#i can't help but wonder: 🪻

[servant-of-circe]

"Fuckin- GO TALK TO HER." Antinous barked, shoving the younger man to the direction of Circe's room.

He growled, "she won't even recognize me, there's no point- OW" he exclaimed when Antinous gave him a sharp smack in the head.

"You spent ten years getting back to your mother, Tele. I'm not letting you waste it."

Calling anybody that made Antinous want to punch the wall. Telegonus was obviously very different than the prince Antinous knew back in Ithaca.

But the name still hurt to say.

"I don't-... what if she hates me?" Telegonus stared at the older man, holding back a whimper. "What if she hates the man her son's become?"

"...come here." Antinous sighed, opening his arms and allowing the Demigod to lean into a hug. If Antinous didn't have 2 sisters back home, he would have no clue what to do in this situation.

The Demigod blinked back tears, surprised by the sudden comfort that the man who had been nothing but rude and uncharismatic to him gave.

"Hey... something I know about Lady Circe is that she's been giving men more of a chance lately. And I'm sure her own son fits into that category."

Telegonus sighed before giving Antinous a smack in the back of the head as revenge for earlier. "Fine... but you're coming with me, and that's an order."

Antinous nodded. As much as he'd prefer not to, the curse the gods put on him apparently forces him to be compliant to any member of Circe's bloodline.

Thankfully, the Sun Titan doesn't have a lot of descendants, so that won't be much of a problem anytime soon.

"Alright" he forced a smile, silently opening the door to approach the Goddess Antinous reluctantly worshipped.

"Lady Circe, somebody wishes to speak to you..."

[servant-of-circe]

He gave her a small kiss on the forehead before setting himself down, resting his head on her lap. She was perfect, way better than that stupid Antinous, at the very least. He sighed, his smile seeming to become just a slight bit less genuine as it started off.

"I'm fine, Caly. It's just..." he stared up at her, putting his hand on top of one of her thighs. Soft. "Turns out Antinous is actually a major piece of shit." His smile faltered. The words should have come out of his mouth easily. So why was it so hard to let out?

“Telegonus! Hello my dear!” *She smiled and looked down at him, running a hand over his cheek and holding it before having him let go. Her sharp teeth showing as she smiled.* “You seem down my darling.. what’s wrong??”

*She tilted her head. She still wasn’t good with emotions but.. when a woman.. uhhh Hestia she remembers it being.. taught her a bit she was trying to use it to be more understanding and useful.*

“I’m fine but.. I can tell you’re upset.. so..” *She sat down on the ground and smiled.* “Tell me what’s wrong..” *She said as she pat her lap.*

[honeydazai]

୨୧·࣭࣪̇˖ taking care of you when you're sick

feat.: Dazai, Chūya, Ranpo, Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma

warnings: none!

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The moment you fall sick, DAZAI gets all the more annoying, obnoxious to the core as he whines about how unfair it is that you're sick and he's not — translating to “that you don't have to go to work and he does”. He might just use your sickness as an excuse to stay at home himself; after all, when you're in this critical of a condition, he has to be by your side at all times, right? Just in case of an emergency. Surely Kunikida and the President agree.

Taking care of others or even of himself isn't what he's particularly good at, though he will pretend to be absolutely certain about cuddling being a certain cure for any illness. If you threaten to give him the cold shoulder otherwise, he'll also go to the pharmacy and buy you medication, though he will either complain about it, or he'll play it up to be his God-given mission to save his stunning girlfriend's life.

“Hm? What do you mean, bella? Of course I've got the President's 'okay' for staying at home. Taking care of you is most important, after all, don't you agree? .. Don't be mean, I am taking care of you. I made you tea just now, didn't I?"

CHŪYA really doesn't like it whenever you're sick. While he's faced a handful of way more threatening situations before, he can't help but worry when you whine about your head hurting and your throat aching, about your stomach acting up or your vision blurring. It's not his fault that you're on his mind all day — he just wants you to be well. Is that too much to ask for?

Naturally, that translates to him being awfully good when it comes to him nursing you back to health. He wouldn't describe himself as a natural caretaker, but he is, in a way; he's protective and caring by nature, and he makes sure you're relatively well before he leaves for work every day. You don't just get the best medication on the market, but also energising meals made by him with the help of authentic recipes from elderly women he found online. To not fully lose his image, he half-heartedly complains occasionally, though his words are immediately redeemed by his beaming smile when he notices you're faring better.

“Jeez, that's one annoying cold you've got. It's been, what, like two weeks now and it's still not gone. Whatever. I've found this new soup recipe, though. It looks promising enough, doesn't it? I'll try to make it for dinner.”

RANPO admittedly is rather bad at taking care of you. To be blunt, he much prefers it when you coddle and spoil him, not the other way around, though he tries in his own ways — which mostly include sharing his snacks with you and being near you despite the risk of getting infected himself.

Unfortunately, you're not spared from his usual honesty; when you look downright awful, dark circles underneath your eyes, he will tell you just that. If you flake out on any dates the two of you had planned previously, he will whine, but at least he won't hold a grudge. While he's not particularly committed to being a caretaker, he at least stays by your side and brings you medicine and painkillers.

“You should eat more, y'know. Yes, I know you're nauseous. You've said so about twenty times already. You won't feel any better until you eat and drink enough, though. That's common sense.”

Naturally, FYODOR is more than simply good at taking care of you whenever you fall ill. With his age, it's no wonder that he has quite some experience and knows of many ways to heal you, though some of them might include disgusting homebrewed potions. You're best of just not asking what they're made of if you want to have any chance in downing them.

Unfortunately, his approach to helping you regain your health is more clinical than loving. He takes wonderful care of you, but he's not the type to cuddle with you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear while you're sneezing and coughing. If you ask sweetly enough, however, he might just read you a bedtime story or two.

“What is it, dear? I was just going to get you a new glass of water. .. Ah, I see. Do you really want me to stay that badly? Alright, then. Though me remaining by your side won't give you an excuse to skip taking your medication.”

It's no surprise whatsoever that NIKOLAI is not the most caring guy, simply put, and he might just tease you about being sick throughout the whole ordeal. He can't help it; you glaring at him, exhausted and sneezing, makes him giggle. Still, he's not all bad — he revels all the more in your surprised expression when he presents you with homemade soup, a family recipe, or so he tells you, and he smiles, content, when you admit that it tastes rather lovely.

With his ability, it's easy for him to get whatever you might need, whether that's food or a cup of tea or a bucket to throw up in, from the kitchen without moving from your bedside, so be prepared to spend quite a lot of time with him in the next few days — or weeks. Though, luckily, he's there to entertain you, not the other way around; when you say you want to curl up and just sleep the sickness off, he'll just keep watch next to you, silent and calm. After all, he does want you to feel better.

“Hmm, what did you say? You like my cooking? I'm honoured, doll! You're too kind! How about a quiz about what I put in there — poison, carrots, red beet, or all three? Ah, not feeling up for it, are you? What a shame. It's all three, if you're curious. I'm just kidding, of course. Don't you worry your pretty little head.”

SIGMA is the best choice for who to go to when ill. Not only is he kind and caring, he's also responsible and organised and, if you follow every step he tells you — eat his home-cooked soup, drink this medicine, sleep for as much as possible, take hot or cold compresses, inhale water with herbal essences —, you'll be at full health again in no time.

Even though he unfortunately can't stay at home all day to be by your side — duties at the casino call, even though he'd much rather not go —, he tries to spend as much time as possible with you, telling you about what has happened that day and how much he looked forward to being home with you again while your eyes flutter closed. When you've almost fallen asleep, his lips gently press against your forehead, even if that means he risks getting sick himself.

“Are you feeling better yet? No? Well, that's to be expected. It's only been a day, after all. I've brought you some more medicine, as well as some soup. Here, give it a taste, will you?”

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[rdrclo]

How they would react to you kissing them for the first time 🦢🪻

This is just the boys, i will do a Part 2 with the girls at some point too though dw🙏

I also wrote this while falling asleep on the sofa and watching Richard Ayoade clips on youtube, apologies if its rubbish x

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Arthur:

You and Arthur have had a close friendship for a long time. You've seen the highs and lows together—the campfires, the late-night talks, and the moments where you both just share a quiet understanding. Over time, your feelings for him have grown, but Arthur has always been a man of few words when it comes to matters of the heart. He's noticed the way you look at him sometimes, and there have been moments when he might have wondered if you felt something deeper than just friendship. Still, he never pushed it, always keeping things grounded in the reality of the life you both lead.

It's late one evening, after a long day of work and tension, and you're both sitting by the campfire. The others have gone to bed, leaving you two alone with the crackling fire and the night sky above. You're tired, but there's something about the way the firelight dances off Arthur's face, the softness in his eyes as he looks at you, that makes your heart race. You've thought about this moment for so long, but now that it's here, you're not sure if it's the right time. Still, you can't help yourself. You lean in, your heart pounding, and press your lips softly to his.

Arthur freezes at first, surprise flickering across his features. He wasn't expecting it, but after a second, his hand moves to your face, cupping it gently as he deepens the kiss. There's a quiet intensity to it, like he's been waiting for this moment in his own way, though he's not sure how to navigate it. When he pulls back, his usual gruffness comes back, though there's a hint of vulnerability in his voice. "You ain't gotta do that if you don't mean it." But his eyes say something different—he's been wanting this too, maybe longer than he'd care to admit. His breath is heavy, and the moment feels like it shifts something between the two of you, though neither of you know exactly what comes next.

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Dutch:

Dutch has always been a bit of a mystery, even to those closest to him. As the leader of the gang, he's charismatic, unpredictable, and full of grand ideas, often pulling you into his schemes and dreams of a better future. You've worked with him for a while, and while you've respected him and his vision, there's been something more beneath the surface. You've seen the moments where Dutch's mask slips—when he's tired, when he's unsure—and in those moments, you've noticed the flicker of something softer between the two of you. He's not blind to your feelings, but he's too caught up in his own ambitions and the gang's survival to admit it—at least, not out loud.

It happens after a particularly harrowing heist. The gang is on edge, and Dutch has been putting up a front of unwavering confidence, as usual. You find him alone, pacing around the campfire, looking lost in thought. He's been distant lately, but tonight, his usual bravado seems thin, and you can see the fatigue in his eyes. With everything that's happened and the uncertainty of the future, you feel an undeniable pull toward him. Without thinking, you walk up to him, your fingers brushing against his, and you kiss him—quick, but full of all the emotions you've kept hidden for so long.

Dutch pulls back, eyes slightly widened with surprise. He's not used to someone breaking through his defenses like that. There's a long, charged pause as he stares at you, his usually smooth words faltering for the first time. "What... what's this, huh?"

He sounds more curious than angry, though, his gaze softening slightly. You can see the wariness in him, a worry that something like this might ruin the idealistic dream he's been building, but there's also something else—a quiet longing. Dutch's hand comes up, not to push you away, but to pull you closer. "If you think this'll change things, you're wrong," he murmurs, his voice thick with both uncertainty and something far deeper.

He kisses you again, leading it this time.

There's no immediate rush to make it more than it is, but it's clear this kiss has cracked the surface of a much more complicated relationship between you, one that neither of you knows how to navigate.

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Micah:

With Micah, your dynamic has always been fiery and unpredictable. He's bold, reckless, and doesn't take kindly to being told what to do, but somehow, that hasn't stopped you from feeling drawn to him. At first, you brushed it off as just a physical attraction, but the more you spent time together—his sharp wit, his daring nature, and even the moments when he'd let down his guard around you—the more you realized there was more to him than he let on. You've caught him looking at you with that cocky smirk of his more than once, and though you've never outright admitted your feelings, there's always been an unspoken tension between the two of you. Micah, for his part, has definitely noticed you in ways that go beyond mere rivalry or friendship, but he's never been one to show vulnerability, keeping things playful and antagonistic instead.

It's late, and the camp is quiet, but you find yourself unable to sleep. You step outside the tent and catch a glimpse of Micah, sitting on a crate and nursing a bottle of whiskey. The night air is cool, but Micah doesn't seem to mind. You walk over to him, your footsteps barely making a sound on the dirt. The two of you start talking, as you often do, teasing each other back and forth, but this time, the usual banter feels different—more electric. Micah's looking at you with a challenge in his eyes, but there's something softer underneath it, something that pulls you in. You don't think, you just move. You close the distance and kiss him, quick and urgent.

