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starks-hero · 1 year ago
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Oh, Little Horned One of the Old Oak Tree
Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader
Summary: Becoming the avatar of an ancient Celtic god came with some unforeseen side affects; side affects which you are yet to tell Steven about.
Word Count: 3.5k
Warnings: language, slight body horror if you squint, Steven is a ridiculously supportive boyfriend in the face of fuckery and we love him for it
a/n: giving the reader a supportive god/avatar relationship because it's what they deserve
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It's not that you hadn't tried to clean the blood, you'd done your best. But it stained the tips of your fingers and left the porcelain tiles of the bathroom a dark red.
You weren't entirely sure where it had all come from, but the damp, matted hair surrounding where the antlers had sprouted from your head served as a good indicator.
It shouldn't be happening, not yet. You had at least another fortnight till the next eclipse, (if your notes were anything to go by.) But you knew the moment your muscles began to ache and your bones began to creak that it was indeed happening, and it wasn't going to stop regardless of how upset it made you.
You'd tried to call Jake. Then Marc. But you didn't want to risk Steven answering the phone.
The bathroom was the closest refuge you could find and as it would seem it was far from the most ideal of places. You'd torn down the shower curtain in your haste to hide and all but shattered the delicate tiles beneath your feet.
The mirror had also fallen victim to your havoc, an almost artistically applaudable webbed crack spreading out from the centre of the glass where your elbow had made contact. A handful of rouge shards littered the floor and made quick work of slicing open your palm.
You glared at the offending piece of glass before picking it out of your hand and throwing it across the room with enough force that it was embedded in the opposite wall like a well-aimed dart.
You could still make out your reflection through the broken glass pane. Antlers sprouting from the crown of your head, winding off in all different directions. There was a pale glow to your eyes and ruins and ancient symbols wrapped around your arms and the expanse of your chest. And if your abundance of new features hadn't already qualified you for your own Magic: The Gathering card, you'd also doubled in height.
This would be a fucking delight to explain.
You took a moment to thank the gods for Stevens's late shift at the museum before steadying yourself with a deep breath.
You'd felt every bit of it; the stretching, twisting and growing of entirely new bones. And if the persistent pain in your chest and spine was anything to go by you figured it was far from over.
You could hear the deep, resonant voice of your deity, distant and far off, like rushing water over rock. His words were gruff and shaped by his accent as he apologized profusely; and as ego-boosting as it was having an eldritch being admit defeat and practically beg for your forgiveness, you found yourself in too much pain to truly enjoy the moment.
“Cernunnos,” you cursed the god's name.
Your legs were still crammed uncomfortably against your chest and the bathroom door whilst your antlers continued to do a glorious job of scrapping the paint job off the ceiling.
Another wave of pain hit, burning through your veins and seizing hold of your lungs. You coughed and spluttered, each attempt at a breath snagging in your throat like leaves catching on dead branches. The horrid sensation of shifting bones hit your chest and you doubled over with a hiss.
“Please make it stop.”
“I'm sorry, fia beag,” (little deer) the god said, his reflection appearing in the mirror shards. His antlers filled out the frame, putting your own to shame and his eyes, (despite, like the rest of his body, being those of a stag, which as far as species go aren't the most emotionally expressive–) were almost apologetic. “I've tried my best, I asked Manannan to reverse the tides to change the lunar phase and buy us time but it's too late.”
It was heartwarming really; how Cernnunos cared so much, enough to ask a fellow god to inconvenience the entire ocean all in the name of saving your love life. You were glad to have him, even if he was the reason you were going through pain worse than fucking childbirth.
“I'm sorry.” The god's ears flattened against his head and you wondered if you'd said the last part aloud.
“What's the point of all this again?” You'd shifted before but it was never irregular and never this bad.
“A thousand years ago my worshipers adored when my avatar arrived at Imbolc in this form!” Cernnunos sounded excited.
“So it was to show off?”
