#kronos’ beta

[kronos-lungbarrow-oakdown]

So, quick poll because I am curious & playing RPG with my beta made me ponder about some questions…

That’s very important because I personally don’t read much … anything sex related about thoschei of any kind? But I have been feeling knee on writing some so…

[bvnnywrites]

Still Waters Run Deep

Chapter 1: Apple of His Eye

PAIRING: Eldritch!König x Reader

AUTHOR'S NOTE: As I've said before, English isn't my first language, so this would e fun. Hehe. I'm so excited to share this fic with you guys hehehehe. I'm posting this on both Tumblr and Ao3. Who knows, the story on the other site would be different hm...? I'm not telling when, but hehe. Also, reader is in her twenties, specifically 22, so yayeet. If you don't like how fucked up this story is gonna get then please turn around and go on your merry way. I'll be posting the first chapter here on Tumblr because jesus, my ao3 invitation has yet to arrive. Also, don't forget to write comments, I need feedback because I eat them like it's groceries-

WARNING: NON-CON/DUB-CON, DARK, SMUT, NSFW, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Fingering, Stomach Bulge, Age Gap, Unprotected Sex, Cockwarming, Implied Discharge, Power Imbalance, Abuse of Authority, No Beta Reader, Dom! König, Size Kink, Size Difference, Cannibalism, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Cannibalistic Thoughts, Older!König, Eldritch!König, Monster!König, Masturbation, Dark Romance, Blood and Gore, Violence, Monsterfucking

WHENEVER A CERTAIN COLONEL PASSES BY the soldiers would grow quiet, as if he’s sucking the joy with him and then the chatter would continue once his thundering footsteps would fade away into quietness.

A silence would hang over the air for a brief moment – like they’re making sure the danger has passed before proceeding – and the soldiers would continue to chat once they're sure it was safe to proceed. Babbling away but their voices would be a bit hushed, as if their ears were on the lookout for the colonel’s presence.

The colonel was absolutely – you remember his name being König because you saw him score several shots using a sniper rifle in training – wholeheartedfuckingly terrifying.

König strides confidently across the battlefield and KorTac base of Operations in the same damn manner—Arrogant, egotistical, prideful. The mountain of a man walks in like he owns the place, and troops would be so relieved if they see him in the battlefield because they know that he'd be able to turn the tides to their favor.

And the fucker knows it. He knows people look up at him. Looking at him like the fucking messiah that would save them right then and there.

He relished in it.

And he was so fucking gigantic as he is muscular too, to the point his huge hands could definitely crush your head with his fingers if he saw fit. To say he was a Greek God was insulting. No, he was like Kronos.

Destructive.

All-devouring force.

Whenever you stood too close to him—even tho you recall not stepping too close to the colonel because you wanted to respect the five-foot rule for everyone lest they give you the go signal to hog their personal space like Izzy does—you can see the way his muscles would bulge whenever he tightened his fists, or how the veins on his arms were so… alluring, and holy shit he has scars. Battle scars that should've repulsed you but you find yourself wanting to trace it with your fingers.

His form is almost mesmerizing—like how you'd imagine Fenrir slaying Odin from one of the Norse Myths.

However, like Fenris Wolf, he too was bound and shackled to base. Most of the time, at least. You would see him buried and drowning and several paperwork when you go to his office while Roze waited for you by the door.

And you could see his baby blue eyes squint and conjure a glint of annoyance as you hand him your report. He has pretty eyes, that colonel. He doesn’t speak to you, always uttering grunts or huffs. Dismissing you with a wave of his hand—always gestures but never talking.

It reminds you of gray skies and blue muted waters, and sometimes they seemed vibrant when you hear the sinister glee in his voice of bashing an enemies head open like how watermelon breaks – and then he'd look at you and you'd immediately avert your gaze because oh god that would be so fucking awkward if your superior had caught you staring at his eyes like a creep.

As mentioned before, König is mostly quiet, and you didn't really hear him talk since he never talked to you at all. In the battlefield, when he barked out orders, gunfire would drown them and those closest to him would relay the message on to the others.

Lieutenant Izzy – Izanami actually, but she preferred being called Izzy – always spoke in Japanese, but she can speak a few broken English words. She didn’t seem to see you as a liability, often asking you out to grab lunch with her and Captain Roze. The white-haired girl always made sure you never missed your meals, and if you did, she’d make sure to hand you some MREs for the sake of making sure you’re taken care of.

She said to you once, “Be careful of that colonel, he is… what is English word that for… word you use when object is not good to you—harms life.”

“You mean dangerous?” Roze would correct her. “We really need to work on your English, girl.”

“Yes, that the word I’m looking for.” Izzy would laugh. “ローズ先輩、訂正してくれてありがとう。”

Roze, on the other hand, was more closed off. She was ruthless and strict, but you’re convinced that she cares about you the same way Izzy does because she gets this soft glint in her eyes when you tell her that you forgot to eat or missed lunch. Then five seconds later you’d feel an MRE smacking you on the chest, and Roze is barking at you for being stupid enough to not eat and say you’re lucky that her and Izzy are looking out for you.

But you can tell that both are highly protective of you, like older sisters making sure their youngest sibling didn't fuck up on missions or get hung by their rib by enemy soldiers.

Whenever the colonel passed by, you remember Roze’s words “Keep your gaze down” because apparently there was an incident where König had beaten the shit out of a recruit because the poor thing looked at him funny. Something about the recruit scrunching his face in disgust at the colonel or was it because he had mocked him behind his back? 

Either way, the kid was beaten to a pulp. 

The colonel was never given a court martial, however, since he had been able to pull rank it seems. Roze was the one who told you during lunch, voice in a hushed whisper.

Then your thoughts wander back to the nightly horror stories your soldiers would tell to one another. You had a habit of visiting them before making sure they all slept on curfew time. It was fun and it helped boost morale amongst the troops. It also helped that you were a younger lieutenant, so you were able to easily connect to your platoons’ humor and quip remarks. 

You remember the hushed whispers in the barracks, each of them uttering stories of what König might look like beneath the mask.

You often thought maybe he looks so mutilated that it resembles Nemesis from Resident Evil or maybe Salvatore on the Village Version. But you've seen the pretty blue eyes König possessed and you just know that deep down, he was a handsome man. 

Sure, he was old enough to be your dad, had a huge ass age gap that's wider than the forehead of the colonel of the Mexican Special Forces you had previously worked with due to König being forty-five years old, but you'll admit a pretty man if you see one.

However, your soldiers' claims were way more hilarious as they spoke. Each sounding absurd and stupid than the last.

"I heard he has three faces, like the demon Asmodeus. I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if he's a prince of Hell in disguise. Have you seen his body? What I'd give to climb him like a tree." 

"I could've sworn I saw worms underneath. Kind of like maybe a maggot-infested lower jaw since I heard the skin of his jaw had been burnt off."

"I think he has the face only a mother could love. Men like that exist."

You had grown up in a small town, people believing heavily in superstitious beliefs. However, once you've left said small town, you realize that they were silly things that old people simply uttered into the wind.

"Did you know a psychic said I would get murdered when I was ten?" You laughed at the absurdity of it all, wanting to add some scary shit of your own.

"Really, L.T?" One of your soldiers said. "Oh, this has to be good!"

“Yeah. I remember she was very old, and if I were correct, I think she moved from Hallstatt? Wherever the fuck that is.”

You told them the stupid little story. How you lost twenty dollars to a fraud only for them to say you'll get murdered, and how it spooked you as a kid and made you all paranoid only to realize you just got scammed out of your money.

"The thing that will kill you is hiding its face. The thing that will kill you has its crown scraping the ceiling. The thing that will kill you has sharpened teeth. The thing that will kill you will charm you with its glamor and false promises. The thing that will kill you will devour you with its appendages and fill you with its seed. The thing that will kill you… you won't see it coming."

The soldiers all laughed, including you, after you've said it in the most croaked voice as you mimicked the old psychic. 

You've never laughed so hard in your whole life, but you were glad that it was your troops that were with you and not stuck up stoic alpha male soldiers. It wasn't real, but it didn't hurt to be cautious. 

All of you got along. 

Sure, most of the soldiers given to you were teens – because the military was just hiring eager and stupid kids, and by God you were going to protect these little shits with your life – but it was fine because they had you. For as long as you live, you promised yourself you'd make sure they were all safe.

And you took them under your wing and you feel bad because they were kids compared to you. They shouldn't be here dressing up as soldiers and being sent off to war zones with you. These kids were supposed to be at home, where they could be safe, and worrying about teen stuff. But then again, KorTac was a company at the end of the day. 

