#helios' writing

[stellarstarcelios]

Helios' Imaginary Friend Adventures - "Cold Weather & Coffee"

I want to start writing about me and my imaginary friends of my Minecraft OCs, who are basically my platonic fictional others!

The first one is about me and Brine. :) Enjoy.

Pink bow and hearts divider I used can be found here!

Brine’s eyes moved up from his cup of coffee as he heard footsteps down the hallway. White eyes darted to where Helios came from the entrance to the hallway, and a smile crossed the little Demi-Deity’s face.

Though it was morning in the house where Helios lived, the weather was icey for this time. Brine had actually been awoken by the cold and decided to warm up with his morning cup of coffee. He had made his cup, moved to the table, and now he sat on the human sized table, waiting and taking small sips at a time.

Being a pocket-sized imaginary friend was something Brine dearly enjoyed, because Helios had given him life, in that sense. Helios had made him, he was Helios’ character, after all, and he existed as an imaginary friend from his creator’s love. Helios was his best friend, and Brine tried to be the best friend he could be to the human.

“What are you staring at, Brine?”

Helios’ voice snapped Brine out of his thoughts, making him shake his head after blinking. He could see a sleepy smile on the other’s face, and the tiny Demi-Deity chuckled. “Nothing, I just got lost in my thoughts.”

Helios grinned with tired eyes. “Did you get coffee?”

“I did.”

The loving human made his way into the kitchen, and Brine watched him with the most adoring gaze. Helios was just so cute. Everything about him made Brine happy. Helios was someone who Brine knew loved him enough to have him exist in the landscape of his other imaginary friends. Though the human loved all his little friends with all his heart, he and Brine had something very special.

Helios returned to Brine with a coffee mug in his hands, one that was painted to look like a stack of donuts. The human leaned down and placed a tiny kiss to the top of Brine’s head. The being giggled again. Helios asked, “What time did you wake up?”

“Five-thirty.”

“Brine,” Helios feigned a scoff, putting a little teasing into his tone. “You’re usually up with me.”

“I know, but I couldn’t fall back asleep,” came the Nether Prince’s response. “I didn’t want to wake you up that early though, so I came and got my coffee.”

Helios grinned in such a way that conveyed reverence for his little Demi-Deity friend that it made Brine’s heart ache in a wonderful way. He smiled and put his cup down, gesturing for Helios’ hand. When he reached it out, the white eyed one held onto his friend’s finger and kissed it. “You deserve all the rest you can get, Helios. Especially with how hard you work in everything you do.”

A red blush dusted the human’s face, and he gently scooped up Brine after the little Nether Prince retrieved his mug. “You. You’re the sweetest, most gentle, kindest little guy I know. How do you manage to say so much with so few words?”

“One of my many talents, my king.”

A loud chuckle came from Helios. “Yeah, true.” The human’s eyes darted to the window behind the hand he held Brine in. “Oh, shit, I didn’t even realize it was snowing. No wonder it’s freezing in here.”

Brine nodded. “What do you say…”

Helios’ brown eyes moved down to Brine. “What?”

“What do you say we… lay back down? I’m cold.”

***

Helios giggled as Brine held onto his finger and placed another little kiss to it, making him blush again. The little Demi-Deity held onto him as if he never wanted to let go of Helios. The human looked at the window above the bed to see the snow was still falling pretty hard outside, and it wasn’t showing any signs of stopping. When he moved his eyes back down to look at Brine, that loving smile was still there. “Do you think the snow is going to stop at all today,” he asked.

The little Demi-Deity put a hand to his chin in thought. “I can’t really tell. But, I kinda hope it doesn’t. So I can stay here with you today.”

“I mean, you are pretty warm, Brine. You’re like a tiny furnace.”

Another laugh. “So I’ve been told.” He closed his eyes and Helios watched Brine curl up into a little ball, still holding onto his finger. “This is wonderful. I love just spending time like this with you. I love… I love being able to be close to you like this.”

Helios nodded in response. “I do too. You’re so warm, and I just… I love being able to just relax with you. You mean so much to me, Brine. To everyone. You’re wonderful, Brine.”

The little Demi-Deity seemed to gape in surprise at Helios’ words, before a tear slipped from one of his eyes. His lip trembled as he smiled. “You’re too good for this world, Helios. You and Celina have given me so much more love than someone like myself deserves, and I wish I could just… I wish I could repay everything you’ve ever done for me.”

Helios took a corner of the blanket, pulled it closer, and wiped Brine’s tiny face with it. “Brine, you don’t have to. You deserve so much more love and kindness than you think you do, and I will never stop loving you. None of us will. You’re special, Brine, just like all of the others, and I will always have a place in my heart for you. I love you, Brine. Like… a lot.”

Brine smiled and let out a little noise of adoration. He snuggled closer to Helios’ hand and he felt himself be pulled close. The cold from the snow outside didn’t seem to bother him as much now. The cold couldn’t hurt him, and with Helios by his side, Brine knew nothing else would either.

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the new guy, the he, the they, the he/they, the WIMDY WATER GUYYYYY

(also i am aware the rays are spinning in the wrong direction SHUT IT) gitm belongs to @venomous-qwille

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[CN] Kiro's In the Heart of Destiny Mind's Quest (1/3)

🌸 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date that hasn't been released on the EN server yet! 🌸

[Note: This date was translated with the help of Google Translate :>]

Trigger Warning: This Mind's Quest explores mature sexual themes, themes of violence, and trauma. Avoid reading this date if you do not meet the game's required 17+ age rating.

I highly recommend reading the Main Story chapters (at least season 1), as well as Kiro's R&S: Top Experimental Subject before reading the Mind's Quest.

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[CHAPTER 1]

MC: This year, each department has completed many important goals. So during the Spring Festival, everyone should have a good rest. See you all next year...

Before I finish my summary, there is a knock on the door of the conference room. An employee from the business department walks in with an excited look on his face and his voice is so high, it's almost out of tune.

Staff: Boss! We received an email from Ms. Sarah! She is willing to give us her new work to produce!

MC: Who?

Staff: Who else? The queen of suspense, Sarah Pellegrini!

-

MC: ......"I sincerely hope that you can come to P Island, and I will do my best to be your host here.

MC: I will also discuss with you the film and television adaptation of my new book, Flower House*."

MC: Woohoo, Kiro, did you hear that?

Kiro: I heard it...

Through the mobile phone, Kiro's voice blends with the sound of the ship starting in my ears, sounding almost unreal.

As I turn up the volume, Kiro on the other end of the video call also zooms in.

At this moment, the sun shines brightly outside the ship on my side, while a bright moon hangs high outside the window on his side.

He leans back on the sofa and loosens the collar of his costume.

Kiro: [sulking] Honestly, you don't even read the emails I write to you so eloquently.

Kiro pouts in feigned dissatisfaction, and I smile sheepishly.

MC: I'm just so happy... After all, this is Ms. Sarah, the queen of suspense!

MC: You have no idea how many film and television companies around the world are eyeing her new book...

Kiro: I know I know—

Kiro drags out the last syllable of his sentence, and his tone becomes even more resentful.

Kiro: Because Nafei Film and Television also sent her an invitation letter.

MC: Nafei? The world's largest streaming media company?

Kiro: Uh-huh, they wrote "Kiro will star as the lead", "an estimated investment of tens of millions of dollars", as well as "Hollywood's top production team"...

Kiro: I didn't expect them to get bested by your team. They must be so depressed right now.

MC: Pfft, it doesn’t matter. Even if Mr. Kiro can’t be the leading actor for Nafei Films, he can still be the leading actor of [MC's Company Name].

Kiro: The leading man of [MC's Company Name]...