“To make the people feel seen and protected,” he countered.
“And it's something I have to go through because–?”
The god was quiet for a moment. “Old habits die hard?”
Cernnunos had off-handedly mentioned (downright bragged) about the pact he'd made with the moon sometime before the construction of Newgrange. That his avatar would be gifted with a godly form the night of each lunar eclipse. You weren't well versed in ancient deals between eldritch beings but apparently, it's not the kind of agreement you can back out of a millennia down the line.
And apparently, another moon-related god had initiated an eclipse two weeks ahead of schedule. (your money was on Khonshu over Artemis.)
“It will be alright, little one,” Cernnunos promised. It was soothing having him near, but he tended to have that effect. With him, you were like a fawn, comforted by the knowledge that it was protected by its elder. “Besides, it's not as though this night could get much worse for us.”
Almost comedically, the struggle of key in lock sounded and then the front door opened.
You and the god stared at each other, quite literally, like deers in headlights.
“Love? I'm home–”
Steven's voice sent your flight, fight, freeze response to full throttle and you beckoned for Cernnunos to leave as quietly and frantically as you could. The god seemed reluctant, but another chorus of a British accent from the other side of the door and he relented.
The glass rippled like water on a lake and then he was gone.
You could hear Steven moving around the flat, carrying out his usual routine of removing his name tag, unbuttoning his over shirt and tossing his bag on the couch.
You held your breath when the floorboards of the bedroom creaked and silently prayed he'd just call it a night in favour of finding you hiding in the bathroom looking like something straight from Pans Labyrinth. When he called out for you again you sent your head back against the wall with enough force to crack the tiles.
“Love, you alright?” There was three gentle raps on the door. “Darling?”
“I'm fine,” the words were unsteady. And had your voice gotten deeper?
There was a beat of silence outside the door then, “You don't sound fine.”
“I'm just not feeling great,” you managed. Just go, Steven. Please just go.
“Oh, darling, are you sick? Here let me–” The terrifying sight of the door handle turning caused your heart to almost hammer out of your chest. You rushed to press your foot against it and watched in horror as the timber split right down the middle. The door was barely clinging to the hinges.
You could hear Steven's shock on the other side of the door, a string of curses followed suit. “Y/N–”
“Just leave it, Steven!” you bit out. You hadn't meant for the words to sound so animalistic, so angry. But the only thing currently preventing your life from crumbling was a splintering door and your refusal to move your foot. You were allowed to be rash, you thought.
“Alright, you're scaring me now–”
The universe really wasn't letting up with its ironies today.
The wooden door panels creaked and splintered as Steven tried to open it from the outside. You kept your foot firmly pressed to the middle, but as the hinges began to groan you felt the sturdiness give way. It felt like you had your foot against a wet piece of tissue paper; you were going to tear right through it.
With one more shove from Steven's side, you were forced to surrender.
The door swung open with truly theatrical measure and Steven stumbled in behind it. Instinctually, you pushed yourself against the back wall, forgetting your new height and putting your head through the ceiling as you did.
Chaos is too kind of a word for what followed.
The sound that left Steven fell somewhere between a startled shout and a scream of genuine terror. You reached out and Steven fired back, his feet tying themselves in knots and sending him to the floor.
You struggled to pull your head out of the crater you'd left in the roof. A fine layer of debris and dust covered you and somewhat important-looking wires were strung across your antlers like poorly hung Christmas lights.
Almost on cue, the bathroom light flickered twice and came away from the ceiling, ending up in several pieces on the floor.
The dark apparently did nothing in making you look less menacing as Steven continued to voice his fears. And loudly at that. He hadn't moved, still frozen to the spot just outside the door.
“Steven, please–” you crawled forward at a snail's pace, each movement purposely slow.
He watched you with frantic eyes, his heart hammering like a rabbit against his chest. You'd never seen him so scared.