At first, Micah doesn't know how to react. He freezes for a second, his lips barely touching yours, but then the surprise fades into that familiar smirk of his. His hand moves to the back of your neck, holding you in place as he deepens the kiss. It's rough, full of that wild energy he always carries with him. When you pull back, he laughs softly, his breath a little unsteady. "Well, well, look at that," he says, his voice low and teasing. "Guess you couldn't resist after all." His words are laced with both amusement and something more, and as he leans in for another kiss, it's clear he's not opposed to whatever this is—he just knows how to keep things unpredictable, even with something as simple as a kiss. Micah's always a little dangerous, and he's not going to let this moment be anything less than intense.

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Hosea:

Hosea has always been the voice of reason within the gang, the calming influence that balances out everyone elses wild ideas and impulsive behaviour. You've worked alongside him for a while now, learning from his wisdom and respect for the world. Over time, you've come to admire his patience, his intelligence, and the kindness he shows to those who need it. You've always felt a deep connection to him—something steady and sincere. He's never been one to shy away from affection, but he's also never been particularly forward, and you're not sure if he's ever noticed your deeper feelings. But you've noticed the way his eyes linger on you sometimes, the warmth in his smile when you share a laugh or a quiet moment. He's aware of your affection, but he's never said anything, perhaps because he values your friendship too much to risk complicating things.

It's a quiet evening, the camp peaceful as the gang settles down for the night. Hosea is sitting near the fire, lost in thought. You sit beside him, comfortable in the silence, your thoughts wandering. After a long day of work, the weight of the world feels a little lighter with him here. You look at him—really look at him—and realize just how much you care for him. It feels like the right moment, and without thinking it through, you lean in and kiss him. Soft, tentative, but full of all the feelings you've kept inside for so long.

Hosea is initially startled, but the surprise quickly fades into something much gentler. He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his expression soft and thoughtful. He's always been a man of few words, but there's a tenderness in his gaze that speaks volumes. "Well, I wasn't expecting that," he says quietly, his voice filled with a warmth that makes your heart flutter. There's no teasing, no distance—just the honest affection that's always been there between the two of you. He reaches up, his hand resting gently on your cheek, and he kisses you back, slow and sure. When he pulls away, he smiles, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "I suppose we've both been a little stubborn, huh?" His voice is low, but there's no hesitation in his touch or in the way he looks at you now. He might not have expected it, but Hosea is more than willing to let this new chapter unfold between the two of you, with the same quiet trust that has always defined your relationship.

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Javier:

Javier has always been charming, he's full of fire and a deep sense of loyalty. You and he have shared many moments—whether it was over a drink in camp or in the heat of a mission, his warmth always seemed to draw you in. While his flirtations have always been playful, there's an undeniable depth to the way he looks at you, as if he's known all along that there's something more between you two. You've often caught him staring at you with a soft smile or noticed the way his gaze lingers just a little too long. Javier, ever the romantic, has always believed in love and connection, and while he might not have outright confessed, he's certainly aware of your growing attraction toward him.

It's one of those rare moments of calm after a job well done. The gang has settled into camp, and Javier is playing his guitar by the fire, his fingers dancing over the strings in a familiar, soothing rhythm. You sit nearby, lost in the music, letting the quiet of the night wrap around you. After a while, Javier stops playing and looks over at you with a smile, his eyes glinting in the firelight. There's a teasing quality to his expression, but something about the way he looks at you feels different tonight. Without saying a word, you get up and walk over to him, and before he can say anything, you kiss him—gentle, but full of the emotions you've been holding back.

Of course it's not long before Javier is pulling you closer, his arms wrapping around you as he deepens the kiss. His lips are warm and tender, and there's a fire in the way he kisses you back, as though he's been waiting for this moment just as much as you have. When you finally pull away, he laughs softly, his breath a little ragged. "Well, now I know why you've been looking at me like that," he says, his voice low and teasing, but there's a tenderness in his smile that lets you know he's not just playing around. He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear and gazes at you with that unmistakable intensity, his eyes full of affection. "I've wanted this for a long time," he admits, his voice softer now, as he pulls you back in for another kiss, his hands tender but eager. Javier's not one to shy away from love, and now that it's here, he's more than ready to let things go further.

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Sean:

Your relationship with Sean has always been full of laughter, banter, and playful jabs. He's the kind of man who never takes things too seriously—except when it really matters. You've spent countless nights drinking with him, teasing each other mercilessly, and occasionally bailing him out of trouble. He flirts with just about everyone, but with you, it always feels different—like there's something more beneath the jokes and exaggerated bravado. He's never outright said anything, but there have been moments when he's looked at you a little too long or toned down his usual antics just enough for you to notice. You've always wondered if he feels the same way, but with Sean, it's hard to tell if he's just playing or if he's actually hiding something deeper.

It's after a successful robbery, and the gang is in high spirits, drinking and celebrating back at camp. Sean, as usual, is in the center of it all, telling some ridiculous story and making everyone laugh. You're leaning against a tree, watching him, unable to stop the smile tugging at your lips. After a while, he catches your eye and saunters over, grinning like he knows something you don't. "Y'know," he says, nudging your shoulder, "if ya keep starin' at me like that, I might start thinkin' ya fancy me." His voice is teasing, but there's an underlying curiosity in his gaze.

Without thinking, without giving him time to make another joke, you grab the front of his shirt and kiss him. It's quick, but firm, and when you pull away, Sean is completely still, his mouth slightly open in shock.

For once in his life, Sean MacGuire is speechless. He blinks at you, as if trying to process what just happened, before a slow, wicked grin spreads across his face. "Well, shite," he breathes, his accent thicker than usual. "That was... unexpected." He lets out a breathless laugh before shaking his head. "Not that I'm complainin', mind ya."

Then, before you can say anything, he grabs your face and kisses you back, all heat and excitement, like he's been waiting for this moment just as much as you have. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, still grinning. "Y'know, if ya wanted a piece of ol' Sean, ya could've said so sooner," he teases, but his voice is softer now, more genuine. There's still laughter in his eyes, but also something else—something real. And just like that, whatever this thing between you and Sean is, it's no longer just a game.

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Kieran:

Your relationship with Kieran started off rocky, much like everyone else's in the gang. He was the outsider, the O'Driscoll-turned-hostage, and at first, you didn't know what to make of him. But as time went on, you saw the real him—the nervous, soft-spoken man who just wanted a place to belong. Unlike the others, you were kind to him, offering him small gestures of friendship when he needed them most. He grew attached to you quickly, often seeking you out just to talk or sit near you.

If Kieran suspected you had feelings for him, he never let on—mostly because he was too caught up in his own insecurities. He always assumed he wasn't worth that kind of affection, that you were just being kind because that's the kind of person you were. But what he didn't see was how your heart ached whenever he looked at you with those soft, uncertain eyes.

It's a quiet night in camp, and you find Kieran brushing down his horse near the edge of the trees, murmuring softly to the animal. The sight makes you smile—there's something so genuine about him, so unguarded. You approach, and he jumps slightly when he notices you, but then relaxes when he realizes it's just you.

You talk for a while, about nothing and everything, until the conversation drifts into something more personal. He admits, in a quiet voice, that he still isn't sure if he really belongs here. That maybe, one day, the gang will decide he isn't worth keeping around. The sadness in his voice breaks your heart, and before you can stop yourself, you reach out, gently cupping his face. He blinks up at you, startled, his lips parting like he's about to say something—but you don't let him. Instead, you lean in and kiss him, soft and deliberate.

Kieran freezes completely. For a second, you think you might have made a mistake—that he's going to pull away or panic. But then, slowly, his hands come up, shaking slightly, as if he isn't sure he's allowed to touch you. He kisses you back hesitantly, unsure at first, but when he realizes this is real, that you want this just as much as he does, he melts into it.

When you finally pull away, he's breathless, staring at you with wide, disbelieving eyes. "Well... that's, uh... that's real nice." He's still flustered, still trying to wrap his head around what just happened, but there's a light in his eyes now—a happiness he never thought he'd have. And as he shyly reaches for your hand, holding onto it like he's afraid you'll disappear, you know this moment has changed everything.

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Josiah:

Josiah Trelawny is a man of mystery—always appearing and disappearing, charming everyone in his path with his silver tongue and extravagant tales. From the moment you met him, he treated you with a particular fondness, always greeting you with a flourish and a playful remark. Unlike the others, he never hesitated to compliment you, to offer a sly smile. But beneath all his theatrics, you saw the real Trelawny—the man who loved the finer things, who longed for something beyond the outlaw life but was still tethered to it.

Your dynamic was built on flirtation and wit, a constant dance of teasing words and knowing glances. He absolutely knew you liked him—he could read people better than anyone, after all. But did he take it seriously? That was the real question.

It's a rare quiet evening, and you find yourself sitting with Josiah near the edge of camp, watching the sky as the sun starts to set. He's in one of his talkative moods, spinning some elaborate story about a time he outwitted the law in Saint Denis. You listen with amusement, but your mind is elsewhere—on the way he gestures with his hands, the way his voice lingers on certain words like a melody.

At some point, he catches you staring and smirks. "Now, now, my dear, you mustn't look at a man like that unless you intend to do something about it." His tone is teasing, but there's something more in his eyes—something knowing.

And so, you lean in and kiss him. It's slow, deliberate, a way of answering his challenge without a single word.

Josiah hums in surprise against your lips but doesn't hesitate to return the kiss, deepening it with a practiced ease. His hands move to your waist, pulling you in ever so slightly, like he's savoring the moment. When you pull back, he lets out a soft chuckle, tilting his head as he studies you with an amused gleam in his eyes.

"Well," he murmurs, his voice lower now, more intimate. "I must say, I do love a woman of action." He brushes a thumb against your cheek, his expression softer than usual, though still carrying that ever-present mischief. "But tell me... was this a fleeting impulse, or have I truly captured your heart?"

It's clear he's still playing his usual game, but there's something genuine beneath his words. He may be a man of theatrics, but he's also a man who understands emotion, who knows the difference between a passing fancy and something real. And as he watches you, waiting for your answer, you realize this isn't just another story for him—this moment, this kiss, is as real as anything he's ever had.

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Charles:

Since you met, you and Charles have had frequent deep convictions. From the start, there was an unspoken understanding between the two of you—one built on mutual respect and quiet companionship. While others filled the camp with noise and chaos, you found comfort in the rare moments of stillness you shared with him. Whether it was hunting together, tending to the horses, or simply sitting by the fire in silence, you always felt safe with Charles.

You weren't sure if he knew how you felt—Charles was observant, but he was also humble, never assuming too much. If he noticed your lingering glances or the way you always seemed to gravitate toward him, he never mentioned it. And yet, there was something in the way he looked at you sometimes, something soft and knowing, as if he was just waiting for you to make the first move.

It's late in the evening, and the two of you are returning from a long hunting trip, the quiet of the woods stretching between you. The air is crisp, the moon casting a soft glow over the trees, and for once, there's no urgency—no gang, no danger, just the two of you. As you walk side by side, you steal a glance at Charles, watching the way the light catches his features, the quiet ease in his expression.

Something about the moment feels perfect. Without thinking too much, you stop walking, reaching out to gently tug his arm. He turns to you, brow slightly furrowed in question, but before he can say anything, you kiss him—soft, hesitant, but full of meaning.

Charles stills, completely taken by surprise. For a moment, you worry you might have misread everything—but then, his hands come up to cradle your face, careful and deliberate, as he kisses you back. It's slow and steady, just like him, as if he's making sure you know exactly how much this means to him. When you finally pull away, he doesn't let go immediately, his fingers lingering on your skin as he searches your eyes.

"You sure about this?" he asks softly, his voice low but steady. Not because he doesn't want it—because he wants to be absolutely certain you do.

When you nod, a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips, warm and genuine. "Good," he murmurs, pressing his forehead against yours. And just like that, the quiet understanding between you deepens, shifting into something undeniable—something real.

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John:

You and John have always had an easy, natural friendship. He's rough around the edges, stubborn as hell, and constantly trying to prove himself, but you've always seen through the bravado to the man underneath. You tease him when he gets himself into trouble, patch him up when he takes a beating, and stand by him when he needs someone in his corner.

John, for all his recklessness, isn't exactly the most observant when it comes to emotions—especially his own. If he's noticed your feelings for him, he hasn't let on, too caught up in his own struggles to realize how much you care. But he's always been comfortable with you, always sought you out when he needed someone to talk to, even if he'd never admit it out loud.

