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ravencoloredroses · 2 years ago

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All That Matters

Nyx x Reader (Eris’ daughter)

Summary: Nyx and Eris’ daughter have known each other their whole lives. With a new alliance forming between the Autumn Court and the Night Court, their hatred towards each other will be challenged as they are forced to grow closer.

Word Count: 6,445

Warning: Swearing

A/N: request by anonymous: “Nyx and Eris' daughter!!!! Idk why but the idea of it is just so exciting for me. Since there dads are friendly (kinda) high lords they've known and seen each other around alot but are enemies to lovers” I love these characters so much! I might make another story with them… something like romeo and juliet maybe??

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The last time my father wanted to see me in his office was when I was being sent away to boarding school. I’m not as naive as I was back then, but I know that whatever he has to tell me, I will have little to no say in. That's how it’s always been and always will be.

Being the only daughter to the High Lord of the Autumn Court, I’m widely considered a spoiled brat who gets everything she asks for, which isn’t necessarily false. But people don’t realize, or don’t even want to realize, that every decision is made for me. What I wear, what I eat, how I talk, how much I talk, what events I go to and who I’m allowed to be seen with.

My older brother is the heir, the golden child, he can do whatever he wants, whenever he wants without anyone questioning anything. It pisses me off and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.

I take a few deep breaths to try and calm my nerves, emphasis on try, then push open the office door. My father has an unreadable expression on his face as he tells me to take a seat.

“Good morning sweetheart, how did you sleep?”

He’s stalling

“Good morning father, it was alright.”

I take note of his stiff posture, the stacks of documents on his desk and the mountain of crumpled pieces of paper in the garbage can. This can’t be good.

“As you know, it is my responsibility to ensure the safety of our people here in Autumn and sometimes that responsibility falls onto you. Alliances are an important part in ensuring our people are safe, especially in times of war.

“I’ve spoken with my advisers on this matter, but the final decision is mine to make and I’ve decided an alliance with the Night Court is in our best interest.”

I’m not quite sure what any of this has to do with me and my confusion must show on my face because my father elaborates.

“Rhysand, Feyre and I have come to an agreement that you will marry their son Nyx, before the week is out.”

“W-what? Father, you can’t be serious.” This has to be a joke, there is no way he’s actually suggesting I marry that Night Court piece of shit.

Nyx is slightly older than I am, meaning we’ve seen each other at almost every event for our entire lives. He’s never been nice to me, not once. Even when we were really little he was a bully, the type of kid to ‘fall’ off the swing set and then go crying to mommy blaming you for it.

As an adult he’s not any better, walking around like he’s better than everyone and has girls practically falling at his feet when he just looks at them. I don’t blame them though, when you look in his eyes it’s like you’re deep diving in the ocean and will never run out of air. I’ve never seen anything like it and if he ever looked at me the way he does some of them, I don’t even know what I would do.

But he only looks at me with eyes of disgust and hatred, which is fine by me, the feeling is mutual. He might be the most attractive male I’ve ever seen, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s one of the worst people I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting. And now I’m marrying him.

“I know it’s out of the blue and a little rushed, but this has to be done, it’s already been decided.”

Right. It’s not like I’m gonna be spending the rest of my immortal life with him, so why does it matter what I think?

“Nyx is okay with this?” He shrugs his shoulders.

“You will be moving to the Night Court with him and when Rhysand and Feyre pass on, you will be expected to rule alongside Nyx and produce an heir.”

There’s nothing I can say or do that will make any of this better, so I just put my head down and shut up. I can, and will, cry my eyes out later.

“Yes, father.”

“Perfect. Now, go and enjoy your day, the weather looks lovely.”

This day is going to be anything but enjoyable. As I make my way back up to my room I pass a couple members of our staff, they must be able to tell that I wish to be left alone because they don’t even make eye contact with me. I’m appreciative of that, I don’t think I could handle sympathy looks right now.

Closing and locking my door behind me, I collapse on the ground and let my tears fall, holding my hand over my mouth to control the noise. I sit like this for hours, at least it feels like hours, and when my tears have finally dried up, I head over to my bathroom. I avoid looking at myself in the mirror, turn the faucet on and start to undress.

Normally, a bath with my favorite soaps will soothe me, but this time it does absolutely nothing. I wait for my fingertips to prune to get out of the tub, then change into my nightgown and head to bed; I just need this day to be over.

“You look lovely, dear.” My stylist asks me to twirl so they can view my whole look. I have to admit, I do look lovely, but none of that matters right now, today is the day where I lose whatever remains of my freedom.

“Can I have a minute with my sister?” My brother slips into the room and I give a small nod to my staff.

“Did you know?” I’ve been curious about this since my father told me, he always talks to my brother first.

“I did.” He looks down, ashamed. “Nyx is a good male, he won’t harm you.”

“You can’t possibly promise me that.” He closes the distance between us and grabs my hand.

“You are my favorite sister, if he even pulls a hair out from your head I will knock a few of his teeth out.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m your only sister and you won’t even be living with me anymore, how will you know if he harms me?”

He cracks a smile and releases my hands. “I have my ways dear sis, I have my ways. If you need to, look at me in the audience, I’ll be in the front row.” He winks and walks back out the door, which is soon opened again by a staff member.

“It’s time, my lady.”

I’m handed a bouquet and suddenly I’m walking towards the altar on a flowered path. I round the corner and I feel about 1,000 pairs of eyes on me so I look down and focus on not falling. I make the mistake of looking up and see Nyx standing there waiting for me. His eyes run over my body and I swear there was a smile on his face, but it’s quickly replaced with a blank stare when we make eye contact.

He extends a hand to help me up the small staircase while a member of my ‘bridal party’ takes my bouquet and fixes my dress. I’m mad at myself for the way my heart beats faster because I know it’s just an act for him to appear like a gentleman. I stare down at our joined hands and zone out for a while until I hear Nyx’s deep voice say “I do.” My eyes jump up to meet his and I realize everyone is waiting for me.

“I do.”

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Fuck. I forgot about this part. Nyx pulls me close and presses his lips to mine. I try not to think about how soft they are or how long this is lasting, but it’s pretty damn hard to do that as his hand moves to the back of my neck and presses me closer.

Is this all for show too?

When he finally pulls away and faces us towards the audience, my eyes search out my brother. He’s watching me with somewhat of a proud expression. I notice Nyx’s family -my new family- looking at us with watchful eyes, that’s not surprising based on the little knowledge I have of these people. I’m surprised Rhysand agreed to this if I’m being honest. The Autumn and Night Courts have never gotten along, but once my grandfather died of ‘natural causes’, Rhysand and my dad became friendly with each other.

Nyx walks me back down the aisle without dropping my hand and then we head off to my new home, the Night Court.

It takes longer than I thought it would to get there, but it might have just been because it was dead silent the whole time. I thought that we would be living in the same house as the rest of Nyx’s family, but apparently we have our own place. Maybe it will be better this way, maybe this will give Nyx and I time to get along.

On the outside it looks like just a small cottage nestled into the mountains, but the inside is incredibly spacious and already filled with everything we will need. Newly renovated kitchen and bathroom, a cozy living room, an office and a bedroom with a walk-in closet and an attached bathroom. A bedroom. Singular.

“I’ll sleep on the couch.” He announces while walking past me into the bathroom. Well, that settles that I guess. I change out of my uncomfortable dress and into a large sweater and leggings, then begin to unpack my things. When Nyx re-emerges from the bathroom he has changed as well, trading his tuxedo for a simple cotton t-shirt and sweatpants. I meet him in the hallway and start to ask about what’s next, but he doesn’t let me.

“I don’t care what you do, so long as it doesn’t involve me. I will be gone all day and only return for sleep to appease my parents. Do whatever you want.” He walks out the front door and flys away. Isn’t your wedding supposed to be the happiest day of your life?

I noticed multiple bookshelves when we first arrived, but I didn’t get the chance to see what books were on it. I find one that looks good and sit down on the couch to begin reading.

I didn’t notice the sky getting dark, but as I finish my book my stomach growls and I realize I haven’t eaten since this morning. I go into the kitchen and find a can of chicken noodle soup in one of the cupboards. I grab a pot and start to warm it up. Once it’s at a good temperature, I grab a bowl to pour it in and sit down at the table to eat.

Just as I get up to wash my bowl, Nyx marches through the door. He walks right past me into the bathroom without even a glance. When he comes back out, he plops down on the couch. I sigh and start to get ready for bed. Is this what the rest of my life is gonna be like?

Three days. The same routine for three more days. It’s been almost a full week since our wedding and he’s completely avoiding me.

It’s around dusk when a loud knock sounds at my front door. I mark my place in my book and open the door to find my brother standing there.

“Hey! What are you-“

“Where is he?” He pushes right past me into the house.

“Nyx? He’s. He’s um.”

“You don’t know, do you?” He spins around to face me and I shake my head in embarrassment. “How long has it been since you’ve seen him?”

“Three days.”

“That fucking asshole. Who does he think he is? The fucking king?” He starts to pace around the room and keeps spitting out insults about Nyx.

“Why are you here, brother?” I ask to stop him.

“I told you I’d be checking up on you, I’ve been seeing you doing the same thing everyday. That male has no right to keep you here locked up while he goes out doing mother knows what!”

He’s right. I know he’s right, but why do I feel this urge of protectiveness towards Nyx? He’s probably just busy, right? He’s the heir so he has a bunch of important things to be doing. But all day?

“Don’t worry, I’ll go find him and put an end to this.” He doesn’t give me a chance to reply before he’s storming out the door and slamming it behind him.

It’s not until I’m about to go to bed that I hear the front door open. I sit on the bed and listen for footsteps. They stop outside the bedroom door, I hear a sigh and then a light knock.

“Come in.” I call out, Nyx slowly pushes the door open and steps inside. He looks like he just got punched in the face. His left cheek is already starting to bruise and his eyes are red and puffy. Has he been crying?

“Nyx! What happened?” I go to get up but he puts his hand out signially me to stay sitting.

“I’ll be okay, but-“ He takes a deep breath. “We need to talk.” No good conversation ever starts with that phrase.

“Oh- okay. About what?”

“I want to apologize.” He says as he sits down on the bed next to me. I was not expecting that. “I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting. It’s not fair to you and it was wrong for me to treat you that way. I know you have no obligation to accept my apology, but I’d at least like to have the opportunity to start over. If that’s okay with you.” He takes a deep breath and looks up at me.

“Did I do something to make you hate me?”

“No!” He rakes his hand through his hair and sighs. “When we were kids, I was intimidated by you. You had everything I’ve ever wanted, independence, confidence and I hated you for that.” He looks up at me. “I treated you like shit to make myself feel better. It was dumb and I was an idiot and I’m so sorry. I know that this relationship was forced on both of us, but if you would allow me to, I’d like to actually give it a try. I’ve um- I’ve had feelings for you for a while, and for the longest time I tried to convince myself that it wasn’t true. But it is true and I feel like I ruined any chance that we had and I completely understand if you want nothing to do with me anymor-“

“Nyx.” I cut him off and slowly move my hands to grab his, giving him enough time to pull away if he wanted to. He doesn’t. “I accept your apology. I’m not going to lie, a lot of the things you did hurt me.” I take a deep breath. “But it’s nothing that we can’t work past and I feel like starting over is a great idea.”

I give his hand a slight squeeze and then let go. “Would you like me to grab the first aid kit?” His face has only gotten worse since he came in. He gives me a small nod, I go into the bathroom and come back to hand him the box.

“Thank you.” He whispers and I know he’s not just talking about the kit.

“You’re welcome.”

It’s around time for dinner when I finish putting all my stuff away. I haven’t seen Nyx since we've talked, but I think he’s in the office, so I gently knock on the door and wait for an answer. I hear soft footsteps approach and he slowly opens the door. “I was just wondering if you wanted to eat dinner… with me… soon?”

Nyx looks behind him at the clock on the wall and then steps out into the hallway with me. “Sure.”

I must have been staring at the kitchen for a while because Nyx moves into my vision.

“You’ve never cooked before, have you?”

I shake my head and look down at my hands. “No.” I only know how to heat things up. I’ve never cooked anything so I can already tell this is gonna be embarrassing.

