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domesticandlovingmonsters · 1 year

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The Old Spark

Monster Pairing: Agoris (NB!Demon) x Male!Reader Rolled Story Picks: Demon, Fake Dating, Castle/Dungeon Words: 5k Notes: Mention of blood, sfw, fluff. I had alot of fun with this and might even continue it later. Let me know what you think.

The stone walls were always chilly at night. The mountaintop Keep rewarded its inhabitants with a constant howling wind that stirred through every crack of the walls. The cool air made your wrists ache and your fingers held a cold touch. It was meant to be summer. But the season seemed to disappear the moment the sun dipped behind the towering peaks. You sighed and slid your glasses from the bridge of your nose to drop them on the piles of paperwork before you. Your eyes were heavy and there was a dull discomfort behind them. You sighed. It was late. But you needed to finish these documents before tomorrow’s ceremonies. You would have no time for desk jobs while the King held his Summer Eclipse Feast. You were already dreading mingling with the numerous snobby nobles and their entitled brats for three days. You didn’t want to come back to another hillside of work because you were too tired.

Another sigh fell from your lips and you allowed yourself the luxury to stretch a little. Your body popped and cracked. You weren’t even that old…why did it feel like you were starting to gray? Pushing aside that thought, you slid your glasses back in front of your eyes and picked up the quill. But before the tip touched paper, you stalled. A warmth settled over your shoulders and seemed to float around the room. The candles on your desk flickered like a breeze had just touched them. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck tingle and you leaned back in your chair. Setting down the quill to clasp your hands on your lap, as if casually lounging.

“I’m not in the mood to play, Agoris. What do you want?” You asked the dimly lit room. And the answer echoed from the shadows. A scoff like chuckle that seemed to come from every corner of the room, but also somewhere in front of you.

“Are we getting too old to play games, (y/n)?” A masculine voice asked. The shadows around you moved and shifted. Like a flock of birds taking flight and maneuvering in different shapes and twists. Coming to rest on the other side of your desk. Forming a dark silhouette with bright purple eyes that pierced through the darkness like two violet lanterns. “It’s been a while. You’re looking…worn.”

You ignored their comments and gestured with your hand for them to sit. The figure flopped into the chair with reckless gracefulness. And the shadows scattered like a swarm of bugs to reveal their master. Their skin was the color of deep amethyst with veins of onyx running over their body. Their hair was long this time, but small braids with tiny crystals slipped out of the silky ink strands. Their gaze was human, much to your comfort than their preference of appearance, but carried that unsettling purple hue to the iris. Neatly filed claws tapped the arms of their chair as the Demon looked you over. A casual smirk stretching across their lips. “You’re looking good, though. The life of the King’s right hand man is treating you very well.”

You leaned forward. Allowing some of your distrust to show in your eyes. You rested your elbow on the desk and scratched your beard with your cold fingers. Looking them over just as they did you.

“You look different.” You said with a gruff tone. Which caused Agoris to smile. “Whose body are you riding around in now?” The Demon lifted their arms and inspected them, like they were just figuring out they had limbs.

“Some farmer a few towns over. Got crushed by his own bull.” Agoris plucked some imaginary lint from the clean commoners clothing he wore. Flaying out his fingers in a gesture for you to look at him. “I didn’t kill anyone. And I waited for him to be buried. Blah, blah, his family doesn’t know a Demon took over the body. All for you, sweetling.” That smirk was all too familiar to you. Once, you found it charming. Almost flirtatious. But now, on the verge of exhaustion and the forming headache behind your eyes, you found it irritating.

“What do you want?” You had a few guesses. But it had been years since you had heard from Agoris. The playfulness fell from the Demon’s lips at your tone. But they chose to ignore it. Taking on a more professional air to them.

“Remember your debt to me?” If Agoris saw the vein that popped in your neck, they chose not to say anything. “I’m here to have it paid. And before you get all kill-joy on me, I don’t need you to harm anyone. I just need an audience with your adoring King.” A cold hand seized your heart and you felt your stomach drop like a boulder in the river. You returned to your slouched position against the chair. Your fingers smoothing down your beard as you stared deep into the Demon’s eyes.

“What do you want with him?” You asked. And Agoris shivered with a smile at this new tone of yours. “Agoris, I cannot let you-”

“You can’t stop me, (y/n).” Agoris cut you off. “I’m coming to you because I don’t want you kicking down my door in a righteous frenzy of sickening loyal anger. There will be no deals with the King. I just want to talk with him.” You bristled under the silent promises Agoris held. Years of dedication to the crown built a protective and loving relationship with the Majesties and their family. You weren’t about to waltz a Demon into their midst for gossip over mead.

“What do you want to talk to them about?” You asked. Holding Agoris’ gaze with a steady, unyielding challenge behind your eyes. “I have conditions-”

“(y/n)...” Agoris said your name with a gentleness that made your chest quiver. You clenched your fist under the desk. Unable to look away from Agoris as they leaned towards you. “I gave you the opportunity to earn your place amongst the royal family. My repayment is the opportunity to be introduced to them as a friend. Not a stranger.”

“That doesn’t ease my suspicions, Agoris.” You all but growled at the Demon. Which seemed to excite the creature more than your rising anger. “I’ve seen your hand in many fallen nobles. In the destruction of armies. I’ve seen your name carved into the armor of legendary warriors. You cannot sit there and tell me that all you want is to be introduced to the King.” You leaned forward across the desk as much as you could without leaving your seat. And Agoris’ smile widened as the two of you were almost nose to nose. “I don’t trust you.”

“I’m heart broken.” A clawed finger settled on the thin wire that held your glasses together, and pushed them back up the bridge of your nose. You hated how familiar that motion felt. And you hated the sensation of comfort it seemed to bring you. “But you won’t be affected by this conversation. I promise.” Their eyes shimmered with a deeper color of purple and you felt that clenching power settling over your mind. Sharper than any headache. Agoris tilted his head, waiting for your response.

Your jaw was clenched and your nails bit into the palm of your hand as your knuckles turned white. Hundreds of scenarios played through your head. Thousands of thoughts and reasons as to why Agoris wanted the King’s attention. But it was all null to the one simple fact: you couldn’t stop Agoris. They could infiltrate the King’s inner circle with ease. They didn’t need you. But with you at their elbow, making the introductions, you could supervise their interactions. Oversee, and possibly find out, what Agoris wanted.