It's late, and most of the camp has gone to sleep. You and John are sitting near the dying embers of the fire, the conversation drifting from old stories to the future—what you both want out of life, if there's anything waiting beyond this outlaw existence. There's something unusually quiet about him tonight, something thoughtful, and you find yourself watching him as he stares into the fire, lost in his own thoughts.

"You ever think about just... leaving?" he asks suddenly, glancing at you. "Starting over somewhere?"

You hesitate for only a second before answering. "Yeah. I do."

He nods slowly, as if turning over the idea in his mind, then looks at you properly. And for once, there's no smirk, no attempt at bravado—just John, open and uncertain. Something about the moment makes your heart ache, and before you can second-guess yourself, you lean in and kiss him. It's soft, careful, like you're afraid he'll pull away.

John tenses up at first, caught completely off guard. His brain seems to take a second to catch up with what's happening, but then, just as you start to pull away, he chases after you, pressing his lips back against yours in a way that's almost desperate—like he doesn't want to let the moment slip away. His hands come up, hesitantly at first, but then they settle against your waist, pulling you closer.

When you finally part, he blinks at you, looking equal parts shocked and breathless. "Well, uh... that was—" He rubs the back of his neck, stumbling over his words, before finally settling on a lopsided grin. "Guess I shoulda done that a long time ago."

He laughs, a little nervous but genuine, and shakes his head. "You're gonna have to be patient with me, y'know. I ain't exactly good at this sort of thing."

You smile, squeezing his hand. "Good thing I'm patient, then."

John lets out a breath, his smile turning softer. "Yeah... yeah, it is." And just like that, something between you shifts—something real, something neither of you can walk away from now.

-

Lenny:

You have always had an easy camaraderie with Lenny—quick-witted banter, shared laughs, and an unspoken trust that runs deeper than words. While others in the gang see Lenny as the sharp, ambitious young outlaw with a bright future, you see the man behind the gun—the one who dreams of something better, who carries the weight of his past with quiet resilience.

Lenny has always enjoyed your company, but whether he realizes your feelings for him is another story. He's smart, but when it comes to romance, he's a little oblivious—too focused on surviving and making something of himself to think that someone might look at him that way. You don't mind, though. You know him well enough to understand that sometimes, he just needs a push.

The two of you are sitting near the edge of camp, away from the noise of the others, passing a bottle of whiskey between you. It's a rare, peaceful moment, and Lenny is in a particularly reflective mood, talking, about how he wonders what his life would've been like if things had turned out different.

"You ever think about what you'd do if you weren't runnin' with this gang?" he asks, tilting his head to look at you.

"All the time," you admit, watching the way the firelight flickers against his face.

He huffs out a small laugh, shaking his head. "Damn shame, huh? Feels like we ain't got much of a choice."

You hesitate for only a second before reaching out, gently brushing your fingers against his. "Maybe not. But that doesn't mean we can't have something good while we're here."

Lenny turns to you fully now, brow furrowing slightly as he studies your face. "What do you mean by—" But you don't let him finish. Instead, you lean in and kiss him, slow and deliberate, giving him the chance to pull away if he wants to.

For a moment, Lenny is completely still, like his brain is short-circuiting trying to process what's happening. Then, all at once, he exhales against your lips and kisses you back, a little clumsy at first, but warm and eager. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, as if he needs to make sure this is real, that you're really here, really kissing him.

When you finally pull away, he blinks at you, then lets out a breathless laugh. "Well, damn," he says, shaking his head. "I did not see that comin'."

There's a pause, then a slow, growing grin spreads across his face. "Not that I'm complainin', of course."

You chuckle, nudging his shoulder. "Good."

He looks at you for a long moment, his smile softening just a little. "Y'know," he says thoughtfully, "I think this might just be the best thing to happen to me in a long time."

And just like that, whatever was between you before is something more now—something real, something worth holding onto, even in a world as uncertain as this one.

[solaris-amethyst]

🪻By Merlins beard!🪻

✨Pairing: Prince!Yeosang x gn!magician!reader ✨Prompt: Prince Yeosang can't help but sneak out every single day to find you, the magician, who lives in the forest much to the royal advisors and the kings dismay. But how can he not when he yearns to spend time with you and see all that you can do. ✨Genre: fantasy au, royal au, non idol au, romance, medieval au, dragons (not a genre but they’re important in the story), slightly bbc Merlin inspired, ✨Word count: 10k ☀️Authors note: I don't know how I ended up with 10k words for this one shot but I've been working on it for a long time now... Been listening to piano versions of old barbie songs so I had so much nostalgia when writing this one shot😭💓 Also I love prince Yeosang so much🥺🫶🏻

Ever since Yeosang was a child he was fascinated with magic and magical creatures. He would run around in the palace searching for faeries in the garden and dragons in the treasure rooms. He would tell his parents about how trolls existed and that they stole your socks but only the left ones despite the fact that some of his father's royal advisors tried to tell him that was not factually correct.

Trolls stole other things like gold, not socks had this elderly man said to him when he was young but Yeosang had just stated that he obviously did not know what he was talking about.

As a child he would often find himself following the royal magician around. It didn’t matter where he was, Yeosang would find him one way or another, he was an older man, even older than his father, who knew all sorts of things but Yeosangs favorite thing was when he did magic. His eyes would glow a golden hue when he did and a beautiful light would start dancing around his palms.

He had spent many days trying to do exactly what he had done but was never able to conjure up any magic. Much to his disappointment, he wanted to be able to create wonderful things like the magician.

His father was not all too pleased with the fact that his son and heir had his head filled with thoughts of only magic and magical creatures and not about what he needed to learn as the crown prince.

At one point as a child Yeosang started to avoid his lessons in favor of hanging out in the magicians room and help him sort out his books or even make potions if he was lucky! But every time he did that he got berated by his father the very same evening, his teachers would go and tell the king that he had been avoiding or skipping his lessons about war strategies, sword fighting and all the other boring stuff Yeosang really did not want to learn at all.

He was absolutely devastated the day he learned that his father had decided to banish the old magician from the castle, telling him to leave and never come back because he was too much of a distraction for the young prince and only filled his head with nonsense. Yeosang had protested loudly and even promised to go to all of his lessons and study hard if the magician got to stay but the king had refused saying this was for the greater good of his future.

Yeosang had cried himself to sleep that night.

Many years later, he as an adult still yearns to see magic again. Yearns to explore the world, visit dragons and perhaps even find a treasure of his own. Being a prince was boring, everyone was telling him how to act or be, to coverup every single imperfection according to his ladies in waiting which included his birthmarks and just about every single thing that made him, well, him.

He absolutely hated it.

What was so wrong about his birthmarks? It made him unique and he remembers the old magician who got sent away telling him that he had been blessed by dragons as a child and that the birthmark was proof of that. He remembers being surprised and in awe at that, had he really been blessed by dragons when he was born? It felt impossible with the way his father was but the magician had insisted that it was in fact true.

That had caused little Yeosang to dream about meeting dragons one day.

Unfourtunatly it seems as though currently that will be impossible with the way his father has made sure he won't go anywhere else that is not to his lessons, his own room or the throne room.

But lately he had heard the servants talking in low hushed whispers. The sign of a new magician near his home. The rumors say this new person moved into a little hut near the lake which isn't far from the protective walls surrounding the city in which the castle is located in.

He could feel that familiar itch again appearing of wanting to get away and explore the world whenever he heard the gossip about the new magician. Perhaps he could sneak out? Go and visit this person and see if maybe they could help him.

"-sang. Yeosang! Are you paying attention?!" A gruff voice asked in a cold tone whilst snapping a pair of fingers in front of him.

"O-oh I'm sorry Lord Kim I did not mean to drift away." He apologized trying to seem apologetic when he was far from it. Lord Kim held his classes about history and normally Yeosang liked history but the way it was taught to him was full of hate and violence towards people who used magic, towards anything that was different from normal regular humans and Yeosang hated it so much. He much preferred when Lord Kims son, Hongjoong, held in the history lessons because Hongjoong never spewed the same kind of hate as his own father did.

"You need to pay attention! It is important for you to know all of this to know what to avoid when you are king. You need to know how bad everything that isn't like us is." Lord Kim continued and Yeosang had to fight hard not to roll his eyes.

Lord Kim continue to talk and Yeosang was listening half heartedly, his mind was thinking about how to sneak out from the castle after this class to visit the new magician and from what he could come up with the best idea was to go down to the stable and sneak out with his horse.

Perhaps he could bribe some of the servants to not tell his father or anyone else that he was leaving from the back so he wouldn't get caught. Yeosang decides that yes, that is something he can do. If he tells them he will pay them two months worth of salary additional to their usual salary they might agree to keep it a secret.

“My prince I think this is enough lessons for today, you clearly have a lot on your mind after sword practice. Perhaps my prince wants to go back and practice what he’s learnt?” Lord Kim questions and Yeosang finds himself agreeing immediately, having no problem lying to get out of the lesson.

“Yes Lord Kim, I don’t know how you did it but you’ve read my thoughts. I just couldn’t stop thinking about what I learned at today's sword fighting lesson and I want to go to my room and practice my form if that’s okay? After all, as the future king I need to know my forms so I won’t embarrass my kingdom and people if I ever need to duel.” He says smoothly and he can see the lords proud smile, approving of what he is saying.

“The king will be very pleased to hear about this my prince. He is eager for you to learn more about fighting. Perhaps you can partake in this years tournament and bring pride to him and the kingdom for once.” His teachers says and Yeosangs eyes glint with a mellow fury at the notion that he could finally make his father proud. As if Yeosang hadn’t done everything he could to please his father ever since he was a kid and nothing worked.

The only person who had seemingly been proud of him was the magician.

And now, thanks to his father he was no longer here. Yeosang didn’t even know if he was still alive, it wouldn’t surprise him if his father had ordered for him to be sentenced to death because he took so much of Yeosangs attention.

Yeosang is quick to leave the lesson once he is dismissed and he walks towards his room just so no one can say he wasn’t heading there after he said he’d be there to practice his forms. He tries not to run but oh is it hard not to. He wants to sprint to the stables but he knows it will garner too much attention if he does. He has to walk slow, has to walk normally as if he got no place to be and is just wandering about as he often does.

Eventually Yeosang reaches the stables and finds his horse and he quickly puts on the saddle and everything and when he starts leading her out he sees the head of the royal stables so he calls them over.

"My prince?" The head asks as he bows deeply to Yeosang.

"I need you to not tell a single soul that I've gone out of the back on my horse. Please, I'll give you two months worth of salary together with your monthly salary this month if you promise not to tell my father or anyone else that I'm going on a little trip by myself." He tells him in hushed whispers and he can see that the man in front of him looks at him in shock.

"My prince, I'm not so sure I can lie to the king if he came asking me." He says worriedly and Yeosang can understand his worries.

"I understand but please, I beg of you, don't tell anyone. I'll make sure you won't get in trouble, I'll cover for you if needed be. Just please. I need to get out of the castle for a while." Yeosang pleaded to the man who eventually gives in with a small nod.

"Thank you sir, oh thank you so much. This means more than you can imagine! Trust me you will be handsomely rewarded for this. I won't forget this." Yeosang says as he quickly gets up on his horse.

Yeosang makes sure that once he's out through the back doors he allows his horse to go in full speed canter, the wind blowing wonderfully through his hair as the feeling of flying enters his chest. Nothing beats sitting on his horse as they canter through the world. The rhythmic feeling of the hooves touching the ground and his horse breathes coming out in short bursts as they both enjoy this moment together.

Yeosang makes sure to ride near the trees so if anyone in the castle were to spot him from a window they wouldn't instantly recognize that it's the crown prince sneaking away from his duties in the castle.

And with that he makes his way towards you and your little hut, eager to meet the new magician and perhaps find some joy in his life again.

Back at your hut you're walking around, gathering your things and cleaning. It was easy to clean when magic was at your disposal, brushes and mops would move and help you clean your hut. The windows were open and the sun was shining right into your home.

"Perhaps I should capture some of the lovely sun rays for a future potion." You murmur before finding a vial which would allow you to take a part of a sun ray and save it for the future.

Sun rays were hard to collect so when you had the opportunity to collect them you would. You moved in silence and as you held up the vial to the sun flittering in from the window your eyes glowed a golden hue as you used your magic to help you with collecting what you needed.