“I can teach you. If you want.” I look up at him, shocked. “My mom, she taught me. It’s not as hard as it seems.” He walks over to one of the cabinets and pulls out a pot. “How do you feel about spaghetti?”

“I think that sounds great.” He gives me a small smile, places the pot on the stove and walks back over to me.

“Okay. Step one, you're going to have to pull your hair up.”I subconsciously reach back to touch my hair.

“Right. I- um. I don’t have a hair tie…” He gets up and walks into the bedroom, then comes back with a scrunchie in hand. I expect him to just hand it to me, but he twirls his finger asking me to turn around. His fingers graze the back of my neck as he picks up my hair and I hold in my shiver. He separates it into three sections and begins braiding. It doesn’t take long before he’s securing the end with the scrunchie and then steps back to view his work.

“T-Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He coughs then steps around me and heads to the stove.

“Step two, boil water.” He picks up the pot, goes to the sink and turns on the faucet. When it’s full he carefully carries it over to the stove and turns on the burner. We stare at it for a while in awkward silence until I hear bubbles popping, which I assume means it’s boiling.

“Step three, noodles.” I remember seeing the box of spaghetti in the pantry when we first arrived, so I go grab it and hand it over to him. He grabs a handful and drops them in the water. “Now we wait.” He says as he puts the box back and grabs a jar of sauce.

It was actually really interesting to see how the noodles slowly fall into the water as they soften up. “How do we know when they are done?”

He looks over at me with a smile on his face and grabs a wooden spoon. “Like this.” He picks up a noodle and throws it at the wall. It falls straight to the ground. “Ah. Needs a couple more minutes.”

“Um… What did you just do?”

“If it sticks, it’s done.”

“Oooooh.”

He laughs. “What did you think I was doing?”

“I honestly have no fucking clue.” Now we’re both laughing and it feels amazing. “Can I try the next one?”

He nods and hands me the spoon. “Go for it.”

I fish around for one in the pot, then fling it onto the wall. It sticks.

“It worked!” I place the spoon back on the counter and turn to face Nyx.

“You didn’t believe me?” He asks, jokingly and grabs a strainer from the drawer behind me. “Can you turn the burner off?” While I do, he dumps out the water leaving just the spaghetti in the strainer. “Okay. Step four, sauce.”

I try to be helpful and open the jar, but I guess I’m not strong enough so Nyx comes over to help me.

“Here, let me.” He opens it on the first try, then pours it over the noodles. “Now we eat.”

I grab two bowls from the cabinet as we head over to the table to eat.

“Thank you for teaching me. I’ve always wanted to learn how to cook.”

“You’re welcome. Spaghetti is pretty easy, next time we can try something a little more difficult if you’d like.” I smile as we continue to eat in comfortable silence. When we’ve finished Nyx offers to do the dishes while I clean up the table. After we’re done we get ready for bed and I come into the bedroom, finding Nyx staring at the bed.

“You don’t have to, anymore.” He looks at me confused. “Sleep on the couch, I mean. The bed is pretty big, so we can share it.” He gives me a small nod and heads into the bathroom.

I’ve already changed into my nightgown by the time he comes back. “Um, because of my wings I have to sleep on my stomach. I hope that’s alright.” I look over to find that he’s shirtless, just wearing loose sweatpants that are basically falling off. My eyes trail over his defined abs and the v-line that leads down to his-. My eyes jump back up and I see that he’s smirking at me. I turn my head away and clear my throat.

“Ye-Yeah that’s fine.” I never thought about how Illyrians sleep, but it makes sense that they can’t sleep on their backs. He pulls back the covers to get in and I follow shortly after.

His wings are tucked in and it looks super uncomfortable. “You can let your wings rest. I won’t mind.” He looks up at me surprised, I give him a small smile and a nod. I lay down on my back and he flares his wings out as we both drift off to sleep.

“Goodnight.”

I wake up to the light shining in through the window and a heavy weight on top of me. I slowly open my eyes to find a huge wing laying over my chest, then I notice that I’m pinned underneath the body that wing is attached to. We’re Cuddling. Even if I wanted to push Nyx off of me I couldn’t, but for some reason I don’t even bother to try. His face is nuzzled into my neck and he’s wrapped an arm around my waist. He smells so fucking good.

I lay there wide awake for who knows how long before he starts to stir. He wakes with a yawn and hugs me closer. He must realize what he’s doing because he quickly jumps up, scaring the shit out of me.

“Oh- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-“ His face is bright red.

“It’s okay. I didn’t mind.” He gives me a nod and heads into the bathroom. I get up to fix the covers on the bed while I wait for him to finish. He comes out with sopping wet hair and a towel thrown loosely around his hips. I hurry into the bathroom before I can do something I’ll absolutely regret later.

I splash cold water on my face about twelve times before I actually begin getting ready.

When I come back out, Nyx is sitting on the bed holding a note. “What’s that?”

“It’s from my mom, she wants us to join them for dinner tonight.” He looks up at me and hands over the letter.

My dearest Nyx and Y/N,

I hope this isn’t too late of notice, but we would really love to see you both at our family dinner tonight. The table isn’t complete without you.

~F.

I sit down and give him the letter back. “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I can come up with an excuse, it's no big deal.”

“We can go.”

“Something like we have obligations elsewher- wait what did you say?”

I turn my body slightly to face him and lightly chuckle. “I said, we can go. It will be nice to meet your family.” I think. Actually wait on second thought... No, it’s gonna have to happen eventually, might as well get it over with.

“Okay, yeah. We can go. Um, I just feel like I should warn you.” Uh-oh. “My family is different from most, it can be overwhelming. Everyone has very watchful eyes, they will be tracking your every move, especially my uncle Azriel. He has… history with your father and will probably not like you at first. The same thing goes for my aunt Mor, so please don’t be offended if they don’t open up to you right away, it’s nothing personal.”

Nothing personal. I’ve heard stories of the hatred between the Autumn and Night courts, but I normally just have to deal with rude stares or nasty side comments. I’ve never eaten dinner with people who hate me.

He grabs my hand and looks over at me. “If you ever want to leave, just tell me and we'll go. No questions asked.” I nod and slightly smile. I wasn’t nervous before, but now I’m second guessing saying yes. “I promise nothing bad will happen.”

You can’t possibly promise me that.

“I have nothing to wear.” I say standing up.

“That box is addressed to you, from my mom.” He points to a box sitting on the floor that I never noticed. I place it on the bed, undo the ribbon and open the lid. Inside is the most stunning dress I’ve ever seen. Dark, navy blue suede with ¾ length sleeves. Night Court colors. Beneath a layer of tissue paper are matching heels, that thankfully aren’t too high.

Nyx leans over on the bed to peer into the box. “Oh I have something that matches that perfectly!” He runs over to the closet and returns with a suit the exact same shade.

“It’s perfect.” I look up to find him already staring at me.

“Let’s get ready, shall we?”

I brush out my curls to loosen them up a bit and move over to look in the mirror. The dress fits me perfectly, it accentuates my curves but still looks elegant. Unfortunately, even looking as good as I do does absolutely nothing to help my nerves. My hands are slightly shaking and I doubt there is anything I can do to stop it.

“Is there anything I can help with?” Nyx softly knocks on the door, his way of letting me know that I’m taking too long. One glance at the clock behind me says he’s right, we have to leave soon.

I turn around and head towards the door, Nyx has already opened it and is staring at me with an expression I can’t quite determine.

“You- You look beautiful.” His eyes roam over my figure in a way that seems far too intimate, but I love it anyway.

“Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.” I feel my cheeks getting hot, but that’s the least of my worries at the moment. I reach out to take his hand, but hesitate when I see that mine are still shaking. “Are you ready?” I just need to get this over with.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” He extends his arm out for me to take and then winnows us off to his parents house.

“Remember, you want to leave and we leave. No questions asked.” Nyx assures me as we walk up the pathway. I give his arm a squeeze as my response because I’m saving all my energy for what’s to come.

He doesn’t knock on the door, just walks right in and the chatter that I heard from on the porch abruptly stops. Silence. Just the sound of my heels clicking on the tile.

Two dark figures round the corner, one shorter than the other but both exude power. I already know who they are before they come into the light.

“Mom, Dad, thank you for inviting us over.” Nyx lets go of my arm to give his parents a hug while I stand by myself awkwardly.

Rhysand breaks away first to greet me. “Y/N, welcome to our home. We’re so glad you could make it.” He gives my hand a slight shake and then escorts me towards what I presume to be the dining room. I’m greeted with seven unhappy faces, each one more angry than the first.

Four females, one who is doing her best to not meet my eyes, one who looks ready to chop my head off, one who looks like she has better places to be and the last one seems to be as terrified as I am. There are two winged males at the table as well, one with long hair who has a watchful gaze and the other who seems to be assessing all the ways he can kill me while these black things float around him. I already hate it here.

“Y/N, these are the members of our family. Mor, Nesta, Amren, Elain, Cassian and Azriel.” Feyre says behind me as I give a smile and take my seat between Nyx and Cassian with Azriel across from me.

“Alright. Now that we’re all here, let’s eat shall we?” Rhysand gives a small gesture towards the table and all the plates are filled with food. I don’t even bother to see what it is, I just need my hands to be doing something before I go crazy, so I begin to eat right away. Everyone else follows suit and it takes about 5 minutes before Feyre breaks the deafening silence. “Have you been enjoying the Night Court since your arrival?”

“I haven’t seen much of it, but what I have seen is beautiful.” I take a small sip of water.

“Oh that’s a pity! Nyx, why haven’t you taken Y/N out to see more?”

“We really haven’t had the time, Mom. We will soon though.” And the game of silence begins again. This time it’s broken by Nesta slamming down her silverware.

“So, Y/N. How is your father doing?”

“Nesta.” Rhysand warns.

“No, I want to know. Because he puts everyone through so much shit just so he can keep living the high life. So tell me, how is ‘Daddy Dearest’?”

I choke on my water slightly while I’m desperately trying to come up with an answer. “I’m not quite sure what you are referring to. My father is well respected in my Court.”

She scoffs. “He is, is he? You don’t even know what happened, do you? What he did to Mor?” Everyone is staring at me now and I have no idea how to respond. I’ve heard that my father and Mor were in a relationship when they were very young, but nothing more. I glance over at Nyx to try and catch his eye, but he’s looking down at his plate.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t been told much of my father’s past.”

I feel a brush of something swimming up my leg, my side, then wrapping around my throat and I suddenly can’t breathe. Azriel stares at me with so much hatred in his eyes, I’m surprised this didn’t happen sooner.

“All you Vanserra’s ever do is lie. You know exactly what your father did. Your father hurt Mor, left her for dead, you and your brother are the exact same as him, evil. Why did Nyx have a black eye the other day? Did you honestly think we wouldn’t find out?” Nesta stands up from her seat.

Tears are streaming down my cheeks as my hands grab at my throat, desperate for air. My vision starts to get blurry and then Azriel releases his shadows. I gasp for air and quickly stand up. “Can you excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom.” I run off crying.

Splashing cold water on my face does absolutely nothing for me. I slowly sink to the floor to sob and sob and sob. No one comes to check on me. No one believes me. Not even Nyx. Why hasn’t he said anything? Done anything? He knows that I wasn’t the one who hurt him, yet he stays silent.

Gods. I feel like the world's biggest idiot. I thought Nyx and I were getting along. He promised nothing bad would happen. I should have known better.

I notice a rather large window that I can easily fit through. So that’s exactly what I do, and then I’m running. I have no idea where I am, but I know where I need to go. Home.

I’m passing through some sort of market and nearly run into someone. I take a second to catch my breath. “Excuse me, sir. Could you please tell me how to get to the Autumn Court?”

The male points me in the direction I need and then I’m off again.

“Y/N!” I stop. I’ve been running through this forest alone for over 3 hours, who is calling out for me? “Y/N! It’s me!”

My brother. He runs right up to me and pulls me in for a hug. “What the fuck are you doing?!!” And that’s all it takes for me to break down again.

“I can’t do it anymore! I don’t care what alliance this marriage brings to father. I can’t be married to him, I just can't!”

“Shhhh. It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. Take a deep breath.” He rubs a comforting hand up my back. “I’ll take you back home, okay?” I feel a slight gust of wind and look up to see that I’m in the home I share with Nyx.