As he clambered to his feet, you dared to inch closer, but it was the opinion of the shattered tiles beneath your feet that you weren't moving nearly fast enough. You slipped on the porcelain shards and were all but thrown in Steven's direction.
Your rack broke your fall by all but embedding the tips of each spike in the wall surrounding the door frame. You'd put your head through so much wood and plaster in the past few minutes you were beginning to sympathize with mounted deer heads.
Steven was staring now, expression boarding on mild fear and absolute confusion. Then, his eyes flicked to the broken mirror behind you, and then his reflection in the window to his right.
Marc and Jake had taken their sweet time.
Steven looked between you, the mirror and the window and then back at you. Then it visibly clicked.
“Oh, oh my gods, Y/N you, you're-” he swallowed. “-what's happening?”
“It's my time of the month.” The joke went down like a led balloon. Steven swayed on his feet.
“Steven, are you alright?”
“Yeah, sort of. No, not really.”
You craned your neck as far as your current predicament would allow for. “Are you going to pass out?”
“Maybe.”
“Okay,” you said the word beneath your breath. He hadn't run which, all things considered, meant this was going fairly well. Even from the awkward angle you were stuck in you could feel his eyes on you, shifting from one monstrous feature to the next, lingering on the markings and the fucking antlers and the–
“Love, you have blood– you're bleeding.” And just like that, a flip switched in Steven's mind at the sight of you wounded. This man was a true enigma and a wonderful one at that. “Here–”
He approached and then almost immediately hesitated, bouncing back on his heel the moment you shifted.
You weren't exactly a threatening sight, shoulders wedged in the door frame, covered in dust and splintered wood and head practically pinned to the wall. You looked like a drunk stag that had lost a fight to a tree.
Steven shook himself and stepped close enough that your laboured breaths ruffled his curls. He was doing an admirable job of hiding the fact that he was shaking.
“Alright, bloody hell um–” He regarded the situation and then nodded. “I'll push, you pull.”
Steven braced his hands against your shoulders and you grabbed hold of the door frame. It's not that you needed the extra help; out of all the things you'd conquered whilst serving as an avatar freeing yourself from a plaster wall ranked fairly low on that list.
But Steven was touching you in this form, his palms pressed to your broadened shoulders and you weren't about to jinx it.
The wall cracked and fissured as you freed yourself, several deep punctures left where your antlers had been. You twisted and manoeuvred your way out of the bathroom until you could straighten up to your full height.
Thank god Steven lived on the top floor. Higher ceilings.
“Okay, woah–” Steven took several steps back as you stood. You towered over him, antlers bleeding into darkened shadows against the ceiling. Okay, now 'intimidating' might be a more fitting word.
You lowered yourself to your knees in an attempt to seem less frightening. Now that you were eye to eye, Steven could see the worry in your expression as you regarded him softly.
“It's alright. I'm adjusting,” he said, voice still trembling. “Just need a quick adjustment period...”
You gave him time and let him lead.
And that's how you ended up in the kitchen, legs crossed as you sat on the floor whilst Steven sat on the counter in front of you. He held a wet flannel in his hand, droplets of water creeping down his arm.
A dry cloth sat folded on the counter beside him, as well as a box of plasters with 'good job!' written across each one.
It was as if his rationality was being overridden by his need to care for you as well as his overall steveness.
Steven dabbed the crown of your head gently, his hands shaking as he did. There was still a dull ache where the antlers had sprouted. Steven rung out the flannel over the sink and the sight of the blood running through his fingers and over his knuckles made you feel ill. His hands were always so soft, they weren't meant to be stained with blood.
You blinked as a small trail of blood seeped from your head and trailed down between your brows. Steven diligently stopped the flow with the cloth and cleaned you up. Your nose twitched at the dampness of the cloth and Steven smiled.
The first smile you'd seen all night.
His actions slowed, hand stilling as he watched you. Beneath the pale glow of your eyes there was something so familiar. He smiled again.
“Hiya love,” the words were so soft they made you feel warm.