A Private Military Company—basically just glorified mercenaries at this point.

Of course, they would exploit anyone who is willing to serve for their country while also getting paid generously compared to being in a government affiliated military—Hell, you're here, aren't you? Why? Because they can be greedy fucks and capitalism exists, and KorTac rivals Disney in terms of being a well-known PMC in the military world, and you're broke. 

Not to mention that the BAS – Basic Allowance for Subsistence – was fucking higher in KorTac than the government affiliated military you used to serve in. A BAS rate of seven hundred sixty-two point sixty-nine euros for enlisted members, while officers are given the same but with an increased rate of four hundred ninety-seven point fifty- eight euros is better than the current BAS.

You also get the average of six thousand and seven hundred eighty-two euros at an average per month here in KorTac. The pay is way fucking better and you can save up money to the point you were able to pay off your own student and credit card debts and leave your parents' nest since you were basically loaded at this point. 

Money was enough to blind you from the dangers that lurked beneath the still waters that run deep that is KorTac.

"The thing that will kill you… you won't see it coming."

“Did you hear what happened?”

“What?”

“Another soldier went missing again.”

Captain Stiletto changed her mags, examining her scope as she spoke to you with a calm voice—as if she hadn’t just dropped the news of someone going missing. Again. You were ready to hear which recruit was unlucky enough to be whisked away and never to be seen again. That or they turn up mutilated and scared, and the poor things won’t even talk. However, a missing rookie suddenly turns up out of nowhere after months of disappearing without a trace was statistically low.

No, really, it would be low—unusual at best.

The best way to analyze it would be using the Bayesian Inference, and using a probability model to express the uncertainty towards the situation. In this case, using a binary variable would be ideal, $Y$, to represent the outcome whether the missing rookie ever did turn up or not. $Y$ = 1 if the rookie is found, and $Y$ = 0 if the rookie isn’t found.

Then assume that the probability of finding said missing rookie is equal to the proportion of all missing persons who are eventually found. As evidence becomes available, then update the model with that evidence and compute the posterior distribution for the probability of finding the rookie.

In this case, if one of the higher ups discovered the rookie all pale and shaking and are obviously had been terrified to fucking death, the information in that scenario could be used to update the posterior distribution, taking into account that the probability that the rookie had seen something scary in that location, if they were ever found that is.

Once the model with all available evidence has been updated, the posterior distribution to make predictions of the probability of finding the new recruit can now be used. The officers tasked with finding them—at least those who hasn’t given up—will be able to find them within a certain time frame or calculate the probability that they’re are found alive or dead.

Just some basic statistics you’ve learned in ninth grade, that’s all. Or at least from what you can remember.

The scar that ran down the captain’s face was evident like the blood smeared in your hands when you’ve killed an enemy. No one knew why there was a huge damage to her face or why it was there in the first place. You’ve only been in KorTac for a month, almost everyone you’ve met have given you warnings and it was all the same—keep your distance from the colonel. You have half a mind to say “Fuck this” but the pay was good.

Not to mention your contract hasn’t been finished yet and you doubt you’d find a good paying job like this while doing what you love.

“Who was it?” You dared to ask.

Stiletto looks away for a moment, before turning back to you. “Private O’Neil.”

Your eyes widened at the information. You don’t know the person, but to hear a private going missing was surprising. Usually, it was the recruits who disappeared for the most part or at least from your observation in your stay here. Now that’s very strange.

“Huh… a Private? How come it wasn’t a rookie?”

“That’s what I’m thinking too.”

Stiletto responds with the same confusion as you, her lips pursed. She looks worried, unsure to react.

“The colonel had been tasked to investigate the missing cases, but even he isn’t getting any answers.” The captain says, her face troubled. “It’s like there’s a serial killer at base.”

“Like playing Mafia, huh.” You joked.

“Exactly.”

You’re scared of what this could mean. If whoever it was plucking the recruits off like grapes were about to turn to privates, then it won’t be long before your ass is on the line. You have half a mind to help, maybe offer your insights on the investigations, but thanks to Roze and Izzy’s advice, you knew better than to get too close to the colonel…

Unless you want to get beaten by König with your incompetency—what he deems incompetency—since he loves doing things his way according to the soldiers who had worked with him.

It wasn’t enough to scare the rookies, however. They’re still chatty and happy, all of them seemed unaffected by these rumours.

Of course, they’d be unaffected, everyone is telling them that it’s just rumours and the soldier that disappeared had simply been discharged for wanting to leave or go back home. There were a few who didn’t believe it, but those with higher ranks – including you – were reassuring them that it was merely rumours.

That they shouldn’t really worry their pretty little minds about it. And what infuriated you the most was because it worked. They were gullible kids, as young as sixteen to nineteen—basically a six to three years old age gap between you and them. They should know better than to believe the honeyed words from yours or their superiors’ mouth.

But could you even blame them?

They’re just kids. You and the other high-ranking officers were older than them, obviously they would trust you. They expect all of you to guide them, showing them the real ropes of war and violence unlike the trial sessions they’ve had in boot camp and the infantry.

So, really the blame was on every high ranking official—including you.

Everyone from being a specialist to the general of the army were losing their shit over these incidents because KorTac was supposed to promote opportunity and valour, but how can you do that if your fellow soldiers – doesn’t matter what rank they are – are going missing like some monster was plucking them off of their rooms one by one or rather off of the hallways when they’re past curfew.

Curfew falls under your responsibility too, sergeants up to lieutenant colonels were tasked to make sure that every rookie or corporal has to be following the curfew or rather their curfew. KorTac had implemented the curfew for the rookies up to the corporals’ weeks prior to your official employment according to Roze.

The last thing the people who called the shots wanted was a widespread panic amongst their troops.

“Do you have any hunch as to who it might be?” You asked her curiously, wanting to know the captain’s thoughts.

“It could be that newbie before you, Phillip Graves, but he’s mostly out on missions. So, that checks him out.” Stiletto answered, looking at you. “Then there could be the possibility of it being Horangi.”

“Why him?”

“He’s too violent.”

“Aren’t we all?”

Stiletto laughs at your response, shaking her head as if you’re being silly. The captain was nice, in your opinion at least. She pats you back lightly like an aunt would when you remind her of your mom when they were younger. There’s a twinkle in her eyes, one where it makes you wonder just how exactly does Stiletto see you—a daughter, sister or maybe a friend. Either way, you were in her good graces and that’s enough to quell your curiosities for now.

The two of you were practicing alone in the firing range. Those at the lower ranks had gone to sleep or were forced to sleep since it was curfew for them.

The atmosphere had gone heavy.

It was light and cheery in the morning, but at night, the happiness and laxness of the vicinity disappears, and you and the rest of the soldiers with a higher rank are faced with the reality that someone was picking off all of you one by one like candies inside your granny’s bowl of strawberry candy that you don’t see anywhere in the grocery store.

You know, the one’s you get when one day you became a grandma – or great-aunt, or even an honorary old “auntie” – and these things just magically appear at the bottom of your purse. The ones that once they start spilling out of your bag, you’ll find an intricate cut-glass bowl or dish in the middle of your living room and your grandkids or kids would just come and go while pocketing a handful of them, and the refill is somehow always in your purse.

Stiletto hands you a rosary from her pocket. You looked at the long wooden beads coated with silver chains and designs before glancing at the captain. You took it gently, letting the coolness of the holy object cool your skin that wraps around it. Oh, it’s a sweet gesture. Now you have something to wear around your neck, a little good luck charm despite the fact that you don’t really believe in God or a higher being. Her head is tilted to the side, looking at you with an analysing glance as silence befalls the two of you.

“Why…?” You asked her underneath the fluorescent lights of the firing range, riffles forgotten at each other’s side.

Stiletto shrugs, sighing tiredly, “Maybe the thing that’s picking us off one by one would be scared of the Lord.”

“I doubt he exists.”

“He’ll save you in your time of need. He answered my prayers. Maybe He’ll answer yours too.”

“What did you pray for?”

Stiletto is quiet for a moment, looking away before looking back at you with worry. She placed a hand on your shoulder, giving you a gentle squeeze.

“That you would still be alive the next time I see you… that you wouldn’t be next, lieutenant.”

“You’re the lieutenant that Horangi had referred to the company, ja?”