MC: What, you don't want to be one?

Kiro: Of course I do.

Kiro answers without hesitation, his eyebrows curved.

Kiro: Looking at it this way, you've become very powerful.

MC: Huh? Why do you say that all of sudden?

Kiro: I don’t know, it's just something that occurred to me and I wanted to say it.

Kiro moves the camera a little closer, and I am granted a much clearer view of his bright blue eyes.

Kiro: It feels like it was just yesterday that you invited me to help you save the endangered "Miracle Finder".

Kiro: Today, you're competing with the world's leading film and television companies.

Kiro: [affectionately] I… I’m really happy for you.

MC: After all, I have an international superstar boyfriend. So of course I have to work hard and strive for a career that will make him my permanent leading man!

Kiro: [almost resentfully] Mm, you work so hard, you have to go on a business trip to talk about work until the Spring Festival...

MC: Hahaha, so that's what you've been sulking about~

Seeing that Kiro is about to pout again, I quickly raise my hand to make a promise.

MC: Five days! I will finish the discussion within five days and come back to celebrate the Spring Festival with you!

Kiro: It’s a deal. If you don’t finish the discussion within five days, I will come to P Island and arrest you myself.

Kiro: You have to compensate Kiro for his "missing you fee", "loss of sharing delicious food fee", and "loss of kissing and hugging each other fee"!

We exchange a few words, and then Savin's voice sounds from his side. Kiro nods towards the camera and then turns to look at me.

Kiro: Savin has asked me to get to the shoot. I will video chat with you later when I have time.

MC: Okay, I'll hang up then.

Kiro: ....Wait a minute.

Kiro suddenly calls out to me. He opens his mouth hesitantly, and his expression grows more serious.

Kiro: It suddenly occurred to me that Ms. Sarah lives near Sicily?

Kiro: There's been some unrest there lately. There may be mafia activity. Please be careful when you get there, and feel free to contact me if anything happens.

Unrest? But as far as I can remember, I haven't seen any recent news about public security here.

A trace of doubt flashes through my mind, but I still nod and assure Kiro. Then, he reluctantly hangs up the phone.

I put away my phone and walk out of the cabin.

Although winter has arrived, the Mediterranean climate makes everything remain pleasant and comfortable.

Brushing away my hair, I watch the bow of the ship quickly cut through the surface of the sea, the ripples churning, and head towards the small island ahead of me.

-

P Island is not large in area, with only one small town on the island. The reefs and mountains embrace the locally-styled red tiles and white walls, making it resemble a secluded paradise.

Several of my colleagues and I follow the tourists off the boat. As soon as we arrive at the dock, we hear a cheerful female voice.

??: Ciao, MC.

I turn around and see a red-haired lady in a black dress waving at me with a smile.

MC: Ms. Sarah?

Sarah: It's me. I think you've seen my picture on the flaps of some books.

MC: Of course I have, but you look much younger and more energetic than in those pictures.

Ms. Sarah is not a writer who is keen on being in the spotlight. In the collection of news and interviews of her, she always appears as melancholy as her writing.

But at this moment, she is as cheerful and amiable as the midday sunshine in southern Italy.

Sarah: Oh, writers come out transformed after they finish up the hell of writing.

MC: Haha, I totally agree. Every time I finish a show, I feel like I’m reborn…

MC: However, it is precisely this "life and death" training that has lead us to meet here.

Sarah bursts into laughter and holds out a black-gloved hand towards me.

Sarah: Then, as someone who has also been "reborn after going through hell", I welcome you to P island.

-

We walk and talk with Ms. Sarah, and under her guidance, we arrive at a manor in the depths of town.

The manor is full of lush greenery and scattered flowers; it is obvious that it is carefully cared for by the owner every day. I let my eyes roam around the place.

MC: Did you get the idea for "Flower House" while you were tending to your own flower house?

Sarah: Honey, you're so funny.

Sarah smiles and shakes her head, looking forward.

Sarah: The inspiration for "Flower House" actually stems from an experience in my childhood.

Sarah: That experience was painful and has been haunting me ever since.

Sarah: But I thought it was time to face it and write it down, something like a farewell to that old thing.

Her voice gradually lowers, as if she has swallowed a sigh. I realize that I've said something wrong and quickly apologise to her.

MC: Sorry, I shouldn't have made such a joke before reading the novel...

Sarah: It's okay, I really like your sense of humor.

Sarah: In a moment, you will be able to see the outline and manuscript of "Flower House". You're going to be its first reader.

MC: That's great!

-

I ask the other employees to settle in and adjust to the time difference, while I myself am unable to wait to follow Sarah to the study.

Sarah hands me the manuscript and thoughtfully makes a cup of coffee for me.

At first, I am still able to drink the coffee and smile while appreciating the exquisite diction in the novel and the humor hidden in the dialogues.

But gradually, the corners of my mouth could no longer curl up, and only my fingertips continue flipping the pages silently.

MC: "The gardener said that in order to grow more beautiful flowers in the greenhouse, inferior varieties weren't needed..."

MC: "And then the flowers withered. Only I remained."

As the new generation queen of suspense, Sarah's greatest strength is that she's able to make people empathize with all the emotions of her protagonist. The tension, sadness, happiness...

At the same time, she also likes bringing up a pair of dark hands lurking in the shadows whenever the readers and the protagonist breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that all the truth has come to light.

These hands will gather the fog again and cause the protagonist to fall back into his childhood nightmare.

And in "Flower House", all of this finally comes to an end.

MC: "...I picked up the gardener's hatchet and walked towards him. And towards myself."

MC: This story is... so sad.

I close the manuscript and sigh.

MC: I originally thought that everything would end once the protagonist successfully avenged his childhood self... Why did he end his own life in the end?

Sarah: Because the pain of being trapped in the Flower House can never be relieved, only avenged.

Sarah: Those who have fallen into darkness can never be saved. The only way out is through death.

Sarah lowers her eyes. Her tone is light, as if she is saying something that is completely justified.

Is it true that there can never be liberation and salvation?

My heart aches because of her words, and a bright golden color suddenly flashes through my mind—

What about him?

Does Kiro, who was once in a similar situation as the protagonist in the book, also suffer and struggle in the same way?

Did I really pull him out of that darkness?

Thinking of this, I frown and bite my lower lip. But Sarah seems to misunderstand my expression and quickly leans forward.

Sarah: Sorry, did my words affect you?

MC: No, no, I was just thinking of someone I know.

Sarah: Who?

MC: He is actually the actor I want to recommend to you, Kiro.

MC: He's had similar experiences as the protagonist and has also faced a lot of darkness.

MC: He should be able to fit into the role well when performing...

Sarah: Wait, the Kiro you mentioned, is that the Kiro from B.S. Entertainment?

I nod, and the curiosity on Sarah's face suddenly disappears. She twitches the corner of her mouth, revealing a subtle expression.

Sarah: If it's him, I refuse.

MC: Why? Do you think he is too young? But I can vouch for his acting skills, and his professionalism is second to none in the industry...

Sarah: It has nothing to do with Mr. Kiro, I just don't want artistes from B.S. Entertainment to act in my works.

Sarah: I have some issues with them.

Sarah: It was precisely because of this that I declined the first invitation from Nafei Film and Television.

MC: .......

I never expected Nafei Film and Television to miss the opportunity because of this. I am rendered speechless.

Could it be that talks of collaboration between B.S. Entertainment and Sarah fell through, and they have since been blacklisted by the Queen of Suspense? I mutter to myself.

The atmosphere starts to become a little awkward, so I simply change the subject.

MC: We can discuss the role selection later. It's getting late now, so why don't we...