“Hi.”
You raised your arms, the markings and symbols on your skin catching in the dim light. Your hands circled Steven's wrists gently. He pulled back and for a terrifying moment you thought he'd gone completely; deciding that he'd had enough, that you were too much like this and he was drawing the boundary line here.
Instead, he dropped the blood-stained flannel in the sink basin and held his hand back against yours, palms pressed together. It was an adorable comparison. The tips of his fingers barely brushed the top of your palm, in fact, you were certain you could close your hand over the entirety of his own. There was a moment shared in comfortable silence then Steven asked, “Y/N, what is going on?”
The question was gentle and filled with wonder. There was still a trace of a smile on his lips. It made you feel like you could finally tell him.
“Avatar stuff. I suppose my god is a little more... flamboyant than yours.”
Steven laughed and the sound comes as a relief. “Khonshu didn't want to give me the time of day, let alone a– a bloody godly alter ego.”
A beat of silence.
“Did it hurt?”
It was heartwarming that that was his next question.
“A little,” you answered somewhat honestly. “But I'm alright now.”
He finished cleaning you up in a peaceful silence. He took the time to wash the blood from your hair as best he could and plaster your injured hand, (for the emotional boost more than anything.) It took several plasters to cover the expanse of the wound, each overlapping so the supportive catchphrase now read 'good good job good.'
He sat in front of you now, having spent the last few minutes tracing the spirals and patterns on your arm. His earlier fear had completely given way to wonder; it wasn't easy to forget that the man was a mythology nerd through and through.
A boyish laugh crept past his lips. “I wonder how Marc and Jake will react.” He looked up at you to gouge a reaction and his smile fell slightly. “Oh.”
“Steven–” you scratched the back of your neck. This was going to be a bitch to explain. “-Jake only knows because... well–” you made a vague motion with your hands that the four of you had come to recognize meant 'Jake.'
Steven nodded in understanding.
“And Marc just sort of found out by accident.”
Steven nodded again and you could visibly see the process going on behind his eyes.
“And um– why didn't any of you tell me?” His voice adopted a higher pitch at the end of the question, likely in an attempt to take the edge off.
You took a sudden interest in the floorboards. “I didn't want to– you know.”
It was quiet for a moment. Then Steven gasped.
“Oh, oh love, you didn't think... you didn't think I'd be scared did you?”
A quick exhale of amusement from you. “You seemed fairly scared.”
“I- well yeah, yeah.” He conceded. “But not of you. Never of you.” His hands found yours again, the staggering difference in size almost humorous. “I just wish you could have felt like you could have told me, that's all.”
A warmth settled in the centre of your chest and you felt the corner of your eyes dampen. Any attempt of yours to not cry was immediately foiled as he inched closer and put his arms around your neck. His knees buckled against your crossed legs and he sank against your chest.
“For what it's worth,” you smiled against the crown of his head. “I think your reaction probably ranks highest out of the three.”
“Yeah?” He asked lightly. His curls tickled the end of your nose.
“Yeah. Jake used some pretty colourful language, most of it was in Spanish. And Marc pulled a gun on me–”
“He pulled a gun on you–?!” With the exclamation, Steven shot back to look at you.
“Like I said, you take first place.”
“Well, the bar wasn't set awfully bloody high was it?” He glared at his reflection in the kettle and you smirked, closing your arms around him and caging him to your chest. There was something so soothing, so primally comforting about being able to hold him, hold all of him, like this.
You nuzzled against his chocolate curls and to anyone on the outside looking in the action would have looked downright primal. Animalistic. But it couldn't have felt more intimate.
“I could get used to this, I think.” Steven's words were barely above a breath. “You're just a big teddy bear, really. More of you to love.”
His hands slowly and deliberately retraced your shoulder, then your neck, down the expanse of your chest... “What do the patterns mean?”
