#metal rendering practice mostly

[skulltreefairy]

Guess who got a new laptop!! ;u; This picture is actually a bit oldish but I felt like I needed to post something to celebrate! Hopefully more to come soon!

[shortnotsweet]

This technically applies to my Stepmother AU in which Alicent is around six years older than Rhaenyra, and occupies a wicked stepmother role as opposed to ex ‘friends-to-first loves-to-enemies’. Despite lacking the foundation of shared girlhood, both find simultaneous comfort and rivalry in one another, and undergo a gravitational pull. A young Rhaenyra’s eagerness to participate in swordplay and political affairs at a young is accommodated for, and she grows up with a sword in one hand and the weight of experience in another, which further helps pave her way to the throne.

Alicent’s Costuming

Alicent’s clothing is almost entirely bottle, emerald, or forest green. While there is layering present in her skirts and jackets, the accent should always be a darker green than the base color. The fabric is deep, rich, and retains an undeniably high-quality luster. Look to velvets and silks. Gold embroidery lingers around her sleeves, neck, and hemline to elevate the coloring.

Metallic embellishments should be almost military-like, and appear heavy. Contribute to the imagery of chains or shackles in addition to her status

Draws inspiration from historically accurate stiffness and Victorian shapes, with a tapered waist, imposing, puffy sleeves, and a high neckline. Despite inaccuracies, this shape is evocative of someone elegantly and conservatively feminine, repressed, and capable of exerting power over others. Reference a classic, trussed hourglass shape. Skirts should be notably heavy and full; may make noise in movement

The coloring and shapes remain relatively consistent but lack variation; this is to demonstrate a lack of freedom and exploration, as well as an adherence to conventional feminine roles

Despite these limitations, her costuming should always be put-together, coordinated, and unquestionably fashionable. Tight sleeve cuffs may be accompanied by a more traditionally medieval fan sleeve

Shoes should stick mostly to slippers, or flat designs

In this AU, her hair leans more towards a dark brown instead of auburn, as her show counterpart. This is mostly due to faux-book accuracy and to simplify the sketch process, since keeping her hair darker in comparison to Rhaenyra’s lighter hair translates more easily in uncolored renderings.

Keep her hair either in a tidy bun or pulled back and loose; avoid too many intricate shapes, braids, or styles. Occasionally, the hair will hang loose. Lean into medieval or royal headpieces, clips, coverings, etc.

Rhaenyra’s Costuming

Rhaenyra’s clothes are primarily black and red, occasionally accented or substituted with neutrals such as beige, white, or gray. Exceptions may include blue or yellow, but she generally stays in this color palette.

Strong focus is drawn to her shoulders and neckline, sometimes with embroidered or embellished detailing. She often has strong, angular shoulders in her dresses or jackets, occasionally theatrically pointed. Off-the shoulder necklines emphasize her collarbones and a certain broadness.

There should be decent variety in her clothing; there is a hypothetical outfit for every occasion and more (for battle, for riding, everyday, formal, feasts, everyday, etc.), and most should be composed of multiple pieces and utilize generous layering. This includes under-fabric, belts and corsets, jackets and doublets, draped fabric for aesthetic purpose, and even functional capes.

Most of her clothes should provide visual aid for movement; additional fabric to her skirts, for example. Her clothes should be highly stylized but still easy to move in. In riding and battle gear, it is presumed that she wears pants and boots under her skirts, even if they are not visible.

Shoes lean more into boot cuts, still practical but should have a sleek and uniform quality to them. When she walks, she should make some kind of noise. Shoes should usually be black or potentially red, the latter for decorative purposes.

Overall her style should be more contemporary and lean into the fantasy element. She’s not opposed to oriental details or showing skin, and her costumes should reflect both couture-height drama and period-reliant aspects. Longer lines and diagonal hems mean she is not as devoted to an hourglass shape, and her high collars should always be decorative in some respect.

Keep her hair long and mostly loose, sometimes pulled back. Small braids should be implied as incorporated. Occasional hairstyles feature complicated braids. With the exception of highly decorative braided styles, simple buns should be avoided unless accompanied with very high necklines.

Avoid headpieces that are not either a) her crown or b) ceremonial.

[krisp-xyz]

Found your work. You inspired me to take another shot at technical art and graphics programming. Do you recommend any specific resources for getting started and beyond?

Thanks so much! Really glad I could inspire you to do that bc graphics and tech art things are so much fun :D

(Also sorry for the late response. I've been a bit busy and was also thinking about how I wanted to format this)

I'm mostly self taught with a lot of stuff and have done lots of research on a per-project basis, but Acerola and Freya Holmer are two of my favorite channels for learning graphics or technical art things. Shadertoy is also an amazing resource to not only create and view other's shaders, but learn about algorithms and see how people do things!

While I don't have many general resources. I'll steal these resources for graphics programming that Acerola shared in his discord server:

For getting started with graphics engine development: DX11: https://www.rastertek.com/tutdx11s3.html OpenGL: https://learnopengl.com/ DX12: https://learn.microsoft.com/en-us/windows/win32/direct3d12/directx-12-programming-guide Vulkan: https://vulkan-tutorial.com/

For getting started with shaders: catlikecoding: https://catlikecoding.com/unity/tutorials/rendering/ the book of shaders: https://thebookofshaders.com/ daniel ilett's image effects series: https://danielilett.com/2019-04-24-tut1-intro-smo/

For getting started with compute shaders: Kyle Halladay: http://kylehalladay.com/blog/tutorial/2014/06/27/Compute-Shaders-Are-Nifty.html Ronja: https://www.ronja-tutorials.com/post/050-compute-shader/ Three Eyed Games (this one teaches ray tracing AND compute shaders, what a bargain!): http://three-eyed-games.com/2018/05/03/gpu-ray-tracing-in-unity-part-1/

I also wanted to talk a little bit about I do research for projects!

A lot of my proficiency in shaders just comes from practice and slowly building a better understanding of how to best utilize the tools at my disposal, almost like each project is solving a puzzle and I want to find the most optimal solution I can come up with.

This is definitely easier said than done and while a lot of my proficiency comes from just doodling around with projects and practicing, I understand that "just practice more lol" is a boring and kinda unhelpful answer. When it comes to projects like my lighting engine, I came up with a lot of the algorithm stuff myself, but there were certainly lots of details that I learned about from past projects and research like ray marching (calculating the ray intersection of a distance function) and I learned about the jump flood algorithm from a tech artist friend (calculating distance functions from textures)

Each new algorithm you learn in various projects ends up being another tool in your toolbox, and each project becomes a combination of researching new tools and applying the tools you've learned in the past.

One last example. I made a Chladni plate simulation in blender (that thing where you put sand on a metal plate and play noises and it makes patterns) and it started with me researching and looking up chladni plates, I watched youtube videos related to why the sand forms the patterns it does, which ended up being due to how the sound waves displaced the plane. I googled some more and found the actual equation that represents it, and used it to simulate particle motion.

Figure out some projects you want to do and just do some googling or ask for help in game dev discord servers or whatever. Lot's of research on a per-project basis is honestly how you'll learn the most imo :3

[mintywolf]

A Long Road Home - Page 40 Author Notes

Page 40

She culled the Karens. ;)

Also alas Imogen can’t use Mage Hand to get things off high shelves at work because some customer would complain. Probably Esther Hayes.

In Ye Olden Times when the theory of humors in disease was still prevalent (debunked with the advent of germ theory in the 1850s but the practices based on it remained in common use until the late 19th century* ) the first treatment given to a patient would be to rid them of “excess” humors by bloodletting and inducing vomiting, doubtless rendering an already miserable person even moreso. Leeches, fire cupping, or a lancet were used for the former, and mustardseed or antimonials (made with the toxic metal antimony :[ ) were used for the latter. Mustardseed was also used to make poultices for sore throats and respiratory ailments. Licorice was used for sore throats and itchy skin. Baths from epsom salts or oatmeal were (and are) used to relieve the itchiness from rash-causing diseases like the one the town is currently experiencing.** Quinine was actually mostly used for malaria so one person is confused about what’s going around. Belladonna (aka deadly nightshade), although toxic, actually had some effectiveness as a preventative for scarlet fever if taken early after exposure. And laudanum, as I have mentioned before, was used for everything. So there’s some context for all the assorted shopping lists bombarding Imogen over the first three panels.

(* which I mention because Exandria’s technological level as of C3 seems to be early Industrial Era, although my Gelvaan aesthetic also has some 1880s and 1930s elements. And magical healing seems to be reserved for the privileged, given the high cost of healing potions, how many strings the relatively-anonymous Bells Hells had to pull to get help for Laudna, and the number of people who seem genuinely surprised when FCG offers them healing out of kindness. Most people probably rely on home remedies.)

** which hasn’t been made obvious yet but it will on the next page. You can see some suggestion of the eponymous scarlet on Imogen’s neck in the bottom left panel though.

So a long time and several fandoms ago a friend used to give me a hard time about my over-reliance on melodramatic Victorian novel disease as a plot device (specifically, targeting the heroine — or her best beloved — with it) so I imposed a rule on myself that I could only deploy it once per fandom (with the assumption that I’d have a different audience every time) and it had to drive the story forward. And friends, the time has come.

But I mean, come on. I couldn’t hang that gun on the wall and not have it go off and hit one of them.

This fandom’s enthusiasm for sickfics and whump in general has relaxed my stance a bit though. Before coming here I didn’t realize it was an entire genre and moreover, one that seems to target Imogen almost exclusively. If I had I might have leaned towards the alternative I also considered where Imogen tries futilely to convince an angry mob that obviously Laudna didn’t curse the town with a plague if she has it too. But then they’d be on the run before she had a chance to recover (you know, like after she got resurrected no I’m not still salty about it*** ) which isn’t a very satisfying chapter end. But fear not, this is all reciprocated in a later chapter.

A common thread I’ve noticed in sick Imogen fics though is that Laudna always seems to be much more calm and reassuring about it than she should be, haha. Imogen is the only thing in the world she genuinely cares about and she’s already half convinced that she’s always just a few missteps away from losing her forever. She’d be panicking.

(*** this is a lie. Also you know what else I’m still mad about? That she didn’t get that lil gryphon toy!! She clearly wanted it, she went in looking for a toy because she was feeling vulnerable and childlike and wanted the comfort of something simple intended to make a child happy. (Which is even more clear now since she was in the same regressive emotional state then as she has been recently after Ashton ate the lava shard, which she coped with by making another doll.) Fearne bought it and totally forgot about it. :( We could have had another meat-named doll character this entire time!!!

[metalskills]

Mastering Stainless Steel Welding: Techniques, Challenges, and Best Practices

Stainless Welding is crucial in various industries, including food processing, medical equipment, automotive, and aerospace. However, due to its unique qualities and welding needs, welding stainless steel differs significantly from welding other metals, such as carbon steel.

Understanding Stainless Steel Properties: Stainless steel is a corrosion-resistant alloy made up mostly of iron, chromium, nickel, and other metals. This material's high chromium concentration (typically greater than 10.5%) provides corrosion resistance while also posing unique welding issues. Stainless steel's high thermal expansion and limited heat conductivity render it prone to warping, deformation, and carbide precipitation if welded incorrectly.

Common Stainless Steel Types for Welding: Stainless steel is available in numerous grades, each of which is appropriate for a certain welding application:

Austenitic Stainless Steel (300 series): The most popular and versatile, with excellent ductility and corrosion resistance. Grades 304 and 316 are especially popular.

