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It's been forty years since Ann Lovett, aged 15, died after giving birth inside a religious grotto, underneath a statue of the Virgin Mary. May she and all other women and girls who have died as a result of misogyny and patriarchy rest in peace. We can never underestimate the importance of women's liberation, and how it is an ongoing battle for women all over the world. Ann should still be alive today, but her life was snatched from her by a misogynistic society which treated women as lesser, held them to higher standards than men, allowed abuse to be flourish and stripped women of autonomy in more ways than one.
Suaimhneas sĂoraĂ dĂĄ hanam đď¸
#feminism#pro choice#abortion rights#ireland#ann lovett#never forget#im NEVER gonna fw patriarchal religions#EVER. just learn about the amount of women whose lives have been ruined by them.#youre not convincing me that im inferior just for being born female#god isn't male#the irish state killed ann lovett. the catholic church killed her.#grma to foclĂłir.ie for the gaeilge. it translates as 'may she rest in peace'
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Yuuta Sketch He's jealous. I got lazy with the background again
#yandere male#yandere oc#original character#yandere boy#original art#thank god he isn't the stalker type#bc he would be pretty good at stalking
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Iâm not sure if Iâve said this one already or not, but I wanted to tell you anyways! Itâs about the humans-are-not-hylians AU!
You know the uncanny valley evolution? That thing where when you look at something that resembles a living being too closely and some part of your mind is screaming that itâs not whatever it looks like and to get away from it? Imagine that with the reader! They can spot shapeshifters easily because of this, but it instills the same extreme primal fear weâd experience, so it might be hard for the reader to confront them at first and theyâll instead just tell the Chain for a while.
This might be a double edged sword, though, because when Twilight is in his wolf form, the reader still gets that same feeling when âWolfieâ is looking at them, whether or not they know itâs Twilight. In this case, the first time the reader spots Wolfie approaching the camp, they probably freak out and try to avoid him, even if the Links are okay with him or if he seems familiar to them.
The bottom line is that wolf isnât a wolf, so what is he?
âItâs okay, heâs a really friendly wolf!â
â...Thatâs not a wolf...â
Sorry i took forever to respond!! im slow as always, life is too busy for even my hobbies lately sobs đ
bro this is especially true bc someone looked back at TP games and how he looks in his âwolfâ form, and apparently he is actually a dog lol - like at most a wolf-hybrid, i added this in to support this Hyrule-is-hella-Uncanny AU lol
Moon: Guide! - Gender Neutral/Masc!Reader (âyouâ/he/him)
Orbit: Short headcanons
Stars: mentions of most of our Links <3
Comets & Meteors: CWs: typical LU/Loz violence, mild swearing, etc & TWs: mild possible derealization trigger, talk of Linkâs Awakening and Koholint.
Please comment if I missed any. /gen
The Yiga clan members have never fooled you, not Once in person, unlike back when hyrule was still a video game
it was the constant smell of bananas, the way their eyes were always a little unfocused or they moved their head to move around their eyes, rather than their actual pupils moving, the facial muscles all stiff, usually stuck in an uncomfortable smile-
it makes more sense once u realize that they technically have a mask under that glamour hylian face, but its never not hilarious to see Wild look over his shoulder at you before approaching a lone traveler on the roads and watch him get increasingly frantic to get ur attention to see if theyre yiga lmao
u bet ur ass every link was relying on you on their adventures to know shapeshifters/illusions/glamours/etc. on sight and tell them to better prep them/warn them
tbh they all got at least a little better at being able to tell the difference the longer they heard you point out stuff/talk abt exactly why it was off-putting
(that said some of ur heroes are better at it than others, both in general, and certain aspects of it: like Twilight isnât able to pick up illusions/glamours for the life of him, literally, sometimes, but he is more likely to figure out shapeshifters by scent after you Guided him)
(no, your heart didnt crack a little after learning that the boys had a harder time with deceit after you stopped playing the game = âwere forced to leave after their adventureâ bc while they were better at detecting it, they werent on ur human level yet..)
(âŚthe only deception you ever really fell for was Koholint. It was so painful too, because Legend quietly disclosed to you one late night that you would constantly get strange feelings/uncanny disturbances, but were never able to put a name to it for him, which both made you jumpy/paranoid on the island, but made him regret ever letting his guard down all the more or feel guilty for what felt like dismissing ur instincts the more he relaxed⌠Legend never doubted your sense for the uncanny ever again. He takes it seriously every time now.
When you feel as if you should apologize, he tells u not to, that these days he takes comfort in it actually, it makes him feel safer. Legend looks to your face for confirmation that something isnât a dream, and if you look at ease, so is he.)
its the way you casually laugh at Twi being called âWolfieâ when heâs obviously a wolf-dog hybrid or just a big dog
and when everyones confused u just explain smth smth, wolf heads are larger in comparison to their body, their legs are narrow, their paws are big, dogs are like the oppposite, or way more proportional like âWolfieâ is, dogs bob around when they run like âwolfieâ, and have shorter legs,
smth smth wolves cant have eye colors like blue, only dogs/wolf-dog hybrids can silly-
and Wolfie is just like, đ đ đ
turning around and walking away, bc hylias knotted fucking braid- he really cant escape the dog accusations now, you literally used ur freaky truth-seeing instinct and read his shapeshifter ass from head to literal toe/paw-
Wild/Hyrule look fascinated, Wind and Legend cant breath theyre laughing so hard, Time is coughing suspiciously into his fist and pops back up smirking, Four is laughing but also encouraging you to keep going, Sky is desperately trying to keep it together while also trying to get Twi to come back lmao, Wars is literally pointing and laughing ashkljdl-
ok but Twi gets his revenge later by tricking you into yapping abt how Hyrule/Four/Time all kind of look âoffâ sometimes too
like how u swear Rulie is glowing subtly when the moon is full, or how the world distorts behind his back sometimes,
or how Fourâs eyes change colors all the time, his fighting style looks like its rotating between 4 diff pplâs techniques,
or how Timeâs face wrinkles like smile lines/crows feet at the corner of his eyes will randomly appear and disappear, how heâll have some stubble one day then 3 days later despite having not shaven (u literally saw him wake up and do his morning routine) itâll disappear like it was never there in the first place-
and when Twi has stopped asking you abt the others as they all reel over the knowledge of what all u can tell abt them,
(ur quietly relieved no one asked abt Wild.
You resolve urself to just lie if anyone asks, even to Wild himself.)
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hey im alive!! im slow yknow how it is,
ive been doing too much, and i cant wait to be done with this class so i can have free time guilt free again đĽ˛
god thats one good thing abt getting out of academia i dont miss and would only wish on my worst enemy,
the anxiety of doing smth, even necessary stuff like eating/sleeping/showering, and feeling liek you should be doing homework instead, god its so awful
cant wait to feel like an adult with my own life again lmao
that certification better work and get me a white collar job goddamit đ¤
anyway, hope ur all having a good weekend,
and just to let u know, im so happy acc that im alive to see the first zelda game that actually follows what i originally thought the plot of zelda games was when i was a kid lmao
(zelda as the protag, saving link!!)
Peace out,
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#lu x reader#linked universe x reader#male reader#link x reader#lu x male reader#loz link x reader#linked universe male reader#moon asks#lu humans are not hylians au#hanh au#someone put that abbreviation in one of my asks and i got so hype#im so happy yall are using my uncanny inspired au name#thats why i made it that phrase acc#just Slightly unnerving#tbh itd be so fun of a concept if you hit the hylians/links as uncanny#like the other way around#be even funnier when they love you anyway bc its just#link: and heres my lovely husband#you- looking like a poorly disguised eldritch god: hi :)#every other hylian: pls dont smile with ur teeth at me#every link: yeah he does that but isn't he pretty in a divine kinda way-#(wind: so gay they cant even see straight)
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have all the cishet manbabies crying about transgender representation in Veilguard "ruining" Dragon Age forgotten that the very first game in the series, Dragon Age: Origins, featured a transgender final boss all the way back in 2009?
what a bunch of fake fans... they don't even know the lore
#dragon age#this isn't even a joke#per the lore all winged dragons all female#the old god urthemiel was male#archdemons are the souls of old gods inside tainted high dragons#the soul of a male old god occupying the body of a female dragon sounds pretty trans to me#therefore the archdemon of the fifth blight was transgender#trans archdemon representation matters
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By any chance did you draw Xingqiu's training uniform? đĽş
Or any more of the characters? đ Baizhu, Ningguang, Ganyu, Xianyun, etc.
I love your drawings and your character design and style in general đđ ever since Cyanide Narwhal I fell in love
honestly you have amazing timing, i'd been sketching and cleaning these up for a while now hahah
edit: just realized baizhu's eyes should be a different color here. oh well. pretend they're red lmao
#ningguang isn't from any thaumaturgy clan so she has no training uniform#i know baizhu's clan hasn't been brought up AT ALL in the fic but like#...i have all the clans mapped out so#anyway not because they'll all be ultra relevant more bc the brainworms are terrible like that#anyway#aaa thank you;;;;;#ily <3 <3 <3 <3 <3#aocang ming isn't strictly a women-only clan but they do have mostly women#not for any particular reason they just ended up like that by accident lmao#i just think it'd fit given. yeah#(the male aocang ming training uniform isn't at all different btw the few men in the clan also wear that)#baizhu's is the medicine students uniform#yaodie haoji does have martial and exorcist students and they have a more practical uniform for like combat and stuff#but they're a primarily medicine-focused clan so#i was so tempted to make the guhua uniform match xingqiu's color but i just can't#all we know of guhua himself is rainslasher and that thing is jade green ToT#minu at fushe: oh god you got beefier somehow
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ăForgiveness for a sinneră
#gale x tav#gale of waterdeep#gale dekarios#gale x male tav#bg3 fanart#bg3 tav#baldur's gate 3#bg3#my art#oc: aprilis eirlysel#wardweave#galepril#i think i started working on this in january but drawing is very hard#i've never elaborated on my galetav so here's a tl;dr#april is a wizard/cleric of corellon so he's got that 'touch of the divine'#and gale defaults to worship in relationship which april isn't very happy about#but how else does he expect to be treated when he saves gale trust him with artifacts heals him protects him and above all listens to him#and goes out of his way to help him despite tadpoles being the priority#so to gale aprilis is the divine and ray of light in the dark etc etc#especially after his gradual disillusionment with gods thanks to mystra#a mortal is more of a saint than any god#hyperbole to anyone else but a fact to gale because his devotion is a force to be reckoned with#meanwhile april turned to worship out of desperation and he so wishes for gale to see him as he is
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Transandrophobia truthers are so damn racist and white oh my fucking god y'all actually piss me the fuck off every time you tokenize Black and brown men for your stupid as fuck "mra but make it trans-inclusive" ideology created by a creepy guy with a corrective rape fetish(something I'll never let up on for as long as I live, btw). If I ever see another one of y'all say "Black and brown men face discrimination because they're seen as overly masculine and that's why masculinity in men is oppressed in this society" I will literally kill myself. Stop using Black and brown men as brownie points for your bullshit arguments about misandry being real when you don't have the slightest idea how racialized oppression works. White boys are so annoying and dumb istfg.
@punkeropercyjackson @punknicodiangelo @pinkpinkstarlet
#like none of the dumbasses i've seen say this shit have been poc and HEY IT'S ALMOST LIKE THERE'S A REASON FOR THAT#because actual black and brown men know that their oppression is not based around masculinity but around RACISM#because if it was about masculinity then feminine men of color wouldn't face the same oppression and would be privileged over them which#is not true#it's also worth mentioning that black and brown WOMEN also face these same issues of being seen as more aggressive/strong/violent and thus#more dangerous even more so than our male counterparts so it's not an 'anti-masculinity' issue it's a fucking racism issue#plus once again feminine women of color also face these stereotypes#when we are masculinized even while presenting as feminine that isn't anti-masculinity you dumb fucks that's just racialized misogyny#and misogynoir#it is incredibly telling that white transmascs who use this argument never even mention women of color and that's because if they did then#their entire headass argument would fall apart because it's not about MASCULINITY being oppressed it's about RACISM(which newsflash women#experience too) and masculinity being assumed of black and brown people(women included) is just another facet of the white supremacist#gender binary not any form of masculinity being 'oppressed' in this society lol#don't even get me started on how these men misuse butch lesbians in their arguments as well and act like they are man-lite ugh#sorry but as a black woman i am officially pissed off rbn#like y'all love to spout 'intersectionality' and shit maybe *throws book at them* ACTUALLY READ UP AND LEARN WHAT THE FUCK IT MEANS#stop misusing words created by black women to prove that men are an oppressed group on god you mfers are annoying#anyway the lesson learned here is that white trans men are just as insipid and racist as their cis counterparts#pos the lot of you#racism#transandrophobia is not real#op
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Lightning in the Dark
synopsis: Yunho as a son of Zeus has always sought to defy his father, and well falling for the daughter of Nyx? that certainly sounds like something that would piss off his father. Well too bad, for Zeus- his spawn is much more powerful than he anticipated, and he can't do anything about it.
pairing: Son of Zeus! Yunho x Daughter of Nyx!Oc (Kyu), Side couple of Lee Felix X Male! Oc (Kai)
words: 28k
warnings: some of the gods aren't good parents but tbh wbk, abusive ex, mentions of abuse, stereotyping? suggestive content, violence, blood, fights, death, talks of infirtility, stabbing, mentions/ implications of suicide and r@pe but it's very breath and only in the begining (fuck Zeus, we say in unisonđŁď¸đŁď¸), mature language and suggestive themes but no actual smut, Yunho is down bad
notes: WAHHH I BEEN WAITING TO WRITEEE THISSSS, it's an idea I've had for so long and after me and @kaisworlds plotted sm for this I decided to write for it because its stuck in my brain I can't do this anymoreeeeeee, anyway Skz & Atz are both involved in this. Godly parents and connections are explained here, I suggest you read that before reading this if you don't know a lot about Greek gods. also this is labeled as Oc since there are some specifics like hair color but I tried to make it inclusive so feel free to imagine yourself! also playlist! also thank you Nana ( @seongsangssbitch ) and Rayray ( @grapejellysollie) for supporting me while writing this <333 NOT proofread so if you find any mistakes please lmk<3 Happy birthday to me! as Ody said in epuc "A trade you see a gift from you and a gift from me" for all the love and support you've given me I wanted to give you guys this as a present on my birthday!