“No! Why did you bring me back here? I can’t stay here! I need to go home, back to Autumn!” I start to panic.

“You can’t go back to Autumn. Father will find out and everything will only get worse.” He lightly pushes me down so I sit on the couch and then brings me a glass of water. “I need you to stay here. I will be back to check on you, but you must stay here.”

“I will, thank you.” I’m too tired to argue. Now I’m alone, again. I know Nyx will come home eventually, but I can’t even think about that right now, I just need to go to sleep. I triple check that the doors are locked, then grab every knife from the kitchen and barricade myself in the bedroom.

I wake up to the sound of pounding on the bedroom door. “Y/N! Y/N I know that you’re in there. Please, just come out and talk to me.”

“Go away!” The banging stops and then he’s standing in front of me. “What the fuck? You can’t just winnow in here?” He kneels down on the floor as I sit up.

“Please. I just need to talk with you.”

“I don’t think we have anything to talk about. You left me there! You left me there while he was choking me! I trusted you! What happened to ‘we leave whenever I wanted’? What about your promise that nothing bad would happen? Was that a lie too?” I take a deep breath and continue.

“Was everything a lie? Everything you said? How you were sorry, that you wanted to start over and your feelings for me? Everything was a lie!”

“What? No! No, I didn't lie about any of that!”

“Then why didn’t you help me? You sat there and watched me get choked and then never bothered to check on me.”

“I wanted to! But they wouldn’t let me. The minute you left, uncle Az pinned me to the chair with his shadows. I couldn’t get to you.”

Is he lying to me right now? “From the second we walked into that house, you acted like I didn’t exist! Why?”

“Because I was scared.”

“Scared? What could you possibly be scared of?”

“I was scared that my family would find out.”

“FIND OUT WHAT?!?” If he doesn’t get to the fucking point-

“THAT I LOVE YOU!”

“You- you what?”

“I love you. I have for a while, but I thought that you hated me. I figured the only way to be with you was to have an arrangement made, so I asked my dad to-“

He looks at me with wide eyes, he's said too much.

“You asked your dad to do what?” I ask slowly, scared for his answer. He takes in a deep sigh.

“I asked him to ask your dad about arranging a marriage between us. He’s the only one who knows, not even your father. I- I’m sorry. I should have told you.” I take a step back, this can’t be happening. “Y/N, please. Let me explain.”

“No.”

“Please. I understand that I-“

“Nyx. I don’t want you to explain. Just give me an answer to my question. Just one.”

“Anything, I’ll tell you anything.” He’s begging now.

“Do you love me?”

“W-what?”

“Do you love me? Truly love me?”

“Yes! Yes, I love you!” He stands up and faces me. I can’t explain it, but I believe him. Maybe all that running I just did is messing with my head. Him asking his father to arrange our marriage is fucked up and I hate him for it, but I love him too.

“Then kiss me.”

He hesitates for a second and then slowly moves closer to me, giving me enough time to change my mind. Then finally, he places a hand under my chin, closes the distance and he softly places his lips on mine.

His lips are so soft, so gentle, like he’s afraid I’m going to break. My hands find their way to his hair as the kiss deepens. I trail my tongue across his bottom lip causing him to moan and move his hands to my hips.

We break for air and just stare at each other. Our foreheads pressed together, breath mixing between us, eyes searching the others. “I love you, too.” I realize I never said it out loud and based on his reaction, he wasn’t expecting me to. “I don’t want to start over. I just want to keep moving forward.”

“That sounds perfect.” He caresses my cheek with his thumb and gives my forehead a kiss. “Would you like to go to bed?” I nod as my response and he lets me go to pull back the covers. I get in first while he gets undressed.

There is so much we still have to work out. So many difficult conversations we have to have. But as I lay here with my head on his chest listening to his steady heartbeat, I can’t help but smile. I’m looking forward to those conversations. Looking forward to finding out as much as I can about Nyx. Regardless of what his family thinks of me or what mine thinks of him. We’re going to be happy, and to me, that’s all that matters.

#a court of thorns and roses #acotar #azriel #cassian #feyre #mor #nesta #rhys #nyx #nyx x reader #high lord eris #eris vanserra #vanserra #Elain #night court #autumn court #sarah j maas

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superscrub323 · 17 hours ago

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I swear when I get around to designing Enyo and Eris I’m going to have a ball with them because you thoroughly convinced me on them

But since I’m still taking a break from designing gods, so that’ll have to wait

In the meantime, what do you see their relationship as? Headcanons and random stuff? I wanna hear ALLLL of it :]

*The Horse and the Infant Instrumental Plays*

Alright my brain cells listen closely

Today we've got a lot to say

This stuff's been resting in my noggin

So now it's time for these two to slay!

Think of the stories and the fan art

That hasn't been told or drawn

It's collect dust and doing nothng

Do as I say and it'll see the dawn (YES SCRUB!)

*Sorry couldn't help myself*

As for the relationship, chaotic...

Alright I got more. Enyo would be the Goddess who has to spent time wrangling the chaos gremblin that is Eris under anything resembling control. Which is to say that Eris would be a complete brat that Enyo needs to shut down with a kiss.

Eris meanwhile would probably pull pranks on her, innocent pranks that include say...dressing up as Enyo and switching her name with her own so authors would think Enyo and Eris are the same guy.

Enyo probably somehow manages to leave a good impression on Nyx who wonders why Eris can't be like her (Eris: Love you too mom) while Thanatos just gets ready for the carnage.

Speaking of carnage when ever they...bed each other naked and helpless the room they're in looks like it's been through a war and whenever there's a body count over 50...nobody sleeps within a 50 mile radius.

Aphrodite would to this day insist she meant for them to be together but nobody really buys it while Ares is just happy Enyo and Eris are happy so that wars don't turn into genocides with them unchecked and cranky.

Also whether they argue loudly, fight, or make sweet flower talk it usually ends the same way and they wouldn't have it any otherway.

Also Eris is a skinny butch and Enyo is a full figured femme.

#greek mythology #enyo #eris #enyoxeris #this ship ain't dying

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casspurrjoybell-21 · 2 years ago

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Pirate Chains - Volume 2 - Against Tides

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 2 - I'm a Pirate too - Part 2

Lord Nyx Aimeri

The next day started like any regular day on the Martina.

After lunch, Maren walked into the galley.

"Tired. Bored."

"Haven't seen you at lunch today, Maren."

"And SO SO HUNGRY. Please tell me there's something left for me?"

He tilted his head and I smiled and his hopeful puppy eyes.

"Of course. I put it in the storage room for you."

"Whee."

He jumped and was in the storage room in a second.

"So? No land yet, huh?"

I bit my tongue as soon as that came out of my mouth.

Damn it, Ace told me I should stop asking such things.

I was about to hope Maren didn't hear me when he answered, obviously with a mouth full of food.

"Nope, still nothing. I was told we were gonna be there like, this morning. I even missed lunch. Fuck, I hoped I'd get to have real meat for lunch but I guess that won't be happening today."

My heart actually raced at 'this morning'.

'We're that close? Maybe, just maybe, my calculations were wrong and we did not miss Eboa after all. What if...'

I turned to find Maren yawning and stretching his arms.

"I didn't sleep since yesterday. Me Gods, with that sun, it's starting to give me a headache."

Right, he spent all night watching the sea from up the mast again. Everyone says that he's a brat, that he doesn't do shores well... but he actually takes his work very seriously.

I mean, he must have quite the strong will and patience to stay awake, alone, in the dark all night and that is almost every night for several months.

I don't think I could have such perseverance if it was me. I handed him a cup of water.

"Why don't you take some rest."

"Can't. Someone needs to look out for other ships. The more we get close to land the more we could bump into someone, you know?"

"Oh. Well, you still need a break. Why not ask Ace to get someone else to take your place?"

"Those fucktards will just start drinking... they're so stupid."

I smiled to his sense of responsibility.

I always felt that Maren took big proud in his crow's nest.

He went to drink and my smile fell when he glared at me.

"Water, really? Who the hell serves water?"

"What did you want to have, beer?"

"Well, YEAH."

"Just drink it, Maren. It will help with your headache."

"Why, is there an island in the cup? My headache will only go if we get to land. I'm sick of smelling men's butts."

His shoulders slumped and he tilted his head back to whine like a child.

"I want a woman's butt."

"You don't have to be rude, just go sleep a little."

I pushed him out of the galley and he continued down to the second lowest level of the hull, most probably to to find somewhere relatively calm to sleep.

As for me, I had to stay away from the walking pirates.

Everyone was cranky and looking for a fight.

I climbed the shrouds and took Maren's place.

It was truly nice from up here.

The Martina definitely looked less scary because everyone walked around the deck without even noticing me looking from above.

They were all busy, even Baril.

Which is why he left me to clean the galley alone after lunch while he helped prepare things.

What things?

Everything... barrels, wooden boxes, weapons... they were moving everything here and there.

I should probably go help or I might just stay here.

In this much calmer level, where it felt relaxing and closer to the sky.

No wonder Maren loves staying here.

I kept watching the sea, turning every while to watch out for other ship that might spot us from other angles, like Maren said and I don't know how long it took before it finally happened.

In the distant horizon, a strange shaped cloud appeared.

I gazed at it unbelievingly, until I was certain that I wasn't dreaming.

Land. LAND.

I jumped out of the crow’s nest and almost fell as I forgot that I was still far above the deck.

I climbed down the shrouds clumsily and ran into the hull.

I was happy. Sincerely happy.

I wanted to yell and tell but it felt unfair to Maren who put so much effort into this.

So I climbed down to the second level of the hull, wishing to find him somewhere here because well... I didn't have the right to go any lower in the ship.

Luckily I found Maren laying on the floor at the side of a room.

I called his name, making sure not to wake the couple of others that looked asleep around the room.

When he didn't answer I kneeled and called him again.

This time he moaned in an irritating way.

"No. Go away Ace."

Ace?

We don't have time for this.

I leaned closer to his ear and said the one word I knew would wake him up.

"Land."

His response was more immediate than I thought.

His eyes flew open and he sat up abruptly sending me to fall back on my ass.

"What? When? Land. Did you say land?"

I got up and nodded at him with a smile.

He shot to his legs and was already running out of the door in a second.

I followed behind watching how he made his way by pushing some pirates away and earning some snarls for that.

When I reached the deck, Maren was already up there, looking through his monocular.

His smile grew wider and he yelled what sent everyone to halt.

"LANDHO."

The cheering, the pirates hurrying to the deck to check by their own eyes, the smiles and sighs, it all made me excited and even more happy.

"Celia. Your dickhead is back to fuck you, me whore."

'And that was Jay, getting all...'romantic'

"Finally," Lou said calmly, he looked relieved but not by much.

I guess being used to this event makes some pirates immune to the beautiful sight of an approaching island.

I felt a familiar hand settle on my right shoulder.

I looked around to find Agenor standing on my left, his hand still holding me close.

He looked satisfied but not the least surprised.

'Of course he wasn't, he knew exactly when this moment would come. They all knew.'

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galahdborn · 2 years ago

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why don’t you make me? // bratty submissive Noct? More likely than you'd think

SUGGESTIVE STARTERS MEME | @chosenbythecrystal

Nyx raised an eyebrow at those challenging words. So Noctis was in a bratty mood, was he? He had told him to strip, but it seemed like someone wanted to play hard to get.

Putting his hands on Noctis' hips, he pulled the younger male closer, pressing their bodies flush against each other. "Are you saying you don't want this?" he questioned, voice lowered, grinding his obvious bulge against the other. His fingers rubbed patterns against the other's hips, keeping it both sensual and heated.

"Don't you want to be a good boy for me, hm? Or maybe you want me to spoil you? Should I strip you down myself, make sure you don't have to lift a finger?" There was a lot of good options, of course. Nyx could easily adapt to Noctis' need. Sure, the other was being a brat, but he was sure he could make him melt under some soft and suggestive words – combined with some even softer and even more suggestive touching.

#chosenbythecrystal #;ask #;spicy #|| i hope noct knows what he asked for by saying that :3c

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triometra · 2 years ago

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Yo, big Cor fan, can‘t tell you why, it just happened. Definitely play the Gladio DLC if you want a liiiiittle bit more canon content. The kingsglaive movie doesn’t portray him (it does however introduce you to Nyx who‘s often shipped with him. And Drautos too.).