Ferritic Stainless Steel (400 series): More cheap and magnetic, it is commonly utilized in automotive applications. However, it is susceptible to embrittlement at high temperatures.

Martensitic Stainless Steel: Martensitic stainless steel, known for its exceptional strength and hardness, is often used in cutlery and tools. It is difficult to weld due to its hardening characteristics.

Duplex Stainless Steel: Duplex stainless steel is a combination of austenitic and ferritic structures that offer excellent strength and resistance to stress corrosion cracking.

Challenges in Stainless Steel Welding: Warping and distortion are caused by stainless steel's quick expansion during heating and slower cooling than other metals.

Welding can produce chromium carbide, which depletes chromium in the weld zone and increases corrosion susceptibility.

Heat Control: Excessive heat can reduce the metal's corrosion resistance and strength.

Contamination: Stainless steel is susceptible to contamination by carbon steel or iron, which can reduce its corrosion resistance.

Common Welding Techniques for Stainless Steel: Gas Tungsten Arc Welding (GTAW or TIG) is known for its precision, control, and clean welds. It is suitable for thin stainless steel and critical applications.

Gas Metal Arc Welding (GMAW or MIG): Good for bigger sections, faster, and more accessible, but requires suitable shielding gases and filler materials to prevent corrosion.

Shielded Metal Arc Welding (SMAW): Suitable for outside welding, although less widely utilized due to difficulty maintaining a clean weld.

Flux-Cored Arc Welding (FCAW): Ideal for high-deposition rate applications and outdoor use, but susceptible to slag inclusions. 

Best Practices for Stainless Steel Welding: 

Use Proper Filler Metals: Choosing a compatible filler material helps to maintain weld integrity and corrosion resistance.

Control Heat Input: To avoid distortion, aim for low heat input with shorter welding passes and allow for cooling in between passes. Avoid contamination by cleaning the stainless steel and avoiding contact with carbon steel or iron tools.

Preheat and Post-Weld Treatment: Preheating is usually unnecessary, but post-weld treatments like passivation and pickling can help restore corrosion resistance.

Use Proper Shielding Gas: Argon, occasionally mixed with helium or small amounts of hydrogen, is commonly used to shield the weld pool.

Safety and Environmental Considerations: Welding stainless steel produces hexavalent chromium, a hazardous chemical. Proper ventilation, personal protective equipment, and fume extraction systems are critical to the welder's safety.

Future Trends in Stainless Steel Welding: New improvements in welding technology, such as laser and friction stir welding, are increasingly being used on stainless steel. These technologies provide higher precision, less heat-affected zones, and less post-weld cleanup.

Conclusion: Mastering stainless steel welding is a valuable talent in modern fabrication; it involves a thorough study of material qualities, careful process selection, and adherence to best practices. Stainless steel welds, when properly done, provide strength, durability, and corrosion resistance, all of which are crucial in high-performance applications.

[decorworks]

Eight Australian houses with sculptural shapes and angular facades

Our latest roundup showcases innovative Australian homes, including a house with a fish-pond atrium and a residence with a faceted black-metal extension. Mostly located in Melbourne and Sydney, these eight homes are united by their sculptural designs. While some have unusually shaped floorplans, others use detailed facades, cantilevers, roof cutouts and geometrical aluminium awnings to create eye-catching details. Read on for eight examples of sculptural Australian houses from Dezeen's archive:

Photo by Timothy KayePeninsula House, Flinders, by Wood Marsh Designed to echo Australia's "windswept" coastline, this home south of Melbourne has curving walls of charred timber and rammed earth. Local studio Wood Marsh also drew on meandering paths leading to the site when creating the shape of the house, which has a curving form with long "arms" wrapping a swimming pool terrace and a driveway. Find out more about Peninsula House ›

Photo by Shannon McGrath and Timothy KayeSt Martins Lane, Melbourne, by Matt Gibson This Victorian home in the South Yarra suburb of Melbourne was given a sculptural update with a faceted extension clad in black metal. Architect Matt Gibson decorated the facade of the extension, which contains a living space, two bedrooms, a study and a cascading terrace, with a laser-cut pattern that references the original architecture of the house. Find out more about St Martins Lane ›

Photo by Rory GardinerMossy Point home, New South Wales, by Edition Office A cutout roof animates this fibre-cement-clad home, which architecture studio Edition Office elevated on parallel blockwork walls within a woody area in Mossy Point. The aperture in the roofline, designed to resemble a bird's mouth, creates a sheltered outdoor dining space. A void at the centre of the roof lets natural light into the gabled building. Find out more about Mossy Point ›

Photo by Tom RossMerricks Farmhouse, Melbourne, by Michael Lumby Architecture and Nielsen Jenkins Concrete blocks were used to construct Merricks Farmhouse, a home designed as a "refuge" in an exposed coastal setting on the Mornington Peninsula. South African studio Michael Lumby Architecture and Brisbane practice Nielsen Jenkins gave the home strong geometrical shapes by splitting it into a series of blocks that surround a courtyard. Find out more about Merricks Farmhouse ›

Photo by David ChatfieldTallowood Cabin, Queensland, by Fouché Architects Australian studio Fouché Architects created the angular Tallowwood Cabin to cantilever over its plot on a Queensland hillside. Its top-heavy geometric form, clad in black-cement boards, balances on a concrete plinth. A sloping walkway leads into the house, which is designed to "disappear" into the surrounding bushland. Find out more about Tallowood Cabin ›

Photo by Jack LovelProclamation House, Perth, by State of Kin The innovative facade of this Perth house was created by combining olive-coloured hemp render with aluminium awnings that add tactility to the exterior. It encases a sculptural concrete form with a rounded, sloping roof and is designed to exaggerate the traditional features of local cottages, architecture studio State of Kind told Dezeen. Find out more about Proclamation House ›

Photo by Derek SwalwellHelvetia, Melbourne, by Austin Maynard Architects One of the most unusual designs on the list, this Melbourne home has a fish-pond atrium in its entrance space and also features five distinct garden areas. At its rear, the building has a garage that Australian firm Austin Maynard Architects topped with an "urban farm". This is enclosed with a barrel-vaulted wire mesh to keep out possums. Find out more about Helvetia ›

Photo by Felix ForestMatopos, Sydney, by Atelier Andy Carson Local studio Atelier Andy Carson married a curved bronze facade with a sandstone podium at this home for a gallerist in the Sydney suburb of Freshwater. Called Matopos, the house has an undulating sculptural shape and large windows designed to frame views of the nearby sea. Find out more about Matopos › Read the full article

[monatomicgoldpowder]

Unlocking the Mysteries of Ormus Gold: An Insight into the Lows of Inorganic Advancement

Ormus gold, (or atomic ormon gold, and monatomic gold) are fascinating compounds that made everyone want to take a closer look at spirituality, alchemy, and healthiness. These secret materials, which are virtually everywhere with an approximate value of gold, are alleged to be crucial sources of magic that favour humans in the progression of growth and wholeness.

Besides, ormus gold resembles the same noble metal honoured for its material value, ormus gold is the separation of the ordinary symbolism ornorms. As compared to its atomic form, gold atoms are mostly in a singular and isolated state, they are not bonded together with the normal pattern of metallic bonds. Resonating with this configuration the Ormus gold is thought to endow it with even greater energetic features, rendering it a powerful tool for spiritual change and evolution.

Atomic ormus, which is one of the names used in place of ormus metal, has a long history connected to alchemists who had a passion for secret knowledge and esotericism. Alchemical literature while working on the biotransformation of the base substances into gold, alchemists and mystics, as a trusted part of ancient lore seek to unveil its secret potential which is supposedly leading to the level of enlightenment and immortality.

Despite the controversial scripts of science behind ormus gold or Monatomic gold substances, anecdotal stories still show a large number of people who have claimed to have gained spiritual aid and healing through the use of these substances. The diversity of practices in which the ormus gold is applied, meditation, energy healing, and personal growth work, among others, such gold continues to captivate and fascinate those who desire to find the answers concerning the mysteries of consciousness and explore new possibilities of the human potential.

Conclusion:

To briefly encompass the three subjects, ormus gold, atomic ormus, and monatomic gold are amazing collisions of past and current knowledge with spiritual experience. The evolution of our awareness regarding these mystifying molecules also comes along with the acknowledgement that they may significantly impact our lives in the most profound way possible. This newbie may also help us to better comprehend the subject.

For original source visit: https://monatomicgoldpowder.over-blog.com/2024/06/delving-into-david-hudson-s-ormus-elixir-unraveling-the-mysteries-of-goldwater.html

[contemporarybloggg]

Cos Ahmet

Cos Ahmet is an artist interested in the textures and properties of different materials when making his art. When doing his BA in Fine Art, he focused on woven materials, however found that it was a slow art as you are making the material from its original forms, which can be restrictive. He had decided to push it aside and start from scratch. He was completing his master’s in Fine Art and John Moore’s remotely due to the pandemic, this would be challenging due to art being such a tactile and physically reliant form of creating. His work consists of performance pieces and sculpture. He would use objects such as piping to represent the human body, as ‘choreographic objects’. This is shown in his ‘Instructions for a body’ art works, where he used domestic pipes to represent the body, conduits acted as elbow joints and sleeves which is appropriate due to them being named after human body parts already. The pieces of the plaster, fragmented body was laid out like the remains from an architectural dig, the plaster acted as a way to repair and fix ‘fractures’.

When moving towards alternative materials such as tape, he moved away from the obvious, overt signs of body parts. For example, he spoke mostly on his practice of using clear tape to make geometric constructions and objects. The quality of the material allows for a small element of structural integrity; however the tensile strength doesn’t allow for his structures to support themselves indefinitely due to it being take from its usual context. An extension of his experimentation with tape is done within his performances. The tape is used as a choreographic object which allow for the performers to sense the in betweenness of the 7 meters between them. Ahmet uses instructions, similar to how Franz Erhard Walther does in Plastische, then the performers enact their interpretations of them. The lack of touching from the figures was partially enforced by the echoes of the pandemic, showing the separation everyone had to endure.

The continuation of the tape is shown in ‘A Meniscus’ where it acts as a second skin. He displays the haptic nuances of everyday gestures by removing himself and allowing the performers to enact the piece. He added a set of instructions to ensure there is a base reference for them.

Drifting away from clear tape, Ahmet experimented in using metallic survival rescue blankets. He had created an spherical orb object to enclose himself within, this erases the human subject whilst keeping the human as the operator of the object. In ‘Curious Being’ he reinforces the survival blanket with tape to increase the structural integrity. The piece focuses on how the body can disappear, as well as how you often feel safer in an enclosed space. The metallic object brings the question of when a body stops being a body and starts becoming the material, creating a new type of being. When moving around in the real world in the creation, the sound of the material became overpowering which reduced Ahmet’s hearing and eyesight, rendering him blind and deaf.

[your-local-crypt1d]

Decided to render part of this for the hell of it. Dirty Scrungly man covered in redstone (probably ate some)

Also some notes under the cut

First are foremost, the jacket: it used to be Wilburs' old coat which I've always thought of as a brown leather trench coat, torn up and stained from years of use.

Tommy and one or two of the royal seamsters worked together on his new clothes; fixing the holes and loose threads, removing old worn patches, shortening it to its new length, and re-dying it red to cover up the soot stains.

A very Grimmish thing on clothes are zippers, so a zipper was added to Tommys' jacket as well, along with some new pockets and silver buttons. They source the metal for their zippers from Mythland iron imports.

