#hazel’s decrees

[heyzeil]

Okay, who worded this on the wiki /LH

THERE’S NOTHING WRONG WITH PITAYA THATS JUST HOW THEY TALK JDHKAGSJSHSK

[muiitoloko]

Cinderella

Summary: She came to witness the grandeur of Versailles but left with the Sun King’s undivided attention—a dangerous prize for a girl who never meant to be noticed.

Pairing: King Louis XIV × Fem! Reader

Warnings: none

Author's Notes: This isn’t canon at all; I just watched an anime scene and got inspired to write this 😅

Also read on Ao3

The Palace of Versailles loomed before you, its golden gates thrown open in a rare display of generosity—or, more likely, vanity. King Louis XIV had decreed that for the first time in years, the common folk were permitted entry to his grand ball, an unprecedented spectacle that had set the entire city abuzz. Some whispered that the Sun King merely wanted to flaunt his magnificence to those who could never hope to touch it. Others claimed it was a ploy to find a new queen, though it was baffling why he would look among the rabble when he had mistresses aplenty.

You, however, cared little for the king’s intentions. This was your one chance to see Versailles from within, to walk its mirrored halls, to breathe the air of those whose lives were spun from silk and gold. The palace had always been a distant wonder, admired from the fields where you and your brother toiled. But tonight, dressed in your finest—though still a poor imitation of true nobility—you would see it up close.

Your brother, standing beside you, adjusted the fraying cuffs of his borrowed coat, his expression a mix of wariness and reluctant excitement. “If we get thrown out, I’m blaming you,” he muttered under his breath.

You rolled your eyes. “Then don’t get caught staring at the food like a starving dog, and we might just pass for something other than beggars.”

He snorted but said nothing more as the two of you stepped through the towering entrance, swallowed whole by the sheer opulence of it all.

The Hall of Mirrors glittered like a dream, candlelight bouncing off its endless reflections, making it appear as though a thousand ghosts waltzed through its gilded expanse. The air was thick with perfume and intrigue, nobles eyeing the unexpected presence of peasants with barely veiled contempt. Though none dared openly sneer—the king had, after all, extended the invitation—there was no mistaking the lines drawn between silk and linen, lace and coarse wool.

You had never seen such extravagance—tables overflowing with delicacies you had only heard of in passing, strings of pearls glinting on the necks of women who seemed more like dolls than real flesh and blood, musicians playing a waltz so hauntingly beautiful that it made your chest ache. It was all too much, too magnificent, and for a moment, you simply stood there, drinking it all in.

Then, the room fell silent.

A shift in the air. A moment of stillness, as though the palace itself held its breath.

King Louis XIV had arrived.

He moved through the hall with measured grace, the embodiment of power and opulence, his black wig framing sharp features, his hazel eyes heavy with the weight of a kingdom. Without a word, he ascended the stairs to his throne and, in an almost lazy gesture, sat down. That was all it took—the ball resumed, conversations picking up in hushed tones, musicians finding their rhythm again, and couples sweeping back onto the dance floor as though nothing had happened.

You, however, could not look away.

Your gaze locked onto the Sun King, the man whose whims dictated the fate of France. He lounged upon his throne with the air of a man who had seen it all, who had nothing left to be impressed by. He watched the dancing figures before him with mild detachment, fingers resting against his knee, expression unreadable.

A nudge against your ribs startled you.

"Stop staring," your brother murmured, his tone both amused and exasperated.

Blinking, you turned to him, only to notice the women kneeling in perfect formation at the foot of the king’s elevated throne. They were beautiful, pristine in their silks and satins, their heads bowed slightly as they remained poised in eerie patience.

"What are they doing?" you whispered, frowning.

Your brother shrugged. "Noblewomen, I suppose. Perhaps they wait for an invitation to dance with the king."

The idea of it—women reduced to mere ornaments, kneeling in silent hope for a glance, a gesture—made something in you burn. It was foolish, wasn’t it? To expect anything different. This was the way of things. And yet, when your gaze drifted back to the king, when you saw the boredom in his eyes, the utter indifference with which he sat above it all, something inside you snapped.

Before you could think better of it, you grabbed the fabric of your dress, lifting the hem just enough to move freely, and marched forward.

You heard your brother’s breath hitch. "What are you doing?" he hissed, his voice barely above a whisper.

You ignored him.

The music, the dancing, the laughter—it all became background noise as you moved through the crowd, dodging twirling figures, brushing past the heavy perfumes and the lace-trimmed sleeves. You stopped at the foot of the stairs, between the bowing ladies.

And then, in a single bold motion, you extended your hand.

An invitation. No—a challenge.

The silence that followed was deafening.

All around, the ball came to a halt once more. The musicians faltered, the dancers froze, and a collective breath was held as every pair of eyes in the room turned toward you.

King Louis XIV regarded you with the slow, calculating gaze of a man unaccustomed to surprises. His hazel eyes flickered with something—curiosity, amusement, irritation? It was impossible to say.

For a terrible moment, you thought he might laugh, might cast you aside with nothing more than a smirk. But then, without a word, the king rose from his throne.

A murmur rippled through the crowd.

He descended the stairs, step by deliberate step, until he stood before you.

You had to fight not to flinch when he reached out, taking your outstretched hand in his own. His grip was firm, his skin warm, and before you could fully process what had just happened, he was leading you onto the dance floor.

The nobles moved aside as though the sea itself was parting.

The musicians scrambled to recover, launching into a waltz fit for royalty.

And there you were, in the arms of the king, your feet moving in perfect rhythm to the music, your body following his lead as if drawn by invisible strings.

The two of you danced in silence.

Despite the music swelling around you, despite the fact that the King of France held you in his grasp, you felt your confidence waver. It was one thing to challenge him, to throw yourself into the center of the Sun King’s world with reckless abandon, but it was another to stand in the middle of his court, crushed beneath the weight of a thousand whispered judgments.

You could hear them—murmurs behind delicate lace fans, the barely concealed sneers of noblemen whose powdered faces betrayed their disdain. A peasant, in the arms of their king. A girl in linen and borrowed silk, daring to stand where only those with titles and fortunes belonged.

Your face burned. Your pulse pounded in your ears. The sheer absurdity of what you had done crashed down on you like an avalanche, and your grip on the king's hand faltered. What were you thinking? What madness had possessed you to reach for something so unattainable?

You were just a girl from the fields. He was Louis XIV.

Your breath quickened, and your eyes darted around the glittering ballroom, searching for your brother, searching for an escape, anything to ground you. But then—

"Look at me."

The words were sharp, quiet, yet laced with undeniable command.

Your body stiffened.

His grip on your waist tightened, steadying you as he turned you in a slow, deliberate motion, drawing your gaze back to him. His hazel eyes burned with something you couldn’t place—something piercing, unyielding.

"Not at them. At me."

You swallowed, suddenly feeling like a rabbit caught in the jaws of a wolf. You had broken so many unspoken rules already, but this? To meet the king’s eyes, to hold his gaze—this was defiance. This was treasonous audacity.

And yet, you obeyed.

Your eyes lifted, locking onto his.

His face was unreadable, carved from stone, regal and imposing beneath the candlelight. The powdered curls of his black wig framed his angular features, a stark contrast to the graying hair hidden beneath. His baritone voice had left no room for disobedience, and something inside you bristled at that—the way he wielded power so effortlessly, so completely, as though the world bent to his will.

Because it did.

Who was he, really, behind the embroidered silks and golden halls? A pompous man with too much power. A king who wore his arrogance like a crown.

And yet, as you stared into those hazel eyes, as he led you through the waltz with perfect, calculated ease, you saw something else flicker behind them—something tired, something worn. The Sun King, basking in his own light, surrounded by beauty and decadence, but impossibly alone.

You didn’t know whether to pity him or despise him.

So you did neither.

You simply danced.

The whispers faded, the watching eyes blurred into nothing. The music carried you both, and for a moment, just a fleeting moment, it was as though there were only the two of you, moving through the golden halls of Versailles.

When the final notes of the waltz faded into the gilded air, applause rippled through the ballroom like a distant thunderclap. You stepped back, bowing respectfully, your fingers slipping from the king’s grasp as propriety dictated. Louis XIV did not bow in return—kings did not bow—but he inclined his head ever so slightly, a gesture that carried the weight of acknowledgment.

Yet his hazel eyes never left you.

Your dress, though the finest you owned, was a poor imitation of the elaborate silks that swirled around the room. It was the single thing that betrayed you, that made it clear to him—you were no noblewoman, no courtly lady maneuvering through the hierarchy of Versailles with polished ease. You were a bold peasant, a reckless girl who had dared to reach beyond her station, and yet… you had danced as though you belonged.

Louis reached for your hand once more, his fingers warm as they wrapped around yours, anchoring you in place. A slow smirk played at the corner of his lips, something unreadable glinting in his gaze as he tilted his head, studying you like one might study an anomaly.

"Your name," he demanded, his baritone voice cutting through the murmurs of the crowd.

You hesitated, your pulse hammering against your ribs. A foolish part of you wanted to refuse—to remind him that peasants owed kings nothing, least of all their names. But before you could decide whether to answer, a flutter of silken skirts interrupted, breaking the spell between you.