If it‘s more less-canon stuff you seek however 👀 there is a fan-theory that Cor was the one who stole baby Prompto from the Niflheim MT-Factory which spawned a bunch of fanfiction about the man being a struggling dad. I mean he‘s perfect for that trope, it‘s what got me interested in him. The no.1 fanfiction you should be reading if that interests you is Poor Wayfaring Stranger by lithos_saeculum on AO3 (Note that I’m biased because I am obsessed with it, and also it‘s very long.)

My understanding of him evolved into this aged like fine wine, ADHD burnout that really needs some goddamn rest but everyone keeps him on his toes and his workaholic personality can‘t say no to a new problem. I’ve seen him portrayed as very chill, very deadpan, laconic and based and that’s all I love in a character. Dude‘s just so done, very relatable. My favorite genre of people writing Cor is him being very no-bullshit but at the same time he’s constantly forced to deal with the weirdest, funniest behaviour and happenings from the people around him who don‘t care that he would like to just be a normal marshal who does normal marshal stuff. They call him Cor the Immortal and he hates it.

Also another staple of his is feeling guilty for stuff he couldn‘t have stopped anyway. That‘s canon.

I‘ve also seen a lot of good younger Cor content, because it‘s basically canon that he was a huge, self-endangering little shit that thought he‘s unbeatable to the point of challenging anything and being a massive brat about it. A real punk. Didn‘t give a shit about orders he found stupid. Still doesn‘t but wouldn‘t encourage it, probably.

I‘ve always loved a mentor character and while I admit he‘s not super special in the game (He is onscreen for… not a lot of time and he‘s really just a military dude) the fanwork is what turned him into a huge comfort character of mine.

Hello, Cor Leonis tag followers. I’m wondering if some of you might feel like enlightening me with some Cor propaganda.

See, I played FFXV when it came out and didn’t play the rest of the DLC/updates and didn’t watch Kingsglaive. As a result… I feel like I barely know this character. But I want to know him!! I can see that he has some dedicated fans, so I’d love to hear about what makes you love him.

I’d especially like to know more about his personality. How would you describe him? What are some of the most obscure things you know about him? Are there any scenes you find really good or important? Tell me your wisdom.

#Also I think he looks hot #It‘s like this video of the dude pointing at the screen saying: This is your man #And I‘m standing there like: yeeeees #cor leonis #ffxv

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antiloreolympus · 3 years ago

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10 Anti LO Asks

1. i literally do not get how LO fans HATE PJO when the whole point of the first book was calling out the preconceived notion hades must be the bad guy and instead showing hes actually fine and later hes actually one of the best parents in the whole series?? like is it only because hxp isnt perfect in it and he slept around to have bianca and nico? because its legit myth canon persephone had a boytoy in adonis and minthe was hades' mistress while married so?? idk i think they should love it :/

2. if another writer wanted to create their own retelling of hellenic mythology, what would be some ways to connect with people actually practicing hellenism so as to not make the same mistakes as rachel ? i’m asking because i’ve seen people like that frequenting this blog at times.

3. i honestly hate LOs random injects of comedy, especially during what should be serious moments. how are we supposed to feel the gravity of the situation, the tension, the fear, the anger, etc when itll immediately be undercut by some quippy one liner? it feels like RS saw how "funny" people thought mcu movies were and thought "i can do that too!". i get its not as "lighthearted" as she wants, but she cant try to be a "deep social commentary" when she cant let any of it be taken seriously.

4. WHAT. DID RACHEL JUST. COMPLETELY REWRITE THE ASCLEPIUS MYTH TO DRAG APOLLO??? I AM SCREECHING

5. Your discord must have a lot of anti-lo art, are there members with a tumblr account? If so, would you tell us?

From OP: There are a good number of people with tumblrs there but I’m not going to share any yet. The last time I shared accounts of people I was associated with or just enjoyed, they got harassed. I will ask if I could share some of their accounts though.

-----FP Spoilers/Mention-----

6. FP spoiler 189: How could you do my girl, Eris, so bad like that Smythe? Good lord her design is atrocious, and wouldn’t it be better if she was the daughter of Nyx and Erebus given her design? How tf did Zeus and Hera have a child with wings?? Eris, honey, I’m so sorry you’ve been done so dirty, you deserve better than being a bald version of Hera

7. FP spoiler Episode 189: Oof, I have a lot to say about Eris.

First of all: Why is her design so freaking ugly? She looks like an apple with some limbs and wings. This is such an uncreative way to hint at her mythos. (Get it? She has an apple-head because she used an apple to cause chaos once, isn't that clever???)

Second, why is she here??? Legit, why did we need to bring her into the story??? Why did we need yet another plot-twist??? How much longer are we going to drag this trial out???? What, is Kronos going to take the stand next???

Third of all, why exactly is everyone so intimidated by her? She doesn't seem that strong and the only thing she's done so far is glare at people and demand everyone say what she wants them to say like a spoiled brat. Hades says they're afraid she'll air out the gods' dirty laundry, but it looks like she's doing that right now, even when they try and appease her? If you're so scared of her running her mouth, why not gag her or something and lock her away in Tartarus? You did it to Kronos and he's a freaking titan, you cannot tell me locking this snot-nosed apple-bird up would be more difficult.

Fouthly, are we seriously gonna blame Eris for Persephone's AOW now? Rachel noooo, the AOW is the only thing that made this version of Persephone interesting, don't take it away from her and make it another woman's fault!

Side note: Demeter being allowed to go off on dirtbag Zeus and his brothers was the only good thing in this chapter. In fact, Demeter was the only good thing about this chapter. She deserves so much better.

From OP: So true, Demeter! Plus, imagine having the potential to be queen of the mortal realm but couldn’t because Hades wanted the volcanoes?

8. FP SPOILERS

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PLEASE SDKWJBWBSBZKWNWS CHAPTER 189 IS SO FUNNY ERIS LOOKS LIKE GOD-DAMNED CHICKEN I CRIED OUT LOUD WHEN I SAW HER HHSJWJQBWJQJQHHQ

Rachel never disappoints with her designs they're so hilarious

From OP: B A L D

9. Fp/ SERIOUSLY?! P just has to be perfect now even the aow is not her fault. Flawless uwu self insert. She owns nothing now, not even her body or feelings. Eris is much better fitted for dreadful queen. P has no agency on her own... She does nothing by herself of course she is queen perfect you can't have faults if you don't do bad abd you don't do bad things if you don't do anything at all....

From OP: No because this made me mad. I knew the feeling was going to be blamed but I didn’t expect a whole ass goddess to be behind it.

10. Fast Pass Mention //

.Oh wow turns out that Persephone is so perfect and special that she's been blessed with beauty twice and that's why she's so beautiful and every single male character loves her and wants her

From OP: That part made me cringe. Like bro, we get it. She’s beautiful. You don’t have to justify everyone simping for her by saying she got double blessed with beauty.

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

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noirbriar · 3 years ago

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FFXV AU: Fragments After Daybreak / To Heal The Sun

Here’s a world where everyone lives and has won against the Astrals (read: Bahamut) , changed their fates and are doing alright.

Everyone except Prompto that is. Who is now crumbling under the weight of the choices he had made in another life as another man, and the memories of the people he had left behind.

The aftermath of the battle has left Prompto with deeper wounds than superficial ones, but he’ll heal, one step at a time with everyone around him.

A small short for The Lion, the Coeurl and the Cub AU.

Now with a companion short!

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“I don’t get it.”

“What now, Regis.”

”How is it we were faced with the end of the world and quarrelsome gods, yet a fast food restaurant can still be standing perfectly?”

Cor and Clarus looks up from their paperwork to stare at their King, who is munching his fry in deep thought. The sight of a King and his inner court gathered at a Crow’s Nest booth seems ridiculous but it is what it is now. Sounds of the cashier giving out lunches to the workers and sizzling sound of burgers surrounds them. While voices from the booth behind them drifted over. Talcott and Ardyn are still in a heated debate of cactuars and chocobos. The Glaive and Guard next to them oddly silent.

“Do we really need to discuss capitalism now, your Majesty?” Cor answers flatly.

“Its just curious isn’t it?”

“What are you lot doing holed up here?” Cid approaches, nicking a fry off Regis’ tray.

“The Citadel is still unstable.Gotta make do with whatever space we find and tents we can spare till essential workers from Lestallum can get here. Its volunteers from Leide, Cleigne and thankfully, Galahd for now. Thanks for helping to get them into the City by the way old friend.” Clarus sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose tiredly.

Ardyn slurps his smoothie loudly from the booth behind them.

“Aye, its my Cindy doing most of it. And you brat, you look like shit.” Cid looks at Cor, who looked worse than he did after Operation Niflheim. The Marshal flips his papers loudly.

“Don’t antagonise him, Cid. Cor’s had to get stitches on his side, and Prompto’s still doing poorly.”

“Ah.That oughta explain it. Oh, here comes the other lad.” Cid makes way for a tired Nyx who dismisses the guards, giving a small salute to his superiors and gratefully takes the now warm lemonade from Cor, sipping slowly.

“What am I looking at now, Ulric?” Regis asks wryly.

“Everything from the throne room to the council hall down to the major foyers are trashed. Repairs will take…a long while according to Senior Advisor Scientia. All casualties are sent to our Leide stronghold by the hunters temporarily. Now that Weskham and Accordo has left, the folks from Niflheim and Tenebrae are looking to go back and do their own rebuilding too.”

The group sighs.

“Have you seen Prompto?” Cor turns and asks softly.

“His wounds are healing but he’ll be on bedrest for awhile. He was asleep, last I checked. Though Jared says not for very long each time.”

“What happened to the kid?” The old mechanic asks, swiping another fry from the annoyed King.

“PTSD. All the signs are there. Its…likely from the time loops and whatever he saw in the other timelines after his merge with Etro.” Cor throws down the report he has given up on, his husband’s hand on his shoulder trying to ground him.

“Gladio has mentioned him having panic attacks if he realises someone isn’t there with him. Especially His highness. Sometimes Lady Lunafreya or Scientia. He will need, time, I’m afraid.” Clarus tries to reason.

The group of men falls silent. Even the booth behind them.

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A sword through his beloved one. A dying oracle gasping her last breath. A sacrifice by a dear brother. A hundred more tragedies. All for naught. The rubble, the darkness swallowing him whole in that deep dark dungeon down the depths, so dark, so suffocating and all he hears are unspoken words from a young dead King staring at him lifelessly-

“Why?”

Prompto jumps up, screaming, gasping, clawing at his sheets and his skin.Everything is a blur and his ears are ringing-

“Prompto?”

Ignis approaches him quietly, holding some folders, watching the blond carefully. Jared hovering by the door worriedly before Ignis gestures him to leave. They were in one of the cleaner quarters acting as shelters on the less destroyed part of the Citadel. The only place they can secure for the royals to rest safely. Cor has commandeered one empty room for his son and no one dares protest, with the glaives scrounging up a mattress for Prompto. It was a small place, probably used to be a waiting room with decent wide windows.

“May I touch you?”

A trembling shaky nod and Ignis puts down his documents and settles down beside him, hugging Prompto closely, hoping to provide relief from whatever terrors their youngest have seen. Experienced. Lived. Ignis himself cannot fathom the grief and pain Prompto have been through over and over.

“I-I’m so sorry Iggy.I’m sorry-”

“Shh, whatever that has happened doesn’t matter now, Prompto. You are here, and we are all safe. I would rather say we are blessed. Thanks to you. Noct, the King, the Shield, the Princess. Even my uncle is alive and well. Darling, do not fear. We are here with you now.” Ignis pats his sweaty hair gently, “It will all be fine.”

Prompto doesn’t reply, and simply buries himself into his shoulder further quietly as the sun sets.

——

“Yo, scoot over.” Was all the notice a drowsy Prompto gets until he feels a body squeezing in next to his bed.

“Whua-OOF!Noct!Dude!”

“OH SHIT I’m sorry Prom! Fucking-Fuck I forgot about your shoulder! You okay?Is it bleeding?”