A voice says with a German accent to it, and by Mary, Joseph, and the Babeh Jesus what an alluring voice he has. It was low and rough, a tad bit raspy—gravelly. You thought to yourself that if you were Persephone and you heard this voice coaxing you into the warm embrace of the Underworld, you too would have cartwheeled and backflipped into Hades’s lap. Leaving the nymphs and the flowers, and the warm sun to drown in the enticing embrace of the God of Death while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

You turned around, half a mind to fuck the brains out of this man until you saw who was speaking to you and all horniness came to a halt as you realized who it was.

König.

You glanced directly at his eyes briefly before averting you gaze, Roze’s warning echoing in your head. You nod your head, confirming his question. You tell him your name and rank, which country you came from, and basically any general information you can tell to confirm your identity. Konig nods his head at your words. His eyes crinkled—was he smiling underneath the sniper hood?—and you can hear a smug tone on his voice.

“Ja, leutnantin, I’ve read your files.”

“Oh.”

Your eyes glanced to the side, seeing some soldiers chattering at the end of the hall. Good. There are people around. A polite smile blossoms on your face, offering it to the colonel – just like you would whenever you bump into a senior officer. Your mind raced why he was suddenly talking to you.

HE BARELY RESPONDED SO WHY WAS HE SUDDENLT BEING A CHATTER BOX?! You internally panicked since he often responded in hums or grunts whenever you give your report, didn’t even glance at you whenever the two of you passed by each other.

So, why now?

“Did you need something, sir?” You asked him politely, tilting your head a little as you crane your head to look at him properly because holy shit, he’s so fucking tall.

“I do, actually, Schatz.” König responds, cold eyes gazing down at your smaller form. “I need your help with a… serious matter. Come with me to my office.”

His strides are big and long as you struggled to keep up with him as he walked down the halls. Your eyes glued to his massive thighs… and oh. The soldiers within the halls part like the sea as König passed by as if he was Noah. They all lower their gaze, chattering going to a halt until only the sound of the storm raging outside can be heard.

“So, why do we need to go to your office?”

But König doesn’t answer, and his hands balled to a fist. You can see the cloth crinkle as his grip dug into his palms, while he ignores your question. Which is, in a way, rude since you were simply trying to gouge out information as to why your colonel was summoning you to his office. You furrowed your brows at his actions.

“It’s the least I should know, don’t you think–”

“Are you always so noisy?”

You blinked owlishly at his words, the colonel barely looking or glancing at you as he continued to walk down the halls of KorTac. Your breath hitches in your throat as you register the slight annoyance in his voice.

He finally looks at you, eyes crinkling as he laughs. And oh god, his laugh. The mere sound of it makes your cheek warm and make both of your lips smile.

“The look on your face earlier is funny, Schatz. However, you’re a lieutenant, no? I’m sure that despite how young you are, you’re mature enough to know that there are classified things that can only be discussed within the confines of an office, ja?”

“I’m sorry, colonel. I didn’t mean to let it slip off of my head.”

You feel like winning the lottery, but the prize isn’t a billion bucks—it’s the fact that you haven’t angered the colonel, and he’s not bashing your head to the pavement or maybe stabbing you where you stand and tearing your flesh with his gloved hands.

You don’t notice the guilt that settles on your face… nor the look of softness and endearment on König’s face as he admires the look of culpability blossoms on you face.

The softness of your face, the way your eyes are filled with such an adorable shyness when you think that he would actually reprimand you for something so innocent. You were so little compared to him too, so fragile… so weak. He relishes in this power over you—power over your reactions and your expressions. You looked so eager to stay on his good side. So eager to please him in your own innocent way. Whether you intentionally do it or not, König is being pumped full of dopamine at just you talking to him.

He's had his eye on you for a long while. The moment you stepped foot on base, beneath the scorching sun of the tarmac, König wanted nothing more than to snatch you and make you his. Drag you away from KorTac, smuggle you to Austria and lock you away in his house by the sea shore, away from prying eyes.

Where he can have you all to himself.

But even his rank and reputation in KorTac couldn’t save or excuse his behaviour if he does that. Everyone would think he was a freak or someone creepy if he were to ever just scoop you up. The way your voice echoes when you bark out your orders to those inferior to you, the way it softens when you talk to your friends – especially to Horangi, and König s gnawing at the cages of his enclosure because he wished you would talk to him the way you would to Horangi.

He wants to talk again without addressing you formally, but he is awkward with connecting to people. Even when he tried to follow his psychiatrist’s advice in trying to open up to people, König still has a hard time trying to initiate a conversation. The words piling up in his throat—stuck there for the rest of eternity.

 König doesn’t know what to do with his hands, resisting the strong urge to grab yours—so tiny and adorable­—and let his giant hand envelope it. You are pouting, gaze averted to the ground, cheek rosy from embarrassment, probably reprimanding yourself that you should’ve known better.

König isn’t sure if he wants you to be scared of him or not – and he hates that you are the first one to be an exception to his desires, because he wanted everyone to fear him. There is something dark, disgustingly predatory almost, in his thoughts as he watched you beat yourself up, but he doesn’t speak, and his fists are balled up because your voice and adorable face were too fucking much and he doesn’t even know how to talk to a girl in his adult years.

“C-colonel, we’re here.”

You hate that you stutter, but you can’t help it since your heart skipped a beat when you looked up and saw König looking at you with such softness and tenderness from his gigantic height. You had to take a deep breath, shaking your head at the delusion it’s not a delusion, you aren’t seeing things runnin in your head.

No.

That was wrong. That idea in itself would be wrong. The colonel was someone wise despite his violent tendencies. He would never entertain the idea of being with a fellow soldier. Not to mention bend the rules just to risk his position and rank. It would be stupid for him. It wouldn’t be worth it for him, and you just fucking know it.

“Ah… right. Bitte, wait a minute.”

You can see how miniscule the keys are to his hand, his form bending down a little and when he stood back up, he was at least three inches taller than the fucking doorway. He turns the lights on and gestures for you to step in. He closed the door behind you as you took a seat in one of the chairs in front of his gigantic desk.

The desk looked proportionate to his form, and the office chair he has accommodates him greatly and it makes your heart flutter because he looks like a king and all he had to do was give out his decree, and you would be scrambling to do said decree to please him because holy shit something about how big he is, is making your insides churn deliciously–

Wait. Bitch, you better stop. Your thoughts screeched to halt, smacking yourself internally because you’re sure you’re not yet in your ovulation week because you just finished your period four days prior… No, that’s not true, you lost track of your cycle due to the recent events that happened at base. The colonel was twiceyour size, and you’re not sure if you can take him.

Not in a fight, of course.

“So, about the recent events happening here at base, I’m sure you’re well aware of it by now.” König starts, leaning at the desk. “Soldiers are disappearing left and right, the younger ones wouldn’t take long before they stop buying our lies, and we need a way to stop whoever it is that is picking is off and making us drop like flies.”

He stopped, eyes roaming as if he’s analysing you.

“Hase, you are quite the prodigy that at such a young age you’ve managed to achieve the rank of lieutenant, and I am completely impressed.” König says, nodding to himself as if he’s proud of you. “Someone of your calibre would be of valuable help to catch the culprit or, rather, the creature that’s currently on the loose in base and hunting us one by one.”

“Creature? Don’t you mean person?”

“I’d like you to look at these and tell me that a human was behind these incidents.”

König slides you a dossier and you merely throw a confused glance at him before opening said dossier, and you almost–No. You do regret opening the fucking folder.

The entrails of the victims are chewed off and sprawled across the floor, the ground was a sea of blood. Some of them had missing parts, but mostly the torso was empty, intestines being the only thing left behind from the inside of the corpses, and there were a few where the eyes hangs out of its socket and runs down their faces like a veiny egg yolk. You want to look away, but you can’t. Some pictures showed the skins have been peeled off, most had been cleanly peeled off. Even the nipples were intact. Never to this day have you seen anything so horrible.

Finally, the urge to puke tore your attention away from the files, smacking it to the table as you swivelled your head away, and your mouth unhinged as the familiar disgusting liquid of your insides went past your throat. Before any of it could spill past your lips, a bucket had been shoved to catch it. König holds the bucket to your mouth. Meanwhile, you did nothing but vomit. Over and over again. Long after it seemed there was nothing more to bring up, you continued to vomit.

At last, after a good solid minute, you stopped. Tears prickled your face as puke-mixed snot went down your throat. König was kind enough to offer you tissues to help clean yourself up before he hands you a glass of water, and getting rid of your vomit.

“I’m sorry.” You weakly said. “That caught me off guard and I–” The words cut off in your thought as you shuddered as the pictures seared into your head. Well, guess this is my thirteenth reason.