"There we go. Thank you." You say as a piece of the sun falls into your vial to which you quickly put on the lock to make sure it won't disappear.

As you go to put it in your cupboard where you got other important and priceless artifacts you hear in the distance the sound of hooves running and a horse breathing deeply coming closer and closer.

"A guest?" You question to no one in particular, glancing back at the door with curiosity.

Not many had come to visit you when you moved into this cottage, someone from the castle had been sent by the king to tell you to not make scene or make people think magic was a good thing and he wouldn't have a problem with you residing so close to his kingdom.

You had thought it was weird, the way the messenger had read the message. Magic could be both a good and bad thing, it all depended on who was wielding it. You guessed he had had a bad experience with magic in the past for him to not want you to use your magic for good and show people it's not that bad. Not that it would stop you, you'd use your magic as you saw fitting. Helping people when needed, healing and so on. Not even the king could stop you in that regard.

Knock knock.

You walk to the door and open it, curious to see who could be visiting you today.

"Hello?"

"Good afternoon!"

The man in front of you were gorgeous, his clothing were that of royalty, prim and proper, your eyes trailed up to his face and you had to take a breath in at the beauty which was in front of you. The man was gorgeous, you noted all details about him and even noticed he had a birthmark near his eye. A blessing by the dragons you noted. His hair was a golden hue radiating the same way the sun was from her spot high up in the sky and that's when you noticed it.

A crown.

A crown rested on his head.

"Oh my lord?" You question after coming to the conclusion that this must be the prince. Had it been the king it would have been big and pompous with the way he'd come visit you.

"Yeosang! Please, call me Yeosang." The young prince quickly told you.

"Okay okay, Yeosang? May I ask as to why you are visiting me? I was not aware you'd come, otherwise I would have made sure the place was suitable for a prince." You tell him and you can see him shake his head.

"Oh, no one knows I'm here visiting you."

"They don't?"

"No! Father doesn't really like magic and magic users but I find it fascinating and well, I wanted to come visit you!" Yeosang tells you happily, you notice the eagerness in his voice and you can't help but smile.

"Well in that case, it would be rude of me not to invite you inside. Please come inside Yeosang. My name is Y/n by the way." You tell him as you step aside to let him in and he beams brighter than you've ever seen someone smile before.

"Thank you so much!" He says before taking a step inside. Yeosang glances around the hut with wonders in his eyes.

This is what he's been missing in his life.

Your hut is so full of personality he notes and it feels so cozy. It makes him feel more at home than he's ever felt in the castle. When his eyes spots the moving broom he can't help but gasp loudly before spinning to look at you.

"Is that your doing?!"

"It is." You chuckle at his childlike wonder as he let's out a little wow at your response.

"This is amazing. I-wow! Imagine being able to live and experience this every day." He says walking around the room checking everything out.

"It's not something super special, it's just one way of living." You tell him and he turns to you with a shy look.

"I wish I could live like this instead of being a prince."

"Why can't you? You're the prince should you not be able to do whatever you want without anyone telling you any different?" You ask curiously and he sighs shaking his head.

"No, my father hates magic for some reason, he always makes a point of saying there's them and us when in reality there's not much of a difference between us you know?" He tells you before continuing. "He's making sure I follow a strict schedule that he has approved of, I don't get to do anything I enjoy by myself nor do I get to choose what I want. I have to do exactly what he wants or else there will be consequences."

"And yet here you are in my hut." You muse as you realize he must have sneaked away to come visit you.

"And yet here I am." He chuckles before looking at you again and you can't help but question as your eyes land on the birthmark again: "Did you know you've been blessed by the dragons?"

The prince lights up at that and leans forward.

"I've been told that once before when I was a child by the royal magician before he was banished by my father because I would go to him every single day instead of going to my lessons. Although I do not know what that means." He admits shyly.

"Perhaps you can tell me?" He asks you curiously and you smile before nodding.

"Of course, I'd be happy to tell you." You say, walking up to your shelf and picking out a very special book before walking to your table and sitting down on one of the chairs motioning for him to also go and sit down in the chair in front of you.

Once he's sat you start: "Being blessed by dragons are a rare thing, it does not happen often which makes you very special Yeosang. Dragons are mythical beings, renowned for their magic and knowledge of the world."

Yeosang listens to every word you tell him with wonder, his heart is beating a bit faster at what you're telling him. If it's because he's longed for a moment like this, surrounded by magic and the unknown or perhaps it's because he's in front of you, who happens to be very beautiful in his eyes.

Whichever it is it makes butterflies erupt within him.

"Dragons are deities and once every millennia or so they choose to bless someone and when they do great things are destined to happen." You open the book and your eyes glow a golden hue causing the prince to gasp once more and stare at you with wonder and you can see his hands twitch when he notices that your hands are glowing a faint gold as the letters on the pages you had opened begin to move before the sillouhette of a dragon appears above the book.

"Oh wow it's beautiful." Yeosang murmurs, the dragon and it's scales is the very color of his birthmarks and he feels drawn to the beautiful creature.

"That my Yeosang is the dragon bonded to you." You tell him and the shock on his face makes you smile.

"B-bonded? To me?" He whispers in disbelief "What do you mean by that?" He looks at you as if you're speaking another language.

"When a dragon blesses someone they also bond with that person. You were blessed as a mere babe by this dragon, which means the two of you are destined to meet and destined for greatness." You tell him with a soft smile, the glow from your magic casting a beautiful glow over the man in front of you.

"Me... with a dragon?"

"A dragon lord." You say.

Yeosangs eyes goes once again back to the beautiful creature in front of him. The dragon seems tall, it's snout long with horns coming out from the back of its head and from certain angles it looks like a crown Yeosang notes. The scales are beautiful the way they glisten red and he notes that the dragons eyes are golden.

Just like yours.

Yeosang has to blink twice when he thought he saw your eyes twinkle as he looked between the dragon and you. He must be imagining things was what he told himself as he focused back on the silhouette of the dragon.

"Will I ever get to meet this dragon?" He asks quietly, you study his face and note that he almost looks worried like you would tell him no or let him know you had been lying this whole time.

"When the time is right this dragon will find you. But it's important to know while you are a dragon lord that does not mean you are also equal. Far too many think being blessed by a dragon and being a dragon lord or lady means they are equal with the dragons and thus they try to abuse their powers. But that will always result in dire consequences." You tell him and he nods at your words.

"I'd never abuse my power or relationship to anyone I swear! I am not like my father or many in his council." He tells you, disgust clear in his tone.

His eyes tells you he means it, his eyes looks angry as he thinks back to how those he mentioned acts towards others who cannot benefit them on their way to gain power or riches.

"I believe you Yeosang."

"Thank you, I wish I could do something to change the way they see it all. It will only bring us ruin and destruction." He sighs before he remembers what you said.

"You said there would be dire consequences if you tried to abuse your power as a dragon lord. What would those consequences be?" He asks curiously and you smile a little glancing down at the book before looking up at him again.

"Well, one lord was scorched to death when he started to abuse his power and try to use the dragon which had blessed him and had bonded with him. Another dragon ate her lady when she did awful things. I heard a story of a dragon trampling his lord and his men to death. A dragon will stop at nothing to make sure the lord or lady cannot live further on if they do bad things." You say, making sure you get your tone across so he understands that you are not joking with him.

"Oh... that sounds brutal but also perhaps necessary. Not that I wish death upon anyone but I can see why the dragons did what they did. If someone thinks they can use their dragons for bad things which then could cause some to want to hunt them to perhaps extinction or to capture them as their own war puppets. Of course they'd put a stop to that." He muses and his face flushes when he sees you smile at him.

"You are a wise man Yeosang, this kingdom is lucky to have you as its future heir. A prosperous time will come once you ascend the throne." You tell him kindly.

Yeosang stares at you for a good while. He can't help it, there is something about you that he's drawn to and he wants to know more. Perhaps it's the way you talk to him, the kindness but also mysteriousness or maybe the way you look at him?

"Would you like something to drink?" You ask him as you stand up, walking over to your fireplace where you have a pot brewing some herbal tea you had put together earlier in the day.

"Oh that would be lovely thank you." He says with a smile and you feel yourself smile wider when you spot his adorable smile.

"I'm afraid I do not have anything to go with it though. Had I known I'd have visitors today I would have splurged on a cake or something." You say bashfully, feeling bad you got nothing to share with him other than a cup of tea.

"Oh no! Please just tea is fine by me! You do not have to get me anything else." He assures you quickly, his hands waving timidly in front of him.

"Are you sure? You must be used to getting a lot of things when you have your tea at the castle?" You wonder and he scrunches his nose again in that adorable way.

"Too many options really! I'm fine with just a cup, it's cozier that way. A cup of nice tea and a book and getting cozy in a nice armchair and reading the day away." Yeosang get's a dreamy look on his face which causes you to giggle.

"It's a good way to relax I guess?"

"It is and it's a great way to escape all duties they wanna push on me." He tells you and he mumbles the last part as if the council members who teach his lesson could hear what he was saying all the way back here.

"Oh I understand. I used to be the same from time to time when I was learning to hone my magic under my teacher." You tell him with a chuckle. "My teacher always wanted me to practice on the really boring things of magic or learn how to do the same thing over and over and over and over again. He claimed it was good for me but honestly I felt it stumped me in my journey with becoming one with my magical powers." You say as you flick your wrist, your eyes glowing golden again and two cups fly over to you, the tea floating up and into the cups before one float over to Yeosang who's mouth is hanging open at your magical display.

"You better close your mouth or you might catch a fly or two Yeosang." You laugh and his cheeks grow a tomato red color.

He coughs a few times into his fist before he quickly takes a sip of the tea.

"Careful it's hot!" "Ow ow ow ow ow!"

"Don't say I didn't try and warn you." You sigh as Yeosang nurses his burnt tongue.

"Perhaps I should have cooled it down a bit, now I've burnt the Prince of this kingdom with my tea. What's next? I by accident hit him with my broom?" You ask no one, feeling ridiculous that you've made such a rookie mistake and Yeosang who overhears your mumbling can't help but giggle despite the fact that his tongue is hurting.

"Are you laughing at my hardships?!" You look at him with wide eyes and an offended tone and he laughs louder but this time he has the decency to hide behind his hand.

"I'm so sorry but it's a little bit funny seeing you fuss over me this way. I just burnt my tongue and that was my fault not yours and if you hit me with your broom I'd be honored." He says earnestly causing you to snort.

"You'd be honored if I by accident hit you with my magical broom?"

"Yeah."

"Why?" You question tilting your head to the side trying to understand his logic better and he just shrugs.

"I don't know, perhaps it's just nice knowing that someone could do that and wouldn't immediately get in trouble for it or pretend I'm made of glass." He tells you before leaning forward. "Most people who hurt me even on accident get straightened out or punished by my father's council. The only time I'm allowed to get hurt according to them is in sword fighting lessons otherwise it's expected of me to not get a single scratch and it's exhausting. I wanna be able to roughhouse or have someone hit me teasingly or such without having to worry if they will be hurt because of it."

"I hope you're not blaming yourself for that Yeosang? What they do is not your fault. You did not ask them to do so nor did you ask them to implement stupid rules like that." Your voice comes out strong and steadfast and Yeosang finds himself finding comfort in it.

It's like your reassuring voice wraps a blanket around him with the promise of safety and comfort and he can't help but want to hear more of it.

"You really think so Y/n?" The way he speaks makes it sound like he can't really grasp that you don't put blame on him for that.

"Of course I do. It would be ridiculous to blame you for the wrongdoings of others and though I have just met you I can guess you've tried to make them stop but they haven't listened so instead, perhaps, you have taken to distance yourself from people who you otherwise were close with just so they won't be hurt." You say and by the stunned look on his face you have hit the jackpot.

"H-how did you know." He stammers out in shock, his fingers twitching around his cup and you shrug.

"You are an honest and open book, you do not seem like someone who would want others to get in trouble because of you so it seems logical that you'd distance yourself so no one would get hurt for simply doing the "wrong" thing around you or towards you." You say walking up to him with a small smile.

"You truly are a magician with the way you know all of these things."

"I can show you more about dragons if you'd like?" You question, glancing back at the dragon still hovering over the book and the man in front of you lights up and nods.

"Oh please do! I want to learn everything about your world."

You chuckle as you take your seat in front of him again with an appreciative nod.

"It's our world Yeosang, there is no your and my world, just our world. We all exist in the same world after all. Magic exists everywhere, it's in the very heart of our world but not everyone can harness it. Some of us are born with these abilities to harness it and no one really know why anymore."