“Yup, nope, aaah, ok, just, let me move abit-“ and the chocobo shuffles aside to allow the wayward prince to lay beside him.The two huddling beneath the duvet in darkness.With only the moon hanging overhead filling the room in pale light.

“Hey.”

A comfortable silence. They have always shared sleeping arrangements since high school.Now it just seems second nature especially after their wild road trip.The two young men content to just lay quietly in the other’s company.Just as Prompto’s eyes began to droop again, he feels Noctis’ cold hands touching, caressing his cheek.

Cold.Dead.Lifeless-

“Prom?Prompto?Hey, hey its okay.”

Oh.He’s crying.

“I’m-I’m sorry I don’t know-I shouldn’t have, Oh fuck I fucked up Noct. After you died it-“

“Look at me, Prom?Prom?Please.”Noctis is at a loss as he tugs Prompto close. His friend was inconsolable because of him, or at least the him that was meant to die because of some damn prophecy and killing everyone else around him as well.The prince can only hold onto his friend tightly, allowing his heaving sobs to leave him.

“Prom.Listen.I don’t know what else had happened.All the shit you have seen and felt.But hear me out.”Noctis starts slowly once he feels that the blond is calmer.”I don’t care about being some stupid King of Light and whatever stupid nonsense.I don’t care about whatever legacy and destiny. All I know is that you saved all of us.We are all alive.Whatever you did, you did it and I’m- I’m glad.I’m thankful this is it.You gave us a new future Prom.You see?”

“…I also nearly failed and fucked it all up.”Prompto mumbles into his shoulder.

“But you didn’t and thats all I care.”Noctis huffs, rubbing Prompto’s wounded wrist gently, where the Mark of Etro once sat beneath the illusion of his barcode. ”You were so brave,I’m so sorry you had to go through all this shit because of me.Because of us.Thank you Prom.”

The prince brings the wrist to his lips, careful to not hurt his dearest friend. He has already been through too much.

“And I can be sure, all the other me in all those worlds, they feel the same too.”

The dam breaks, and Prompto lets out a mournful cry, with his friend and the moon watching over him.

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Sometimes, the dreams are just too much and Prompto can’t go back to sleep. He rather stay up and stress play King’s Knight until he gets fed up. Before throwing his phone aside and wandering out. After he had grumbled to his dads that he feels restless behind 4 walls and he doesn’t want to be a bother to Jared, they agreed to let him be now that his medication seems to work better. His injuries are still not doing good however, but he just feels so cooped up that he was going insane.

Prompto really shouldn’t wander around alone with his crappy shoulder, but also knows there’s a glaive watching him. Must be a new glaive because he can see them crouching on their spot on the roof.

Walking around the Citadel ruins brings back memories from another time of another person, a dozen few other him that isn’t him, ones that he want to forget.Yet he can’t.He won’t.

Its frustrating that he’s stuck in a limbo, he knows he should move on but, how?

“Pretty chilly tonight, isn’t it?” Urgh.Why.

“Go the fuck away, Ardyn. Don’t you need sleep now? Being un-undeaded and all.” Prompto sighs tiredly, leaning against a broken statue of some ruler that he can’t tell which. He doesn’t want to deal with anyone tonight really.

“I suppose. But sleep often eludes me on most nights, so does it matter? Its so quiet without the daemons now its-Well I dare say I still need time to adjust.” The ancient king shrugs, content to be extra.

Prompto breathes, trying to keep it together, until he gives in.

“…Is it hard?”

“Being regretful? Oh,yes and no. I dare say I have stopped thinking of all the what ifs at a certain point. I know will die eventually, revenge or not. As Etro had said, all will eventually meet their end. Though I had certainly not expect to be given a choice instead. From taking in the starscourge and saving the common folk, to being a villain you have seen. I accepted that those were the choices I had made for the better or for the worse.” Ardyn gestures in his usual flare. “For example, like that nasty cut on your shoulder. Apologies for it nearly hacking you into two but I do not apologise that it served its purpose.”

“…Fair enough.”

“You are here in this point, I would say you should look forward at least in the present.It seems exciting. Also, give the people around you some credit. Do not make daemons out of nothing~ ” And with that Ardyn leaves.

Prompto stares at his broken wrist in deep thought till daybreak.

——-

Prompto used to love mornings, mornings means comfort, safety and family. He rises early to run down the boulevard, share a meal together with his dads, spend time with his friends before their hectic schedule takes them away. Warm coffee and eggs at dawn when camping out at Havens. It was peace.

Now looking daybreak just makes him feel melancholic. Prompto turns away from the sun climbing higher and faces the sleeping prince who has made his spot digging into his good side. Gladio against his back and arm on him like a weight blanket, while Iggy is curled in over his lap.

Noctis has taken to sleeping beside him, insisting that they barely have enough rooms so they will share.Then Gladio, and then Iggy. So now the four of them are all piled onto one dingy mattress every night. But Prompto thinks they are all pretty shit at lying. The rebuilding also takes all of them away and busy someplace else more often than not so the bed sharing was rare in itself.

Let haters say whatever they want but Noct has always placed the people first and foremost. He knows Insomnia needs to be rebuilt urgently and will do all he can to assist. Prompto knows and loves that about Noct, about Gladio and Ignis because they are so selfless even in the face of duty.That they always care and love deeply.

Well, at least, until-

“Your Highness.You are suppose to be meeting his Majesty. Now release my son.”

Noctis’ eyes suddenly flies open, slowly turning his head over his shoulder. Gladio shoots up at attention and Ignis gets pushed off roughly with an undignified noise.The Prince turns his head slowly to find one unimpressed Marshal and a smirking Captain.

“…Um.Hi Cor, Nyx, um.”

Cor narrows his eyes.

”Yeah,this,well… ah fine.” Noctis crawls out slowly,and he slides out of the room. Followed by a sheepish Gladio and a polite Iggy excusing themselves as he closes the door behind them. Now that? That display was just utterly sad.10/10 lame. But it made Prompto crack a smile and Cor looks pleased with that, ruffling the bird nest on his son’s head while handing him a box of fresh sandwiches,”morning.”

“There’s no meeting with the King.”

“No, there wasn’t. But there is one now.”

“Heya kiddo, how you feeling?” Nyx sits down while Cor proceeds to inspects the wounds. Still healing but still rather grim. Now without potions or magic they have only painkillers and even with those, the wounds sting like hell.

“Less shit. But still shit.” Prompto dangles his floppy injured wrist weakly and chewing his breakfast sleepily.”I feel useless lying around. Hows the rebuilding?”

“Meh. Boring stuff. Don’t worry you lil fluffy head about it.You deserve a break.” Nyx smiles.”Would you like for me to comb your braids?”

“Will be grateful for your care.” Prompto replies in reflex in his father’s language. Galahdian braids are only done by family and close ones or elders apart from themselves.To have them done for you is an act of kindness and love. Prompto lets Nyx comb and re-braid them in his little bead as he sings a galahdian hymn. It will be awhile till his hair gets longer for him to have more.

Cor sits and watches his family partake in their morning ritual. The routine calms Prompto and he thinks for a moment that maybe he still love mornings if he still has this. If he can have this. Please.

The sun still feels warm.

——-

“Hello sunshine- Whoa, what is THAT?” Gladio stares at the bowl of blob Prompto is idly stirring.

“Lunch?”

“That can’t be edible.”

“Stew?…Or soup? I think? Said was good for my injury. ” Prompto watches the spoonful plops back into his bowl with obvious disgust,”Ew.”

“Thats shit, not soup. The medics feed you that? Nooo,no no no don’t eat that, Iggy will flip if he sees it.” Gladio quickly pulls the flan-like poison away and drops it somewhere. Before he huddles close, pulling out his bag and offers him-

“Prawn or meat?” He gestures to the cup noodles.”Or both? Both is good.”

For the first time, Prompto laughs brightly and without restraint.

_____

“Prompto!”

The squeak Prompto made was like a startled chick looking up from his phone but Luna paid no mind and she enters his room with fanfare. A bouncing Iris trailing behind humming.

“Hiya Luna, um, didn’t you guys have like a bunch of meeting things all day?”

“They ended for now, but I just would like to ask-“

”Luna, Luna, no!” Noctis rushes in from behind trying to stop the soon-to-be Queen from…whatever she was doing.

“Oh don’t be silly, Noctis.”Luna loops around the indignant prince and makes herself comfortable by Prompto, ignoring the sputtering young man.” Prompto! I actually came to ask, how would you like to follow me back to Tenebrae?”

“Huh? Wait, what?”

“Luna, I told you, we can’t leave Insomnia.”

“Precisely. Tenebrae has better facilities and medical at this point to care for Prom.You know it, Noct. The king and the rest seem to agree too. You are just being overly protective.”Luna counters gently, but the steel behind her words evident.”I will be there Noct. Everyone is busy with the rebuilding, if anything Prom will recover better in a place that isn’t rubble and dust. Besides, I am sure Prompto can decide for himself.”

The two young royals turn to face Prompto who feels very out of place in between. His anxiety is kicking in at a bad time but he stamps it down violently.To be fair, Luna has a point and Prompto knows he is more of a burden here being unable to help and causing the others worry.Yet he is afraid of leaving the safety of his family and friends behind, but he’s so useless oh snap he’s overthinking and-

“Prom? Prompto. Shh, look at me.Its alright if you can’t decide now. Iris, Talcott and Jared will be joining us if you are worrying about coming alone. Tenebrae will be busy but we have less to rebuild and more to expand due to our…restricted infrastructure. If you don’t mind, you can come help me? See my kingdom together! I would love the company.” Luna holds Prompto hands gently, helping him stay grounded. Noctis behind him rubbing his back carefully, trying to calm him.

Maybe, maybe he should get away. Just for awhile.

“Okay.”

——

Tenebrae is beautiful. From Fenestala Manor to the Fields of Sylleblossoms. The people kind and gentle much like their ruler. Even without much damage, there was plenty to do and fix in Tenebrae. The cool mornings and colder nights a great contrast to Lucis. Though Prompto welcomes the change. He finds it particularly refreshing when he accompanies Luna on her routine and simply giving input.

After all, a commoner’s viewpoint is always different from royalty. From basic connectivity to economy. As a new ruler, Luna is appreciative of the insights. Prompto also learns about the workings of representatives and council which he realises, are very different from the stuffy Lucian court. Luna’s ascension has yet to be set in stone but the Nox Fleuret must still do their duty as the region’s rulers regardless.

That includes peace negotiations and terms of surrender from Niflheim to the High Court of Tenebrae. With their military stripped and scrapped of everything, Lucis has assigned the Kingsglaive to keep the country under surveillance and control, including the people who remained in their crumbling government. As Altissia and Tenebrae had been under Imperial rule, Niflheim needs to have peace negotiations with them first.

Prompto finds himself simply wandering around Fenestala Manor aimlessly. Iris and Talcott have followed Jared into town to run errands earlier while he was asleep.He studies the paintings that lines the corridor until he sees a child gazing at the painting of the Astrals, with two Kingsglaive in a distance, keeping watch.The surprising part was that Prompto sees that she is Niflheimian dressed like a noble. He thinks she looks familiar but he can’t tell or remember exactly who she is in the timelines now he lost his ability to see. He gives a small nod to the glaives who greets him in return. The girl notices him.

“Um, Hello?” Prompto tries with his weak grasp of Niflheimese from his time with Niflheimian refugees.

The girl’s gaze makes him uncomfortable.

“Are you one of ours?”

“Ah, no, I’m from Lucis. I am here as Lady Lunafreya’s guest.”That seems to satisfy the girl.”What’s your name?”

“Solara. Solara Aldercapt Antiquum.” Oh! This must be Aldercapt’s granddaughter. Shoot. Prompto now feels really out of his element. How do you actually go about facing the granddaughter of a mad emperor you ( or rather the goddess you once harboured in you ) had killed?

“I am Prompto Leonis.”

Now that made Solara jump,”Its you! The one who walked with the pretty lights! I saw you with them, before we got caught by Lucis, I heard your name from the Lucian guards and that you have the powers a Goddess!”

“Solara, um I’m really sorry.” Deep breaths,”I had to destroy your home.”

“Why?” She tilts her head curiously.

“…Are you not angry? I had hurt your people.” Prompto is now very confused by the child. Although Solara finally seem to understand his words.