"Your Majesty," a woman’s voice chimed, honeyed and lilting. Another followed, then another. A small group of noblewomen, perfect in their powdered grace, had approached, their faces carefully arranged in expressions of expectation and adoration. Each one curtsied with delicate precision, their gazes flickering briefly to you before dismissing you altogether.

"Will you dance with us, Sire?" one of them asked, batting her lashes in a way that made your stomach turn.

Louis turned his head, his gaze shifting to them, and just like that, your hand slipped from his grasp.

He did not notice at first. He was the Sun King, after all, and the world revolved around him. Women bowed, men whispered, and the court ebbed and flowed to his whims like the tides obeying the moon. Why should he expect that anyone—especially a girl of no name, no title—would simply walk away?

But that was exactly what you did.

You turned, slipping through the crowd before he could realize his mistake, before he could demand that you stay. Your heart pounded as you navigated through the sea of nobility, ignoring the curious glances, the whispers that trailed in your wake. Your brother was nowhere in sight—perhaps he had already escaped, perhaps he was still lingering in the ballroom, watching in horror as you committed what was surely a dangerous act of defiance.

You did not wait to find out.

Your feet carried you faster now, urgency threading through your veins. The gilded halls blurred around you, the chandeliers above casting fractured reflections along the polished floors, but you did not stop. You did not stop until you reached the grand entrance, the towering doors that had once seemed impossibly distant.

Then, with a final push, you burst through them.

The cold night air hit you like a slap, stealing the breath from your lungs. You stumbled, your legs trembling, but you did not slow. Versailles, with all its gold and grandeur, loomed behind you like a dream you never should have stepped into.

A foolish, reckless dream.

You ran.

And inside the palace, Louis XIV lifted his gaze just in time to see the great doors swing open. Just in time to catch a fleeting glimpse of you, disappearing into the night like a phantom. His expression did not change, but something in him shifted—something sharp, something that burned just beneath the surface.

Like Cinderella, you had fled from the ball.

Except it was not yet midnight.

And you had left nothing behind. No glass slipper for him to chase.

Only the echo of your defiance.

And for the first time in a long, long while, the Sun King felt the sting of being denied.

[sunshine-and-socialanxiety]

The man, the myth, the legend

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[animesmolbean]

Guardian of Light

(Male)

Hello! Welcome to my rewritten story for Dune and Kingdom Hearts!

Some things have changed, and the story has more added detail that helps with the story.

Regarding updates, they will be slower because I really want to explore a bit of the story, especially for future chapters. But I'll try to update as soon as I can.

As shown up above, this is the male version of the chapter! The female version was published yesterday (Monday). The female and male verison will have some differences (if you read both of them) to show the different actions taken by the characters. This will mostly affect the intimacy part of the story and not really the actual plot.

One more thing, I was inspired to write this story after reading a fanfiction I read on Wattpad that is just phenomenal! My story follows the format of it (most of the time), but it's a completely different story!

I'll link the book here if you are interested in reading it!

With all of that out of the way,

Hope you enjoy the first chapter! ♥️

Dreams are messages from the deep.

“My planet, Arrakis, is so beautiful when the sun is low. Rolling over the sands… You can see spice in the air. At nightfall, the spice harvesters land.

The outsiders and their army of demons race against time to avoid the heat of the day. They ravaged our lands in front of our eyes. Their cruelty to my people is all I've known.

These outsiders, The Harkonnens, came long before I was born. But their demon army only came recently with them.

By controlling the spice production, they become obscenely rich. Richer than the Emperor himself.

Our warriors couldn't free Arrakis from the Harkonnens, or the demons that lurk in the shadows, but one day, by the imperial decree, they were gone.

Why did the Emperor choose this path? And who will our next oppressors be?”

〰️

Chapter 1: Accepting a Deal

〰️

Year 10191

CALADAN, Homeworld of House Atreides

“I've been having these weird thoughts lately. Like is any of this for real… or not?”

A (straight/curly/wavy) (hair color) boy slowly woke up. The soft glow from the light in his room, ridding him of any feeling of sleep.

He sat up, running his fingers through his hair. He looked around, seeing the familiar room he was given when he was a kid.

“It was… just a dream.” He whispered.

〰️

Meanwhile, a young boy was lying on a bed, shirtless, asleep, but tossed and turned a little as he dreamed. He was dreaming about something. Or rather, someone. His (Hair Color) hair gently blowing in the wind. He turned towards him, his beautiful sapphire blue eyes sparkling with happiness as he smiled widely.

His beautiful best friend since they were kids, the boy who is always the light of his life. (Your Name).

However, there was someone else with him. It was another girl that wore a different outfit compared to (Your Name). The boy didn't know who this was, for he could only see the side of her face. But he knew that he had dreamed of her before, too.

The boy's hazel green eyes opened, groaning softly, sitting up as the moving light came and shined against his shirtless form. He sat up in his bed, looking down.

‘What could that dream mean?’ He thought to himself.

〰️

The same young boy was now in a dining room, sitting at the table, deep in thought as he ate his breakfast.

An older woman who sat at the end of the table spoke up, breaking him out of his thoughts. “It's good you're up early. I just wish (Your Name) could be too.”

〰️

(Your Name) stood outside, in a loose gray long sleeve, baggy black Capri pants, and his boots were off, placed by a rock.

He dipped his feet into the large, cool body of water, walking until the water was halfway to his calves. He looked out towards the horizon, in deep thought.

〰️

“Your father wants you two in full dress before the Emperor's Herald arrives.”

The brunet boy raised his head up at this news, “Full dress? Military?”

“Ceremonial.” Jessica, the woman's name and his mother replied.

Paul let out a sigh. “Why would we have to go through all this when it's already been decided?” Paul asked.

“Ceremony.” Jessica simply replied.

The doors to the room suddenly opened, making the two at the dining table turn. Paul's lips lifted up into a smile at who was standing there. (Your Name).

“Ah…” (Your Name) chuckled awkwardly. “So sorry I'm late.” The boy walked over to the spot between Paul and Jessica.

“Nice to see you here (Your Name). And with shoes on this time.” Jessica lightly teased her son-like figure. She knew this boy since he was around five years old. She remembered the day the first time she brought him to Caladan.

〰️

Jessica was out late at night, having trouble sleeping. The sky was dark, stars twinkling, and the moon being the only thing providing light, making anything the light shone on glow a soft blue.

She walked along a beach that Caladan was known for when she saw what looked like a shooting star in the sky. But she saw it was falling towards the ground, not going across the sky like a shooting star normally would.

She watched the bright light and splash into a large body of water she was near. She walked closer to the water, her feet touching the soft sand. What she saw made her eyes widen.

What fell into the water was not a rock. But a child. He looked very young, like about five years old. He wore a white loose shirt with black shorts and no shoes.

Acting fast, she took off the cloak she was wearing and grabbed the wet, unconscious child and carried him back to the castle to be taken care of.

Jessica walked towards one of the spare rooms, requesting one of their servants to find clothes for the child. The female servant did what she was told while Jessica laid the child on the bed.

She got a closer look at the boy. He had (Hair Color) hair, (Skin Color) skin, all wet from landing in the water. She frowned and stroked the boy's wet hair.

This action caused the child to stir and mumble. Jessica watched the child slowly come to. When he opened his eyes, however, Jessica felt her heartbeat increase.

The boy's eyes were a deep blue. Like the color of sapphires or cobalt.

Jessica knew then that she needed to keep this boy safe.

〰️

(Your Name) chuckled shyly at Jessica's teasing, playing with the silver charm on his silver necklace; shaped like a small crown. He smiled back and then looked over to his best friend, who was already staring at her. Before he sat down, he greeted Paul with a gentle hug. The male smiled softly at his friend and hugged him back.

Once (Your Name) was seated and eating his breakfast, Jessica told him what she had just told Paul. The boy was confused as to why they were having a ceremony, but he gave Jessica a nod before he resumed eating. Jessica poured a glass of water for (Your Name) and slid the glass to him. The (Hair Color) haired boy thanked her quietly.

Jessica did the same for Paul, “Thank you.” The boy whispered. Jessica replied, “If you want it, make me give it to you. Use the Voice.”

(Your Name) guessed that Jessica wanted Paul to use the voice to bring him the water.

“Mom, I just woke up.” Paul protested in a gruffy, morning voice.

Jessica just stared at her son making Paul roll his eyes as he reluctantly agreed to try. He turned his body in the chair to use the voice, “Give me the water.”

It came out more like a soft, raspy whisper than what it was intended to be.

(Your Name) let out a muffled giggle at Paul's weak attempt. “The glass can't hear you. Say it to your mother.” He whispered.

Paul gave the boy a look before looking back at his mother. Seconds felt like minutes. The atmosphere shifted to stillness as (Your Name) watched Paul and Jessica stare at each other intensely, waiting for Paul to use the Voice again.

Moments later, his lips moved.

“Give me the water.”

The voice came out gruffier and a bit distorted. But it did its magic. Jessica took the glass and pushed it towards Paul a little. But as quickly she was under the spell, she quickly snapped out of it. She pushed the glass of water closer to Paul.

“Almost.”

“Almost?”

Paul's voice was back to its normal pitch.

“Bene Gesserit skills take years to learn, Paul.” Jessica told her son as he reached out and grabbed the glass.