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Yunho's mother- his biological mother was a beautiful woman, delicate sun-kissed skin and a tiny stature, long hair that's always tied into a French braid in all the photos he's seen. His Dad had told him about her, of the woman he fell in love with, the woman who looked so much like Yunho, but Yunho doesn't think any of his visions of her could ever match to the kindness his Dad had described. He hadn't ever met her, or he supposes he had, but he was too young to remember her then, before her death. So all he's left with is the stories his Dad would tell him right before bed.Â
Stories of monsters and gods, stories of creatures far more powerful than they thought possible, he told Yunho of people Yunho would meet- Yunho would always disagree, stating that the stories were just that- stories, but his Dad would give him that warm smile, eyes glistening with knowledge that Yunho was yet to learn.Â
See Yunho's mother wasn't a normal woman, well not the two years before her death anyway, not anymore. She and Yunho's dad had lived a quiet life on a tiny farm, the two of them had been in a type of love Yunho could only describe as pure by the stories he was told. His mother was beautiful both inside and out- but her beauty had seemed to be her downfall, as one day, the day Yunho's dad didn't join his wife in the strawberry fields of their little farm, the most horrific thing had happened.Â
Zeus, king of the gods, slayer of Kronos, god of the sky and thunder had seen Yunho's mother, in his usual adulterous ways had swayed her into warming his bed, and well- that's how Yunho came to be. His mother had been enamored with the king of the gods, no longer content with the quiet life she lived with her husband, no now she strived to be something more at least that's what his dad told him she had believed while pregnant.Â
Yunho's mortal father, his dad, had loved her no matter her indiscretions, and sometimes Yunho thinks he's stupid for it. Loving the woman that had left him the moment a more powerful being came into play, that hadn't been the love Yunho was told stories about, not the love they had before. Loving someone when they tell you that you aren't enough for them anymore, it seemed wrong to Yunho.Â
But then his father had told him, after his birth the spell had been released, and his mother had broken down in a panic at the realization of what the last few months of her life had come to, his mother was not a willing participant in Zeus's escapades, and the god had seemingly placed her in a false sense of delusion when he placed his offspring in her belly, but now that Yunho had been born, that delusion had worn off and all that was left was the shell of a woman she previously was.Â
His mother had been named Eun-kyung for âgraceful gemâ, but after his birth, all that had been left was a lump of coal eating away at her darkened soul. Yunho couldn't imagine what she must have gone through, the shattering of the perfect delusion that had been so carefully placed in her mind by a power beyond her control. Yunho guessed that's why she decided to leave them, to join the Elysian fields, the guilt of betraying her love, the hatred for the god that ruined her - and the lack of love for her own son must have driven her- and Yunho couldn't blame her for that.Â
Jeong Eunwoo, his Dad, not Zeus, no that man would never be referred to as his dad for as long as Yunho lives, but his mortal dad had been his biggest support. His dad was a kind man, always had a warm smile and a helping hand to offer to anyone in need, and he had taught Yunho the same. Even after the death of his beloved wife, his love for Yunho never faltered, he never showed Yunho a hint of aggression or inkling of blame, but Yunho knows it must have hurt. He could see it on the nights when they would sit at the table and his father would stare at him with this far off gaze, he used to hate himself for it, he was the spitting image of his mother, but with the blond hair and golden brown eyes of the god who ruined her.Â
Yunho's woken up countless nights, little feet silently padding from his room to the kitchen where he would see his dad silently crying to a picture of his mother, he never interrupted, despite the love he was raised with, he knew it must've been hard for his father, living in the home they built together without her. He never blamed his father for these moments of sadness, for the moments of regret he could catch in his eyes before it disappeared, he never blamed his father because his father never blamed him. Never blamed Yunho for being the cause of his mothers death, and Yunho will forever be grateful for that.Â
Yunho was barely two years old when she first came to visit him, it was right after the death of his mother and despite his dad's efforts, the older man had been in his own period of mourning. She had visited him in the middle of the night, with an intimidating gaze and a light golden glow around her that fascinated the little brain of Yunho.Â
Hera, queen of the gods, wife of Zeus, goddess of marriage, women and childbirth had stared down at his sleeping figure with disgust. Another demi-god offspring caused by her husband's infidelity, another boy that would grow up as egotistical as his father, trying to overthrow her for not accepting him, it happened countless times before and she had told Zeus to stop. That if he didn't ensure his seed would stay off the earth, she would. She had done this many times, but when the little babe had opened its eyes something in her heart stuttered.Â
A heart she had thought she lost long ago, that had been chipped at by Zeus with each act of infidelity, each proclamation he made- a heart she thought had finally given up when he married her darling Hebe off to Heracles. But this little babe, he had the eyes of Zeus, not the Zeus he was now, not the parallel of who their father was- no, he had the eyes of a young Zeus. Of a little god determined to save his family, to love and cherish the earth, of a Zeus before power and paranoia reached him. Of Zeus when he had promised her the world, not the Zeus who had taken her title of goddess of marriage and dragged it through the mud. No, he was different, he was⌠pure so to speak.Â
He had the eyes all her and Zeus's children had before they were touched by their fathers vile hands, and when he reached up at her, smiling in the darkness, she couldn't help but smile back. In a moment of weakness, a moment of nostalgia the goddess had reached down and let the babe cradle one of her fingers in his tiny hand, and he was so⌠warm. Not cold like the sky during Zeus's storms, not scalding like the fire caused by her husband's lightning, no he was just- warm, comforting, like the arms of her sisters had been before the revolution.Â
She couldn't bring herself to kill him as she planned, not that night at least, no, she would allow him tonight and come for him tomorrow, the pure soul deserved that at least. Only when she appeared the next night, with the same plan- albeit some added hesitance, the babe was not alone in his room. Beside his crib sat a man, he was handsome, and for a moment Hera thought he might do the job for her. For had this babe not been caused by his own wife's indiscretions? She could not see his face, but she saw the strain of his back muscles, the clench of his hand on the wood of the cradle, and she had mistaken it for anger.Â
âYou're here for him aren't you? for my boy?â he had whispered, surprising Hera, she had thought her glamor had made her invisible to mortals, âI apologize my Queen, but I can't let you take him. I can't let you kill my sonâ The man breathed, his hand that was tight around the wood loosening as he gently held the sleeping child's head. Hera would've cursed the man had he been any other by now, but she did not have the rage to do so tonight, rather she had sympathy, this man must not have known, she wonders what his wife had told him then, what lies the woman had spun.Â
âHe is not yours mortal, you must be aware of thatâ she had replied, her voice as cold as the golden glow illuminating her in the dark nursery. âHe is more mine than he is My Queen's husband's. I am the one raising himâŚ. please, please My Queen, he is all I have left of herâ the man breathed, and Hera could hear the tears in his strained voice. âLeft of who? â Hera asked without thought, âof my wifeâ the man had responded, finally turning to face Hera.Â
âYour wife left you and the babe?â she asked incredulously, studying the man's sunken features, he looked truly horrible at the moment, like a ghost of a person. âShe had not just left us my Queen⌠the moment his delusion in her mind had broken, and she had realized what was done to her, she had left our mortal plane completely I'm afraidâ the man's head droops down, and it all clicks for the goddess.Â
He has not shouted at her yet, so he's clearly not as stupid as most mortal men she's come across, he loves this babe, he's raised this child with love despite his own mourning, and that's why the child's eyes are so pure. The child no longer has a mother he would use to try and replace her with in some deluded sense of proving himself to his father-to Zeus. No this child is justâŚ. a child. There's a moment of silence before Hera speaks, âVery well then⌠I am not here to kill your childâ she walks forward, placing a hand upon the man's shoulder as she looks down into the cot. âI am simply observing the current cause of my curiosityâ the man does not respond to her words, probably for the best, she muses. Humans tend to say stupid things when overwhelmed with emotions.Â
For now she'll leave the babe, watch it grow, if it ever does turn into its father like it's many brothers and sisters before had tried- well then she'll still have enough power to kill it. But the stars twinkle and the night seems to shift, as if the ancient Titaness that personifies it had been told something by her three daughters that Hera isn't aware of. For now she'll trust fate, she'll trust the Fates, unlike her husband she can understand when a being more powerful than her is at play. When a fate that is not her own is to be woven.Â
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Hera had often come down to check on the little babe, her husband had been too busy with his own prospects to notice, she scoffs, of course he didn't care about the one babe she had allowed him to have. But she shouldn't complain.Â
Visits that started out as âinsuranceâ of her position as Queen of Olympus had turned into much more, she wouldn't admit it, not yet at least, but the babe had grown on her- and so had his father. She would often join the man in telling Yunho bedtime stories, and comfort him when he was missing his wife. These two had become her own secret little family, a present Hera would treasure and protect. Like an old friend and a son untouched by the unholy divinity of the gods, they had made her feel at peace.Â
But of course the mother of war could not live in peace for long. Ares, god of war and courage, the spirit of the battle personified in one hot headed god. Hera loved her son, despite all his antics, and he loved his mother in turn- so it was only a matter of time before he had started noticing his mothers absences. Sure she could blame it on the higher marriage rate, ensuring she had more work on earth- but Ares didn't believe that, if living in this family taught him anything, it was that gods would never share their truth-even when they had no reason to hide it. The paranoia of the divine was a fickle thing.Â
Ares was never known for his stealth, much preferring brutish force in the throes of his battles, but he had picked up a thing or two from Athena. So he had quietly followed his mother down to earth one evening, using the skills he acquired to remain undetected. The sun had started setting as he stared at his mother, the usually stoic goddessâs face now holding a small, pure smile he had only remembered seeing as a child. Before the fights with his father, before Hebe was given away, a smile he had longed to see back on her face.Â
Only this smile was not directed at him, not it was directed to the little boy running up to his mother with a smile that mirrored her own, the boy couldn't have been older than 6- if Ares's knowledge of human children were correct- the boy seemed to be around the age of Ares's own youngest currently. He stares as a man walks behind the boy slowly, greeting his mother with a soft upwards tilt of his lips. The scene seemed so⌠comfortable.Â
His mother lifted up the little boy, as if she was not a divine being and he was not just some - human. Thoughts run to the forefront of his mind, conclusions messily drawn as they always are in his brain. Had his mother had enough of his fathers infidelity? had she created a secret family of her own? but that couldn't be right? His mother was the goddess of marriage, as much as he wished she could, he knew going against her marriage with his father would be going against her very being. Nights he's spent begging her to leave Zeus, where she would just look down at him sympathetically, pat his head and leave it at that.Â
And now she had a family, a family he wasn't a part of- a family she didn't share with him. Hurt consumes him, but it quickly turns to rage as it always does, something in him snaps, whether it be jealousy of the toddler clinging to his mothers side, or his own insecurity of not understanding the situation, it bubbled up in his chest until it spilled out his throat, in one loud, guttural scream that silenced the whole field bathed in fading sunlight. âMOTHER-YOU- LET GO OF HIM MOTHERâÂ
Ares had walked forward with force, he didn't charge- he would never charge at his mother, but the man beside her could be a great target to release his anger. The mortal at least had the mind to look scared, grabbing the child from Hera as she looked at Ares in shock, the child whom Ares could sense a faint aura of divinity from buried his face in his fathers neck as he looked away. âMother what- are you alright? What has happened? What is this?â Ares' words are shot from his mouth faster than the twins shoot their arrows. His hands fly to his mothers face, gently holding her chin and inspecting her, as if searching for a crack in a porcelain doll- scared she had been broken.Â
âAres it's not-â she tries to interrupt her sonâs thoughts but his anger is boiling at a degree not even Prometheus' fire could reach. âNo mother, what is this? I follow you because I worry and I find you- with some mortal  seeming to do the very thing you've told me would dissipate your beingâ he's frantic. âAres, listen to meâ her voice is sharp, in that scolding way she always used to silence him when he and his father would have their squabbles around the dinner table.Â
âYunho is not my son, nor is Eunwoo a mortal lover. â Hera clarifies, and despite the confusion Ares still feels relief sink into him. âYunho is.. an offspring of your father, whom I have been overseeingâ Hera stops for a moment as she searches for the correct way to relay her words. âan offspring of father?â Ares raises a brow and his gaze drifts to the child in the grown man's arms, the child no longer hiding, his curious eyes now staring at Ares- an oh.. his eyes⌠They reflect the stories his mother had told him of a time Zeus had been kind. They look like a golden thunderstorm disguised behind the pupils of a boy.
 âDoes he know of this? â Ares asks, understanding his mother a bit more now, âNo, and he doesn't have too, not until Yunho is of age. He knows I have allowed this one to live butâŚ.. â her sentence trails off and Ares can read between the lines enough to understand her, to understand what this boy will become. âand the mother?â he looks at the man, âDead, my wife is dead.â The man speaks for the first time, and his voice is gentle, not what Ares would imagine a mourning man to have when faced with the son of the god his wife committed adultery with. Then again he's holding the child protectively, so Ares assumes there's much more to it.Â
He takes a moment, a breath of the sweet smell of fruits in the farm around them before he releases his featherlight hold on his mother, trudging over to the boy. His mortal father sets him down and the child does not hide away from Ares's intimidating figure, instead staring up at him with awe, it almost gains a chuckle from the god. Ares bends down, one knee hitting the ground as he stares at the child. âYour name is.. Yunho? â he asks, remembering his mother's words, the child nods eagerly, reaching out a hand, âJeong Yunho, nice to meet you sir!â he chirps.
âit is, not unpleasant to meet you eitherâ he takes the child's hand in his, âdo not refer to me as sir, from now on, I'm your brother, little princeâ Ares gives a mischievous smirk as the last two words leave his lips, he can feel his mothers glare on his back, but Yunho is none the wiser. Jumping excitedly as he looks at his dad, âReally dad? He's one of my brothers?â ah-so Yunho had been told he had siblings, that's good, at least if any more are to pop up it wouldn't be a shock for the boy.Â
Eunwooâs apprehensive face seems to melt away as he smiles warmly at his son, nodding in confirmation, Yunho jumps circles around Ares, the energy of a thunderstorm seeming to run through him. Ares cracks the smallest of smiles- Eros was never this energetic, nor were any of his other children, mortal or god, this boy is like a breath of fresh air. He quite enjoys it. âAresâ his mothers voice reaches his ears, it's a warning, but it's not commanding, she motions him over as he looks at her and Eunwoo seems to understand as he picks up the jumping child. âWe'll be inside My Queenâ he nods and Yunho waves goodbye from his fathers shoulders.Â
Ares walks back over to his mother as she gives Yunho a tiny wave, knowing she would go back into the home soon to soothe the thunderous offspring to sleep. âSo you've chosen?â Ares asks as he stands next to his mother. âNo- and you shouldn't call him little prince, that's not what he is.â she responds, voice firm, almost as if she's scared of the repercussions his words would bring. âNot yet maybe, but I know you mother, you would not let one of father's offspring live this long- let alone help raise it- if you didn't have expectations for himâ
Hera sighs but doesn't respond, she can't refute his words, because she knows it's true, she doesn't want Yunho to be apart of the world of the gods, but she knows it's inevitable - he's her chosen, the one offspring of Zeus she accepts as her own. The one who will rule Olympus if something is to happen to her or Zeus.Â
Yunho is the heir, but she'll be damned if she can't hide him from the king a little while longer.Â
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Yunho did not like this, he did not understand it either. He didn't understand it and he didn't like it and his Dad has always told him to avoid things he felt this way about. So why was his dad making him do this? Why do they need to move?
At 14 years old, this is the first time Yunho is disagreeing with his father, he doesn't want to move. Why would he want to leave this place? a wonderful open farmland where he runs free, where he spars with his brother, where he meets his mother every night. He doesn't want to leave, but he's still following his fathers lead. He trusts the man's decision, that doesn't mean he likes it.Â
Standing in the newly bought house filled with boxes that still need to be unpacked, Yunho takes in how cramped everything is- well it's not cramped, but compared to the open floor plan of the farmhouse he grew up in it is. His dad said he'd make friends here but he doesn't want friends. He's too scared of hurting them, he knows he's different, knows the powers his godly parent had given him, - the power he will possess one day and he's scared to get too close to the mortals.Â
He may be half mortal, but he's aware of his innate ability to hurt them, and he doesn't want that. He was fine on the farm, just fine. âThis will be good for you little princeâ Ares ruffles his hair as the bigger god walks into the home, in one of his many human forms he's still taller than most mortals. Yunho grumbles back, swatting the elders hand away, Ares thinks this is his rebellious teenage phase, his own son was busy going through it as well, or at least that's what the kids mother said, he doesn't really know much about mortals and their ways.Â
âStop calling me thatâ Yunho grits as he fixes his hair, he had to dye it black due to the regulations of this new city school he's going too- something about Koreans not naturally having blond hair- it's bullshit if you ask him, he wouldn't actually say that as an answer, he was raised too polite for that. But he'd definitely think it, for the first few days at least, until he gets used to it.Â
âNever, little princeâ Ares chuckles and Yunho swears the god acts more like a child than he-the 14 year old- does. Yunho sighs as he follows Ares into the living room, throwing himself on the couch as his elder brother places down the big box in his hands, letting out a fake groan as if the box was heavy to him. â âres? Were you ever scared? when you first came down to the mortal realm, yaknow interacted with the humans?â Yunho doesn't look at his brother as he asks, rather preferring to look up at the ceiling of his new home, porcelain white in contrast to the wood of his old house. He feels the couch dip as Ares sits beside him, moving his brother's legs to lay on his lap. âNow why would I be scared of mortals?â the god chuckles.Â
ânot of them⌠of hurting themâ Yunho clarifies and his brother sighs, âat first? no. I didn't realize how fragile they could be.. not until I had my first offspring with a human⌠despite having the power from me she still had her mothers mortality⌠safe to say she didn't last long. Is that why you don't want to be here? you're scared of hurting them?â Ares asks and Yunho finally moves his gaze to the elder, he hums in confirmation, not trusting his voice. âYou're too young to be thinking like that little prince⌠too gentle to, you won't hurt the humans, not like you think you wouldâÂ
âAres I'm aware of the power our father gave us.. and now with Mom having claimed me as her own IâŚ. I'm scared of myself sometimes, of the power I could possess⌠How could I not be scared of hurting someone weaker?â Yunho asks, âOur motherâŚÂ She's a piece of work sometimes but don't think of her claim as a burden, if anything it'll help balance you⌠it's a problem most demigods face, if they're godly parent has a power as strong as Zeus's well⌠they need to be at least acknowledged otherwise they're power will well⌠kill them from the inside..." Ares sighs, âYunho you may have a destructive power, but don't think that's all it is alright? you're better than our father, it's why mom chose you.. you're specialâ
