#cronus x listener

[upsidedownwithsteve]

A soulmate AU: Steve Harrington x fem!reader [2.6K]

THE TIMELINE

“Love is born into every human being; it calls back the halves of our original nature together; it tries to make one out of two and heal the wound of human nature. Each of us, then, is a ‘matching half’ of a human whole…and each of us is always seeking the half that matches him.”

- Aristophanes, Plato’s Symposium.

I. ATHENS, GREECE: 8TH CENTURY BC

The gods were angry.

Or so you’d heard. It started with whispers. Murmurs from the town and its people. Rumours spread across Athens the same way the breeze did at the start of summer. They said the gods were angry, furious.

How could the mortals be so silly? How could they possibly rile their gods like this? Again?

Stupid humans, foolish humans.

You didn’t understand.

But then one morning before the sun rose, you awoke to a reddened sky and a heavy wind, a storm brewing over the horizon, a dark mass you could see above the sea from your bedroom window. Preachers took to the streets then, standing on the cobbles with bells ringing above their heads, warning every person listening about the end of times. It had happened before, they said, their faces masks of horror. It was happening again.

The gardens all died, grass turning black, crops to dust, life fleeing from the ocean as Poseidon uprooted the seafloor, waves crashing against the cliff's edge. Athens turned to decay, colour slipping from the world as the gods ruled over it from the skies and sea. A punishment fit for the crime, the elders said, telling stories at the marketplace, of how their own grandparents had once been born together, joined at the heart, four arms and four legs.

One soul.

They said Zeus came from Olympus, that he’d crashed down to earth riding a bolt of lightning and he ripped the mortals apart. They said it was a bloodshed, rivers of red running through the plazas, wells turning thick like tar.

Zeus cursed everyone, you heard. Your kind had been getting too prideful, too full of ego and greed and want for more. The gods feared an uprising, they sat on their thrones and they resented to power you all craved.

So they did something about it.

With their wounds left to heal on their own over months and years, each half of a mortal was thrown to different corners of the earth, destined to spend the rest of their lives searching for the other half of their soul.

It seemed nothing more than a fable, a horror story for children, something you would never have believed. Soulmates? Someone made just for you? An impossible notion, you were sure you would have once thought, if you hadn’t already met yours.

He was at the forge when the first bolt of lightning hit the ground.

The concrete split and temples on the cliff sides shook, the tiles on each home shattering as they fell. You heard people yelling from your garden as the ground shuddered and an eerie quiet followed. A hollow silence, a calm before a storm and then something else hit the ground too.

Bigger, heavier, more powerful.

You dropped your basket and ran.

Still barefoot, you left the sodden clothes on the grass and fled, passing the sanctuary of your home, the temples beyond the rivers, the forests that came before the sea. You ran to the plaza, through the marketplace that was buzzing with fear, shoulders burning with pain as you slammed your way past everyone who ran against you. You were battling a tidal wave of townsfolk, each one crying and yelling.

You heard shouts of Titans! Furies!

People yelled out names they once didn’t dare whisper, each word said like a curse. Cronus, Crius, Oceanus, Thea. Standing on the marble steps of the Parthenon, a preacher in guided robes had blood running down the side of his face, a cut on his head matting his greying hair. He was ashen, clutching at his scribes and shouting at the frenzied crowd below.

“Tartarus has risen!” He yelled, “the gates of Hades have opened and we, foolish mortals, shall pay for our sins! The father of gods shall come for us, he shall feast upon thy flesh and bone and—”

The preacher's harrowing words were cut off abruptly as another crack in the earth opened up. The shining marble split and the man fell through, the world itself swallowing him whole. You didn’t have time to react more than a strangled cry coming from somewhere deep in your chest. You clasped your hand to your mouth, fearing you’d lose your breakfast, that you’d become too dizzy to keep moving.

The ocean was growing closer, too tall waves and swirling, dark pools buried into its depths. Ships were being sucked under, their white sails the last thing you saw before they were swallowed by Poseidon’s fury. A golden chariot raced down from the sky, sparks flying in the air as it landed on the roof of the Acropolis. More marble shattered and Ares, the god of war, had landed on earth to do his duty.

By the time you reached the forge, the plaza was running red, just like the elders had said it would. The bronzed statue of Hephaestus that guarded the entrance to the blacksmiths had come to life, the god himself taking its form as he spewed fire across the village, molten heat and steel dripping from his large hands, coal crumbling at his feet. The air smelled like ash, like fire and death.

As you searched for him - your other half - eyes wide and frantic, your chest heaving, Hades stood in the shadows across the cobbled road. Inky black dripped from him, from his robes, his skin, his mouth. He looked ghoulish until he stepped into what was left of the daylight, a trick of the sun turning his gaunt face handsome. He grinned at you, each tooth pointed and sharp and he held out a hand. A pomegranate was placed in his palm, the fruit cracked open and the ruby seeds spilling out of it like tiny jewels. He beckoned you, a voice in your head whispering, silky, sultry, full of promises that couldn’t be real.

Surely eternal damnation was better than a fate like this?

You moved, your body not your own, one foot in front of the other, your hand outstretched. Images flashed through your head, dark swirls of three headed dogs, rivers made of souls and gates of bones. But when they opened, there was a garden, more beautiful than the ones in Athens, with their marble pillars and fountains that led into ponds. In this garden, temples stood gleaming and tall, with maidens dancing amongst rose bushes, naked and with hair to their waists. They waved to you, more scarlet coloured fruit held in their hands and they were laughing, singing, pulling you closer--

Another bolt of lightning - bigger and louder and brighter than before - hit the ground and the maidens disappeared. The god of the underworld grinned once more before he stepped back into the shadows and turned to smoke, melting into the bloodied ground.

Zeus had landed in Athens.

And you couldn’t find Steve.

Steve Harrington, son of the town’s head blacksmith, was tending to the forge when the first god came to earth. He’d left you in bed, the threadbare sheets around you still warm, your skin littered with his leftover kisses, marks from his greedy fingers the night before. The sky had been scarlet when he walked across the plaza and in the far distance, a plume of smoke rose from what seemed like the ocean. The Methana volcano was simmering, waiting, spewing fumes of gas and dust.

A warning.

The forge cracked when Zeus arrived, the bricks splitting along with the forge floor, cobbles and bricks turning to rubble under the men’s feet. Fire and coal tumbled from the cast iron cages, half made swords of burning steel falling at their feet. The sky above rumbled, the windows shattering as bolts of lightning hit the land and people screamed, torturous sounds that made Steve run blindly out into the plaza.

Some were kneeling, their heads bent and their palms open to the sky, to the gods. A sacrifice that was ignored. Others ran, diving into buildings that immediately fell on top of them and Steve watched in horror as people dropped before him, falling like sacks, crumpled to the ground as they clutched their chests in agony. They called out their lovers' names, their voices hoarse, pleading, desperate and all at once, a crowd surged behind Steve, carrying him with them, his shoulders burning at the momentum.

He had to find you.

The market was in ruins, once fresh vegetables and fruits now smashed into the concrete, the smell of baked bread hidden under burning embers. Panicked horses fled their owners and carts, almost knocking Steve to the ground as they tried to escape the carnage. The sea level was rising, the shadows of boat sails towering over marble buildings, the hulls of ships teetering closer to pillars that once held the statues of the gods now seeking revenge. Steve had been raised to honour them, to covet them, to fear them.

And he’d never felt as scared as he did when he spotted you across the square, eyes wide and not yet finding his, your gaze too trained on the statue of Aphrodite that was crashing down too close to you. The white marble hit the floor and shattered, sending clouds of dust and dirt into the already smoke filled air and you disappeared from Steve’s sight once more.

Panic flooded him, a fear like no other and suddenly the gods that reigned from the seas and skies didn’t seem as terrifying anymore.

He yelled your name, choking on the fumes from the fires that had started to rage all around, Hephaestus riding a cloud of black coals and burning embers as he let fire pour from his palms and open mouth, a gaping maw of molten lava that dripped from and melted everything and everyone it touched. Steve flung himself to the ground to avoid the flames, crawling desperately forward before he caught himself and began to run again, hissing as the gaps in his shoes filled with shards of broken stone. Red poured from the soles of his feet but he didn’t think anything could hurt as much as the thought of losing you.