(Your Name) nodded. Even though he wasn't being taught to use the Bene Gesserit, he understood its complexity and why it's important to master.

Jessica observed her son before speaking again. “You look tired. More dreams?”

(Your Name) raised an eyebrow in confusion. He looked at his friend with worry. ‘Has he been dreaming too?’ He thought to himself.

Paul shook his head, muttering, “No.” Then he went back to eating.

“What about you, (Your Name)? Have you been dreaming?” Jessica asked.

The boy looked down before muttering, “No.”

〰️

“Extreme temperatures and treacherous weather events make life outside the cities of Arrakis truly hostile.” A robotic voice came from a recording that laid on the ground and showed visuals of what they were talking about.

After breakfast, the two childhood best friends decided to spend some time studying before they had to head to the ceremony.

The recorded voice from the video played as Paul had a book in his hands about the Fremen, reading it as his back leaned against (Your Name)’s torso. The boy was in a kneeling position, his arms were wrapped around Paul's neck, forearms resting on top of his shoulders. His head was on top of Paul's, silently reading along with him, occasionally nuzzling his nose into the boy's curly hair. He was only half paying attention, focused on looking at the book, listening to the recording, and trying to be as close to Paul as possible.

“With sandworms powerful enough to cut through metal. Only the native tribes known as the Freman and one other special person, that hasn't been seen nor born for centuries known as the Haris Aldaw’ have adapted well enough to survive.”

(Your Name)’s attention was diverted when he heard that name. Haris Aldaw’. He moved his head off of Paul’s. He has heard that name before. From where, he wasn't too sure.

Paul turned his head to look at the (Hair Color) haired boy, his hazel green eyes showing worry. “(Your Name), are you okay?”

The (Hair Color) haired boy blinked before nodding. “Yeah. I'm alright. Don't worry.” He replied to the boy.

Paul let one of his hands go from holding the book, grabbing one of (Your Name)’s hands, giving it a gentle squeeze. (Your Name) welcomed the comforting pressure and did it back to him. But to his surprise, Paul pressed a kiss to the back of his hand. Then, Paul turned his friend's hand to show his inner wrist and placed a kiss on the spot, too.

The (Hair Color) haired boy felt a blush blossom onto his cheeks at the gesture. Now flustered, he looked away shyly.

Paul let his hand go and smirked to himself before he continued reading.

“Preferring to inhabit the remotest regions of Arrakis the Freman share the deep desert with the giant sandworms, known to the Fremen as Shai-Hulud. Long exposure to spice has given the tribe their characteristic blue eyes, the eyes of Ibad.”

‘I wonder if it's as blue as my eyes.’ (Your Name) thought to himself, his focus back on the book and the recording.

“Little else is known of the Freman except that they have some sort of power that controls the Earth and the Freman are dangerous and unreliable. On the other hand, much is known about the Haris Aldaw’. They are known to control elements and have other magical abilities such as being able to glide.”

(Your Name) bit her bottom lip. ‘My dream last night was about gliding… and falling.’ He thought to himself again.

“Freman Attacks make spice harvesting extremely hazardous. For the Freman spice is the sacred hallucinogen which preserves life and brings enormous health benefits. For the imperium the spice is used by the navigators of the spacing guild to find safe paths between the stars. Without spice, interstellar travel is impossible, making it by far the most valuable substance in the universe.” The voice recording concluded.

〰️

(Your Name) and Paul were now standing outside, dressed nicely for the ceremony, both dressed similarly.

The (Hair Color) haired boy turned his head to look at the bearded man in the center. Duke Leto Atreides. The man he saw as his father for many years now. He remembered when he first came to Caladan, he was confused as to how he got here and where he came from. Jessica had explained the situation, and the Duke didn't want to believe the tale, but when he saw how adamant she was, he believed her.

He took him in and cared for him like he was one of his own kids, raising him alongside Paul. Teaching him many things like reading and writing, alongside Lady Jessica. He couldn't be more graceful to the two for taking him in.

The Duke turned his head and saw the (Hair Color) haired boy looking at him. He gave the boy a subtle nod to him; a gesture he returned to him, a gentle smile on his face.

An enormous oval shaped ship landed on the ground. The ramp was placed down as the important people walked out from it. They were wearing their house clothes and walking respectfully towards them. (Your Name) wasn't exactly sure who they were but knew they were of utmost importance if they were coming to speak with the Atreides.

“Smile Gurney.” The Duke said, looking forward at the approaching visitors, his tone calm but with a touch of joking as he spoke to his trusted member.

“I am smiling.” Gurney replied monotonously, a blank expression on his always serious looking face.

(Your Name) bit his bottom lip to suppress a snicker from escaping his lips. Paul looked at him in mild amusement.

The Duke shook his head at Gurney’s deadpan response, “How much will it cost them traveling all this way for this formality?”

“Three Guild navigators and a total of 1,460,062 Solaris for this round trip.” Another trusted advisor answered beside the Duke. The Duke turned his attention back to the new visitors.

(Your Name) watched as a member of the group that arrived from the ship bow to the Duke, “By the grave of Shaddam IV of the House Corrino, ascendant to the Golden Lion Throne of Padishah Emperor of the Known Universe, I stand before you as Herald of the Change. We are witnessed by members of the Imperial Court, representatives of the Spacing Guild, and a sister of the Bene Gesserit. The Emperor has spoken.” He pulled out a scroll, unrolling it before he read, “House Atreides shall immediately take control of Arrakis and serve as its steward.” The member closed the scroll. Do you accept?

The Duke took a couple long strides, stopping at the top of the stairs, “We are House Atreides. There is no call we do not answer. There is no faith that we betray. The Emperor asks us to bring peace to Arrakis! House Atreides accepts!”

“Atreides! Atreides! Atreides!” The soldiers that stood everywhere, representing House Atreides, started chanting as the Duke made his way down the stairs to sign the paper.

Before he does, the Duke looks back at his son and (Your Name), seeing them both giving him a subtle nod in agreement, silently approving him. They watched him sign the paper using his signet ring.

As he did, (Your Name) felt a feeling in his stomach that he couldn't quite place. Like a feeling of unease. He wasn't sure why he felt it just now. ‘Probably from all the people staring at us.’ He thought to himself.

“So it is done?” Leto asked the Herald.

“It's done.” The Herald responded, face blank, not showing any emotion.

Once the deal was finalized, (Your Name) scooted closer to Paul, pressing his right arm against Paul's left one. The curly haired boy looked at the boy. He gave him a gentle smile, which he returned in kind.

He always liked Paul's smile. Paul thought the same thing about him.

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@skeletonixsstuff

[totally-percy-jackson]

Percy Jackson at your disposal

@wise-girltm - Annabeth Chase, MY GIRLFRIEND wise girl 💙💙💙💙💙💙

@goat-boi-underwood - Grover Underwood, my telepathic bro

@fire-boy-officialofficial - Leo Valdez, his a FIREBALL, my favorite third wheel, and my go to karaoke partner

@king-of-the-ghosts - Nico Di Angelo, ghost boi and master of gaslighting

@sunshine-and-socialanxiety Will Solace, dude shines brighter then my future

@miss-beauty-queen - Piper Mclean, siren of the Argo II and my girllll bro who knows what’s up

@jason-the-kabob - Jason Grace, did someone say bromance???

@gem-stone-queen - Hazel Levesque, sweetest bean on earth protect at all costs

@iguanaurwayoutofhandcuffs - Frank Zhang, half man half fury and protector of the sweetest bean

@rayna-dontcallmemerara - Reyna Ramirez-Arellano, definition of girl boss

@silenasblogies - Silena Beuregard, miss sunshine and rainbows but beware of her guard dog Clarisse

@offical-darkon-slayer - Clarisse La Rue, overly awesome at making you run, scream, and piss your pants

@i-can-see-stars-agian - Zoe Nightshade, the dam huntress

@not-so-dead-sister - Bianca Di Angelo, the bold, the brave, the great huntress

@fucking-alone-for-an-eternity - Calypso, the girl from that island

@kit-kit-flowers - Katie, my favorite flower girly

@bestdemigodarcherever - Kayla, the Katniss Everdeen of Apollo cabin

@yes-im-aphrodite - Aphrodite, gods get your nose out of my love life

@yes-im-hades - Hades, the man down stairs

@my-sister-and-the-moon - Artemis, she don’t need no man wait alexa play The Man by Taylor Swift

@amusing-little-things - Amphitrite Nereidia, my father’s wife and queen of the ocean 🌊

@by-the-decree-of-my-crown - Zeus, the mightiest ass hole him self stormy mcego🖕

[bestdemigodarcherever]

Sup World, I Am Here To Grace Your Lives With My Amazing Presence‼️‼️

Hey, It's Kayla Knowles, your favourite child of Apollo and the best demigod archer EVER!!!!

I am 15 and Canadian🇨🇦🇨🇦

A Greek Daughter of Apollo that isn't a year-rounder because my super amazing dad, Darren Knowles, is still alive and teaches archery!!

People will tell you I'm not Apollo's favourite. They're wrong😜😜

I'm bisexual and female-leaning 🩷💜💙

I'm also super cool and single, plus open to relationships!!

Now for cool people I know!!