“Some of the symbols stand for attributes or characteristics; strength, courage, loyalty,” you regarded your arm, from your bicep down to your wrist. “Some of them are his symbols, some he added when I agreed to be his avatar and others, I've never really taken the time to find out–”
Steven hummed, not in a dismissive sense, rather in a way that showed he'd listened to each word like the gospel.
“I've got a book on ruins and ancient symbols, only bought the thing for the hieroglyphics really but maybe we could have a look? Do some homework?” A playful nudge accompanied the last question and you caved. As if you stood much of a chance to begin with.
That's how you ended up laying on the bed, (well, mostly on the bed. Your back was against the headboard and your legs still hung over the edge. Steven straddled your middle, an open book and notepad to his right, a highlighter between his teeth and a marker in his hand. His glasses sat on the bridge of his nose and his brows furrowed as he traced his thumb over a symbol just beneath your collarbone.
You shivered despite yourself.
He'd mapped everything out, using the marker to gently draw on your skin, making connections and jotting down notes. It was like watching a scholar at work and you were honoured to be his study.
“Sorry about the bathroom,” you said rather out of the blue.
Steven glanced up at you, rebellious curls falling against his brow. His confusion melted into gentle amusement. “Don't worry about it, love. Needed redoing anyways, I reckon.”
Then, as if it were the most mundane thing in the world, he went back to his translations.
In a form that most could only phantom in the darkest corners of their imagination and with a god willing to bend the seas and skies at your will, Steven Grant somehow remained among both the most curious and most cherished things you had.
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Key ➳
Cernnunos - Celtic god of wild things, fertility and animals
Manannan - (Manannan Mac Lir) Celtic god of the sea
Imbolc - the Celtic festival that marks the halfway point between the winter solstice and the spring equinox. It celebrates the return of life and light as it is the time when the ewes come into milk, when the first flowers appear and when the day noticeably lengthens.
Newgrange - famous 5,200 year old passage tomb in Co Meath, Ireland
‘fia beag’ - gaeilge for ‘little deer’
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Bands I think Lestat will embody or use songs of in season 3 because the fit the aesthetic of Lestat:
-GHOST: the songs Circe and Mary on a cross.
Imagine being at his show, and during Circe he gets down close to you and sings to you, like no vampire charm needed for him to say
“I know your soul is not tainted. Even though you've been told so Can you hear the rumble? Can you hear the rumble that's calling? I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart I can see through the scars inside you” and then
Now there is nothing between us From now our merge is eternal Can't you see that you're lost? Can't you see that you're lost without me?”
“You go down just like Holy Mary Mary on a, Mary on a cross Not just another Bloody Mary Mary on a, Mary on a You go down just like Holy Mary Mary on a, Mary on a cross Your beauty never ever scared me Mary on a, Mary on a cross If you choose to run away with me I will tickle you internally And I see nothing wrong with that”
And then Mary on a cross is about going down on someone and if that doesn’t scream lestat using holy imagery to be like ‘I will go down on you and make you see good’ then idk what will.
SLEEP TOKEN: the song ‘the summoning’ and ‘take me back to Eden’ look me in the face and tell me these aren’t about Louis.
“Oh, and my love. Did I mistake you for a sign from God? Or are you really here to cut me off? Or maybe just to turn me on”
But also from take me back to Eden:
“My, my, those eyes like fire I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre Come now, bite through these wires I'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired Reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire”
LIKE COME ON! Ghost and sleep token are big lestat as a rockstar vibes.
Also his opener would be chapell roan because you know she’s in his playlist on Spotify.
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This man embodies ghost and sleep token vibes. HE HAS THE VIBES!