“It’s fine, Schatz. Nothing to be sorry about. It is rare for someone to stomach such evidence.” He reassures you.

His giant hand rubs soothing circles on your back and it’s so comforting that you eventually calm down and catch your breath. The taste of bile still lingers and you downed glass after glass of water just to get rid of it but seemingly failing to do so. Yet it is nothing compared to the electrifying touch of König’s fingers that glide behind your back, passing by the wing ang hooks of your bra. Of course, he didn’t mean to do that he most definitely did intendes to do that because he was just trying to ease you out of your sickened state.

“I’m sorry.” You say again.

The pout on your lips was making you adorable and König was glad he was the way that he was right now. Had he been the same age as you, he wouldn’t have been able to hold back. He would’ve pushed you down on his desk, giant hands spreading your legs, tearing your clothes, while he makes you beg for his cock–

“As I’ve said before, Schatz. It’s fine. We have to recompose ourselves from time to time. After all, we’re only human, no?”

You look up at him from where you seat, smiling softly at him. He was so nice. Your eyes flickered to his neck, and then on to his fingers. Seeing the lack of wedding band on him had you feeling butterflies. Was he not married? Who wouldn’t want to marry him? Was he ugly?

His baby blue eyes—like a mixture of storm grey skies and the heartless depths of the ocean—were a soft hint to the fact that he was handsome. You just know. Unconsciously licking your lips, your eyes scanned him over – in the most shameless manner, but that was fine. You can always chuck it up to you just analysing him.

“Now, Schatz.” His fingers wrapped around you chin, coaxing you gently to look up at him. “Lieutenant colonel Allard, Captain O’Neil, and I will be conducting a manhunt starting at 00:00 up until to 04:30 this Friday. Allard would be taking the North side of the base, I’ll be taking the South, and O’Neil would be taking the West area–”

You paid attention to every word he said, nodding your head every now and then. You kept your eyes locked to his, unaware of the growing tent inches away from your face in your colonel’s pants.

“–which is why I called you to my office.” His voice rips you out of your trance. “I wanted to ask you if you would be willing to lend out a hand in catching whatever it was that’s picking us off one by one?”

“Yes, sir.”

The way you responded with such speed had you internally clutching your pearls. You were so confused as to why you had agreed so easily without even asking for the details. Hopefully, your colonel would be kind enough to graciously brief you and the team before he sends you all out to play limbo with this culprit.

König smiles at your eagerness to help the team—to help him. The younger ones weren’t so eager like you; often having to be bribed with a reward just to help. But you? You said yes without any hesitation.

“Are you married, Schatz?”

“No, sir.”

“How come? Most female or male soldiers your age are married. Why aren’t you?”

“Why aren’t you?”

Your body tensed as your mind caught up with that loose mouth of yours, but before you could even stop yourself the words had already been uttered into the world.  Holding your tongue and making you blurt this in front of your superior needs to be fired. Like, bro, pick a different sim to fuck up. Please. You might’ve had the chance to be in his good graces, being offered promotion after promotion because König did say he’s read your files – he’s awfully touchy too, but maybe that’s because he’s comfortable around you. You might’ve had a chance of walking out the office, alive and healthy with nothing but a nod of a head and telling you to be prepared for the operation this upcoming Friday – but now you’ve said those words with such casualness that it doesn’t really suit the dynamic between you two, and could promptly land you to some punishments. You could–

The colonel chuckles, eyes closed as his shoulder’s shook, and the sound of it makes your cheeks flare with warmth.

“What gave it away, Schatz?”

Your body relaxed, seeing he wasn’t offended or irritated by your response.

“It’s uh… um, the lack of wedding ring, sir.”

“Oh? What an observant klein leutnantin.”

He looks at you, contemplating for a moment before König spoke.

“I have trouble finding a… suitable mate, if you will. Mutter often tells me that I’m a carbon copy of my father, which could explain why she’s so distant and hostile towards me. I don’t… I don’t know or saw the need to find a partner until… until recently.”

His gaze lands on you as he said the last two words. You furrowed your brows, wondering who or what could’ve changed his mind. With a tilt of your head to the side, you asked him a question that stems from his words.

“How come your mother hated you just because you looked like your father? You can’t exactly control your looks.”

“Because he was a monster who had forced himself on her, and forced her to carry his child – which would be me.”

Your eyes widened at that. You didn’t exactly expect the colonel to say it so casually, as if it’s a fun fact you’re telling to a kindergarten. You pursed your lips, looking away, feeling awkward and bad now that you had brought up the topic.

“I’m sorry… I… I didn’t… know.” Was all you can muster.

“You seem to not know anything at all, Schatz.” He cooed at you. “It’s alright. You needn’t be sorry. How I was born is something I cannot control, but the outcome of who I can be is.”

König chuckles, walking over to pat your head affectionately and holy shit it has your heart racing.

“Growing up, the children my age shunned me. They had thrown rocks at me, calling me a monster. My mother did nothing to comfort me, dismissing me and shoving a sack to cover my face. I spent most times outside the house, often sleeping on caves by the waters or at the sand by the shore. The lake is something comforting, I must say… I miss it – yearn for it, if you will."

“Lake? Don’t you mean ocean?”

“My hometown was in Hallstatt Lake, Austria.”

His words ring a bell. You could’ve sworn you’ve heard of Hallstatt Lake before. You tried to remember where you heard it, but couldn’t. Oh, well. If I can’t remember it, then it ain’t that important.

 My father travelled from the ocean and dwelled by the lakes of that area. Then he saw mein mutter and... you know how that story went. Anyways, I have learned that I am… hideous. Therefore, that is one of the contributes as to why I am still, in your kind’s terms, single.”

“So you’ve never had partners before? Not even… I dunno… doing the devil’s tango? Sex?”

He laughs, shaking his head. “No, Schatz. They back out the last minute.”

You looked at him pitifully. He was a lonely man, wanting to have someone beside him and yet his self-esteem was so low. Maybe fucking him could boost his self-esteem. It’s not like I’m craving him, I’m simply helping. Maybe I could be the first to teach him the intimate touch of a woman. The comforts of the flesh. There was something about damaged men that are just so fucking hot. After all, it’s just a twenty-three years old age gap between König and I – Woah, what?! Pause. Your thoughts screeched to a halt, pinching yourself for letting it wander off that far.

How did it get to this?

How did the two of you get so comfortable to the point he’s literally just trauma dumping on you, and you’re lending an ear to listen. You should be walking out f the door, telling him this was unprofessional but you find yourself glued to the chair, heart going out to König as you empathize with him.

“I may not know what you look like under the mask, but mom did tell me that you can see if a person has a handsome or beautiful face is by looking at the shape of their eyes.”

“Oh? And what have you deduced from just observing my eyes, Schatz? Am I considered monstrous?”

“No, sir… I’d say you’re beautiful.”

König’s eyes widened at your words, his cheeks burning beneath the mask and he’s so fucking thankful that you can’t see his face or what he looks like underneath. His heart thumps louder than it did when he first saw you.

He is fighting the urge to invite you to move in with him to his quarters, keeping you all to himself. König’s sure that his bedroom is way more spacious and comfier than that of a lieutenant’s. The Austrian giant has to physically restrain himself from snatching you, and dragging you into the shadows with him where no one can rip you from his embrace – he can’t bear thinking about you being with someone else.

“Was it offensive… sir?”

“No, liebling. I just think you are blind.”

König would absolutely whisk you away right now. All you need to do was say the word, and he’d be following your words as if they are the ten commandments. He can and will buy you an estate if you want, just pick a place—preferably in Hallstatt, Austria—and that would be easy for him. König would love to just provide for you, to get to go home to someone as adorable and meek as you are – eager to succeed and be praised by the most little of things. You would be protected there. No one would ever disturb you.

His father was never there for his mother. Left nothing to support her other than trauma after he was hunted down by the townsfolk and brutally murdered. König tells himself that he would be different, that he would give you the world. You need only ask. 

He understands that being delusional isn’t healthy, and that his psychiatrist would definitely shoot him with a Nerf gun for letting himself descend into this type of madness, but he was old.

And lonely.

And you’re just so sweet and so nice to him, going so far as to tell him he’s beautiful. And despite spending too much time in waters, König drowns himself in fantasies about you being in a giant house, welcoming him home after his deployment, pregnant and eager to kiss him sweetly. You who can be his everything. A cure for his troubles and woes, even though his psychiatrist had severely advised him to not put your partner on high pedestals because it is extremely unhealthy and co-dependent.