Again, he screamed for you, the letters of your name hitching in his throat, scratching like glass and more people tore in front of his path, running from the destruction. Bodies fell before him, couples forever trapped in a lovers embrace, their faces hidden in each other's chests. They became one again, four arms, four legs, two faces.

Joined at a heart that was no longer beating.

Steve didn’t want to die without you.

He found you in the rubble as Zeus moved closer, a grey and white shadow of a man, a huge hulking figure that didn’t seem real. He didn’t look like his marble castings, the statues that were gilded with gold leaf. He wore no olive laurel on his head, he bore no kind smile nor gentle eyes. Instead he held bolts of lightning in his hands like swords, like spears, throwing them at his victims with cruel precision.

A storm followed him, bigger than anything Steve had ever seen before. It turned the red clouds above the god purple and black, an inky slurry of darkness and electricity crackled between spaces. The air buzzed and Steve’s skin prickled, the static making his ripped and bloodied shirt cling to his damp chest.

Poseidon had finally shown himself, emerging from the waves, his skin a sickly green, his eyes darker than the deepest depths of the sea he came from. He held a triton, seaweed hanging from its points, his body scarred and battered from the horrors he created in the oceans. He seemed too big, a giant, an almost titan and rain poured from Zeus’ purple clouds as he advanced onto Athens.

Steve saw your arm, a limp hand from beneath a pile of stone and he cried as he lifted each piece of what was once Aphrodite. The marble face of the goddess of love smiled warmly at him and it felt mocking, it felt like an arrow to the chest.

You were still alive, barely awake, nose dripping blood and a slice across your forehead that narrowly missed your eye. You cried when Steve pulled you free, his strong arms wrapped around your torso and you clung to him, barely daring to look at the horrors that surrounded you. He smelled like smoke and fire and the metal sting of blood, but under it all, there was something like home that still lay on his skin.

He seemed frantic, calling your name over and over until you nodded and said his back, like it was only upon hearing your voice that he believed you were alive. Steve sat amongst the debris of Aphrodite and held you, your weak frame pulled into his lap and he cradled you there, your head on his shoulder and your arms around his neck.

You weren’t sure what you coveted more fiercely, the young man or your last breath.

A shadow lingered nearby, listening to the soft murmurs you shared the pretty lies you both needed to hear as you told each other it would be okay. Hades stood close, statuesque and with black plumes at the bottom of his dark robes, a midnight blue cast over his skin. He looked like he’d never been close to looking human. He held a timepiece in one hand, a golden thing that ticked too loudly and he grinned at you and Steve, watching, waiting as two creatures by his feet held scrolls of names. They were made od nothing kind, created from bone and other people’s spines, their too long tails and forked tongues that flickered over the skin of the dead as they sent their souls below.

Steve knew he’d fight a god before he let them take you.

But he didn’t get such the luxury of battling for his lover. Zeus moved closer still, rain pouring harder, electricity making his hair stand on end. The father of gods himself stood tall before you both, his eyes as white as his long hair and beard. Nothing about him softened as he gazed down at you both intertwined, blood from each other staining your lover's skin.

Steve pulled you closer, his hand cupping the nape of your neck as he pushed your face to his throat, shielding you, protecting you. You clung to him tighter, hands fisting in the rags of his old shirt and you wondered if you’d ever get to see him again. If this life was it, if this was all you were allowed.

The two of you in the ruins of Athens, the goddess of love shattered at your feet. Four legs, four arms, two faces, one soul. Connected by a heart that seemed weaker than ever in the presence of something cruel.

Silence came before the crack, the world stilling, Athens at peace. You found solace in Steve, your nose pressed to his neck as you held onto him, praying for something painless. You pushed two kisses to his skin then, the side of his throat that seemed to make your lips fizz and Steve sucked in a breath, his lips at your temple, cherishing the last touch he got of you.

“I love you,” Steve whispered and his voice cracked on each word. Tears from his eyes stream the dirt on his face, running rivers down your cheek until they mixed with your own. “I’ll find you again. In the next life, and the next again. I prom—”

A bolt of lightning, so hot it felt frozen, struck the breath of space between your chests. Something inside of you cracked then, ribs splintering as the weapon found your heart and you couldn’t feel Steve’s arms around you anymore.

You couldn’t feel anything.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington smut #Steve Harrington fanfiction #Steve Harrington fanfic #Steve Harrington oneshot

[assortedvillainvault]

Hi! I'd like to make a request, please. It's a Disney Hades x Fem! reader; She's a introvert, quite quiet and all – also shy with affection in general as she's not used to it. But is sometimes quite sassy; likings to make horrible jokes ( it could be in an early stage of the romantic relationship; Or her shying at first, opening up more as the relationship progresses; Or friends to Lovers. Do what your heart desires! Would like to record my love for your writingis; it's captivating!

I do like me a shy self insert every now and again - lets face it, not many of us would exactly be confident in this scenario.

Forgive me if I switch it up a little, strangers-to-friends-to-lovers stops for absolsutely no-one, not even Death. I'm aiming for your tear ducts as I punch this out.

Disney Hades x Shy!Dead!Female!Reader

So. You're dead.

You thought it would come with more fanfare, but you slipped from life into the styx with naught but a swoop of vertigo and the feeling of swimming in a mass of cold slimy sardines.

When the current nudged you toward the shore you didn't think twice, you clawed your way straight out of there and sat, shivering, on the shores of the Underworld. The blue brazier light reflecting off the wet walls and broiling river was oldly peaceful, casting your translucent soul in a gentle, if dispassionate, light.

Until Hades was slam dunked into the styx himself and the Underworld entrance thunderously sealed by an emormous bolt of lighting.

You weren't stupid enough to hang around an angry god and ran to hide immediately.

After several days? Weeks? Hard to tell with no sunlight - you found a routine.

The few souls and monsters being used as guards were easy to avoid. You mastered moving silently as a ghost pretty much instantly, years of self imposed distance and quiet sneaking making the transition easier than you expected. With nothing else to do, you began to explore.

Caverns larger than Athens, strings of glow worms, the gentle trickle of water, rooms of every crystal imaginable, the roar of distant waterfalls as the rivers looped around the realm of the dead, it was all breathtaking.

...it was all quiet. All lonely.

It was all the domain of one trapped, angry, depressed as all fuck son of Cronus who seemed to be making it his eternal life's mission to find you and sling you back into the river.

Close escape after close escape, relying more on his crazed muttering and random slings of fire to slip away as he gritted his teeth and all but screamed in near frustration.

This was a job for imps and contracted souls, but Hades was the picture definition of stir-crazy and frankly losing his marbles.

He hated this place. He hated the dark, he hated the souls, he hated hated hated hated-

You find him later sat on the shores of Acheron, heat making the air swim around him even as his flame remained stubbornly blue. He was staring blindly at the cavern ceiling, and something thick and golden dripped from his fingers.

A tiny gasp escapes as you realise he's burned so hot in his latest tantrum that the sand around him had been blasted to glass. Drops and smudges of ichor -godblood- were scattered around him.

He wasn't moving to fix it.

One ear had twitched. He knew you were there.

"The fuck you want?" you frowned as the flat syllables hit the still air. "'Cos if it's out, we're both fresh out of luck."

You shuffled. "...bit of conversation might be nice, I guess." You mumbled.

Hades said nothing for a while.

You met up in another cavern sometime weeks? later. This one was made of amethyst, and you hid behind a pillar while he idly flicked crystals from their towers and yammered bitterly. You said single words here and there, letting him vent.

And again, behind the curtains of Acheron's waterfalls.

And again in the plains of Asphodel.

And again, and again, and again...

It's nearly a year since you died and you're listening to the Lord of the Dead skim stones into a bottomless pool and snort out bad puns like there's no tomorrow. You're cracking back jokes just as bad from your hiding place behind a boulder.

The stone skimming stopped. "...Heh. Y'know, this is nice." His cloak rustled as he sat himself down again. "Honestly for a figment of my imagination you're not so bad. Least I'm going mad with a laugh."

...what?