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call-me-starshine · 5 months ago
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HAPPY PRIDE 🏳️‍🌈🌈🎉🩷❤️🧡💛💚💙🩵💜🤎🖤🩶🤍
here are some of my favorite AceLu coded songs (with receipts)
Like A Prayer — Madonna (Ace to Luffy)
"I hear you call my name, and it feels like home" (like c'mon)
"I'm down on my knees" (marineford, just go with it)
"in the midnight hour, I can feel your power" (down bad for over-powdered twinks)
"like a child, you whisper softly to me, you're in control, just like a child" (it's Luffy c'mon)
Mary On A Cross — Ghost (both to both)
"all we got was blues / all we got was bruised" (though life, though love)
"but through all that sorrow, we were running high, and the truth of the matter is: I'll never let you go, let you go" (literally them pleeeeeaseee)
"your beauty never ever scared me" (like COME ON)
Clarity — Zedd, Foxes (both?? LUFFY TO ACE)
"high dive into frozen waves where the PAST COMES BACK TO LIFE , fight fear for the selfish pain, it was worth it every time" (COME ON)
"hold still right before we cRASH 'CAUSE WE BOTH KNOW HOW THIS ENDS, a clock ticks 'til it breaks your glass and I drown in you again" (COME ON)
"'cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need, CHASING RELENTLESSLY, still fight and I don't know why" ( C O M E O N )
"IF OUR LOVE IS TRAGEDY, WHY ARE YOU MY REMEDY? IF OUR LOVE'S INSANITY, WHY ARE YOU MY CLARITY?" (it's literally self-explanatory come onnnn)
The Edge of Glory — Lady Gaga (both, like a duet)
"it's hot to feel the rush, to brush the dangerous" (Ace-coded)
"I'm gonna run right to, to the edge with you" (Luffy-coded)
"put on your shades 'cause I'll be dancing in the flames tonight" (honestly, either one could say this to the other)
Message In A Bottle — Taylor Swift (Luffy to Ace)
"and I became hypnotized, by freckles and bright eyes" (literally Luffy when he looks @ Ace please)
"'cause now you're so far away and I'm down" (waited three years to find him)
"I'M REACHING FOR YOU, TERRIFIED" (PLEASE)
Curiosity — Carly Rae Jepsen (both???)
"break a bone, got me on my knees, you break my heart, just to watch it bleed" (idk AceLu-coded)
"so don't break me tonight, this is crazy love, and you know I'm gonna follow you home, through the rain, 'cause I need your love" (Luffy-coded, idk)
We Found Love — Rihanna, Calvin Harris (both)
"we found love in a hopeless place" (it's just vibes, honestly)
Wasted Summers — juju<3 (Luffy to Ace)
"I wasted like half of my summer tryna hold on your hand" (this one's just vibes)
Your Love Is My Drug — Kesha (both)
"I don't care what people say, the rush is worth the price I pay, I get so high when you're with me, but crash and crave you when you leave" (it's just giving AceLu)
Hot — Avril Lavigne (both🫣)
"you make me so hot, you make me wanna drop, it's so ridiculous, I can barely stop, I can hardly breath, you make me want to scream, you're so fabulous, you're so good to me, baby" (AceLu obsessed with each other 🤭)
Sex On Fire — Kings of Leon (both 🫣)
"all the commotion, the kiddie-like play" (👀)
"soft lips are open, them knuckles are pale" (👀👀)
"I could just taste it, chased it" (👀👀👀)
"CONSUMED WITH WHAT'S JUST TRANSPIRED" (🥵)
Can't Help Falling In Love — Elvis Presley (Ace to Luffy 😭)
"wise men say, only fools rush in" (PLEASE)
"shall I stay, would it be a sin?" (OHMYGOODNESS)
"like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling so it goes, some things are meant to be" (I CAN'T)
"take my hand, take my whole life too" (I'M DONE)
I'll Be — Edwin McCain (Ace to Luffy)
"I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips, instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above" (shoot meeeeee)
"I'll be your cryin' shoulder, I'll be love's suicide, and I'll be better when I'm order, I'll be the greatest fan of your life" (pleaseeeeeeee)
"you're my survival, you're my livin' proof, my love is alive and not dead" (jfc *pterodactyl screech*)
"and I dropped out, I BURNED UP, I FOUGHT MY WAY BACK FROM THE DEAD" (😭😭😭)
Sweater Weather — The Neighborhood (Ace to Luffy)
"all I am is a man, I want the world in my hands, I hate the beach, but I stand in California with my toes in the sand" (Ace would hate sand but STILL GO TO THE BEACH BC LUFFY LOVES IT)
"use the sleeves of my sweater, let's have an adventure" (☺️)
"touch my neck and I'll touch yours, you in those little high waisted shorts" (LUFFY IN HIGH WAISTED SHORTS)
thank you so much for your time😘😘😘
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aftongiulien · 2 years ago
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referring to this event.