You sighed heavily enough to lift up a corner of a page on your desk. Slumping back into your chair as you waved your hand.

“Fine. I’m guessing you already have a plan as to how you want to be introduced?” You asked.

“Naturally.” Agoris replied. “The Feast is starting tomorrow, and I want you to introduce me during the celebrations. It’ll give me three days to make new friends and show-pony around. All you have to do is introduce me as your partner.” Your eyes flicked up to theirs the moment that word left their lips. Another heavy sigh and another rub against your eyes. But this time it was a full hand grinding into your sockets to soothe the ever growing migraine.

“We’ve been down this road before.” You said. Mostly to yourself. “Agoris, why do you like playing these cards?”

That little smirk was on display again. And you kicked yourself for looking a second too long while Agoris answered. “Because it's adorable. The look of shock on everyone's face when you have a handsome, beautifully dressed person at your hip, is amazing. The attention I get for being the mysterious, brooding, Knight Captain’s partner is intoxicating.” You swallowed a thick ball of tension from your throat as you rolled your eyes. You knew why they did this. Their power stemmed from attention. Deals were a side-hustle that got Agoris into frightfully influential situations. Which then stirred the pot for more people knowing them and talking about them. Making Agoris even more annoying to deal with when you started to climb the ladder in your profession. At some point in your life, they had been everywhere. Their name falling from so many lips that you were sure you were going mad. But then one day, Agoris was gone. Leaving alot of questions and no answers.

“I want one condition added to this repayment.” You offered after a stretch of silence. Agoris licked their lips. Folding their knee over the other and placing their hands on their lap in eager anticipation.

“Do tell.”

“I want the princess to be left alone.” You said. Sitting straight and squaring your shoulders. Giving the posture of authority that you displayed anytime you had to strike down on a ruly soldier or arrogant noble. “She’s been through enough. She doesn’t need your presence darkening her path.”

A softness seemed to settle over Agoris. And they looked up at you through the long, thick eyelashes with a tender curl to their lips.

“I promise, the princess will not be influenced by me.” The pressure passed as those words were spoken. But you didn’t let it go. Even though you’ve known Agoris for a very long time; they were a Demon. And Demon’s twisted things.

“Agoris…” You gave the silent threat without even uttering another word. The Demon raised their hand in surrender.

“The King is who I want. And the princess is too smart to take a deal from a Demon.” You didn’t bite at the underlying jab at your younger self. But you nodded. Inwardly relieved to hear Agoris admit that.

“Fine. I’ll be accompanying the Queen and her daughter to the ceremonies tomorrow morning. Meet us at the gates to the throne room and…I’ll start the introductions there.” Agoris clapped their hands excitedly and the room started to darken as their body began to slip back into their shadow self.

“See you tomorrow, darling.” The candles on your desk flickered almost to nothing. Before bouncing back into their brilliant light as Agoris’ form shattered into the walls. You felt the cool air creep back into the room as you stared at the chair in front of you. You didn’t finish those papers. You went to bed after a long session of wallowing in dread.

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The city was alive with music and cheer. The streets were decorated with thousands upon thousands of flowers and colorful strips of cloth. The usual dirty cobblestone had been cleaned, and now was peppered with yellow sand to brighten up the dull gray walkways. You walked the streets behind your Queen and Princess. They were dressed so beautifully that all who greeted them, stared with adoring awe. Flowers were pinned in their hair and their gowns rustled with the weight of feathers. The Queen wore a sky blue dress that matched her gentle gaze. And her daughter wore a matching, but deeper, blue. Walking arm in arm through the streets. Gushing over the many stalls from the bordering farms and tradesmen. Displaying wondrous fruits and vegetables. The Princess nibbled on baked goods that her loving people offered her. And the Queen was gifted with all sorts of small trinkets and pieces of well crafted clothing. You were ignored. As you liked to be. You were only here to ensure no one tried anything stupid against the two royal women. And the platoon of guards that trailed you, were the poor saps that had to carry the Queen's gifts and the baskets of goods given to the Princess.

“Isn’t this lovely, Sir (y/n)?” The Princess asked as she roped her thin arm under your armored one. “I wish our city looked like this all year round.”

“Oh, that would get quite old, dear.” The Queen replied, taking your other arm in the same fashion. “I do love when the snow passes through. The town looks lovely in winter.”

You agreed with both of them. Keeping your side of the conversation at a minimum as you continued towards the gates of the Keep. Bringing the Queen and Princess’ walk through the city to an end. Finally.

“Why don’t you like the ceremony, (y/n)?” The Princess asked. “Surely you like having a break from training and paperwork.”

“I do.” You replied. Allowing yourself to relax somewhat as you approached the guarded gates of the Keep. The city encircled the castle and trailed down the mountain and its cliffs. A wall surrounded the city at the base of the mountain and midway up the cliffs. But the Keep had its own high wall of marble and rock. And the gates were of thick iron and constantly manned with hundreds of archers and swordsmen. You could let your guard down just a little, since so many eyes would be watching your approach. “But I would rather spend my time elsewhere. Maybe with a good book or riding a horse through the mountain pass.”

“Ugh, that sounds boring.” The Princess said. “But if we hurry now, we can go to the stables and ride off. I really don’t want to meet-”

“Ashley,” Her mother scolded gently. “It is your duty to represent our family at this feast. Many suitors have come for the chance to dance with you. How would you meet your future partner if you’re always out riding?” You were about to make a comment when you caught sight of a clustering crowd by the Keep’s main doors. You suppressed a sigh. Already knowing who was at the center of it. Between the expensive dresses and tailored suits, you locked eyes with a beautifully dressed man. Swathed in purple and gold in an outfit that seemed very out of place compared to everyone around them. Their skin was no longer purple but a dark olive tone and their smile flashed bright white teeth instead of fangs. Agoris called out to you. Waving their hand over the crowd and pushing their way through to you. The people watched them go with disappointment. But watched with growing curiosity as they made their way to you. The women at your sides shared a confused glance, and then looked up at you.

“(y/n), who is that?” The Princess asked. And you grumbled softly. Releasing your wards as Agoris half jogged over to grasp your hand. You didn’t get to greet them right away. For the Demon in human form leaned up on their toes to press a long, sweet kiss to your lips. You found yourself relaxing against it. Your hand rose up to sit on Agoris’ hip. And you grumbled once again as the Demon leaned away.

“Oh my…” The Queen blushed. Her hand was against her lips in an act of surprise. And the Princess’ smile was so wide it looked like it was going to split her face.