König knows he can’t just blurt shit out as he pleases, lest he scares you away. You would scream at him, call him a sociopath – or a psychopath if you aren’t as knowledgeable as him in the department of terms. He is only self-aware enough to know that he can lose you if he made one wrong move.          

He’s old and tired. And he wants to experience fatherhood before he dies, preferably having you as his klein Frau. But he can’t rush you. He needs to bid his time. In that moment, König decided—regretfully so—to let you go back to your duties for the day.

He needed to get close to you than he ever did before—needed to work with you to have you close to him at all times.

“That would be all, liebling.” König says to you. “You are free to go now. I don’t really want to hold you up here for too long.”

“It’s an honour to be picked by you, colonel.” You chirp happily, eager to maintain this casualness between you two in hopes of getting promoted faster.

The giant, behemoth of a man watches you walk away from him, eyes glued to your hips and adorable, plump ass. Your frame still smaller than him even when you stood up to your full height. It was endearing to him. Soft blue eyes following your every move, watching you as you give him one last smile and a friendly wave before you closed the door shut behind you.

“I’d say you’re beautiful.”

Your words echoed in his head, making the older being flustered as he ran his hands over his face and sighed. He couldn’t get it out of his mind, and he knew he’d be clinging to that until the day he died.

“It shall be the day that the sun is at its peak when you find what you longingly desire. Once the sky is thick with water and the blood of warriors are spilled, the gods will give you a chance to converse with this creature. You should turn them away. Put them at arms-length, but you are a selfish being. You would devour them, drain them until they are merely husks because of your depravities… I pity this young girl.”

He recalls the stupid reading he had gotten from a so-called ‘wise woman’ twelve years ago in her quaint house at Wolfengasse street. Maybe that völva was genuine in her craft before she left Austria.

[ma1dita]

if you need to be mean (be mean to me)

a ‘partners in crime’ installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

words: 1.5k

summary: (established relationship) The one where he leaves before you wake up. You and Luke both can't ignore what's in front of you—and both of you feel guilty leading up to that night (Luke Castellan x dionysus!reader)

warnings: suggestive mdni if you’re uncomfortable – nondescript mentions of sex

a/n: someones gotta take mitski away from the pjo editors for fucks sake. yes, this is based off of ‘i don’t smoke’ (audiotree live) don’t look at me.

(posted 1/30/24 thanks to my betas ellie and lari @lixzey & @mrsaluado )

'lovers, or partners in crime' comes directly after

___

[ you come down and tell me, “i was meant for you”, baby || being with you makes the flame burn good ]

Your father once told you when you were younger that you were a divining rod for mayhem; you attract it, cause it, and in very few instances, you are the cure. It’s why your roles and responsibilities at camp hid you away from your full potential, and Luke knew you could achieve greatness if you left with him. He understood your madness more than you’ll ever know, and saw you for what you are–his cure. But he made his choice long before he recognized his devotion to you, distancing himself in order to fulfill his plans of waging war against the gods.

Sweet and sultry words slip from his lips to distract you from the growing distance of his heart from yours. A distraction is what he’s always been, and he’s good at playing the part. After all, everything he’s learned about deception and acting, he’s picked up from you. 

The guilt still sits heavy in his heart as he watches you walk around your bedroom the night before he leaves. Luke’s wondered if there’s any way he can convince you to come with him, but he knows your heart is softer than his, more forgiving. He thinks his damnation is past forgiveness anyway.

You trod over to meet him on your bed, hands full of moisturizer as you climb onto his lap and you look so willing and pliant to whatever he’ll say next. Luke knows you’ve been extra gentle with him lately, and it makes him sigh. This would be easier if you hated each other. But that’s the farthest thing from the truth.

Soft hands rub the moisturizer into his skin, delicately caressing his scar, and when he opens his eyes again, you’re smiling and looking how he wants to remember you. His lovely girl, who holds his rage like someone should’ve held his 9-year-old self running away from home. His hands settle around your hips, holding onto you until he can’t anymore and Luke wonders if there was any prophecy out there that could’ve told him that he’d always be running home to you. He just has to take the long way home this time. 

By morning, you might not look at him with this much love, and he’s not even sure you’ll forgive him, so he pulls you into a kiss so deep that even Kronos’s attacks on his mind can’t pull him away.

“Mmmm,” you moan, gasping for air as he continues the assault down your neck, marking you with his lips so you have something to remember him by, “Not that I’m complaining, but what’s gotten into you, angelface?” If only you knew.

“Can’t help it baby, you’ve got a face I’d go to war for,” he mutters, pressing another kiss to your lips, “and a heart I’d die for.” He’s smiling into your cheek, but his expression falters for a moment when you look into his golden-flecked eyes.

Maybe you know more than you let on, awareness cognizant in your features. The jig is up, and he’s ready for you to call him out on it—but a half smile falls upon your face instead, and for some reason, this feels like the inevitable goodbye. There was never much you two could hide from each other after all.

“I know it’s been hard lately, Luke. But let me take your pain away. Please,” and it sounds almost like you’re begging.

The both of you are a little guilty tonight, hearts heavy and conscious of what this means for the both of you, hoping that your actions will suffice as the coercion, the explanation, the apology— instead of the unspoken truth that will come to light when you wake. 

___

[ if you need to be mean, be mean to me || i can take it and put it inside of me ]

Both of you are more desperate tonight, bodies moving languidly like you have all the time in the world. It’s a conversation in itself as he ruts into you, trying to stuff you to the brim so you won’t forget what it’s like to feel him in your bones. 

‘Promise you’ll remember me.’

Here, in the confines of cabin 12, you are his alone, and there are no gods or monsters that can take away the feeling of you from under his fingertips. Yours are grasping onto his arms, leaving crescent-shaped indents as you will away whatever’s eating at his brain, and through the golden glint of his irises, for a moment he looks like himself again, unburdened and soft. 

‘Is there any other way?’

He’s convinced your wanton moans are his salvation, legs thrown over his shoulders, and his name in your mouth. You’re hanging onto him for dear life as he melts into you, and you wonder if you hold on any tighter, maybe this won’t have to end. But the both of you are chasing an inescapable conclusion, obstructing any thoughts or words with another tangle of your lips. 

‘I don’t know how to be without you.’

Tongues clashing like swords for one last battle, and there’s no winner at the end of this one, no matter how good it feels.

“Luke, p-please!” 

The scream rattles your throat and his fingers graze your pulsepoint as he moans lowly, watching your eyes roll back. It’s undetermined what you’re asking for, but the both of you bask in what comes after, him falling into your embrace as you writhe at the thought of wondering if this is the only glory you can offer him and if it’s enough to satiate his inherent need for revenge. 

‘How do you expect me to forget you?’

___

[ if your hands need to break more than trinkets in your room || you can lean on my arm as you break my heart ||  just don’t leave me alone wondering where you are ]

'You could fix him.'

The thought echoes loudly in your head as Kronos’ orders recalibrate in his brain, the edges blurred from your powers, and he stares up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling as he lets out a deep breath. 

His mind is clearer than it’s been in months, and his gaze turns to see you watching him, messy hair framing your sleepy face. Your eyelids flutter slowly as you both take each other in, immortalizing this moment with both of you hoping the other will change their mind. Luke pulls your hand to his lips, kissing each of your fingertips before holding it over his heart. If there was anything else you could do to extract his madness, you’ve already exhausted all your efforts. And if there was a way to make you see his perspective, he’s run out of words to convince you. Both of you are stubborn and more like your fathers than you care to admit; what a shame that neither of you has the power to prove them wrong. The fear is the only thing keeping you both awake now.

If you close your eyes, you might never see him again. 

“You need to rest now, baby. Think I’m gonna stay up for a little while longer,” Luke whispers into the dim light.

“Are you gonna stay here tonight?” The words slur from your lips as you fight the weight of your eyelids, desperate for a moment longer with your lover. You hope that even as you lose consciousness you’ll still be able to finish the job for his sake.

“There’s nowhere else I’d be, Trouble.”

___

[ i am stronger than you give me credit for ]

As soon as he’s sure you’re asleep, he lifts your hand off his heart and sneaks out from under your covers without a sound. Pulling his clothes on and grabbing his converse, Luke makes sure there’s no trace left of him here. It’ll be easier for you when you wake up, less of his mess to pick up after. He looks around your room and admires how it’s a museum of your relationship—a liberty he was never able to have or fully share with you in cabin 11.