The extra fabric from the jacket was reused to make the gloves, they kept the original colour and just fixed up the previously mentioned holes and whatnot

The "three" belts are just one combined together like this, it's mostly decorative but also somewhat practical with the bag and hooks to hold things. fWhip dug it out of his closet and gave it to Tommy to keep

The external steel cap boots are also from fWhip, they're about the same shoe size

Tommys' shirt and bandana from Tubbo are faded from being worn all the time in the sun

Tommy will get his own pair of steampunk-esque goggles like fWhip does, a matching pair, but I haven't designed it yet 🥲👍

Also, the little X's on Tommys' earlobes are piercings, he just doesn't wear any earrings anymore (it's not safe to do so in the forge)

I made this reference sheet thing for my empires!tommy au. I took a bit of inspo from Arcane on the clothes since I feel the vibes fit the Grimlands well :D

Edit: dear god tap for better quality 😭

(Pose reference by solktaalik on DeviantArt)

[ameserly]

i’ve scrolled past countless tutorials on how to paint jewels/gems but now in my current WIP i have like 7 jewels to paint so i needed a bit of practice. behold, my first official jewel painting 🎉 am i a real concept artist now?

[hanniejji]

OKAY. IM NOT SURE IF YOU WATCH DEMON SLAYER BUT OMG-

What if lil maple is like mitsuri ( little spoilers? Not too much just a bit) like super super strong like her.in manga it's says that mitsuri is 8 times stronger then normal person and when mitsuri was 13 months old, Mitsuri lifted a stone that weight around 10kg (I'm not sure in manga it says "4 kan" but i think that 10kg)

Anyways!

Lil maple is really really strong! And i think Kazuha mentioned that Yoimiya's fireworks are heavy, but what is lil maple just lift them whitout struggle! Or when maple was 4 they were able to hold kazuha's sword even tho it was heavy for kids that age.

even some of crew members were surprised when lil maple would help them carry heavy things around

-🍁

i do watch demon slayer! i have masterlist for my kny works!

YES I DO PLAN TO GIVE LIL MAPLE SOME OF THAT KAEDEHARA GENES LMAODNAJD

under the cut because i got carried away and also a tiny blurb at the end ehe

the kaedeharas are a known samurai clan, hence kazuha being a ronin (masterless samurai, i think that's what he is if my knowledge in samurai things serves me right). neways, i think it was mentioned in some of my fics that maple does watch kazuha when he's practicing his swordmanship. i headcanon that the kaedehara clan, despite the whole irodori shit drama, are set on training their descendants in using a sword (soumon swordmanship, according to kazuha's talents) and that kazuha was trained in his early childhood. the same goes for maple!

for a short period of time before the complete fall of the clan, maple had started with the basics, still clumsy but they know what a sword can do to a person. but since they're a timid person and the whole runaway thing, they weren't able to learn all that it takes to use a sword

BUT!

they've always been stronger than your average kid! to be able to hold a sword, you need to be strong enough to wield one! (kendo classes coming in clutch lmao) while maple haven't learnt much with a sword, they can pack a strong punch! their timid, soft, and child appearance can fool anyone, even kazuha when he first saw maple deck someone on the shins!

kazuha's not completely clueless when it comes to maple's strength. due to his father's *ahem* family drama *ahem* it was mostly kazuha who trains them, especially now that it's just the two of them left and he doesn't want them to be completely defenseless. he knows, like KNOWS, about maple's strength. fuck the sword when they can render someone's leg useless with a punch to their knees!

he's seen maple carry heavy metals when they're still at the estate, helping in cleaning the spare swords and when the family swordsmith need assistance. heck, he's seen them swing a real sword around, clumsily tho because they haven't started training by that time yet, but they can carry it without wobbling like any normal children would! he soon found out that it wasn't just purely from training that maple got this strength, but somewhere in their family bloodline, someone had super strength or something that skipped a few generations and now maple has it his mother theorized this when he told her about maple's sudden burst of strength and he spat his tea out from shock

"oh my, are you sure you want to help, little one?"

"mhm!"

it's been a few weeks since you and your brother joined the crux fleet. the crew was very welcoming to the two of you, letting you travel with them even after you escaped the vision hunt decree. to repay their kindness, kazuha had decided to help them in their feats for the mean time. and wherever kazuha goes, you go.

you weren't exactly a bubble of happiness around other people. you keep to yourself, collectively calm like your older brother but you still have that glow that children has. you're eager to discover and see the world with those sparkly young eyes! beidou and her crew cooed when your eyes sparkle at the sight of liyue harbor while excitedly rambling to your brother how different it was to inazuma.

despite being shy and reserved, you're very helpful! assisting and running errands around the ship and making everyone happy at the sight of your tiny figure going around the deck with a determined look to help others.

kazuha stood at the side with a proud smile, nodding and telling himself, "mhm, that's my little maple," and beidou would sigh, "yes, we know, you've told us a thousand times already."

that's why, when you first tried to help in carrying the shipments in and out of the ship, the whole crew had their jack slacked to the ground.

imagine a child, seemingly weak because of their small stature and quiet nature, casually carrying a box filled to the brim with wine and other products without breaking a sweat.

everyone casted a look on kazuha, seemingly unaffected and unbothered. in fact, he doesn't seem to be shocked in the slightest!

"your little sibling..." beidou's voice trailed off.

"hm? what about them?"

he searched for your tiny figure amongst the crew, finding you waddling back and forth to deliver boxes in and out the deck, and looks back at the crew's astonished face. he paused, before snorting when he understood what made them so shocked.

ah, he could never get tired of other people's expression when it comes to your strength.

"oh, that's normal. my maple has always been like that."

"NORMAL!?" they all exclaimed, while your menace of a brother laughs.

"that's a box filled with shipments of fireworks from the nagonohara family!" one of them pointed out, "even you complained how heavy it was!"

"and they just carried on like it was nothing!"

his laughing fit trailed off, glancing back at your focused face, smiling softly at the sight before his smile turned smug, proud and amused at their reactions.

"well, that's a kaedehara for you~"

"THAT DOESN'T EXPLAIN ANYTHING!"

oh, how he loves whenever this happens.

[agwitow]

Rubble lay strewn across the street, mostly from the recently exploded machine, but also from the buildings and vehicles that had been damaged when the thing blew. In the midst of the mess, two people stood, glaring at each other.

One was a young hero, new to the city and the job. His midnight blue costume looked like spandex molded to every curve of his body, but was actually a high-tech, impact-resistant, semi-bulletproof fabric. Which meant the impressive pecs and abs and other visible muscles had been sculpted to look that way.

The other was a seasoned villain, practically a fixture of the city by this point. Her silver-and-teal coat over a black bodysuit made of a similarly high-tech fabric as the hero's costume was tattered and burnt from the fight and subsequent explosion.

"I'll be taking you in, Sea Witch," the hero said, a smug grin on his face.

She snarled, "You haven't bested me yet, boy."

His grin turned into a grimace. "I'm a man. One who is going to drag you to jail."

She brushed blue-green strands of hair out of her face and sighed. "You can't even quip well. How did you ever pass the hero certification?" Without waiting for a response, she made a flinging gesture toward him and a rush of water burst from her hand, slamming against his quickly raised arms.

Arms crossed in front of his face, he forced his way through the rush of water one step at a time, only to stumble and nearly fall when the water suddenly stopped.

Lightning jumped from the newly formed clouds overhead, striking the ground mere inches away from him. It singed his hair and left a burnt, metallic taste to the air, but since his eyes had already been closed against the water the bright flashes didn't blind him.

He stomped on the newly broken concrete and grabbed one of the chunks of rocks it kicked up before hurling it at the villain.

The Sea Witch dodged to the side and the rock slammed into a truck behind her. Well. It slammed into the truck, through it, and into the van behind, leaving both utterly destroyed.

"I've endangered no citizens," she snapped at him. "You're not allowed to use lethal force."

He smirked. "I feared for my life." Another thrown rock clipped her arm before barreling through the corner of a building, sending bricks and steel and mortar flying, and leaving a hole big enough to ride a bike through.

Even the glancing blow had shattered bone and, if it hadn't been for the suit, she would have had, at best, a chunk of skin and bone ripped out.

"Besides," he added, strolling towards her as if he'd already won. "You tried to dump tons of polluted water on this neighbourhood. That endangers citizens plenty."

"It's no worse than what they've done to the people of Millford." Her voice was strained from the pain, but she still swept a hand toward him and clenched her fist. A swirl of water wrapped around him, spinning in a tight globe that encompassed his entire body. The speed of the water was almost as good as a telekinetic's force field, and the lack of oxygen could quickly render someone unconscious.

He strained against the water, already low on air after the surprised gasp her attack had elicited. Pushing his hand into the stream of spinning water was like having his skin sandblasted -- and that was through his suit that should have stopped most things from affecting him. But he wasn't super strong for nothing. Inch by painful inch he forced himself out of her trap.

During that time, she'd fled to the wreckage of her machine in search of the ridiculously expensive core that would have transported the polluted water from Millford to the upper class streets of the capitol. Her fingers had barely closed on the silver-chased glass cylinder when a hand grabbed her by the hair and threw her backwards.

"Stupid bitch," he said, his voice rough from coughing up water. "Who cares about Milltown, or wherever. It's just a dumb little town."

She spat out a mouthful of blood, unsure if she'd bit her cheek or tongue when she'd hit the pavement. Maybe both. "I care," she snarled. "And so should everyone else."

"Whatever," he said with a shrug. "My job is to protect people and take out scum like you."

Her laugh was strained as she struggled back to her feet. Looked like she'd also broken a rib or two. "Then protect the people of Millford, you dimwit."

He shrugged again, closing the distance between them and grabbing her by the throat. "They haven't offered to pay, and even if they did, I doubt they could beat the governor's offer."

She spat at him, blood and spit splattering against his cheek. "You're no hero."

He smiled sweetly, his fingers tightening as he lifted her off the ground. "I've a governor and half a dozen city officials who'll say otherwise."

She clung to his arm with her good hand, trying to keep from strangling as she hung in his grasp. "Bas-tard. I'll make - you - pay," she gasped out.

He laughed and gave her a shake. "Why should I be scared of you? You don't even kill people."

She glared. "You're - about to - wish - I did." With that, she let the cylinder fall from her other hand and shatter, creating a ripping vortex that tied the ground at their feet to the polluted river running through Millford. It would only last a minute at most without the machine, but that would be enough to flood the street and his lungs.

It wouldn't kill him - as soon as the vortex closed he'd be able to cough all that water up again and she'd be out of energy to do anything more - but it would be enough to make him experience the devastating effects that water had on people.

And that would be almost a better outcome than her original plan.

Prompt #3411

“Why should I be scared of you? You don’t even kill people?”

“You’re about to wish that I did.”

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Safe Haven ~Bang Chan | Day 90.

Pairing: SpaceRebel!Chan x WitchQueen!F.Reader Themes: Fantasy AU | Sci-Fi AU | Royalty AU | Soulmate AU | Slow Burn | Mutual Pining | Angst | Smut | Fluff. Series Warnings: Third person POV · Very loose and liberal usage of Star Wars concepts (mostly to refer to weapons and tech). you don’t need to know anything about SW to read this, trust me · Physical descriptions of the main female character such as: can visibly blush, having long hair, and being short · Violence · Swearing · Mature themes and language · Original characters · Graphic smut (later chapters) · Mentions of the members of other groups (later chapters) · No one is straight, beware · Each chapter will include its own individual warnings. Chapters marked as M (Mature) either include highly detailed violence, or smut.