“(y/n), who is this?” The Princess demanded in a pitched squeal.

You gave Agoris a hard look. Who smiled up at you in reply before greeting the women. Clinging to your arm as you gestured to them. Allowing them some space to bow to your Royal persons. “Your Majesties, this is my partner, Agoris. Agoris, meet Queen Eliza and Princess Ashley.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the women’s response to your words. They looked so excited and they grasped Agoris’ hands in theirs. All but smothering them with questions and compliments. Adoring their silky gown and lovely braids, gasping at the glittering jewelry that adorned Agoris’ neck and wrists and fingers. Then the Princess turned to you with feigned anger.

“You never said a word about this to me.” She said, and you laughed, bowing your head in a gesture of apology.

“My Lady, I don’t tell you a lot of things.” You said. And Agoris gently slapped a hand over your chest, smiling up at you.

“It was my idea, My Lady.” They said with a sickeningly sweet voice. “I just loved our little bubble too much to share it with the rest of the world. And plus, the secrecy, you know…” The Queen smiled, genuinely laughing at the trailed off sentence.

“I know what you mean, dear. But please, you are welcome here. And it is an honor to meet you.” The Queen squeezed Agoris’ hand one last time before releasing them and excusing herself. She grabbed her daughter's hand and dragged her away when she saw Ashley wasn’t coming with.

“Wait! I have so many questions!” She complained, but let her mother lead her away. Your platoon of men separated at your command. The Royals now safe within the patrolled area of the Keep, their jobs were done. They left with nodded bows to go to their next tasks. Agoris bit his lip. Still holding your hand as they watched your men disperse.

“I do love a man in charge.” Agoris teased. And you shot him a side-long look before guiding them towards the Keep’s doors. Your hand slid to the small of their back as Agoris finally let you reclaim it. It felt as natural as being distrustful of Agoris’ intentions.

“I see you’re already making acquaintances.” You commented as you passed the previous crowd Agoris was mingling amongst. They watched the two of you with gaping mouths and passing whispers. You were going to hear about this for the next two years. “Just keep out of trouble.”

“They really have stuck a pole up your ass, huh,” Agoris sighed. Then their hands started to roam your torso and chest. Pushing you against a marble column. People around you gasped and some chuckled. Watching as Agoris’ hands slid around your biceps with groping fingers to then slip under the material of your shirt and roam over your skin. “Did the position of Knight Captain come with strings too? Do you get scripts to read every morning to sound like an uptight ass?” You caught their wrists in yours. Forcing their fingers away from your body as you clicked your tongue. You hated that you were smiling. How you didn’t feel anger or annoyance at Agoris’ playful antics. You almost enjoyed it.

“Hands off.” You told them. And Agoris mimicked your words with a scrunched up face and a high pitched tone. You released their wrists and smiled. “You’re a child.”

“Is that my Knight Captain…smiling?” A deep booming voice echoed over the crowd. You let your head roll back to stare up at the ceiling with playful irritation. Only looking down as a man in gold armor, with a twisting, elegant crown atop his head, approached you. You bowed at the hip. Agoris did the same. And the King opened his arms to both of you. Silently commanding the two of you to stand. “I didn’t know you could smile, (y/n). Who is this bewitching fellow that managed to squeeze that out of you.”

The fear squeezed at your throat. The ease you felt in your shoulders tightened and you tried hard not to let the dread show on your face.

“My King…this is my partner, Agoris.” You forced the words through your lips. “Agoris, my love, this is King Alrik.”

“Oh, it’s a pleasure and an honor, My King.” Agoris had the expression of awe and moved with a flustered shake to their hands as the King reached forward and shook it. “(Y/n) has told me so much. B-But nothing professional or anything, just that you’re an amazing man-” Agoris babbled on until the King laughed and clapped a hand on their shoulder. Soothing down their star-struck prattle with a warm smile.

“It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Agoris. Please, enjoy the feast and if you need anything, don’t be afraid to order (y/n) around.” The King shot you a wink and pointed an accusing finger at your chest. “We’re going to talk about your little secret, (y/n). Secrecy from your own King? I thought we were friends.” His tone was all light-hearted and you laughed softly. Bowing as the King retreated back into the hall of long tables full of food and drink.

You leaned close to Agoris and pinched the small of their back. “You’re overselling it.”

Agoris scoffed and leaned close enough to touch your chest and whisper their reply. “Are you telling a Demon how to manipulate people?” You sighed and didn’t retort. Letting Agoris drag you to various groups to mingle and be introduced too.

Everyone knew your name. And it wasn’t long before the wheel of gossip had made its rounds through the feast, and even through the staff. Agoris’ sudden appearance, and your even more surprising relationship, sparked a bonfire of interest and curiosity through everyone that attended the Feast. Even when you retreated to the corners of the throne room, people found you, and questioned you about the wonderful strange person you invited.

By the time night fell, you disappeared from the celebrations to the gardens. Where you could finally breathe and focus on stopping your hands from shaking. When you were younger, the thought of royal feasts and banquets were a dream you wished came true. To stand by nobles and kings alike. To drink and eat all you could. But now, they brought a sense of suffocation. The many eyes made your chest tighten and your mind race. The spiral of panic only quickened when the clash of swords and shields started in the entertainment. A play about the King’s battle with a traitorous lord of the south. You leaned against a tree and took a deep breath. The quiet of the night was comforting. The crickets sang to you as you waited out the thundering beat of your heart and kept your lungs bringing air to your body. You violently jumped when a warm hand grazed against yours. Your hand automatically went to your hip, finding the hilt of your sword. But you didn’t unsheath it. Finding yourself staring into Princess Haley’s eyes.

“I-I’m sorry.” She quickly said as you cleared your throat. “I saw you leave the feast and wanted to make sure you’re ok.”

You let yourself breathe for a moment. Finding enough calm to answer her. “I’m meant to be checking in on you. You shouldn’t be out here.”

You let your hand fall from your sword. Standing from the tree to properly posture yourself like a knight. “Your suitors will miss you.”

The girl blushed a deep red and shrugged. “I wanted to make sure my hero wasn’t going to collapse on me.”

You chuckled. Wiping your sweating forehead on the sleeve of your shirt. “The attack isn’t that bad. Go on, now. I’ll join you soon.” You waited for the girl to leave. Having to shoo her some more when she strayed by your side a little longer. She picked up her skirts and started to hurry back. Glancing at you over her shoulder at you before disappearing back into the brightly lit chambers.