Bang. Before I can finish my words, a noise comes from downstairs.

Sarah looks at me in confusion and stands up.

Sarah: Maybe something got blown down by the wind. I'll go check it out.

She only takes a few steps out of the study when she suddenly lets out a scream.

Sarah: Why... you all...?!

??: ....Because we're done waiting.

A vague and unfamiliar male voice comes from downstairs. My heart skips a beat and an ominous feeling spreads throughout my chest.

I quickly rush out of the study and go to Sarah.

-

Looking down the stairs, the scene in the living room immediately clogs my throat.

Several men are seated on the sofa, each of them holding a gun, their black muzzles pointing at Sarah and me.

One of the men looks at me and gives me an extremely evil smile.

Man: Buongiorno, Signora MC… Oh wait.

He grins and slowly changes his words.

Man: Queen of Black Swan.

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[CHAPTER 2]

Queen.

This unexpected name makes my brain go blank for a few seconds, and I find myself frozen in place for a while.

Who are they?

I suddenly remember the last instructions Kiro gave me during our video call on the boat.

-[Flashback]-

Kiro: There's been some unrest there lately. There may be mafia activity. Please be careful when you get there, and feel free to contact me if anything happens.

-[End of Flashback]-

Could it be that the "unrest" he was referring to is because of these people?

But why is the Mafia calling me... Queen?

I suppress the pounding in my heart and try my best to keep my tone steady, as if I have experienced many storms before.

MC: Who are you.

Man: It doesn't matter who we are, what matters is who you are.

MC: Meaning what.

Man: We need you to do us a favor.

MC: How troublesome.

The man changes his sitting posture, but the muzzle of his gun remains trained to my head.

T/n: I really like the touch of having MC imitate Helios' way of speaking when talking to the mafia. Really shows how couples rub off on each other 🥹

Man: Call the Boss of BS over.

The boss of BS... Kiro? What do they want to do with Kiro?!

I knew it. This is the organization that has been causing Kiro trouble every day, preventing him from getting peace of mind!

I curse him fiercely in my heart, but try to remain calm on the surface.

Should I play dumb for now? Or just say something to deceive him? Or should I agree first and then find a chance to contact Kiro...?

All kinds of thoughts run through my mind over and over again.

Since the other party isn't directly using force and only threatening us, they must be concerned about something.

Deciding to test them again, I raise a sneer.

MC: How interesting. Is this your way of asking for help? What makes you think I can call over the Boss of BS....

Man: Of course you can. After all, you are responsible for the staff resting in the hotel right now, right?

MC: You!

These people are so despicable! I take a breath and speak hastily.

MC: My employees have nothing to do with any of this. If you are looking for someone from BS, then I'm standing right here!

Man: Alright.

The man unexpectedly agrees with me. He waves his hand and gives his men some instructions in Italian.

Man: As long as you are willing to cooperate, my men will not disturb their rest.

Man: As for you two ladies, how about you please come down and take a seat?

I turn my head to look at Sarah. Her face is as pale as snow and she looks quite frightened.

Things related to BS... should not involve these ordinary people.

I take a deep breath, squeeze Sarah's arm, and lead her down the stairs.

Under the threat of gunpoint, I slowly take out my cell phone and call Kiro.

Busy tone, busy tone, busy tone...

No one answers the phone for several consecutive times. The man on the other end of the phone starts to look impatient, but I am relieved.

During work, Kiro and I rarely make continuous calls like this — If there is an emergency, we'd also find other ways to communicate.

If he sees me calling continuously and persistently, he will definitely understand... I bite my lip.

Just as I am about to hang up the fifth call, that familiar voice suddenly sounds from the other end of the receiver.

Kiro: For miss MC to be in such a hurry to find me, is something wrong?

His tone at this moment is polite and distant, as if we are just ordinary business partners.

In an instant, my uneasy heart settles down.

—Even without any hints or opening remarks, he is always able to understand me and my situation.

I clench my phone and speak in the same tone as him.

MC: Hello, Mr. K, could you contact the boss of BS?

There is silence for a few seconds on the other end of the phone, followed by another polite laugh.

Kiro: Miss, you're really making things hard for me... How am I supposed to contact someone as elusive as the Boss?

MC: But I have something urgent to discuss with him. Could you please help me, Mr. K? Just tell him...

MC: Queen needs him.

Kiro: Then... I'll do my best.

Kiro "reluctantly" agrees and hangs up the phone. I shrug at the man.

MC: I've tried my best. As for whether the boss is willing to contact you, then...

Before I finish speaking, my phone rings. It's a video invite from an unknown number.

As soon as I press the connect button, the dark night of Loveland City splashes onto my screen like ink. A dazzling silver that cuts through the night leaps into my field of vision.

A cloud of white mist still lingers around Helios' lips, as if he has just rushed outside. There is undisguised worry in his eyes, but he speaks with arrogance.

Helios: Queen.

—Isn't this transformation way too quick?! The enemy will find out!

I secretly glare at Helios, but Helios pretends not to notice and speaks first with confidence.

Helios: You are the Queen, so of course all your actions are being monitored by BS.

Helios: Including the fact that you called Kiro five times for help.

MC: Stalker.

Helios: [indifferently] Thank you for the compliment.

The moment our eyes meet, I feel as if he has gently hooked my little finger, or planted a feather-light kiss on the corner of my mouth.

It's cunning, and provocative.

Sarah: You're the Boss of BS...?

An unexpected voice sounds, and I turn to look at Sarah in confusion.

The writer who has been immersed in fear ever since coming downstairs, seems to finally come to her senses. She looks at Helios in the video with slight disbelief.

Sarah: So young....

MC: What did you say?

Her sentence is slightly muffled and I'm unable to catch it. At this moment, the man on the sofa opposite me snatches away my phone at once. He stares straight at Helios, his mouth stretching into a grin, revealing his sharp white teeth. It's like he wants to tear Helios' flesh off.

Man: I believe that this young boss has already seen our hostage, so please come to P island alone within 48 hours.

Man: Or else, Sicily won't mind one more bloodbath.

With my back towards the phone, I am unable to see Helios' expression through the screen, but I hear a very lazy laugh.

Helios: It doesn't take that long. Maybe 24 hours.

Helios: If she loses even a hair, I don't mind having one more murder on my hands.

-

MC: ....Kiro should have boarded the plane to Europe by now.

I stare at the dark ceiling above my head and sigh silently.

After the negotiation, all communication devices belonging to Sarah and me are confiscated and we are placed under house arrest in our rooms on the second floor.

I am worried about Sarah, my employees - who are now caught in this mess - and Kiro, who is on the other side of the ocean.

He'll take care of everything. He's a superhero.

I repeat this to myself over and over again, but this self-comfort isn't able to soothe the restlessness in my chest.

For some reason, something about today's kidnapping feels off, but no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to figure out what exactly.

Finally, after turning over in bed for the ninth time, I resign myself to my fate and sit up and walk towards the window.

At this moment, everything outside the window is silent, with only the occasional sound of footsteps near the manor, announcing the fact that I'm still under their surveillance.

The night sky and the sea merge together, and the distant sea breeze stirs up the waves, beating them against the island over and over again.

I stare at the night for a long time. So long, that my eyes start to feel swollen and sore.

It doesn't matter. Once the sun rises, I'll be able to see him again.

MC: Kiro....

I cover my face, letting the moisture in the corners of my eyes melt into my palms as I murmur his name.

??: [chuckling] So this is how the Queen thinks of me.

MC: ?!

For a moment, I almost think myself to be hallucinating and raise my head from my palm in disbelief.