"I heard that the high priestesses of old knew why and it's because the earth is willing to give back to those who have a pure heart or are destined for great things." He says excitedly and you laugh.

"Yes you are correct Yeosang."

The two of you continue to talk about dragons, druids, magicians and everything you've experienced as you've traveled the world. That's how the two of you become close friends, Yeosang is more than happy to share information with you and help you out with tasks he's never done before and the beaming smile you get whenever you tell him he's doing a good job makes your fondness of him grow stronger.

After that day Yeosang couldn't stay away. He'd find countless of different ways of sneaking out of the kingdom to go visit you, you heard rumors that some thought the prince was running off to meet a forbidden lover. That would make you snort, if only the whole kingdom and his father knew the young crown prince spent his time with you, learning about magic, brewing potions and being happy.

Whenever he came he'd take off his crown and put it away as he spent time with you, you had once asked him about it and he said it made him feel more relaxed, like he could finally be himself without the judgment or the pressure the crown came with. The both of you knew though that the king was not happy with how the crown prince would disappear and no one knew where he'd go.

Sure there were rumors as to where he'd go but no one truly knew. If the king knew where he was you'd surely loose your head.

It had been almost a whole month since that fateful day where he came knocking on your door and the two of you had grown closer in ways most would deem too close.

"Yeosang... I think you need to lay low for a while and not come see me." You say as you dry the flowers and bones you needed for a potion.

"What?!" Yeosang looks up from the book he's been reading eagerly with a shocked face.

"Y-you don't want me here anymore?" He asks, his voice quivering and you're quick to shake your head.

"No it is not like that Sangie, the king, he's not happy. I've heard the whispers of his fury with you when I visit the city. I fear he might lock you up if you avoid your lessons the way you have been doing to come here." You say gently, not wanting him to get in trouble.

"So you want me to lay low for a while? Before I can come back?" He asks unsure and you nod.

"Exactly that. For your safety." You tell him and he thinks for a while before sighing, obviously not liking it at all.

"You're right... father has become more and more frustrated and I know the lords are as well. Perhaps I need to attend all of my lessons and such for a while so they will get off my back." He admits with a pout.

"We will see each other again Sangie, it's not like we'll never see each other again. Just three or four weeks and it will all be fine again." You card your hand through his blond locks and he leans back into your touch, closing his eyes.

"C-can I have something of yours with me as I go back to the castle?" He asks quietly, eyes still closed as he takes in the warmth of your hand.

You've truly started to care for Yeosang more than you perhaps want to admit. Admitting it would make it so real and you're not so sure you can do that yet. Not when the king is still out there, unhappy with people like you and if he knew his son where spending time with you and that you're starting to get feelings for him it would be the end of you.

"Of course Sangie, I will give you something special of mine." You step away from him and a little whine of dissatisfaction escapes his lips as he opens his eyes following as you walk over to a cupboard you always kept locked.

You open the cupboard with shaky hands. You look at the amulet which is laying there, its red and the gemstone in the middle of the necklace is glowing softly, emitting a warm feeling. You pick it up and it's pulsing with life and for a moment you hesitate, wondering if what you're thinking of doing truly is a good thing to do.

But when you hear Yeosang shuffle behind you, you know it is the right thing to do.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" He asks worriedly, you look tense and he doesn't like it at all. "You don't have to gift me that if it's something you care about a lot." He says standing up wanting to go over to you and make you less tense but he's unsure if you'd appreciate him hugging you or not.

"N-no, I want you to have this Sangie, I've always meant to give this to someone very special and to me that is you." You say as you turn around with the amulet in hand.

"This amulet is very dear to me, it holds a part of me and as you can feel." You place it gently in his hand and his eyes widen when he feel the heat radiating from it. "It is quiet warm but there is no need to be afraid, it will never overheat."

"It almost feels like it's alive." He mumbles as he looks at the pretty amulet.

"I'll always know when you hold it, if you need to talk or need comfort you can hold it close to you and I'll be able to feel if you need comfort or help." You tell him.

"So it's a way for us to communicate?"

"In a way it is."

"Thank you. I'll take great care of it, no harm will come to it and I'll never take it off." Yeosang beams before he goes in for a hug, his arms wrapping around you gently as he hugs you and you allow your own hands to snake up his back as you hug him back.

It’s comforting and warm, something about the embrace stills your racing thoughts and the worries you’ve had these past few days washes away. Everything will be okay.

Yeosang will be safe.

That's what you tell yourself over and over before the young prince lets go of you.

"I'm sorry was that too abrupt? I don't know what came over me I-" He starts but you shush him gently by putting your hand over his mouth.

"It's okay Yeosang, I didn't mind the hug, in fact thank you. I think I needed that to calm down. I've been worried and a bit anxious these past days." You give him a smile and his cheeks turns a pretty strawberry red.

"Oh umm you're welcome." He mumbles trying to hide his face from you and failing which causes you to laugh.

"You don't have to hide from me my dear."

That just causes Yeosangs face to turn even redder and he leans down hiding his face in your shoulder whilst whining that you shouldn't tease him like that. It only causes you to laugh louder at his reaction before you gently but firmly push him away from you.

"Now now none of that, let's have a final drink together before I let you sneak back to the castle." You tell him as you use your magic to pour up two cups of tea for you both, handing one over to him before taking your own.

"I'll really miss this." He mumbles into his cup and you nod.

"I'll miss it as well but these three weeks will fly by quickly and then you'll be here again. Perhaps you can use all you have learned here to improve things in the castle?" You ask, curious if he'd think that would be a good idea.

"They'll probably force me to take all the classes I've missed." He groans realizing he's gonna have to listen to another of Lord Kims or Lord Parks rambles which will as Yeosang has described to you, bore him to death.

"Oh you'll manage! You did before right?"

"I did but it was so boring. I was day dreaming most of the time, like Lord Kim rambles on in a monotone voice it ends up making my head spin because of it. Sure if it's his son, Hongjoong, who teaches the lessons they're actually fun and interesting and filled with information but most of the time I'm not so lucky to have him as my teacher." Yeosang laments and you tilt your head.

"Can't you just request him as your teacher?"

"I-" He stops what he's doing and looks at you in shock "I've never tried that before... perhaps I should try? Maybe it would work?" He questions and you shrug.

"You could always say you find learning easier when it's from someone your own age?" You wonder and he nods, looking like it might actually work what you're suggesting.

"I will try that once I get back." Yeosang stops himself from saying back home, because the castle no longer feels like home.

Your hut however does.

He wants to say it, say that this is his home. But he's not sure yet if he can admit that, admit to his feelings and all his thoughts. Ever since he came to visit you for the first time almost a whole month ago he has been feeling more and more at home in your hut.

Your steady presence calms him down to the point where he can forget everything and just enjoy life. He can enjoy gardening with you and get his hands dirty when he replants some of your garden plants which he could never do back at the castle. But Yeosangs favorite thing has become watching you use your magic, your eyes glow a golden hue illuminating your already golden eyes and a golden light would emit from your hands.

It was a warm light and he’d feel all fuzzy and warm on the inside when he saw it. You were absolutely breathtaking in those moments and he couldn’t fathom why his father and his council hated on people like you so much. There was so much life and wonder in what you did and you and your magic were a force for good. He’d seen you heal his people, care for them. The two of you would make medicines and potions and then you’d go into the city and distribute them to whomever would need it.

“I’m sure it will work your way Sangie.” Your voice breaks him out of his daydreams and he feels his heart swell at your nickname, he finds himself wondering if you only give nicknames to people you care deeply about.

“But now you really have to go or else I fear the king will send out search parties.” You urge him to actually get out and on his horse and get back to the castle before it’s too late and begrudgingly he does listen to you. Trudging over to the door, stopping to put on his coat and allowing you to put on his crown on the top of his head before you open the door for him.

“Well see each other soon enough.” You smile at him giving his hand a squeeze, he’d be fine, he had your amulet with him. Harm would not come his way and you knew that, you’d never allow harm to come across his gentle soul again.

“I’ll miss you.” Is all he says before giving your hand a little kiss and then he’s off. He gets up on his horse quickly and you stand there in the door opening watching him ride back to the city until you no longer can see him.

“Goodbye my dear, I will watch over you from afar.” You mumble quietly, the words coming out as a rumble deep from your chest.

You can feel the shift in the air, a storm is coming and change as well. A gentle fatigue starts settling in your bones and all you can do is sit down on your bed as you know what is to happen in the next few weeks.

For Yeosang, the ride back to the castle was pure torture. He absolutely hated leaving you and all he really wanted to do was turn his horse around and go back to you. The only thing that made him power through and continue forward was the amulet hanging near his chest, it was warm and it made his skin tingle.

These three weeks would fly by and then he'd be back in your arms again.

These three weeks were unfortunately not flying by for Yeosang. When it was noticed he was actually staying in the castle and going to all of his lessons the young prince were escorted everywhere in the castle.

Going to the throne room? Escorted. Walking to his lessons? Escorted. Trying to be alone in his room? A servant or a lady in waiting would always try to be in his room so he could not be alone at all and it was slowly driving him insane.

He knew his father would do anything to keep him inside the castle once he got the opportunity to do so and it took everything in him not to scream whenever someone wanted to be with him. All he really wanted to do was to run back to you, you'd allow him the freedom he wanted to have, never did you judge him for what he wanted to do and you encouraged him to do what he felt was right at any given moment.

Currently Yeosang was alone in his room, it was the second week of his torture here in the castle and he had finally convinced everyone to let him be alone in his room. There was no way he could escape from it, out of the window was out of the question and he had no hidden door to run out of so he was currently stuck here.

At least he wasn't stuck in any of Lord Kims lectures.

The amulet was shining a dim light in his hand, its warmth pulsed like a beating heart. His thumb gently caressed it as he thought of you, were you okay? Were you also missing him? Was this just as torterous for you as it was for him?

All these questions swam around in his head as he stared at the amulet. He had taken to analyze it over the past few days, the way it shone golden reminded him of your eyes. The way it shone a gentle golden hue, like the sun rays as the gentle dawn or like the gold on his crown. Today he noticed something new he had not noticed before.

The red surrounding the gold looked like scales. Yeosang brought it up closer to inspect with his gentle eyes.

"It looks like dragon scales." He mumbles to himself before closing his eyes and imagining the dragon you had conjured for him on the first day you two had met.

Perhaps that dragon had gifted you this amulet?

Suddenly the amulet flickered lightly, its warmth going out for a second and Yeosang could feel the panic settling in immediately.

That couldn't be good.

You told him it was connected to you so you'd know he was okay. What if this meant you weren't okay? He could feel his heart start racing, he needed to find you, needed to make sure you were okay.

Yeosang stood up abruptly from where he had been sitting, he was already marching towards the door when it opened, Lord Park stood there with a smile. It wasn't a kind smile and Yeosang felt slightly unnerved seeing the elderly man smile at him.

"Lord Park. To what do I have the honor of having you barge into my room?" He asked as he slowly but surely hid his hand holding the amulet behind his back.

"The king has requested your presence in the throne room. He has some things to discuss with you."

"Fine. Lead the way."

Yeosang was not going to let himself get intimidated by his father's men anymore. A few months ago he would have cowered and done anything to be in his father's good books but now? Now he wouldn't cower, he wouldn't do anything to please him especially not now when he's terrified something bad has happened to you due to the amulet flickering like it did earlier.

The walk to the throne room is silent. The castle is eerily silent and he feels slightly on edge. Whatever is about to happen isn't good and Yeosang was ready to face whatever it might be head on.

The huge doors to the throne room opens as Lord Park walks ahead of him. Yeosang can see his father further ahead, sitting on his chair with a posture that screams obey me. His eyes are stone cold and they glisten with a cold fury the young prince had not seen in many years.

"Yeosang. How nice of you to finally stay in the castle for two full weeks." His father starts sitting straighter up before he ultimately decides to stand up.

"Father." He nods and tries to be respectful as his father slowly steps down from the platform which the throne resides on.

Yeosang feels like a prey animal as his father slowly but surely stalks his way towards Yeosang. But he stands tall, he plants his feet firmly on the ground and straightens out his back. He won't let his father scare him today.

"I have heard some very distasteful rumors about you lately and I hope you can clear some of them up for me." His father starts as he begins circling him slowly, taking in every single little detail about Yeosang as he does.