And before Yunho can respond, before he can say he doesn't want to be special, his dad and Hera walk in, âah so we do all the work while you two laze around on the couch is that it? â Eunwoo asks as Hera walks over to the two, gently slapping Ares' head as a sign for him to get up, âHEY - OWâ he whines as he looks over to his mother, âwe were just talkingâ he pouts. âdon't pout, you're not a child Ares, it's unseemlyâ Hera says, and despite her tone there's a slight smirk on her face.Â
Yunho likes this, the little family that's been built around him, it may be unconventional but they're special to him.. oh⌠that's what Ares meant. He was special, if he wasn't special he wouldn't have his family. Maybe being special wouldn't be so bad if he could keep this peaceâŚ
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âYou really need to find a way to release more energy Yunhoâ Eunwoo sighs as he looks out the window of their living room, the sky outside dark and dreary despite it being midday, lightning cackling, before his gaze drifts back to his son. âYour dad's right, your energy is too much for your bodyâ Hera sighs as she stands in the entrance to the living room. âYeah well if I could train with Ares this wouldn't be an issueâ Yunho huffs, âwell the city doesn't exactly have the space for thatâ his dad retorts and Yunho rolls his eyes. âWhy not take up something after school? a sport of some kind, I hear mortal children like that!â Hera says, seemingly pleased with herself.Â
âYour momâs right, why not baseball, didn't you say you found that interesting recently? some of your friends are on the team right?â his father asks and all Yunho can do in reply is hum, of course he's thought about it, but he's not the best at controlling his powers yet, something about puberty Hera told him, he kind of blocked out that part. Point is, he can't really play any power sport that is needed for him to release the energy in his body, he doesn't want to.Â
As much as he likes his friends, he always feels so.. distant from them, from the bonds they share.. he's tried treating everyone equally like his father said, and everyone loves him for it butâŚ. he doesn't think they actually know him. He lets out a huff âno team sportsâ and Eunwoo nods his head. âhm what about dance? I've heard some of the gods have been putting their children into that recentlyâ Hera walks over and sits on her rocking chair in the living room, nobody else sits in that chair except for her, it's like her own little throne in their home. âDancing could be good! you have been liking those Idols recently haven't you Yunho?â his father drifts his gaze from Hera down to the boy who's still laying on the floor mindlessly throwing a soccer ball up in the air as he catches it again.Â
âDance?... I mean maybe butâŚâ He pauses and his father seems to get what he means, âI heard of a great dance school in another town over? why don't you try that one? Come on, a few classes and if you don't like it we can try something elseâ Eunwoo pleads and the thunder outside crackles a bit louder, scaring Yunho into dropping the ball directly on his nose and causes Hera to hold a laugh back with her palm. âFine I can try I guessâ Yunho mutters rubbing his nose, though his mind is focused on the weather outside, he knows it's his doing, and he hates it because the more he uses his powers the greater the chance Zeus will wish to speak to him.Â
The god knows about Yunho by now, but after a fight with Hera had agreed to let the boy live relatively peacefully away from Olympian life, doesn't mean Yunho wants to remind him and have the god change his mind though. Besides, it won't be that bad right? it's another town over so he won't have to deal with most of his school friends hopefully, the only problem is now he needs to socialize with a new group of humans. Yay him!Â
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Okay so maybe dancing isn't that bad, the kids mostly stick to their own groups or to themselves and only bother him when they need help with something. He's started picking up the moves relatively quickly and the sky's seem clearer these days, with most of his energy spent on practice, Yunho feels a bit lighter. His coach is great too, giving Yunho extra exercises or choreography when the boy asks for it, always checking up on him. It's nice, it's quiet, all he has to focus on is the music and his own footsteps, he doesn't have to worry about being overwhelmed and accidentally hurting anybody, because the passion that's quickly gripped him is becoming a grounding action.Â
Whenever he was in class and the kids would hoard around him, he'd rhythmically tap his foot to whatever choreography he's learning and suddenly that threatening spark that always seemed to simmer beneath his skin would be gone. It's helped him communicate more with his peers, something he's grateful for, he's always wanted to be seen as kind, and he hopes this helps him achieve it.Â
âYunho, how would you feel if I introduced you to someone?â His coach asked him one day after a particularly grueling practice, Yunho raises a brow as he drinks water, âuhm fine I think? May I ask why?â His coach sighs as he walks closer to the boy, taking out his phone seemingly texting someone. âI have this friend, he coaches at the other location this dance company has, anyway I've sat in with him a few times and you remind me a lot of one of his students⌠that boy is fast paced too, and he also doesn't interact much with his classmatesâ the coach gives Yunho a pointed look and he can't help but only give a sheepish one in return. It's really not his fault okay? He treats everyone equally, and not wanting to talk to one means not talking to the rest, not voluntarily at least.Â
âAnyway, me and my friend thought it might be a good idea to get you two together, you're around the same age so your styles may alignâ The coach looks at Yunho hopefully, the younger letting out a sigh before nodding. His coach's face instantly brightens up as he pats Yunho on the back, âGREAT! because he's here!â The elder does a weird shimmy movement with his shoulders and wiggles his brows before scurrying to the entrance before Yunho can even respond. He's left standing there, mouth agape water bottle in hand watching as his fellow classmates leave and he's stuck waiting for his coach and a new person.Â
It's subtle at first when he feels it, the power that shocks him out of his dissociative state. It doesn't crackle and spark like his own, doesn't burn or feel like it's clawing to go somewhere, it's moreâŚ.. misty. It's cold, it's comforting almost, like a light blanket, a knitted one with holes, or maybe one made of nylon, sheer and not used to block the freezing temperature.Â
The hairs on the back of his hair stand up, he knows Hera had told him he'd be able to sense others like him, other demigods, but this is a surreal feeling, he's not even completely sure it's his senses calling out to someone of his kind until the boy steps into the room with his coaches in tow.Â
He's tall, around Yunho's height, which is weird since Yunho is only this tall at his age due to his godly connection, the boy is pale and lanky, glaces placed on his eyes, which Yunho can't see due to his fluffy dark black hair covering it. The boy is sunken in on himself, not as if he's shy, no, more so uninterested in the situation.Â
It's as if Yunho knows, as if a voice in his head says âthis one's like youâ as he stares at the boy who finally looks up at Yunho. The son of Zeus sucks in a breath as he stares at the boy's eyes, innocent and wide on all accounts but Yunho can see something more⌠something dark, scary, concerningâŚ. something deadly. âYunho, this is Mingi- he's .... â his coach trails off, almost as if unsure on how to handle the situation, luckily the other older man, whom Yunho assumes to be the friend his coach talked about, finishes his sentence for him. âHe's like youâ the man says and while Yunho's first instinct would be to believe he means in terms of skill as his coach had said at first, the man's tone suggests something deeper. âLike me? â he manages to ask, setting down his water bottle.Â
âGodly, divine, different, half-bred, Olympian-â the boy makes a face at the last word, âChthonic, holier than thou, whatever you call yourself these daysâ the man sighs and Yunho gapes, âwait you-âÂ
âknow? yes, most company higher ups do, a lot of coaches and scouts know in order to see who they want to recruit for entertainment companiesâ Yunho's own coach interrupts him, âyou'd be surprised at how many of your idols are godly offspringâ and Yunho does not know what to do with this information. âWell, you two get acquainted, we'll be off thenâ Yunho's coach clasps his hands together and rushes his friend out the room, closing the door leaving only a very confused Yunho and Mingi, who seems like he doesn't want to be there.Â
âSo uhm - I'm uh- I'm Yunho- sorry I've just never met another demigod before like - I knew others existed it's just-â Yunho's nervous rambles are cut off when the boy speaks up, âit's just Olympians like to keep their kids away from one another, think you guys are gonna rise up against them or somethingâ Yunho nods at the boys words. âSo uhm I'm guessing you aren't Olympian then?â Yunho questions as he goes to sit down against the wall, Mingi following him. âNope, Chthonic through and throughâ he nods, fiddling with his fingers. âWhat's that like? My mom told me the Chthonic are much closer than the Olympiansâ Yunho turns his head to look at Mingi.Â
âIt's nice, the outside world can be lonely so our parents help keep the kids around one another, they don't have the ego and fear the Olympians have- no offenseâ Mingi laughs, âNone takenâ Yunho responds in kind. âSo I don't really know the meeting other demigod etiquette uhm would it be disrespectful to ask who your parent is?â He looks at Mingi, and deep in his heart he's hoping his new found friend maybe says Hades, maybe he and this boy could be family, a family that could understand him. âhm, My mom's mortal, I love her with all my life, but my dad-â Mingi swings his head to look at Yunho, almost hesitating âmy dad's Thanatos.â
Yunho's mouth hangs open âas in-â Mingi nods, âas in god of death yep.. how about yours?â Yunho sighs, âit would be hypocritical of me to say I don't really want to share right?â Mingi turns his body to look at him, âcome on dude I just told you my dad is literally death personified I don't really think I can judgeâ Yunho raises a brow âoh no you can judge, trust me I do.. but uhm⌠my dad may or may not be Zeus⌠â he mumbles the last part but Mingi clearly caught it as his eyes widen âHOLY SHIT DUDE WAIT ZEUS?? AS IN?? THAT MEANS YOU'RE - oh damn give me a minuteâŚ. dammit man now I owe my cousin twenty bucksâ Mingi sighs, running one of hands over his face as Yunho looks at him confused. âyou what??â
âbro the fates are real chatty and my aunt is like their favorite or whatever so they tell her stuff and they told her about one of Zeus's kids being spared cause Hera liked him then she told me and my cousin and we had a whole debate about it manâ He takes a breath, âbut damn Zeus as a dad's gotta be rough.. and I thought having to deal with grandma on monthly dinners was toughâ Yunho looks at Mingi, and something in him hurts, the way he speaks of other godly beings, of family apart of this world, it's something Yunho yearns for. âand by aunt, grandma and cousin you meanâŚ. â Yunho trails off, not knowing who to refer to. Mingi's mouth makes an âoâ shape at the realization that Yunho wouldn't know who he was talking about, âuhm my aunt, she's a demi god- I don't think you'd know her, her names Kyu, by grandmother I mean her mother, Nyx, and my cousin is a son of Hypnos, his names Hyunjinâ Mingi nods as he explains.Â
âWait Nyx had kids??â Yunho asks and Mingi looks at him confused, âyeah dude like so many literally -â âno- no not godly kids like, like demigods?â he asks again more clearly. âOh yeah well she and Grandpa Erebus were bored so they decided fuck it! and each went to a couple of their own choosing and had a kid, Grandma had a daughter, my aunt Kyu, and grandpa had a son, my uncle Kaiâ Mingi nods. âwow.. that's⌠hmhm damn, how old are they?â he asks, not really knowing how to process the information just yet, âwell my aunt's our age, a few months younger than me actually and my uncle is like a year older than us- enough about my family though, tell me about yours, come on I gotta know HOW you managed to stay aliveâ Mingi looks at Yunho wide eyed with a smile.Â
He likes this, having a friend that understands him, he thinks he could get used to it. He hopes he and Mingi can stay friends, he'd like to hear more about the other's family, and wish that one day he can maybe be as close to those of his own.Â
Nyx was bored, she was so unbelievably bored. The entertainment of watching the mortals under her night sky could only last so long until the stories got repetitive, working with her children didn't really bring her joy. as much as she loved them, they were all grown now and their work was their own. She tried being a receptionist to help sort souls who had recently died and send them to her son Charon for travel, but a few to many mortals had got on her nerves and ended in the nothingness, so she was asked to leave âfor a whileâ which was Hades code for âplease for the love of god this is too much paperworkâ
Nyx wasn't childish, not by any means, no she was strong and powerful, she was feared, but when you leave an offspring of Chaos alone for too long⌠Well then she gets a bit restless. So, she bounds over to her husband, deciding he would indulge her in her boredom. Stepping into her cave she immediately feels the surge of power as her bare feet step on the dark void of a floor, her cave had always been where she felt the most powerful. It was her home, where she and her husband reside and where she had birthed her children.Â
âHoneyyyyyy I'm boredâ she yells, placing her chin on his cloaked shoulder when she finds him sitting in his office, her husband's mostly made of smoke and darkness that can't really be solidified, but he does have a cloak that gives him a semi physical form. âAnd what could I do to cure that boredom, My Night?â he asks, voice monotone as always, her husbands never really been one to show emotion, but she's fine with that, she knows him well enough to understand him even when his tone seems disinterested to others. She hums as she thinks for a moment, watching him move pages around until a specific name catches her eye, she leans over him and stops his movements, placing her finger on the name that's written in dark black ink âKai.â she states, âKai? â her husband asks.Â
âmhm, shouldn't he be ready by now? I wanna play with himâ she clasps her hands together as she bounds to the other side of her husbands desk, sitting on a chair in front of him, âMy Night, Human babies take nine months to form, he has currently only been in his mothers womb for eightâ he states softly, âbesides we agreed to let his mortal parents raise him as they see fit until he decides if he wants to be apart of this world himself, no?â he tilted his head to his wife, reminding her of the rule she had set in place. Despite her seemingly bubbly nature she was always serious when it came to her offspring, step child or not.Â
She groans and sinks further into the chair âbut I'm bored and the kids are all grown up and I have no one to play withâ she pouts and Erebus lets out a chuckle, âWell I'm sure the King and Queen would allow you to borrow Cerebus for a while to playâ he hums, but his wife seems to have other plans. She slams her hands on the table, standing up and sending the chair flying âI want a babyâ she looks him in the eye, dead serious.Â
He sighs, realizing he is not getting any work done while she's here and sets down the papers in his hand âyou want a baby?â he asks for confirmation and she nods, âcome on so many of the gods had kids recently, even our sons! let's have a baby hm? come on imagine another little running around the cave!â she looks at him hopefully.Â
âMy Night, firstly, if you wanted a baby we both know you could have just created one-â she nods, as she sits back down, â-which makes me believe there's a bit more to this. Secondly, if you make another child alone or with me that offspring would be a god- and as much as I love our children, I believe we have enough gods running amok already-â he points to the papers in front of him again, who knew helping consult Hades would be this tiring, Erebus hasn't needed Hypnosâs help to sleep since he took on this job in his wife's stead. âThirdly, I don't think Zeus would take too kindly to us creating another god, you remembered how he was every time you announced another offspring, how he was when Hades had told him about Kaiâ Erebus finished and Nyx scoffs.Â
âZeus can go suck another dick for all I careâ she grumbles, she never really liked him, sure he was sweet when he was still a babe, she remembered Rhea showing Zeus to her, but she's always preferred Aidoneus more- or well Hades as he liked to be called now. âMy Night I know you dislike him but he's still king-â she rolls her eyes, âyeah of Olympusâ her husband nods his head, â- of Olympus and we really don't wish to cause little Hades any more trouble now do we?â he asks and she nods, she really likes little Aidoneus and knows her nature sometimes causes him enough trouble with his brother as is.Â
âNow, you agree with what I've said so tell me what this is really about him?â His voice is still monotone, and would be considered cold and crude to an outsider, but she loves her husband, and she can sense the softness in his tone. âJust⌠When you helped that couple conceive Kai, we went through so many couples who wished to receive this blessing, so many who wished to have more children and that made me so grateful for my babies but- they aren't my babies anymore yaknow? they grew up so quickly and I-â She stops herself, but Erebus finished her sentence for her, âyou wish to have a child that does not grow as quickly? â she nods.
âI want a mortal- well half mortal- demigod I think the others call it I just- I want oneâ she pouts at Erebus, and it's not the one she usually has, the one she gives him when she's in trouble or being petty, it's not the one that reminds him despite their age she's still his little sister. No this one is sad, it holds a sense of longing he last saw her have when she watched Rhea hold little Aidoneus, wishing for more of her own.Â
Erebus sighs, âokayâ he gives a nod, âokay? â she asks hopefully, âit might not hurt for Kai to have a younger sibling of his own kindâŚ. besides the Fates mentioned something to me yesterday⌠so I think this might already be written in stone.â
Nyx stops her joyful kicking in the air as she looks back at her husband, âwhat did they say?â she asks curiously, worried about anything that may pertain to her future stepson or the prospect of her own half- mortal child. âI wasn't exactly listening, you know how they love to gossip, but they mentioned something about a lightning storm at night- I'm assuming that's probably just going to be Zeus overreacting to the newsâ he hums. âI swear I ought to teach that little lightning bolt a-â âah My Night, why don't you focus on choosing the prospects for your child hm?â He tries to stop his wife from her vengeful tangent, already seeing the darkness creeping up on the tips of her fingers. It was daytime currently, so his wife was sporting her paler skin shade, not yet was it time for night to overtake her when she had to go to work.Â
In an instant the darkness dies back down and she lights up- figuratively of course, she stands and rushes to the door in excitement, before rushing back to him and placing a kiss on his head then out the door she went, screaming about how she's going to go sit with Persephone and look through the candidates her and Erebus had used for Kai again. He just sighs, mentally apologizing to the Queen of the underworld - wait no she'd enjoy this, mentally apologizing to Hades for having the time with his wife be interrupted.
Kyu loved her mother, really she did, the goddess was sweet and kind, always having love for her children- but she was playful too, as a daughter of Chaos she never allowed her family to forget where they came from, no day was spent without even the tiniest of a mischievous slip in her voice. It always brought a smile to Kyu's face, when she would fight with her mortal parents or be under the stress of her academics, her mothers eyes would sparkle with the most chaotic twinkle, letting her daughter know that everything would be okay.Â
Kyu loved her mother, but she was nothing like her, she couldn't be. She wanted to, gods sometimes she wished she could be as carefree, as mischievous. When she was younger, she would play around with her brother, Kai, they would pull pranks on their elder godly siblings, but she couldn't be that person anymore.Â
It started when she was six, her mortal parents had gone through a rough patch of sorts, partying on weekends and fighting when they thought she was asleep. She started spending more time with her nephews, visiting her mothers cave more, anything to just get away, to have the chance to be a kid without worries. She loved her mortal parents, and as much as it killed her she had to admit that despite their efforts those memories of her early childhood will always haunt her.Â
Her fellow demigods had become her refuge, her brother whom she didn't see a lot was a constant comfort for her, always shadow traveling to her when his own parents had gotten a little too much, he truly helped her feel at home. Her closest nephew Hyunjin, son of Hypnos, who lived just a few streets down would always come to her and excitedly show a new dance he'd learned. The boy loved the activity, and she could tell he'd have a future in it. Her other Nephew Mingi, son of Thanatos, she didn't see as often, he lived a bit away so their only interactions were at family dinners but she loved him deeply, her little - not little he had always been taller than her, and older at that- but he was still her little joy.Â
Being the youngest, her love for her family was as endless as the night sky itself, and for a while, that love was extended to Erin Gim. She met him when they were both thirteen, school had just started getting serious when she met him, an offspring that held the chaos a part of her craved to release when her powers got too much. He was her tiny piece of freedom under the crumbling pressure of being perfect, of upholding the image of the perfect and regal night's daughter.Â