"Oh yeah nah, I know you can't be real babe, I mean lets face it - no soul has ever endured my company when they had the option not to, and I've never gotten a good look at you, only heard you - and trust me I know what sleep deprivation does to me, oy you should have heard the shit I was hallucinating once when I pulled two months of no sleep..." he waved a hand and you felt your heart break a little bit without knowing quite why. "...so, yeah, thanks I guess, cute little voice, for keeping me company. You're probably the nicest mental breakdown I've ever had."

You're still as a stone in your little hidey hole. You step out from your hiding place. Stride to the shore, sit gently next to a god three times your size and very deliberatly do not look at him.

He's finding the wall of immense interest himself.

"...You're welcome, Hades."

It's a short beat before he exhales shakily. "Yeah, I...yeah."

He's a God of the Dead, he knows exactly what he's feeling when wisps of your soul drift against his arm. But for the minute he can't, won't process that.

You're ok with being his little hallucination, for now.

#thalassa responds #hades x reader #disney hades #x reader #we are once again rolling out the words train for Hades #this man is depressed #I want to put him in a jar and shake him #this ends as the 'relationship' starts I guess? #Slight warning for angst at the end #disney villains #disney villains x reader

[broadway-sollux]

happy halloween.

2iince iit2 2pooky 2ea2on maybee 2omeone wiill actwoally lii2ten two me about dyiing.

lyriic2 by me, iincrediible cover art by ghostlyGrimalkin (thank2 for addiitiional voiice2 two @broadway-karkat, @broadwayy-kanaya, @broadway-jade, @broadway-caliborn, and titularTirade)

[Various voices, including a confused Caliborn for some reason]

Alright, everybody sit down, shut up, and listen Since none of you will listen when I say it to you I’m going to sing it this time since that's all you people care about I’m going to start with A and I'm gonna end with Z Hey, is the tune ready??

*buzzing*

Alright

One, and a two

A’s for Aradia blasted to bits B is for Batterwitch finally hit C is for Cronus diseased in the brain D’s for Damara who couldn’t abstain E is for Eridan split with a saw F is for Feferi shot after draw G is for Gamzee halved by a jade H is for Horuss who’s matesprit was fake

One by one we bite the dust Kick the bucket and begin to rust Give up the ghost when your number's up We all fall down Ashes to ashes, bones to paste You wither away in your resting place Eternity in a culling case We all fall down

I is for Idarat hit by a train J is for Jeevik meme’d and then slain K is for Karkat impaled by a trident L’s for Latula who’s nose couldn’t scent M’s for Mituna exploded to save N’s for Nepeta with EQ to the grave O is for Orphaner told a bad joke P is for Porrim who’s game fucking broke

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

[Various voices]

One by one we bite the dust Kick the bucket and begin to rust Give up the ghost when your number's up We all fall down Ashes to ashes, bones to paste You wither away in your resting place Eternity in a culling case We’ll all fall down

Q is for Questbed which few of us reach R is for Rufioh sick cheating leech S is for Sollux who’ll twice meet his doom T is for Tavros whos legs go kaboom U’s for Ursama who the drone attacked V is for Vriska stabbed in the back  W is for Wanshi who lied in a trial X is for Xefros culled basic style Y is for Yiffy writhing in pain Z’s for Zahhak when Gamzee goes Insane

#broadway sollux #sollux captor #homestuck #broadwaystuck #broadway homestuck #twofoldAnnihilation #a gorey demise #happy halloween #2ong2 #2ollux.txt

[dorosen]

Re: Horuss / Cronus fic

Do you have ideas for prompts or AUs you would be interested in seeing? I would love to have smth to work on while I grind away at colleg. Let me know!

Receiving this ask is synonymous with having a bar of gold strike me down on my lap from a plane flying overhead.

But yeah, I've got a few ideas! I mostly like to think about them working around their unspoken feelings for each other (that fluctuates between red and black), knowing there's some sort of connection there that they don't acknowledge because of their situation. 

A few dynamics I enjoy, which I think Cronus x Horuss fit well in to, are: lots of tension (where they keep taking it further even though they know they shouldn't), very intense feelings (one-sided or mutual), unable to be together (in this case, because one of them is already in a committed relationship), and contrast (physical/personality).

Cronus was a huge nerd when he was younger, and Horuss (also very nerdy) has remained fairly consistent with his interests throughout his life. However, I don't believe they got along well when they were younger, mostly because Cronus was too upfront with his intentions, and Horuss wouldn't sit back and take any of it (I imagine a lot of the childish flirting fell flat since Horuss wouldn't get it at first). I do imagine banter was frequent between them (and probably still is on occasion), with it mostly being Cronus bothering Horuss until he either logged off or blocked him. That is until he has that personality shift when he's older, which I feel is something Cronus would take advantage of. Not to mention, Horuss is fairly oblivious and probably wouldn't back away from any advancements until they were taken too far, causing him to revert back to his old self momentarily to address the situation. Both of them are also pretty emotional, and their perspective on the hemospectrum lines up pretty well. I feel like interacting would gradually bring out the worst in each other, but oddly enough, it would work. Horuss, in Aranea's words, is a lover, and Cronus just wants someone to bone, so I feel like they'd satisfy each other's needs pretty well, as messy as it would get. Ultimately, it'd just be two loners getting along in a pretty dysfunctional way, but hey, at least it works for them (and thank god they keep away from everyone else since they're too invested in each other). And truthfully I feel like Cronus' crappy pick up lines would actually work on Horuss by that point.

ANYWAY with that long spiel out of the way...

I'm always a sucker for Cronus being Horuss' rebound post break up, with them developing genuine feelings for each other as time passes. I also enjoy the idea of Cronus being a little obsessive and integrating himself into Horuss' life (or afterlife?) more and more. But man, one of my favorites has got to be them fighting, straight up. Cronus would get a kick out of tormenting Horuss and his happy facade, tearing it down a bit. But this wouldn't go so smoothly, as Horuss isn't exactly a pushover (he can be defiant when he wants to be). Now this one isn't really a prompt, but I find it funny that Horuss is one of the few trolls who willingly listens to Kankri talk. They seem to be decent buddies who would dump information to each other for hours. And seeing as Cronus and Kankri frequently engage in an ego jerk circle with one another, Horuss being thrown into that mix would be like tossing a wrench into a jet turbine.

Sorry if it isn't too clear btw, this specific pairing is so interesting to me

#txt #croruss #I have too much to say about them and not enough time grr

[toycarousel]

(Homestuck, Cronus/Listener erotic fanfiction basically, 18+pls). This is a Cronus/male!Listener commission! The script was written by squidtwinkie.tumblr.com (thank you so much for buying a commission from me! I appreciate it~!)

Summary: You and Cronus have been in a playful and loving relationship for some time, and after a long night, you decide to engage in a creative way of entertaining each other to unwind.

Script link here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Bisgm-z846a5ZqzbGt9-sSKvuxGF44BnKUDz78SIcQg/edit?usp=sharing

Twitter: (I tend to post both on my main and on my archive account a little earlier than tumblr -- out of fear about tumblr’s new puritan standards, ahahaha~!)

#homestuck #cronus ampora #cronus x listener #18+audiofanfiction #voiceacting

[godsofhumanity]

Kronos: The world is a cruel place, my love.

Kronos: Everywhere I go, all I see is death, and destruction...

Rhea: Probably because you're the one causing it.

#oopsies #true and factual conversations that have happened. correct quotes. #guys- ''i love you but i love me more'' by marina.. this has kronos and rhea vibes am i wrong? #it's 1.20 AM and i'm listening to it now. and it's real.. #kronos #rhea #cronus #cronos #greek titans #greek gods #incorrect greek gods #incorrect greek titans #incorrect greek mythology #incorrect mythology #greek mythology #mythology #s: final fantasy vii machinabridged #queuetzalcoatl #kronos x rhea #cronus x rhea #rhea x cronus #rhea x kronos

[maybestoryideas]

Yandere!Kankri/Listener/Cronus

A very unofficial continuation of “How to Dissect Love” by ToyCarousel.

Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated.

Kankri stands in the middle of the room, staring at the door in front of him.

KANKRI (to himself) Come on. You have to go down there sooner or later; best to do it now and get it over with. You can’t keep holding it off. Just... take a deep breath, and open the door...