Through my tearful eyes, the man I have been thinking about appears before my eyes. He leans on the windowsill with one hand and reaches out to me with the other.

Helios: Won't you give me a hand?

Helios: This posture is rather uncomfortable, and you wouldn't want me to get discovered by the patrol outside, would you?

My body responds to his question faster than my brain does. I hold Helios's hand and feel his familiar warmth through our overlapping palms.

This isn't a hallucination, or a dream.

I am holding my lover's hand.

Due to inertia, I stagger back a few steps, pulling Helios into the room from the window sill, and the two of us tumble down to the floor together.

Although a layer of carpet separates us from the floor, the muffled sound of the impact still brings a dull pain to my shoulder blades.

But I have no time to care about my body's protests, because at this moment, my heart and eyes are solely focused on the person on top of me.

MC: Ki....

My breath is overpowered by Helios'.

His kiss still carries the dampness of a winter night, his lips cold, while his tongue, hot.

It is so hot, that it burns me inch by inch, from my lips to my ears.

Back and forth, on repeat.

Rather than being affectionate, it is more like we are using this awkward and urgent kiss to confirm each other's existence.

My grip on his clothes gets tighter and tighter, taking in the tension of his undulating muscles.

It is obvious that he is the one plundering me, yet I feel a certain greedy desire for him growing wildly in my mind.

MC: Kiro....

I whisper his name again.

Helios: I'm here.

Even though it is so dark in front of us that we can barely make out each other's outlines, our eyes stay fixed on the other.

A bit of moonlight shines through the clouds and seeps into his deep blue eyes.

Helios: I'm late.

MC: You big doofus.

MC: It's only been a few hours, and you're already here...

Helios: But you cried.

Helios' fingers gently stroke the red corners of my eyes.

Helios: If I had come earlier, you wouldn't have cried.

MC: You just want me to cry now.

My righteous complain makes Helios laugh out loud. He hums, leans over and presses my head into his shoulder.

Helios: [whispering] You can cry as much as you want, I will continue.

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[CHAPTER 3]

We lay on the carpet hugging each other, quietly listening to each other's heartbeats.

Once my excitement finally subsides a little, I softly speak up.

MC: So how did you just... "pop up"?

Helios: I think you're the doofus, Miss Chips.

Helios helplessly pokes my forehead.

Helios: After knowing that you were being held hostage, how do you expect me to come rescue you in a "normal" way?

Helios: I found an Evolver with a teleportation Evol in BS, confirmed your location, and asked him to send me over.

I stick out my tongue. I did indeed forget that such a possibility existed.

Helios: As for the group of people that kidnapped you, I found out that they are the Ansoto family, a notorious mafia gang.

Helios: They were held responsible for a smuggling operation that got busted by BS and have been wanting to take revenge.

Helios: I reminded you to be careful because I had heard a report about this matter at a BS meeting. [Takes in a breath] I didn't expect it to be...

He pauses when he says this. When he speaks again, there is a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

Helios: But I do find this a bit strange. How did they know your identity, and where did they get your itinerary from?

Upon hearing his words, I finally realize why I felt something was wrong before.

MC: Yes, I was wondering about that too... And if they have a grudge against BS, why did they insist on you coming here alone?

Helios: Why else? They're overestimating themselves if they think they can handle BS.

Helios sneers. He lets go of me and helps me sit up.

Helios: I'll settle the score with them later. The most important thing now is to get you to safety.

I am about to nod, only to suddenly remember something important, and I quickly grab Helios' sleeve.

MC: Wait, they not only held me hostage, but also Ms. Sarah and the staff I brought with me. If they find out tomorrow that I'm missing...

Helios: Don't worry.

Helios reaches out and takes my hand in his.

Helios: I'm a superhero. I'll keep everyone safe.

-

Since we are unsure of how many mafia members are stationed here, we decide to act quietly.

The mafia guarding the corridor barely get any time to react before Helios quickly knocks them to the ground. After confirming that there is no surveillance on the second floor, we quickly come to the door of the room where Sarah is being held.

The door lock is a piece of cake for Helios. We wink at each other and I enter the room first.

As soon as the door is opened, a ray of light pours out from the crack of the door.

I take a light step inside, and the figure sitting by the bed quickly raises her head.

Sarah: MC? How are you--

I quickly make a shushing gesture to her and point to the door.

MC: Long story short, someone has come to rescue us.

I pull Sarah up from the bed as a look of confusion displays across her face. She looks over my shoulder and notices Helios standing behind me.

Sarah: You're BS's....

Helios: Mm. You must have seen me in that video call this morning.

Helios: Long story short, I'm here to rescue you.

Helios leans against the door frame and smiles, imitating my tone.

Sarah: ........

Despite his friendly tone, Sarah shudders all over and I blink in confusion.

MC: Ms. Sarah?

Sarah: I... I'm sorry, I was quite frightened.

She closes her eyes tightly twice, and after exhaling, her expression returns to the calmness it had during the day.

Sarah: Thank you, young boss of BS.

Helios: You're welcome. You and MC go to the dock and wait for help. I'll go and rescue the rest of your employees.

Sarah: If that's the case we could go through the gardens. There's a path leading from the estate to the town.

Sarah: You go ahead, I'll find the key to the garden and come down right away.

There is no time to waste. Helios nods and leaves the room.

I hesitate for a moment, but am still more worried about Helios' safety, so I nod towards Sarah and walk out of the room.

His fresh scent still seems to linger in the air. I walk along the corridor, carefully avoiding the mafia who have been knocked unconscious on the ground.

The closer I get to the stairs, the stronger the sickly-sweet smell becomes.

It's the smell of blood.

I can't help but hold my breath and gaze at the agile silhouette who is still in the midst of fighting.

Helios is like a cheetah hunting in the dark, silent and fluid as he maneuvers through several mafia members.

His movements aren't superfluous, while his fighting style is quick and decisive, as if he isn't on a small island in southern Italy, but on the set of an action movie.

These people don't even have time to scream before their sounds are stabbed back by the dagger he wields.

In less than a minute, the only sound that remains in the living room is that of slightly rapid breathing.

At this moment, Helios seems to sense my gaze and looks up at me. Although the light is dim, I can still see the corners of his mouth perk up.

Helios: Come on down, it's all over.

MC: [nervously] Kiro, you wouldn't have... done that to all of them, would you?

Helios: [chuckles] Which is?

I make a gesture of swiping my neck, eliciting a sneer out of him.

Helios: Oh, I didn't do "that" to them. It's just that when they wake up, some of their muscles and joints are gonna hurt so much that they'll want to die.

As he says this, Helios reaches out and pulls me into his arms, biting my lips in dissatisfaction.

Helios: [in a mischievously soft voice] As soon as you come down, you're only worried about whether I did "that" to them? Why not care about whether I'm hurt or not?

I wrinkle my nose in pain and softly protest.

MC: A bad guy who has time to bite people doesn't need me to... hiss.

Before I can finish my words, he grazes my ear again. His teeth grabs at the soft flesh, causing a slight sting.

Helios: [seductively whispers] ....I'll let you pay me back later.

While this guy is clearly threatening me, his husky voice carries a hint of Kiro's signature flirtatiousness, making him impossible to resist.

I am about to say something back when I am interrupted by footsteps coming from upstairs.

Sarah cautiously pokes her head out from the stairwell and sees Helios and I embracing.

Slightly embarrassed, I take a step away from Helios' arms.

MC: Did you find the key?

Sarah: Mm. Have you... dealt with those mafia folks?

Helios: It's probably just the three of us who are standing in this room right now.

Sarah parts her lips slightly, as if she wants to say something, but she swallows it back.

Sarah: Then let's leave quickly.