It was such a cheesy story really, the goody two shoes, top of the grade class president and the delinquent that barely showed up for class, highschool sweethearts. Every endeavor she had pursued, he was there supporting her. Sure the relationship wasn't conventional, sure he wasn't always there, sure she didn't always feel comfortable enough to tell him everything she was feeling⌠but that was normal right? yeah it was⌠it was completely normal, everyone had things they kept to themselves. So yes, her love had been extended to him as well⌠until it wasn't.Â
Her entire family had decided to go into the glorious industry of the elite, Kai had become a designer in his own right, both her nephews decided they wanted to be Idol's, use their talents to connect with others and she⌠she just wanted to stay alive, to survive. Erin had become a bit more.. controlling, he would accompany her to classes, an action originally seen as sweet now a looming figure warning her of the dangers of a misstep.Â
âI love you honey, you know thatâ he'd always say, stroking her cheeks as tears fell from her eyes, she'd try to hide them in the beginning, but there was a point where she just gave in. âIt's only because I love you that I'm doing this, if I'm to rule one day with you by my side, then you will need to be able to stand the ridicule you'll inevitably faceâ he'd speak softly, soothing tone and warm eyes contrasting his words, if she had been deaf his expression would have reminded her of the boy she loved. Yet she was only falling, falling deeper into the lost space of uncertainty.Â
She didn't know what to do with her life, so she decided to follow her family, without the liberty of creative freedom, she signed up to JYP entertainment for a management position and luckily she had been accepted. Some shadow program thing, she had been instated as the manager for a young trainee, a boy named Kim Seungmin, son of Demeter. He was sweet, clearly too scared to show it, but Kyu knew, she always did. She was good at reading people. The way little petals would fall from his fingers when he was praised, the small quirk of his lips when he saw something funny. It was a cruel business, but Kyu was determined to help this boy every step of the way. She guessed she'd gotten that maternal instinct from her mother.Â
Her work was her escape from Erin, he thought it was a good thing that she was networking with other demigods. Recently he's had this fixation, believing he and her could have some sort of uprising, rule the underworld in Hades and Persephone's stead, she learned to ignore his rambles. Throwing herself into working, taking on more responsibilities and opportunities than any other manager of her level, it was the perfect excuse, one to get her away from Erin, one he couldn't refute.Â
Of course she'd thought of leaving him, of telling someone, anyone of the downward spiral he was going through, but she'd spent too many years on this, on him. She wouldn't be seen as weak, wouldn't let her mothers reputation fall because she was too blindsided to know when she was being used. She just couldn't, she felt weak before him and she hated being weak, she wouldn't let others think of her as that either.Â
Deep in the back of her mind, her heart screamed at her that this wasn't true, that her soul was not meant to be hurt in the way it was, that it was meant to be cherished. Her family wouldn't be upset, wouldn't be mad she ruined their image, they would be rageful and that scared her even more. For if her mother were to take her anger out on Eris? it would simply upset the balance of nature. Kyu couldn't be the reason for that, she wasn't important enough in her own mind to be.Â
She only felt strong when others leaned on her, asked for support, looked up to her like an older sister or a mother. When Seungmin would come to her for comfort, when coworkers asked her for help, when God's complimented her maturity, she felt pride, like she was succeeding in a legacy of powerful, capable women, like she was worthy of being her mother's daughter. When Stray kids was formed, the company didn't really care much for them, decided that nine managers would be too many for a group that had the possibility of not succeeding, stating that only one manager would oversee the group and they had to decide who it was. The others immediately withdrew their own names, all young and too scared to take the risk, Kyu with her cousin and the boy she had taken under her wing on the line, decided she would do so.Â
That's how she got the position she was in now, head manager of the big fourth gen group Stray kids, although they had now downsized to eight she still couldn't be more proud of her boys. She'd never regret her decision, not aloud at least, she loved the boys really, they were like her own family, parts of her life she could not live without. Especially after her brother had been hired as a stylist for Minho, it felt like everything was complete, as complete as it could be. She'd watch the stolen glances between Kai and Felix, the giggles of Minho when he was plotting something, hear Changbin's warm laugh echo around the halls and envelope those around him in the comfort of his mothers hearth, watch Chan's sleepy eyes droop when he stays up in the studio, see Hyunjin slip a little sleeping potion in said leaders drink to have the man rest. She'd watch Han do something so hilariously stupid that Jeongin can't help but smile, bringing him out of his own mental spiral.Â
And while she'd never tell the others, her favorite thing to observe was a sleepy Seungmin, when he was all mope-y, when he finally fell asleep on the couch in her office after a long day yet refusing to go back to the dorms without her. He always looked so cute when he slept, little leaves sometimes forming from his hair if he had a good dream. She understood Demeterâs protectiveness over her children, especially with a son as cute as Seungmin. She mentally promised the goddess to look after the boy, and Kyu would never break a promise, especially not one as close to her own heart.Â
âYou really need to stop babying him,â Kai sighs, whispering as he walks into Kyu's office. A sleepy Seungmin rests on the couch with Kyu's favorite blanket draped over him. âand you really need to stop avoiding Felixâ she bites back, not looking up from the files on her desk as she writes. âHey that's different and you know itâ he immediately responds as he falls into the chair opposite her by her desk. She nods agreeing, doesn't mean she'll verbalize it though.Â
âSeriously though Kyu at this point you and Demeter have shared custodyâ Kai steals one of her pens and starts doodling on the corner of a paper closest to him, âokay and? I love Demeter so that's not a bad thingâ she hums in response and Kai groans, âthat's not what I meantâ his voice remains monotone despite the playful atmosphere, he's always been like that, much like his father when it comes to showing emotion.Â
âThen what did you mean?â She finally looks up at him, âWhat I mean is you've been here a lot recently⌠and when you don't go home he doesn't go home. You baby him and now he's too attachedâ Kai still continues his doodles, âI have work to do I can't go home right now-â I don't want to â-I'll get him home soon so you can tell Lix to stop worryingâ She says as she looks back down at her files. Kai stops his drawing, the reasoning behind his questioning being caught.Â
There's a moment of silence as Kai places the pen back in its place, âSeriously though, you have been spending too much time here recently - and don't tell me it's a work overload cause we both know that's bullshitâ
âErin's just been a bit stressed lately - you know I don't like being in stressed environments so I'm just letting him cool offâ Kyu speaks, her response almost rehearsed in its entirety, Kai gives her a look, as if he doesn't believe her. Because he doesn't, he knows his little sister better than anyone, but they've had one too many fights about this, about Erin. He can't bring up his accusations and worries again, while not baseless his sister always manages to hide whatever proof he might find.Â
âhm, just don't stay here too late- or I'll sick Hyunjin on youâ He hums as he stands up, taping her desk three times, she taps back subconsciously, âyeah yeah- now get out before you wake up Minâ she throws a pencil at him and he lifts his hands in surrender as he backs out, silently leaving the office. She looks over at Seungmin and sighs, knowing her brother was right, and mentally preparing herself to go home so that she can ensure Seungmin went back to his own dorms.Â
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âI'm homeâ Kyu says softly as she opens the door to her apartment, sighing in relief as she shrugs off her coat and heels and puts on her slippers, she places her keys down as she walks more into her home, she hears a bit of noise in the kitchen. âErin?â before she reaches the room her boyfriend comes jumping out of the kitchen, âHi!â he seems excited, that's good, he leans forward to hug her. She doesn't like the way he hugs her, he's taller than her, so he always wraps his arms around her neck, she feels more trapped than comforted when he does this, reminded of far too many times his arms around her neck were threatening to find peace in them now.Â
âSo I bought some stuff for cookies cause I was in the mood right? but I kind of forgot that I can't bake so I thought âhey! you know who can bake? My girlfriend! we should make a date out of itâ so I set everything out and well yeah what do you thinkâ He smiles at her, one of the rare times there doesn't seem to be any intent of anything else behind. âhm that sounds nice, but I'm kind of tired. Could we maybe do this tomorrow?â she looks up at him, her words carefully and tone soft as she speaks.Â
His face drops, it's not really that noticeable, but Kyu knows how to read him by now, âare you sure? if we bake them now they'll be ready and you can take some to work tomorrow, you always like a sweet treat at work don't you?â he rubs her arms in mock comfort as he speaks down to her, it's supposed to be a reassuring tone but it makes her feel inferior to him and she hates that, because she knows it's not true- she knows and yet- yet she feels like it is.Â
He really doesn't know her, if he did he'd know she actually hates eating things like cookies when at work, prefers little snacks, things that don't make a mess. She also doesn't like apples, and knowing Erin he's going to want to make an apple cookie. âyeah-yeah uhm just let me go put on some more comfortable clothes and-â She's interrupted by Erin, âno come on, you can get dressed when we're done hm? cause then you can shower and you'll be all clean after we played around with the flourâ he drags her to the kitchen and she sighs but doesn't fight back knows she can't.Â
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âguys guys guys guys did Persephone by any chance I don't know like have a kidâ Yunho asks as he rushes over to his fellow Ateez members, almost sliding past them as they stand backstage in their allocated rooms of the Kingdom set, âMelinoe and Zagreus - did you not listen when we were taught -â Hongjoong starts as he looks confused at Yunho, who stops his leader from talking, âno-no not them like a demigod kid-like usâ Yunho asks, his voice almost a bit frantic. âuhm no? Dude she and Hades are like, so in love I don't think they'd ever really have any demigod childrenâ Seonghwa hums, eyes leaving his phone to look up at Yunho, âwhy?â
Yunho sighs as he sinks into the couch beside San, âbecause I think I just found the love of my lifeâ, his words hang in the air for a second before all hell breaks loose, everyone whipping their heads to him. âWHAT?â Wooyoung yells as both he and Yeosang zero in on Yunho, âmhm.. she was so pretty and she smelled like strawberriesâ he smiles blissfully as he thinks back, head resting on the couch rest behind him as he looks up at the ceiling.Â
âoh so that's why you thought she was Persephone's? strawberries?â Jongho asks, trying to make sense of the situation, Yunho only nods in response. The members have learned not to ask him how he knows when someone is like them, he has a sense for it. âand you're in love?â Yeosang asks slowly, as if he's doubting Yunho. He's never shown any interest in someone before, so while this could be a good thing the timing of it all was not. âyeahâŚ. HEY! doesn't Demeter have a kid!â Yunho shoots up, âI mean I thought she was Chthonic but maybe I was wrong yaknow? I mean Demeter that's -â Yunho shoots up as he thinks, âthat would mean she's my cousinâ he groans as he falls back.Â
âwell good thing is as far as I know Demeter only has one kid- and he's a son, and apart of Stray kids so I don't think your mystery girl is your cousin if that gives you any hopeâ Jongho says, âhey didn't Mingi say his aunt worked for stray kids right? If she's a staff member, maybe she can help you guess who your mystery girl is? I mean there aren't any girl groups here so the only women would be other staff members or⌠partnersâ San offers the last word a bit hesitantly, afraid of what Yunho's reaction might be. Yunho always feels deeply, even if he doesn't show it to many, even if he tries to remain neutral.Â
Yunho doesn't seem to register the last word though, as he looks at San in excitement, âYES! yes oh you're a genius I could kiss youâ Yunho turns to San, holding his face in his hands before he springs up, âhey where do you think you're going?â Hongjoong asks as he sees Yunho walk back to the door, âto find Mingi's aunt? I can just go find Hyunjin and ask him who she is and then I'll ask her who-â Yunho's rambling is cut off. âYou can do that after the performance, we're about to be called for filming and I'm not having you be missing when we need to go up thereâ Hongjoong gives him a stern look, âBut-â Yunho starts to protest but is once again cut off, this time by a knock on the door.
 âAteez? it's almost time, we're going to need you to get in positionsâ a staff yells from outside the door, and Hongjoong raises his hand in a âsee?â motion. âCome on Yun, you'll probably see her when we go stand out there yeah? Just do your best with this performance and impress herâ San squeezes Yunho's shoulders as he stands next to him, âyeah yeah yeah I can do that - I can do thisâ Yunho psych's himself up as he looks at his members, eyes filled with determination.Â
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âOh I can't do this, I can't fucking do this she's looking at me- guys she's looking at me fuck, are these cameras on? shit my knees feel like jelly, Holy Kronos her eyes are so prettyâ Yunho speed mumbles as staff fixes his outfit, eyes focused on the woman across the room who's currently talking to Stray kids, as if she's scolding them and they're hanging onto her every word. He would hang on even tighter if he was able to get just a little closer, to hear her voice.Â
âoh? which one is she?â Yeosang asks as he looks over the staff in front of him, âThe one scolding Stray kids like a Queen with her servants- she'd make such a good Queen don't you think? I know mom said I need to find someone to rule beside me-â He starts again, âOkay slow your role buddy you don't even know her name yet, seems like she's their main manager though. Wait isn't that-â Yeosangâs realization is cut off by San, âThat my friend, is Mingi's auntâ he says as he smirks, Wooyoung's head suddenly poking out from behind him, âOh shit Yunho fell in love with Mingi's AUNT??â he shouted.Â
âshut up shut up I did notâ Yunho reached over to slap his hand over Wooyoung's mouth, accidentally knocking the staff in front of him out of the way, apologizing immediately when he noticed, âoh you so didâ Yeosang says from where he stands, âOhh Mingi isn't gonna like thissssssâ he continues, âI did NOT fall for Mingi's aunt okay? that's not Mingi's aunt-â Yunho tries to defend, retreating his hand from Wooyoung's mouth âOh no that's definitely his aunt he showed us a pictureâ Yeosang hums as he motions his fingers between himself and San, who nods in agreement.Â
Yunho looks at them, his lips pressing into a thin line as he seems to take in the information, he starts nodding slowly as the members around him watch, waiting for some sort of reaction. âYou think he'd be okay if I gave him a shirt that says âyou're my favorite nephewââ Yunho asks thoughtfully, although his face is almost void as he continues nodding his head as if all of this is just normal. Jongho looks at him as if he's just lost his mind. âFirst of all- ouchâ the younger says in mock offense, clearly not liking his title being given away, âsecondly, no I don't think he'd be too fond of thatâ his tone is almost deadpan, as if it's the most obvious opinion in the world.Â
âWRONG, Wooyoung next opinionâ Yunho turns to the giggling menace, completely disregarding the staff who just huffs and gives up on styling him further,. âI think you should go for it, yaknow give Mingi a cousinâ Wooyoung wiggles his brows as Seonghwa smacks him upside the head, âhey! your mom is like- the queen of breeding kinks you should agree with me!â he tries to defend himself, only for Seonghwa to start chasing him around their little group huddle and trying to smack him.Â
âokay so don't follow Wooyoungs adviceâ Yeosang looks to Yunho with a facial expression that asks âcan you really believe he said that?â but stops once he realizes that Yunho actually looks as if he's contemplating it. âYunho. Don't listen to Wooyoung.â he tries to snap his roommate out of it, but it seems to be of no use, âno, no he's got a point, I mean I'm my dads heir right? so obviously I need to have an heirâ he nods again, as if all of life is finally starting to fall into place. âyeah, but uhm, in all Mingi's rambles about his aunt I think you're forgetting a very important detailâ San says as he winces.Â
âwait you're so right I know her name now!â Yunho bounces, hands on Sanâs shoulders, âThank you San this is so-â Yunho's enthusiasm is stopped by the mountain boys hands atop his own, âyeah that's good but I wasn't talking about that YunhoâŚâ San says almost sympathetically, Yunho tilts his head confused, the smile on his face turning strained but still there.Â
âPlaces everyone, we're starting in five!â a crew members voice reverberates through the large set, as everyone starts to shuffle into place San moves Yunho so he's looking back over at Stray kids, specifically at their manager who's walking away from them and going to stand next to a man who's slightly taller than her, he places a hand on her shoulder comfortingly as she breathes out and places her hand atop his, watching Stray kids walk to their position. âI'm talking about the fact that she has a boyfriend⌠â San says and he starts moving, slightly pushing Yunho to walk with the rest of them.Â
âohâ Yunho lets out a sound, eyes locked on the two, he remembers, Mingi talking about his aunts boyfriend, he remembers Mingi asking Yunho if he knows him since the man was from Zeus's line. Yunho remembers once how Mingi had brought up a concern that maybe this guy wasn't the best for her, but never talked about it again after that. His eyes stay locked on them as he's swept with his members to their places, and it seems the other man notices, his gaze that seemed kind turns to Yunho, and there's a glint of recognition in his eyes begore his gaze turns cold.
 He stares at Yunho, who's eyes flick between their faces and the hand Erin, because he remembers his name now, has on Kyu's , because god he knows her name now too, shoulder. Erin's eyes turn dark, staring Yunho down as if assessing an enemy before a slight smirk pulls at his lips as he pulls Kyu just a bit closer, and she leans in as if it's instinct, as if its natural. It seems so comforting, so loving, but something about it makes Yunho's stomach churn. âcome on dude we have to go, we can talk about this after the performance yeah?â Hongjoong nudges him, trying to gain his attention and thankfully it works.Â
Yunho nods and puts on the best smile he could muster as he pulls his eyes away from the couple before anyone else could notice his staring. Unfortunately he pulled his gaze away just in time to not notice the way Erin ducked down to whisper in Kyu's ear, to not notice the way she clenched her fist and her posture went rigid beneath her boyfriends hold.Â
On the other side of the room, Kyu's nervous, her boys are about to perform and she has Erin breathing down her back, invading her safe workspace because whenever she has to be on filming's like these he insists to come with her, to meet the people she'll be spending months with. She feels his breath ghost over her neck, because he doesn't like it when she wears her hair down, âSomeone's got an interest in you it seems, don't have it continue, before I get interested in them too hm?â he places his other hand on her hip, rubbing circles that would seem comforting to others, but only feel threatening to her. She doesn't know who he's referring to, but by the gods does she wish whoever that is leaves her alone. Lest Erin gain interest, it didn't go well the last time.Â
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âcome onn we're like way much more fun you should switch to join usâ Han whines from where he lays on the couch, kicking his legs as if to prove the point of his little overdramatic tantrum, Kyu sighs as she sits on the floor, her laptop propped on the coffee table in front of her as she types away, âI've already told you, I'm not managing the rap unit, the head managers pulled straws, I didn't get you.â she explains for what feels like the hundredth time. The mayfly units have been formed and to take some stress off of all the managers they decided they'd draw straws, some would be in charge of certain units while others could relax at least a little, unfortunately Kyu drew a work straw.Â
âexactly besides she's already going to exchange to be with us, duhâ Seungmin retorts as he sits next to Kyu, playing with a piece of her hair like a cat as he keeps braiding and unbraiding it. Han sticks out his tongue at the younger, âthat is just unfair- THIS IS NEPOTISM!â he shoots up, pointing an accusatory finger at Felix. âjust because we joke about Kyu being his mother doesn't mean she actually isâ Minho remarks as both Kyu and Seungmin make an âehhâ sound while shrugging they're shoulders. âSEE?? NEPOTISMâ Han looks at the others as if asking for backup.Â
âIt's not nepotism because I'm not changing to the vocal unit eitherâ she sighs out again and Seungmin makes a noise of protest, âHAH! suck it losersâ Kai huffs from where he sits styling Felix's hair, nobody knows why since they don't have a schedule right now, but they've learned not to question whatever excuse the two make to spend time together. âwhy are you happy, it's not as if she's there for youâ Minho days and Kai throws something at him in response, âyeah she's clearly not wanting to leave the dance unit cause she wants to meet Sanâ Changbin stirs the pot a bit more, Kyu finally looks up to him.