He doesn’t move. He doesn’t react to the FARAWAY sound of WHEELS ROLLING CLOSER, not even when they STOP RIGHT BESIDE HIM.

LISTENER Kankri?

KANKRI Hm?

He turns and sees the Listener, sitting in a wheelchair.

KANKRI Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there. Not that I was intentionally ignoring you, I’m just a little distracted is all.

LISTENER Are you okay?

KANKRI No need to worry, everything’s fine. I just need a moment to... mentally prepare myself.

They both stare at the door, waiting for him to move.

LISTENER How is he?

KANKRI I assume you’re talking about Cronus? Well, his condition was stable the last time I checked, but that was a few hours ago. I really should go downstairs and check on him again...

He doesn’t move.

LISTENER Would you like me to go downstairs with you?

KANKRI (shout) No! You can’t! (beat) I... I'm sorry, I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you like that, and I certainly have no right to say what you can and cannot do. That being said, I don’t think it’s a good idea. You shouldn’t be traversing stairs with your injuries, for one thing. Plus... I don’t think you should see Cronus. At least not right now. Perhaps, once you’ve both had some time to recover.

LISTENER Oh, okay...

KANKRI Look, it’s been a long night. Perhaps you should get ready for bed? I’m going to go and check on him. It should only be a few minutes. Okay?

LISTENER Alright...

The Listener ROLLS THE CHAIR AWAY, down the hall and to their room. Kankri sighs and looks back to the door.

KANKRI Let’s just get this over with.

Kankri OPENS THE DOOR and takes a STEP. He PAUSES. Another STEP. PAUSE. STEP. STEP STEP. STEP-STEP-STEP...

KANKRI Cronus? Are you awake?

He takes the LAST STEP into the basement and sees Cronus sitting back in a hospital bed. He has lines of bandages taped to his body; there are rows of sutures under the bandages. There are straps around his wrists, tubes in his arm, and MACHINES at his side. He’s looking up with the thousand-yard-stare, only turning his head to look away when he finally notices

CRONUS Kankri..?

KANKRI Good evening, Cronus. How are you feeling? Any better than last night?

CRONUS ...Vwhat do you vwant?

KANKRI Well, first off I should apologize for interrupting your much-needed rest. You must be exhausted, so I’ll try to be brief with my visit. I just thought I should check and see how you’re doing. No sharp pains? No nausea or trouble breathing? If you’d like, I could get you some water or perhaps something to eat? You haven’t eaten anything all night.

No response.

KANKRI Cronus, I realize you’ve just been through an extremely traumatizing experience, but you need to understand that I truly want to help you in any way possible, and I can’t do that if you're not willing to talk to me.

No response.

KANKRI I understand; you have every right to be... upset; this is my fault and you don’t want to be around me. I know. Well, your vitals appear normal. I’ll leave you be and check on you again later.

Kankri leaves Cronus alone. He takes the first STEP-

CRONUS Please...

KANKRI (hopeful) Yes? What is it?

CRONUS ...Let us go.

KANKRI Cronus, I... (beat) I’m sorry, but I can’t do that.

CRONUS Please! Vwe vwon’t tell anyone vwhat happened, I promise! You still havwe their car, right? I’ll just tell evweryone that there vwas some kind of… accident. No one has to knowv that-

“you did this.”

That you... knewv vwhere vwe vwere. Okay?

No response. Then

KANKRI I’ll be back tomorrow evening.

A FEW MORE STEPS-

CRONUS (shouts; painful) KANKRI! At least tell me, vwhy are you doing this?!

After a moment of consideration, Kankri WALKS back DOWN THE STAIRS and over to Cronus.

KANKRI I love them.

CRONUS Kankri, this isn’t lovwe. This is… this is crazy! You need help!

KANKRI (offended) First off, I would appreciate it if you l refrained from using sensational language that diminishes those suffering from real psychological disorders; especially in such an exclusionary way. Secondly, isn’t it possible that we simply have different perceptions of what is and isn’t love? I was under the misconception that your feelings were those of infatuation, falsely labeled as love, but you proved me wrong. What if you’re merely doing the same? Surely you don’t believe I enjoy hurting the people I care about, right? That I’m truly that horrible?

CRONUS I... I don’t knowv vwhat to think anymore.

Stunned silence.

KANKRI Cronus, what’s the last thing you remember from last night?

CRONUS ...Vwhat?

KANKRI Last night. I realize you were unresponsive when we left the basement, but clearly you remember at least some of what happened. Haven’t you wondered how it is that you’re still alive? Given the extent and severity of your injuries, I honestly thought you were beyond saving. We couldn’t call for help and, even if we did, it would’ve been too late. But... they still wanted to save you, and they said I was the only one who could do it. I wasn’t convinced, but we reached a compromise in the end. I saved your life and, in return,

Kankri smiles. A real smile. It’s the first time he’s smiled all night.

KANKRI They agreed to stay with me as my matesprit. No more fighting, no more silent sulking, no more trying to leave.

CRONUS Vwhat?! But vwhy vwould you-

KANKRI Because, Cronus, I would do anything for my matesprit. They can pick you over me every time, and I’ll still do whatever they ask of me. Even if it means culling a hopeless, (growing angrier) garbage, undeserving seadweller, (calm) I would do anything if it meant keeping them here with me.

Kankri pauses and BRIEFLY LAUGHS, like he just realized the punchline to a joke.

KANKRI In that regard, one could argue that we’re quite similar. Perhaps you just need time to come around to the idea. Maybe, by the time your ribs have healed, you’ll see things from our point of view.

Stunned silence. No, not stunned. Furious.

CRONUS So that’s it?! You’re just gonna keep us locked up here so you don’t havwe to be alone vwith your fucked-up self?!

KANKRI Cronus, I told you-

CRONUS Vwho givwes a shit about vwhat you said?! Let us go! If you don’t-

KANKRI You’ll what? Beat me up? While I have no doubt when it comes to the nature of your intentions - after all, you quite literally bared your heart - you need to be realistic. Half of your ribs are fractured, you’ve lost an unhealthy amount of blood, and there are sutures running along the length of your torso. Honestly, it would be a miracle if you could even get out of bed on your own. Do you honestly think you can just walk out that door?

CRONUS Someone’ll come looking for us!

KANKRI You’re probably right, but if it only occurred to you last night to go looking for your- I’m sorry, my matesprit, then I can assume it’ll be at least a couple of weeks until anyone notices your presence. Or rather the lack thereof. (beat) Cronus, it’s obvious neither of us want you to be here. But if my matesprit does- if knowing that you’re being taken care of makes them happy, I will look after you. If you cooperate, I promise you will be safe and healthy. But if you try to escape or do anything to take away my matesprit, I will stop you. By any means necessary.

Kankri leaves, QUICKLY WALKS out of the basement, and SLAMS the door shut. He continues down the hallways before pausing at a door. He hesitates before SOFTLY KNOCKING

LISTENER (O.S.) Yes?

KANKRI Do you mind if I come in?

LISTENER (O.S.) ...You can come in.

The door CLICKS OPEN, and Kankri sees the Listener, sitting in bed.

KANKRI I’m sorry; I didn’t wake you, did I?

LISTENER I, um... couldn’t sleep.

KANKRI So I suppose that means you overheard us?

LISTENER Some of it.

Kankri sighs. This is not how he hoped things would go. The Listener pauses before moving to the side and PATTING the spot next to them.

LISTENER Do you want to talk?

KANKRI Are you sure? You don’t have to force yourself outside your comfort zone for my sake, and I certainly wouldn’t want to intrude on your personal boundaries.

LISTENER It’s okay.

KANKRI Well... if you’re sure it’s okay. But, please don’t hesitate to tell me if I’m making you feel triggered in any way.

Kankri enters the room and sits down next to them. He adjusts himself so they’re facing each other, but not touching.

KANKRI Like this?

LISTENER Perfect.

KANKRI Okay...

LISTENER So what’s wrong?

KANKRI Nothing’s wrong; everything’s...

“fine”. They both know that’s a lie.

KANKRI Well, I guess everything’s not fine. Cronus isn’t exactly thrilled with our arrangement, understandably so. I’m afraid I lost my temper with him.