Surely that’s the gods’ fault too, that he’s never had anything to call his own besides you and the space you share with him wholeheartedly. His fingers hover over the photos of you two tacked to your bulletin board, and the flowers he picked from the field sitting in a vase. Luke turns to you, creeping to your sleeping figure, and tucks you in properly under the duvet, hands seamlessly making his side of the bed. He tries to ignore your outstretched hand resting on his pillow.

At the very least, Luke hopes you know that he cares for you so meticulously in this way, knowing that he’s about to lose himself as soon as he walks off the campgrounds. He hovers over the foot of your bed, inhaling the scent of berries and linen for one last time.

“It’s you and me, Trouble. I love you.”

Every step he takes towards the door and down the stairs of your loft is a nail in his coffin.

Luke chooses to wage war upon the world so that when you find him again, he’ll be a better man. 

A hero. 

All for you. 

He just hopes that he can see it through.

___

“To make her happy, I would invent God if I had to.” -Marguerite Duras

next part: lovers, or partners in crime

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[pjohoo-reclists]

Percy Jackson/Rachel Elizabeth Dare Fic Recs

insomniacs plus skatepark dates by blackpercy

G | 200 words | Complete

Percy Jackson/Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Percy Jackson & Rachel Elizabeth Dare

it's a date at a skatepark. but it's 2 am. and they're best friends.

I’d Stay In Your Arms Forever If I Could by robindrake93

T | 500 words | Complete

Percy Jackson/Rachel Elizabeth Dare

Fluff, Light Angst, Implied Sexual Content

Rachel and Percy spend the night in Paul’s car.

Not Your Missing Half by lyssq

G | 700 words | Complete

Percy Jackson/Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase

Alternate Universe, Soulmates, Soul Identifying Marks

Despite the summer heat, Percy Jackson was wearing a hoodie over his camp t-shirt. Rachel Elizabeth Dare was the only one who knew why.

obligatory underwater kiss by newrome

G | 700 words | Complete

Percy Jackson/Rachel Elizabeth Dare

Underwater kiss, Camp Half Blood, Canon Universe

it's an obligatory underwater perachel kiss, exactly what it says

at least the moon is the same for both of us by lilllac

G | 900 words | Complete

Percy Jackson/Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Percy Jackson & Rachel Elizabeth Dare

Fluff, Romantic Friendship, they're both troublemakers and I love them

Rachel was a reminder that there was a good reason - a mortal as well as a divine one - to still be giving so much of himself in that war, even though Percy sometimes felt that he was handing over more parts of his soul than he would have remaining, in the end. (could be read as either platonic or romantic, it's up to you).

it's a demigod thing by newrome

G | 1.2k | Complete

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“Imagine being some normal kid in Roberts’ Pre-Calc class and looking at the Percy Jackson and not knowing he’s some superhero who bends spit.” “Don’t forget toilets,” I joked. “That’s my specialty.”

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G | 1.3k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Rachel Elizabeth Dare

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"“I’m sorry, that was stupid of me. You don’t have to kiss me if you don’t want to, of course,” Rachel was babbling. (...) “No, I want to,” he interrupted her, not even sure what she had been saying but to be fair, he thought that Rachel herself didn’t know anymore what she’d been going on about, just trying to fill the silence with words." Set during the beginning of "The Last Olympian." What if Beckendorf had arrived a few minutes later to take Percy to war?

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T | 1.6k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Rachel Elizabeth Dare

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Percy has nightmares that make him lash out in his sleep.

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T | 1.6k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Rachel Elizabeth Dare

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five years after his fight with kronos, percy bumps into rachel one wintry day in new york.

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T | 1.7k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Rachel Elizabeth Dare

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T | 2.0k | Complete

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Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Family Fluff, Future Fic

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Paper & Trust by robindrake93 

T | 2.0k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Rachel Elizabeth Dare

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Rachel and Percy have always been in love.

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G | 2.0k | Complete

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T | 2.1k | Complete

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send me your location. by LovelyVerisimilitude

T | 2.2k | Complete

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“I think we need to talk,” Rachel says, unhurried. “About the other day.” Percy’s grip stiffens, and his throat almost closes up when he says, “What’s there to talk about?” “I just feel like―like we’re drifting apart.” She turns to him, her mouth physically frowning, her brows crinkled in concentration. “And I hate that.” (MODERN AU ― Rachel’s been away, Percy’s been stuck at home, and somehow, neither of them seem to get along like they used to.)

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T | 3.0k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Rachel Elizabeth Dare

Deity Percy Jackson, Established Relationship, Bittersweet

“Apollo’s watching us, me, you,” Rachel said, seemingly out of nowhere. “Keep an eye out on him.” He blinked, confused. “What’s that got to do with anything?” “You’ll see.” Her smile was sad. “But he’ll be with us along the way, and you need to be prepared for that.” Of course he would be. Apollo was close to the Oracle of Delphi. As far as Percy knew, that’d been true for much of history, though the relationship took different forms. Rachel was different though, someone Apollo considered something of a friend. “I love you,” she said. “Don’t ever forget that.” — Or: Percy lives as a new God, never leaving Rachel's side. As the years go by, Rachel grows older and Percy, well, doesn't. Percy deals with what it means to love a mortal and Demigod dreams that never went away. Apollo waits.

[phoenix--flying]

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Luke Castellan & Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase & Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase & Alabaster Torrington, Luke Castellan & Annabeth Chase, Ethan Nakamura & Alabaster Torrington, Percy Jackson & Alabaster Torrington, Percy Jackson & Ethan Nakamura

Characters: Percy Jackson, Luke Castellan, Chris Rodriguez, Valentina Diaz, Silena Beauregard, Lee Fletcher, Annabeth Chase, Alabaster Torrington, Ethan Nakamura, Original Characters

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-The Lightning Thief, Pre-The Sea of Monsters , Good Luke Castellan, luke just being an older brother, Percy Jackson Joins Kronos, Annabeth Chase joins Kronos, Pre-Relationship, no beta we die like percy didnt

Percy leaned his head on the window, letting his eyes close. His mind drifted to a car ride with his mom, the radio playing some random station they both enjoyed and a comfortable silence as they drove. He missed her.

OR

percy meets some of his allies

[sips-tea-cutely]

6:25 AM - tipping and toppling even if it makes us sick

“Let's not look at each other who will get off first

Let’s not drag things out

Let's follow our hearts

Let's put an end to this

A repeated seesaw game

Let's stop it now.” —Trivia 轉 : Seesaw

(cw: adultery, supposed to have beta but they’re always dead just like oda 😞, theyre unhappy but they stay together, bsd withdrawal causes ooc dazai)

“You’re up early.” Dazai closed the bedroom door and ran a hand through his hair. “Mhm, where’s my award?” he joked as he sat down, the coffee you’ve prepared for him already going cold. Neither of you spoke, nor did you dare break the silence. The previous night was quite the fever dream to you both, an estranged memory of arguments stuck in your heads. To be honest, he couldn’t remember what started it all; to him, your relationship has always been like this.

Your smile, your voice, everything about you— he used to glorify it and sing its praises to anyone willing to listen. you were like his drug; a quick fix to escape his dreadful reality— a drug that quickly became a sickening addiction. The high you’d give him eventually faded, the sense of relief that came with your presence eventually became offending to him, something that disturbed even his sense of self.

‘You’re quite patient to be able to deal with someone like Dazai, s/o. It’s admirable.’ ‘Ahh, I could never let my big brother go if he flirted with other women! You should tell him to stop it, s/o!’ the agency often commented on your romance with Dazai— after all, who’d think the man who revered death as an end of suffering would live another day for you? A mischievous boyfriend and a patient s/o, how perfect!

He’s only extending both his and your misery, and he fucking knows it. He can’t even find it in himself to care, he doesn’t have the energy to acknowledge you at all. To him, you’re just a hindrance to get past the day. At the same time though, your presence comforts Dazai— it allows him to feel like there is a worse person than him. Of course, logically, it makes no sense, but without you, Dazai ends up cockier and more secretive than he usually is.

To him, you were his only definition of love. Is love tiring? if it’s you, then it most definitely is. He’s so sick of you; the devastating beauty of you and your god awful contrast— the Kronos to your Gaia, all he did was ruin you until you broke, corrupting your mind to the brink of hysteria.

“Ah… Mr. Dazai, should we really be doing this..? I'll get fired if we are caught!” The nurse cried out. “Oh, but you’re so pent up, aren’t you?” he innocently asked. “Let me help you relax for a while.” he smiled, a genuine one.