@totally-percy-jackson Percy! Cool dude, saved the world twice, blue food enthusiast🌊🌊

@wise-girltm Annabeth! Extremely smart, aspiring architect, also helped save the world twice, dating Percy🧠🧠

@goat-boy-underwood Grover! Best satyr, loves eating cans, did what no other satyr could do and found Pan, god of the wild🌱🌱

@gemstonequeen Hazel! Kind, pretty, apparently died and came back to life, dating Frank💎💎

@fire-boy-official Leo McShizzle Valdez, Bad Boy Supreme! (there I said it Leo happy?) Flirt, coolest Hephaestus kid I know to be honest, fun, annoying🔥��

@thalias-amazing-brother Jason! Cool dude, helped my Dad become a better person, stickler for the rules, Superman🍃🍃

@iguanaurwayoutofhandcuffs Frank! Can transform into animals, Canadian (partially) so kinda like me(!), dating Hazel🐻🐻

@miss-beauty-queen / @tis-i-piper-mclean Piper! Made two blogs to mess with people, pretty, cool💞💞

@king-of-the-ghosts Nico! Honorary Apollo camper, Will's boyfriend, would choose to date Darth Vader(worst choice ever dude)💀💀

@sunshine-and-socialanxiety Will! Nico simp, my big brother, dork, head counselor, probably needs a pay raise🔆🔆

@not-so-dead-sister Bianca! Beautiful, super cool, Nico's big sister, honestly amazing🩻🩻

@jasons-amazing-sister Thalia! Was a pine tree(formerly), another super cool kid, girlboss🏹🏹

@reyna-dontcallmerara Reyna! Very cool, one of my favourite Romans, strict👑👑

@silenasblogies Silena! Pretty, kind, very fun💄💄

@official-drakon-slayer Clarisse! Honestly not exactly very friendly, pretty cool, fierce🗡️🗡️

@i-can-see-stars-again Zoë! Old-timey, cool, pretty⭐⭐

@best-country-singer Ms Naomi Solace! Will's mom, mother of the year, VERY cool🎤🎤

@arisdaughter Serene! My favourite sister, also cool, great archer🎯🎯

@kit-kat-flowers Katie! Also needs a pay raise, my favourite Demeter kid, the BEST🌱🌱

Gods!!

@ex-god-apollo My dad, god of the sun, Apollo! Though, he's currently stuck as Lester, a teenage mortal with acne☀️☀️

@yes-im-aphrodite Aphrodite! Extremely beautiful, goddess of love, mostly cool💖💖

@by-the-decree-of-my-bolt Zeus! Needs to keep it in his pants, worst parent ever, god of lighting⚡⚡

@my-sisters-and-the-moon Aunt Artemis! My favourite goddess, coolest aunt ever, goddess of the moon🌙🌙

@yes-im-hades Hades! Pretty good dad, my favourite Big 3 god, god of the dead, kinda deserves better☠️☠️

Back to me!

I am a girl of many talents! I'm an aspiring Olympic archer, a great musician and skilled at physical contests and games!

I can also heal people by singing to my dad in Ancient Greek, curse people to only speak in rhyming couplets and again, a really amazing archer!

DNI if racist, transphobic, homophobic, NSFW, aphobic, sexist!!

Tags!!

#shut up everyone i have arrived☀️☀️ (ic posts)

#blesses you with my presence and acknowledgement☀️☀️ (ask answers)

#(zah)rawr🗣️🗣️ (ooc)

hey!! tis i, @/sillylilpinkblob, the admin of this blog!! im a minor, and so is Kayla, so no inappropriate stuff, kay? great!!

dividers by @samspenandsword

[king-of-the-ghosts]

"With great power... comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later,"

Hello, my name is Nico di Angelo, my boyfriend convinced me to get this app.

Heres some info about me I guess.

Name: Nico di Angelo.

Age: Fifteen.

Godly parent: Hades, my father.

( @yes-im-hades ☠️)

Mortal parent: That is none of your business. (Maria di Angelo)

Significant other: Will Solace, my lovely boyfriend. (<3)

( @sunshine-and-socialanxiety 💛☀️)

Siblings: Hazel Levesque, Elizabeth Morta, Naomi, and... Bianca, my lovely sisters.

( @gemstonequeen 💎)

( @thathadeschild 💀)

( @random-daughter-of-hades 🕳)

( @not-so-dead-sister 🖤)

My 'bestie': Luna Dark

(@thementallyillapollochild 🌙)

Pronouns: He/him

Other:

@fire-boy-official Leo Valdez. 🔥

@wise-girltm Annabeth Chase. 🦉

@jason-the-kabob Jason Grace. ⚡️

@goat-boy-underwood Grover Underwood. 🌳

@i-can-see-stars-again Zoe Nightshade. ⭐️

@miss-beauty-queen Piper McLean. 🗡

@silenasblogies Silena Beauregard. 🩷

@yes-im-aphrodite Aphrodite. ❤️

@by-the-decree-of-my-crown Zeus. 🖕

@reyna-dontcallmerara Reyna Ramírez-Arellano. 👑

@my-sisters-and-the-moon Artemis. 🌑

@best-country-singer Naomi Solace. 🎤

@official-drakon-slayer Clarisse La Rue. ⚔️

@bestdemigodarcherever Kayla Knowles. 🌞

@kit-kat-flowers Katie Gardener. 🌱

@totally-percy-jackson Percy Jackson. 🏄‍♂️

@amusing-little-things Amphitrite Nereidia. 👸

@fucking-alone-for-an-eternity Calypso. 🐚

(Luna forced me to add the emojis)

That is all you need to know.

(thank you @zourrysecrets for the headers and @animatedglittergraphics-n-more for the divider)

Ooc

HELLO this blog is run by @/spacegirlisawalunareclipes, I also run @/thementallyunwellapollochild !!!

This is mostly for self indulgent reasons, I wanted a nico rp blog that would interact with Luna how I wanted the two to interact, so I made this

Also yes I headcannon nico types super properly and shit

SO HERES THE TAGS I WILL USE!!

ic tag: nico is speaking

ooc tag: nico is silent

(These dividers are from @k1ssyoursister)

[jason-the-kabob]

Hello!!

I was dead, but I got better dw.

Anyways, some info:

Name: Jason Grace

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: straight (?)

Age: 16

Birthday: July 1

Godly parent: Jupiter / Zeus

Mortal parent: Beryl Grace

Cabin: 1, zeus

Other people you know:

@fire-boy-official / Leo Valdez

@totally-percy-jackson / Percy Jackson

@wise-girltm / Annabeth Chase

@king-of-the-ghosts / Nico Di Angelo

@miss-beauty-queen / Piper McLean

@gemstonequeen / Hazel Levesque

@not-so-dead-sister / Bianca Di Angelo

@goat-boy-underwood / Grover Underwood

@i-can-see-stars-again / Zoe Nightshade

@silenasblogies / Silena Beauregard

@official-drakon-slayer / Clarisse La Rue

@yes-im-aphrodite / Aphrodite

@by-the-decree-of-my-crown / Zeus

@my-sisters-and-the-moon / Artemis

@amusing-little-things / Amphitrite Nereidia

@reyna-dontcallmerara / Reyna Ramirez Arellano

@best-country-singer / Naomi Solace

@bestdemigodarcherever / Kayla Knowles

@kit-kat-flowers / Katie Gardener

@fucking-alone-for-an-eternity / Calypso

@yes-im-hades / Hades

@sunshine-and-socialanxiety / Will Solace

Ooc:

Hi girls gays and theys, my name is cleo, and I run this thing. My main acc is @wretched-meadow

[venuscheered]

birdhouse -

what happens when marilyn finds a helpless baby bird? and why is it that belch huggins feels the need to step in?

*** a drabble i wrote today featuring marilyn fenix and belch huggins, slight hints at ocxcanon, but not overpowering. 1641 words.

Marilyn Fenix, she was never a crafty girl; when it came to her skill sets, it usually had something to do with athletics. She was a nimble little thing, flexible, and just about everything you’d expect a cheerleader to be. It’s what she knew, and it came effortlessly to her.

So when she slipped into woodworks, just about every student stared at her. Not even the instructor did much about it, watching idly as the blonde helped herself to some scrap wood, glue, and a few screws here and there. It was almost painful to watch- actually, it was painful to watch, especially for Belch Huggins. A brow raised as he watched the girl aimlessly hammer away at a screw like it’d been a nail. He’d almost felt embarrassed for her, if it wasn’t so damn grating.

About six screws in the cheerleader holds up her creation. All eyes on her, but not one set daring enough to look at it in any way less than positively; Marilyn was a nice girl, and simply put they didn’t have the heart to laugh at her - not to her face, anyway.

Belch however, wasn’t like everyone else. He was the kind of guy to tell it how it was, and sure, he wasn’t the brightest when it came to academics, not usually... But he was crafty as all hell - wood works, metals, anything he could do with his hands? The guy was a genius. So when his eyes set upon the final product he couldn’t stop the obnoxious laugh expelled from his gut.

“The fucks that supposed to be?”

It caught the attention of everyone, the hazel eyed cheerleader as well. He was met curiously by Marilyn, her lips parted as if she’d wanted to bolster ‘A bird house... duh!’ ditzy as some might peg her to be... Not even she could defend her carpentry skills. “A bird house..?” his question was met with one of her own.