LISTENER Is there anything I can do to help?

KANKRI Honestly, just having you here, listening to me, is more than enough help. Besides, you shouldn’t push yourself too hard; you still need time to let your fins heal.

LISTENER Okay.

KANKRI Speaking of which, are you having any difficulty navigating my hive? I wasn’t expecting you to be out and about so soon, so there are still some adjustments that need to be made but, honestly that’s my own fault; I should’ve arranged the place to be wheelchair accessible ages ago.

LISTENER It’s fine.

KANKRI You don’t have to spare my feelings.

LISTENER I’m fine, I promise.

KANKRI Okay. But tell me right away if you need help with anything. It’s really no trouble. (beat) ...You know I love you, right?

LISTENER Yes.

KANKRI And I would never want to hurt you...

LISTENER Yes.

He frowns and stands up.

LISTENER Kankri?

KANKRI Sorry, I just...

“have to get rid of the car”.

I have to run some errands very soon. Again, sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you.

LISTENER Okay..?

He sighs.

KANKRI It’s getting late. I’d like to stay and talk some more, but I should be getting ready for sleep myself. Would you like anything while I’m up?

LISTENER I’m fine, thank you.

KANKRI Very well, then. I’ll see you tomorrow. And... thank you. For listening to me.

He walks out of the room and GENTLY CLOSES THE DOOR.

If it weren’t for the silence, you wouldn’t even notice the QUIET SQUEAK AS THE DOOR OPENS. SOFT, SLOW FOOTSTEPS travel DOWN THE STAIRS, They’re UNEVEN, like someone with a limp.

LISTENER Cronus?

As quietly as possible, they approach the bed and GENTLY SHAKE his shoulder.

LISTENER Wake up.

Cronus opens his eyes, panicking for a second before seeing the Listener and relaxing. They undo his wrist straps.

CRONUS Oh, thank God, it’s you. Are you okay?! He didn’t see you, did he?

LISTENER No, I don’t think so.

CRONUS Good. Vwhat are you doing dowvn here? Did you find a vway out?!

LISTENER No. All of the doors and windows are locked.

CRONUS And I’m guessing Kankri’s the only one vwith the keys. Great. Vwhat about tools or vweapons. I don’t vwanna fight him if vwe don’t havwe to, but maybe vwe can - I don’t knowv - knock him out or hold him back until help arrivwes?

LISTENER Well, I found this in the bathroom...

The Listener takes out a BOTTLE OF PILLS from their pocket and hands it to Cronus.

CRONUS Vwhat’re these, sleeping pills?

He reads the label

Vwoah, this is some strong shit. Vwhy does he evwen-

“have these?”

I don’t vwanna knowv. You should probably hang onto anything you find. I can’t do anything vwith them vwhile I’m stuck dowvn here.

The Listener takes back the PILLS and pockets them.

CRONUS Howv are your, um...

LISTENER “Fins”?

CRONUS I vwas gonna say ‘injuries’.

LISTENER It still hurts a lot. But at least I can walk.

CRONUS I guess that’s good... (beat) I still can’t believwe he vwould do something like this. I... I should’vwe realized something vwas vwrong.

LISTENER You couldn’t have known this would happen.

CRONUS But I still could’vwe done something to stop this! I knewv Kankri vwas acting strange; what if I’d said something to him, or vwarned you ahead of time- hell, I could’vwe gotten actual help instead of just barging in and trying to be a hero. Nowv vwe’re stuck here and-

LISTENER This isn’t your fault.

CRONUS But I... (beat) I couldn’t savwe you. I asked evweryone and looked evweryvhwere, but you just disappeared, and when I finally figured out vwhere you vwere, I couldn’t do anything to help you.

LISTENER We can still make it out of here.

CRONUS You keep saying vwe’ll get out of here, but do you actually know howv?! You can barely vwalk, I’m trapped dowvn here, and Kankri’s vwith at least one of us all the time!

LISTENER What about the car?

CRONUS The car? From vhwat I saw, it’s completely vwrecked.

LISTENER He’ll have to get rid of it before someone sees it and gets suspicious.

CRONUS ...Vwhich means he’ll havwe to leavwe the hivwe to take it somevwhere else. Vwould that buy us enough time?

LISTENER Enough time to get out of here and get help.

CRONUS Vwhat if he catches us?

LISTENER He won’t.

CRONUS Howv can you be so sure?

LISTENER We’ll be okay as long as we have a good plan.

CRONUS A plan. (beat) Okay, I’m in. I’m not sure howv much help I’ll be, stuck in the basement, but I’ll help anyvway I can. Just... promise me that you’ll look out for yourself. Like, if it comes dowvn to savwing me or getting out alivwe-

LISTENER I won’t let that happen. We’ll save ourselves.

He LAUGHS. Not fully convinced, but just a little more hopeful.

CRONUS Right. Vwe'll get out of here together.

#homestuck #kankri vantas #cronus ampora #x listener #x reader #kankri x reader #cronus x reader #script #yandere

[vikkirosko]

Could you possibly do a super like chill(like its totally unexpected that their music taste doesn't match their outward apperance) transmasc s/o who wears dorky clothes and flannel all the fucking time and takes their partner thrift shopping. Or to like animated movies, and just all around a dork. But it turns out they listen to screamo bands/death metal, because it helps them with anxiety/stress and suprises their partner with their music tastes for Mituna, Cronus, Kankri, Horuss, and Rufioh?

Tysm!!! I love your work!

Headcanons Unusual musical taste

♊Mituna Captor x Reader 🛹

Mituna liked to go shopping with you, liked to watch different movies with you. He liked the way you dressed, the way you behaved. He loved everything about you

When he first heard the music you listen to, he was scared. He was not used to such loud and harsh music. You had to calm him down, after which he inundated you with questions about what it was. When you told him that such music helps you relieve stress, he was surprised. But, after you gave him a few songs to listen to, he was already sitting with you and singing along

Mituna is ready to support you in many ways. He likes spending time with you. It doesn't matter what you do, watch animated films, go shopping, or listen to music. For him, the main thing is that you do it together

♋Kankri Vantas x Reader💬

Kankri accepted you for who you are. He was ready to support you in everything. Unless, of course, you were not going to do anything immoral or offensive towards others. He was ready to protect you from others if someone tried to say something offensive to you

When he first heard the music that you listen to, he was extremely surprised. He hadn't expected this. But he had nothing against it either. When he found out that such music helps you relax and relieve stress, he told you that you can listen to any music you like, if you like it

Even though you had different musical tastes, Kankri continued to support you. He didn't care how you dressed or what music you listened to. He valued you as a person. A person who had her own views on life and her own interests. It made you you. This is exactly the kind of you he loved

♒Cronus Ampora x Reader 💜

Cronus loved going shopping with you. He liked spending a lot of time with you. He was proud that you didn't worry about what others might think of you

He liked your musical taste. He listened to music with you, went to buy new CDs with you. You sang along to the singers together, even during the most screaming moments. Once Cronus even tried to record his own song in your favorite genre

Cronus is glad that you accept yourself for who you are. He is always ready to support you, even if his friends do not approve of it. He is ready to survive this, if it will make you happy

♐Horuss Zahhak x Reader 🐴

Horuss has always expressed tacit approval to you. He wasn't particularly talkative, but he was always ready to help you with actions. He didn't really like to go shopping, but he went because you liked it. But he liked to watch animated films with you, especially if there were horses there

When he first heard the music that you listen to, he was surprised. After learning that such music helps you relax, he suggested that you improve your music center. He improved everything he could to make you enjoy your favorite music better

He liked to look at your happy face. He was willing to do a lot for you. Even if he wasn't particularly interested in it. For him, the main thing was that you were happy

♉Rufioh Nitram x Reader🧡

Rufioh was ready to support you in everything. He went shopping with you, even if his legs hurt a lot in the end, and praised almost everything that you tried on. He watched animated films with you, although some of them were not interesting to him. You were well aware of this, but he never refused you when you offered him something, just as you did not refuse him

When he heard the music you're listening to, he was in shock. He didn't expect this from you. But he didn't say anything against it, especially after he found out that it helps you relax. He didn't share your love for heavy music, but he didn't say anything against it either. After all, he understood how important it was for you

There were times in your relationship when your tastes did not coincide. Whether it's music or a pastime. But that didn't stop you from being together. You were ready to make concessions to each other. He listened to your favorite music with you. You played his favorite games with him. You loved each other, and it doesn't matter what exactly you did

#homestuck #homestuck headcanons #homestuck x reader #Mituna Captor #Mituna Captor x Reader #Kankri Vantas #Kankri Vantas x Reader #Cronus Ampora #Cronus Ampora x Reader #Horuss Zahhak #Horuss Zahhak x Reader #Rufioh Nitram #Rufioh Nitram x Reader

[seriouslysam8]

For the ask game, would you please answer questions numbered 2, 8, 14 (all of your titles have such cool names), 18 (I hope Abditory isn't one of them as that story rocks), 21, 24, 29, 30, 33, 34, 44, 51, 62, 76, 82, 85, 88, 90, and 98.