 âNo, I'm doing this because it would be unfair to the other managers if I just-â Kyu's explanation is cut off by Seungmin, âBe honest, are you going to abandon me for him? because like I'm so much better I can do PLANTS he's like- just the mountainsâ he huffs out. âYou're worse than a three year old when he gets a baby sibling dude you are a grown man stop thisâŚÂ it's just sad and weird at some point.. â Jeongin says as he lays on the other couch, sipping on a juice box Kai had gotten him as he plays game son the elders phone, âhypocriteâ Seungmin mumbles.Â
âI still find it funny that Mingi isn't your Ateez bias I mean he's your nephewâ Chan speaks up from where he's typing away at his own laptop, âSeonghwaâs your brother and yet he's not your bias eitherâ Kyu retorts back and Chan immediately goes silent again. âOkay that's not fair you know Chan's never even really met the guy except for recentlyâ Kai says as he drops down onto the couch next to Jeongin, finally done with Felix hair that definitely doesn't look the exact same as when he started. Kyu turns her head to her brother, âHe's your nephew too and last time I heard he was not your biasâ Kai's lips press I to a line as he hears his sisters words, âyeah no sorry Chan you're alone with this oneâ he nods, âwait who's your Ateez bias?â Felix asks confusedly, âdon't worry aboutâ Kai responds immediately and Felix makes a face that lets everyone else know he is definitely going to worry about it.Â
âBesides I just think san is cute is allâ Kyu shrugs, and before Minho can make a sarcastic retort she continues, âin the way I think Seungmin is cute not the way I think Erin is don't even startâ she says accusingly and Minho lifts his hand in mock surrender, âkeeping quiet.â
âGood, now speaking of Erin, if you'll excuse me I need to go talk to himâ she sighs as she picks up her phone, walking out of the room as she brings it to her ear and they hear the fading dial tone. âSo are we all just going to act like that Yunho guy that's in the dance unit hasn't been bugging us about Kyu like the whole show?â Kai asks as he looks around, âoh yeah, Zeus's kid got it badâ Minho whistles, âHey I think it's cute, he's just being shyâ Felix muses as he smiles, âIt's annoyingâ Kai looks at him with a deadpan expression, âI don't want to be answering questions about my sister all dayâ he groans.Â
âHe's hopeful, I don't think it'll ever really work with Zeus not liking Nyx and all, they're opposites, but cut the kid some slackâ Changbin huffs, âkid? he's your age- actually I think he beats you by a few monthsâ Han looks at him weirdly as he speaks. âI don't see how them being opposites should stop any feelings, sometimes you just can't help itâ Felix shrugs as he sneaks a glance at the back of Kai's head, the fatigue of having spent the day with the son of darkness is starting to reach him but he doesn't want to let it show, so he blinks rapidly as he looks back to the rest in the room.Â
âI think we're all forgetting the fact that she has a boyfriend whom she's been with since like- highschool?â Jeongin questions, âthat seems like the actual issue hereâ Seungmin looks back at him, âyeah but do any of us actually like Erinâ he asks and nobody responds, âwe may not enjoy his company but he's good for her so how bout we all just stay out of it hm?â Chan looks at his members as they nod at their leader's words, Kai lets out a low grumble of something they can't really hear, but they ignore it anyway, used to him sometimes mumbling to himself. Felix doesn't though, he could never ignore a word Kai says, and he tries so hard to focus, hearing the words ânot reallyâ after Chan had said that Erin was good for Kyu, and he furrows his brows as he looks at the love of- as he looks at Kai.Â
âhey guys I just got a text, they changed some schedules so they want the dance unit to meet and film nowâ Kyu sighs as she walks back in, clearly not happy that the schedule was moved up a few hours. âI thought you were talking with Erin?â Seungmin asks, âhm, I was, but then I got the text so I needed to come back- he understoodâ she reassured the boy as she ruffled his hair, packing up her own things. âI'm gonna meet you guys in the car okay? â She looks at the boys assigned to her unit, âmeet me there in ten. â
âYo do you need me? â Kai asks lazily, âyeah, you're Minho's stylist and he's gonna be on camera so kind ofâ she looks at him as if he just asked the dumbest question, and he just repeats her words mockingly to himself as he stands up and shrugs on his jacket. âCan I call shotgun? I don't wanna sit between these twoâ Minho moves his fingers to point between Kai and Felix as he looks at Kyu hopefully, wanting to persuade her into giving up her seat. âNope, I'm manager, I call the shots, I get shotgun, just sit somewhere else in the backâ she shrugs before walking out and Minho groans in disappointment.Â
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âYou don't have to stare at her that hard, yaknow, she doesn't biteâŚ. unless that's what you want?â Felix startles Yunho as he creeps up behind the taller, his eyebrow raising. Yunho almost jumps as he turns around, spluttering and trying to defend himself, âstaring? pfft what? no who's staring? not me nope, no sirâ he scratches the back of his neck before sighing, âis it that obvious?â he winces as he asked, and Felix just nods. âyeah, but she doesn't notice don't worryâ Felix tries to reassure him, âI don't know if that's a god or bad thingâ Yunho sighs, and Felix hums in acknowledgement as his gaze drifts over to Kai for just a moment before moving back to where his manager is talking to an overly enthusiastic San.Â
âYou don't have to kill him either, if you're jealous I mean. Kyu-noona has this thing of taking people inâ Felix looks at Yunho, who returns his gaze confusedly, âaren't you supposed to be telling me to stay away from her? that she has a boyfriend?â he tilts his head as the question flows from his lips. âProbably, but I'm not her keeper soâŚ. â Felix makes this weird spinning motion with his fingers as he drags out his last word, starting to move away from Yunho, hips first as he leans his head back and holds the elders gaze before eventually releasing it and bouncing off to Wooyoung.Â
Yunho muses over Felix's words, while he would never actually try anything with her if she was in a happy relationship, talking to her couldn't hurt right? All he knows about her is what he's heard from Mingi, and from the research he's been not so sneakily doing but nobody needs to know that last part. Having an actual conversation with her might be good, maybe he could get over this feeling then, maybe it's all just intrigue, the mystery of her.Â
He steels his nerves as he walks over, thinking he could just use San as a bridgeway to enter the conversation but the slippery bastard spots Yunho first and moves away just in time where he can act like he didn't see Yunho coming but also in time for Yunho to look weird if he turns around now since he's basically already in front of Kyu. He stares down at her, blinking rapidly, by the gods she's even prettier up close, he swear with every blink he's taking a photo to keep stored in his mind, engraving another piece of her face in his memory as each second he spots another interesting feature, each more beautiful than the ones before.Â
âHello? is there something I can help you with Mr. Jeong?â Kyu asks after a moment of silence, not understanding why he's not speaking. From what Mingi had told her about his best friend, which was a lot, he was quite a joyful person around most, so her first concern was that the man maybe didn't feel well. Were the lights hurting his eyes? He was blinking pretty rapidly. âYou smell like strawberriesâ is what he blurts out, so many thoughts had been running through his mind and that was all he could get out.Â
She blinks at him as his own eyes widen in shock, he claps his hand over his mouth as if he can't believe his own words. âOh my gods I'm so-â he tries to save himself but Kyu lift a hand to stop him, âIt's alright, I've heard a lot about you so I'll try and not let this weird first conversation derail my view of youâ she laughs slightly, clearly joking although Yunho lets out a breath of relief. âI'm uh I'm Yunho- but I guess you already know thatâ he says awkwardly, rolling on the balls of his feet, âI do know who you are, Son of Zeus. My mother speaks highly of youâ she nods.Â
âYour - your mother speaks of me?â Yunho asks, his voice breaking in surprise, internally his hopes already deflating, knowing the mistress of night isn't fond of his father. âOnly good things lightning boy don't worryâ she huffs out a slight piece of laughter, and Yunho relief is clouded by the loud thumping of his heart at the sound of her laughter. âGood things? that's not what I expected⌠but I'm glad then, I do have a lot of respect for your motherâ Hera has taught Yunho how to keep his composure under many a circumstance, but he feels like all that training is going down the drain as his palms become more clammy, the urge to reach his hands out and cradle her own becoming almost overwhelming.Â
âhm, and she you, she does prefer you over your father so-â Kyu steps forward, placing a hand on Yunho's chest and patting it comfortingly, â-you have my family's support when your time comes at least, Lightning boyâ there's a playful gleam in her eyes, one that reminds Yunho of her lineage and one that makes him yearn to join whatever game she wishes to play, even if he loses. She walks away, joining her brother and Felix, the former looking at Yunho with a thoughtful expression, or at least, what Yunho preserves to be one.Â
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âYou're kidding me rightâŚ. â Mingi says as he stares at his best friend through the screen. Yunho sits legs crossed and hands intertwined as if he's offering a proposition to a professional employer. âoh no he's like, dead serious, like it's bad, like I had to ask Eros if he didn't accidentally shoot Yunho with an Arrow badâ Yeosang says as he sits beside his roommate, staring at Mingi who looks like he's just been told his best friend is in love with his aunt- oh wait that's exactly what happened.Â
âListen I didn't know she was your aunt when I fell in love-â Yunho tries to convince Mingi, âSTOP SAYING YOU'RE IN LOVE YOU BARELY KNOW HER??â he shouts through his phone, gripping his hair as he stares at him incredulously. âListen Mingi love knows no bounds-â Yunho starts again, âTHERE ARE NO BOUNDS TO KNOW YOU'VE KNOWN HER FOR A MONTHâ Mingi stops him, Yeosang huffs out a breath of laughter and Yunho shoots him a look. âListen, I'm not asking for your permission or anything, it's not like I'm going to act on it, I mean she has a boyfriend. I just thought I should tell youâ Yunho shrugs. Mingi takes a deep breath before leaning forward and getting a bit closer to the screen, âand you're sure you like her? like, what scale of like is this? Is it like a playground crush? puppy love?â he asks.Â
âIt's likeâŚâ Yunho stops a moment, trying to find his words, âYou know that one iconic Gomez Addams speech? of like the âI would die for her, I would kill for herâ I can't really describe it but honestly? it feels like that and trust me you can be mad all you want, I mean fuck I'm mad at myself. Like who develops feelings this fast?? for a person in a relationship no less, it feels sickening, despite the depths of my feelings the speed in which it happens makes it feel unreal, like it will slip away at any moment but it's so deeply rooted I know it won't and I hate it. Because even if I did have a chance, even if the fates tied our strings together with their own hands I feel like my love would seem valueless to her, honestly who would believe me? you don't, none of you do. It doesn't make sense and I hate itâ he says and his voice is shaky as he's trying to regain his composure, Mingi's eyes soften as Yeosang places a hand on his shoulder.Â
âLove isn't supposed to make sense, or at least that what my mom says, I mean do you think my brother kidnapping Psyche after he was sent to kill her but ultimately fell in love with her made sense? You think Orpheus turning around made sense? think Hades took Persephone because it made sense? Love doesn't make sense Yunho, and it's not that we don't believe you, it's just.. â Yeosang trails off as he looks to Mingi for help, âIt's surprising, you've never shown any interest in anyone, you specifically were raised to think of these feelings as the most important thing by Hera, so you saying stuff like this it⌠It's shocking, especially considering who she isâ Mingi finishes.Â
âBecause she's Chthonic?â Yunho asks and Mingi shakes his head, âBecause she's her mothers daughter, in every sense of the wordâ and the words hit Yunho deep. something about Kyu, it envelopes him like the veil of night her mother brings, the one gifted to her by her own brother- husband. He's only known you for a few months and he's barely spoken to you but God's does he yearn for more, to learn every inch of her skin, every memory she holds dear, every twinkle in her eye that reflects the stars of her mothers night sky.Â
âJust, Listen I'm not saying go for it, not at all, she and Erin have been together for years and while I may not like him, she loves him. So get closer to her, be her friend if you want, anything that will help lessen your own burden, but don't pressure your feelings onto her, otherwise I'll drag you to Tartarus myselfâ Mingi warns, âI'd never dream of doing anything of the sortâ Yunho replies, âI know, but just because you don't mean to doesn't mean it can't happenâ
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âI still don't think this is a good ideaâ Yunho says nervously as he walks with his members, holding one of the many baskets theyâve brought with them, âcome on, you've gotten closer to her and your friends now, the awkwardness is gone bro, just relax. It's not like you're going to be the only people hereâ Mingi tries to hype up his friend. It's been a few months since Kingdom ended and Mingi had returned from his hiatus and while most groups on the show had become close, Stray kids and Ateez shared a certain bond. Maybe it had been their family ties, maybe it was just their personalities, but they meshed well together. Thus they planned a picnic, having the day off when both their schedules aligned was a grace in and of itself and they were determined to enjoy it, despite some people's anxiety.Â
âYeah but it's gonna feel like it, I'm not going to be able to take my eyes off her and it's going to feel like it's only us to me but Erins going to be there and gods I hate that dudeâ Yunho grumbles, he tried, really he did, to push his feelings aside and become Kyu's friend, but it didn't work. The more time spent with her the deeper into the void he fell. it got so bad that when Eros came down to bother visit Yeosang his immediate response to greeting Yunho wasn't even a âhello uncle broâ nope it was âgod you smell like a yearning man in love it's sickening' now for a god of romance to tell you your feelings are so prominent that it sickens him isn't really what Yunho was hoping to hear.Â
And Erin, god that pretentious little bastard, Yunho wishes he could deck him sometimes, and it's not even like he treats Kyu poorly for Yunho to feel this way. He just doesn't treat her great either, and Yunho notices, because he can't help but notice everything about her. Erin seems weirdly possessive, and while Yunho understands given, he'd feel the same had he been given the grace of her attention, he would never dream of interrupting her life the way Erin seems to do. It's weird, the way her personality changes when he's there, she becomes soft- no, although it can be confused with it, not soft- withdrawn, insecure, scared almost.Â
âEughâ Wooyoung makes a noise of disgust at Yunho's words, âSeriously man, get a grip, you can't be leading us after our time in the mortal realm has run its course like thisâ He slaps the back of Yunho's back and oh great that's another thing that's happened in the last few months. His father has so graciously decided that since Yunho is already named heir- something he finds bizarre given the fact that his father can't actually die therefore doesn't need one- the king of the gods decided each god should name an heir, and immortalize them- without their permission. So when Yunho stops aging at the age of thirty he'll be sure to thank his father-not.Â
Another reason the two groups had grown so close, all of them had been named their parents sole heirs, well except for Seonghwa and Chan, they've decided to split the responsibility. Walking up to the group who seems to already be setting up Yunho feels his stomach churn as he sees Kyu, Erin standing behind her with his arms wrapped around her shoulders and head resting on her head. Yunho doesn't like the way he holds her, it seems uncomfortable, and it obscures his vision of her delicate face, her peaceful smile. Â
 Wooyoung is first to be bound over as everyone greets one another, Yunho going to help Changbin with the blankets. It's a beautiful day outside, sunny too. Felix seems extra happy, his hair a little more vibrant and freckles seeming to glow just the faintest bit as he smiles up at the sun, greeting his father probably. Yunho ensures a chuck of the blankets are placed beneath the shade of a tree, he knows both Kai and Kyu tire from being in the sun too long, and they had all planned to spend the whole day together and watch the sunset, two of them falling asleep wouldn't exactly help with that. Changbin pats his back and smiles as Yunho tells him why he moved their blankets, âWow dude not even I remembered that and I'm like- King of hospitalityâ he jokes and Yunho just laughs along but his eyes flicker to Kyu once again.Â
She's standing with Erin as they talk to Seungmin who seems to have found some sort of plant, he looks frustrated in his ranting but Kyu is just smiling at him. What worries Yunho is that she's standing in the sun, and she's not wearing clothing that could protect her from it, rather a light gray sundress. Kai may be standing in the sun, but Yunho's seen him retreat to the shade for a few minutes before joining Felix again, and he's wearing a hat (Yunho also saw Felix lather the man in sunscreen so thick he doesn't think Helios could even reach Kai's skin but he's not going to talk about that). Still, Kyu's hair isn't even down to protect her neck, what if she gets sunburn? fatigue? He bites his lips as they continue setting up, nervously watching her every move to look for signs of anything. He knows being in the sun for a little while isn't that damaging, she works in the day for god's sake but, it's really hot today, and according to what he eavesdropped overheard she and Erin have been out in the sun since early that morning.Â
âCome on guy's we did all this work to set everything up standing around is just insultingâ Changbin huffs and the group quickly makes their way over, Kai immediately sitting in the shade and Felix sitting in the sun right next to him, the line between the sunlight and shadow separating the two perfectly. Yunho sits opposite Felix on the blanket, next to the other shadow, hoping he could sit close to Kyu as well, he hasn't talked to her in a while. He watches as Erin goes and sits down between San and Seungmin, which is weird since he's never shown an interest in the two earthly demigods, who recently have grown close, they sit at the edge of the blanket opposite the shadows, furthest from the coolness and directly under the sun. Kyu walks between them, and she seems like she's walking to the spot beside Yunho, like she knows it was left for her, but a light move of Erin's foot taps hers just before she's completely out of his reach and as if on instinct she moves to sit in front of him, slotting herself between his legs as he wraps his arms around her neck once again. God Yunho really, really hates the way he holds her.Â
He sends a questioning glance to Kai whom he can see is already looking at Kyu worriedly, along with a few other members, Yunho doesn't think they noticed Erin's motion, âAren't you gonna come sit by me?â Kai asks as he locks eyes with his sister who only gives him a soft smile in return, âI'm okay, I'm sitting with Erinâ Yunho doesn't like the way she's speaking. He never does when it comes to Erin, because she never says that it's something she wants, it's not âI want to sit with Erinâ it's âI'm sitting with Erinâ and sure Yunho may be overthinking the little things, but after awhile the little things start to add up.Â
âWon't you get tired Noona?â San asks as he looks up from where he and Seungmin were playing some sort of game with the ground behind them, it's part of why they chose this place, they can release and enjoy their powers that weigh them down without being seen. Yunho wouldn't, he's mastered locking away his abilities compared to when he was young, but he still enjoys the bliss it brings his friends. âShe's fine, I'm protecting her from the sunâ Erin replies for her, settling his head into hers as if to emphasize his point of enveloping her, and while the others either shrug or find it cute, Yunho doesn't, and it seems like Kai doesn't either. âAt least take this, you seem uncomfortable moving your dress the whole timeâ Yunho says as he hands Kyu a blanket to throw over her legs, it's light enough not to add any extra heat, but good enough to protect a part of her body from the sun. Yunho totally didn't buy it specifically for her and has totally not been watching her waiting for her to show she's struggling with a dress or skirt so he could offer it to her, don't believe what that target employee told you, it's a lie.Â
She nods and thanks him with a quiet smile and he returns it, ignoring the look Erin sends him because at least he had made Kyu smile. âalright everyone remember it's hot so remember sunscreenâ Chan claps his hands together, âand hydrationâ Seonghwa finishes as he starts handing out water bottles, âwe can get our own water yaknow we aren't babyâsâ Han says and Chan gives him a look, âLast time we spent a day in the sun and we didn't remind you to hydrate you almost passed out from heatstrokeâ the puffy cheeked boy just purses his lips and starts drinking the water Seonghwa handed him without retorting, causing the group to laugh.Â
âokay first order of businessâ Jeongin says seriously, âcard gamesâ he finishes as he pulls out the giant pack of Uno, well, their version of the game, it's a bunch of different decks with different rules and cards shuffled together, they call it âDosâ which is just wishful thinking that copyright doesn't catch them but hey if nobody snitches they should be fineâŚhopefully. The day drags on as the group shares laughter, Yunho sending glances to Kyu and taking whatever chances he could get to talk to her when Erin wasn't looking, although he must've caught on because he started dragging Kyu along whenever he needs to grab something or stand up to talk to someone. Â
Kyu only seemed to get more and more tired, her cheeks red, not with blush, but by the sun and the heat surrounding her, her eyelids would droop whenever anybody wasn't paying attention and she had gotten less and less verbal throughout the day. When sundown hit they all sat down and watched it, everyone admiring the scenery as Felix bid goodbye to his father, the blonde resting his head on Kai's shoulder as the days activities dawned on him. Yunho looked at Kyu, her smile small and her eyes closed as she breathed softly, the light of the sun now casting a soft glow on her skin, not harsh or burning as it had been earlier. She looked beautiful like this, at peace, the only thing ruining the picture for him was Erin's arm securely wrapped around her shoulders.Â
Yunho had thought that was the most beautiful picture he'd ever see in his lifetime, a moment he wouldn't have been able to capture on film even if he tried, memorizing each line on her face as the golden glow casted over her, no matter the teasing of his friends around him. Yet he was proven wrong once again when they had decided to stay out later and stargaze. He was worried, Kyu had clearly been tired and she didn't seem like she wanted to stay, but agreed when Erin looked down at her and whispered something in her ear, the others cooed, but Yunho only felt the electricity beneath his fingers twitch, a soft yet familiar hum starting to buzz against his skin before he forcefully snuffed it out.Â
Everyone was laying on their backs, spread out beneath the night sky as they looked at the stars above them. Kyu seemed happier, maybe because this had been her rightful domain, but even in her tired state she seemed more content than Yunho had ever seen before. The stars and the moon seemed to shine brightly that night, that was until Yunho went to lay down next to Kyu, he doesn't know how he got the motivation to do it, but Erin wasn't here, he was off somewhere else, having made the excuse of needing to take a phone call- that was half an hour ago yet Yunho isn't complaining. When he laid down next to her she turned her head to look at him, giving him that tiny smile she'd give Seungmin and San when they showed her whatever new little thing they made in the plants. It was comforting, made his heart warm up and his own cheeks flush. She looked back up at the sky, and when Yunho followed her gaze but seemed darker, the veil of night almost dimming the stars and the moon, who seemed all too happy to be coveted by its blanket.Â