your beauty never ever scared me (mary on a cross, ghost) with jack the ripper from shuumatsu no valkyrie.
i think we all saw it coming...
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Yeah yeahhhh, Mary on a cross Is a vibe,that rappresents jack, and Life eternal as well.
I Hope you like It, Sorry to have made you wait so much.
TW: mention of Blood, minor spoiler about jack's Backstory. Setting Canon/fanon
Your beauty never ever scared me~
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Jack the ripper, the most famous searial killer in the humanity history now has been called up by the eldest valkiria Brunhilde,to save humanity, you were hiding behind Brunhilde as she called him,.
Holkk Is suppose to be his voulund b,but obviously She's whiny very whiny, you knew that very well.
As jack walk in he ran straight towords you and kissed your Hand, that made you blush so hard,
Jack spoke softly, holding your Hand " my my my~, what such a pretty lady we have here, May i know your name darling~?" Your blush now was as clear as the sun in vhalalla, and your color showed jack you were very embarassed yet Happy , " i-it's y/n, and yours?" Jack chuckled, takeing off his hat and giveing a bow," oh my,you have a wonderful name my lady, my name Is Jack, jack the ripper" there It goes, you were in love, comepletly in love at First sight With him, as you prepared to speak, Brunhilde interrupted " y/n Is not your voulund jack, holkk Is, since we don't have much Time to.talk i suggest you to hurry up and voulund, mh y/n please go to the other room, i'll wait for you there"
You Walked out sadly looking as you caught a glance of jack sending you a Kiss, that man really knew how to make someone love him.
Now a while After, you were watching the match, as much as you loved your Brother Hercules, you knew of he loved humanity that much he would have done something to help, instead of fighting It.
Looking at home determinated was jack to win you felt a weight in your chest, the fear, fear of loseing him and your sister.
Once the time came, Hercules Lost, and jack won, you could see the pain in his eyes, you could see he was Human too,.
Besides you was Anne his step Mothe, Who told you what Mary did to jack, the only feeling you bad for her was disgust ,pure disgust , how could She use her child like that?.. After all She desserved what Jack did yo her.
You ran Quickly to the Door of the arena, waiting for him.
He calmly Walked throught the arena and the Rain of trash the people trew at him, he was hurt he was Human, he was in pain.
The pain in his Eyes was Heart breaking,he was coverd in Blood and bruises, his beautiful eterechromia finally showed, he was beautiful,
You were Quick ti grab him and take him to the hospital, as you waited, you saw the look of disgust and embaress on his face,the look of his insecureties,his Hand shamefully covering his Eyes, the tears Rolling down her face" i am a Monster... I've killer the only One Who actually saw something good in me!... I'm a joke of nature my lady"
Your hands slowly caressing his face as you hold him tight to your chest.
" no you're not,.. you're not a Monster, you're a Hero... Hercules knew that It was going to happen... You've saved humanity jack please don't talk about yourself"
Jack have you a soft smile and gently Kiss your nose, before speaking" but still... Do you like someon like me? So different.. so stupid... So an embaressment".
You looked jack right in his Eyes before speaking " jack my dear, your beauty never ever scared me"
These Words were enough for Jack to kiss you and never ever let you go,
Cause he knew you were the One , you were his everything. You've saved a broken soul like his,
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