-

With Sarah's guidance, we bypass the mafia in the manor and soon arrive at the garden's back door. The iron gate is wrapped with several circles of heavy iron chains, and a somewhat mottled iron lock hangs on it.

Sarah hands the key to Helios. Helios is stunned for a moment, but still takes it and turns to the lock.

Dawn approaches, and in the far east, a subtle blue-gray light becomes visible in the distance.

The lock seems a little rusty and the key squeaks as it turns.

Sarah suddenly grabs my hand and takes a few steps back.

Sarah: MC, I'm sorry.

A little confused, I look at her, only to find that Sarah has already burst into tears. She suddenly raises her hands, holding something between her fingers.

It's a gun.

MC: ......?!

Sarah: Per i fiori appassiti nella serra (For the withered flowers in the greenhouse).

Her fingers tremble violently, and the moment she finishes speaking, she pulls the trigger without hesitation.

Bang--!

The sound of gunfire and the sound of the iron lock opening, rings out at the same time.

Screams ignite the rising sun, and blood awakens the silent island.

MC: Kiro!

Helios: .....!

The moment the gun goes off, Helios realizes something is wrong and instinctively dodges to the side, the bullet just grazing past his arm.

As soon as he stands firm, Sarah raises the gun again.

Sarah staggers, tears still welling up in her eyes, and an expression of near madness on her face.

Sarah: Both, the Ansoto family and BS should die together!

Before the second shot is fired, Helios jumps up and appears in front of Sarah like a ghost. With just one strike, the pistol flies out of the woman's hand and into his.

Click.

The tables are turned. Helios releases the safety and points his gun at Sarah. His blue eyes are as cold as ice, shining brightly in the night.

Helios: [voice menacingly low] Answer me, who are you?

Sarah: ......

Sarah painfully arches her back, but doesn't even articulate a groan.

??: Who's there!

A loud shout is heard near the garden, and it is clear that the gunshot has attracted the attention of the remaining mafia in the manor.

Seeing the large number of mafia beginning to approach the garden, Helios knows there's no time to interrogate Sarah.

He looks around, juts out his tongue, and makes a quick decision.

Helios: You go first, I'll take care of them.

MC: No, I want to stay with you...

My next words are interrupted by something he puts in my hand — a communicator.

His stands upright, his eyes not turned towards me, but towards the encirclement not far away, showing high alert.

Helios: I leave my back to you.

He never thinks of me as a burden, and superheroes should trust each other with everything.

I bite my lip and lean close to his ear.

MC: There's an abandoned lighthouse south of the pier. I'll wait for you there.

Helios nods slightly, and his eyes meet mine for a moment.

I turn around, push the door open, and run towards the path.

Bang——Foreign shouts and gunshots sound behind me, adding the final crazy melody to the chaos of this night.

Finally, once the manor is engulfed by the shadows of the trees, I can't help but turn my head to look back.

Helios is lost in the crowd, but Sarah does not join in the dispute and remains motionless.

In the distance, the morning light just begins to break, and she is dressed in a black dress, akin to a mourning crow.

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

Next: Part 2

*Note: The proper translation of Sarah's book title "花房" is actually "Greenhouse", but I left it as "Flower House" instead cause it sounds a lot cooler, in my opinion. But if you want, you can read it as "Greenhouse" instead :>

[coeluvr]

and then they fucked (lying)

[deafeningfanlight23]

"Building Just A Place Where Suns Deserve A Home."

This oneshot is based off THIS episode, "Moon FINDS DARK SUN", and about this sentence referenced in the title that Dark Sun said!

ENJOY MY FELLOW TSAMS FANS! :D [And I'm sorry it's poorly written kinda IT'S ALMOST 4 AM FOR ME OKAY 😭🙏]

And this is btw the Sun from the other dimension who beat HIS Moon to death so don't get confused ^^'

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TRIGGER WARNINGS - ROBOT GORE (?), DEATH

„Die, Die, DIE!“

This was the only thing Sundrop had been hearing from his mouth for a long time that felt like skipping a minute backwards whenever his aching fist would ram against the metal. First, it was a shout driven by the history of violence and abuse that had pushed him towards his breaking point, had carved their markings onto his mind and body that now began to gush out with blood, but now, it turned almost into a begging of closure. A closure that wouldn’t arrive, no matter how many times he would hit, scream, kick, slam. Each time he felt how his wound, ripped-open knuckles met the harsh surface of metal whose icy cold shot throughout his body, it only fed into this insatiable desire for revenge, to see him beaten down and rotting forever as this corpse that would never be a part of his life anymore. He wanted him erased, not just his body – But the memories that were attached to his voice, appearance, gestures, even mere name. Just flickering his gaze towards his soulless, black sockets and oil-caked face made him shake in both anger and fear. It felt like he relived each moment where he was screamed at, scolded, name-called, beaten, reduced to nothing more than a sobbing individual who would do anything to please to avoid any potential anger.

His knuckles ached. His chest felt like being constricted as strained, shaky breaths escaped his clattering mouth. He could feel how the oil between his joints dripped through and spilled upon his fingertips, staining his face whenever he would take momentum and shoot his fist towards the thing he attacked. But now, it took more effort to even bring his fist to move, and the thuds caused by the impact weren’t as strong as before.

He grew tired.

Exhaustion swept over him and weighed him down.

Just like the slowly creeping feeling that he might do something so terribly wrong that he could never take back no matter how much he tried.

And now, he doesn’t know anymore.

He braced his hands against the ground as he straightened his back. He took a closer look.

His blurry vision only revealed a shadowy frame that laid underneath him. Lifelessly. Like a corpse whose chest cage was ripped open, turned into a mere pile of wires and an empty metal shell.

It was his brother.

His brother Moondrop.

And now, his brother doesn’t even live anymore.

He is dead.

He is fully gone.

But why does he still haunt him, why is he still stuck in his mind?

His fingers curled inward his palm. They pressed against the ground.

DOES NOTHING WORK?

IS EVERYTHING HE DOES USELESS?

His head sagged down. Those thoughts tormented him. It felt like someone screamed directly into his ear, the voices just there to make his life a LIVING hell growing so loud that they broke through the bounds of his internal world and entered the outside one.

WHY DIDN'T THEY TURN QUIETER ALTHOUGH HIS BROTHER WAS DEAD?

Maybe he needs to do more? Maybe more efforts?

Maybe beat him even more until his face is unrecognizable?

Sundrop choked on his sobs. His fingertips roamed the floor until they stumbled upon a barrel.

He snatched it as if his life depended on it.

Just do it.

Hit him.

Hit him until he is only a bloody pulp.

DO IT, COWARD.

And Sundrop tried. He lifted his arm, the barrel tightly held in his hand, just wanting to go through the motion to finally escape, to finally have this relief and peace he has been looking for his entire life.

But he stopped.

Because something so... warm suddenly entered the room. As if the sun's warm rays poured over him and engulfed him.

Sundrop dragged his gaze up.

He was blinded by a light from which a person split apart. A hand was stretched out in front of him. Hesitantly, he looked from the person to the hand - The oily tears glimmering in his eyes telling the tale of suffering and hopelessness that defined his whole existence.

But maybe, this... person can rescue him. Save him.

Maybe, he is his savior.

Sundrop laid his hand in his. He looked up again.

The outlines of the person got clearer.

"You've suffered enough, Sun. It's time to go to your new home."

They had... rays.

[obsessionate-scorpy]

When that one character is the main character but also the main problem;

[rainbowtransform]

The thing nobody tells you about dying, Buddy thinks, is the pain of it. Someone slit his throat, but all he can see is Kristen Applebee’s horrified face, her eyes wide and mouth gaped open as she shouts something he can’t hear.