He had decided then, that this was when she was her most beautiful. When she was at peace, when her powers seemed strongest and the night at its darkest, she was the most divine then. A being he'd make sure even his father worshiped if she would allow him to, if she'd give him the honor of admiring her openly. Under the stars, as the darkness of the night seems to reach out at her and she lifts her hand in response, darkness creeps from her fingers down to her elbows as she whispers something in return to the night.Â
He decides he'll marry her right then, become her husband, her king, anything to please her. If she'll allow him he would give her the world, the universe and all he asked for in return was to be able to gaze upon her like this, when she was at her most comforted. He was going to marry her, no matter how long he'd have to wait, he would do so with a smile on his face until the day he could put one on hers.Â
âSo.. marriageâ Heraâs voice rings through his dad's apartment, startling Yunho as he almost chokes on his glass of water. He had come to visit his dad on one of his few weeks off, and had not expected to have Hera surprise him at midnight when he went to get a glass of water after staring at the night sky through his window for a solid hour or two.Â
âI'm - I'm sorry- what?â he coughs out confused, hitting his chest as he breathes heavily, âdon't choke Yunho, it's unseemlyâ Hera scolds him, âThanks mom I'll remember that next timeâ he retorts and Hera has a hint of a smile at her sonâs sarcasm, clearly she raised him right- somewhat. âYes, you should remember everything I teach you, you do, don't you?â she moves her body to face him from where she sits at the dining table, clad in dark blue and green robes, golden jewelry holding the pieces of fine fabric together as it drapes off her, white hair tied in a bun with a peacock pin holding it together, the crown placed atop her head a tinier, more practical version of her actual one. Dark green eyes bore into Yunho's with an intensity he's never seen directed at himself.Â
âYeah, yeah of course I doâ he nods as he hops on the countertop, long legs dangling off the edge so he's facing her, âbut I don't understand why you're visiting me in the middle of the night to ask if I remember what you teach meâ he tilts his head confusedly. âYou remember what I told you about marriage?â she taps her fingers rhythmically against the wooden table beside her, âuhm? that you oversee it and so you know the most about it?â he asks, not quite knowing what she's referring to, she's told him a lot about marriage, quite passionate about the topic.Â
His mother only sighs, âThat it's an important promise, not to be taken lightly, especially not before the godsâ she hums, and he swallows thickly, âyeah.. yeah I know thatâ he twiddles with his fingers in his lap, scared of where this conversation might lead. âYou asked why I was here, visiting you in the middle of the night? so your father had no way of hearing us- he wouldn't dare poke his nose under the night's cloak, not recently anyway. I came here for an explanation, to ask you why your thoughts were screaming âmarriageââ she doesn't look at him this time, rather looking out the window. His breath hitches as he stops all movement, âI don't - I don't know what you're talking aboutâ he stammers out, knowing he would never really lie to Hera, but still trying anyway.Â
She turns her head back to him as she stands up, walking to stand in front of him, âDon't try and deny it, You were screaming, pleading, projecting your thought to me and to her who watched over you that nightâ Yunho's eyes widen at her words, âWait Nyx heard-â Hera shakes her head, âNot her, Selene did, but it may as well be all the same, she would never keep anything from her lady. So if I'm going to be approached by a primordial because you have a crush on her daughter, I need the truthâ
âI don't have a crush on her mom- I love her- I'm in love with her and it hurts mom, it hurts so much that I wish I didn't have these human emotions- she consumes my every waking thought, my every action every breath, it's like wherever I look I draw a connection to her because I've deluded myself into believing the fates are trying to show me she's the one for me. I know you've taught me about the sanctity of marriage and I know it would never work with Zeus in the way but I⌠â Yunho breaks down, a single tear dripping from his eye as he lets his face fall onto Hera's shoulder, he's been holding it in so long that he feels like he can't real it back now that he's spilled everything.Â
âYou love herâ Hera finishes his sentence for him as she pats his hair, âbut she has eyes for anotherâ she continues, knowing that the girl is currently with her own grandson, she's never really liked the boy, neither has Zeus which is why he didn't care when he started dating the nights daughter, but Yunho.. Yunho is a different story. âI know, I hate it, I know she's with someone else but these emotions just won't stop growing, like my heart is ready to burst out of my chest and take my humanity with itâ he huffs.Â
She brings his face from her shoulder, holding it with one hand as she gently cups his cheek, âI think that's the best part about you Yunho, the humanity. Unlike us Gods, you have a heart, a soulâ she hums, âI do, and my heart beats only for her, my soul yearns for her touch I- I can't live like this anymore mother, can't continue living as if nothings wrong knowing she's in the arms of another man- a lesser man. She deserves more than him- more than me! more than the night sky, more than anything anyone could ever give her.. â he confesses and Heraâs resolve steels. If her son wants this girl, if he believes the man is not suited for her, then Hera will make damn sure both she and her son get what they deserve, that the sanctity of marriage won't be sullied more. She'll need to talk to Aphrodite after this.Â
âWhat do you needâ she asks, and he looks up at her, his eyes filled with a yearning she could only describe as purely human, yet with the intensity of the divine âI need- I need to offer her my bleeding heart, whether she cradle or crush it- I would still be at peace knowing it was touched by her darkened handsâ he states, and she smiles at him as she hears his last words. He loves this girl, not only for who she presents to be, but for who she truly is. âthen you'll do just thatâ Hera offers and Yunho looks up at her confused, but she doesn't say a word more, already knowing that up in the sky another conversation quite like this one is taking place.Â
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âSelene baby! What brings you to my neck of the woods?â Nyx asks joyfully, trapping the shorter goddess in a tight hug as Artemis watches the two from a far, giving them their privacy but still doing her job. âI have news to share with you my lady, it's about your daughter- the half mortal oneâ Nyx's joyful face instantly disappears as she looks down at Selene with a serious expression, âWhat happened to Kyu? I knew it was strange that she hadn't talked to me tonight yet but⌠â the elder bites her lips as she waits for the moon to respond. âNo no, mistress your daughter is not in any.. immediate danger, but I am here to share newsâ Nyx tilts her head at the gray haired goddess warning but nods her head for her to continue.Â
âI believe an Olympian is in love with herâ she states, and Nyx chuckles, âWell id hope so, I may not like the boy but they've been together so long id be worried if he doesn't love her⌠well id also rip his head off but that's neither here nor thereâ she hums as Selene nods her head, âNot Erin, there's another. The son of Zeus⌠a few nights ago his thoughts had been screaming, I could hear them- he sought marriageâ she says and Nyx has a thoughtful expression on her face. âhm.. Zeus's boyâŚ. he likes my daughter?â she asks suspiciously, âhe loves her it seems my lady, I've been watching him. He stares up at the night sky every night and talks of her, I'm not sure if he knows I listen, or wishes for me to carry on his messages, but he speaks of her for hours, asking of her health and pleading for the stars to respondâ she tells Nyx.Â
âAnd Erin? What have you seen of him?â she raises a brow, âI have not seen much of him, nor your daughter Mistress, it seems after she had greeted you he withholds her from enjoying the night skyâ Selene says, bracing herself for the impact of Nyx's rage. âI⌠I entrusted you to look after my daughter when I had to work.. and you did not think to inform me that she was being withheld from my domain?â the primordial's voice is deadly calm, darkness around them growing stronger as the veil her husband had gifted her sways angrily, Artemisâs shoulders tense at the change in atmosphere and she locks eyes with the scene unfolding, Nyx's skin turns dark, almost unseen as her hands glow white, Selene falls to her knees, as if her light had been sucked info Nyx's hands. Artemis immediately moves to catch the Moon, trying to support her as she looks up at Nyx, âMy lady maybe we should-â âHow longâ Nyx interrupted her as she stares down at Selene, a darkness looms over the both and a shadow hand grasps Selene's chin and forces it up from behind, âI believe my wife asked a questionâ Erebusâs voice rings deep in their ears, and alerts Artemis that they are no longer only in the night. Everything around them is pitch black and there isn't a star in sight.Â
âHow long.â Nyx asks again, and her voice sounds almost as if it had mixed with her husbands, dark and powerful, dripping with venom as she stares down at her dear friend, âHow long has that bastard been keeping my daughter from meâ Selene breathes heavily, âabout- about f-five yearsâ she says, and Erebus drops her head, no longer supporting her chin. âYou've kept this, kept my daughter from me for FIVE YEARS?â Nyx shouts, veil and hair floating as she grows larger, fingers turning to talons as she looms over Selene, âMy darling night, calm downâ Erebus tries to reason with his wife, although he himself is not too fond of the information they were just given, âI AM CALMâ she retorts, her voice distorted and monstrous.Â
âI'm sorry mistress, It's just- lady Kyu asked me not to tell you!â Selene shouts up at the giant goddess, and Nyx stops in her tracks, staring down into the moon's eyes for a moment as if to gauge if she is telling the truth, before the goddess starts to shrink down. Returning to her normal form and the light from her hands returning to Selene as she tries to stand up, supported by Artemis who does not interrupt what is clearly none of her business. âShe what?â Erebus asks this time, the shadows of his figure wrapping around his wife to hold her, whether that be for comfort or the safety of the two moon goddesses before them he doesn't know.Â
âFive years ago, around the time Her group had just started out, she and Erisâs boy had a fight. I'm not sure what it had been about but it got heated, I would've told you but she pleaded with me not to Mistress and IâŚâ Selene doesn't finish her sentence, not wanting to offend Nyx nor Erebus. Artemis holds her up, trying to support her and help her stand as she looks at the two primordials before them. âYou didn't wish to disobey an ask from your future ladyâ Nyx finishes, her voice back to normal but lacking its usual steady tone. Selene nods in response, the black haired goddess takes a deep breath before she releases herself from her husband's hold, bending down to now hold the moon's cheek in affection again. âI'm sorry I yelled at you like that darling, but you need to promise never to hide such things from me again, especially when pertaining to my daughter, do we understand one another?â she asks, despite the soft tone there's a hint of malice as her gentle hand digs a nail into Seleneâs cheek. Not hard enough to draw any ichor, at least not yet.Â
âYes, yes I understand Mistress, I apologizeâ Seleneâs response is immediate and laced with just enough emotion to have Nyx believe her. The veiled goddess releases her hold on Selene as she stands up, locking eyes with Artemis, âyou'll ensure she keeps that promise, won't you darling deer?â she asks her, and the huntress only nods in response, feeling no more powerful than the animal she had just been named, caught trapped by a pack of panthers. âVery well, may you goâ Nyx walks back to her husband as Artemis takes the chance and helps Selene back to their chariot, not sparing a glance back or waiting for the goddess to change her mind and continue their journey. Leaving alone the husband and wife of all that is void.Â
âMy night I understand -â Erebus starts, âFive years, five years has my daughter been kept from me. I thought she had just been busy. I've heard that mortal kids often migrate away from their parents at a certain age. I thought it had rubbed off on her. I'm a bad mother Erebus, I didn't even realize my own daughter was not spending time in her rightful domain- oh my poor baby she must be so tiredâ tears well up in Nyx's eyes as she paces back and forth in the endless void of darkness. Her husband takes a breath acknowledging how serious this is for his wife to be calling him by name, no matter how enraged he himself is, he knows he needs to be the voice of reason between the two of them. He steps closer and holds her arms, his shadow mist wrapping comfortingly around her as he stops her pacing.Â
âYou are not a bad mother for giving her space my night, it was a completely logical assumption for you to have made, never once has she given you any reason to doubt herâ he tries to soothe her, placing a kiss to her forehead, she always enjoyed when he did this, said the cold shadow of his lips tickled her skin. âI'm her mother I was supposed to know, it had taken me too long to notice the way her mortal parents had been handling her and now- now she's going through Morai knows what at the hands of some Olympian bastard who doesn't know his place!â her voice starts to raise again, causing Erebus to rub her back as he tries to contain her. âMy love, we cannot be sure of what it is they are hiding, while I am well aware of your dislike for the boy, and share the same notion, it is not our choice to make, now is it? Remember, when you had come to me the day you asked for her?â he asks softly and she nods in response, âI had told you about what the fates had shared, had I not?â he continues, feeling her nod against what should be his chest, âand what was it your wonderful daughters had said?â He waits for her to speak.Â
âYou said they mentioned a lightning storm at nightâ she mumbles, gripping onto his figure like a vice as she's not understanding where he is going with this conversation. âYes, and we had thought it had been connected to Zeus, and it could very well still be in a way⌠the news Selene brought, it had been of Yunho's admiration for our princess hm?â He continues, hoping for his wife to catch where his thoughts are leading, yet she only looks up at him, waiting for him to clue her in. âNow you and I both know you've spied on that boy enough to know he has pure intentions-â it's true, Nyx had not liked the idea of Zeus having another offspring, even if he had been approved by her darling Hera, she still had to ensure the boy was good, especially after he had befriended her precious grandson, â- and for Selene to have heard his thoughts of marriage, his cry must have been a desperate one, a meaningful one⌠we know he would never make such a proclamation, even in thought if he did not mean it, he is Hera's son after allâ He finishes.Â
âSo are you suggesting what the fates had told you has to do with him and Kyu?â she asks, contemplating his words, he only nods in response as a flicker of insight sparks in her black tear-filled eyes, âSo you are suggesting we leave the problem to him⌠â she asks softly and he only nods, âI have had a⌠premonition of sorts for the last few months, of something coming, something big⌠I believe this is something we must have them sort out themselvesâÂ
âI know but.. still I need the reassurance that she will be okay, otherwise I will rip off that Eris boys head myselfâ her eyes narrow as she speaks, Erebus thinks for a moment, before snapping his fingers. Before them his son materializes, messy hair, in nothing but pajama pants with his toothbrush still hanging from his mouth, âSHIT! Dad a warning next timeâ Kai yells as he slightly shivers from the cold hitting his bare skin before he observes the scene before him, âoh this is seriousâŚ.. okay thenâ he nods slightly, wiping his mouth from toothpaste. He knew something was off the moment he was summoned, he and his father may not have a bad relationship but they aren't close either, boths inability to express actual feelings when not directed to their lover straining their relationship despite the love they have for one another.Â
 âDoes Zeus's boy truly love your sister?â Nyx asks, and Kai doesn't even act surprised at his stepmother's knowledge on the subject, all he does is nod in response, âHe's more obsessed with her than uncle Hades when Aunt Perce comes home from springâ he responds and Nyx's face seems to brighten up just a little, âand the Erin boy⌠is he good to your sister?â his father asks him. âNot good, he's m.. I don't know what he is, when it comes to him Kyu is more private than she's ever been, she doesn't share much and I try to keep away from him.. something about him just feels offâ she responds as he looks at the two questioningly, âwhat's this even about?â
âWe heard some⌠news and wanted to ensure your sister's safetyâ Erebus tells his son, âSo you feel it too then? the impending feeling of doom hanging in the air?â Kai raises his eyebrow at his father who nods in response, when his father does not offer another word he understands that he has said what they wanted of him, âcan I go back now?â he looks between the two, Nyx nods. âyes, and do say hello to little Felix for meâ she kisses the top of his head and walks off to who knows where, âwhat I wasn't even-â Kai tries to defend himself but his father only pats his forearm where a burn mark in the shape of a hand lays comfortably. âYou need to tell that boy that his touch hurts you in the extreme light, he's too innocent to know otherwiseâ his father offers before walking away, and Kai can now only stare at his reflection in his bathroom mirror as he's teleported back to his apartment.
Something is wrong, the feeling consumes Yunho, stirring in his stomach, humming beneath his skin as it mixes with the ever building electricity that courses through him, creating a melancholic melody of ominous dread as he looks up at the sky. It had become his usual routine this past year, staring up at the sky hoping that Kyu was staring up at the same time as him, heâd talk for hours, about his day, the thoughts he would have of her, all shared with the moon. He wasn't sure if he shared these things in hopes she would hear, that the message would be shared to her, or if it was only to release himself from the guilt of feeling for a taken woman, he'd prefer the latter, for if it was the former, and the message had been shared then he wouldn't be able to handle the heartbreak of her never having responded.
Yet tonight his usual routine is interrupted as he stares up at the sky, itâs winter, a time heâs come to appreciate as the night sky grows longer and Kyu always seems happier, whether sheâs more active online or responding to texts, the more constant feeling of her presence brings him joy. Unfortunately on this cold winter night the joy is diminished, the usual darkness of the longer night sky is brightened, the moon and sun seeming to outshine the darkness, creating a purplish veil instead of the usual darkness that had become Yunhoâs comfort. It creates an uneasy feeling in Yunhoâs stomach as he worries about Kyu, itâs not natural, was it due to her? Was the lustre light of the night connected to Kyu or her mother?Â
Thoughts swirled in his mind, maybe he should call her.. but that would be weird wouldn't it? if he had just called her randomly at night, but then again they were friends maybe it wouldn't be too abnormal. He bites his lips as he stares up at the moon, face pleading wishing she could give him answers. Was he being paranoid? sure but one quick text couldn't hurt⌠and then one quick text went unanswered, and it turned into two, then three, giving up he sent one to Kai, maybe he had heard something?Â
âKaiiiiii you have a text from Yunho- he's asking if Kyu is okay- why would he ask if Kyu is okay?â Felix questions as he walks to Kai, giving the phone back to the taller person who's looking out to the night sky, âhe's just worriedâ Kai replies, not responding to the text. His father was right, something was coming, and Kai did not have enough care to mess with fate, no matter how much he loved sister, this needed to happen. âWorried about? the night? it is a bit bright tonightâ Felix hums as he rests his head on Kaiâs shoulder, âThinking about it Kyu hasn't responded in the group chat tonightâ Kai only nods his head at Felix's words, âand she won't. not tonight at least, she's busyâ he states, âwith what?â The blond asks, Kai simply turns his head to kiss his cheek, not knowing the answer.Â
âAren't you worried about her too then?â Felix hums despite the smile on his face at the small show of affection, âof course, but it's not my fate to interfere with thisâ Kai turns, holding Felix's face in his hands, âso why don't you help distract me from my worries hm?â he asks and Felix only smiles up at him as the moon looks down at the two through the window.Â
Once she's sure they won't interrupt, she turns her attention back to the faux black haired male who's currently pacing along his balcony. She knows she promised the young mistress she wouldn't interfere, but it's getting worse and she'd rather break a promise than see her young lady then have to witness her death under the weakened night sky. She promised Nyx she'd take care of this, and had to have the goddess distracted lest she rip off the son of discordâs head and give Zeus a reason to start the war he'd been itching for. This has to happen tonight, and it has to be Yunho.Â
âIs she okay?â he asks up at the sky, voice shaking and desperate in a way Selene has never heard him speak to her before and this is just what she wanted to hear, the desperation and yearning ensures heâll be willing to do what fate had lined up for him, so for the first time since heâs started talking to her, she responds. As a voice in his mind, cold and drifty in a whisper, âno, she needs youâ Â Selene speaks and Yunho looks up in surprise, taking a moment to understand the importance not only of being called by the moon but also of her words, although all that is pushed to the back of his mind as he understands the meaning of her words. âWhereâ is all he grits, âThe park under the nightâ she says, and at first Yunho doesnât understand, everything is under the night sky, but the memory at the back of his mind resurfaces, seemingly forcefully dragged to the forefront of his worried thoughts. The night at the park in which he witnessed Kyu reach out into the night, and the night reached back to her.
Quickly he moves back inside the house, not bothering to grab a coat to protect him from the cold winter's night, the electricity murmuring beneath his skin already warming him enough, No longer a soft and subtle hum of nerves as it constantly was, his powers were now murmuring, whispering as if trying to coax him to release it, he had a feelings heâd have to listen, he ignores Yeosang question as he grabs his keys and rushes to the car, jumping in and driving off at a speed heâs sure to break the speed limit with, but he canât find it in himself to care, quickly he navigates his way to the park not far from his own dorm, itâs quiet outside tonight, too quiet, as if the entire world had been put on hold for this very moment.Â
He doesnât even park the car, only stops it and yanks out the key, jumping when it comes to a stop as he sees the park in his view, he can hear it now, the sound disrupting the quiet night, yelling and crying, loud and gut wrenching, the murmur of the lightning beneath his skin gets louder, his head starts to hurt as he tries to suppress it. The storm clouds build on the horizon as he rushes forward, the voice he can recognize as Erinâs growing louder, drowning out his powers. He only stops when he reaches the clearing, seeing Kyu stand before Erin, hunched over and holding her stomach, he hasnât been noticed yet, his mind going into overdrive as his eyeâs frantically take in the scene, Erin laughing up at the lightened sky, âYA SEE THAT? HM? SEE HOW YOUR POWERFULL DAUGHTER FALLS? KNEELS BEFORE ME?â he screams up, pointing a bloodied knife in Kyuâs direction, âTHIS IS YOUR FAULT!â he turns the knife upwards, and Yunho is surprised he has yet to be smite, that he had ever gotten this far into hurting Kyu.