Sorry for asking so many, but I love your work! Entombed gave me so many feels! I found your stories because author Breanie said to read them in her author's notes. Best rec ever! Thank you for answering.

Wow, that is a lot of asks! Thank you so much for wanting to know so much about little ole me. I think I hit them all in this and my apologies if I missed one. Let me know if I missed one. @breaniebree is awesome and my writing BFF. She is amazing, and I love her.

2) What fandoms do you write for and do you have a particular favourite if you write for more than one?

So, I’ve written for The X-Files, Supernatural, and Harry Potter. I currently only write for Harry Potter. I would say Harry Potter has always been the most fun.

8) Where do you take your inspiration from?

Random shit. Brontide came to me because I was browsing the HPFanfiction subreddit looking for a story suggestion and someone asked for a story where Harry was addicted to Felix. Only one unfinished dimensional time travel story was listed. It idea sparked me to write my own version. Entombed came to me because I was rewatching Buffy the Vampire Slayer where Buffy was buried alive. I knew I wanted to bury Ginny alive. As I stated in the author’s notes of last Kalopsia chapter, I drew inspiration from the Djinn storyline in Supernatural. I write about things I know, too. I have young kids at home so I like writing the Potter children as young because I can mimic their mannerisms in my writing. I’ve even asked my kids to say certain words to emulate their speech pattern in my writing if I’m writing that age group.

14) How did you come up with the title for the XXX? You can ask about multiple stories.

I HATE coming up with titles. My newest trend has been to literally Google “unique words”. There are a ton of Pinterest accounts who make fancy word and definition pictures. I scroll through all these little unique words and pick out ones I think fit a story. Sometimes I Google a unique word for BLANK and see if I can get a cool version of that name. @breaniebree actually helped me with Entombed.

18) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

Sadly, I would put Abditory in this category. Never say never though. I think about it from time to time. Honestly, I abandoned it due to such a negative response I was receiving and the lack of positive response. I became discouraged. It wasn’t even negative response due to my writing, it was literally a bunch of “why would you waste your time writing a story about the biggest plot hole in the books? JKR butchered the whole SK storyline and it’s unbearable to read.” So, basically, my reviews and PMs were filled with JKR hate over that plot point in the books. They heavily outweighed the positive reviews I received. Honestly, I think that’s why a bulk of stories get abandoned - lack of positive reviews or enthusiasm for a story. If I didn’t get so many great reviews for my stories, I don’t know if I’d be able to finish them or continuing writing new ones. Fanfiction is free, (as it should be) but it’s a lot of time and hard work. A little appreciation goes a LONG way. So, my advice, review everything you love reading and encourage writers to keep writing. I always say in my authors notes that reviews make me want to write and inspire me. That’s the truth. The moment I stop getting reviews will probably be the time I take a writing break again.

21) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?

@breaniebree. I mean she’s dedicated years to a single story with so many plot lines and characters that I’m amazed she did it. She’s a fantastic writer, and I definitely consider her my writing BFF. I feel like I’ve learned a lot from her and enjoy talking about writing with her so much. I’m so glad we’ve become friends.

24) How do you feel about writing smutty scenes?

Horrified. Anytime I get a little steamy in my stories, it goes immediately to @breaniebree who usually adds way too much smut and then I cut it down to still be somewhat PG-13 in order to appeal to a wider audience.

29) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?

I feel like Kalopsia isn’t getting as much love as my other stories. I’m way behind in my normal review count per chapter. I wonder if it’s just the confusing storyline or if it’s just not as fun to read? But I was definitely worried it wouldn’t get the love I thought it deserved when I started writing it and it’s lived up to that expectation.

30) In contrast to 29, is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at?

Cronus Rising. People still recommend it occasionally and I still get random reviews. I’m like, “why????” Its horribly written and a stupid plot line. I literally was getting back into writing after not writing for a good five years, so it’s abysmal. I’ve often wanted to rage delete it.

33) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?

When someone tells me I should write an original novel and they’d buy the hell out of it. I do have some original novel ideas floating around (one I’ve been writing since I was like 15), but crippling fear of rejection from publishers have stopped me from ever actually finish an original novel.

34) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten?

I got some criticism in Brontide for having drama for drama’s sake with no real purpose or goal for said drama. I felt my drama served a purpose, drove the story along, and I add a lot of fluffy and cute family moments. I feel like in real life, when you to your loved one is going through sometime, it feels like nonstop drama and bad news and like a dark cloud just follows you. I wanted to emulate that in real life. So Harry’s POV was often drab because HE was the one going through something horrific and it was all doom and gloom for him.

44) What is the last line you wrote?

“You never think I listen to your ramblings, but it’s kind of hard to block out, mate.”

51) From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)

Um... I’d say a 3. I think I have some good and unique plots for stories but sometimes I struggle on how to execute those on paper effectively. I struggle with descriptions, action, and showing rather than telling. But I do think I’m good at dialogue and capturing a character’s personality. So, 3.

62) Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about.

A lot! I have a Teddy/Victoire stalker story in the works that I’m excited about. I have (this is going to sound weird) but an outsider rom-com planned where Ron/Hermione breakup right before Hinny’s wedding and Hinny struggles to get them back together before the big day. I have a Potter family vacation fluff/comedy story planned. I have a game night one-shot planned. I have a short story about Luna’s wedding. So many that I want to write and don’t know which one to write first!!

76) Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?

I’d say no. I’ve always tried to write my ideas down. Some I’ve never finished because inspiration peters off and some I plan on finishing once my newest big project is done.

82) Summarize a random fic of yours in 10 words or less.

Harry goes through some shit, and Ginny is his soulmate.

85) Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

I don’t understand why people don’t ship Harry/Ginny more. I don’t understand the Harry/Daphne obsessions (like just why???) or the Harry/Hermione ship at all. I always see people asking for story recommendation and they specific say “no Harry/Ginny”. They are literally perfect for one another and they are soulmates.

88) If you could ask one other fanfic author three questions about their writing, writing process, or works, what would they be and who would you ask?

@breaniebree .

1.) How do you organize all your charts? Send me the ALL the charts. Because I don’t understand how you keep everything straight!

2.) How do you write so much? You’re like a little writing machine in a cute little package.

3.) Where do all the ideas come from? In a dream? Just thinking? Driving? Do you write everything out in your head like meeee? Can I have some of your writing mojo?

90) How do you process and deal with negative reviews?

I obsess over them. I analyze them. I may get bummed out and not write for a few days. If you don’t like what I write, then don’t read or review. It’s a hobby. I do this for free. I’m not asking you to critique me. Give me a nice review or ask me a question, but don’t be cruel or mean because you can hide behind a keyboard and be a bully to make yourself feel superior.

98) If you had to give up either snacks and drinks during writing sessions, or music, which would you find more difficult to say goodbye to and why?

Music. I grew up with three older brothers. My house was always rowdy and loud and obnoxious. I need it to be loud. I can’t stand the silence or focus when it’s silent. I need music to help me think and write. When I’m home alone, I always turn on the TV or music, because I can’t stand when it’s silent. I think I’d go insane.

[homestuck-writing]

hi!! kankri x a reader that actually likes listening to him + some fluff? thanks!

this anon sent another ask tagging themselves with a unicorn emoji! so mx unicorn, i hope you enjoy these! (i tried a new-ish format so i hope you like it!)