“My hero.” Agoris’ voice said from somewhere in the darkness. “You save one Princess and suddenly you’re the hero of the realm. You know how hard it is to get attention when everyone is spitting stories about you?” You didn’t bother looking for them. You leaned against the tree again and rested the back of your head against the smooth bark.

“Must be very annoying.” You grumbled.

“I didn’t know you slew a dragon.” Agoris’ hand slid over your shoulder and down your chest as they materialized beside you. Their flowing silks wrapped tightly around them as they pretended to be cold. “Or fought in the Battle of Crimson Valley. If I had known you were in the front lines I wouldn’t have sent out my creation with such confidence.”

You didn’t feel any surprise at that news. But did find yourself chuckling.

“It fought well.” You said, and Agoris huffed like a stubborn child.

“At least I know why my champion lost now. I was very interested to know what type of Human took down an abomination of dark magic. It couldn’t have been anyone else.” Agoris looked up at you finally. Searching your face as you looked up at the stars. Their hand on your chest felt comforting. Like they were pulling the panic from your body to leave a gentleness in your chest. “This life has taken a massive toll on you.” They said with a tenderness that made you look at them in surprise. “I can feel it. Your Soul…it's not as bright as it used to be.”

You looked down at your chest. Their hand was no longer that smooth dark tone, but now held the hue of their demonic flesh. Their dark claws pricked at your skin. But you didn’t remove it.

“Being a Knight isn’t as glorious as I thought.” You admitted. You raised your hand to place it over Agoris’. “I wouldn’t change it for the world. I’ve seen and learnt so much. But sometimes…I wonder what would have happened if I didn’t sign my name.”

Agoris tilted his head. Like they were watching something interesting on your chest. Then they looked up at you with that purple hue to their gaze. “You were always going to be a Knight, (y/n). I just created the opportunity for you to be the best version of that prophecy.” They withdrew their hand and the olive color returned to their skin. “But with being the best, you have had to face the worst.”

“Are you saying you regret it?” You teased. And Agoris laughed.

“Hell no. The power you alone have given me is incredible. But I would change a few things.” Their hands slid up your chest to wind around the back of your head and tangle in your hair. They pulled you down in a kiss. And you pulled them against you. Feeling the connection between you deepen as his tongue intruded yours.

I would have stayed. The image of your sleeping figure, entwined with the sheets of your bed, hair a mess and your mouth opened slightly with a soft snore, flashed through your mind. I would have stayed with you. Like I should have.

Another image invaded your mind. Of your Knighting ceremony. Your perspective was amongst the crowd, near the back. And you watched yourself bow before the King and his sword touched each of your shoulders. Your voice was louder than anyone else as you stood and accepted the sword from the King.

I would have kept you safe. Protected you when no one else could have. The image of your bleeding body overtook the last image. Your arm was outstretched, keeping the Princess behind you as your foes advanced towards you. The deep wound in your side was flooding the floor with crimson. But you stood tall and unwavering. Your sword clashing against your enemies until they fell. You hugged the Princess close and retreated from the room. Your perspective changed to watch you being laid on a bed. Bandaged and in agony. But a sense of relief was filling you as you joked with the other knight that helped you lie down.

You pulled away when the images started to hurt. The intrusive power grew with need as you watched many moments of your life from outside your own eyes. You held Agoris’ face in your hands. Searching his eyes for some sort of trick. A lie. A hidden truth. Anything, that would give away that they was using you. But you found only sadness. Guilt. And Agoris clung to you as if you were a lifeline.

“I want to stay.” They whispered to you. “Will you let me stay?”

You pressed your forehead to theirs. Pulling them as close as you could without crushing them between your arms. “I’ve waited for you for so long.” You growled between your teeth. “I thought I was stupid for thinking you wanted anything but my debt. Promise me, you really mean what you’re saying.”

Agoris’ eyes shone with a violet hue. Their pupils slitting like a cat’s until they were nothing but a sliver of black amongst the purple. “I promise.”

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lizardofspace · 5 months

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Made some more Laveris poses

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siren-darkocean · 3 months

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Headcanon One-shot

The Aftermath of a Fall [Kiina Past Headcanon]

Warnings: Graphic details of dead bodies, child trauma, aftermath of village fall descriptions, swearing (bc some people get triggered by it), injury descriptions, Out of Character, Headcanons Galore Used, Human terms of ages used(bc Bionicle ages for Glatorian and Agori are so confusing)

Quiet whimpers left Kiina's lips as she was curled up in a ball under the rubble that covered her, her hands clutching her necklace tightly scared if she let it go it would mean the end of her.

She could hear the dwindling embers of the fires that happened, the smoke was still strong though.

She didn't know where her mother was, but she just wanted her to be okay after she rushed her daughter to hide from the attack.

The sound of rubble moving as small pebbles fell made Kiina try to hold in her whimpers as her tail managed to curl tightly around her waist and the young Glatorian shut her eyes tightly.

Soon the boulders on top of Kiina were moved aside allowing both light and smoke to reach Kiina making the child cough up a storm.

"Easy little Dew Drop," The Lord of Water reassured her making Kiina's eyes snap open as she looked while coughing seeing the Lord of Water standing over her as he pushed a boulder that threatened to fall again aside from the two.

"M'lord!" In an instant Kiina had launched herself at the Lord of Water in a tight hug making the elemental lord hold her with such gentle care it was like he was holding a small porcelain doll he didn't want to break.

The Lord of Water formed his hands to have fingers and gently combed them through Kiina's raven locks of hair with the natural bright blue highlights effectively pulling off any dirt, dust and ash as he did so to comfort the child Glatorian while shushing her as Kiina sobbed into his shoulder. "Easy there my little Dew Drop, you're safe now." The Lord of Water cooed as Kiina continued to sob into his shoulder.

"I-I don't know w-what happened to m-mommy! S-She told me t-to hide when i-it started! I-I s-s-saw D-Daddy g-g-got-" Kiina couldn't finish her explaining as she broke down more, burying her face even more into the Elemental Lord's shoulder.

The Lord of Water felt his heart heavy as he watched Kiina sob against him while trying to comfort the small child. She was only seven for crying out loud and had to witness this!

If the Lord of Water could turn back time from this moment he would turn to the time he decided to join this stupid war, too many lives had been lost, families destroyed, and his favorite young Glatorian and friend had lost her parents at a young age. All because he decided to join since the other lords were.