Chapter Warnings: weapons. Word Count: ~6k | AO3

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for a 18+ audience only. Minors do not interact. ✰This chapter has been reworked as of 16/08/2023

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Author’s Note: 👀

Disclaimer: the story presented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

Eight days after Dall sent their message to all units, Chan and his crewmates found themselves on a giant planet practically on the other side of the galaxy.

The terrain was made out of rocky formations, with a few sparse patches of greenery, and it was seemingly completely void of life. Following the exact coordinates from Dall’s message, the Big Bad Wolf circled a mountain. Considering how well concealed it was, the crack on the side of it was surely only perceptible to those who were actually looking for it.

Chan expertly steered the ship through the trees and into the mountain. The hidden hole was lined with metal slabs, stretching for many metres until they finally reached a hangar. There were some people already filtering out from the handful of ships stationed there while the Big Bad Wolf made its landing. Chan recognised a few of the parked vessels, some of them belonged to units they had collaborated with in the past, or to members of the Alliance they had simply met in passing.

The crew inside the Big Bad Wolf was engaged in animated conversation, trying to guess who would be coming or what could possibly be discussed today. Some of them were already unbuckling their safety belts as Chan and Changbin pressed buttons on the main console to finish the ship’s landing process.

“Wow, shit–” Chan’s hand flew to his head, and he clutched his hair lightly as the sudden noise reverberating in his skull shocked his senses.

It had been around a month since he last heard it. In fact, he was convinced the sound wouldn’t come back, that it had probably been a product of their crash-landing in Lira Le, and he had now healed completely. Apparently, that wasn’t the case, considering now–as he shook his head slightly–he started to hear that odd hum in his ears again.

“You okay, dude?” Changbin was clearly worried by the tone of his voice, not like Chan could see him, since he had shut his eyes tightly at the sudden intrusion in his brain.

“Y–yeah. Just a bit lightheaded all of a sudden”, Chan dared not speak about the hum. He worried sometimes that he’d truly damaged his head beyond repair, which could possibly render him useless as a pilot. Although, being honest, he was able to perform this task flawlessly still to this day.

Even if it was unexpected, he couldn’t help but feel weirdly comforted by the familiar sound resonating deep within him once again.

Chan dismissed any further questioning from his friend, years of hiding his worries and concerns had given him enough experience to dance around the situation almost perfectly. Changbin dropped the subject almost immediately, and he secured all brakes and levers in their right place, so the group could finally make their way out of the Big Bad Wolf.

There was a pleasant air of friendliness in the hangar, Chan saw a lot of familiar faces, and enthusiastic hugs and handshakes were exchanged as everyone greeted each other. He decided to put up his best I’m Fine Everything’s Fine face when he addressed people, while his friends thankfully did most of the heavy lifting, and carried most of the conversations.

Truth was, Chan’s mood had hardly improved in the past eight days. Sure, he was no longer actively cranky, but he felt defeated, almost empty. He discovered that the Queen was exceptional at keeping her word, since she hadn’t called him again during this time, giving Chan the space he had asked for.

He regretted it. 

Radio silence was much, much worse than a few unanswered calls. At this point, he truly no longer cared about it at all. Sure, he was no longer hung up on uncertainties, but he wanted to know how she was, what she had eaten for dinner, if she was sleeping well, how Freyja was… He just wanted to hear her voice, and that longing in itself certainly hurt the most.

Admittedly, Chan could’ve called as well, but every time he laid his palm over the stone-comm on his chest the words just wouldn’t come out, he was genuinely unsure of what to say to her.

In any case, he had to push his romantic sorrows aside to properly focus on the task at hand.

None of them knew exactly what to expect from this meeting, so every member of his team came prepared for any possible scenario. Blaster pistols and zapper guns were strapped to their belts, and an assortment of cold weapons had been strategically hidden under their clothes. Minho even brought his blaster rifle, the thing was almost half his size, and strapped to his back.

In a last minute decision, Chan had even wrapped the enchanted ribbons around his limbs before getting dressed earlier today, just in case he had to partake in any physical altercation. To this day, the soft fabric still made him feel like the Queen was right there, which he wasn’t sure made things better or worse for him.

A wild thought crossed Chan’s mind suddenly while his crewmates and another unit they’d worked with in the past walked from the hangar’s exit to the main hall. His eyes wandered, scanning people’s faces the closer they got to their destination. The Queen was as much a member of the Alliance as they were… Would she have briefly left Lira Le to attend the meeting?

The chances were slim, but that tiny, tiny possibility shook him to his very core…

What unit did the Queen belong to, anyway? It wasn’t that common for people to work on their own in the Alliance, so there was a high chance that some people here might work with her. Dev seemed to be in on the Alliance, too, so they both surely worked in the same team… It wasn’t something he could ask around about, though, so he decided to drop the thought altogether, trying to focus on what the person next to him was telling him.

“I must say, it looks nice”, Hongjoong gestured to Chan’s head.

Hongjoong was the leader of the ATZ unit, he and Chan had worked together many, many times. Their units had successfully carried out some of their riskier missions together–bring down an entire slave ring that connected three different adjacent planets, take down the guard ports stationed in the twenty moons of one of the biggest planets in the galaxy, to name a couple…

Hongjoong had a similar philosophy when it came to leading, his role as captain was reserved mostly for when they were on a ship or on a mission. Just like Chan, he took his crewmates’ opinions into account, and regarded them with as much respect as they deserved, so he and Chan naturally worked well together.

Chan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. Felix had attempted to fix his hair when Chan had trusted him again. He really tried his best, but the result was a little more than questionable… The top of Chan’s head was still fire-red, while the sides had turned black. If he’d looked like a chicken before, he was a full-on rooster now, and he was trying his best to ignore it.

“I don’t even wanna talk about it”, Chan grumbled. “At least your two-toned hair makes sense”, he gestured to Hongjoong’s head.

The man’s hair was parted in the middle, one half was black, while the other was white. Chan’s comment made Hongjoong chuckle softly. He genuinely looked really cool, and Chan couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit jealous… But he’d live. The state of his hair was absolutely insignificant when compared to what they were here to do.

The main hall of the facility was spacious, it could surely harbour a few hundreds of people. Numerous metal containers were scattered around the place, some stacked high up to five containers at a time, while others simply lined the walls in neat rows. By the time Chan, his friends, and Hongjoong’s entire unit entered the hall, many Alliance units were already there, mingling and conversing with one another. 

As Chan and his crew greeted another unit they had collaborated with, he saw someone in his peripheral vision walk past him and abruptly stop in their tracks. He could feel the person staring, almost like their eyes were burning a hole into his body when they eyed him up and down. Chan simply stared back, puzzled at the sudden attention. He vaguely recognised the person as a man he’d heard speak a few times in their last Alliance meeting–Yong, if he recalled the name correctly.

The man shook his head slightly, disregarding Chan’s attempts to get his attention completely as he turned around and walked away, getting lost in the sea of people filtering into the hall. Chan decided to not think too deeply about it. Maybe the guy recognised him from back then, too, or maybe he had confused Chan with someone else.

The hall was steadily getting more and more packed. In no time, hundreds of rebel units had filled the space a fair amount. After around thirty minutes, a loud whistle ceased all conversations, and Chan was sure he would’ve been able to hear a pin drop with how quiet it suddenly was.

Everyone turned to the source of the sound. It was Yong, who stood on top of a few stacked metal crates. The height surely gave him a good view of everyone in the room, as well as made it easier for people to see him.

“Some of you might remember me, but for those that don’t, or haven’t met me before, my name’s Yong”, he scanned people’s faces for a moment, deep in thought. Once everyone’s attention was on him, he took a deep breath and spoke again.

“I’m a member of Dall’s unit, and you’re currently standing on our base”.

Gasps were heard around the room. Chan was genuinely surprised, evident in the way his eyebrows rose high on his face. No one had met anyone close to Dall–not that they were aware of, at least.

The unexpected confession felt meaningful, something really serious was happening for Dall’s unit to be coming out of the shadows, and he was unsure of what to expect. Everyone around him clearly had similar thoughts, since several people exchanged worried looks.

“First of all, thank you for coming. We truly appreciate you just being here at this time”, Yong spoke, steadily and confidently. “We have gathered you all here today to discuss the topic of the enhanced weapons we were developing to use against the Charmer’s mutated creatures”. 

“We have successfully enhanced many different types of weapons, blasters, daggers, spears, lightsabers, you name it”, Yong explained. “They have proven to be highly effective, so we’ve been working on a plan to inflict a direct blow on the Charmer and his kin. It’s going to be dangerous, possibly deadly, just like it always is. Once again, we ask you to make a choice, whether you wish to stay here and assist with the plan, or whether you wish to leave”.

Yong scanned people’s faces as murmurs grew among the crowd. Murmurs turned to whispers, whispers to a regular tone, which eventually evolved into pure chaos as people grew antsier. Screams and shouts resonated all around when people started voicing their opinions.

“Why isn’t Dall here relaying the information directly?” Someone shouted from the sides. 

“Dall’s not–” Yong started, but he was immediately interrupted by someone else.

“We’re always risking our lives, but what’s Dall doing? Why haven’t they shown their face?” Someone pressed.

Chan was honestly not surprised at the outburst. Even if he didn’t agree, if he was sure knowing who or what Dall was didn’t matter at all, he could understand why people wanted to have some sort of reassurance by seeing their leader’s face. Especially now, since the plan clearly involved an offensive strategy. It was pretty difficult to track the enemy anyway, so the Alliance had always mostly acted in defence, not actively seeking the Charmer or his minions, but rather going to those places that had already been attacked so they could take them back.

Yong had clearly lost the crowd as people’s demands grew louder, the man’s face contorted in slight annoyance when he sighed. Another whistle resonated in the space, and people shut up for the attention to be back on Yong.

“Listen, I understand you want to see them, know who they are, but that’s just not possible. The fact that Dall has remained anonymous all this time is not because they wanted to be, but because they had to”, Yong was clearly a good spokesperson, his tone was completely even, and his eyes were full of confidence. He seemed to be completely unfazed as he addressed the hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him, but some people were too riled up to relent.

“We never attack directly! If we’re going to risk our lives we deserve to know. We should meet them”, someone shouted from behind the crowd.

Yong looked at them briefly, but then his eyes scanned the crowd as murmurs picked up once more. After a few moments of thinking, he sighed. “Okay, fair enough. Give me some time and I’ll get back to you on that request”.

He swiftly jumped from the tall stack of crates. Upon landing, a blinding light flashed abruptly, and his form disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving everyone slightly confused.

Soon enough, voices grew louder when people started to discuss the topic at hand, some people even argued against each other on whether or not meeting Dall was important. Even if Chan understood people’s reasoning and desires to know the face they had followed for this long, it slightly aggravated him that some people would even suggest to quit the cause over this. To him, it was almost as if all they’d done to this point meant nothing to them.

Chan’s crew was discussing the topic with Hongjoong’s, most of them clearly wanted to know who Dall was, but they all agreed it wasn’t something that would particularly influence their willingness to participate anyway. Chan wasn’t really taking part in the conversation, his eyes were looking at nothing in particular when he felt someone’s hand on his shoulder.

“Chris”, it was Felix, leaning towards Chan from behind, whispering. “Yong’s a warlock. There’s a lot of magic around us right now”.