His powers are screaming at him now, head throbbing in a way that almost disorients him as rage builds, the thunder beneath his skin cooking the red blood in his veins into golden ichor as he slowly tries to creep to Kyu, no matter the unspeakable things he wishes to condemn Erin too, getting Kyu out of the way and in the safety of his arms is his first priority. She does not notice him until heâs behind her, gently wrapping his arms around her to support her, ignoring the warm wet feeling of her blood beneath his fingers as he tries to put enough pressure on the wounds to stop bleeding. She doesnât make a sound at his touch, whether that be because sheâs too tired too or because she recognized him he didnât want to know, although the way her body went rigid before relaxing when he whispered in her ear suggests the former.Â
âYOU RAISED HER TO MOTHER EVERYONE UNDER YOUR SKY AND NOW GUESS WHAT?â Erin shouts deliriously, thinking the gods are listening to him with bated breaths, âSHE DIDNâT WANT TO CARRY MY CHILD- SO SHE WON'T EVER BE ABLE TO BEAR ONE NOWâ he waves the knife in the air, her blood dripping from the cold steel onto his hand in a taunting manner, âSHE WON'T EVER LEAVE NOW BECAUSE NOBODY WOULD WANT HER AS BROKEN AS I'VE MADE HER- NOBODY-â his manic screaming becomes more deranged as he turns his head back to her, likely for another toxic spill of words to leave his throat, but he stops, noticing Yunho standing beside her, supporting her as her breath hitches due to Erinâs attention on them, âgoâ she whispers to Yunho, her voice weak and throat hoarse, he only tightens his grip on her in response.Â
âOr well, not nobody⌠the pathetic little puppy comes crawling for spoils that aren't his? You're just like your father aren't you? Taking women that aren't yoursâ Erin tuts, swinging the knife in Yunhoâs face tauntingly, âWell sorry to break it to you but unfortunately her pussy can no longer bear whatever children you wish to put in her soo.. Shoe along now, uncleâ the last word drips from Erin's mouth like venom and Yunho has to stop himself from lunging at the man. The thunder clouds roll in, dark and fast as they grow, reflecting the storm behind his eyes, âYunho, go, this is not your fightâ Kyu whispers to him, her voice weak in a way he never thought heâd hear from her, her face turns to him, sweat beading on her forehead mixing with the silent tears down her cheeks, her eyes are pale, no longer the soft gray, now more sullen and void as she looks at him desperately, âI donât want him to kill you too, pleaseâ  she begs, and Yunho does not understand why she doesnât strike the man down, sheâs much more powerful than him, even in her weakened state, so why won't she just let go of him.
âIâm not going to let him kill you eitherâ my queen, Yunho does not add the last two words to his sentence, but itâs clear Erin knew he wished to say it, âNo not me, Yunho-â sheâs cut off by the brunette before them, âNot her you idiot, she is still my queen, I wouldnât be able to take over the underworld without her unfortunately, so I wonât kill her- you on the other hand, are currently holding my prize so if you would ever so kindly let goâ Yunho hates the way Erin speaks of her, as if she is not a person, not the love of Yunhoâs life. âSheâs not yoursâ Yunho speaks, his voice ringing through the clearing as rage fills him, sparks tingling at his fingertips, his hair losing its dark color as he feels Kyu weakly trying to push herself out of his hold. âOh? And you think sheâs yours?â Erin asks, tilting his head. Before Yunho can respond Kyu lets out a stronger push, breaking free from Yunhoâs hold and simultaneously pushing herself toward Erin, stumbling before she grips onto his shirt for support. âPlease Erin, stop this, I'm begging youâ she pleads.Â
âaww Baby itâs okay hm? You know I'd never hurt you if not for your own benefit, I'm doing this for usâ Erin says, stroking her hair as he looks down at her but not bothering to try and support her, Yunho wants to reach out, to grab her and take her as far away from Erin as possible, but he sees the sparks along his fingers, hears the faint clap of thunder above them and knows touching her would only hurt. âYou see Yunho? She chose me, she doesn't love you, she knows to whom she belongs and for that she'll be rewarded⌠unfortunately she must have lead you on enough to make you believe she loved you, for that she has to be punishedâ Erinâs voice speaks and before Yunho can register it the sound of Kyuâs gasp fills the air as the knife is imbedded in her back this time, sheâs thrown to the ground with a resounding crack implying she must of hit her head, she doesnât move further and Erinâs attention is on Yunho as he steps forward.
 âShe'll live, donât worry, she always finds a way to stay alive, like a cockroach, but itâs you and me now buddy. You think your dad will praise me when I give him your head? The son who dared love the enemy? Think he'll give me your position as heir? Itâll be a lot easier than fighting for it, not that I wouldn't win either way of course.â Erin speaks, and with each step he takes forward the thunder above them clasp louder. Lightning strikes down to the ground, and when heâs right in front of Yunho, whoâs feet are planted to the ground, eyes looking terrified at the woman on the ground, the sound of a falling tree echoes through the clearing. His face falls, the ashy blond tips that are slowly seeping into the rest of his black hair obscuring his face from Erin's view, âYour rightâ Yunho says, voice void of emotion as his fists clench beside him, âOh I know I amâ Erin replies with a smile on his face.
âI am my fathers sonâŚâ Yunho says as he lifts his head, brown eyeâs now glowing golden as he grabs the already scrunched shirt of Erin, sending a surge of power through his body just strong enough to make his muscle spasm and go limp as the knife in his hand made from Hephaestus's metal falls to the ground before he could even think of using it on Yunho. âAnd my father isnât afraid of killing those who anger himâ Yunho spits out, and before Erin could even think of replying Yunho sends the first punch, the power behind it along with the electricity sends Erin to the ground immediately, but itâs not enough for Yunho.
He falls to his knees, straddling the bloodied man beneath him as he continues punching him, the lighting striking as the storm rolls in time with his punches. âYou really think you deserve her? You're nothing but a bastard and a shame to the family name, no wonder your mother abandoned you, you mutt. I'd be just as disgusted if my son were like youâ Yunho speaks between punches, not holding back the strength not the power that's praising him, chanting beneath his skin in joy at the release, eating at the man beneath him whose face is already caved in and skin burned in patches. All the power Yunhoâs ever held back is released, the door not being able to close as he simply sees red, his hair now fully golden, the man beneath him doesn't respond, but thatâs fine, Yunho doesnât need him too.
A cough from his side is what snaps him out of his rage, scrambling off the unconscious and barely breathing body beneath him over to Kyu. Blood seems from her mouth, her stomach, her back, and somewhere on her head that Yunho canât find beneath the heavy black hair. He pulls her into his hold and she looks up at him with the faintest smile, âYou look p-pretty in blond thunder boyâ she tries to move but groans and stays where she is, âYou n-need to stop, you shouldnât become a murderer for meâ she tells him, and he wants to scream at her, he'd kill anyone for her, massacre the whole world if that's what she wanted serve the heads of those who wronged her on a plate if she just asked him too. The tears fall from his eyes, âI- I need to get you to a hospital I-â he frantically panics, trying to position her in a way that wouldn't cause her wounds to worsen, the power that's still screaming at him to finish off the man behind him doesn't dance atop his skin anymore, not with her in his arms âHey, hey no you- â she splutters again, more blood emerging from her mouth, a golden sheen coating the angry red.
âYou need to calm down before this storm attracts your fathers attentionâ she says, Yunhoâs sure it already has but he couldnât give a damn, heâs pleading with her, trying to have her keep her eyes open, her breath even. She smiles again, this time at something behind him, he doesnât want to look, does not want to acknowledge the unmistakable feeling of death looming behind him. âHey Thanâ Kyu says softly, âHello ΟΚκĎÎŽ ιδξĎĎÎŽâ the gravelly voice of Thanatos responds, his tone soft and caring in contrast to the rage Yunho can feel from him. Kyu closes her eyes in content, humming softly at his words, âNo, no Kyu stay with me, please love, please open your eyes I'm begging you Kyu stay-â Yunho pleads as he holds her face in his hand, the mixture of her and Erin's blood rubbing off on her cheek from Yunhoâs palm, sullying her beautiful face.
She doesn't respond, and feels cold in Yunhoâs hands. She always ran cold, but this was different, she was freezing. âDonât take her, please I'm begging you donât take herâ Yunho beseeches the god behind him, âI donât want toâ Thanatos replies. âThen donât, as your future King I order you, do not take her from meâ Yunhoâs voice breaks, not holding the power or sounding nearly as threatening as he wishes it too. âI need to take a soul, a shade needs to be given to the underworldâ Thanatos says as he looks down at his dying sister in the arms of the man she never had the chance to love.
There's a silence, no sound to be heard on the clearing except for the roaring tempest overhead, no breath, not from Yunho, not from the two unconscious bodies and certainly not from the god of death himself. âThen take himâ Yunho breathes, âSheâs closer to death than he is, by the power I was given I need to accompany the soul closest to their demiseâ Thanatos tells him, planting the seed in Yunhoâs mind that he wishes will grow quickly. The silence overtakes them again before the last of the dark roots atop Yunhoâs head turn a golden blond, matching his eyes and the ichor heâs created in his veins, thereâs a strike of lightning behind them, so sudden and loud it takes Thanatos by surprise, luckily he does not jump, the glow of the bolt matches the one on Yunhoâs hand that's holding Kyuâs thigh as he hugs her tight against him, trying desperately to listen for her heartbeat.
Thanatos looks behind him, the unconscious body burnt and the grass around it flaming, earth cracked from the pressure of the electrical discharge that hit the now dead body. âTake him.â Yunho speaks with finality, voice truly sounding like the order of a king, Thanatos nods, grateful that he did not have to reunite with his sister in such a way. âI'm sorryâ Yunho whispers as he presses his forehead against Kyuâs own, feeling her heart beating against him. Whether heâs apologizing for becoming the murderer she asked him not to, or for the small amount of lightning he sent through her to jumpstart her heart, he does not know.
Ever since he had rushed her to the hospital, Yunho had not left Kyuâs side, staying beside her when she had been asleep for 3 days, holding her hand and praying to any god that would listen that sheâd wake up. His father tried to summon him, but he refused, he wouldn't leave her, couldn't, Hera had stopped the King from smiting his heir, but Yunho knew his father wouldnât be too happy about the damage caused. Even tried to come down to the mortal realm to get Yunho himself, only to be stopped by Nyx, who stated his son had been placed under her protection after saving her daughter. This caused Zeusâs anger to grow but he knew better than to cross the goddess of his nightmares.
When Kyu had woken up the first face she saw was a doctor, not Yunho. She could feel his presence, the electricity in the air, and the moment his name invaded her thoughts, the side of her right thigh started to pain, ignoring the voices of the frantic doctors she had thrown off her blanket, desperately yawning up her gown to gain access to the searing skin. Her eyes was met with the claim of thunder on her skin, pitch black contrasting with the paleness caused by her bloodloss, protruding from the soft flesh like a tattoo, little bumps of raised skin seemingly glowing with a golden sheen, she wanted to scream, because it hurts, fuck it hurts , but something about it, the searing heat of the lightning she can feel moving beneath her skin makes her feel alive.
Her eyes frantically move from the doctors to the room around her, desperately searching from his face, she doesnât see him, but she does see a mop of unmistakable golden hair from the window leading to the halls outside her room, heâs not looking at her, back facing her room, but when she spots him the pain dies down, she relaxes as the doctors around her continue their work, the sound of them fading out as she focuses on the back of his head, memories returning to her of the moment right before she lost consciousness.
âYou really need to talk to her, you know?â Kai says as he hands Yunho a coffee, itâs been a week since Kyu had woken up and the newly returned blond man had yet to enter her room. She yelled out at him, asked those who visited and her doctors to tell him to come inside and yet he refused. He couldn't look her in the eye, knowing what heâs done. âMhmâ he hums, dark circles beneath his eyes clear as he accepts the coffee from the other, sitting upright and ignoring the pain his back suffered from the cold metal chairs that line the outside of the hospital rooms.
âSeriously bro Iâm gonna make you sniff some essential oils and sleep for at least a few days if you donât get some proper restâ Hyunjin says as he walks out of Kyuâs room, looking over at Yunho as he goes and sits beside the blond. âPut him out for a week!â Kyuâs voice yells from the room, and you can hear Mingiâs soft huff of laughter following her words. âSee?â Hyunjin makes a face at Yunho. âI'm fine, I'm not tiredâ Yunho defends himself and Kyuâs voice can be heard mocking him, he only huffs in response. âIf you would just come in and TALK to me, then I wouldnât be doing this and you wouldnât be huffing and puffing!â Kyu shouts again as she hears Yunho.
âSheâs right ya know, you'll need to go in there eventuallyâ Kai says as he closes her room door, voice softer to ensure she canât hear the conversation happening. âYou've been sitting here the whole time, ignoring her and your father. You need to face something, hate to break it to you but sitting here 24/7 isnât helping anybodyâ he sighs as he sits on the chair opposite Yunho. âI'm not here all the time, I go home to shower and stuffâ Yunho mumbles, but he only receives a look in response, âCan I go face my father?â he asks and Hyunjin slaps his chest in response, âGo talk to her.â Yunho groans as he slides down in his chair.
âSheâs not mad, I promiseâ Seungmin walks in on the conversation, holding a bag of clothes he went to go pick up for Kyu, âYou say that and yet I do not believe youâ he points a finger at Seungmin, âIf she was mad I donât think sheâd be calling out to you everydayâ Seungmin walks closer, throwing the bag in his hands on Yunhoâs lap. âGoâ the boy speaks with finality. âShe may not sound mad but what if⌠what if I walk in there and the moment I look into her eyes and sheâll realize what I've done and hate me foreverâ he asks, only receiving three blank looks in response, âYunho go in there or so help me Iâm calling your dad- mortal oneâ Kaiâs threat does not fall on deaf ears, âOkay now we donât need to go that farâ he tries to get himself out of the situation, but with the way heâs being glared at he knows itâs not possible.Â
âYeah okayâ He stands up, stretching as he hears his back crack, ignoring the winces of those around him, âIf she hates me Iâm smiting you all, because apparently I have the power to do that nowâ Yunho says before taking a deep breath, knocking on the door, Mingi opens it, eyes widening as he sees Yunho at the door, âOh- well that's uhm- hm yeah I'm gonna goâ Mingi fumbles before practically bolting out of the room. Yunho takes a breath as he walks in, he doesnât take his eyes off the floor as he walks over to the closet to place down Kyuâs bag, he mapped out the entire planning of the room the first few days when Kyu was not, and kept retracing the steps of the room when he sat in the corridor to keep himself from going insane. âYunhoâ Kyuâs voice seems much better now, heâs heard it yell to him from outside the room, but itâs different now. More clear, stronger than it was the night of the incident. âYunho look at me pleaseâ she pleads, he grips his fists but only continues putting away clothes and not looking at him.
âIâm.. Iâm sorry, that you had to be the one there, that I turned you into a murdererâ Yunho finally turns at that, itâs not that he wanted to, but it felt like instinct to turn, to reassure her that none of this was her fault, âNo-No Kyu itâs not-â his breath hitches as he finally looks into her eyes. Itâs like heâs back to the first day he met her, butterflies in his stomach and his knees feeling weak, sparks sourcing beneath his skin in the way that makes him feel giddy and not ready for war. âHiâ she smiles softly at him, âHiâ he responds, voice shaky. He can feel tears forming in his eyes as he finally looks at her, she looks so much better, the light in her eyes shining in a way heâs never seen before.
She pats the spot beside her on the bed, Yunho takes the hint and moves forward, but he sits on the chair instead of the place offered, âWhen I- When I told you I didnât want him to kill you too -â Kyu starts, but Yunho stops her, âYou donât have to-â Kyu interrupts, âno, no I do- I - I need to speak okay?â she looks at him and he nods, she takes a breath before continuing. âI didn't mean it in the way of I thought he would kill me, Heâs heâs killed before, for me, and I didnât want that burned on your shoulders- I know- I know our parents take care of all this stuff but if this ever gets out it could ruin your career-â âI donât care about my career, I care about you, I want you to be safeâ Yunho thinks, but he only continues to listen to her speak, â-When we were young, fresh out of highschool and just started college I thought of leaving him for the first time, I had this friend who wanted to help me, I didnât really know him well, but he was such a sweet guy and I needed any excuse to get out.. But Erin found out and, well, he took care of the problem before it could show itself.â she says as she draws her knees up to her chest, she shouldnât be able to, but her wounds have been healing faster than they should.
âIâm sorry you had to go through thatâ Yunho whispers, trying to suppress the urge he has to hold her in his arms, âI'm not telling you this because I want your sympathy Yunho, I need you to understandâ she says, âunderstand what?â he asks, âWhy I can't reciprocate your feelings, the claim you made Yunho I.. I know it wasnât made with bad intentions, and I know youâd never be like Erin but, I've spent my whole life being his prize, being claimed by him and not seen as a person of my own, and as much as I hated him for everything heâs done to me I-â she breathes, âYou loved himâ Yunho states her thoughts, and she only nods. âIâm sorry I killed himâ Yunho says, and she shakes her head again.
 âDonât, donât feel sorry Yunho, you did what I wished I could have, it was something I was too weak to do despite the power that my mother gave me. I couldn't kill him, and it wasn't because I still loved him I- I didn't want to admit I was weak enough, stupid enough to have made the decision of loving him in the first place. So as much as I like you Yunho, as much comfort as you bring me I- Iâm not ready to be claimed as someoneâs else's before I get to find myself. I just- I need time, could you please give me that?â she turns her head to him, tears glistening in her eyes as her cheek is pressed against her knee.
âI never, I never expected you to even feel anything for me Kyu. The fact that youâve just admitted you even have some sort of likeness to me is a blessing I didnât even know could have been bestowed upon meâŚ. Youâre not weak Kyu, you're one of the strongest people Iâve ever met, I wouldn't ever force my feelings upon you.. I never meant to claim you it just- it happened and I will give you as much time as you needâ Yunho looks into her eyes, brown with golden flecked irisâs staring into her gray and silver ones, reflecting the meaning and importance behind his words. âBut I will tell you this, as much time as you need, as long as I need to wait.. I wonât lose you again. You donât have to be mine, You donât have to be the queen that will one day ascend the throne with me but⌠but I will forever and always be yours, the King that's willing to do anything for you, and I need you to know thatâ
She smiles at him, the unshed tears in her eyes finally falling, âI know Yunho, I knowâ
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âDo you understand what you've done boy? You've disrupted the balance. Killed one of your own.â Zeusâs voice booms through the Olympian court, of course the god couldn't just talk to Yunho normally, no he needed to summon him to the court, before the eyes of multiple gods to âface his punishmentâ whatever that means. âZeus I've told you I honestly do not care that the boy was killedâ Eris says from where she sits, bored out of her mind. She didnât care for the boy called her son, he wanted to disrupt the delicate balance of discord, he did not understand how to carefully plant a seed, she did think him deserving of her lineage anyway, if anything the boy who is technically her half brother did her a favor.