All the Lord of Water could do was fall to his knees as he continued to hold Kiina, comforting her the best he could with words while stroking her hair as the young Glatorian sobbed into his shoulder.

After some time Kiina had finally managed to calm down enough to where she was just a sniffling and hiccuping mess. The Lord of Water carefully brushed away her stray tears.

"There we go my little Dew Drop, everything is going to be just fine. We just got to get you to the other village the others set up in the split." The Lord of Water told her.

The split was long before Kiina's parents had even been born, where two halves of the Lord of Water's village split to go to a different village to build. The Lord of Water had entrusted an Agori named Eze to rule the second village and the young woman had done a wonderful job at it. He knew she would be taking in survivors who had managed to flee the massacre alive.

Kiina looked around at the carnage around her, the Lord of Water wanted to shield her eyes from the massacre of familiar faces to the young Glatorian before she could be more traumatized if that was possible but he refrained from so hearing the gears turn in her head. "C-Can we at least b-bury everyone before w-we leave?" Kiina asked the Lord of Water softly as she looked up at his face after taking in the sight of the carnage around them.

The Lord of Water was surprised by the request. "Are you sure Kiina?" He asked her, "I don't wish for you to have to carry such a burden." He told her. Kiina looked at the Lord of Water with a determined look on her tear stained, puffy and ash covered face. "Someone has to put them to rest because others aren't coming back." She told him, "It's the least we could do for them."

The Lord of Water sighed, knowing how true the little girl's words were. "You're so wise for your age you know that my little Dew Drop?" He told her, he then carefully set Kiina down on her feet.

"Alright then my dear, I shall help you. Go ahead and make some head markers for them, I will find some shovels." The Lord of Water told her as Kiina stood on her feet and her tail tucked between her legs a bit. Kiina nodded at the Lord of Water, "Of course m'lord."

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After several hours the two had finished burying the last two but certainly not least bodies of the many fallen in the carnage; Kiina's parents.

Her father had horrible wounds, Kiina watched before she went to hide as her father was impaled on a spear, the Lord of Water had to help Kiina pull the weapon out of him and a stab wound through the skull between the eyes as if someone went overkill on him.

Her mother was just as bad, several shallow cuts on her mother's body inflicted the maximum amount of pain without killing her (pretty much torturing her for fun), the final killing wounds were a deep throat slash that left her head almost barely hanging by managing to cut through half of her spine and a deep slash over her heart.

The Lord of Water looked over the two graves with flowers planted at their head markers as he had Kiina go and grab what she could carry with her for their departure.

The Lord of Water sighed as his eyes closed. "I promise you, Ekix, Veinta, that if anything else bad happens to Kiina, the karma and justice to the guilty party would be the most suffering and longest they just suffer through." He spoke to the graves, his hands shaking as they balled up to fists. "I just wish I could turn back time to never join this stupid war in the first place so my little Dew Drop never had to lose you so early."

Hearing something the Lord of Water shot his eyes open and looked seeing Kiina approaching him, a large for her perspective satchel on her shoulders and clutching a doll in her arms. Her grandmother of her father's side had made that for her long ago before their deaths.

The Lord of Water knelt down to her level in front of her. "Are you ready to go now my little Dew Drop?" He asked her, pushing his own grief and guilt aside to comfort the young Glatorian.

Kiina nodded at that, her already glossy eyes glancing over to the graves of her parents. The Lord of Water moved aside so the young girl could say her goodbyes to her parents.

Kiina took a few more steps to the graves, tears started to stream down her face as she hiccuped. "B-Bye bye m-mommy. B-Bye bye d-daddy." Kiina hiccupped out, more tears fell down her face.

The Lord of Water held a hand out to Kiina making Kiina hug him again. The Elemental Lord gave a thin smile at that as he carefully picked Kiina up and held her close to his chest. The Lord of Water gave the many graves one last look before he turned and made his way through the gates of the now fallen village, a still crying young Glatorian Kiina in his arms.

💙🌊🫧💙

Eze rushed to the gates of Tajun with at least three Glatorian behind her. The Agori leader had just been helping tending to new rescues from the original village when she was told the Lord of Water was at the gates wanting her.

The first village of water had fallen, and many lives had been lost in the massacre with barely any survivors who had escaped the fray.

Eze made it to the front gates of Tajun, the immediate sight of the Lord of Water standing there while holding something in his arms close to his chest made Eze grip her staff tighter.

"What is it you want?" She demanded the Lord of Water. The said Elemental Lord gave a thin smile, he didn't blame her aggression to her.

"I knew you all too well Eze, you're already taking refuges in." He said, a fond note in his voice.

Eze huffed at that. "Well their my people obviously, and if you think I'm taking you in, then-" "No no, I myself I do not wish for you to take in." The Lord of Water cut off Eze.

"I was hoping for her." With that the Lord of Water moved his hands to reveal Kiina who held her doll tighter in her arms, her tail curled around her leg in a comforting manner.

Eze gasped at the sight. "Kiina..." The Agori leader dropped her staff as she ran over with another younger Glatorian, a young adult male, behind her heels with ease. The Lord of Water easily recognized him as Tarix, a wonderful warrior indeed. He still remembered the day he blessed the new born Glatorian Tarix at the time after his birth to the rest of the village.

The Lord of Water carefully set Kiina down to the ground as he knelt down allowing Kiina to stand on her own feet just in time for Eze to skit to a stop on her knees and look over the young girl.

"Oh my dear, I thought you were lost like the many others." Eze cried out in joy seeing the young Glatorian and child of her best friend Veinta alive and mostly unharmed. Her only injuries were a few rock scratches and some bruises but other than that she was perfectly safe.

Eze carefully held Kiina's face in her palms, "Where are your mother and father?" She asked the young girl. Kiina's eyes turned glossy again making Eze's heart break as tears threatened to leave her eyes realizing what it meant. "Oh my dear." The Agori pulled the young Glatorian into a warm hug before she could cry.

The Lord of Water watched with a sad smile. "Me and the Lord took care of the bodies." Kiina finally spoke making Eze pull away from the hug as her hands rested on the sides of Kiina's shoulders.

"What how?" She asked the little girl. "We buried them. It was the least we could do since I knew no one was coming back." Kiina explained, holding her doll tighter.