Chan turned to his friend and shrugged. He wouldn’t be surprised if there were many warlocks and witches here, just like he wouldn’t be if there were hybrids, androids, or people from all sorts of species. He truly didn’t care, all he cared about was this plan of theirs and how they could assist. People’s need for gossip on the matter wasn’t something that interested him in the slightest.

A sudden whistle brought everyone’s attention back to the stacked crates, to Yong once again standing in front of the crowd.

“Like I said, Dall’s anonymity is of great importance to the cause. However, we can reach a compromise. They have agreed to meet the leaders of five units face to face”, Yong announced, voice level, if only a little stern.

Mumbling broke free in the hall, and people started whispering to each other.

“I’ll go around collecting the five of you, and explain the conditions after. Regardless of who’s chosen, the rest must agree to accept these five leaders’ assessment. Understood? Or does anyone have any objections to this?” After a few minutes of whispers and discussions, no one objected.

People reasoned that some of them meeting the person–or thing, or people…–was better than no one doing it, so Yong jumped from the crate to the floor, and started moving along the numerous units.

Chan froze a little. Would he be one of the chosen ones? He saw Yong shuffle between units, briefly addressing their leaders before he moved to the next. Surely he wouldn’t be, why would he? Sure, their unit had carried out a great number of successful missions, but there were way more prepared unit leaders out there. There was no reason for them to want to–

“Chan”, Yong nodded to him, and Chan’s eyes went wide in surprise. Minho pushed on his shoulder slightly, urging him to follow the man.

Chan fell into step next to Hongjoong, who’d been selected as well, and they just followed Yong’s lead. They were led into an adjacent corridor, the automatic door shut closed as soon as all six of them stepped into the threshold, leaving the incessant murmurs in the hall behind them.

Chan could finally see exactly who had been chosen, they were all people he knew and had worked with in joined missions before. Aside from Hongjoong and himself, there was also Joohyun, Junmyeon, and Yongsun. In Chan’s opinion, they were all respectable leaders who–from what he had heard and experienced himself–had contributed a lot to the cause.

The silence was deafening in the corridor, and the five leaders stood in a semi circle as Yong looked at them for a moment. With a sigh, he started talking. “Dall has asked for the five of you as you’ve contributed a great deal to the Alliance, and they trust you and your judgement. You will meet Dall, but you must promise you won’t speak about them. It is detrimental to the Alliance’s success that their identity remains anonymous until the very end”.

Joohyun scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “How can we confirm to the rest that they are to be trusted if we don’t speak about them?”

Yong gave her an exasperated look. “What I mean is… Dall must remain an entity. Genderless, ageless, faceless. Were the Charmer and his minions to discover their identity, all these years of fighting would’ve been for nothing. You must not give details to anyone, not even to your crewmates”.

He gave them all a pointed look. No one else said anything else, so he continued. “If you don’t agree with this, you can still walk out. Just know that, after you speak to them, should their identity be leaked, we’d know it was one of you”, there was a slight edge to his voice. Yong didn’t want to go through with this, it was clear in the way he stressed his words, in the looks he gave the five of them.

Junmyeon looked at the group, and took in each of their faces before he spoke. “I’m willing to keep the secret”.

Hongjoong and Chan looked at each other briefly, the younger leader offered Chan a minute shrug, followed by a nod.

“Us too”, Chan meant it. He had too much respect towards Dall’s cause, so he would take the secret to his grave if he had to. He wasn’t about to throw away years of hard work, of risking their lives, and of immeasurable trauma, just over a few words of gossip

“Me too”, Yongsun said confidently, cracking her knuckles.

The five of them looked at Joohyun, who was looking at Yong intently. Finally, with a sigh, she gave her answer. “Me too”.

Yong led them through corridor after corridor, the air got colder the deeper they went into the facility, but it wasn’t particularly unpleasant. 

After a few minutes of walking within this specific corridor, Yong stopped in front of a door. He turned to look at the group of expectant unit leaders, and his eyes scanned each and every one of their faces. With a final defeated sigh, he turned back to the door, and knocked softly on it.

The room on the other side of the door was spacious, numerous pictures and papers were stuck with drawing pins to the cork lining the walls. In the very centre of the room sat a table, with around ten people surrounding it. A map of the current planet they were on was spread out in the middle, with wooden figures resting on top of it to represent important landmarks. A holographic map of the galaxy floated above their heads, where all the Charmer invaded planets were coloured green for easier recognition, while all the planets they had already taken back were coloured purple.

It was all impressive in a way, how everything in the room held a piece of the Alliance’s history… Yet, Chan couldn’t focus on any of it, his body was suddenly frozen in place as he stared towards the table, paralysed the moment his eyes found familiar ones that were now staring right back at him.

She was there.

The Queen was there, and she was looking right at him. Her gaze was loaded, and an almost apologetic smile spread on her lips as she regarded him with the tiniest shrug of her shoulders. He was too stunned to move, much less to speak, or even hear. The only sound he could register was that incessant hum making its home in every crevice of his brain.

She moved. Oh Gods, she was moving… But Chan couldn’t move, his eyes simply followed her as she came from behind the table and stood in front of the five leaders by the door. As soon as she was there, a defeated looking Yong moved to stand right behind her.

“Hello, everyone. I’m Dall. Or more accurately, I’m the one who created the idea of Dall”, she said it so nonchalantly, as if she hadn’t just kick-started a million different thoughts and memories within Chan. There are things you still don’t know about me. Things I wish I could tell you, but I can’t without putting a lot of people and you at risk, her haunting words played back in his mind while he stared at her, and he almost wanted to laugh.

Hongjoong spoke next to Chan. What did he say? Chan didn’t hear it, the hum in his ears was too loud, and his eyes were too focused scanning every feature of the Queen’s face, even when she was no longer looking at him. His gaze trailed down to her neck, where he found a thin leather choker hugging it comfortably, with a blue stone hanging from it. A matching stone to the one that rested against his skin under his shirt.

Chan felt a nudge on his side, and his head snapped towards the movement to find Hongjoong’s wide eyes looking at him. “Uh…” He couldn’t produce any sounds, his mind was suddenly blank, incapable of coming up with any word he’d ever known in any of the languages he spoke.

“I was telling, uh, Dall? your name”, Hongjoong’s hand came to rest on Chan’s shoulder, and he shook Chan slightly.

The chuckle in front of him brought Chan’s attention back to the Queen, who was turning the rings on the fingers of her left hand with the fingers of the other. It was an action that was so fundamentally her that for a brief moment he wondered if he was going to pass out.

“You guys don’t need to introduce yourselves to me. I know who each one of you are”, she was genuine in her statement, which didn’t surprise Chan in the slightest, she could very well know who everyone in the Alliance was. However, he couldn’t help but think ‘Of course you know who I am. I’ve had my tongue down your throat…’

“I know it might be a bit shocking to see my face and hear my voice after so many years of anonymity. I’m sure Yong has told you, but it is very important that no one knows who I am”, she looked Chan dead in the eyes as she said it, which almost made him scoff. Even in his stunned state, he wouldn’t have dared out her–not as Queen, not as Dall. “Come to the table, we must talk about the plan”.

Her Majesty made her way back to her original spot by the middle of the table, and Yong stood at her right side. The leaders followed them, Hongjoong pulled Chan by the elbow with a huff of ‘What’s gotten into you’ so they could stand on the opposite side of the table. 

The people around the table were all dressed in a similar fashion–Her Majesty included. Long sleeved, dark cotton shirts and trousers, with an assortment of straps over their bodies that held currently empty holsters in place. Chan noticed the familiar face on the Queen’s left side. Kul, the man he’d seen appear from thin air back in Lira Le ages ago.

Even among the rumble inside his head, curiosity bubbled over within him, and it seemed like a lightbulb had lit up in his mind. Was this Dall’s unit? The Liralean Queen’s Guard? Absurd. Ludicrous. 

All this time, when Chan chatted with Dall, he’d really been communicating with her. The Queen of Lira Le had been the one to guide them numerous times into safety, the who’d led them to free so many enslaved civilians, to take back so many planets… Unidentifiable emotions brewed within Chan, but this wasn’t the time to dissect them.

“I would like first to thank you all for your continuous support. It’s been a dangerous road, but you have all pushed through, and I am truly, truly thankful”, she placed a hand over her heart and bowed her head. “Now, to more pressing matters… Thanks to you, we’ve been able to identify what the Charmer has been looking for all this time”.

Everyone’s breaths caught in their throat. Any guesses as to what the Charmer’s motives were until now, were just that, guesses. Her Majesty took a deep breath, and continued. “We all know the Charmer uses dark magic to seize planets and void them of their resources. However, usurping planets has never been his goal, it’s just something he does to fuel the specific type of dark magic he uses…”

Her eyes scanned each of their faces. “None of you have magic, so you don’t know. But that level of magic isn’t something you can typically achieve naturally”.

Yongsun raised her hand then, speaking once the Queen nodded her way. “I’m sorry, but isn’t all dark magic bad? Why does it matter which type of magic he’s using?”

Her Majesty chuckled. “No, not all dark magic is bad. I harbour dark magic as well, and I don’t travel across the galaxy straight up murdering innocent people, do I?” The confession made Yongsun recoil a bit. Chan wondered briefly, if he’d been in this room before he’d met the Queen, would’ve he had the same outdated notions Yongsun did?

“What you need to know is that his magic is artificially enhanced by all the despair and destruction he causes”, the Queen offered. “When magic is enhanced that way, it’s powerful, yes. But also very unreliable”.

Her Majesty pulled a piece of paper from the side of the table to the middle, facing the five leaders. Chan’s eyes widened in surprise at the words scribbled on the paper, they were the same ones he himself had retrieved from the Charmer’s base, the ones that got him stranded in Lira Le in the first place.

“You might recognise this”, she addressed Chan, and his gaze snapped up from the paper on the table to her eyes. “This is what the Charmer’s truly looking for”.

“Uh… I’m sorry, but”, Hongjoong’s tone was unsure, and Chan honestly couldn’t blame him. “These words make no sense”.

“To you”, the Queen chuckled. “He’s looking for a way to make his power permanent. He’s seeking the Shadows”, Kul visibly tensed next to the Queen at her words. “While he destroys planets and enslaves people, he’s also looking for the Shadows, which is a power known among magic wielders to be granted by bathing in a very specific spring”.

“Are you sure about this?” Junmyeon’s eyes met hers confidently. “It sounds a bit–”

“I’m sure. All magic wielders in this room are”, Her Majesty’s words left no room for argument. Junmyeon was slightly taken aback, but he still nodded, and his gaze moved from her to look at the people around her, clearly understanding.

“Which brings us to the plan…” She took the piece of paper with the cryptic words written on it, and placed it in her back pocket. “We’re going to bait him into thinking the spring is on this planet, and when he comes, we’ll ambush”.

“What?!” Joohyun was clearly panicking at the mere thought. “You’re thinking of fighting him?! Face to face?! That’s crazy”.

Chan winced slightly at her words, and his gaze found the Queen as she looked at Joohyun. Her face was impassive, but there was fire in her eyes, it burned so brightly there was no way he wouldn’t have noticed it.