“Niflheim was ill.Long before this, for very long.I think.My home has been in the cold and sickness since I can remember. Everyone is suffering.The emperor, my grandfather, was already dying, you know? Then the daemons came for us. When we saw the dancing lights, it was like, we are finally free. And when your people came and destroyed the cage Niflheim is in,I think I felt, relief,” Solara looks down quietly.”Does that make me…bad? I am the Princess and yet I am happy for my country to be free from the pain.”

Prompto has no answers for the last of the Aldercapt family.

“But, thank you.Truly.” Solara finally adds,”I am free.” And she quietly holds Prompto’s hand.

In that quiet hallway, two lost souls from the depths of a cold dark place found solace.

——

Despite the loss of his powers, Prompto still feels the undercurrent of sorrow deep in the lands even without Etro in him. In all the universes he remembers, the land is full of grief and loss. But he doesn’t dare tell Luna. She does not need to know more pain. Never again. Tenebrae will know no more of sadness and grief.

“Farseer.” Prompto jumps and he sees the Tenebraen Prince approaching from behind. Ravus has always kept his distance whenever they have met. Safe to say, Prompto is uncomfortable but he hides it well, ignoring the use of his supposedly old title for an old role. Which not many know unless they are Galahdians or participated in the Battle for Eos themselves.

“Prince Ravus.”

Here in the middle of the gardens amongst the dancing blooms, the winds blow as silence falls between both.

“I wish to consult you, on something of a rather personal level.” Ravus begins.

“Of, what..?”

“Did…Did the fields remain in all you had seen?” The prince asks,”Or are they lost as she fell?”

Prompto instantly knows he is referring to the Otherworlds. With a short hesitation, he chooses to reply in honesty,”t-they were gone.Everything.I’m sorry-”

“No.No, you shouldn’t.” Ravus cuts in sharply.”It meant that you succeeded in making this our reality. For that I am grateful.”

The prince then turns and leaves as swiftly as he had arrived, leaving the sharpshooter behind amongst the drifting sylleblossoms. His cryptic answer leaves Prompto with a strange sort of peace.

——

On the day of Prompto’s departure, Noctis, Gladio and Ignis came accompanied by Cor. Luna is reluctant to bid her friend farewell. She hugs him and tells him to visit soon once her ascension date is set. The Lucians promises of their attendance. Right before Prompto leaves, Ravus walks up to the departing crew.

“Lord Leonis.”

It took Prompto an awkward minute before he realised Ravus is referring to him and not his dad, who simply gave Ravus a deadpan stare. Ravus stretches out his hand in gesture, and Prompto innocently takes it in handshake. Until the prince pulls him in an embrace, while Noctis is seething in the back, a loss for words in anger like a flopping fish. Iris laughs loudly, Ignis is confused and Gladio looks like he’s dying, until Ravus lets go, looking pleased.

“The doors of Fenestala Manor will always be open to you, Prompto Leonis. Do not be a stranger, you will always be welcome in Tenebrae as a honoured guest. ”

“T-thank you..?” Prompto chokes out at long last, in a daze until they hit the road, with Noctis bitching all the way about ‘Ravus’ fucking audacity’. The blond simply lets him and wisely choosing to make himself comfortable against Gladio who pats his back the way he likes. This will take a long while.

Ah. He missed them.

——

When he returns to Insomnia, the wall is there but without its barriers. The city is whole again and the Citadel stands beautifully, grander than he remembers.

He’s home.

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hopelesshawks · 4 years ago

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Love and Admiration Part 34- Vulnerable

18+ Bakugo x fem!pro hero reader

Summary: (Y/n) has known Bakugo since middle school, admired him since high school, and had a crush on him since the first time they met. Even now, a top pro hero in her own right, she can’t shake her school girl crush. Too bad Bakugo literally has no idea she exists. Well that’s not entirely true… He does know pro hero Mercury exists, but (y/l/n) (y/n)? Never heard of her.

Note: there’s a written part after the third screenshot so careful not to accidentally skip past it if you click into the photos to read the texts

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You wake up slowly to the sound of your phone pinging incessantly and it takes a moment to realize why there’s another warm body beneath you. As memories of the previous night trickle in so too does a combination of hopeful excitement and dread. Bakugo Katsuki loves you, of this you can now be sure. But the uncertainty lies in whether he can forgive you for breaking his heart. Sure, he’d seemed accepting the previous night but it’s one thing to accept late at night in the heat of the moment with your lips on his, and another entirely to accept it under the harsh light of day with a clearer head. You’re brought out of your thoughts when Bakugo’s arm around you tightens in a quick squeeze. “Stop overthinking idiot,” Katsuki grumbles, voice still rough with sleep. You shift slightly so you can look at him properly before replying “How do you know I’m overthinking?” “Can just tell. Relax,” he assures you. “Ok,” you sigh, releasing with it some of the tension from your body. You notice your phone is still pinging so you reach over and grab it off the nightstand. Bakugo scowls at it, taking it from your grip and flicking it on silent before tossing it back to the nightstand before you can even check the notifications. “Uhh is there a particular reason you won’t let me look at my phone?” you asked with a raised eyebrow. “It’s just our dumbass friends. Ignore them for now,” he huffs before rolling you both over so you’re pinned beneath him and unable to reach for your phone again. “Katsuki you’re heavy,” you whine, feebly pushing at his shoulder until he shifts so his weight is better distributed on top of you. You expect him to fire some reply back and when he doesn’t you look down at where his head is now lying on your shoulder to find him staring up at you. “What?” you ask, suddenly self conscious as his gaze traces over your face. “I missed hearing you call me by my first name,” he admits quietly, your heart breaking at the words. “I’m so so-“ you start to say but Katsuki covers your mouth with his hand. “You said that already dumbass,” he tells you before getting out of the bed and pulling back on his shirt and boxers.

You watch Bakugo curiously as he digs through your drawers in search of something. Once he finds it he tosses it to you on the bed. As you unfold it you realize it’s the Dynamight hoodie you’d bought alongside the Mercury one for Katsuki. “Get dressed and meet me in the kitchen,” is the closest you get to an explanation as Katsuki leaves the room. You pull the hoodie on then go to your drawers to find underwear and a pair of pajama shorts to throw on. By the time you meet Katsuki in the kitchen he’s pouring two cups of tea and setting them down at your kitchen island so you go to take a seat there and wait for him to come sit next to you. It’s quiet for a moment as you both try to think where to start. “Look I don’t need or want another fucking apology from you got it? I wasn’t entirely blameless or whatever so,” Bakugo starts stiffly. He’s uncomfortable, you can tell. Emotional conversations have never really been his thing, at least not without a heavy dose of violence to simultaneously use as an outlet. It’s just further proof of how important getting this right must be to him. “I just need to know why,” he finally admits although he’s staring resolutely into his mug of tea instead of looking you in the eye. You nod, gathering your thoughts for a moment so you can be sure to get this right. He deserves that much. You both do.

“I’ve had a crush on you since middle school.”

Bakugo’s head snaps to look at you in disbelief so quickly you’re genuinely shocked he didn’t give himself whiplash. “Eh!? Why??” he asks. “I don’t know! You always seemed so cool and you were so determined to get into UA and I am not going to rationalize middle school (y/n)’s feelings ok?? You were a fucking gremlin but you were a gremlin I happened to like a lot,” you huff, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. “Whatever brat, just finish your fucking explanation,” he scoffs but the tips of his ears and his cheeks have gone pink. “Yea well, you matured a lot in high school so the crush didn’t go away. If anything it got worse but you didn’t really know who I was so that was kinda it y’know? It just became this thing that sat in the back of my head that I ignored,” you explain. “What about that stupid extra you dated?” Bakugo asks, his grip around his mug tightening slightly. “I liked Shindo a lot. Even loved him for a bit but I don’t think he really made the crush go away, just made it ignorable y’know? My crush on you was still right there waiting after he and I broke up. At the party two weeks ago he even told me that the reason he cheated was because he was paranoid I’d leave him for you,” you admit. “That’s not a fucking excuse,” Katsuki practically growls. “I know.” “Good.”

You pause to take a sip from your tea as you continue sorting your thoughts. It’s embarrassing to admit how long you’ve been hung up on Bakugo, especially considering he had no idea who you were even if he loves you now. Even still, you resist that small, self-protective instinct that wants you to shy away. It’s what got you in this situation in the first place after all. You and Katsuki will only work if you can be vulnerable with each other. “But yea, anyway, uhm all that to say I’ve been kinda hung up on you for a really long time but it was always from a distance y’know? Until suddenly it wasn’t and we were hanging out and having sex and you made it very clear that you don’t date and I thought I was fine with that because whatever we were doing was already so much more than I ever thought I’d have with you, especially once I realized you didn’t remember me, but then Shindo kissed me,” you sigh. Katsuki tenses up beside you. “I remember. Thought you were gonna go crawling back to that idiot,” he growls. “I was,” you admit, and once again you worry Katsuki’s going to give himself whiplash with how quickly he turns his head to you. “What? After everything he did to you, why-“ “Relax ok? I couldn’t do it, even though at the time I kind of wanted to.” “Why couldn’t you?” “Because of you.”

The words hang heavy in the air as Bakugo’s eyes scan over your face searching for any indication that you’re lying or embellishing the truth. “Then why did you start avoiding me after that night?” he finally asks and you give a wry smile. “Because I’m an idiot? Kissing Shindo made me realize that the crush I’d been harboring for you for years had changed. It wasn’t just a stupid crush on the idea of you anymore, I was in love with you. I am in love with you. But I thought there was no way you’d ever want anything more than what we were doing and I couldn’t just be your fuckbuddy if I was in love with you, so I distanced myself to try and give myself time to get over you before we could continue our friendship,” you elaborate. “You should’ve just talked to me.” “I know.” “If you had I would’ve told you I’ve admired you since I first saw you fight as a pro a couple years ago,” Bakugo reveals and you can’t help but gape at him. “A couple years?” you ask incredulously. “Yea well, whatever don’t make a big deal out of it I just saw you on a bust or whatever and you fight really well so even if you weren’t the highest ranked or whatever I respected you. Then when I started seeing you around more this year I knew you’d end up top ten. Obviously,” he scoffs, his cheeks blushing an even brighter red at the admission. “I had no idea,” you say in wonder. “That’s obvious.�� “Don’t ruin the moment.” “Whatever, can I finish what I was trying to fuckin say now?” “Ok, ok go for it.”

Bakugo rolls his eyes so hard you’re surprised they don’t fall out as he huffs. “Look I’m... I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love with you since that first time in the alley, it just took you kissing that stupid, shitty extra for me to realize it. So if you’re done being a fucking idiot, I’d like it if you could be my girl,” he confesses and despite his gruff tone you can hear the hope and vulnerability in his voice. “I’d like that too,” you smile, voice soft and warm with affection. “Then c’mere,” Katsuki tells you before tugging you close to him until you’re sitting in his lap, legs straddling his waist. “I love you,” you tell him, voice filled with sincerity and joy at finally having him the way you’ve dreamed and fantasized about for years. “I love you too Princess,” he promises before pulling you into the sweetest kiss.

A/N: I wasn’t 100% sure where I wanted their talk to go I just knew that they needed to talk out exactly what happened instead of just confessing, sleeping with each other, and moving on but it felt only right they both should reveal just how long they’ve had their eyes on each other. Just a couple parts left guys ❤️

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#hopelessla #bakugo smau #bakugo x fem!reader #bakugo x y/n #bakugo katsuki

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a-world-in-grey · 4 years ago

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Discarded Scene from Sola/Blood of My Blood

@secret-engima here's the bit I had written up with the Chocobros surprising Sola with their own braids and tartans. Figured I'd share it even though it got cut. (Please excuse the Clans the Chocobros are in, I didn't bother to go back and edit it.)

This is at the beginning of part 3, directly following part 2

When she sees the Galahdian tartans at the far end of the hall, Sola's first thought is to wonder if Captain and Uncle Cor decided to sneak a few more glaives into the gala disguised as guests.

But then she realizes that, like her, the men are only wearing the tartans thrown over the shoulder and secured at the left breast by a brooch. No matching kilts like her Retinue is wearing, and as they near, Sola can see that the Altius and Khara are wearing the replacement braids made of brightly colored silk in their Clan colors. Sola hasn't heard of any sparring accidents lately…

The tall Ostium shifts, and there's a flash of black and purple from the fourth figure. Sola glance at the identical tartan Nyx is wearing right in front of her.