âSush daughter, we must mourn the loss of Erick and punish this one accordinglyâ Zeus silences Eris, âHis name was Erin..â Yunho huffs, his father doesn't care about the dead half god, just wants a reason to punish Yunho, he hasnât ever really liked Yunho, not liking the fact that his son is more favored among the gods than he is. âThat's what I said, Erin, sweet boy that oneâ Zeus nods his head solemnly, beside him Hera rolls her eyes. Ares huffs from where he sits besides Aphrodite in the stands of the fake courthouse his father created for this occasion, Demeter is standing there with her arms crossed and foot tapping in that livid manner that makes Ares shudder, like a mad mother she looks at Zeus.
 âA sweet boy?â a dark voice haunts the room, sending shivers down the spines of the gods as dark smoke rolls in from beneath the doors, Yunhoâs back straightens as he recognizes it, the voice that's come to talk to him in dreams, to both threaten and thank him for his connection with Kyu. As the shadows spread and the room is encased in a veil of darkness Ares smirks, knowing his father is in for it now. The doors open once the room is fully dark, âYou call the bastard that hurt my daughter, sweet?â Nyx asks as she steps into the room, the light her husband has drained from the room running from her fingers to her elbows as she simply seems like a dark shadow, her husband is not beside her but they know heâs here, the darkness around them a show of his presence.Â
âLady Nyx, as much as you know I respect your judgment, this is a matter not involving youâ Zeus speaks through gritted teeth, tone strained as he tries and shows respect for the goddess he fears. âDoesnât involve her? The dead had hurt her daughter, I think she has every right to be hereâ Hera speaks, her word carries the same weight as Zeusâs in this court, as much as he tries to deny it. âSee? Hera gets it.. You know you've always been my least favorite of Rheaâs children Zeusy boyâ Nyx states as she walks closer, flashing her hand atop Yunhoâs shoulder comfortingly, âUnfortunately for you, my daughter has grown fond of him, and as any loving mother would, I protect what's hers. Heâs under my protection Zeus, you will not punish him for having done what's rightâ
âMy lady, Yunho has used the powers he was given not only to hurt a member of his future kingdom, but dared to turn his own blood to ichor. Blasphemy cannot go unpunished under my reign.â Zeus tries again, âHe used those powers to protect our daughter, the ichor made in his system does not compare to what he will hold once he ascends, this is all redundant in your baseless case against the princeâ Erebusâs voice rings through the room, seeming to have no clear starting nor end point, just as the darkness its all encompassing.Â
âThat boy, tried to ensure my daughter would never know the joys of being a motherâ Nyx spits to Zeus, âand as I was informed your daughter's ability to bare children remains in tact, he had failed so that cannot be used against the dead who's not here to defend himselfâ The king replies, and without missing a beat Nyx silences him by saying âYour father ate your siblings and yet they stand alive before you, does that release him from the punishment he currently suffers due to his cruelty?â
âOh shitâ Ares mumbles, eating some of the popcorn Hermes popped up with beside him, Apollo on his other side, Aphrodite slaps Ares upside the head to quiet him down. âNow My lady that-â Zeus is cut off by Hera at his side, âThis is fruitless Zeus, youâre trying to punish the boy for loving that girl because you canât handle that fact that theyâd be more powerful together than you'd ever be, which is just insanity because they aren't even togetherâ the goddesses words make the other gods nod in agreement, mostly because they don't want to be there.
âYeah no see asking me to punish him is like asking me to go against love and that's kind of the opposite of my whole vibeâ Aphrodite speaks, and the three male gods beside her nod while eating their popcorn like mindless puppets. âThat girl has taken great care of my son, so I would not want to punish this boy for his braveryâ Demeter interjects her own opinion. âSo no one wishes to punish him?â Zeus asks, and everyone shakes their heads, he sighs, despite the anger rising he is a smart enough king to know he canât go against the vote of all his subjects, and he does not want to anger two of the oldest deityâs known to the world. He nods, âAlright then the boy will be⌠releasedâ
Months later, when the story had calmed and his fathers rage had mostly cleared Yunho couldn't be more content than what he currently was. Laying in bed with the soft hum of the tv, the golden glow of the setting sun and the love of his life in his arms he couldnât wish for more. It was the beginning of summer and Kyuâs tiredness worsened as the sun got stronger and the days got longer. As worried as Yunho would always be for her during these times, a part of him wanted to thank Helios, for it only meant he got to hold his sleeping love in his arms longer.
Her back pressed to his chest, resting her head on his arm as she plays with the fingers of that hand and focuses on the show sheâs watching, she looks so beautiful, ethereal even. Yunhoâs other hand that had been resting on her hip was now mindlessly tracing the lines of the lightning along her thigh, grateful that the summer heat makes her wear shorts and gives his eyes access to the greatest piece of artwork heâs ever created. Her breathing matches his own, heart beating in sync with his as he canât stop himself from leaning down and placing a kiss atop her head. âI love you, you know that right?â he mumbles into her hair.
âMm, I donât think thereâs a universe in which I donâtâ she hums back, a small smile playing on her face as she turns her head to look at him, âwhat brings this on?â she asks, instead of responding he just ducks down further, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss and she responds in kind before giggling. When he pulls away she looks up at him mischievously, a hint of chaos in her eyes as her lips curl into that tiny smirk that drives Yunho wild, âYou havenât been focusing on the show have you?â she turns her whole body around as she looks up at him, âWhat? I totally have how could you question thatâ he asks in mock offense, but his eyes donât leave her lips.
âAlright then, what did Buck just fall off of?â she asks, and she can practically see the loading screen in Yunhoâs mind, âWhoâs Buck?.....â Yunho makes a face and Kyu playfully slaps his chest in response, he only grips her hand in his as he laughs down at her, âCome on Love, you canât expect me to focus on some show when you look so pretty in my armsâ he smiles as he watches the blush form on her cheeks. âSome show? this is my favorite showâ she huffs and Yunho makes a noise of disagreement, âSee now I know thatâs a lie because your favorite show is The originals because you have a little crush on that hybrid guyâ Yunho says knowingly and she buries her face in his chest. She grumbles before she looks up at him again, a hand coming up to tangle in his hair, no longer the golden natural blond, or the fake colors of his dye. No now itâs a soft blond with black roots and ends seeping through, proof of her affect on him.
 âI've affected you too muchâ she beams up at him softly, âI could say the sameâ he moves her so sheâs now laying atop his chest, his palm flattening out against the mark against her thigh as it glows a faint golden, sending a exhilarating jolt of electricity through her body. âBut you know what?â he asks as he presses a kiss to her forehead, bringing both hands up as he holds her face in them, threading his fingers through her hair as he tuck a strand behind her ear. âWhat?â she grins up at him, âI wouldnât have it any other wayâ he utters but before he could act on the thoughts swirling in his head, she beat him to it. Moving upwards and capturing his lips with a fervent need.
The tv still playing in the background, the setting sun and rising moon, the heat of the day worsened by the tension in their bodies is a stark reminder that the future King and Queen of the gods will never be separated, their bodies intertwined, souls connected and hearts beating as one.Â
Yunho remembers the stories his dad told him, of Humans having four legs, four arms and two hearts, being split into two souls by Zeus and left to roam in search of their other half forever. He never thought to ask any of the gods if this had been true, but feeling the love coursing in his chest for the woman atop him, he believes it must be.
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waahh, im also planning on writing a spin off for Kai and Felix so if you wanne be tagged in that lmkđź
#crossover#kpop x oc#ateez fanfic#ateez x oc#ateez fic#ateez fics#jeong yunho angst#jeong yunho fluff#ateez jeong yunho#jeong yunho#jeong yunho x oc#Jeong Yunho x female oc#jeong yunho x reader#ateez scenarios#ateez fluff#ateez au#Jeong Yunho fanfiction#yunho x oc#ateez yunho#yunho fanfic#yunho x reader#yunho#this isn't x reader but there arent many x oc tags so#ateez x fem!oc#ateez x female reader#stray kids felix#Lee felix x male oc#like greek gods kids skz n atz?? yes#greek mythology#greek gods
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Have you eaten? He was like a father to you. It's going to be ok. We can't stay here. I love you. This is killing you. Come here. It's going to be aright.
#God they are so important to me#I am feeling the importance of close male friendships tonight đ˘#the last kingdom#liveblogging tag#finan#uhtred#Tlk s4e3#This isn't the whole scene but it's a lot of dialogue#Uhtred x finan#Finan x uhtred#Fintred
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I'm so grateful that the only GG fans that care about the light novels are the ones that can be normal about things because Lightning the Argent goes from the rawest scenes of carnage imaginable to Ky Kiske doing something mildly religious like offering a short, silent, prayer for someone that got mangled to death by WMD dragons, and I just know that, in the wrong hands, those brief religious moments would generate the most annoying goddamn memes you could ever imagine
#textpost#I have a mountain of beef with catholicism specifically and am negative percent religious#But the punchline to so many Ky jokes is just âha ha catholicâ like come onnnnn get creative#Religion on its own isn't bad. Look instead at how an individual interacts with it and judge from there#Untapped potential in how Ky's consistently depicted praying to Mary/an unspecified female saint for example#Actually... How come I've never seen anyone analyze that aspect of his belief?#His parents died when he was pretty young (iirc) so their influence couldn't've been too much of a contributing factor in that#Maybe he was closer to his mom in the brief time he had with his parent(s)?#Almost all of the Holy Order knights/members they've ever shown have been male too#So I wonder if maybe it's more like the calm/uncombative protective presence of a sacred woman is comforting to him?#It's definitely a stark contrast to the types of things he's generally exposed to in his daily life in any case#Another interesting contrast is how much Sol DOESN'T like religion#He's got some sarcastic lines about God and stuff even pre-Gearification. Wonder what the story with that is...#Anyway Ky only expressing his religion in private moments is interesting to me too#I can't think of an instance where he ever forced it on someone else or tried to explain something as happening just because God willed it#He's smart and logical and yet he still has this spiritual component...#Man is his character is complex. Studying this blond kid under a microscope...
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realizing im kind of a weirdo about laios and marcille
#possramble#ignore this im just babbling but#the thing is that like. i don't ship laios and marcille together. their relationship is so so important to me in that laios comphets himsel#and THINKS that he might be in love with her but he isn't and that's my insane obsession#platonic soulmates for real but they're so sweet together that i fully expect them to be shipped together#like i get it. that's almost the appeal for me. if dungeon meshi were any other series there'd be an epilogue where they get married#convention dictates that they're meant to be together as the male protagonist and his beloved female deuteragonist#but dungeon meshi DOESNT do that and i love it so fucking much they're the comphet besties ever for my strange little brain#like if i ever did an arranged marriage au it would absolutely be laios and marcille having a platonic political marriage and then just#the most insane mutual pining with marcille and falin while laios and marcille struggle their way into becoming best friends#the imagery of the king and his beautiful court mage being tender to each other and everyone thinking they're in love is like catnip to me#like yeah they'd be like that and have no idea people think they should be together and the subversion makes me so obsessed#the more people ship them romantically. the more i enjoy their platonic dynamic it's like some sort of weird comphet fetishism idk#people think they're in love and im outside the window like YES... YES!!!#but also the second i see stuff of them kissing on the mouth or fucking im like oh god no i went too deep in here i gotta get out#don't wanna see that. i'll go feral over the idea of laios and marcille being arm-in-arm like king and queen but they would not fuck.#i want marcille to be his default comphet beard and dance partner/plus one at official royal events but they're not kissing.#she's there on his arm because he's scared of the other noble women tryna get him and being a baby about it#and people see them muttering to each other and laughing and generally being very sweet and think that they're dating but they're not.#she's actually covered in hickies from falin underneath her dress and is gonna get dragon dicked right after the party is over#like she's in her bedroom and falin's helping her take her ridiculous dress off while listening to her complain about politics#and falin is the person she goes home to the person she falls asleep to and wakes up with#they're a triad of utter devotion to each other but only farcille's side of the triangle is romantic#it's almost like an open secret because they're not trying to hide it at all but people assume and are surprised to find out#like people are so right about her relationship with the toudens but with the siblings' roles switched#love of her life & irreplaceable life companion. does anyone get it#anyway. i don't know what's wrong with me#it bothers me that they're not the undisputed most popular het ship for marcille on ao3#it's unnatural. marcille being paired with any other man should be a fringe case.
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bitches be like 'uhm, men aren't policed for their feelings' and then belittle them for their feelings and whine about men opening up to them
#you can just say you're overwhelmed. ok. that's valid. you don't need this bs.#keep the venting in the therapy because that vile shit really shouldn't be immortalized#male loneliness#not everyone is your ex#grass is always greener it isn't rosy here either#stop fighting#feminism#radical feminism#you are no better than the alleged misogynists you complain about#you too are repaying your bitterness into the world and refusing to take responsibility for the cruelty you utter#writing essays in the tags#also sort of a vent. lmao.#just because he wants sex doesn't mean he doesn't view you as a person or want genuine human connection#oh? you're ânot his therapistâ? well he's not yours either but you still expect him to listen and treat you like a human.#my god they've put a paywall behind human connection now too#you're right. women aren't responsible for men's problems#but you are
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question: have any of you personally seen a dietician (not looking for experiences with nutritionists, only dieticians), and did you find it helpful or useful, and if you did see a dietician and you ALSO have seen a GI doctor, how did the experience compare for you in terms of helpfulness + how much you felt listened to and helped?
#i'm trying to figure out which doctor appointments I want to bother making and spending money about for potentially no return on investment#and right now i'm trying to figure out if I'd get way more practical help from a dietician or if I need to suck it up and find a#not-elderly not-male not-dismissive GI doctor first and THEN see a dietician#although I cannot afford a bunch of tests#so like???#trying to figure out if a dietician would be more helpful overall with me not HAVING any GI diagnoses or eating disorders#and just really struggling with food in both sensory ways and unpredictable digestion ways that don't correlate with food allergies#god i sometimes wish i had food allergies so i could have some predictability#but yeah. i'm leaning towards dietician but figured i should crowdsource experiences#since I know a lot of you have health issues you've also been trying to manage for years and probably have good advice#if it helps i'm also in a major city now and have a decent-but-not-great health insurance plan so I'm good on those two fronts#to do#health#I know a dietician can't diagnose anything but I'd love help figuring out how to get maximum nutrition even when i can barely eat anything#or when my body decides to start getting sick from or (tw emetophobia) puking up fiber or fatty foods#which thankfully isn't often#now that I do cannabis daily in microdosing I have so much less pain and bloating and nausea#but when it hits it HITS#and the last time I tried going without cannabis for a couple days and then eating a fiber muffin I was sick six times in one morning#and didn't get my normal eating ability back until dinnertime#luckily that's not normal for me#but my issues bounce up and down so much#and I lose weight so fast whenever my appetite goes from 'barely ever there' to 'negatively nonexistent'#and I had like. two months last year where I think i reached my body's natural healthy set weight#and i needed so much food but it felt so good energy wise and temperature wise#and i'd like to STAY THERE FFS#and I feel like a dietician would be helpful for making meal options for good#*good and hard and nuclear alert level eating difficulty times#anyway. crowdsourcing. yay!
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just saw a fic tagged both as a #fix-it fic (for the noncanon gay pair) and as #widowed character (implying the character's beloved canonical wife died somehow). motherfucker, spousal death is NOT a fix-it! STOP fridging women just bc you find them inconvenient for their husbands' relationship statuses!! give me lavender marriages, infidelity, miscommunication, polycules, or any other form of complex dynamic but for the love of GOD stop killing them off for the combined benefit of avoiding unconventional and/or uncomfortable dynamics and also allowing you to focus on that sweet sweet man pain in your shitty fic. the next person to do this owes every wife on earth $500
#i'm a silm fan i understand the concept of schrĂśdinger's wife and as long as she isn't central to his character i am fine with writing her#out or ignoring an unnamed and/or entirely irrelevant cardboard cutout written by a male author who didn't care to flesh her out BUT idk if#she's unnamed or has screentime - if she literally haunts the narrative to the point that her picture is one of the last shots of the film#and the mc can't even bear to speak of missing her due to grief - SHE'S PRETTY IMPORTANT!!!#also wanna clarify i am not and will never be a wife but i feel like people who do this needs to pay whatever $500 times 2.6 billion is to#every affected woman. my calculations didn't include data on how many married women on earth married each other so wlw get a bonus i guess#len speaks#god. i really need to go get drunk and smoke one million cigarettes bc i'm so fucking agitated over a fic summary. hypomania makes me such#a mean cunt. in addition to me spending too much money being stupidly hypersexual and being unable to concentrate on literally everything i#really want to throw down. and even knowing that i'm STILL ANNOYED. but hey i've literally never left a mean comment on a bad fic so i'd#rather preemptively block and vent here. more like ramble here apparently god i need to take a shot#delete later
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Some people are like "wHaT's ThE pOiNt oF rEmAKiNg CaRriE" I, for one, think it's great that the remakes take out all the time De Palma spent hypersexualizing teenage characters & instead used that time to give the main character a personality beyond being a victim from start to finish
#I love 1976 Carrie but the male gaze is so omnipresent and there isn't much character development#I would've liked to see her personality and interests#like 2002 and 2013 Carrie were both interested in theology and reclaiming their relationship with God#Carrie by Stephen King#Carrie White#Carrie#Carrie 2013#Carrie 2002
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radfems, here's some all rounded perspective about prostitution, poverty, child trafficking (and how the rich are involved in all of it), organ harvesting and forced labor in India.
MASSIVE trigger warning, obviously. This woman is an activist who has rescued thousands of women from prostitution/fast fashion factories etc. and we've never heard of her.
in the end, it all comes down to male depravity and poverty. this was a horrifying and eye opening watch. there's english subtitles, even though they're not great.
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#feminism#radical feminism#anti prostitution#anti pornography#capitalism#activism#males have the AUDACITY to say we don't need feminism#the thing is if you're fortunate enough to be born into a relatively well off family in india you'll never even HEAR of these things#maybe on the news every now and then#the problem is so so interconnected and widespread but it's also so so underground#like a cesspool of poverty and horrific exploitation#to most indians these stories seem far fetched because the poor are incredibly isolated from society#in every way#doesn't help that literally every man in power is a corrupt rapist beast who deserves to have his intestines pulled out via his asshole#the villages/cities she mentions in this video are mostly in places that have been ravaged by civil-war-like conditions and a resulting#crippling poverty because of disgusting males in charge#the other cities she mentions are poverty central they're the kind of place nobody who isn't dirt poor would be caught dead in#i did mention the isolation from society didn't i ?#god it's so so fucked up#mine#Youtube
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