"It's impossible to say no to my little Dew Drop with how precious she is." The Lord of Water quietly mused but Tarix, Eze and Kiina heard it.

Eze gave the Lord of Water a glance before focusing back on Kiina. "How about we get you washed up, patched up and fed my dear? You must be exhausted after all that happened." She told Kiina who nodded. "Yes please." She spoke quietly.

Eze stood back up and looked at the Lord of Water. "Was that all you wanted?" She asked him, taking Kiina's hand in hers. "For her sake yes, I just wish that I could turn back time to the day the war started. So I never joined this stupid war, for Kiina's sake and many others." The admission of that deep regret stunned many by standers who spoke in a quiet whisper with another.

The Lord of Water gave a deep bow before turning to leave. Eze sighed and went to take Kiina to a medical hut.

"M'lord!" The Lord of Water turned back to look just as Kiina (who had let go of Eze's hand and ran to him) tackle his legs in a hug. The Lord of Water gave a sad smile as he knelt down and hugged Kiina back, his head resting on the top of her raven locks of hair with bright blue highlights.

"Will I ever see you again?" Kiina asked the Lord of Water sadly. The Elemental Lord sighed at that, "I am not sure my dear, but I hope the universe and fate will allow it." He told her honestly.

The two then parted their hug. Kiina gave a small courtesy to The Lord of Water. "See you next time, m'lord."

The Lord of Water gave a sad smile as he gave a gentle kiss to Kiina's head. "See you next time, my little Dew Drop."

The Lord of Water stood back and on his feet again as Tarix came over and Kiina let him pick her up in his arms and carry her back to the village of Tajun.

Kiina gave a small wave over Tarix's shoulder, the Lord of Water gave a small wave as well back before turning to leave. Kiina buried her face in Tarix's shoulder as she wrapped her arms around his neck so she didn't have to watch her friend leave.

#bionicle #g1 bionicle #lego bionicle #bionicle the legend reborn #the legend reborn #bara magna arc #2009 bionicle #kiina #elemental lord of water #character headcanons #bionicle headcanons #bionicle one-shot #oneshot #Agori OC #Two Glatorian OC's #Tarix #fanon parents/oc parents of canon characters #this honestly got done way faster than my draft one-shot of Berix

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rahisaurus · 1 year

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Don't think I've shared this chap to tumbler yet.

He's Zassani - a lesterin mercenary

(lesterin is a fanon version of the agori race)

#bionicle #moc #oc #agori #glatorian

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the-mindless · 5 months

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OC vs A Cockroach

Oh! Now THIS is fun! Thank you for the tag, @mysticstarlightduck!

Gently tagging: @desastreus, @a-had-matter, @prismo-pelican, @firesmokeandashes, @susurrus-mxfluffy, @alhyastarain

Rules: Rate your OCs on how well they’d fare against a cockroach

For this one, I'll be using characters from Woes and Whimsy. Since it's still relatively small, I'll just use every named character (minus the big bad).

Percival Elpida, the Swordless Swordsman - 10/10 He can sense the roach's movement from a mile away and crush it before it can even get close to him. It's just that he doesn't really care. He has a revenge plot that he needs to finish.

Agori - 10???/10 The kid would just. Befriend it. No problem. It wouldn't even take that long before they start having tea parties together. Go to the park. Ride the swings. Go on the merry go round. All until the cockroach suddenly dies, where he would hold a funeral by himself.

Fysi Agapaei Se - 4/10 She's a friend of nature, but still, that doesn't make it easier for her to deal with the cockroach. She'll try to politely ask it to leave her alone, but since it's an insect, she'll probably end up accidentally waterboarding it.

Fanos Agapaei Se - 9/10 On the other hand, he wouldn't really mind. He'll just pick it up with his bare hands and set the dude free.

Nothrotita III - 3/10 BURN IT, BURN IT AWAY. OH GOD. OH GOD OH FUCK OH SHIT OH FUCK

Orgi II - 5/10 Burns it immediately. If it even dares to touch his skin he will spend the next 17 hours bathing it away.

Lagneia - 4/10 Similarly to Orgi, except she doesn't have fire magic, so she'll either waterboard it or spend at least 10 minutes trying to crush it with her flails.

Yeperifaneia - 11/10 Give him 2 seconds. It's like the cockroach never existed.

#woes and whimsy #tag game #HAHAHAHAHA

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lemonylepid · 6 months

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BIONICLE fanfic: Shattered

Contains OCs, dark setting, alternate timeline.

Takes place after the events of 2010 (in a way)

(May or may not continue this piece of fanfiction but let me know what you think.)

Chapter One I planted the purple and silver Great Huna into the sand, the cavernous eyehole enraptured by the shadow of the moonlight. The glint from the fire behind me danced across the polished surface. I took my Agori cloth, now worn and tattered after cycles of use, and began rubbing away the grime.

"You don't have to take care of me, you know."

I smiled a small bit, staring into the empty mask. I could see a vague reflection of my own fading deep blue eyes on the forehead. My Kakama was caked with rust from the harsh sand, but I kept his nice and clean.

"Of course I do, what would you do without me? Go on your own adventures?"

I put the rag away, and gently brushed my hand across the smooth and shiny protodermis.

"You know me, I can't handle adventures. I'd rather stick to carving."

"And that's why I need to protect you, Tuali."

I moved my hand away from the cool metal and turned to the fire. He keeps saying my name, he doesn't want me to forget it. He knows I've been struggling lately with that. Tuali, Tuali, I need to keep that close. I know his name, I promise I do. I just can't remember it right now.

"We need to rest for now, I think. Do you think you can sleep alright over there?"

"I'll be fine, you keep warm by the fire."

I nodded a bit, confirming his choice. He seems to never mind the cold. I laid by the warm fire, flames lighting up the edges of my grime-covered armor. I feel my eyes close, and I fight it for just a moment, but ultimately I succumb to the darkness and drift to sleep.

As I escape the confines of Makuta's lifeless vessel, I feel myself both blinded and sizzling in the hot sun of a desert. The ground is sharp and solid, cracking beneath my heavy footsteps. I have to give myself pause, just to adjust, but hands from behind me push and shove to escape just as I did. I shout a name, but hear nothing. Was I deaf? I shout again, nothing. Why can't I hear that name? Why can't I hear anything? I shield my eyes from the sun and look up.