Adultery is wrong— everyone should know that, but she was a fresh breath of air. there was no obligation to love you, there was only him in his own world.

For a moment, Dazai could’ve sworn he saw a glimpse of someone slightly peeking through, fleeing and leaving the door ajar at the sight of him. “Did you forget to lock the door? we are sure to get caught if we don’t.” he looked back at the nurse before gently pushing her off of the hospital bed.

You didn’t say anything about his injury— you barely acknowledged that he was gone. Perhaps you didn’t care, or you didn’t want to know anything about it— either way, it saved him from reciting the speech he thought of while coming back.

He shouldn’t have begged you for that date— looking back, it’s honestly embarrassing how much trouble he went through. If he didn’t, he’d be a single bachelor, free to do as his heart desired.

No one is forcing him to date you, it’s stupid how scared he is, scared of losing the agency’s trust. If he broke your heart, everyone would see it as Dazai being a heartbreaker; if he manipulated you into breaking up with him, they’d still assume he did something horrible. It’s like that term— digging your own grave, was it?

As he put down his cup, he cupped your hand across the table— “I care for you, okay~?” He scrunched up his mouth and eyes into a smile. I care for you, not ‘I love you’. It was painstakingly obvious. “Thanks, ‘Samu. Remember that I’m here for you as well.” you hummed back to him, smiling back as if you were trying to convince yourself that you loved him again.

He’s so sick of you, both of you know that. but he can’t see himself with anyone but you either.

[sleeppaw]

For Fuck’s Sake

We do not need another Harry Potter Reboot. A reboot should only be for those that have failed or need a better way of retelling the story. The Disney+ Percy Jackson series was needed as the films butchered the story (Kronos was introduced in Book 3) while The Chronicles of Narnia needs a new adaptation after Disney allowed the rights to slip after 2008′s Prince Caspian. There are hundreds of IPs that would make fine adaptations (I would love to see a film adaptation of “Uglies”. I highly doubt it would be adapted. “Titanic 2020″ would have been ideal before Covid, but because the story centres on a pandemic that forced the world into lockdown an adaptation would have been too soon) Plus the target audience (Children and teenagers) is into Percy Jackson and related series now, as well as “Heartstopper”, my generation (The older Millennials) have moved on to things like “Game of Thrones”, “Lord Of The Rings” and “The Cousins’ War” series, while younger Millennials are into manga and New Adult fiction, and with the likelihood “Generation Beta” will have their own era-defining work (Similar to how “Harry Potter” and “The Twilight Saga” was a generation-defining work for Millennials, “The Hunger Games” for Generation Z and “Percy Jackson” will be for Generation Alpha), there won’t be a point to it at all. Not everything need reboots, and we need more original ideas. Although my original stories have a number of inspirations, Achilles Molyneux’s personality (Being quite hyperactive but having a roguish streak to him) is unusual to say the least, to the point in my “Character Notes” I called him a “Roguish Keet” because that’s what the character is, and if my short stories ever get an animated adaptation (I will be willing to allow “The Disco”, “Away At Summer Camp” and “Night Owl” to get adaptations though)  I hope they don’t tone down those traits

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

A Crown Without Jewels

by Rottenest 27 people had a lot of blood; what could he say? “Danyal?” Damian asked, his voice faux-confident. Danny knew that voice, though. Damian spoke in it every time Danny came back from training, his eyes still burning green. Danny sighed. He dropped the katana, hearing it clatter to the floor. Damian carefully, suspiciously, lowered his arm. He still kept his own katana tight in his hands. Both of them knew Danny didn’t go rabid with the red; he could still plot and be deceitful. He didn’t get that blinding Pit Rage. ---OR--- Some 8 years after Danny ran away from the League after his own sort-of experience with the Pits, he and his brother happen to reunite in some less than stellar circumstances. Meaning right after Danny fought and heavily injured roughly 27 assassins. Not-- not the best. TL;DR - Demon twins AU with Pit influenced!Danny Words: 10738, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Robin: Son of Batman (Comics), Danny Phantom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Gen Characters: Danny Fenton, Damian Wayne, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Talia al Ghul, Dick Grayson, Jack Drake, Mary Grayson, Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne, a lot of mentioned characters - Character Relationships: Danny Fenton & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Danny Fenton & Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members & Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Past Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne - Relationship Additional Tags: Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne are Twins, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Danny Fenton-centric, Not Phantom Planet Compliant (Danny Phantom), Everyone Needs A Hug, BAMF Danny Fenton, Bad Parent Talia al Ghul, Jack Drake Tries, Canon-Typical Violence, Ghosts, Clockwork is Kronos, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Damian Wayne is Robin, Ghost King Danny Fenton, Damian Wayne Needs a Hug, Protective Danny Fenton, define "good brother" please, because these two are uhhh, yea, Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), Past Character Death, meet danny fr hes just that tag, no beta we die like danny via https://ift.tt/qdZmW7k

[pluralzalpha]

Galactic Gazetteer: Qo'noS

AKA: Kronos, Chronos, Klinzhai, Kling, the Homeworld

Class: M

Quadrant: Beta

Location: Sector 70, Omega Leonis Block

Moons: one, Praxis (destroyed 2293)

Inhabitants: Klingons, Orions

Affiliation: Klingon Empire

Landmarks: First City, Orion Embassy Outpost, Caves of Kahless, Kang's Summit, Ketha Lowlands

First human visit by: Jonathan Archer, Enterprise NX-01, 2251

First appearance: TNG "Sins of the Father" (1990)

Fun fact: the ozone layer was depleted following the explosion of Praxis in 2293. Presumably the Federation were able to help with fixing this, but given the planet was expected to become uninhabitable within fifty years, and given how different it looked in Enterprise (2151) and TNG (2367) it's quite possible the Klingons claimed a new Homeworld.

Another fun fact: honeycombed with volcanic passages and caves

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

To hell and back

by XxArrowAce_x

Tommyinnit is a half blood, shockingly. He has an interesting relationship with his parents and recently divorced step parent, and the least of his worry really should be killer manticore tutors but our dude does not catch a break. This has Death Gore Angst Family issues Mental issues Wilbur being a wreck of a person Brief Dream and fundy but purely to create more Angst This is not Percy Jackson but the characters are changed but it is at camp half-blood and Thailas tree does exist though with a different name. I hope you enjoy my enormous pile of angst.

Words: 1370, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen, Multi

Characters: you know the drill - Character

Relationships: TommyInnit & TommyInnit's Father & TommyInnit's Mother (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Niki | Nihachu & Wilbur Soot, Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Cara | CaptainPuffy & TommyInnit, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Karl Jacobs/Sapnap

Additional Tags: TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), Crimeboys - Freeform, PJO AU, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Angst, I stole a few things from Rick Fiordland like Thaila’s tree but not much, Character Death, Blood and Gore, Hurt, I want to ruin your life like Luke and Bianca ruined mine, i will have more info in desc, Camp Half-Blood (Percy Jackson), Apollo kid Tommy, Puffy is a main character like the queen she is, Mentioned Kronos (Percy Jackson), This Is Not Going To Go The Way You Think, i am too gay for this it’s dsmp in a PJO au what do you think I do with my time, Slow Burn, Slow To Update, I promise it’s worth it, No beta read we die like the majority of characters in this story

[kronos-lungbarrow-oakdown]

turns out I’m not a writer, I’m just in a bad need of a friend to talk about Doctor Who with 🥹

[neon-lights-stardust-nights]

new and full for strange and 🚬! you can choose which is which 😋

bonus zer0 and third quarter!

Oooo, Zer0 gets their own tag now! (For future reference: my Zer0 kin timeline used a decent sized list of pronouns, and our Zer0 fictive uses he/they interchangeable, SO A LOT OF PRONOUNS MAY GET THROWN AROUND FOR ZER0 I'M SORRY!)

Let's get a move on!

[the meme]

New - Your life together has just started, and the possibilities are limitless. What do you do? + 🚬

Bone stared down the scope for a moment. Terry had his hands up, he'd dropped his gun. "I'm gonna make you and offer," Terry called. "Care to listen?"

Bone was already a super well trained assassin anyway, and with this whole operation Terry is running... Their working life started before their romantic life. Those possibilities were limitless!

I think their life together still started very casual too. Terry is just genuinely a nice dude when I'm not writing Abusive AU things of him, hehe. Smoke breaks together, sharing the kinds of moments only two men rejected by their societies can...