It shouldn't be possible. Nyx has been the only Ulric for over a decade now, the Ostiums looked for any other survivors of their sister Clan.

But Nyx hasn't stiffened in surprise or anger, hasn't dashed forward to interrogate the man who dares wear his Clan's tartan. So Nyx knows… him…

It's only Libertus' hold on her arm that keeps Sola from stopping dead in the hallway. He keeps her moving, even as Sola's mind goes blank and her mouth tries its best to emulate one of Noctis' fish.

That's… That's her little brother wearing the Ulric tartan. With an Ulric Clan braid and a Hero braid.

Gladio - Ostium tartan and braids, beads of tanzanite and the green onyx only worn by those with an Ulric to cluck after - snickers. "I'd say it worked, Noct."

"Indeed." Ignis muses, grey and orange silk cleverly pinned to his short - not as short as normal - hair. "A resounding success."

Prompto laces his hands behind his neck, careful not to catch purple and yellow silk braid at the nape. "Couldn't have done it without you guys though."

Sola turns wide eyes on her Retinue.

Luche points at Nyx. "He started it." He says dryly.

"Actually, it was His Highness' idea." Nyx says with a shrug. He grins down at Noctis. "I just helped a bit."

"I- When?" Sola manages to ask. "How?"

Why?

Sola thought Noctis uninterested. He had knowledge of the culture, of the language, but he never showed any indication that he wanted to join the culture himself. So Sola had bit her tongue and swallowed back the offer to braid Noctis and Dionysus.

What changed?

Noctis meets her gaze with knowing eyes. "You don't deserve to be alone in your own home."

That… Astrals curse her hormones to Ifrit's Pyre, she is not going to cry. Sola sniffs. "You brat. I can't even hug you or Penny will murder me."

Noctis' lips twitch into a small smile. "Later?"

"I will hunt you down if I have to."

Prompto surges forward, camera dropping into his hands from the Armiger. "Ooh, picture first!"

Noctis laughs, and that settles it. Prompto arranges everyone, hands the camera off to one of the servants at the door, then jumps into place so the servant can snap a few photos. Once Prompto's checked the photos and flicked his camera back into the armiger, everyone prepares to enter the banquet hall - slightly late, but Sola can't bring herself to care.

She catches Noctis' hands before he can nod for the servants to open the doors. "I'm proud of you, you know that? No matter what happens."

Noctis' face softens. "I know. And I'm proud of you too."

Sola lets his hand go, and watches as Noctis steps out to the top of the stairs and into the public eye.

Carefully, so her voice doesn't carry into the banquet hall as the usher announces Noctis and the others, Sola mutters, "All of you are assholes."

They knew about this! And didn't tell her!

Tredd grins. "You love us."

"I can still take your kneecaps like this."

"That's not a no!"

Libertus presses a kiss to her knuckles. "His Highness asked." He murmurs. "Wanted ta keep it a surprise."

Well… if Noctis asked. And only because she's so damn happy.

"Our turn." Luche says, and they step forward.

#ffxv #Shadow of Heaven's Light #fusion #Blood of My Blood verse #Sola Lucis Caelum #Libertus Ostium #Nyx Ulric #Tredd Furia #Luche Lazarus #Axis Arra #Noctis Lucis Caelum #Gladiolus Amicitia #Ignis Scientia #Prompto Argentum

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emilia3546 · 4 years ago

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Shadowsinger Part 21 - Gwynriel

ACOSF Spoilers! Do Not read this unless you have finished ACOSF and the Azriel bonus chapter*

Masterlist with all previous chapters

*****

Gwyn shuffled on her feet, readjusting her skirt, and silently cursed it for being in the way, she could still fight, but not as well as usual, and she'd lose precious seconds reaching for the dagger sheathed at her thigh. Azriel stood beside her, his shadows nowhere to be seen, either spread out around them to be unnoticeable, or hidden in the cloak around Gwyn's shoulders, her protests that she didn't need them having fallen on deaf ears.

"You okay?" He murmured, and she nodded,

"Just a bit nervous, I'll be alright once this first contact is over," because she could still fall at the first hurdle, Evanna had warned them that they would be scrutinized before being allowed in, even if they claimed to support the Illyrian rebellion. She stifled a smile when Azriel squeezed her fingers, their joined hands hidden beneath her cloak, but it was still a risk, they weren't supposed to be in love, she was supposed to be what the Illyrian would expect of a traditional warrior's wife, and a traditional warrior would never display affection so casually, possession yes, but not affection. If he were in love with his wife, which was rare, he'd still only display affection in private, just to maintain his image, it was one of the more ridiculous customs, Gwyn never thought more of someone than when they allowed others to see their heart. The palace doors opened and Gwyn squeezed Azriel's hand back before letting go and reluctantly dropping her gaze to the floor.

"Gavin was it, of the Skybreath Illyrian camp?" A rather young-looking man shouted from the open door,

"Indeed," Azriel replied, not shouting, but clearly making himself heard, "And my wife, Amirah," Gwyn suppressed a smile at the sound of the name that Azriel's mother had chosen, what she would have named him had he been a girl.

"We have no records of others from your supposed camp," the man's tone was low, dangerous,

"That's probably because they're all pathetic cowards who fear the repercussions of standing up for our people, ask anyone you want, I can wait, I've waited long enough for this chance, don't be the reason I lose it," Azriel matched the man's tone, but without shouting, he sounded altogether more dangerous, and Gwyn almost looked up at the feel of the man's gaze on her, fighting to keep her eyes lowered, her attention on observing the guards, the way their protocols were carried out.

"Fine. If we find out that you're lying, you're dead,"

"Good luck with that," Azriel's hand warmed her lower back, "Come on, I'll see who's made it here, then I want to find a bedchamber readied for us," Gwyn forced herself to start forwards, her bones screaming out at her for pretending to be afraid of him when she nodded, but stayed beside him when a guard moved towards them, pressing into his side at the first attempt to grab at her, "What?" Gwyn kept her frightened gaze on the guard, "Get your filthy hands off my wife," he snarled, an arm wrapping around her waist, reassuring for Gwyn, she was doing well, but to anyone else it was a display of possessiveness at a threat. "She stays with me until we reach our bedchamber, I like to know where she is, who she's with." He didn't even bother to veil the threat in his eyes when Gwyn looked up, keeping the guise of fear as she pressed against him, shying away from the guards, and allowed her gaze to dart around, marking who they were, how many of them there were, where they were posted, how alert they were. She ducked her head, following Azriel as they were led through the palace. It was just as they'd expected, with no-one taking notice of Gwyn, except to occasionally ask Azriel who she was, and then to ignore her and speak only to him, allowing her to memorize the palace, its routes, its staff, all while pretending to be quiet and unassuming.

She didn't want to watch Azriel walk away once they'd reached an empty bedchamber, didn't want to see him walking towards the enemy, all it took was one Illyrian who was high enough rank to have seen him, all it took was one recognition, and they'd try and kill him. Still, she couldn't tear her gaze away, only just remembering to make it appear that she was scared for herself, and wanted his protection, not that she was worried for him. Once he'd vanished from sight, Gwyn shot one more frightened look at the guards in the corridor and bolted herself inside the room.

Right, she did have to get the room set up, no-one was coming to do that for her, but that would take maximum half an hour, it wasn't like they exactly had luggage to unload, and then, it was a little after midday now, she'd have a few hours before dinner could be expected. Still, she was stuck in this room for now at least, she could make the most of it.

The notebook tucked into her gown wasn't big enough for every detail, not if she wanted it to last long enough, but she noted down all she'd picked up on guard movements, positions, who was alert, who was bored. It wasn't enough, she'd make a point to have Azriel find some other females to 'keep her from boredom' who she could help with palace tasks, laundry, cleaning, the Illyrians made their females do the chores at home, why not here? She'd be all over the palace that way, easily able to pick up information, it'd hopefully make their stay shorter, hopefully help with preventing a full-on civil war.

*****

Azriel couldn't dare glance over his shoulder to Gwyn, where she was undoubtedly waiting by the door to their bedchamber, even with every part of him screaming not to leave her with those people, to go back to her. He listened to what the male beside him was saying, he'd seen him before at Ironcrest, from a distance, and he was probably the highest-ranking males here, being involved in training and organisation of Ironcrest's warriors, he could be a headache later.

"Where did you find her?"

"Find who?"

"That pretty little wife of yours, I must say you're a lucky male with that one, I'd love to know what she'd feel like on my-" the male didn't get a chance to finish his sentence, breaking off with a choked gasp as Azriel slammed him against the wall, a hand curling around his throat, pure death shining in his eyes. "Whoa, calm down, I'm sorry, I wasn't gonna do anything,"

"I sure as fuck hope not," Azriel snarled, still not releasing him, fighting the urge to end him then and there, unable to shake the image of the last male who'd thought such things about Gwyn. "Touch her and it'll be last thing you ever do," the smaller male paled at the threat,

"I swear, I won't, I was saying she's beautiful," she was beautiful, but the way he'd said it, it wasn't a compliment, if Azriel hadn't reacted, maybe he would have tried something, gods, maybe someone else would. He wasn't supposed to care to like that,

"She's mine, understand?" He added, covering his tracks, the reaction was supposed to just be possessiveness, not him actually caring for her wellbeing, he wasn't supposed to be worried about that.

"Yeah, I got it," the other male was still panting when Azriel released him, "Sorry, dude, I didn't mean it like that,"

"Yes, you did, but I'm a merciful male, if you never speak of her like that again, I'll let it slide, she is beautiful, but she's mine." The male nodded,

"Noted," and took a deep breath before continuing to explain the set-up, "You're the only one from Skybreath, bunch of cowards, so we'll probably attach you to another camp, for numbers' sake, those bastards do have the advantage in that department, and they have the High Lord, and 'High Lady'," he snorted at the mention of Feyre, "But we can trust the humans to help with that,"

"How? They're fucking powerful,"

"Yeah, but they're just as susceptible to ash and faebane as the rest of us, I'd wager that they're not still taking that damned antidote. Then again, the higher-ups think we could simply kidnap their son and use him to get them to give in, but I'd like a good fight anyway, and y'know someone might end up just killing the brat, then we'd be in deep shit." Oh yes, if they harmed one hair on Nyx's head, Rhys alone was likely to simply mist the entirety of their armies before any battle, and that was if he were safety returned, at the latest, the day after he was taken, if it were longer, or if Nyx were harmed, there would be no safe place in this world for those responsible.

"Probably a bad idea that," Azriel mused,

"I'd reckon you're right, the bleeding hearts want to regain our loyalty, they'll just try and obliterate us if we hurt the boy," Azriel grunted in agreement, dropping the conversation when they turned a corner, the corridor opening into a wide chamber, filled with brawling Illyrians, a temporary training ring, not bad. He ran his gaze across the crowd, there was no-one likely to recognize him, but he still wouldn't draw attention to himself, even if wearing two siphons might do just that, but he couldn't risk it with only one, not with Gwyn here as well. He nodded a quick greeting to anyone who bothered to acknowledge him, his mind still racing. He'd have to find a way to make sure that Gwyn wasn't ever left completely on her own, if just one other male had a similar thought to the one beside him, and if he wasn't there, if she couldn't get her dagger drawn in time, he didn't want to finish that thought.

The Illyrians were well organised, not to the same degree as the loyal armies back home, but they could present a threat, especially if it was true that they were to be armed with ash and faebane. The leaders eventually decided to attach 'Gavin' to one of the smaller camps, where he'd be able to adjust more easily, where, Azriel noted with a hint of satisfaction, it would be easy to gain their trust. He made his way across the room to where his new 'comrades' were taking a break,

"Hey look, looks like they've given us the latecomer," Azriel's attention snapped to the male who'd spoken, dark hair cropped close to his skull, blue eyes, that was rare for an Illyrian, he smiled and offered his hand, "Nathan," Azriel took the proffered hand,

"Gavin, from Skybreath,"

"Oh, I was wondering if anyone would bother coming from Skybreath," Nathan chuckled, "Braver than the rest then?"