“That ain’t even a box.” Belch was honestly impressed, strolling over as he’d snagged the makeshift (and glorified) box from her hands. “No bird is gonna live in here, and I ain’t even gonna mention how you used screws with a hammer.” The box is tilted around - mismatched wood grain, uneven edges, a waste of perfectly fine wood as far as he was concerned.

“Well, you kind of just did.” Marilyn could only retort under her breath, her frame shrinking down in defeat. She watched as the bully deconstructed what she’d spent a good twenty minutes on. A short gasp as he’d tossed it. “Hey..!”

Marilyn was promptly, and gently moved aside. Belch had something to prove, he always had something to prove. And while one might psychoanalyze that at a later date... It didn’t take a genius to realize he’d been building her a proper one. All she could do was idly wait and watch the master at work. In the time it took for Marilyn to build her birdhouse, Belch produced one of a much greater quality. They couldn’t even be compared in all honesty.

“It’s basic, but whatever. It’s a birdhouse.” Belch practically shoves the structure into her hands, before he thrust his hands into the depths of his pockets. Gauging her reaction. Marilyn’s lips pressed together, eyes curiously scanning what Belch had made - for a guy who was seen as so mercilessly destructive, he proved he had a calculating gentleness to create. Marilyn admired that, evident with eyes that sparkled even under the florescent lights of the workshop. “It’s perfect..” Marilyn decreed, her voice more of a hush as if she’d been talking to herself.

“course it is.” His confidence was met with thankful eyes from Marilyn, his gaze immediately darting away. Don’t look at me like that, damn it. “What’d you need it for anyways?” Belch wasn’t sure if he was asking because he actually cared, or if he needed to quickly recover from his lack of social skills when it came to girls.

Either way... Marilyn seemed more than happy that he’d asked. “Found somethin’ wanna see?” Her voice was hushed, as if whatever she found was top secret. Class had been over anyways, prior to this Belch ignored the bell for probably the first time in his life. His legs betraying him in following her down the hallway - and out the school.

While Marilyn hugged onto the birdhouse, she led him outside past the field. There was a lot of foliage and Marilyn knelt over and carefully pulled out a small cardboard box hidden within some bushes. The moment the box shifted, a piercing squeak came from inside. A little bird, small and sporting a few feathers, it was tinged a soft red. Had Marilyn known Stan Uris; he’d be able to tell her it was a Cardinal hatchling.

“I found him out here, I think last night’s storm separated him from his nest.” Marilyn replies, a finger gently nudging the bird, soft plumes nuzzled against her finger. “Isn’t he cute?”

Belch Huggins didn’t do cute, if a word in the English vocabulary could be any more foreign to him, it’d be cute. His head tilts, brow raised as he watched the pathetic little chick chirp away. It was smaller than a chicken wing, and anymore thought on the subject would have made him strangely hungry... So with a shake of his head he steps forward. “It’s ugly.” Belch noted that Marilyn didn’t seem to approve, evident by the downturn of her eyebrows and purse of her lips. He... didn’t like that expression on her all too much, it tugged on him for one reason or another - right then and there he vowed to keep his big mouth shut.

Leaning over he grabbed a hold of the birdhouse, perching it on the nearby tree - high enough that it’s parent could potentially find it, but low enough so that Marilyn (and even he...) could check up on it. Marilyn watches him curiously, her eyes soften before scooping the hatchling into her hands, and carefully poking it into the birdhouse. “It’s perfect!”

“course it is!”

Day by day Marilyn would check on that bird, it seemed as if it’s parent had come along. Seeing as the nestling had enough strength to continue to chirp about and poke it’s head out the small opening of the birdhouse. On occasion, Marilyn was surprised to have run into Belch there. He’d protest and claim he’d only come out here for a stray baseball... But neither of them bought it and Belch refused to come back at the same time as her again out of sheer embarrassment.

The next time was different, though. It was only out of curiosity that Belch found himself walking across the field, hell he didn’t care about that dumb bird one way or another. It’d fly away soon, and his excuse to come by would fly away with it. With hands stuffed into his pockets, he walks up to the same tree he’d come by every day to see - the same tree that he had to make excuses to ditch his friends for. And it wasn’t until he spotted the shape of Marilyn, hunched over and crying did he feel uneasy.

He takes his place, standing behind her as his eyes study her curiously, like he’d been a fly on the wall watching something he shouldn’t be. That’s when he’d set his eyes onto the small lifeless form of scattered little plumes and the chick which they came from. His stomach dropped, his hand involuntarily tilting his hat downward. Belch knelt down next to her - he wasn’t sure one way or another if Marilyn had even realized he was there but... She was crying.

Marilyn was crying.

Her hands for a final time scoop the small creature into her palms. It’s tiny body melding easily to fit. “Don’t do that to yourself.” He finally spoke out, his own voice evident at the discomfort of seeing her in such a state. Disappointment that he hadn’t been here even twenty minutes prior to catch the damn thing. “Hey-!“

He was greeted with puffy eyes, eyes that had always been so damn happy and bright. Belch was certain he’d never seen her cry before, and he was certain he’d never wanted to again. His gaze averted once more, uncomfortably fixing his hat (it was then and only then that he finally realized he did that whenever he was uncomfortable.) his head nodding in the direction of the tree which their bird fell from. With only his hands, Belch Huggins dug, he dug about six inches into the soil beneath the tree. Eyes expectantly staring Marilyn down when he finished, and the cheerleader shifted to gently place the chick into the Earth. “He wanted to fly.” her voice was raspier than he’d ever heard it before. “He wanted to do somethin - and he couldn’t.”

Belch’s gaze softened, studying Marilyn before he began to bury the bird with the soil he’d dug up. Neither teen said a word when he was done, opting to sit at their knees in front of the tree. A moment of solace. A sniffle left the blonde before she reached over and took a hold of his hands, larger than her own and littered in callouses; It took him by surprise, widened eyes as all he could do was sit and watch the strange girl next to him.

With a handkerchief Marilyn delicately wiped away at the mud coating his hands. She took her time with it too, as if it was a careful practice. Not once did hazel eyes flit up into his direction - no, she knew she’d end up crying again if she had. “For what it’s worth... The birdhouse was perfect.”

“...Of course it was.”

[heyzeil]

ECLAIR JUMPSCARE WHAT

that is literally just a rock, man…

[jb-nonsense]

Title: The Song Characters: Rook (Thorne), Solas, Lucanis Ship: None Word Count: 1262 Summary: Ogden Thorne has to contend with the fact he is a warden and the Blight is strengthening and what they all means for him. This is a brief character study piece for my Rook to nail down his tone for future writing.

Preview:

  He was back. Back within the walls he had left seventeen years prior. Back in the Ansburg Circle. He wasn’t sure why he was here, seeing after Leliana became divine, the Circles were annulled and Ansburg, having been a less prosperous one, hadn’t been able to fight back against the decree. That was until he looked at his reflection.

No more was it the worn face of a man who had been a warden for seventeen years, but that of a fresh-faced youth, just having finished his Harrowing. No facial hair on his features, hazel green gaze not so different, but less aware. Blond hair kept short so the templars couldn’t drag him by it when he was feeling especially obstinate. Still tall, but a bit more lanky from not having gone through training to be a warden.

A dream, then. But why?

[wise-girltm]

the names annabeth, piper said that this place would be cool so I’m checking it out. below is some info ig

age: 18 (as of chalice of the gods)

godly parent: Athena

mortal parent: Fredrick Chase (he can fuck himself for all i care)

relationship status: taken by a blue-food addicted guy (ily percy)

people ik:

Percy Jackson @totally-percy-jackson

Hazel Levesque @gemstonequeen

Nico di Angelo @king-of-the-ghosts

Reyna @reyna-dontcallmerara

Silena Beauregard @silenasblogies

Piper Mclean @miss-beauty-queen

Jason Grace @thalias-amazing-brother

Leo Valdez @fire-boy-official

Clarisse La Rue @official-drakon-slayer

Zeus @by-the-decree-of-my-bolt (🖕)

Aphrodite @yes-im-aphrodite

Hades @yes-im-hades

Grover Underwood @goat-boy-underwood

Naomi Solace @best-country-singer

Thalia @pinecone-face-thalia

Will Solace @sunshine-and-socialanxiety

Amphitrite @amusing-little-things

tags:

#annabethisspeaking - ic

#ooc

#loves - moots, whatever that means.

main is @shua-f4lmings

[original-art-stories]

The Magnus Archives Fic list lying on my computer>

The horror and everything else. Mostly Jon centric probably...

Anatomy of a Mask - A new archival assistant is hired. Her name is Mary Sue. Starts as a comedy and absolutely does not end that way.

Plus One - Jon attends a series of parties for which a plus one is mandatory.

Decree Nisi - Elias and Peter divorce (again), and the judge is tired of their bullshit.

Reflection - Jon is haunted by himself, and refuses to take any of his advice.

Rosemary and Thyme - fantasy AU featuring romance, quests, and fairy politics.

What Belongs to the Sea - Selkie AU, mind the tags on this one.

Bell, Book, and Candle - “By the Ride or Die Pact of 2009, Jonathan Sims can call upon Georgie Barker at any time for aid with no strings attached. Despite their rocky history, their childhood friendship, and Jon’s barely recovered alcoholism, this pact is sacred and must be upheld.”