Past the sunlight I see the sky alight with a hazy orange, as if it was on fire. The ground beneath me trembles, and through the pushes and shoves comes a familiar hand. I grasp it and look at the owner. It's him, the one I was calling. I recognize the mask, that beautiful purple. A Great Huna. But his eyes, where were his eyes? I guess I don't remember those either. Nothing greets me but a void. The matoran points to the sky, I can read his mouthgrill. The sky is falling, do you see it?

Waking up is never easy. Especially from a memory. I can see the white embers from the night's fire, and I can feel the sun bleaching and peeling my paint. I let out a stirring groan, and I feel the gears inside me struggle to move and engage with each other.

"Oh good, you're up. How did you sleep, Tuali?"

There's my name again. Another reminder. Finally with a click my internal clutch clatters into place, and I can move. I lift myself up, my roasted armor hissing as a few drops of condensation finds its way down my arms.

"I dreamed about another memory, I think. Places I've been."

"I dreamed about a star."

He always dreams about stars. Every night he tells me so. I wonder why? I stand on my feet, wobbling slightly. I can feel sand settle in places it shouldn't, but I can't bring myself to care about my own maintenance. I step over to the mask and remove it from the sand, grains sifting away through the crevasses.

"Do you want me to carry anything?"

"No, I can handle it. You keep your energy, it's a long trip."

I grab the rope at my hip and fasten a loop to the crown of the mask, gently letting it dangle there. I then grab my hefty rucksack, full of bark and wood from a nearby abandoned village. The only trees I've seen for Kio. I also kept a small blade inside, just in case there are any Rahi.

"I'm ready if you're ready."

I took a look at the distant horizon. Our campsite cliff side overlooked our destination. Shattered remains of robotic components scattered the land, surrounded by sparkling glass. Embedded into the surface, a carcass of an incredible being laid absolutely destroyed. From what I understood, this was Mata-Nui. We came from a similar yet much larger desecrated robot, the body of the monstrous titan Makuta. Behind Mata-Nui was a massive glowing ocean, our destination. Beyond that, almost transparent in the haze of the horizon, was a blackened, scorched, broken moon of unimaginable size.

"I guess I am. Our goal is in sight."

"Excellent, Tuali."

#bionicle #fanfic #alternate timeline #My OCs #Incomplete #story #Bionicle: Shattered

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alastheswarmleaderhasescaped · 2 years

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BIONICLE ask game

I see a lot of ask games and I thought it would be fun to make a BIONICLE themed one, so here goes!

A. Favourites — in-universe

Favourite character?

Favourite hero?

Favourite villain?

Favourite Toa?

Favourite Matoran?

Favourite Turaga?

Favourite Toa team?

Favourite Matoran team?

Favourite villain team?

Favourite Toa Mata/Nuva?

Favourite Toa Metru?

Favourite Toa Mangai?

Favourite Toa Inika?

Favourite Rahaga?

Favourite Makuta?

Favourite Rahi?

Favourite Glatorian?

Favourite Agori?

Favourite Rahkshi?

Favourite Bohrok?

Favourite member of the Order of Mata Nui?

Favourite Dark Hunter?

Favourite Vahki?

Favourite Piraka?

Favourite Barraki?

Favourite Vhisorak?

Favourite Kaita?

Favourite location?

Favourite island?

Favourite Koro?

Favourite Wahi?

Favourite Metru?

Favourite element?

Favourite Kanohi power?

B. Favourites — out-of-universe

Favourite set?

Favourite canister set?

Favourite titan set?

Favourite play set?

Favourite combination model?

Favourite canister?

Favourite package design?

Favourite gear? (watches, pens, foam play tools, etc.)

Favourite storyline?

Favourite commercial?

Favourite online content?

Favourite digital game? (internet, console or PC)

Favourite analog game? (trading cards, board game, etc.)

Favourite theme?

Favourite year?

Favourite chapter book?

Favourite movie?

Favourite comic?

Favourite serial?

Favourite online episode?

Favourite Kanohi design?

Favourite soundtrack?

Favourite character in the Mata Nui alphabet?

Favourite character in the Voya Nui alphabet?

Favourite Greg Farshtey answer?

C. Fandom

Give me a headcanon for [character] (either provide a character or let the askee decide)

Show me an MOC!

Talk to me about [OC]! (either specify an OC or let the askee decide)

How did you get into BIONICLE?

Do you consider romance canon?

What character do you think is underrated?

Can you read the Matoran alphabet?

Which sets do you own?

Which sets do you want?

Unpopular opinion about the fandom

What character should have been given (another) physical set?

Opinion on Gen2

What do you think a hypothetical Gen3 should look like?

What do you think a continuation of Gen1 should look like?

If given the chance to decide on a new BIONICLE set, what would you pick?

What should a new BIONICLE movie be like? (story, setting, style, hand-drawn animation/live action/ CGI, etc.)

What should a BIONICLE television series look like?

What should a BIONICLE stage play look like?

What should a BIONICLE stage musical look like?

What should a new BIONICLE book look like?

What should a new BIONICLE comic look like?

What should a new BIONICLE digital game look like?

What should a new BIONICLE analog game look like?

Opinion on Scrunkly Tahu

Favourite fic

Favourite fic author

Favourite visual fanart

Favourite visual fan artist

Favourite fan soundtrack

Favourite fan composer

Favourite fanart (any category)

Favourite fan artist (any category)

Talk to me about your [fic/art]! (either specify a work or let the askee decide)

Talk to me about a WIP!

Damn this became a long list 👀💦 Feel free to reblog this or add on, I thought it could be a fun way to talk about our favourite LEGO theme! 🖤

#bionicle #lego bionicle #lego #ask game

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crystaltoa · 2 years

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I got Ice, which is cool (no Pun intended) because my favorite Piraka set was Thok and my favorite Agori was Metus. So my first bionicle oc is going to be an Ice Agori named Dionis, keeping with the vaguely greco-roman naming conventions of the Glatorian sets.

That’s awesome! Glad you’ve found some inspiration from it

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breitzbachbea · 3 years

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Day 1: Language [GreSic]

Here is my first entry for @aphrarepairweek2021! No intimacy like finding traces of a shared past on your tongue.

Ship: Greece/Sicily [OC] (Herakles Karpuzi/Michele Vento) Set in an Human/Organized Crime AU Read it here on ao3

All Sicilian & Greek words are translated at the bottom - I marked the words in red, so that you can easily find where you left off if you jump to the translations!