“All this”, Her Majesty gestured to the detailed hologram of the galaxy above them. “All we’ve done as the Alliance has brought us to this moment. There’s no more time left, we can’t let the Charmer continue with this slaughter. He must be stopped now, and he will be stopped”, her voice was firm, confident. “My unit will stay here and fight. You guys must make your own decision. If you wish to stay here with us, we’ll welcome you. If you wish to leave and return to your own base of operations, we’ll respect your decision. We’ve never forced you to do anything, and we never will. Regardless of what you choose, we will be here, and we will stop him”.

Her determination flowed in waves out of her, highlighted by her ten guards who stood proud and poised at her sides. That fire in her eyes was contagious, and Chan felt courage pour right into him from her words.

“What’s your plan, then?” Chan had been stunned to speak for so long that his own voice out loud surprised him. Her Majesty’s head snapped back from Joohyun to look at him, the determination in her eyes was now mingling with another indecipherable emotion while she looked at him, while she gave him her undivided attention. “Should we decide to stay back and fight, what’s the plan?”

The Queen stared back at him, her eyes pierced right through his physical form and into his soul, reaching those secluded areas deep within him. After a few moments of silence, and after taking a deep breath, she spoke again. “We’ve got an insider. The insider will plant the information in two days time that the spring is located here… Tomorrow, I’ll set off on one final mission, by the time I come back he should already be here, and that’s when we’ll strike”.

Chan hummed, holding her gaze. 

Junmyeon cleared his throat, but the Queen didn’t look away from Chan’s eyes while the man spoke. “What are our resources? Should we stay, of course”.

The Queen–albeit rather reluctantly–broke eye contact with Chan, and looked at Junmyeon instead. “There are plenty of enhanced weapons and rations in this base… Also, we’ve got some of the most skilled magic wielders in the galaxy here, and a handful more coming. If there’s a chance, then it’s here with us”, she gestured to her guards at her sides.

“We also chose this planet because it’s big. There’s hardly any fauna and the only people inhabiting it live on the other side of the planet, so if things derail, hopefully no civilians will be harmed”, she added. “Let all units know of the plan–being mindful of keeping my identity out of the report, of course–and make sure you all make an informed decision. Further details will be shared once we know who’s in and who’s out”.

The leaders exchanged looks. All of them except for Chan, whose eyes were now focused solely on the Queen’s.

In a way, he knew what his unit would do, he could already picture his friends’ faces as they all urged to stay here, to stand up and fight, but he still needed to discuss it with them. Even if he was sure of it, there was always a slight chance that one of them decided to back out.

As for himself, staring right back into her eyes, and regardless of what his friends decided, there was no doubt in his mind of his own decision.

Chaos erupted in the main hall the moment the five unit leaders came out from the adjacent corridor. The five of them had a brief conversation before coming back there, they decided in unison that–after meeting her–they all trusted ‘Dall’, and came up with a way to relay the news to everyone. So, Junmyeon stood tall among the chaos, and with his stern shush everyone went quiet.

He started to explain Dall’s plan. As promised, the pronouns used to refer to her remained neutral. A wave of whispers crossed the hall, and Joohyun clapped loudly to bring back the attention to the five of them.

Junmyeon continued, informing everyone that in two days time, the Charmer will be tipped into coming to this planet, and that, as soon as he arrived, the Alliance would attack. Lastly, he let everyone know that weapons and rations were available already for those that decided to stay back and fight alongside Dall and their unit.

Another wave of whispers started, but this time, none of the leaders stopped it. Instead, they nodded to each other and each one returned to their respective units. Even if Chan was still shaken up by Her Majesty’s unexpected presence–and her even more unexpected revelation–he put up his best Leader Façade and walked towards his friends.

“Of course we’ll stay. We’re staying, right?” Jisung’s words rushed out of his mouth, and a dangerous mix of anxiety and determination coated his voice.

“I’m staying”, Chan said confidently. “But I won’t make you guys stay. If any of you want to back out, now’s the time”.

Changbin huffed. “I’m staying, too. If I’m dying, at least I’ll do it next to you guys”.

Jeongin and Seungmin exchanged a look, and stared at each other for a few moments, clearly unsure. Chan couldn’t blame them if they decided to leave. Even if he knew they were more than capable of defending themselves, they were usually the two staying back as trackers on all their missions, so this would be unfamiliar territory for them.

Jeongin shrugged. “I’m staying”, he said confidently, which made Chan’s heart swell in his chest.

“Me too”, Seungmin added right after.

Felix looked at Chan, and he stared right back. They had been together for years, longer than they had been with the others. They fled their home planet together, and they built their team together, so Chan already knew his choice the second a smirk crept onto Felix’s face, “I’m staying, too”. 

Minho slung an arm around Hyunjin’s shoulders, and shook him back and forth slightly. “What’re we gonna do, Hyunjin? Are we gonna leave our friends alone?”

Hyunjin huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Of course not”.

Chan felt warm. The feeling encompassed every fibre of his being as the group came together in a circle with their heads pressed together. “I’m proud of you. Of us”, he ruffled Jeongin’s and Seungmin’s hair since they were the ones standing at each side of him. “Whatever happens, know that it’s been a pleasure rebelling with you”.

Chatter broke among the units, members mingled with one another as people discussed their decision, their next steps, and so on. It was all amicable. No one batted an eye when someone decided to leave, no one particularly cheered when someone decided to stay. They could all recognise the situation was complex, so there was no judgement rolling between them.

With food in their stomachs and their spirits lifted, Chan took his friends towards their assigned quarters. There were too many people today at the base, Yong had told them earlier. They could only have four rooms assigned to their unit, but that might change tomorrow when everyone had made up their minds on whether they’d stay or not. So, they divided into pairs with a fair game of rock, paper, scissors.

As he settled in his shared quarters, Chan’s mind couldn’t help but wander. The stone-comm hanging from his neck felt ten times heavier than usual, and the cool surface against the bare skin of his chest was almost tempting him. Should he call the Queen? But if he did, what would he say? He wasn’t sure. All the feelings that had been stirred inside him earlier remained untouched deep within his heart.

He made his way to the adjacent bathroom. Once inside, he stood in front of the sink and splashed some cold water on his face, pondering. How was he feeling, truly? Was he mad? Was he relieved? Chan couldn’t tell, and he had a feeling that talking to the Queen face to face would be the only way he could clear his doubts, preferably in a setting where he didn’t have to pretend he didn’t know her, like his own hands hadn’t touched her bare skin, like he didn’t know the happy sounds she made when she was eating something she liked, like he didn’t lov–

“I think I’m going to Seungmin and Changbin’s room. They said we could play cards”, Jeongin’s voice brought Chan back from his thoughts, rather violently, like he’d forgotten Jeongin was there in the first place. He stared at the younger man with wide eyes, frozen at the entrance of the bathroom.

“You okay?” Worry laced Jeongin’s words while he looked at his captain’s face.

“I’m…” Chan looked at Jeongin for a moment, and eventually forced out a laugh. “I’m alright, just a lot of things on my mind”.

Jeongin hummed. “You wanna come?”

Chan fully stepped out of the bathroom, and started to take out the cold weapons he’d hidden under his clothes so he could drop them on the desk by his bed. “Where?”

“To play cards? At Seungmin and Changbin’s? Like I just told you two seconds ago?” Jeongin’s eyes narrowed, squinting at Chan.

“Ah, no”, Chan waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m just tired. I just… need to be by myself for a while”, he was honest, so his friend clearly didn’t feel the need to question him any further.

“Alright… But if you do feel like having some company, you know where we’ll be”, a genuine smile crossed Jeongin’s features, just before he stepped out of the room, and the sliding door closed quietly behind him.

Chan let out a tired sigh, plopping himself on his bed, with his feet hanging from the edge since he was too lazy to remove his boots. Flinging an arm over his eyes, he laid there in silence. Or, in partial silence, since noise and unintelligible thoughts roamed freely in his mind, accompanied by the familiar humming in his ears

He didn’t think he was necessarily upset, really. He mostly felt… confused. But, at the same time, a lot of things started to make sense to him. Her random disappearances, her hesitancy whenever they spoke about the Alliance or Dall…

An incredulous laugh bubbled over from his lips when he realised that her five day trip months ago when he was still in Lira Le was probably just her going with her guards to rescue Jaebum’s unit members from their captors. It was… a lot to think about.

Chris…

His body jolted at the Queen’s voice suddenly making its way into his noisy thoughts. The usual feeling of excitement he felt whenever he heard her was now mixed with something else. Sadness? Joy? Nervousness? He didn’t know what that something was, but that didn’t stop him from laying his palm flat on his chest, right on top of the stone-comm resting under his shirt.

“Tell me”, his tone was level, but his heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest.

Should you wish to talk… I’m on the third floor of the facility. There’s a room in the corridor that’s right past the wall clock… You can find me here.

Author’s Note x2: i know it was like, super obvious hahha but if you're reading this, let me hear your thoughts! did you guess Dall's identity? Do you think Chan will go talk to her in private? If so, how do you think that confrontation's gonna go? Let me know, i'm curious~

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[kiridarling]

𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐤𝐮, 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐨

𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔.

→ Okay. Izuku Midoriya? A sadist.

→ And you've been a brat all day, because he's been busy fighting crime as a newly debuted pro hero, and you can't help it if Izuku's new suit fits him a little too well.

→ And of course, the one day he finally has time to take you on a date you two go to the mall, only to be swarmed with thousands of Pro Hero Deku fans buzzing with requests for photo's and autographs and other bullshit and you just want to clobber them in the head and spit the ugly truth in their faces—that at the end of the day, their lovely Deku comes home to you, and sleeps next to you, and the fact that they can steal his attention away from you is absolutely outrageous. Blasphemy.

→ So naturally, you start acting up. You roll your eyes at the next fan who asks you to take the picture and you scoff at the next fan that announces their love. You pile them on, offense after offense, and by the time you get into the car, Izuku's practically vibrating with anger.

"Say one word and I'm bending you over the hood."

→ Oh.

→  Needless to say, you're squirming the whole ride; though you're unsure if it's from his words, the dead silence, or the tight grip Izuku has on your thigh but either way, the trip back home feels painfully long.

→ The second you two get through the door, he's cornering you into the living room and bending you over the arm of the couch without a second thought, big hands yanking your hips back so your ass sticks out just the way he likes it.

"Bratty doll...you wanted my attention that bad, huh?”

→ Izuku exaggerates every other word with a harsh spank that has you whimpering behind a bitten lip. Though eventually, he deems your muffled moans not enough and aggressively yanks your bottoms off,  stuffing his fingers into your mouth.

→ Once they're wet enough, he slides a finger in, (because no matter how angry he is, you’re still his baby). But once you're ready? It's game over.

→ You figured Izuku was going to be a tease about it, but once he sits you on his cock and doesn't move, it has you squirming in confusion. What the hell could he be waiting for?

"Awe, what's the matter, doll? Did you want me to move?"

→ The hold his hands have on your waist is tight enough that you can't even twitch your hips—and the grip only gets tighter the more you wiggle in protest. Izuku tuts, landing a slap to your bruised ass that makes one thing clear: You’re not moving.

→ The green-haired bastard turns on the tv, for fucks sake. And has the audacity to pretend like he's paying attention to whatever's on—because it's not like you're paying attention, too preoccupied with the cock in your guts. You can't squirm because something tells you that'll only lengthen the punishment you've been sentenced to, but by the end of the first episode, it's a little hard not to.

→ Izuku caves the second you start begging. Mostly because it was what he was waiting for, but also he's probably struggling worse than you while he watches you whimper and squirm in his lap.

“Fine, doll. Since you waited so patiently, I guess I can make you feel good.”