His heart thumps.

His fingers twitch.

His blood spreads.

Buddy closes his eyes.

He reopens them in front of huge gates, big and yawning. Sunlight drifts off the edges of them and shines through the bars, but when Buddy places a hand on them instead of feeling warm, like how he used to snuggle into his grandfather’s arms when he spoke about Helio and Faith and the love, it’s cold.

Like how cold it felt when he came into Helio’s church after they’d lost his Chosen. Cold and uninviting.

“Buddy Dawn,” comes a voice and Buddy turns his head to see Helio, hair long and flowing and his satchel at his side. “I’ve been expecting you.”

“Lord Helio,” Buddy says, dropping to one knee and bowing as Helio laughs. Light. Airy. Warm.

“Stand up,” Helio commands, one warm hand on Buddy’s shoulder. “Come on, Buddy, you don’t have to kneel like this.”

“Lord Helio,” Buddy says, awed and inspired. “I’m sorry this Chosen could not do what you wanted. I tried my hardest, my very best and I’m so so sorry that I was not what the Church needed.”

Helio helps him to his feet, both hands on his shoulder and smiles at him again. “You were what you needed to be,” he said. “Your father prayed everyday for you to find your way to me, and you did.”

Buddy swallows. “My father?” He questions, one hand going to his chest. “My father is here?”

“Yes,” Helio says. “Your father has been waiting for you, and your mother for many years now. But before that, come. My father and aunt would like to meet with you.”

“Your Lord Father?” Buddy whispers. “Sol?”

Helio wraps Buddy into a hug. It feels like his father’s, it feels like his mother’s, it feels like the Church’s picnics.

It feels like when he was crying over a split knee after his father’s funeral and a red-haired girl healed him with warm eyes, and a grin that showed off her two missing front teeth.

“He’s not too bad,” Helio says. “Don’t worry. Come on. He won’t hurt you.”

Buddy follows Helio to two chair, as large as the sun and one just as bright; the other one glimmering in the sun’s reflection. There is nobody sititng in their chairs, but Buddy knows that Sol and Galicaea are there. Waiting.

Buddy kneels again. He puts his head down and says, “My Lord Sol, and His Sister, Galicaea. A pleasure to meet you.”

“Stand,” Galicaea says. Her voice is cold, frosty despite the sun’s warmth and Buddy trembles. Helio goes to stand on His Father’s right side, where He must stay.

“You heard my Sister,” Sol says, just as cold. Buddy scrambles to his feet, eyes wide. He doesn’t know what he’s done wrong, but he must have because why are they angry at him?

“Buddy Dawn,” Sol says. His voice is rumbling and despite the sun’s heat, Buddy still feels the coldness in it. “You have quite some explaining to do. My Sister’s Wife has been roused from Her slumber by Kristen Applebees.”

“Lord Sol,” Buddy begins, before—

“Not to mention, when I tried to kill that infernal thing, I was thwarted.” Galicaea says. Her voice is colder than the dark side of the moon and Buddy swallows.

“My Lord,” he says. “With all due respect, I don’t know what I could’ve done. I focused on the Church of Helio, and keeping the Faith alive through the Chosen One’s Leaving.”

“The Chosen One does not leave.” Helio says, still all smiles. “Regardless of what she’s done, she’s always been mine. When she dies, Kristen Applebee’s soul will come here. To our Heaven.”

Buddy blinks at him. “But Kristen hasn’t been practicing.” He says.

“She’ll go to Hell for a couple of millennial,” Helio says. “Somewhere quiet and away from where her friends can’t find her. Just until she realizes the mistake of her actions and then I’ll come in and save her.”

“Lord Helio,” Buddy frowns and Helio quirks an eyebrow before Buddy falls silent. He chews on his bottom lip, sweaty hands wiped off on his pants.

“Enough,” Sol says. “What do you say in the case of your neglect of the My Son’s Chosen One’s actions?”

“I was fixing the Church,” Buddy says, feeling so small in front of these immortals. “I… I can’t be always with her. I’m not part of her adventuring party. Kristen Applebees doesn’t even like me.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Galicaea says, leaning forward to tower over Buddy. “It does not matter what she likes or does not. It was your job to keep Helio informed of what she does, so we could stop her. She doesn’t even have a God anymore, and yet she’s been messing with something that she has no right being in. Her and that Hellspawn Tiefling. It’s bad enough that that idiot werewolf is trying to change Me in my own Home, and then that Goddess’ name was uttered from a marriage that meant nothing.”

“Galicaea,” Sol says sharply. The goddess slumps back in her seat and Buddy realizes he’s fallen to his knees sometime she was talking. He’s trembling, he realizes.

He looks over to his Lord Helio, who is looking down at His nails, and when He realizes that Buddy is looking at Him, gives him a thumbs up.

Sol sighs. “There is nothing to be done now.” He says, still sounding angry.

“Then why did you call me here?” Buddy asks in a whisper.

Helio blinks at him, confused. “To tell you what you’ve done wrong, Buddy,” he says. “And to let you know that we’re going to keep you here, despite all your wrongdoing. Because we’re gracious. And kind.”

Buddy has done right all his life. He has followed the word of Helio, fixed the church that fell apart in the night and their chosen one’s departure, prayed daily and nightly for Helio to save the immoral souls of those who do not Follow him or his Father; took an empty cleric’s position in a team of people who were stars, burning themselves too bright and too hot to compete with a galaxy.

Buddy has healed the sick, and helped the homeless, and eased the minds of believers and nonbelievers alike. He has done right all his life.

And his afterlife is stained red because he wasn’t shadowing Kristen Applebees every step of her way. Because he wasn’t keeping up with her news and telling Helio.

(“She’ll be in Hell for a while,” Helio said. “Just until I come in to save her.”)

Buddy snaps out of it as Helio’s hand lands on his shoulder again, smiling and leading him away from His father and Aunt.

“Did you mean that Kristen is still yours?” Buddy asks.

Helio nods. “Cassandra layed a claim on her when She was revived and it would’ve been a battle if Kristen died, but now that she’s dead…” Helio shrugs.

“I can’t just let her walk in, though. She needs to be punished for leaving.” And then Helio smiles again, and points behind Buddy’s shoulder at the small house.

Buddy turns around, and sees a shock of brown hair, a mouth stretched in a permeant smile, and eyes that have always had love in them, despite being milky and never actually seeing his own son. Buddy’s mother always used to ruffle his own hair and ask how Buddy didn’t get anything of his father’s except his smile.

“There’s your dad.” Helio whispers. “He’s been waiting an awful long time.”

Helio hugs him again.

And, like at his father’s funeral, like his first year of waking up to an empty kitchen, and like when the red-haired girl’s mother called her away, despite the warmth of Helio’s hugs and his father’s cloudy, love-filled eyes staring at him, Buddy feels cold.

[bugwolfsstuff]

I forgot the name for the thunder saga and different beast was playing in my headphones so I litterally just told my mom that I was listening to the

Suffering saga

[aecholapis]

For the getting to know the oc thing. Helios: 1, 9, and 12 :D

Right away! :D

1. Your OC as a playable video game character, (special abilities and stats). Bonus: write dialogue or one-liners.

I've taken Fire Emblem: Three Houses as a blueprint for the character stats, because Claude von Riegan was one of the inspirations for Helios' character development towards the end of his story. The stats I've given him are also based on Claude's and were slightly adjusted to fit into a Sci-fi setting.

If he were a character, he'd be a silent NPC, but if he had to speak, he'd probably say something like, "I cannot let you enter this ship."