Much thanks to @amber-isnt-a-precious-stone for betareading this Oneshot & to @crispyliza for helping me with the Greek transcription. Love you guys <3

Since I don't describe Michele in the oneshot itself, here's also a Teenage GreSic kiss, drawn by my friend @/C0FFINATED from twitter! (They're 16 & 15 here; in the Oneshot, they're somewhere between 18 and 20)

In Una Lingua Familiare

They sat in Herakles’ old and battered kitchen. It must have been the height of Greek Luxury back in the 50s, when it had been renovated. Now it felt cosy, with all its chipped tiles and worn handles.

Something flew past the window and they both turned their heads.

It flew past the window again.

“Taddarita,” Michele told Herakles with a content smile.

Herakles smiled back. “Nychterida.”

“Oh, I think that’s the same word,” Michele said and lifted the small coffee cup to his lips.

“It’s not,” Herakles said. “After you butchered it.”

Michele chuckled about it. He still hadn’t taken a sip. Herakles had made them Greek coffee and Michele was careful with it. He dreaded the thought of reaching the bottom and ending up with a mouthful of coffee grounds. “We didn’t butcher them, we’ve made them our own. But we’ve kept them, regardless.” He finally drank some before he glanced back to Herakles with eyes half lidded. “Carusu,” he said.

“Agori”, Herakles replied.

They had drifted off and talked about history and linguistics again. A safe topic. No business. No nightmares. Michele had tried his best to get rid of the bags under his eyes before he came to Greece but he had no idea if he succeeded. Herakles hadn’t said a word about it and he was grateful for it.

He just wanted to go back to the days when he learnt Ancient Greek at the liceo classico and Herakles did the same at his lykio. When they had found another shared passion to fill the time of the rare afternoons spent together in Palermo or Athens.

“Modern Greek is still Greek” Herakles said. “The words we kept, we didn’t change.”

“Even if we changed them to suit our tongues, we haven’t replaced them,” Michele answered. “After the Phoenicians and the Romans came. And the Arabs and the Germans, the French and the Spaniards. None of them could take the words from us.” His voice was low and he wondered if it even left his mouth or just stuck as vibrations to his lips.

Herakles gave away nothing as he looked into Michele’s eyes. His form was mostly in the shadows, with only the dim light of the moon, the city and a dingy lamp in the corner of the room.

Almost nothing. His tongue darted out and licked delicately over his upper lip.

Michele watched him intently. “Liccu,” he said.

“Lihoudis,” Herakles replied.

They said nothing for a while, broke eye contact and Herakles took a sip of his coffee.

“There’s an Italian version of Herakles, too,” Michele said and Herakles lazily raised an eyebrow. “I could call you Erculi.” His accent was heavy when the name rolled off his tongue.

Herakles' thumb rubbed over the edge of his cup. His lips were slightly parted and Michele didn’t miss the attentive spark in his eyes.

He tried to distract himself by taking another sip of coffee.

“Mihalis,” Herakles said and Michele swallowed coffee grounds and sugar.

His hairs stood on end. He wanted to take Herakles’ hand and call him Erculi and babble sweet nothings in Sicilian at him. He wanted to be reminded of the touches they had shared when they had been kids, behind the safety of a schoolbook and the wild growth of a garden or sometimes tucked away in the corner of a dock wall.

Now they weren’t kids anymore, however, freed from their parents' watchful eye. He could do all that.

Herakles chuckled and despite the hour, it was a joyful little sound. Michele had put the coffee cup down and thought to get a glass of water to wash the coffee out of his mouth. He didn’t dare look at Herakles.

“You know who also changed my name?” Herakles asked and Michele glanced at him.

“Who?” The grounds stuck to his tongue and the walls of his mouth, but he wouldn’t say anything. Not unless Herakles said something first.

“Natasa. She calls me Iraklis, because she thinks Herakles is pretty pretentious in this day and age.” He chuckled again, his eyes on the table instead of Michele, and a faint smile on his face. “Maybe that’s also the reason why we Greeks changed all the words you Sicilians kept.”

Michele chuckled to himself. He got up to fetch a glass of water.

“She's been a big help in navigating this Shark Tank. Calls me Ira for short,” Herakles said and Michele nearly choked on the water. One last chuckle left Herakles, more of an amused sigh.

“Oh,” Michele said, as steady as his voice could manage.

“Interesting.”

Herakles looked at him from the corner of his eyes. “Yeah?”

In Italian, Ira means wrath.

They weren’t kids anymore, Michele thought. He wanted to sleep.

So he put his glass of water down, walked over to Herakles and peered inside his coffee cup. Empty, but so carefully drunk that he didn’t inhale the grounds.

“Iri means to go in Sicilian,” Michele said. Herakles had turned towards him. “I think I want to go to bed.”

Up close, he saw the dark circles underneath Herakles’ eyes. There was a cut on his thumb that hadn’t yet fully healed. Scratch marks peaked out underneath his hair and shirt.

And Michele didn’t care one bit for any of it, because it didn’t change that Herakles was so beautiful it knocked the breath out of Michele’s lungs.

Herakles scooted back with his chair, a dull sound on the old tiles, and welcomed Michele onto his lap. His hands steadied him as he sat down and one found its way into Michele’s hair as he kissed him. He liked the warm and heavy weight against his head and his own thumb brushed over Herakles’ cheek. Herakles’ lips were soft and warm and when his tongue darted out into the other’s mouth or it willingly met Herakles’ in his own, there was a faint taste of sugar and coffee.

Herakles broke their kiss and pulled back. When Michele opened his eyes, they went wide upon meeting Herakles’ stare. The pleading in his eyes scared him.

“Mihalis,” Herakles then whispered and Michele was ready to keel over.

“Erculi,” he got out, voice on the verge of tears and held onto Herakles for dear life as they kissed again.

~*~

"Taddarita/Nychterida [νυχτερίδα]" = Bat

"Carusu/Agori [αγόρι]" = Boy (In Greek, it can also be used to mean "Boyfriend". Since the Italian ragazzo works the same way, I assume the Sicilian carusu can also refer to a boyfriend. Do with that information what you will.)

"Liccu/Lihoudis" = Greedy; To have a sweet tooth

#aphrarepairweek2021 #day 1: language #aph #hetalia #hws #aph greece #hws greece #hetalia oc #aph sicily #hws sicily #aph gresic #hws gresic #storie nostre #hera #miche #gresic #oh BOY OH BOY OH BOY #I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS #PLEASE ENJOY EVERYONE

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