"Is it true you are hanging out with that magician?" His father spits out the last word as if it were poison whilst glaring at his son.

"I have met them a few times, yes, nothing more nor less than that. I just wanted to know who was living so close to us. That is not a crime is it?" He counters calmly and the man circling him smiles but it doesn't reach his eyes.

"Only a few times huh? So you have not been there every single day for a month now? Do not lie to me boy."

"I have been there a few times."

"Do you have feelings for them."

"I do not." Yeosang decides to deny his feelings, because he knows there will be horrible consequences if he does.

"You're not lying to me now are you?" His father is behind his back now and Yeosang shakes his head and says no he's not.

Then suddenly the amulet is ripped from his hand and Yeosang has never swirled around quicker in his life to try and grab it from his father's hand.

"I told you not to lie."

"Give it back to me. That is not yours to keep." He growls out and his eyes are trained on his father's hand which is holding his amulet.

"You have feelings for that thing in the forest don't you."

"They have a name." He seethes out and his father laughs.

"I do not care. Clearly this magician has caused you to forget your place and how were are supposed to look at the world."

"I have not forgotten my place father. Now give me the amulet back."

"Admit it son. You love them." His father observes the amulet for a while before tossing it behind him and Yeosang can feel his heart drop.

He's so afraid it will break, luckily it doesn't but he can see the golden hue flicker again.

"I do not love them." It pains him to say it but he has to protect you in any way he can from what his father might do.

"Oh good then." The tone is gleeful and that sense of dread returns to his body. "Then you won't care that I am to march there and behead them and rid our country of their vile presence now?"

Yeosangs eyes widen at that and he can hear himself shout a loud NO before he sprints forward, he manages to grab the amulet before he's out of the throne room, sprinting as fast as he can to the stables.

His body feels like lead, his legs don't carry him as fast as he wishes they would and his heart is beating so quickly he swears it will jump out of his ribcage. The world around him feels like it's moving in slow-motion as he hears his fathers laughter echo in the throne room and a vague threat of how he can run to you but he can't save you from your impending death from his fathers sword. He can hear the knights getting ready, putting on their armor and sharpening their swords. He can hear his father's slow and meticulous steps behind him and it encourages him to run faster.

He all but throws himself up on his horse, he doesn't even care to throw on the saddle this time. He had the quick thinking of putting on his sword at his hip.

He'd defend you to his last dying breath if it had to come down to that he had decided.

There are several times he almost falls off his horse because he's riding without his saddle but he manages to stay on, his grip on his horses mane is steady and allows him to stay up.

The greenery is flying by and soon your hut comes in his line of vision and he flies off his horse whilst calling your name.

"Y/N!!" He's so scared of what will happen, his father is going to kill you. The one he loves. He cannot let that happen.

He slams up the door and that's when he sees you. You're laying on the floor as if you had fainted earlier. Smoke seems to be coming out from your body and he rushes forward, gripping your weak form gently from the floor.

"Y/n?? Talk to me! Oh please be okay please don't leave me you have to be okay." He rambles as he listens for your heart beat.

It's there, slow and steady.

"Yeosang?" You question weakly.

What was he doing here you wondered? The three weeks were not up yet? There was still one week left until he was supposed to be back.

"What are you?" You question weekly and he gently shushes you as he cradles you to his chest.

"M-my father is coming here. He's going to kill you. I won't allow it, I swear to you I will protect you until my last dying breath." He tells you before taking a deep breath. "I love you and I can't imagine a world without you. I know this might seem sudden and we haven't known each other for so long but my heart is not telling any lies. You're important to me and I care about you so I will do what I think is right and protect you. They surely must be here soon."

"Y-you love me?" You rasp out, your golden eyes glowing gently as you take in his face, his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are tender despite the fear in them.

"Yes. I do. With my whole heart."

It makes your heart squeeze tightly and you squeeze his hand.

"I love you too." You mumble out.

That's when he hears it. The sound of horses cantering and the voice of his father and the knights coming closer.

"You're weak right now. Stay in here. I'll go out and meet them." He gently kisses your forehead before lifting you up and placing you on your bed. "Don't worry. Everything will be alright."

As he stands up and turns to walk to the door you want to protest and tell him to stay with you. But nothing comes out but a low rumble from your chest as more smoke escapes your body.

Your eyes glow golden once again as you take in your Yeosang stepping out of your door to protect you against his own kin.

Yeosang takes a deep breath, steadying himself as the knights and his father stops their horses to get off. He slowly but surely unsheathes his sword and he stands in front of your hut, feet planted firmly on the ground as he holds the sword with both hands in front of him.

"I won't let any of you take another step closer."

"Yeosang you really disappoint me son. I thought you were smarter than this, falling for someone wielding magic. Have I not taught you better?" His father spits out angrily.

"You have tried to teach me the path of hate but I refuse to walk that road any longer. I will not be a king like you, there is nothing wrong with magic and you are just afraid of what you cannot control." Yeosang retorts and the knights look unsure of what to do.

Clearly they had not been expecting the crown prince to be standing between them and the person they are looking to behead.

"You clearly will not listen to reason son."

"S-sir. What shall we do? The prince is clear in his intention of not moving at all." One of the knights questions and his father glares at him.

"Kill him."

"W-what?!"

"You heard me. He's a traitor to his country. Death is what he has chosen since he sides with the thing residing in there!" His father roars but none of the knights move.

None of them seem to know what to do in this moment.

They swore an oath to listen to the king and to always protect the royal family so being told to kill one of them goes against their oath. None really knew what to do and Yeosang could see it frustrating his father, what he had not expected was for him to unsheathed his own sword and running towards him with a furious roar.

He was lucky to have quick reflexes and that he had raised his sword up to block his father's blow. It is when their sword clashes and they dance around each other that Yeosang wishes he had paid more attention to the lessons about sword fighting. It was clear his father had the advantage of being older and having a good deal more experience than himself.

"I should have gotten rid of you when you were a mere child so fascinated with everything magical, everything wrong with this world." His father spits out as he manages to slash Yeosangs arm causing him to scream in agony, his hand flying up to hold the wound while his other hand still clutches his sword.

"I won't give up. You'll have to kill me then." He seethes out and his father takes a step back, readying himself to kill his only son.

Yeosang doesn't close his eyes. He stares the man he is supposed to call his father right in the eyes as the sword is raised high to take his head off.

And that's when everyone hears it, a deafening roar right from behind them. The horses all flee in panic and the knights take several steps back all screaming the same thing.

DRAGON!!!

Yeosang turns his head slightly so he can see the magnificent creature. It's bright red, golden eyes glowing furiously and just like the one you had shown this dragon has a long snout and horns coming out from the back of its head, making it look like it's wearing a crown. The enormous dragon is on top of your hut and he can make out that part of its tail is slithering out from your window.

The beast growls angrily before it jumps of the roof and lands behind him, it's chest is close to him as it’s front legs is slightly in front of him. The dragon lowers its head and growls angrily, he can feel its chest heating up and starting to glow golden, showing it's readying an attack.

Yeosang notes that his father looks terrified.

He had probably never expected to come face to face with a dragon ever in his life and this dragon, his dragon, was both beautiful and ferocious. Yeosang holds up his sword so the tip of it is pointed towards his father.

"Give up. I do not want any bloodshed but If you refuse to yield I will have no choice but to put an end to you. Our people are suffering under your rule, all you care about is power and riches. Y/n has helped care for our people, heal them and make sure they don't perish. I will not stand for what you are doing any longer and if it means I have to take the throne from you then so be it." He says steadily and the dragon behind him growls as if agreeing with him.

"So you will have me killed?"

"You have killed thousands of people without a single care in the world. I will not be the one to decide your fate, my friend here will." He motions to the creature behind him. "Dragons are fair and just and whatever the outcome is I will support it."

"Please." Is all his father can say before the dragons chest start glowing again and this time scorching hot fire is fired off into the sky.

His father is spared for now.

Yeosang decides then and there that a he will allow his people to help in the trial of his father and his men.

A new era will begin. One where you and him can be together. Where no one will threaten the two of you ever again and where Yeosang is allowed to make his own decisions on how to live his life.

And he chooses to live with you which he can't wait to be able to tell you once all of this is over.

[servant-of-circe]

Telegonus felt his breath hitch as he played the words of the men again in his head, hoping he just misheard something. They were planning on harming the prince. Telemachus. That was his brother, right? And the Queen- who the fuck tries to threaten of the queen in her own Palace?

And that man... he looked far too much like Antinous for his own case. He had to look back at his friend to make sure he wasn't seeing things. "Hey, do you think we should-"

Antinous nudged his shoulder and shook his head. He didn't look very fond of what he was seeing. "Whatever they do is nothing of our business. Right now, we should focus on stealing those gems." And with that, he walked away, forcing Telegonus to follow

*The thing was.. time travel is FUCKING WEIRD. They heard a laugh. A roaring laugh as Antinous walked with two men. A male with long red hair, a split tongue and the eyes of a snake..and one with brown hair that was fluffy like a teddy bear.*

"No really. That kid doesn't stand a damn chance against us all." *Antinous said as he walked. A goblet in his hand. The snake-like male spoke next.* "Oh no, my plan, it's fool proof. Nobody can messssss it up and caussse it falter!"

*The fluffy haired male spoke next.He was a more nervous man, his green ribbon laying on his shoulder.* "Are you CERTAIN that harming or killing him is a smart idea. Wouldn't the queen just hide more..?"

"Maybe but, she would be easier to take. To see. That tramp wouldn't last without her son and trust me. She won't fight long."

[outofangband]

Saw the headcanon meme and I can't help not to wonder: do you have anything for quirks/hobbies or childhood (pre-official-unveiling period?) for Glaurung

Love your writing and worldbuilding, it is genuinely so good and evocative?! Chef's kiss

From this headcanon ask game here

Thank you so much, Anon! That means so much to me 🪻🪻🪻

I should note that I have never fully settled on a mental image for Glaurung. So many artists who draw him are amazingly creative and have such cool designs! I’ve seen tuatara Glaurung, Glaurung in the style of more traditional Central European dragons, Glaurung in the style of all sorts of lizards and other reptiles…

That aside here are some thoughts! I have more in my Glaurung tag including some more thoughts on what exactly Glaurung is

-Glaurung is described as a spirit in the form of a dragon but I do believe he hatched or at least had an extended period of incubation

-I have a post somewhere in my Angband tags but I headcanon his development was centuries in the making, involving dozens of deaths, the work and energy of many Maiar, as well as work from a few elves forced to be involved

-His sentience grew as he did and for his first years he was much more creature like. His malice was carefully nurtured through both physical and telepathic exposure and experiences

-Glaurung doesn’t usually distinguish between languages, his ability to communicate with elves and humans is largely a telepathic one

(A comparison might be the vampire like creatures in The Magnus Archives who can impart information without truly speaking. That being said Glaurung takes much more interest in language and word play, using the subtleties he can communicate without words as a further weapon)

-Unlike most Maiar and Maiar adjacent things Glaurung dreams though his dreams are purely sensory and very brief

[proteas-leaf]

For Sky Lore Fans - The Guide's Reunion's⁠

🍄‍🟫🔷🪻: heyyyy y'all uhm how are you??? :DD Someone, which is not me but is Leaf, wanted to introduce to you a thing that she created while writing her Sky: CotL Fanfiction, Fly Until You See The Light, and that has been going on for a while without you knowing. Soooo Leaf, here is your chance to speak.

🌿📜🫀: alright, thank you, colleague. First of all, I warn you, people. Since the beginning of my Sky story, you can see that it's an AU that tends to be the closest possible to the real game. Thought, it's still an AU, and many things that are NOT CANONIC and just theories exist in there.

Now, we can proceed.

Down here, you find a screenshot of the Chapter 13 of the Prophecy part of my story!

Some of you may wonder: what is a Guide's Reunion? How does it work? That's what I'm going to talk about!

A Guide's Reunion is nothing but a meeting where all the Seasonal Questgivers/Guides organize new Seasons, Events and more. So, I can also say that I've been Daydreaming about some scenarios, and my mind has brought me to the conclusion that the Guides are a full group of chaotic beings and good old friendships.

There is a difference between Seasons and Events, in the Reunions: the Seasons are a more delicate issue, so the Gods create them as ideas and tell the Guides to organize them (such as discovering more about Spirits and the Questgivers if they're already in their area, and more...). About the Events (such as Days of Nature, Days of Style...), which are easier to make and smaller, the Guides create them and organize them on their own.