And Bone gets sent on all the jobs that are too dirty for Terry to do. Bone eliminates everything fae's told, the way computer's execute on commands to the letter. He makes faer into a guard dog. Bone is all too willing...

Full - Your life together is coming to a close. Looking back, are you happy with how it went? + Strange

Kronos stared out the window, still wearing that blank expression from when Riddler picked faer up. Edward would've loved to be able to tell faer that the future was bright and full of chances fae would've never had before. At the moment, it didn't look like fae would listen. When he opened his mouth to speak, Zacharie cut him off.

"What am I going to do now?"

I think if Strange ever discarded faer, died, or otherwise left... Kronos would miss it too much. Not only would fae be happy with the decision to stay with him and in his care, but fae wouldn't really properly mourn it now that it's gone. Strange carved out so much of faers everything at that point.

Where is fae gonna get those sedatives? There's so many triggers he implanted that fae knows might get triggered by accident too. Can Eddie really protect faer from Crane--is Crane even still looking for faer? Yes, yes he is.

There's too much confusion to look forward through. Kronos inevitably stares back, blind as though fae were looking at the sun.

Third Quarter - How do you deal with obstacles and diversity as a couple? What are problems you most often face? + Zer0

Fae groaned, loading the pistol. "I would've thought we'd bring more than just the two of us!"

"We had no option. / Continue to hold the line, / Backup will be here."

Most of their problems are Pandora problems. Though Zer0 can cover the front some with his sword, that means getting in there first. Current beta of my Borderlands s/i is a sniper as well, and fae is more suited to picking off from the back. Though Zer0 can go rushing in and out of the front lines (make distance, shoot, stealth, stab, repeat) fae is much less capable in anything up close and personal.

So, a lot of the obstacles they face are in regards to that. If they aren't traveling with anyone else, it's how to carry the load of combat together. Fae can be abrasive and stubborn, while Zer0 tends to forget to actually communicate with faer in the midst of shootouts and such.

Because of the actual heat and frenetic nature of combat, these arguments tend to crop up with a pouring heap of adrenaline on top. They always get settled, and everything else seems like child's play by comparison. It helps that fae isn't particular about how things like rewards are split up, so long as fae gets a piece at all. If anything, fae is oddly passive in a lot of areas outside observers would probably expect more bite out of faer over! It's combat and how to handle it--that's the sticking point.

[doodlebless]

Sonic Frontiers spoilery musings ahead

Thinking about how Kronos Island was supposed to be a lot bigger and incorperate both Rhea and Ouranos Islands into it and yeah it’s sad that the game lists 5 named islands in the game when technically 3 of them were part of one huge island originally, but at the same time I’m kind of relieved that Sonic Team didn’t make Kronos have that scope because keeping that up for the other islands would have absolutely been too much for them to do, so they scaled back so each area doesn’t feel completely barren with nothing going on for huge areas at a time.

Would I have liked to have seen the Ancients’ spaceship? Yes absolutely. I would’ve loved to see a fully realised Rhea Island with all the beta stuff implimented into it too. I adore seeing how cut stuff would be implimented into media but honestly I’m just so happy the game is how it is.

Although I did have an idea for how Rhea Island could be the final island while still only having the towers there at first, but if Ouranos already existed then I wouldn’t want to waste it either. It feels like a dimensional shift island or something, out of kilter with Kronos/Rhea but still a part of them in a weird way. I need to explore this game some more because the theorising is real.

[ao3feed-jjk]

Percy's Domain

by Shamar_Blades A one shot of Percy using Domain Expansion. No beta we die like demigods. Technically not how domain expansion works. Words: 273, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Domain Expansion Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Percy Jackson, Kronos (Percy Jackson), Luke Castellan, Poseidon (Percy Jackson), Hades (Percy Jackson), Zeus (Percy Jackson) Additional Tags: Domain Expansion (Jujutsu Kaisen), BAMF Percy Jackson, Kronos Being an Asshole (Percy Jackson), Percy surprising Kronos via https://ift.tt/WtBX1S0

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Entwinded Mates: Worldbuilding Journal #1

Entwinded Mates: Worldbuilding Journal #1 https://ift.tt/ltbYidF by mackenziefanfics This is simply a collection of worldbuilding for my upcoming multi fandom crossover/alternate universe series titled "The Entwined Mates Chronicles" which spans various fandoms and alternate universes while remaining in my own fictional universe. *More fandoms may be added at a later date! So be on the lookout!* Words: 1430, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of The Entwined Mates Chronicles Fandoms: Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler, Free!, Rise of the Guardians (2012), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Supernatural (TV 2005), Haunted Mansion (2023) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Katrine Ashford (OC), Hatbox Ghost | Alistair Crump, William Gracey, Constance Hathaway, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Ciel Phantomhive, Sebastian Michaelis, Alois Trancy, Claude Faustus, Astoria Phantomhive (OC), Evander Damiens (OC), Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians), Pitch Black (Rise Of The Guardians), E. Aster. Bunnymund (Rise of the Guardians), Nicholas St. North (Rise of the Guardians), Toothiana (Rise of the Guardians), Sanderson Mansnoozie (Rise of the Guardians), Harry Potter, Tom Riddle, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Percy Jackson, Luke Castellan, Annabeth Chase, Grover Underwood, Lucifer (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester Relationships: Hatbox Ghost | Alistair Crump/Original Female Character, Ciel Phantomhive/Sebastian Michaelis, Alois Trancy/Claude Faustus, Original Female Character/Original Male Character, Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians)/Pitch Black (Rise of the Guardians), Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Percy Jackson/Luke Castellan, Lucifer/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Magic, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Alistair Crump, Omega Ciel Phantomhive, Alpha Sebastian Michaelis, Omega Alois Trancy, Alpha Claude Faustus, Omega Jack Frost, alpha pitch black, Omega Harry Potter, Alpha Tom Riddle, Sane Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle is Not Voldemort, Omega Percy Jackson, Alpha Luke Castellan, Luke Doesn't get possessed by Kronos, Alpha Lucifer (Supernatural), Omega Sam Winchester, Alpha Castiel (Supernatural), Omega Dean Winchester via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/TYCbj3w August 17, 2024 at 07:36AM

[caribouv]

Joana randomly died like 2 days ago? fucking goat. absolute legend. used his guides in highschool, early college. even during my return stint to classic back in 2019.

during the first ever speedrun to 60 event he won it while second place was still fiddlesticking around at 53 or something some 22 hours behind. set a record in 2010ish that remains unbroken.

saw a random post on reddit. i actually remember people using his footage to confirm vanilla mechanics on nostralius.

"Having been following the private server development scene since 2012, I've spent a lot of time on bugtrackers for each big private server. There are hundreds to thousands of tickets made about every little thing you can imagine, things that we take for granted. e.g. Ticket #5029 Does 'Bloodsail Warlock' re-summon their Imp if the pet is killed and the mob resets? If so, how long till that occurs? Anything from armor values, damage of spells, mob behavior, mob patrols, literally everything had to be reverse engineered nearly from scratch. There was plenty of 2004-05 footage of the big ticket things: raid bosses, world bosses, elite quests, dungeons, scripted RP quests, etc. But there was an incredible shortage of high quality, long-play, generic leveling where you interact with a large amount of various mobs. How often does Zalazane in Durotar cast 'Shrink'? Where would you go to find footage/proof of that? The retail client (cataclysm and beyond) was nearly completely useless, as almost all of these mechanics had since changed. This is where Joana's footage came in. Go on any old private server ticket tracker and play a drinking game where you take a sip every time you see Joana's speedrun footage used as proof to solve an unknown issue. Don't actually do this, because you'll end up in the hospital. Unknowingly, Joana's documentation of the old-world provided an unbelievable wealth of knowledge for private servers to use and emulate. In effect, he is hugely responsible for the 'blizzlike' accuracy of private servers, especially between 2015-2018. As private servers transitioned from mostly 'funservers', 'leveling roads', and 'gm servers', they became far more accurate and soon you had a new demand for 'blizzlike' realms become the dominant force. Soon it wasn't long before all of this culminated in a few very accurate and faithful servers like Nostalrius, Light's Hope, Elysium, Kronos, etc. Finally, as servers became accurate, they exploded with popularity and very soon the community finally had the foothold to request official classic servers from Blizzard. Each one of these steps hinged on the work made by past private server developers, the bugfixing community, and of course the individual who leaked the alpha/beta vanilla client in the first place. Joana played an important role in that history, even beyond his work as a speedrunner. His documentation of the game paved the way for Classic, and for that I am extra thankful. RIP Furiouspaul, you were one of us."