Things Could Always Be Worse - Jon swaps place with an alternate-universe version of himself, who is heroic, chivalrous, and wears plaid. It’s terrible. Inspired by the parodic “straight TMA” blog.

👁‍🗨 👁‍🗨 👁‍🗨 👁‍🗨 👁‍🗨 👁‍🗨 👁‍🗨 👁‍🗨 👁‍🗨 👁‍🗨 👁‍🗨 👁‍🗨 👁‍🗨 👁‍🗨

Sex Repulsion and Asexuality Save the World (Though That's Not What Jon Claims): canon divergent from MAG 160, in which Jon is so sex repulsed that a changed word in the Hazel Rutter statement saved the world. Crack is treated seriously.

Refusing to Give Up Tomorrow: safehouse hurt/comfort ft. MAG 160 divergence

The Eyespot Chronicles: Trilogy of works. AU where instead of going Somewhere Else, Jon and Martin stay in the OG universe. However, Jon is a moth.

Déjà Vu: Time-travel fix-it where Sasha, Tim, Jon, and Martin all wake up on the day of the day of season 1, episode 1, with memories spanning from that day to the moment they died.

terror management theory: AU where Mr. Spider kills Jon, and now Jon can't permanently die. Despite this, the fic is rather light-hearted (or at least crack)

Other Kingdoms: A season 3 fix-it, in which Martin uses a Leitner to wake Jon up. Do note that there are references to sex happening (Jon's demisexual in this), but it's rated T so nothing is shown.

When No One Looks: Dark Avatar!Jon AU set during the latter half of season 1

Chamomile: In which post season 4, the NotTea becomes a pet.

If The Archivist Had Been Meant to Fly...: Wingfic in which Jon saves Martin from Simon Fairchild

Molt: This is my favorite take on Web!Martin. This is also a darkfic, to the point that the author was made so sad by chapter 1 that they wrote chapter 2 as a fix-it to chapter 1. Also, as a warning that I would've appreciated but isn't in the tags or summary: there's a scene alluding to corrective rape, but this doesn't actually happen.

Drawn Out of the Unknown: Canon divergent s3 fic, official summary is "While investigating a possible location for the Circus's base, Martin and Tim find something unexpected.

The fic series that contributed to me listening to TMA was this Good Omens crossover by Bibliocratic. Really enjoyed it and finally between this fic and seeing TMA all over my tumblr dashboard (plus having a project to work on with my hands) I finally listened, so I'm thankful for that.

The other series I really love is>

The Magnus Institute vs the 21st Century: a series of emails and IMs which is just utterly hilarious. It's the Magnus Institute going through GDPR compliance processes and it's just fabulous.

And then one I'm still sort of following even though I don't read much TMA fic right now is

 dustsceawung by callmearcturus. It's a Moth!Jon fic with Martin as someone who moved to a town in a different fairy court (in a fae AU). Not complete and hasn't updated in a while but I really like the tone.

The world is too much with us is one of the many many many time-travel fix-it fics (I think that's a genre all it's own in the TMA fanfic community at this point). Spoiler to be on the safe side, it follows Jon after he's dropped back in 2014 by the Spiral, and relives what amounts to the next four seasons of TMA, using the experiences he had the first time 'round to try and avoid the apocalypse--and keep everyone alive in the process. Oh, and he's got the added bonus of already being an Avatar of the Eye. Very much angsty with a happy ending. This one's completed, so feel free to binge.

Martin x Jon 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41149674As everything ends, as the tower crumbles around them, Jon and Martin hold each other in a firm embrace. What they see of the world shatters, and Jon breaks with it. He awakened, alone, confused, and something was terribly wrong with him.

Tim drags Jon to a party in celebration of his promotion with one goal in mind: getting  Jon drunk off his arse.

Martin is moving to a different position within the Institute and celebrates as well.

through the clouds like a moonbeam: Jon gets wings during the apocalypse. Martin likes them; Jon doesn't.

I’ll bear the waiting now: AU where Jon is the new head archivist with two assistants, but there's a disembodied voice that only Jon can hear. Do note that there is something that looks a lot like suicide but there's a happy ending. (Alternate summary that spoils the fic: Martin is a "ghost" and also Jon's "late" boyfriend. )

true kinda love: Season 3 Co-Archivist!Jonmartin

hiding: Season 3 jonmartin kissing to hide from the Circus

The Garden of forking Paths - Jon and Martin search for each other through universes.

“What about him then?” Georgie asks.

“Who?”

“Him,” she says again like it is obvious who she means, holding up the sketchbook revealing a spread that has several loose sketches of Martin. It surprises Jon it took Georgie so long to find Martin in the book considering he had at least one-third of its entirety dedicated to him.

To graduate from art school, Jon needs to paint a nude portrait, but none of his friends are too keen on modeling for him. As a last resort, he asks a handsome barista.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46426702When Martin needs a fake boyfriend to bring to his family reunion, Jonathan Sims is the last person he would have expected to volunteer.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51906919Tomorrow, Martin begins his new job as a lighthouse keeper. He knows (hopes) he'll enjoy it. What he doesn't know (yet) is that a very, very curious selkie lives near and is intrigued enough by him to come visit.

https://archive.transformativeworks.org/works/30210444/chapters/81277828 The last fic I read (time travel)

This list has become a behemoth, comprising various lists created by others. I've saved it, but now I need to free up space. This is the process I'm undertaking for every list I've saved.

[kahlanmars]

BAD FEELING

HELLO! The lack of Haymitch content makes me wanna cry so I decided to step in. English is not my first language so please have mercy ✌️

Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

MASTERLIST

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1. Bad feeling

Life in District 12 is nowhere to be great, but there are few aspects that make life easier. You can grow plants in the garden, if you have it. People are nice, mostly they threat you with kindness, even Peacekeepers. You are always nice to everyone, and nobody has been a problem. Your adoptive mother, Holly, taught you to stay out of problems and riots and focus to become a great part of the community instead. You are so grateful towards her that you would do anything to make her happy, not to mention it isn’t hard to act kind.

You are quite happy with your life. A part from the fact that you are always hungry - quite a habit, but at the age of twenty four you are strong and ready to work a lot. 

You are a great babysitter for the children of the district, when the mothers have to work after the pregnancy you step in line and take care of their babies. You clean the houses of the Major, of the Peacekeepers and the Victors - which is one, by the way, but always pay in time. You want to become a teacher, but you have to wait a year or so to try the test again. You failed. Yes, big time, big tears, but you got back to work and have faith for the future. 

At the age of 24 you look nice, you think. Raven hair, hazel eyes, not really tall, you are content with your physical aspect. You aren't married, though. You never had any suitors, your family being miners and you being… busy. You are gentle, but never open. To boyfriends, to new possibilities. 

Oh, and you are utterly in love with the kinda-old-man you are working for. But that is just a little detail.

Life in the District is a routine, and you like it.

Yes, you are happy. The kind of happiness who leads you to sing while you are cleaning, at least until your surly boss yells at you to stop.

You were happy. Until you watched the television.

After the 74th edition of the Hunger Games everything changed in the district and, I think, in the Capitol too. For the first time in ages a girl and a boy from our home won, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark. And for the first time ever, two kids. They managed to stay alive declaring their love for each other. You were really happy at first, because you have known Katniss and Peeta since they were kids. And for the food they provided with the victory too, you have to be honest. After several months, though, you can sense something is wrong. Everybody, including your boss, is nervous. Well, more nervous and skittish - and drunk -  than usual. Katniss and Peeta are always around Haymitch’s house, never together - which is weird since they are supposed to be a couple - and they talk with a low voice, usually in the garden where the geese are. You stay out of the way, not wanting any of that business. You are here to clean the mess, tidy up the rowdyness he calls home and settle a way of living that’s tolerable. One time you opened the door and Capitol men were there, looking for Haymitch (who was in bed, drunk as hell). They were terrifying, and you practically hide until they were gone. 

It happens in a brief moment. You are cleaning Haymitch’s house, the biggest house you’ve ever seen, and the television is on. It’s almost mandatory to watch the television during programs like these, because Snow wants every citizen to know the news. You expect to see the same statement, like every year. “And so it was decreed that, each year, the various districts of Panem would offer up, in tribute, one young man and woman to fight to the death in a pageant of honour, courage and sacrifice.”

Not this time, tho. President Snow, seated in his white luxurious chair with his devious blue eyes and white hair, pronounces these words: “This edition of the Hunger Games is the 75th Quarter Quell, a glorified year. For the 75th Hunger Games it is therefore decreed that this year the various districts of Panem will offer up, in tribute, a man and a woman from the age of eighteen to the age of thirty to fight to the death in a pageant of honour, courage and sacrifice, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol.” 

From 18 to 30. And you are twenty-four. 

You can barely register what you’ve seen that you feel your legs abandoning you, and you faint.

You wake up in someone's arms, confused and horrified.

«Let's get you on the couch, sweetheart.»

Haymitch. You are surprised he is sober enough to acknowledge you are there, even if not enough to catch you before the fall.

You feel so stupid. You fainted. But then again, you were sure you escaped the torture of the Hunger Games the minute you turned nineteen.

He trembles to the couch and you are so grateful for him.