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈.

→ 100% your idea

→ And he had absolutely no warning. The Bakusquad decided to hold a movie night in the common room on a random Saturday evening when the dorms were pretty much empty. Katsuki didn't even want to be down there in the first place, but after you winked so prettily and promised he'd get a treat if he came, he didn't grumble nearly as much.

→ But what he didn't know was that you meant right now.

→ Katsuki knew something was up the second you sat in his lap and asked Denki for a blanket—that's rarely your Bakusquad move night cuddle position, plus you're always saying how you never need a blanket because Katsuki runs so warm.

→ And he definitely knew something was up when you started grinding against him, not even ten minutes into whatever shitty action movie Denki and Eijirou convinced the group to watch this time. His hands rush to your hips because if Katsuki Bakugou is anything, he's not a goddamn exhibitionist.

"Oi, the fuck are you doing, dumbass? They're gonna fuckin' see."

→ But as always, you take his words with a grain of salt, already blindly fiddling with the buckle of his belt despite his threats (AKA, I'm gonna fuckin' kill you, you fuckin' heathen). The metal clinks for a second and both of you tense, but it seems no one hears it over the movie, so. You relax.

→ Katsuki does not.

→ You wait for a loud crash from the television speakers and you're sinking down on Katsuki's cock, his teeth tearing into your shoulder as he holds back a moan. Both of you let out a shaky breath when you bottom out.

"W-Well? You gonna fuckin' move or what?"

→ You shake your head.

"No? Fuck."

→ And honestly, all is well until about twenty minutes into the movie. At this point, Katsuki's semi-comatose, eyes half-lidded from the surprisingly peaceful warmth you're both encompassed in. But unfortunately, this peace is disturbed by a rude awakening that comes in the form of none other than Denki Kaminari.

→ All he does is mention how Katsuki looks much too out of it, owing it all to "y/n's juicy caboose," but it has your boyfriend practically rearing on his hind legs in fury either way.

→ In the middle of all the commotion, you take the opportunity to wiggle your hips a bit, rendering the majority of Katsuki's arguments repetitive and ineffective. The bickering blond's shut up once Mina calls for it, and Katsuki returns to whisper-yell threats in your ear again.

"Do you want us to get fuckin' caught? Huh? I ca—fuckin' hell—stop movin’!"

→ But you giggle, having a little too much fun with this. The death grip Katsuki has around your thigh implies he’s closer than you thought, and the moment the action in the movie starts to pick up again, so does the steady roll of your hips.

→ Katsuki practically whimpers into your ear, body shaking with restraint because he lacks the proper space to “put you in your place” or however he wants to put it. You know he’s teetering on the edge when he resorts to something Katsuki Bakugou never does—begging.

“Babe—babe c-c’mon please, I don’t wanna—”

→ Katsuki’s nails dig into your thigh and he shivers as he fills you up, bottom teeth digging into his swollen lip. His quiet moans push you off the edge as well, adding to the mess under the blanket as fake explosions emanate from the tv screen.

→ That was...something.

“I hate you so goddamn much.”

→ You snort, rolling your eyes at his overdramatic ass. But?

“...But that was the hottest sex of my fuckin’ life.”

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀.

→ You and Hanta definitely do this once a month. At least.

→ Getting high with Hanta as your boyfriend is probably one of your favorite things. He's got snacks, cool LED lights, a monitor that constantly plays animal planet while the speakers play lofi. It's an experience.

→ And of course, you two get horny—though sex is a little hard when you're feeling fuzzy. Hanta's a high-functioning stoner but frankly, you're not, and even he gets a little fumbly when it comes down to it. Cockwarming seemed like the only viable option.

→ Half of the time, it's not even that sexual. Watching otters chase each other with his back pressed up against yours as you bask in a familiar warmth that only comes from true human connection is nice. Feeling his lips place butterfly kisses against the column of your neck is nice. Just...being with Hanta is nice.

→ But tonight? Tonight it's definitely sexual.

"So warm, Princess. You know your body does things to me, don't you?"

→ You didn't, but the way he says it definitely makes you believe him, and so does the way he rubs his hands up and down your sides. Hanta bites into your neck and you stifle a moan, balancing yourself on his knees.

→ You jump when his hand ghosts your inner thigh, and he chuckles when you bite your lip, eyes trained on the hand moving between your legs.

"Like it when I rub you like that, Princess? Like it when I turn you into a messy little puddle in my arms, hmm?"

→ You whine and nod, chest shuddering with the threat of an impending orgasm. Hanta curses behind you, the hand holding you steadily by the waist tightening.

"Shit—keep clenching like that and you might make me cum, Princess."

→ Hanta huffs out a laugh but you can hear the genuine implication behind it, can feel it in the pant of his breath against your neck. The thought of making him cum from something so simple has you hurtling towards your orgasm at an alarming speed, nails digging into his forearm as the weight of your marijuana-laced orgasm hits you like a fucking freight train.

→ Hanta moans breathily, eyebrows knitting as his own orgasm catches him by surprise. His hips twitch and it almost sends you flying off his lap but somehow, you don't go tumbling—though you might owe that to the vice grip Hanta has on your hip.

→ You two come down, basking in the gentle blue of the ocean as the chatter from the Australian narrator about the Humpback whales and their baleen teeth fills the room. You move to get up but Hanta whines, hands keeping you still via your waist.

"Lemme stay inside for a bit...'S warm."

[a/n: thanks for stopping by angel, and let me know who you want to see next <3. see you soon!]

—ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀɴ 𝟷𝟾+ ʙʟᴏɢ. ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅɴɪ

[wandsandwheezes]

Ares | F.W

WARNINGS // 1.8k // SMUT 18+, Ares!Fred AU, God!Fred AU, Unprotected Sex, Degradation, Overstimulation, Aggression, Shouting, Anger, basically PWP but there’s a lil plot.

A/N // Hi so, unfortunately I got inspired and this is the result whoopsie, basically me and @darthwheezely​ are hoes xoxo I don’t normally write Fred stuff.... but here we are so enjoy.

Ares is the god of war, one of the Twelve Olympian Gods and the son of Zeus and Hera. In literature Ares represents the violent and physical untamed aspect of war. Although Ares embodied the physical aggression necessary for success in war, the Greeks were ambivalent toward him because he was a dangerous, overwhelming force that was insatiable in battle.

–

You knew he was mad, from just the way he had stormed back past you, ignoring the glimmer of hope in your eyes as he continued his pursuit to the grand hall. You daren’t try to stop him, not when his skin was hot from fury and rage, instead you decided on letting him cool down, to no avail. Soon after his arrival home, all that could be heard was the loud clambering of chalices and dishes as he threw them in anger, the barrelling sound of his voice as clear as day as it echoed around every hall of your home.

Perhaps he needed distraction, although you feared he did not want to see you, you were adamant that you being there would do him some good in stilling the fury that bubbled inside of him.

You had attempted to pass the guards who were currently protesting against you going to see Fred, standing protectively in front of the wide-open entrance. These two burly protectors were the only thing that stood between you and your lover and that thought alone made you smile nonchalantly at the two guards, pushing past them quicker than they could stop you and protest.

You had just made it up the small set of stairs just in time for you to see yet another metal platter clamber against the once pristine wall, the beautifully prepared food disintegrating to shreds as it collided with the stone. His back was the first thing you saw, rippling muscles prominent through the thin veil of the purple cloak that covered one of his arms. You cleared your throat, a small voice practically whispering his name to draw his attention to you. “Freddie?”

“Little rose...You look glorious.” His tone of voice had shifted cleanly from the gravelly yells to the affectionate hum he had when he had set his eyes on you. The white chiffon draped sensually across your body, the delicate material struggling to keep your breasts from spilling while every curve of your body lay in wait, begging to be grasped. Your hair, while out of your face, had curled beautifully down your back, flecks of gold leaf and rose petals scattered across your locks.

With his eyes fixed on you and you alone, you made the choice to close the gap between the two of you. With every step towards him you took in his sweat covered chest and biceps, wanting nothing more than for him to wrap his strong arms around you, to hold his attention for just enough time for his anger to fade.

“You may be mine, but yet you flaunt yourself around the walls in that pathetic material for all to see.” He spoke through gritted teeth, his veiny hand reaching up to tug enough at the material for it to fall, exposing your chest for him, his aide and the various servants that were scattered around the hall, mostly trying to clear the path of distraction that Fred had caused. 

“Leave us.” He spoke quickly, eyes not moving from the way they were fixated on yours, his fingertips ghosting over your shoulder and down your arm, lips inches away from each other. The soft breeze that flowed through the room had the fabric swaying as it hung at your hips, the faint chill of the air hardened your nipples as you stood before him.

“Truly, you’re so pathetic, aren’t you, petal?” His hot touch was tilting your chin up enough for him to control your movements. His lips trailing faint whispers of kisses down your neck, rendering you breathless, speechless and craving him entirely.

“Speak when spoken to, pet.” He growled, his vice-like grip on your jaw tightening, pushing your lips in a pout as you attempted to speak the words you needed through shaky breaths.

“I-I’m your pathetic girl, Freddie.” 

“That’s right, you are.” He was now hoisting you up effortlessly, large hands gripping possessively at your thighs as he adjusted the way you sat on his hips. As soon as he sat back against his throne, your knees were pushed further apart so that you could straddle him, his hands moving to keep you pulled in close to him, your hands messily holding onto his neck to steady yourself.

His touch alone had you seeking the relief your aching cunt was screaming out for, hips moving in the hopes of just a fraction of pleasure as your swollen clit dragged across layers of smooth fabric.

“Little one, what do you think you’re doing there, hm?” He tutted, a hand immediately finding the coils of hair, disrupting the rhythm of your moving hips and the intricately placed style of your hair. His harsh grip tugged away at the curls, displaying your neck for him.

“First you whore yourself out for everyone’s eyes, now you think you can sit there and get yourself off, did I say you could do that?” He snarled, lingering fingertips bruising your thighs as he stilled your movements with heated touch.

“N-No, Fred, ‘m sorry.” You whimpered, knowing that you were pushing your luck when it came to Fred’s temperance with anger. He would more often than not subject you to bear the brunt of his frustrations, his loathsome anger that overcame him as he dominated you. He wanted you to know that he was the God here, and that any other man for miles would kill to be him.

“Count yourself lucky I’m not parading you outside and showing every man and woman of this village just who makes you feel so good.” He chuckled, letting go of your hair, your upper body crashing down against his chest as his hands bunched up the pooling fabric at your thighs, shifting your hips to sit directly over what you needed from him the most.

“You’d like that though, bet you’d have preferred my aide stay watch us rut like breeding bunnies, isn’t that right, Jewel?” He was pulling himself free, letting his hard cock spring free. 

You found yourself nodding, at a loss for words as he teased your entrance, daring to push in with antagonistic flare. He wanted to have you begging for every inch, even if that took hours on end.

“Speechless already, youngling?” He smirked his mind tugged edge to edge with a passionate need to fill you. The second his cockhead has pushed past your entrance, you found yourself hissing.

“Don’t tease me, Freddie.”

“I don’t think you’re in a good position to be giving me orders here, little rose.”

“But I-” You went to protest, instead you were met with his hand wrapped around your throat, firm grip against your windpipe as he brought your lips down to his in a tempered kiss.

“Who’s in charge, say it nice and loud for me.”

“You, Fred.” You whined, his hand still wrapped around your throat, instead of praising you he squeezed a little harder and whispered as his lips grazed against your cheek.