"Or more stupid," Azriel chuckled, "I've been waiting a long time for this,"

"As have we all, brother," Azriel resisted the urge to snap at him not to call him that, but forced himself to smile, to join in the conversation, and to not beat the shit out of all of them when they reclaimed a spot in the training ring. "How the fuck did you get your hands on a second siphon?" Nathan's observational skills left much to be desired, but it was wishful thinking to hope that he wouldn't notice at all, especially when Azriel had just pinned him to the mats.

"I needed it,"

"Fuck. We got a powerful one here, boys," chuckles surrounded them, and Nathan rolled his eyes as one of the others drawled,

"We know, idiot! That's why you're the only one stupid enough to fight him," another male laughed,

"He's probably some high born lord, or something,"

"Are you?" Nathan's eyes were shining with curiosity, something fairly rare for Illyrians, but he did seem young, untested, perhaps he had no idea what he was getting into, but Azriel had learned the hard way not to bother with the benefit of the doubt,

"Not really, my mother died a while back, and my father was your bog-standard warrior, nothing special really, he got killed in a border dispute a few decades ago, guess I just got lucky, the Mother likes me maybe," he shrugged, "It certainly helped on the way over here, since no one else came with us, it was just me and my wife, and she's not much help with fighting, y'know," chuckled from everyone, including Nathan,

"She clipped?"

"Who do you think I am? Of course," Azriel's temper flared up again at the approving nods from around him, only Nathan looked uncomfortable,

"You did it?"

"What? No, when she was young, like everyone else, but it did mean that I had to carry her here, which was a pain,"

"Still, bet you found a good one, being all powerful and shit,"

"Yeah, I'll have to go fetch her before we leave for dinner, I left her in our bedchamber, she'll want food," each word hit him in the core, even if none of it was true, the idea that this was normal to these people made him want to scream, but he guided the conversation back to the war, to what he needed to hear, even with his mind continually drifting back to Gwyn.

*****

Footsteps outside had Gwyn shoving the notebook back into her dress,

"Amirah!" She rushed to the door, keeping her eyes down in case Azriel wasn't alone, he wasn't, and someone let out a huff,

"Shit, how the fuck did you leave her all day?" One of the males beside him chuckled, "We'll see you in a bit," Azriel nodded and stepped past Gwyn into the room,

"You okay?" She mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear, and he nodded,

"I hate this, I have to pretend that I'm not hopelessly in love with you," Gwyn's stupid, faithless heart fluttered in her chest at those words, ignoring the way Azriel's eyes were dark, tired,

"Hey," she muttered, "It's okay, I know it's not true," Azriel's head snapped towards the door,

"Shit," he muttered, "They're still there, they're listening in, they won't have heard, but," Gwyn narrowed her eyes, and her eyes widened at the realization,

"They want to listen?"

"Moan, now, or they'll think something's up," he was right,

"I don't know what to do," she whispered, a feeling of true fear descending upon her, they'd gotten in, gotten embedded and he stupid, foolish fears were going to get them discovered, gods she was really useless,

"Hey, Gwyn," Azriel tipped her chin upwards, swiping his thumb across her cheek, "Just make any sound, you can't do it wrong, we don't actually need to do anything, just make them think we are,"

"But why? I don't get it,"

"They're all horny shits, and they've seen how fucking gorgeous you are. I've been away from you all day, they'll expect me to want certain things upon reuniting with you," oh, she knew what he meant, but just one day? That was surely excessive, but she nodded, and kissed him gently,

"I don't think I can just do it on command, kiss me, and then we'll see," she looped her arms around his neck, and did moan at the first brush of his lips against her neck, her head falling backwards so that Azriel had to hold her up, she moaned again, and he groaned at the feel of her lips against his, deliberately chucking his jacket aside so it made a loud thunk on the floor. Gwyn pressed her fingers against Azriel's lips, waiting, footsteps, they were really alone now,

"I'm sorry about that," Azriel muttered,

"What are you talking about? Kissing you is wonderful,"

"But I don't want you to think that you have to, even if it's for keeping our cover,"

"I didn't, it was just a chance to kiss you, and it was helpful to convince those others, but if I didn't want to I wouldn't have," she chuckled, "Are you sure you're okay?" Azriel collapsed onto the bed, dragging her with him with a yelp,

"I'm okay, just worried,"

"Worried?"

"About you. One of the males who showed me around made a comment that I didn't appreciate, and I doubt you would have done,"

"Did he seem like he wanted to act on that comment?" Gwyn stomach churned, and she glanced around the room, marking the locked door and windows. Azriel stiffened, realizing that she immediately knew what he was referring to,

"Not once I'd dealt with him, but all takes is one, I don't want you to have to deal with that, especially when I can't be with you, you might be on your own and," he took in a deep breath, "I just worry about what could happen if someone tries somehting,"

"I'm never on my own, Az," a shadow danced around her, "If I need to, I can fight with or without my dagger, and I want to find out what the other Illyrian females are doing here, there must be others,"

"There are," Azriel admitted, "They do the chores and stuff, help making and adjusting leathers and armor,"

"I can do that," Gwyn said, "It'll give me a chance to speak to them, to learn things that the males might overlook, and to simply be in the palace, invisible. I can 'get lost' and find my way to restricted areas, the queens' offices perhaps," Azriel pursed his lips together, but she was right, she knew he was, and no matter how much he wanted her to be safe, he knew that too,

"You're right, I know that, I just wish you didn't have to do it by yourself,"

"I know, but that's going to be how we have to work here, now," she twisted in his lap, "Tell me everything you found out today."

#fanfic #fanfiction #acotar #acosf #a court of thorns and roses #a court of silver flames #azriel x gwyn #gwyneth berdara #Gwyn acosf #gwynriel #Gwyn #Azwyn #Azriel

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aight @xdeusxmachinax you asked for it.

let me introduce y’all to my cronus x rhea AU <3 i could go into a LOT more detail,, but i think i should probably just leave it at whatever’s under the cut, because otherwise it’ll literally go on for several pages.

for the record, let me just say that i did this uquiz to determine what kind of fanbase your characters would have and for my characterisation of both Rhea and Cronus, i got “people will not shut up about how they deserve better”, so that might give you a little insight into how i’ve imagined them...

so we all know the usual Gaia-got-fed-up-with-Ouranos’-bs-and-decided-to-kill-him story... well, i haven’t changed that part, it still fits in the story

here’s where we get into my AU- Cronus, in this version, while cunning, is also pretty noble and brave.. that’s why when all his siblings are a little hesitant to fight Ouranos, Cronus steps up and gives everyone a pep talk about how they can’t continue to live in oppression like this and how they need to stand up for themselves and fight to save the world from Ouranos’ tyranny

Gaia’s pretty proud of her son’s courage, and awards him the scythe, and with the Titans now invigorated with new-found pluck, they agree to follow Cronus’ leadership and help him defeat Ouranos.

at first Cronus doesn’t really have bigger plans for the future- he knows that he needs to defeat Ouranos, but after that? who knows.

that is- until he has a little aside with Rhea. now, in my AU, Rhea’s a bit of a girlboss, and while nothing’s really official between her and Cronus, it’s pretty obvious that they’re an item, even though they haven’t said anything.. anyways, Cronus thinks that it makes sense for Oceanus, their eldest brother, to become king after Ouranos, but Rhea tells him that he should be king, because he was the only one who didn’t hesitate when it came down to deposing Ouranos.

and the other Titans agree with Rhea, including Oceanus. it’s clear to all of them that, despite Cronus being the youngest, he’s the leader of the Titans, and they’re all happy to follow him because he’s a good guy.

anyways-- fast forward to the actual battle, and there’s a little incident that occurs where Ouranos tells Cronus that he’s a fool, etc. and, seeing the way Cronus looks at Rhea, Ouranos tells him that Rhea will eventually betray him the way that Gaia betrayed Ouranos- and that, as his father, it’s his duty to look out for his son’s best interests, and then Ouranos kills Rhea in front of Cronus (oh yes, we love us some tragic love)

but Cronus loves Rhea so much, he can’t deal with the idea of her dying, so he prays really hard, wishing that he just had a little bit more.. time

and time actually reverses to just a few seconds from before Rhea was killed!!! Cronus is still a little hazy about what happens, so he’s unable to save Rhea (again) but he tries to reverse time again, and he ends up going all the way back when the Titans had first gathered together to come up with a plan to kill Ouranos, and now Cronus is fully aware that he’s a god of time (he didn’t know before)

so now with his cool time powers, stuff happens, and Cronus defeats Ouranos, and he takes over from him, becomes king with his pretty girlboss queen, Rhea, and everyone’s happy.

UNTIL! Hestia is born not too long after, and at first, Cronus is really fucking happy to have a daughter.

but then the more he looks into his daughter’s big baby eyes, the more he begins to think about Ouranos’ final prophecy to him- that a child of Cronus�� will rise up against him and depose of all the Titans.

and eventually, Cronus can’t take it anymore- he and the Titans worked so hard to depose of cruel Ouranos- Cronus even lost Rhea a few times in the process. under Cronus, peace and justice has been restored, and the kingdom is happy. and now some spoiled brat is going to come along and destroy everything?? Cronus begins to see little Hestia as a threat,, not because he doesn’t want anyone else to be king, but because he doesn’t want the peace in the kingdom destroyed. so, when Rhea leaves the house one day, Cronus decides to swallow Hestia whole, and that’s that.

Rhea returns and is, understandably pissed off with Cronus, but Cronus explains to her everything, and at this point, Rhea still loves Cronus, and he still loves her. She finds it hard to believe that such an innocent child could do all this harm, but she has faith in Cronus, who had previously liberated them from Ouranos, and while she doesn’t like what happened, she convinces herself that it’s just a one-off thing.

But then Demeter is born, and the same thing happens. Then Hera, then Hades, and by the time Poseidon is born, Cronus has become a completely different person- he’s cold, he’s paranoid. Now he doesn’t even try to comfort Rhea. and Rhea herself has become so distraught over the loss of her children, and she absolutely despises Cronus and what he’s become.

she goes to Gaia and begs her mother to relieve her of the pain of living with a madman, but Gaia tells her that she can’t, because Rhea is with child again. but this isn’t good news for Rhea, and she begs Gaia to just take the child from her,, that she can’t bear it. Gaia takes pity on her daughter and reminds her of the prophecy about one of her children deposing of Cronus and tells her that the child within her will save the land and his siblings.

this is pretty shocking to Rhea because she thought this whole time that her children were dead. but upon learning that they’re actually still alive and can be brought back, she’s renewed with energy, and decides that it’s time to take Cronus down.

then it’s just the usual Cronus swallows a stone instead of Zeus, and thinks nothing of it, and Rhea gives baby Zeus to the nymphs to care for.

fast forward to several hundred years later- Rhea goes down to the nymphs to visit Zeus for the first time in her entire life, and there’s an emotional heart-to-heart between her and Zeus, who has heard so much about his mother but never met her.

and Rhea tells him about her plan to free Zeus’ siblings and depose of Cronus. and Zeus is super pumped and excited and he’s like, “hell yeah i HATE that guy!” and Rhea tells him that she doesn’t hate Cronus at all- she hates what he’s become, and that she needs Zeus to fulfill the prophecy so that Cronus doesn’t have to bear the burden of being king anymore- Rhea doesn’t love Cronus anymore, she hasn’t for sometime, but she does feel pity for him, and she refuses to continue watching as Cronus poisons himself.

anyhow, then Zeus meets Cronus and they fight and all Zeus’ siblings are rescued, and eventually Cronus himself is defeated, and he’s weakened by the fight, although he’s not dead.

Zeus, for his mother’s sake, imprisons Cronus in Tartarus, not with the other Titans who had sided with Cronus, but in one of Nyx’s caves, where he dwells forever, sometimes receiving prophecies and stuff.

Rhea lives with Zeus and the rest of the Olympians in Olympus, occasionally providing her counsel, but for the most part, she’s just retired and living the good life <3

and that’s it! congrats if you read all the way down to here ^-^

#lolol if you're wondering why i've thought so much about this it's because i was actually going to make this into a comic #who knows.. maybe i will #i have lots of ideas... but no time ://#replies #hc #rhea x cronus #oc tag

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