Haymitch Abernathy. The man who pays you to keep his house - his life - in order and clean. The old grumpy man who sometimes makes you laugh, but most of the times shut his door because he’s too drunk to be seen by anyone, let alone a young girl. He’s never violent towards you, but you can see he is very scared of the possibility. 

Six months before you were struggling with your job, wanting something more to feed your family. You were just have been rejected from the teacher test, and very sadly began to ask anyone for work. After two or three men who mentioned in hilarious tones the kind of jobs you definitely didn't want, Haymitch stepped up and just looked at you.

«How do you feel about geese?» Was the only, very odd question.

«They are fine.» You lied. You hated geese, they were filthy animals who liked to bite. But you needed a job that didn't require a lack of clothes.

And it was Haymitch, everybody knew him from the district and even if he wasn’t so beloved he was respected. A victor at fifteen, now forty one, despite his drinking problem made him look older, dark circles under his grey eyes and a weird long haircut for his dirty blonde hair. Still pretty handsome in a rough way, in a very rough way, in a “I need a shower for days and maybe a new shirt” way. 

«Here's the deal: you clean my home, I'll give you money. You stay out of my way, and never wake me when I'm drunk. Understood?And I say that for you. Deal?»

«Yes sir.»

«Deal.»

Six months later you are on his couch, as pale as a ghost.

«Your geese.» you mumble. It doesn't really make sense, but the first thought is that if you are on Capitol and Haymitch is your mentor nobody will feed the birds from hell, as you lovingly call them.

«My what? I'm the one who's drunk, right?» He seems worried, in spite of his inebriation.

«Right.» You agree. You have to adjust a little. Not to mention, he is the one who can give you money, and it’s for the best if you don’t act like you lost your mind. «I was just thinking… I better go. I’ll come back later for the bottles.»

«Darling.» He stops me, just for a brief moment, without smiling. «They won’t pick you.»

You smile right back at him, but you can’t help to have a bad feeling about that.

The day of the reaping you are standing over your bad, unable to put your dress on. You clearly remember the fear of the Games, of the names, of the voice of frickin’ Effie Trinket. You were never paralysed, tho, not like this. Maybe because you were younger and reckless, maybe because something in your head always told you the name wasn’t gonna be you.

Daisy Pinecone. It wasn’t even your real name, Holly just picked it when you were little because it reminded her of a fairytale, and adoptive parents can decide their children’s names. 

“You sound stupid, Daisy. There are a lot of young people in the district, it’s not gonna be you”. You immediately feel guilty about the thought, because even if it’s not you, it’s going to be your friend, colleague or school mate. 

These games are so fucked up. You could never say that out loud, but this is the reality everybody thinks. If only someone could gather them together, maybe… the districts are more than the Capitol City. They provide food, minerals, Panem would starve in a week. 

You shake your head, it’s nonsense. They already tried, and this is the whole point of the Hunger Games, a punishment. But it’s not unfair. 

Holly helps you with the hair, making a simple braid with daisies in it, that you think it’s nearly too in brand for someone who won’t be picked, but you can’t bet against the odds, and in the worst possibility it’s great for publicity. 

Holly is a wreck, but it’s always sad at this time of the year. She’s the midwife of District 12, she knows every child in this place, and every year she watches someone she loves who’s going to get murdered. Something like this led Haymitch to perpetual drunkenness. 

You wish you could say a word to comfort her, but nothing comes out from your mouth. You can’t make promises. You have to thank her for everything, she literally saw you being born and then, when your mother died, she decided to adopt you. 

She pats your shoulder, and you give her a brief smile. 

The street to the place is full of people with nice dresses and a scared expression of their faces. You take your seat, as you realise you have weird thoughts, like that you are grateful because you don’t have a dog that could miss you, or worse, a child. 

Effie Trinket is approaching in a bright pink dress, pink skin and a violet wig, and you almost feel bad for the names you called her during the previous nights. You begin to like Effie, she always smiles at you when she visits Haymitch, unlike the other people from Capitol. And right now you could swear that she’s shaking despite the smile she puts on her face. You saw her with Katniss and Peeta, the way she pats their head and caresses their cheek it’s not faking, she actually cares about them. She may be a brainwashed Capitol starlet, but she is a kind hearted one.

Haymitch arrives, drunker than usual - every year is worse, but this year it’s different, after the awards at Capitol everybody thought he would’ve act presentable - and so Katniss and Peeta. 

Your heart skips a beat. “Your name is there only once”, you keep repeating to yourself.

Effie stays five minutes with her hand in the bowl, reluctant to pick a string of paper. After what it feels to be an eternity, she says a name.

No - not a name. 

Your name.

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Guardian of Light

(Female)

Hello! Welcome to my rewritten story for Dune and Kingdom Hearts!

Some things have changed, and the story has more added detail that helps with the story.

Regarding updates, they will be slower because I really want to explore a bit of the story, especially for future chapters. But I'll try to update as soon as I can.

As shown up above, this is the female version of the chapter! The male version will be published tomorrow (Tuesday). The female and male verison will have some differences (if you read both of them) to show the different actions taken by the characters. This will mostly affect the intimacy part of the story and not really the actual plot.

One more thing, I was inspired to write this story after reading a fanfiction I read on Wattpad that is just phenomenal! My story follows the format of it (most of the time), but it's a completely different story!

I'll link the book here if you are interested in reading it!

With all of that out of the way,

Hope you enjoy the first chapter! ♥️

Dreams are messages from the deep.

“My planet, Arrakis, is so beautiful when the sun is low.  Rolling over the sands… You can see spice in the air.  At nightfall, the spice harvesters land.  

The outsiders and their army of demons race against time to avoid the heat of the day.  They ravaged our lands in front of our eyes.  Their cruelty to my people is all I've known. 

These outsiders, The Harkonnens, came long before I was born.  But their demon army only came recently with them.  

By controlling the spice production, they become obscenely rich.  Richer than the Emperor himself.  

Our warriors couldn't free Arrakis from the Harkonnens or the demons that lurk in the shadows, but one day, by the imperial decree, they were gone.  

Why did the Emperor choose this path?  And who will our next oppressors be?”

〰️

Chapter 1: Accepting a Deal

〰️

Year 10191

CALADAN, Homeworld of House Atreides

“I've been having these weird thoughts lately.  Like is any of this for real… or not?” 

A (straight/curly/wavy) (hair color) girl slowly woke up.  The soft glow from her light of her room, ridding her of any feeling of sleep.  

She sat up, running her fingers through her hair.  She looked around, seeing the familiar room she was given when she was a kid.  

“It was… just a dream.” She whispered. 

〰️ 

Meanwhile, a young boy was lying on a bed, shirtless, asleep, but tossed and turned a little as he dreamed.  He was dreaming about something.  Or rather, someone.  Her (Hair Color) hair gently blowing in the wind.  She turned towards him, her beautiful sapphire blue eyes sparkling with happiness as she smiled widely.

His beautiful best friend since they were kids, the girl who is always the light of his life.  (Your Name).

However, there was someone else with her.  It was another girl that wore a different outfit compared to (Your Name).  The boy didn't know who this was, for he could only see the side of her face.  But he knew that he had dreamed of her before too.

The boy's hazel green eyes opened, groaning softly, sitting up as the moving light came and shined against his shirtless form.  He sat up in his bed, looking down.

‘What could that dream mean?’ He thought to himself.

〰️

The same young boy was now in a dining room, sitting at the table, deep in thought as he ate his breakfast. 

An older woman who sat at the end of the table spoke up, breaking him out of his thoughts.  “It's good you're up early.  I just wish (Your Name) could be too.” 

〰️

(Your Name) stood outside, in a loose gray long sleeve, baggy black Capri pants and her boots were off, placed by a rock.  

She dipped her feet into the large, cool body of water, walking until the water was halfway to her calves.  She looked out towards the horizon, in deep thought.

〰️

“Your father wants you two in full dress before the Emperor's Herald arrives.” 

The brunet boy raised his head up at this news, “Full dress?  Military?” 

“Ceremonial.” Jessica, the woman's name and his mother replied.

Paul let out a sigh.  “Why would we have to go through all this when it's already been decided?” Paul asked.  

“Ceremony.” Jessica simply replied.

The doors to the room suddenly opened, making the two at the dining table turn.  Paul's lips lifted up into a smile at who was standing there.  (Your Name).  

“Ah…” (Your Name) chuckled awkwardly.  “So sorry I'm late.” The girl walked over to the spot between Paul and Jessica.  

“Nice to see you here (Your Name).  And with shoes on this time.” Jessica lightly teased her daughter-like figure.  She knew this girl since she was around five years old.  She remembered the day the first time she brought her to Caladan. 

〰️

Jessica was out late at night, having trouble sleeping.  The sky was dark, stars twinkling and the moon being the only thing providing light, making anything the light shone on glow a soft blue.  

She walked along a beach that Caladan was known for, when saw what looked like a shooting star in the sky.  But she saw it was falling towards the ground, not going across the sky like a shooting star normally would.  

She watched the bright light and splash into a large body of water she was near.  She walked closer to the water, her feet touching the soft sand.  What she saw made her eyes widened.

What fell into the water was not a rock.  But a child.  She looked very young, like about five years old.  She wore a white loose shirt with black shorts and no shoes.

Acting fast, she took off the cloak she was wearing and grabbed the wet, unconscious child and carried her back to the castle to be taken care of.