The first time you and Kankri are alone together, you just check social media while in each other’s presence. You two don’t feel very comfortable together yet, so shared words are few and far between.

That is, they were until Kankri saw a post from one of his former favorite discourse accounts. Every post before this had been so in line with Kankri’s beliefs, how could they have turned on him like this?

The more slides he combs through the angrier he gets, and then he just can’t take it anymore. He starts muttering to himself angrily, trying to keep himself quiet so as not to disturb you, but you can still hear him.

When you turn to check in on him, his face is a bright, cherry red. It’s a little disturbing until you remember that’s just his blood color. He doesn’t notice your gaze, however, so he continues to grumble and huff to himself until you gently try to get his attention.

“Kankri? Is everything alright?” Is what gets his head to snap up and his eyes to widen and bore into yours simultaneously. He honestly forgot you were there for a moment, and the ensuing embarrassment is almost overwhelming.

Most people don’t like him because he rambles, rants, and raves, but at least those people still know him on some level beyond that. This is essentially his first impression on you besides “that quiet sweater guy who hangs out with you and cronus sometimes.” What if he ruins things with you before they even start?

He starts to apologize profusely, starting a new rant, but you stop him when he takes a breath to tell him you wouldn’t mind listening to what he has to say, which is a first for him. He’s taken aback, but after a moment he gets into it.

After an hour or two of Kankri talking with next to no room for you to speak he takes a deep breath. “What time is it?” He says as he lifts a sleeve to check his watch, “9h g99dness! I hadn’t realized it was s9 late! I’m s9rry f9r taking s9 much 9f y9ur time, I-” He almost starts again when you cut him off. “Please don’t apologize. I actually enjoyed it, we should do this again sometime!” 

Oh.

Oh!

This changes everything! He beams at you and asks if he can give you a hug. When you say yes, he pulls you in for what might be the most tender and appreciative hug you’ve ever received; he’s good at this. You then feel tears on your shoulder, and in alarm you pull him away to assess the situation only to find the biggest smile on his face.

You give him a gentle kiss on the cheek and he starts crying even harder. You’re not sure what to do to help him, but you can tell this will blossom into a beautiful friendship... or maybe more?

#this is the beginning of a slowburn fanfic isn't it #i'm sorry if this isn't what you wanted tell me and i'll fix it laksdjfkalsfj #unicorn anon #mod konyyl #homestuck x reader #homestuck imagines #kankri vantas #kankri x reader

[gem-tavvy]

if u dont mind getting multiple ships in one ask how do u feel about Marvus x Mallek, Mallek x Galekh, Eritav, Ruficro and Equigam?

marmal:

hmmmmm interesting! i guess mallek could be an interesting "straightman" (not literally of course) to marvus' sort of showyness! and they both have identical limos! personally i find it hard to like... draw a meaningful connection between the two of them but that's prolly bc i don't Understand marvus that much like i do tavros, so it's hard to see those dynamics! but i am gay so i think it's good!

malgal:

but i DOOOOOO love this one!!! prep nerd x punk nerd!!! hunk x tw(u/i)nk!!! blue boy x2 combo!!! what i love abt them is their interaction too!!! mallek calls galekh "button up" and i think that's pretty homoerotic like oh you want him to UN-button up huh buddy? also mallek gave him a tramp stamp and that's pretty romantic! very very good!!!

eritav:

a friend told me they hc eridan was the one who brought tavros back to his hive after his paralysis (bc he passed out and would have been burnt to a crisp in the sun) bc tavros' hive is on the shore and.... idk i kinda hc that too... i wish we got to see them like. interact! tavros with his dorkiness and eridan with his dramaticness, i feel like they could bounce off each other well, AND tavros could show eridan the kindness he doesn't get from basically almost any other troll, except karkat's karkattian kindness and sopor'd gamzee!! i think tavros would be very interested in listening to eridan talk about history and eridan would just be like. wait. someone actually likes listening to me talk about my interests??? anyways it's very good

ruficro:

beyond the fact that they're both cute boys if a little not very good at romance, i can't rly say i see them as being good....... Together. rufioh is tavros but with conflict avoidance at like eleven, and cronus is cronus! so i feel like if they were flushed, it would be the same unfortunate aspects about ghost horruf except amplified because cronus is far less subtle... i am willing to hear ur opinions on ruficro tho!!! it could just be bc i don't think abt them a lot!!!

equigam:

this is one of those ships that really work best when both characters have already addressed their flaws and are working to become better and healthier people! their banter pre murderstuck is VERY funny though and i love how obvious it is that equius is just INCREDIBLY gay for gamzee!

#marmal #malgal #eritav #ruficro #equigam #marvus xoloto #mallek adalov #galekh xigisi #eridan ampora #tavros nitram #rufioh nitram #cronus ampora #equius zahhak #gamzee makara #homestuck #hiveswap #ship ask meme

[btsslowburnfic]

Chthonic Love Chapter 3

Series Summary: Greek AU Yoongi/Hades x You/Persephone.  The Olympic Lord, Namjoon kidnaps you as a "gift" for his brother, ruler of the Underworld. Lord of Death: Yoongi.

Previous Chapter: Chapter 2

“Dear Hoseok,

I am sure you are quite worried about me and so I firstly want you to know that, all things considered, I am ok. Zeus brought me to the Underworld and Lord Yoongi has been a very gracious host. I’ve heard you lost a bet? I need to know what in Olympus happened so I can disentangle myself from any terms you have entered me into. Maybe now you’ll listen to me when I tell you to stop messing with the Olympians.

--Persephone”

You folded the letter and looked around for an envelope. You didn’t see any on the desk so you left and walked over to the door. You opened it and poked your head out to see if Yoongi was out there, but he wasn't. Feeling disappointed and not really wanting to go back to your cold, boring chamber, you turned back into the office. It was much warmer there than the rest of the castle. You appraised the room once more; you tried to remember what all you had heard about Lord Yoongi before today and you realized: not a whole lot. He seemed nice enough, just lightly annoyed that you were here. But if someone had dropped a person off in your house unexpectedly you would also be irritated.

You walked along one of the many bookcases and pulled out a few different books, perusing their covers. Some seem to be journals and you put those back, not wanting to be rude. A few of them have musical notes written in them, you turned your head towards the back of the office, noticing the Lyre and Harpsicord one again. Yoongi must play at least one of them. You continue to browse the shelves, finally finding a small book labeled, “Underworld Compendium.” You take it over to the pile of furs you had made earlier and settle in for some reading.

In the beginning there was Darkness. Before the brothers were Kings of the Realm, they were slaves to their father: Cronus. Cronus, not wanting to share any of his power, swallowed each of his sons, keeping them in interminable darkness and pain. Finally, their mother was able to spare a child: Zeus. Zeus led the charge against Cronus and the other Titans, and in his surprise, the enslaved children were accidentally released. The Titan Wars were waged for decades: Olympians versus Titans. Finally, Cronus was destroyed. The realms were divided amongst those sons who fought in the Titan Wars. Namjoon, who the mortals worship as Zeus, wanted Olympus and ascended to his throne with great fanfare and a feast that lasted for 40 days and 40 nights. Jin, Poseidon, enjoyed splashing in the waves and playing with the animals of the sea. Yoongi, Hades, traveled down from Olympus, through the Earth, Through the sea, and arrived at the Underworld.

GEOGRAPHY

The Underworld is comprised of many subsections. At the center of it lies the Obsidian Palace. Hewn into the very core of the Underworld, it is a sight to behold, visible from Erebos all the way to Oceanus. Surrounding the Obsidian Palace is the Desert of Sorrow, bordered by the Stygian Sea to the South….

You yawned and sat the book facedown on the furs. You found the book interesting, you really did, but between the warm fire and the crying earlier, your eyelids grew heavy. You decided to lay down for just a moment and before you knew it, Hypnos was proverbially knocking on your door.

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Yoongi had left you to write your letter in private. He’d deliver it to Charon either tonight or tomorrow. To his surprise, he wasn’t as annoyed by your presence as he thought he would be. He started to wonder when the last time he had talked to a person? He occasionally would speak to Penthos, but considering every day was the same, there wasn’t really much to say.