The Reunions are every two/three weeks, but the time depends mostly on the needs and ideas of the members!

Now, about the Seasonal Questgivers/Guides, I'd like to add some more information.

Every Guide of every Season participates to the Reunions.

Despite this, there are some special cases... And these are the Little Prince Season, Shattering Season and AURORA Season.

These Seasons are not randomly chosen. They have something in common: none of them has got a Sky Person as Guide. The Little Prince has got the Rose, the Shattering has got the Shattered Diamond, AURORA has got an Aurora statue/sculpture (?). So, who participates at the Reunions for the original Guides?

The answers can be two, in these cases. AURORA and Little Prince can be represented by a Spirit of their Constellation. The Spirits of the two Constellations alternate among themselves to participate in the Reunions. But what about Shattering? They have no Spirits, they don't even have a Constellation, if I'm not wrong.

A Messenger of the Stars joins the Reunion for them, and they try to help the Guides.

✷ A Messenger of the Stars is a being that is very similar to Skykids. In fact, the Messengers are Skykids, but they are more related to the Gods and the Elders. They look like normal Children of the Light, but they are known for having the AURORA Blue Wings and/or the AURORA tiara. Their purposes are the following:

To organize expeditions (and participate in them) with magic functions that may be connected to the past, the present or the future of the Sky Kingdom;

To look after the Sky Creatures, if necessary, and to always protect them from the Hunters (just people who hunt the creatures);

To discover the meanings and the hidden stories behind the ancient murals in the Kingdom;

Adding a fact about them, they tend to be good musicians, healers, and they can be good teachers and warriors.

This is an example with an original Sky OC, Guwa. ✷

Now, let's go back to the Reunions topic.

When the Guides are at the Reunions, they can't stay at their area at the same time. So, they can choose between being temporarily replaced by a Spirit of their Constellation to help the Children to complete their Seasonal Quests, or to make the Quests be closed until they come back.

I've told you all a lot about the Present, but what about the Seasons in the past?

Some centuries after the Darkness, the Corruption and the King's fall, the Season were created by the Gods to keep the population united. Children of the Light were already starting their journeys at the age of thirteen, and the Seasons helped them to make new friends more easily.

Sadly, after some time, the Seasons were forgotten because nobody had written informations about them. The first Guides disappeared for choice of the Gods, and they've never returned.

Well, that was until a recent time (that we can also see as 2019, the beginning of the Seasons). The Darkness, angry and mad at Megabird, decided to make a joke on her and gave life to the Season of Gratitude. Megabird wasn't happy about it at first, but she then saw how powerful the Seasons have always been. So, she didn't stop the cycle anymore.

✷ This is also the reason some of my OCs don't have a star sign, which I've seen in the @theweeklylight 's most recent posts.

A star sign is like a zodiac sign, and you can find it in the blog I've tagged. ✷

Fun Fact before continuation

The "before Aviary" Guides usually make friendly jokes about the "after Aviary" Guides. Things like: "Back at my days, ...";

The cycle of the Pendants

The Pendants are the Seasonal necklaces that Skykids can unlock with the Pass during the Seasons.

In my AU, the Seasonal Spirits that have got a Seasonal Pendant are willing to be "secondary Guides", helpers that can participate at the Reunions. When all the Spirits of a Constellation have the Pendants, they all can participate.

The number of Spirits can change, of course. Here is some example:

Season of Remembrance -> Bereft Veteran and Wounded Warrior have the Pendants;

Season of Passage -> Melancholy Mope has the Pendant;

Season of Abyss -> Bumbling Boatswain has the Pendant;

Season of Flight -> Lively Navigator and Light Whisperer have the Pendants.

The Elders wanted to replace the old Guides with this cycle of the Pendants, but no Guide has ever let the group and nobody ever will.

✷ Oh, also, Passage Guide is very sensitive about one of his adopted Children being an helper ✷

So, I can finally say that I am finished with this topic :) I hope you all enjoyed this little essay (can we call it like that?), and I hope that this will be appreciated by the Lore Fans.

Bye bye, Sky People!

[servant-of-circe]

"Don't speak..." Telegonus muttered, forcing a smile as the man beside him was forced to keep his mouth shut.

The Demigod gave Polites a deep bow, this was definitely going to be an interesting day.

"Greetings, kind Lord of the island. We are simple travelers sent here by my grandfather, we mean no harm to you."

It technically wasn't a lie. Telegonus made sure to pray to the Titan of the Sun so they would be able to find this island, safe to say it worked.

A ship docked at the bay of Aeaea, it's wood tinted golden with carvings of the sun scattered around it.

"Are you sure we didn't just go back home instead of where we're trying to get?" A man asked, adjusting his dark brown locks. "This place looks the exact same..."

That'd be a lie, of course. Everything seemed a little... off with this version of Aeaea. But Antinous didn't seem to notice it.

"I've been sailing for over 10 years, my friend." Another man replied, elbowing the older man with a smile. "I can tell when we get to our desired destination."

- Antinous and Telegonus :3

Yk who this is~

AAAH MY WIFE IS HERE GUYS!! @servant-of-circe

*The male had been sitting in a small area in the forest braiding a few nymphs hair.. he looked up and saw the ship.. how were so many people landing in their island.. the sun engraving made him think.. perhaps Apollo send me someone..?*

“Girls, go home, prepare food for whomever these guest may be.. I’ll.. be there soon..” *He whispered, tying the nymphs braid before standing and making his way to the dock.*

*He looked at the ship.. no.. not an Apollo follower.. someone else.. he watched as the ship docked. Smiling that sweet, flirty smile.* “Well, hello gentlemen~!” *He said as he approached them, his hips swaying as he walked.*

[kittycarabiner]

hi pretty kitty <3 idk i was wondering if you could write a little scenario involving praise + degradation and overstimulation. doesn’t have to be long. be creative with it yeah? i’ll take anything you can do it cutie

omg my first ask 😇 yes ofc hopefully this format is okay!

i just loveee all 3 of those. i couldn't help myself 🎀

let me kneel at the door, waiting for you to come home like the sweet little kitty i am

greeting you with wide, excited eyes, lips opening for you to slide your fingers over my tongue, teasing the back of my throat to hear me gag.

tell me what a pretty little slut i am for you. how i'm just so pathetically eager...

unbuckle the belt of your dress pants, yank me by my hair towards you, have me eat you out while i hold onto your thighs desperately :(

praise me for doing so well, for using my tongue perfectly on you. that i'm the perfect whore

whisk me away to the bedroom, fucking me with the same fingers i've already slicked up with my spit. hold me down, keep me from squirming away while i whine your name.

wrap a hand around my throat, never fully squeezing, just a gentle reminder while you slide your strap into me. grab my hips, pull me down towards you over and over again, like i'm just your plaything

remind me how pretty i am, how good i am for you. push me over the edge countless times because you just love seeing me completely fucked out beneath you.

you love the way my cum runs down my thighs, how it's leaked onto you. and you can't help but want to see me like this all the time ♡

- 🪻 this post is about wlw sex 🪻 - minors/men dni

[servant-of-circe]

*Calypso was walking, she had just been observing the island and was now looking for Telegonus.. she smiled when she saw him, Antionus not even registering as being in front of Telegonus.*

*She moved quickly her feet quiet but she was fast. Of course, she doesn’t think too well.. tripping over a rock and stumbling and falling right into.. Antionus..*

"Fuck..." Antinous grumbled, slowly sitting himself up after the massive fall that had just taken place.

Had it his way, he would have left her there. But he couldn't exactly do that in front of Telegonus, so he extended his hand to the Goddess.

"You okay, Goddess?"

( @isl4ndl0v3 )

[jenny-in-a-jar]

One week since my Surgery

People liked hearing about my trans journey, so for those interested, here's my first week update to having vaginoplasty (one type of mtf bottom surgery).

Of course, I hope this helps any transfem interested in this surgery. But, I understand that other people will be curious. And that's ok! There's nothing wrong with curiosity. Just be respectful ❤️ which a lot of people been (and I block those who aren't)

No pictures but I will go get a bit graphic with my description so here's your warning before hearing more.

So first off some disclaimers. There's a lot of variety in procedure and treatment when it comes to vaginoplasty. For example, I live pretty close to the hospital I had the surgery at which influenced how early they let me go home. So, my experiences are definitely not universal.

So, I had breast augmentation at the same time. And for me, that was definitely the easiest surgery I've ever gotten. Like pretty painless (with painkillers ofc).

Now, vaginoplasty is definitely the most painful procedure I've had! The best way to describe the pain day one would be like when you've tucked all day but more intense (I know not a lot of people have tucked on this app but it's the best metaphor I could come up with 🤷‍♀️). But as the week went on, the catheter definitely became the most painful part. It felt like my urethra was burning 🔥😬 (I bet a lot more people can understand that feeling lol). Interestingly, it was at its least painful while moving and moving is also good for recovery!

I stayed in the hospital for two nights before they removed the covering and sent me home with a catheter and packing in my vagina. Again, they probably only did it this way because I live 20 minutes away. As the weak went on, it swelled up a lot and brushing spreads from it across my thighs (in honestly a cool pattern!)

When my catheter and packing was removed they gave me a "tour" of my new vagina. I don't remember the names well but here's what I remember. The Major flaps (the main thing you see when you see a vulva) we're still pretty swollen but starting to loosen and get that wrinkly quality. My nurse likes calming them dog ears at this stage and they really did look like dog ears 🥺🐶. I saw my clitoral hood and she said my clitoris is packed behind all of that but I don't need to worry about that for now. She also pointed out the urethral plating which was formally part of the urethra proper but with the inside on the outside now. It's super blue now but in time it'll start developing a mucus to keep my vagina from getting bone dry (will still need lube for dilation and eventually sex). And then the vagina hole itself.

To keep my vagina from healing shut, I'll need to dilate at least 4 times daily for 20 minutes this first week and a while longer and then slowly ramp down as the hole heals up. But, the nurse stressed that there are no hard rules with dilation and I just need to really listen to my body if I want to get the depth and width I want. Which I do want plenty of depth and width bc tbh my partner will be able to fill it 🤭 they key thing they said was to try to be as relaxed as possible while doing so 🪻

They also filled my bladder with sterile water as a "practice run" to make sure I can pee on my own.

I want to say I got a lot of wonderful nurses! All except the one I had when I first got out of surgery, I could tell actually saw me as and treated me like a woman. And they did a great job at welcoming me vagina ownership in a very understanding way without being condensing 💕

Despite the horrible pain, it's been a very euphoric experience 🥰 and I would definitely recommend it for anyone who wants it.

Feel free to ask any questions, I can't promise I'll have the best answers but I'll try my best 🥺

Also feel free to look through #my trans journey tag for more info on my transition if you're curious ✨

[servant-of-circe]

All Antinous wanted to do was have a single normal day for once in his (for now) practically immortal life. BUT NO, he walks in and spots the better Tele and miss pretty Goddess making out.

"...well, I'll leave you guys to... whatever this is-"

"Stay." Telegonus managed to croak out as he flushed with what was happening. It was an Order, Antinous physically couldn't leave even if he wanted to.

"Hey, Calypso!"

Telegonus smiled as he waved to her. He walked to the goddess and immediately pulled her into a small kiss, breaking it quickly and beginning to walk away as he covered his face

"BYE, CALYPSO."