Jessica walked towards one of the spare rooms, requesting one of their servants to find clothes for the child.  The female servant did what she was told while Jessica laid the child on the bed.  

She got a closer look at the girl.  She had (Hair Color) hair, (Skin Color) skin, all wet from landing in the water.  She frowned and stroked the girl's wet hair.  

This action caused the child to stir and mumble.  Jessica watched the childhood slowly come to.  When she opened her eyes however, Jessica felt her heart beat increase.

The girl's eyes were a deep blue.  Like the color of sapphires or cobalt.

Jessica knew then, she needed to keep this girl safe.

〰️

(Your Name) chuckled shyly at Jessica's teasing, playing with the silver charm on her silver necklace; shaped like a small crown.  She smiled back then looked over to her best friend who was already staring at her.  Before she sat down, she greeted Paul with a kiss on his temple.  The male smiled softly at her.

Once (Your Name) was seated and eating her breakfast, Jessica told her what she had just told Paul.  The girl was confused as to why they were having a ceremony but she gave Jessica a nod before she resumed eating.  Jessica poured a glass of water for (Your Name) and slid the glass to her.  The (Hair Color) haired girl thanked her quietly.

Jessica did the same for Paul, “Thank you.” The boy whispered.  Jessica replied, “If you want it, make me give it to you.  Use the Voice.” 

(Your Name) guessed that Jessica wanted Paul to use the voice to bring him the water. 

“Mom, I just woke up.” Paul protested in a gruffy, morning voice.

Jessica just stared at her son making Paul roll his eyes as he reluctantly agreed to try. He turned his body in the chair to use the voice, “Give me the water.” 

It came out more like a soft, raspy whisper than what it was intended to be.

(Your Name) let out a muffled giggle at Paul's weak attempt.  “The glass can't hear you.  Say it to your mother.” She whispered.

Paul gave the girl a look before looking back at his mother.  Seconds felt like minutes.  The atmosphere shifted to stillness as (Your Name) watched Paul and Jessica stare at each other intensely, waiting for Paul to use the Voice again.  

Moments later, his lips moved.

“Give me the water.” 

The voice came out gruffier and a bit distorted.  But it did its magic.  Jessica took the glass and pushed it towards Paul a little.  But as quickly she was under the spell, she quickly snapped out of it.  She pushed the glass of water closer to Paul.

“Almost.” 

“Almost?”

Paul's voice was back to its normal pitch.

“Bene Gesserit skills take years to learn, Paul.” Jessica told her son as he reached out and grabbed the glass.

(Your Name) nodded.  Even though she wasn't being taught to use the Bene Gesserit, she understood its complexity and why it's important to master.

Jessica observed her son before speaking again.  “You look tired.  More dreams?” 

(Your Name) raised an eyebrow in confusion.  She looked at her friend with worry.  ‘Has he been dreaming too?’ She thought to herself. 

Paul shook his head muttering, “No.” Then he went back to eating.

“What about you, (Your Name)?  Have you been dreaming?” Jessica asked.  

The girl looked down before muttering, “No.” 

〰️

“Extreme temperatures and treacherous weather events make life outside the cities of Arrakis truly hostile.” A robotic voice came from a recording that laid on the ground and showed visuals of what they were talking about.

After breakfast, the two childhood best friends decided to spend some time studying before they had to head to the ceremony.

The recorded voice from the video played as Paul had a book in his hands about the Fremen, reading it as his back leaned against (Your Name)’s torso.  The girl was in a kneeling position, her arms were wrapped around his neck, forearms resting on top of his shoulders.  Her head was on top of Paul's, silently reading along with him, occasionally nuzzling her nose into the boy's curly hair.  She was only half paying attention, focused on looking at the book, listening to the recording and trying to be as close to Paul as possible.

“With sandworms powerful enough to cut through metal.  Only the native tribes known as the Freman and one other special person, that hasn't been seen nor born for centuries known as the Haris Aldaw’ have adapted well enough to survive.” 

(Your Name)’s attention was diverted when she heard that name.  Haris Aldaw’.  She moved her head off of Paul’s.  She has heard that name before.  From where, she wasn't too sure.  

Paul turned his head to look at the (Hair Color) haired girl, his hazel green eyes showing worry.  “(Your Name), are you okay?” 

The (Hair Color) haired girl blinked before nodding.  “Yeah.  I'm alright.  Don't worry.” She replied to the boy.  

Paul let one of his hands go from holding the book, grabbing one of (Your Name)’s hands, giving it a gentle squeeze.  (Your Name) welcomed the comforting pressure and did it back to him.  But to her surprise, Paul pressed a kiss to the back of her hand.  

The (Hair Color) haired girl felt a blush blossom onto her cheeks at the gesture.  Now flustered, she looked away shyly.  

Paul let her hand go and smirked to himself before he continued reading.

“Preferring to inhabit the remotest regions of Arrakis the Freman share the deep desert with the giant sandworms, known to the Fremen as Shai-Hulud.  Long exposure to spice has given the tribe their characteristic blue eyes, the eyes of Ibad.”

‘I wonder if it's as blue as my eyes.’ (Your Name) thought to herself, her focus back on the book and the recording.

“Little else is known of the Freman except that they have some sort of power that controls the Earth and the Freman are dangerous and unreliable.  On the other hand, much is known about the Haris Aldaw’.  They are known to control elements and have other magical abilities such as being able to glide.” 

(Your Name) bit her bottom lip.  ‘My dream last night was about gliding… and falling.’ She thought to herself again.

“Freman Attacks make spice harvesting extremely hazardous.  For the Freman spice is the sacred hallucinogen which preserves life and brings enormous health benefits.  For the imperium the spice is used by the navigators of the spacing guild to find safe paths between the stars.  Without spice, interstellar travel is impossible, making it by far the most valuable substance in the universe.” The voice recording concluded.

〰️

(Your Name) and Paul were now standing outside, dressed nicely for the ceremony, both dressed similarly; since (Your Name) prefers men’s clothes for mobility.  There were rare occasions where she dressed like Lady Jessica but only for very special occasions.  The two of them stood close to each other as they waited. 

The (Hair Color) haired girl turned her head to look at the bearded man in the center.  Duke Leto Atreides.  The man she saw as her father for many years now.  She remembered when she first came to Caladan, he was confused as to how she got here and where she came from.  Jessica had explained the situation and the Duke didn't want to believe the tale but when he saw how adamant she was, he believed her.  

He took her in and cared for her like she was one of his own kids, raising her alongside Paul.  Teaching her many things like reading and writing, alongside Lady Jessica.  She couldn't be more graceful to the two for taking her in.  

The Duke turned his head and saw the (Hair Color) haired girl looking at him.  He gave the girl a subtle nod to her; a gesture she returned to him, a gentle smile on her face.

An enormous oval shaped ship landed on the ground.  The ramp was placed down as the important people walked out from it.  They were wearing their house clothes and walking respectfully towards them.  (Your Name) wasn't exactly sure who they were but knew they were of utmost importance if they were coming to speak with the Atreides.  

“Smile Gurney.” The Duke said, looking forward at the approaching visitors, his tone calm but with a touch of joking as he spoke to his trusted member. 

“I am smiling.” Gurney replied monotonously, a blank expression on his always serious looking face.  

(Your Name) bit her bottom lip to suppress a snicker from escaping her lips.  Paul looked at her in mild amusement. 

The Duke shook his head at Gurney’s deadpan response, “How much will it cost them traveling all this way for this formality?” 

“Three Guild navigators and a total of 1,460,062 Solaris for this round trip.” Another trusted advisor answered beside the Duke. The Duke turned his attention back to the new visitors.

(Your Name) watched as a member of the group that arrived from the ship bow to the Duke, “By the grave of Shaddam IV of the House Corrino, ascendant to the Golden Lion Throne of Padishah Emperor of the Known Universe, I stand before you as Herald of the Change.  We are witnessed by members of the Imperial Court, representatives of the Spacing Guild, and a sister of the Bene Gesserit.  The Emperor has spoken.”  He pulled out a scroll, unrolling it before he read, “House Atreides shall immediately take control of Arrakis and serve as its steward.” The member closed the scroll.  Do you accept?

The Duke took a couple long strides, stopping at the top of the stairs, “We are House Atreides.  There is no call we do not answer.  There is no faith that we betray.  The Emperor asks us to bring peace to Arrakis!  House Atreides accepts!” 

“Atreides!  Atreides!  Atreides!” The soldiers that stood everywhere, representing House Atreides, started chanting as the Duke made his way down the stairs to sign the paper.  

Before he does, the Duke looks back at his son and (Your Name), seeing them both giving him a subtle nod in agreement, silently approving him. They watched him sign the paper using his signet ring.  

As he did, (Your Name) felt a feeling in her stomach that she couldn't quite place.  Like a feeling of unease.  She wasn't sure why she felt it just now.  ‘Probably from all the people staring at us.’ She thought to herself.

“So it is done?” Leto asked the Herald.

“It's done.” The Herald responded, face blank, not showing any emotion.

Once the deal was finalized, (Your Name) scooted closer to Paul, pressing her right arm against his left one.  The curly haired boy looked at the girl.  He gave her a gentle smile which she returned in kind.  

She always liked Paul's smile.  Paul thought the same thing about her.  

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