9. Your OC is on the news for something they did. What did they do‼️

He saved lives! :D

Working with a human air rescue team is like a dream come true for him. He always liked helping others—a remnant of his old personality, from when he was still Ambulon.

Sometimes, when climbers get stuck in the mountains, he will forgo his disguise and pick the humans up in his robot form. This might have started a few rumors in the region.

12. What crimes are they most likely to get caught for? And what crimes are they most likely to get away with?

Most likely to get caught for: lying, stealing, fraud, Helios is terrible at pretending

Most likely to get away with: murder (blame it on Proteus)

They caught him with no ID card :(

[silveryinkystar]

POLYTHEISM WINS

[silentgrim]

𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓇𝓎, 𝐼 𝓂𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓉𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓎. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒… 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔.

[stellarstarcelios]

Helio's Imaginary Friend Adventures - "Bad Dreams"

Hiiii, everyone! I have a new little drabble about me, Brine, Celina, and Cenlar!

Brine has a bad dream, and Celina, Cenlar, and I go to see what's wrong and help him.

I really like how this one came out, it's really fluffy and sweet and it's based on something that happened before I started making my paper dolls of my OCs. :)

Enjoy!

Divider made by me in Canva!

Brine jolted up in his place on Helios’ bed, letting out a loud gasp with his eyes darting around in a panic. His white orbs glowed brightly in the dark of the night, flaring up with his intense emotions. There were a few moments of him panting, before Brine finally managed to quiet his breathing and actually see where he was.

The LED lights on the upper corners of Helios’ bedroom bathed everything in a soft shade of white. All was quiet, all was still, and Helios laid under his pink fuzzy blanket with his head supported by a couple of white pillows. Brine sat up on another pillow, surrounded by the blanket and a few human sized plushies… at least, compared to his pocket sized form.

Brine blinked a few times as he came to the realization that he had been dreaming, and he moved his hands up to his face with a deep sigh. A bad dream. A nightmare. The Demi-Deity had always been prone to them, and they were always so vivid and distressing. He never knew what to do after waking up from one, other than to cry and wait for Celina or Cenlar to wake up so he could talk to them. Or talk with Helios if he was sleeping in his larger friend’s bed.

Brine could feel tears welling up in his eyes the more he thought about it. He noticed Helios’ phone laying on the mattress not too far from him, and the time read as 1:02 AM. The little being didn’t want to wake up his friend at a time like this, so he could only think to get out of the bed and head to the living room to let his feelings out.

*****

A small teleporting sound followed Brine as he ported to the human sized living room, landing on his feet on the large couch. He moved to sit against the back of the couch, leaning back and closing his eyes.

Brine had never been someone who slept well. At least, before he met Celina and befriended her. He hadn’t really slept before meeting her, and it had shown when they first met. Brine had been vengeful, isolated, someone who hated humanity after being betrayed so long ago. But the kindness of the queen had made him a good person again and had reminded him of who he really was. And since then, Brine remembered how to be a kind person.

However, it never kept away the bad dreams. The guilt for what he had done in the time he was a vengeful legend was always there. Not to mention the guilt of nearly getting some of his friends killed ever since they had befriended him. And even when they tried to reassure him that they couldn’t ever regret their friendship with Brine, the little Demi-Deity couldn’t help but have a hard time sleeping with those thoughts in his mind.

Brine felt his eyes beginning to water as he opened them back up. The Nether prince knew he shouldn’t blame himself, but a part of his mind was always blaming him for all of the bad things he had done after being betrayed by his late wife’s kingdom, and for his friendship almost getting any of his friends hurt. 

Brine felt like he didn’t deserve such kindness from his friends. Did he even deserve kindness at all? Why was anyone nice to him after all of the things he had done?

“Brine?”

The Demi-Deity didn’t even realize he had closed his eyes again until he opened them back up, only to notice someone in the corner of his eye. He looked up to see Helios standing next to the couch, with Celina and Cenlar sitting on his hand.

Helios tilted his head to one side as he looked down at his friend, pursing his lips. “Are you okay, Brine?”

There was a moment where Brine simply looked up with flooded eyes at his spouses and his friend, before he finally spoke in a trembling voice. “...How did you… when did you realize I was gone?”

“I was the one who saw you were gone, Brine,” Celina spoke, gesturing to Cenlar. “We came to check on you and ask if you needed anything, and I woke up Helios because you weren’t in the bed with him.”

Cenlar frowned softly, using his hands to sign, “Are you okay, love? We were worried about you when we realized you weren’t in bed anymore.”

Brine looked up at the king, the queen, and their creator with some sense of surprise, before his brows fell and his lip began to quiver. He let out a loud, mournful whine, then curled up into a ball. “I… I… I don’t–deserve you,” he whimpered out.

Helios, Celina, and Cenlar all shared a glance, before the young man moved to sit on the human sized couch, next to Brine. He extended his arm out, lowering it so Celina and Cenlar could step onto the couch and sit next to their spouse.

Brine’s soft whines began to grow in volume, and he was soon sobbing as the king and queen wrapped their arms around him. The little being couldn’t control his cries as he sat there, his spouses protectively embracing him. Helios watched from his place, a look of empathy on his face from watching his small Demi-Deity friend in his despair.

After what seemed like an eternity, Brine finally managed to calm his cries enough to speak, and his words made the hearts of his friend and his spouses break.

“What did I ever do to deserve you all?”

Celina’s gray eyes opened and looked at her spouse in surprise. “Brine, what do you mean?”

Brine managed to open his white orbs and they spilled over as he answered. “I… I hurt people for–for millennia after losing… losing Cebrina and my children. I was vengeful and cruel. But… you gave me a chance when–when anyone else would have killed me. I just… I don’t feel like I deserve such kindness… after–after everything I’ve done.”

Helios moved his gaze to meet Brine’s, and he placed a hand down near the trio. “Brine… you know that you’re such a good person now. You know how much Celina changed you, and you’ve made so much progress comparing you to where you were when Celina and Steve befriended you.”

Celina nodded, moving a hand up to wipe some of Brine’s tears. “Helios is right, Brine. I remember how broken you felt yourself to be when we first met, but I’ve seen how far you’ve come from that point. You’re so much better, and we love you so much. You’ve shown how kind you are, and what kind of a good person you are.” Celina embraced her spouse again, feeling Cenlar doing the same. “You’re so sweet, and you deserved so much better in the past. We’re just giving you the love you need in your life.”

Brine sniffled a bit, the glow of his white eyes flickering a bit. “I… but, I was so hateful to you when we first met. How did you… what did you even see in me that made you want to… to help me?”

“She saw you, Brine,” Helios responded. “We all see it. It took time for everyone to get to know you, but when they did, they all saw you for who you are, and the kindness in your heart. You deserve all the love you get, Brine, I can tell you that.”

The Demi-Deity thought over their words, and he took a moment to collect himself as he thought. He had found himself and who he was–who he really was– because of Celina, Steve, and even the kindness Helios had shown him. He knew these people loved him, and he should’ve known nothing would change that.

After a moment, Cenlar and Celina could feel Brine relax in their arms and return their embrace. Helios eventually scooped up the trio and held them close to his chest. The human and his little imaginary friends stayed in a comfortable silence for a few moments, before Helios broke the embrace and watched the king and queen do the same.

Brine felt himself smile and happy tears welled up this time. He chuckled as his spouses kissed his face. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Brine,” Cenlar signed. “Feeling better?”

“Yes, definitely. I guess I just–needed to be reminded who I am and what progress I’ve made.” He moved his gaze to Helios, who was beaming down at him in the most adoring way. “Can we… head back to bed? I’m… I’m exhausted.”