“Louder, let those guards standing outside hear you.”

“You Fred, you’re in charge.” You hissed out, feeling himself pull your hips down to sheath fully inside you. He didn’t need to tease you anymore as he set a godly rhythm, fucking up into you with all the force and might entrusted in him.

Sex with Fred was like being in the clouds, he was able to send you into a state of euphoria every single time but you were greedy, taking every girthy inch he could give you, yet you begged for more. He simply would chuckle and oblige, giving you release after release that had you screaming and clawing at his back. You could handle it, especially the way he would have you a brainless mess so quickly.

He had you now bent over the nearest table he could get you pressed on, ass on full display for him as he pushed himself inside you once more, his cock filling you to the hilt over and over again, his thrusts rocking the creaky table loudly as lewd moans spilled from your lips, the sound mixing perfectly with his deep grunts of passion.

“Mine. All fucking mine.” He groaned, like a chant, repeating it again and again, hands pulling your hips back to meet his thrusts with a bruising touch as he claimed you for what you already were; his.

Everyone surely knew by now who was fucking you, who was causing you to scream out for him as you begged him not to stop, your stamina hardly touched as you craved another release.

This time he had you up against the stone wall, back pressed firmly against the harsh gravelly texture as he hooked a leg up on his hip, taking you as his forehead pressed against yours, you had both hardly removed any of the material that covered your bodies, instead working with the fabric until it flowed together in the open breeze.

“You want more, petal? I’ll give you fucking everything.” He moaned out for you, your hands cupping his jaw as your eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy, unable to stop the wave of pleasure that coursed through every inch of your body. You couldn’t count the releases you had endured but you didn’t want him to stop. 

He had pushed you over the edge twice more before his own seed was released inside you, completely overwhelmed by the feeling. The way his hips stuttered and stilled before feeling his silky release mixed with yours dripping down your thigh, made you realise that he was more than just a God, he was your God and you were the luckiest woman in all to bed him at your desire.

“I love you, my radiant Goddess.” He murmured, nose brushing against yours as he cradled you into his arms, letting your breathing steady and your mind return back to him as his hands massaged over every roughly gripped inch of your skin.

You loved him too, more than he would ever be able to comprehend.

“What had you so mad, Freddie?” You whispered, reaching up to run a hand through his sweaty hair, smiling up at him lovingly. 

“Someone dared call you an easy whore, I had to show them that nobody calls you a whore but me, pet.” 

“Is that so?” You poked, leaning up to press your lips to his, the kiss lingering in entangled lips for a moment before his aide had burst into the room, forcing you to snap your head to look at the man who had coughed, Fred’s hands came to turn your body into face his, lifting the flimsy material to cover you and protect your modesty upon the intrusion.

“Sorry to disturb, but there’s an urgent matter with your Fa–” his aide spoke quickly, eyes avoiding Fred’s out of awkwardness.

“Tell my Father to go fuck himself, I’m busy.”

“Fred, don’t do that for me–”

“I’m busy, now go.” He spat, ignoring your protest, eyes following his aide as he scurried off hurriedly.

“Now where were we?” He smirked, tilling your chin up again before pressing his lips to yours again. 

“Ah, right here it seems.”

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[whump-a-la-mode]

Hero and villain falling into a river together. Villain is unconscious or hurt or something so hero gets them both outta the water. They then have to figure out how to heal villain and survive in the woods.

This has the tiniest bit of angst but is mostly some fluff! This is a super interesting prompt, I hope I did it justice.

Also I’ve never seen Lost in my life.

CW//Car accidents, very unsafe driving, driving off a bridge, blood, broken legs

Nobody liked backseat drivers.

As removed from the life of a normal civilian as they were, Hero still knew that fact quite well. Powers or not, they had had plenty of experience with know-it-all acquaintances and overbearing relatives who had decided that their driving abilities could use improvement in one way or another.

Yes, backseat driving was bothersome. But that was all it was. It wasn’t dangerous.

Having two front seat drivers at once, however? Yeah, that was dangerous.

“Let go!” Villain cried out, wrenching the steering wheel to the right, threatening to throw the vehicle into a tailspin. Their position was as awkward as it was uncomfortable, kneeling in the passenger’s seat, stretched out over the center console, shoulders forcing Hero against the driver’s side door.

“You’re gonna make us crash, you daft idiot!” The hero protested, quite literally butting heads with their adversary. They, by all accounts, had the right to the steering wheel, considering the fact that they were quite literally sitting in the driver’s seat. Yet, their arms were locked in a furious tangle with Villain’s, struggling with white-hued knuckles to simply grip the damn wheel.

“You’re going to make us crash!”

“No, you are!”

“Let go of the damn wheel!”

“No!”

The two jerked the steering back and forth, back and forth, sending the car lurching back and forth like a bucking bronco.

Hero’s panicked gaze flickered in between their nemesis and the world outside the windshield. Alarms howled and metal crunched as traffic veered out of the way of the oncoming vehicle, shuddering as it was as its tires were jerked from ninety degree angle to ninety degree angle, back and forth and back and forth.

“You’re gonna kill someone!” Villain’s mouth was close enough to the hero’s face that they could feel their hot breath on their cheek.

“You do that all the time!”

“Do not!”

Despite the less-than-ideal technique with which it was being driven, the car was moving, and moving quickly. It screeched down the city’s central highway, striking traffic cones and trash cans and curbs, all in equal measure, in its rampage.

“Left!”

“Right!”

The car continued straight as both ‘drivers’ exerted as much force as they could manage onto its wheel. A pedestrian dove out of the way of the oncoming, trundling brick of metal and rubber, narrowly missing a terrible fate beneath its wheels.

For a split second, the vehicle was rendered airborne as it struck a particularly large bump in the asphalt.

“You’re going to get us both killed!” Villain snapped.

“No, you are!”

“You don’t even know-”

“What don’t I know?!”

“What street the fucking drawbridge is on, dumbass!”

Within Hero’s chest, fury was replaced by freezing, liquid cold.

“If you would have just turned left-”

“We needed to go right!”

And, yet, the car continued forwards.

It seemed as though local traffic had gotten the memo regarding the occurrence, as the street before them seemed almost suspiciously clear of vehicles.

“Come on.” Hero insisted. “There’s no way its gonna open now, right? What are the chances?”

“What are the chances that you’re an idiot who can’t see bright flashing warning lights?!”

Now that they thought about it... They had assumed the flashes to simply be from another vehicle, but-

“Shit.”

“You did this!”

“If you would’ve just let me drive-”

The duo of nemeses had their petty argument abruptly cut off by something far, far more important. To be more specific, their argument was interrupted by being in a vehicle, speeding down a road-- a road that had decided, at that very moment, to split in two. At the drawbridge’s side, a massive ferry boat honked its disapproval.

“We have to turn around, shit!” Villain hissed.

Before them, the solid, grey asphalt cracked to reveal the dark, murky depths below.

“We can’t turn around, dumbass! There’s no time!”

The villain jerked the wheel to the side, but was quickly countered. Regardless of the struggles of either side, the vehicle was staying on its path.

“Stop the car!” Villain’s foot lurched out, but missed the brake on account of its awkward position. Hero gritted their teeth-- their nemesis was practically laying on top of them!

“There’s no time!”

“Of course there’s time! What are you talking about!”

The gap was growing wider.

“We’re going too fast, we’ll never make it. We need to jump!”

“You’re insane!”

“You’re insane!”

“Slow down!”

“Speed up!”

“Stop it!”

“Keep going!”

The car stayed at the exact same speed as the knot of limbs fought amongst itself. The accelerator was struck, then the brakes, then the gas, then the pedal.

And neither driver got their way.

With a pair of screaming fools inside, the car jumped the gap, and plunged into the river below.

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Its easy to see cars as unstoppable, unbeatable things. Able to crush and destroy with a driver’s slight wrong twitch. Hunks of contorted, twisted metal, more than willing to maim.

And, on land, perhaps those things were true. But underwater?

The car screeched as its hood slammed into the riverbed, crumpling to a tin can with the impact alone. Contorted into a far smaller form, the river’s current swept the metal brick alone with far greater ease.

Above, the world rushed by at a million miles an hour.

Below the river’s surface, it crept along in slow motion, because Villain was not moving.

Oh, god, they weren’t moving.

Hero couldn’t care less about the alarms, the screeching lights that surrounded them. Every safety precaution had been long forgotten, they were far, far past the point of precaution.

Their nemesis was thrown around the passenger’s seat, no seatbelt or consciousness to aid in keeping them in place. The hero struggled to move closer to them, but found themself just as much beholden to the vehicle’s whims.

The car slammed once more into something, a spiderwebbing crack launching across the windshield. Water began to hiss through the fissures.

They couldn’t stay in here. The car would do more to harm them than protect them. The red, sticky fluid staining the back of Villain’s head made that fact more than apparent.

Hero sucked in an anxious breath.

They spent every day of their existence saving lives, but this was different. This was Villain.

But, letting harm come to them was out of the question.

Their nemesis was surprisingly light-- though that could have been just the adrenaline talking. With one arm, they drug the unconscious villain to their lap, holding them firmly to their chest, trying to ignore the red trickling down their neck, and the way their leg didn’t seem to quite be moving right.’

Another breath, this one deep and shuddering.

Their life as a hero would do nothing for them, here. Desperately, they struggled for civilian knowledge. An old PSA came to mind. As a kid watching it on TV it had always seemed ridiculous, but-

Wait till the car is completely submerged. That was already well taken care of.

Aid unconscious passengers. Check.

Undo or cut all seatbelts. They had been too stupid to wear any.

Then... Then open the door, and swim to the surface.

Open the door.

Open the door.

Just do it! Okay, on three.

1...

2...

3.

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Villain was soaking wet.

It was the first thing they managed to notice as they struggled to jolt upright, only to find that they were already positioned in such a way.

Before their eyes were even fully open, a new instinct wracked them: The intense desire to cough. It was not an urge they could resist, and, soon, their chest was wracked as they struggled to...

Water. Water, coughing from their lungs.

They blinked, managing to open their eyes on the second attempt. Though, almost immediately, they closed them once more. They stung terribly, stinging with...

Smoke?

It was confusion that allowed them to try a thrice time, squinting to protect their eyes.

Yes, it was smoke! Grey and heavy, twisting through the air. The fire presented itself just as quickly-- small and contained, to their good fortune. An equally fortunate wind turned the singing smoke from their face, allowing them to fully see the world around them.

Trees and dirt-- a thick wood, all tangled in on its own biomass, hardly allowing them to see the dark, heavy sky hanging above.

Oh, and Hero was there.

Villain blinked, then, once their mind remembered what surprise was, yelped.

“Um...”

“Morning.” Hero lifted a hand, waving from where they sat, on the ground, behind the campfire.

“I didn’t realize you were a boy scout.”

“I’m not.”

“Then...”

“I just watched a lot of Lost.”

The hero’s gaze drifted downwards, to Villain’s legs, outstretched before them. Their own gaze followed.

A stick. On the side of their leg, secured with taut vines, was a big ass stick.

“You...”

“They did it on Lost!”

“Where are... Where are we?”

“No clue.” Hero shook their head. “But, you’re in no condition to go anywhere with that leg.”

“Then... why are you here?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your legs are fine.”

“Yeah, I know. But you’re hurt.”

“You hate me.”

“Really?” Hero raised a brow. “No one told me.”