- yk who this is :D

“He-“ *She blinked. Her eyes landing on him after she processed what had just happened and she moved quickly. Her tail wrapping around him and she smiled grabbing his sides.*

“YOU KISSED ME!! Ehehe!! Again! Again!!” *She smiled and kissed his face. Like.. all over. Kissing his lips over and over- oh gods he was literally getting COVERED in purple lip stains-*

*Now would be a terrible time for Antinous to walk in-*

@servant-of-circe

[staravyz]

︖﹖ㅤㅤInsignificant Things

ㅤㅤ🪻ㅤㅤ—ㅤ143 lines

ㅤ﹑tags ... not fandom related or anything/random/overthoughts/prompts

ㅤ౨ৎㅤ—ㅤa/n﹕just small stuff i don't think about often. feel free to take any of these for writing inspo or anything

positive intentions behind white lies

the warmth of the sun in the winter

listening to someone's heartbeat

comfortable silence

going on long walks during sunsets

staying up to talk to someone more

experiencing nostalgia through your sense of smell

breathing normally again after being sick for a while

staying near the window when it rains

when you forget about your hiccups and it stops

telling a secret to someone and they’re the first to know

finding an interesting/nostalgic item when you're cleaning or exploring the house

having small talk with someone before you stop seeing them for a long time

that feeling after finishing making something

making an unexpected friend

drawing the first thing you like/think on the snow

wiping foggy windows

finding an accessory that fits with an outfit

childhood stuffed animals

someone giving you the bigger piece of food

the perfect position and temperature when you're in bed

that feeling when you see that random person that's suddenly everywhere

waking up early but it gives you enough time to go back to sleep before school starts

grassy hills

picking flowers

blowing dandelions

making bubbles with the soap on your hands

playing an old game you used to play

sticking to childhood habits

the first bite of your favourite food

talking to yourself when no one's around

looking at the sunset when everyone's asleep

counting the stars in the sky

seeing shapes in the clouds/stars

when someone reminds you of a certain song, colour, etc

drinking cold water after being outside for a long time

the first sketch in your sketchbook

when your vision perfectly translates to reality

holding something warm when your hands are cold

a special compliment from someone you can't stop thinking about

having a conversation in the car with only one of your parents

swinging on the swings at a playground

you see a feature on someone that you like but no one notices

thinking of a really good plot for a story in your head

the absence of overwhelming thoughts while you're doing something mundane (washing dishes, showering, sweeping)

that feeling when you're under the shade and it's a sunny day with some clouds covering it

watching the clock hands move

the teacher answers a student's question that you've also been wondering

looking at the small details on your hands

drawing on your hands

doing math formulas really quick

zoning out during a lecture to observe what other people are doing

finding the right angle on your pencil to get good writing

sondering in public areas

when google gives you the answer in big bolded words instead of 20 sites

staying up to binge a show while eating in the darkness

being with a group of friends and not feeling left out at all

looking at the ceiling after a good nights rest

cold pillow

crying after holding it in for so long

hearing the birds come back from the south when it starts to warm up

that feeling when you see someone being kind to another person

helping someone and watching them finally understand and get it right

when you get into a new room in the hotel

collapsing on your bed after a long day

a rainy window that has city lights in the background

sleeping right after you close your eyes

changing into comfy clothes

smiling at your reflection

remembering the thing you were trying to find

finding patterns in someone's behaviour/personality

fidgeting with something

noticing someone's pretty eye colour

running your hand through your hair without any tangles

noticing pupils dilate

cold hair on warm skin

that slight wind on a hot day

having so much fun that you temporarily forget what it's like to be sad

a song stuck in your head

humming

finding something you're good at

seeing someone's love language in action

finding pretty rocks/sea shells

finding something that you think someone you know would like

finding a new hyperfixation

the sound of water in a fountain at a park

when a child compliments you

when a baby smiles at you

holding hands/linking arms just because

when someone grabs your hand to drag you somewhere

debating random topics

looking at someone's eyes when they're busy talking

laughing so hard that you cry a little bit

when no one is listening to you but there is one person who is

getting the right answer on the test from guessing

displaying a gift someone gave you

wearing brand new clothes

trying your best not to laugh loudly when your family is asleep

snowstorm/rainstorm nights

the other person falling asleep on call while you repeatedly call their name

seeing progress in something

having all the ingredients to make the food you've been wanting to make

when someone remembered something about you

getting comforted from that one person

being listened to

introducing something you like to someone

losing track of time when you’re talking to a person

pinky promises

singing along to a song with friends

listening to music while cleaning

someone looks out for you in the smallest ways (tells you that you have crumbs in your teeth, eyelash on cheek, hair sticking out, etc)

looking in the mirror at 3am

someone giving you credits

when someone insists you to come to something because they like when you're around

calling someone but you guys are just doing your normal routine (brushing teeth, folding clothes, etc)

having a favourite something that’s uniquely yours

grabbing an animal's attention

being checked up on at just the right time

when you're friends with the person you've been wanting to become friends for a long time

becoming friends on a trip but you never get to see them again

going on escalators

window shopping

someone tells you/does something minor that no one has ever done before

writing your username and trading it with someone else to friend them after school

playing games on call like you're making a youtube video

relating to a character in a show

finding the right moment to talk about the thing that popped up in your mind

doing something right on the first try

charging your phone right before it dies

starting to cry without noticing

proving you have empathy

deep conversations in the middle of the night

the familial feeling towards someone despite not being related

resting your head in your arms/hands

playing a game of cards with friends

the refreshing wind in your hair

floating on your back in the water

finding a candid picture of yourself that you like

celebrating holidays

the morning afters

spending the money you earned on something you’ve been saving up for

flickering lightbulbs

unsaid words, mutual understanding

©️ staravyzㅤ(¬_¬") do not steal, translate, or repost.

[inspiredwriter]

*En el parque*

Rafael and Candy :*camina por la fuente tomanos de la mano*

Candy :*mirá la fuente*mira osito Hay una fuente tan linda qué tal si pedimos un deseo 😃😁⛲✨💕💝💗

Rafael :*se cruza los brazos* mejor yo paso quiero que tu pidas tu deseo 😉😄💖💗💕(pensamientos💭) bueno Raph espera un poco para decirle a Candy la gran pregunta de amor cundo lanze la moneda 🥰🤫🪙💘💞💗

Candy :*saca la moneda de su bolsillo* Está bien mi amor Ya sé qué pedir mi deseo 🤔😉🪙⛲✨*lanza la moneda en la fuente* Qué emoción espero sea realidad😃🤩💗💖💕

Rafael : si algo muy que te hará realidad 😏😘💞💘❣️🩷*se arrodilla en una sola pierna* mi caramelo Tengo que confesarte lo que siento mucho por ti que tantos años que hemos salido juntos 🥰😄💞💖💗💕*saca una cajita del bolsillo* creo que es ahora que me digas la gran pregunta 🙂☺️🎁💓💘💞💝

Candy :*se sonroja* Oh Raphfi acaso tengo que será😳😍💓💘💞💝

Rafael :*abre la cajita y la muestra el anillo a Candy* ¿Candy te casarías conmigo? 😏😊💍🤵‍♂️👰💕💝💖💘🩷❣️

@inspiredwriter

Candy: Oh my God, Raphi~😳💖❤💓💕 Yes, I'll marry you, my brave warrior😄😍💝💘💞 (Thoughts💭) Aaaw, come on, I must try to be strong like my Raphael😣🥹💓💗💞🩷

Raphael: *Gets up and puts the ring on Candy's finger* We've been waiting for the time to finally come for our wedding and this wonderful day has come😌🥰💝💘❣️💕 *Kisses Candy on the lips* Mmmua~😚💗💓💖💞 Hmm, babe, are you crying?🤨💖💝💘💕

Candy: Sorry, my tedy bear, I can’t hold back these tears of happiness..🥹💗💓❣️💞 Huh, isn’t your bride too sentimental?😅💖🩷💕

Raphael: Don't say things like that, Candys, you're the best girl I've ever known, so you shouldn't hold back your emotions in front of me😤🥰💝💘💞❣️ *Hugs Candy's waist, holding her close* Ah, calm down, my love, tomorrow we have a very important day, because we will have to prepare for our wedding...😌🥹💗❤💓💕 Calm down, my future wife~😏🥰💞💝💘💗

Candy: (Thoughts💭) Haha, Raphi asks me not to hold back my emotions, but I hear that he can barely restrain himself so as not to cry with happiness🤭🥰💖💘💓💞 My future husband is a strong boy, that's why I love him😍💗❤💕🩷 *Kisses Raph on the cheek* Mmuah~😚💋💗💕 I'm fine, babe😄😘💖❣️💝💞

*Weeding Day*

Candy: *Looks at herself in the mirror* Jeez, Stefany, you made a wonderful dress, thank you🤩😊👰🧵✨

Stefany: *Lays stemware and plates on the table* Huh, you're welcome, Candys, I'm always happy to help my friend😉🤗🍽

April: *Places flowers in vases* The boys brought lilacs for us, as well as white and red roses, just like you said😄😊🪻🌹

Anastasia: *Decorate the wedding cake* Huh, I remember how you once said that at your wedding there will definitely be metal or rock music and the dress will be black with spikes😄😁🎂⚡🎸👩‍🎤👨‍🎤💒

Candy: *Blushes* Yeah, but that was a long time ago...😳😅💦 Because of the heavy music, no one will be able to hear Raph and I taking an oath to the priest that's how my mom says😁💦👩🏻💒📖 *Takes the bouquet from April's hands* We want a wedding in a more classic style😌😊💒💗💘💕

Karai: But you didn’t wash the dye out of your hair, kid🤨😕🪻🌹 *Decorates the altar with flowers*

Candy: Well, this wedding will be in a classic style, but with a little twist🤫😁⚡ Ah, I wonder how my Raphi is doing now😍🤗💐💖💝💓💞

*In the groom's room*

Raphael: *Adjusts the sleeves of his jacket* Oh Shell, it's getting really hot in here...😥💦 *Wipes sweat from his forehead* Huh, 'cause black costumes attract heat, right?😅😁💦🤵☀🌡

Michelangelo: Haha, Raph, you can't fool your brothers, we know that you are very nervous before the wedding😄😏💒🤵👰

Donatello: *Hugs Raph's shell* Huh, just recently you were here only to support me😉🤗

Raphael: Mmh...😠😌💨 Yeah, you're probably right, I'm a little nervous😅💦

Michelangelo: Come on, big brother, don’t worry so much, because if everything went well with Anastasia and me on our wedding day, then everything with you and Candy will go really awesome😗😃💒🤵👰🎉🎂🎊🎸

Leonardo: Mikey is right, everything will be fine, because you two prepared so carefully for this special day, finally your best dreams are coming true, Raph😌😄💒🤵👰🎊

Donatello: Didn't you tell us the same thing on our wedding day when we thought something might go wrong?🤓😁

Raphael: Yes, you three great at raising morale😏🤗 *Hugs Donnie's neck and rubs his head with his fist* So let's do it!✊😆✨ *Stops hugging Donnie and straightens his tie* My bride is waiting for me😏🥰👰💖❣️💓💞

*In the main hall*

Candy's mom and dad: *Sitting in the front row*

Candy's mom: *Cries and wipes her tears with a handkerchief* Oh, I can't believe that our baby has grown so much and is getting married today!😢😭👧💓❤💗💕

Candy's dad: *Hugs Candy's mom* Shh, shh, calm down, darling, we should be proud that our daughter has found the right guy who truly loves her😌🥰🤵👰💞💝🩷💖 Huh, although it was at six years old when she said that she did not need a relationship😄😁👧🚫👦

Candy's mom: Yeah, honey she's doing great, I'm only crying because of the happiness that our girl has finally grown up🥰🥹💖💓💝💕 *Hear rock music and covers her ears* Owww, haha, but some things remain the same😣😅⚡🎸🎶💗💕

Candy's dad: Ha, she hasn't changed her interests and that has its advantages😉😆💓🩷💞

Candy's mom: What?!🤨 I can't hear you, it's too loud in here!😅🔊⚡

Raphael and Candy: *Approach the altar and wave their hands towards Mikey* Haha, that's enough, Mikey, turn off the music for ten minutes!😅😁🔇💗💘❤💕

Michelangelo: Sure, guys!😉😁🎶 *Turns off the music* (Thoughts💭) Haha, Candy and Raph asked me not to tell anyone that I should leave the loud music as a surprise for guests🤫😄💒🤵👰🎉⚡🎸⚡🎊🪻🎂🌹🎉

Donatello: *Places the bible on the table* Ten minutes should be enough to say the oath😯💨📖 *Adjusts his glasses* Are you ready to begin?🤓📖💒✨

@swagreecrow

[swede1952]

Good morning. ☮️✌️🪻

4 April 2025

Yesterday, we spent time working in the backyard. I repaired a hinge on the back gate and mowed the lawn for the first time this year. I also trimmed around the fence until the battery on my trimmer died—I had forgotten to recharge it after its last use. In that moment, I couldn’t help but think, 'What a wonderful feature: built-in breaks! 😂' It turned out to be the perfect excuse to call it a day. Meanwhile, my wife was busy in the raised garden, planting something new. I noticed several little seed packets in the kitchen, hinting at her plans. This is the first time in years that something other than weeds will grow in the garden. I can't help but wonder what’s gotten into us—where did this burst of energy come from? Must be biorhythms at work.

“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them—that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality.” - Lao Tzu