“Of course.” Helios stood as his little friends settled in his hand, and when they reached his room, he gently placed his hand down so they could settle into bed. Helios soon did the same, and the four slept peacefully the rest of the night. The next morning, Brine awoke to the smiling faces of people who truly cared about him. He knew they did, and he knew nothing could change that.

[imtrashraccoon]

Consider this... The Nightmare of Apathy but Dreamswap

I'm kinda experiencing brainrot over Helios and Eos at the moment...

Dream is the one who rules over a world that is permanently day where everyone is happy and adores him. I imagine there would be sun worship but it's morphed into worshipping the deity that literally glows and makes everyone's life better.

Plant life flourishes and the climate is always comfortably warm. I don't think animal life would be much different with permanent sunlight but I'm not going to be putting thought into this right now lol.

Somehow, MC (probably named something vaguely related to the sun to have a nice parallel) meets Dream. Not sure how or why but it would either be transactional or a coincidence. Or maybe they have a "dark opposite" soul and Dream wants to "fix" them.

Dream and Nightmare still quarrel over the multiverse, although Dream has more influence thanks to time and positivity being easier to spread. Nightmare is gaining ground though which is rather concerning to Dream.

Nightmare forms his own team, not sure if it'd be the usual rabble or others. Without spoiling possible future plot points for TNA, there is a conflict between the brothers that leads Dream to forming his team. Again, possibly the usual rabble but it could be interesting if he "converts" bad guys to his cause.

I could go on but I will end up spoiling the finale to my fic... ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

Or maybe it's like how Swapfell and Fellswap are similar but different? (Swapdream?)

Same premise as above, but Aylin is on Nightmare's side the whole time. ("Dark opposite" soul again?) I think this would be more like a desperate rebellion against a vast empire, except the rebels are technically the bad guys. So lots of angst and action scenes where they barely get out alive?

Aylin would meet Nightmare on more normal terms. He isn't a domineering lord but a pathetic outcast, hated by everyone because he only brings negativity when he's around. Or maybe his world is the one place his brother can't "taint" and while he's not loved by the populace, they understand all would be lost if he wasn't trying to maintain the balance. Maybe the economy is hyper focused on production for war efforts?

They'd get into a relationship much more quickly, especially after saving each other's lives a couple of times. Nightmare teaches her to fight, use magic, and possibly other skills he learned too. In turn, she teaches him what she knows as a herbalist and creates many valuable tonics and potions for conflict.

They pick up friends along the desperate, uphill, in the rain battle that is trying to re-establish emotional balance in the multiverse. Could be the usual rabble, although they'd probably have to rescue them from Dream's clutches first. Not sure if the boys would be more or less insane, especially if Dream was forcing them to be positive through magic.

The duo aren't loved by the majority of the multiverse and would likely run into many powerful players. Or maybe Dream hires bounty hunters to go after them. (Fresh might make sense here as he isn't a good guy and probably wouldn't appreciate Dream.)

The potential for a "happy" ending is very low and something drastic would have to occur for that to even happen. I would explain what but again, I'd literally spoil everything for TNA...

I think I like this idea much more than the previous one... (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)

[fruitdragon]

Icarus had always loved the sun

The way it shined through the bars of his prison

The way that in certain parts of his father's workshop he could look up and see the sky

The warmth of the sun was a comfort on the days of hard stone and the light a source by which he could help his father

The light of the sun was freedom from his prison how could he not love it?

When they were flying he could see the full sky and could behold the sun properly

It hurt his eyes and the warmth stung his skin but he saw it with a clarity he had never seen before

Was there a man up there? He saw him, a laughing beautiful man

Icarus had always loved the sun

If he just got a bit closer he could almost touch it

He had to touch it...

(What was that his father was yelling?)

[velbsy]

Alright y’all I’ve been thinking about it and I decided that I’m gonna give you the little hook I wrote for my Super Natural Harvest au (My first ACTUAL DCA au)

I’m pretty proud of this and I’ve been thinking about writing more but I wanna see what y’all think as well

So yeah, my first real writing on here! Hope you all enjoy it!

Rebirth

Warm…

Warmth emanated throughout the expanse around him, grass tickling softly against the flannel on his body, as his eyes…or…eye…remained glued to the sky. Lidded…unfocused…

Before slowly his vision adjusted..and he was gazing high up at the vast ocean of blue above him…littered with puffy clusters of clouds and brightened up by the sun hanging high above. Shining down on him, making him squint just slightly. Only a little bit covered up by the large leaves of the stalks above…those giant plants that he didn’t know the name of…lightly moving about in the wind, almost looking bent downward a bit…almost bent down toward him. Like a big…spotlight, the sun gleamed in his eyes…Turned right on him…the stalk-like plants being like a crowd of gawking people…he closed his eye slowly, before reopening it…his mind fuzzy, as he felt the soft feeling of little nips against his body, his gaze turning down but not moving his head at all to look at whatever it was…

..a little black, feathered thing with dead looking eyes. Pecking and prodding at his body, nicking a piece of hay out through one of his loose seams. Meanwhile the other small avians stepped around on top of him, investigating why the odd, stagnant hay man had suddenly moved and fell back onto the ground, and just. Laid there…no longer standing guard for the large stalks of corn that were so precious to the person who owned this place…

What…is..this…

What…happened…what’s…where…am I….?

Who…

Who….?

Helios…

Helios…

Helios.

That name…it kept bouncing about in his mind…it nagged at him- like it had a stranglehold on his head…but it sounded so familiar..it wasn’t like someone put it there…it’s like- it’s always been there…

Helios.

He squeezed his eye shut as he raised his hand to his head, the crowd of birds fluttering off at the sudden movement of the hay filled fellow’s body…his hand lowering down and pressing into the ground, using it, then his other to push him slowly upward, moving them into his lap once he had done that. He lowered his head down, sighing shakily, and rubbing his one eye, looking ahead a bit, then upward again…

“..where…”

He said softly to no one, getting no answer as suspected…making him purse his stitchy lips again…

Where was he…..

He looked down at his gloved hands..narrowing his eye a little bit, before looking down at the thing that was behind him. What appeared to be…a straw woven..thing…just perfect to put on his head. And he did just that- as it was right next to him of course..it must’ve been his…

“Nn…” his head hurt..he didn’t know where he was or…what he was or-..what he was supposed to do- he…

Didn’t really know anything…

But..why…?

It felt like something was off but..at the same time he just- began to live…

right?

[coeluvr]

as an arab i just wanted to say GOD helios' playlist is so good. i actually went insane when i saw kalam eineh by sherine was in it bc i already associated it to my heliosmancer mc's route (well in the future, shes still not sure about him rn bdkdbdk)

i was also curious, im guessing coe is from cœur? and would that mean youre french/speak french? no need to answer if it makes you uncomfortable its just smth i noticed when first scrolling through this blog kdjdk

all in all, thank you very much for the work and dedication you put in coaaf. i cant even imagine the amount of effort you put in the game and its story, and im so grateful. coaaf is my favorite IF of all time rn and id like to think ive played a fair amount of them. im currently financially unstable but i cant wait to be able to join your patreon ❤️❤️❤️

I'm so glad you like it omg 🥺 Helios would listen to arab music I know him, the songs in the playlist are so melodic it fits him so well like PLEASE see my vision 🙏

Kalam eineh is so so so good for him I understand why you associated it with him, the part that's like "the moon envies his eyes, his smile is the shining sun" fits him so well 🤭🤭

Coe does come from Cœur but I don't really speak french, I took french in middle school and I think that's when I started going by Cœur lol

Thank you so much for your kind words! 💗 Please do put yourself first, coaaf and Helios aren't going anywhere hehe 🥰