He walked down the hallway and heard voices speaking in a hushed tone.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m sure she’ll be leaving soon. She seems so nice. I don’t know what your problem is.” It was Lethe.

“She just walks in and acts like she owns the damned place,” Yoongi heard Penthos harshly retort.

Lethe laughed, “She’s a Goddess. The fact she didn’t disembowel you for speaking to her without being spoken to is really something. It’s clear you've never served in any other courts before. While Lord Yoongi is a quiet God, he’s a million times better than most of them.”

Penthos sighed, “I suppose you’re right about that. I’ll see you later.”

Yoongi waited a few seconds and then rounded the corner, he put his hands on his hips, “Lethe, Just the person I wanted to see.”

Lethe froze at first, clearly surprised. After a few seconds, she turned around, bowing slightly, “Yes, my Lord?”

“What room did you end up taking Lady Persephone to?”

“Uh…” she faltered for a moment, wringing her hands.

“I know you didn’t actually put her out in the furthest corner of the palace. It’s fine.”

She let out a deep breath, “She’s staying in the room with the quicksilver door. And I’m sorry she wandered around the castle. I didn’t know if she was supposed to stay in her room or if I was supposed to lock her up. Even though I don’t have a key. I really should have asked first but I didn’t,” Lethe rambled.

“Lethe, it's OK . She’s not a prisoner here, it’s fine.” Yoongi gave a rare smile to reassure her.

“Ok, thank you sir.” she visibly relaxed. “Do you need anything?”

“Just make sure Lady Persephone is comfortable while she is staying here. I’m not sure how long she will be staying, but consider yourself her attendant while she is here.”

Lethe was visibly surprised, “Yes, m’lord.”

This is what I get for complaining that things were too boring. He thought to himself.I’m just glad she’s calmed down. Crying women terrify me. Yoongi continued down the hallway to the furthest wing of the castle. He approached a large set of Enchanted doors. He raised his hands to the sigils and unlocked them. You can’t be too careful. He crossed the antechamber, twisting through another hallway, and finally down a staircase he hadn’t used in decades. He conjured a blue flame to light his path. The air had turned heavy and acrid in the absence of any fresh air. He continued until he arrived at the bottom of the staircase where the floor was dirt. He took a few steps into the small room which connected to the catacombs through various tunnels. He waited several moments before he heard the scratching sound begin against the wall. The sound came closer, accompanied by a clicking noise.

A voice that sounded like something being stretched uncomfortably over a wringer called out in the darkness. “Lord Yoongi. It’s been so long. What does the Lord of the Underworld require?”

Yoongi looked almost bored as the creature climbed closer; its hundreds of black eyes reflected his blue flame.

“Hello Arachne. How are the catacombs?”

“Such a kind Lord. Asking Arachne about the catacombs. This is why you’re my favorite.”

“The catacombs?”

“Fine my Lord. You know we keep the others down here. Its is our privilege to serve the Underworld.” she replies in her raspy voice. Dozens of smaller spiders have started to enter the chamber. Arachne’s children crawl over the walls, eager to catch a rare glimpse of the ruler of the underworld.

Yoongi turned his gaze back to Arachne’s eyes, “Clothes, Arachne. I need dresses. Nice ones, suitable for a Lady.”

The creature let out a cacophonous sound like gnashing teeth. “Oh? Is there a Lady of the Underworld now? I haven’t sewn a wedding dress in centuries.”

Yoongi sighed. He hated dealing with Arachne. Being a gossip is what caused Athena to turn her into a spider in the first place. “No Arachne. Just a visiting Lady who didn’t pack enough. A few normal dresses. No wedding dresses.”

He heard a small wailing sound and watched her pincers quiver, “But I want to make beautiful clothes again. The Underworld needs a Lady for me to dress, and then children to dress. I’ve taught my children to sew, did you know that?” Arachne sounds almost human again as she becomes increasingly excited.

“No. No.” he holds his hand up, glad the darkness is hiding his red cheeks, a mixture of embarrassment and anger coloring his face. He’s becoming sick of others telling him he needs a companion. “Just normal dresses. That’s all”

He heard a collective whining sound from all the spiders, “Very well Lord Yoongi, what colors should they be.”

Yoongi was already turning around and walking towards the door, “You’re the stylist not me. Nice normal dresses Arachne!” He went back up the stairs and straightened his jacket once he arrived on the other side of the locked doors. Arachne would have those clothes done in no time. The poor Spider-Woman had nothing else to do, just decorating the Underworld’s cave system with things people would never see. Yoongi had invited her to come up to the main part of the palace when she first arrived, but she had balked saying it was “too bright” and that “nobody wanted to see a monster.”

He wondered what you were up to. He imagined you had probably finished your letter and were poking your head around the castle some more. He found himself smiling as he walked up the staircase to his office. He opened the door and saw you fast asleep in front of the fireplace. He brought his hand to his mouth and entered the room as quietly as possible, not wanting this moment to end. He tried to decide if he should stay or leave. Instead he found himself just staring at you. You were very pretty. Not in an unnatural way like the other Goddesses he had met, just pretty. He walked across the room and saw You were clutching a book. He knelt down to see what book you had ended up with. Yoongi gently removed it from beneath your arm and ran a finger down the spine. “Underworld Compendium.” A good book. He should know, he wrote it. He grabbed a scrap of paper and marked where you had it open and sat it down next to you.

He walked over to his desk and saw the letter you had written your brother. He imagines that it said “Please come rescue me, I’m being forced to stay with a monster and pretend to be nice to him.” He really wanted to look but knew he shouldn’t. He heard you stir a little and watched you throw an arm over your eyes. Yoongi raised a hand towards the flames, dimming the lights in the room. He looked at the letter again and decided to read it. He took a breath and flipped it open. He read it quickly. It’s a very short letter. He propped his elbows on his desk and held his head in his hands for a moment. He was also eager to see what your brother’s response would be. He thought about writing his own letter but somehow “you fucked up and now I own your sister,” seemed like a bad idea. His nose twitched. He smelled a faint floral scent and looked up. Flowers had started to bloom in a bowl on his desk.

“What the hell is this?” he asked. He heard a faint moaning come from in front of the fireplace, another flower bud appeared. Yoongi felt his face grow warm. He tapped on his Hourglass, watching the sand swirl.

He pulled out one of his journals and began to write in it. He became lost in his own thoughts for a while, the crackling of the fireplace and your light breathing the only sounds. It was soothing in a way he had never felt before.

When he looked up again his desk was covered in flowers. He laughed lightly and heard you start to awaken.

You stretched your arms above your head. Where were you again? You felt the warm fire on your back and slowly opened your eyes. You saw Lord Yoongi sitting at his desk. His eyes flicked over towards you and you suddenly felt very embarrassed. “Sorry. I meant to just rest my eyes,” you said as you sat up. “I hope I didn’t snore too much.”

To your shock he laughs, his deep voice echoing. “Just a little bit. You did make quite the garden here though,” he gestures to his desk which is covered in chrysanthemums.

You blush “Sorry, it happens sometimes. My powers sometimes do their own thing when I'm sleeping or sick. Fortunately, other than making people sneeze, it’s not that bad.” He clearly doesn’t know the meaning behind flowers and you hope he doesn’t look it up any time soon.

You stood up, rubbing your hands up and down your arms at the loss of direct heat from the fireplace.

"it's fine I uh," he runs his tongue along his lower lip, "just didn't know flowers could bloom in the underworld. I've never seen them here."

You laugh a little, "Well apparently they can when the Goddess of Spring is here. Speaking of, when is the next time Charon will be arriving?"

Yoongi moved the hourglass on his desk and looked into it. To you it appeared as though nothing was happening, the sand suspended in between the top and bottom, but he appraised it carefully as though he was reading it.

"Soon," he stood up, pulling his shirt down straight. He pulled an envelope out of the desk drawer and placed your letter inside.

You walked over to the desk to gather the flowers. “Sorry, I’ll just--”

"No. Leave them." he said

You thought maybe he would say more about it but he doesn't. He walked to the back corner of the room and grabbed a cloak.

"Can I come with you?" you asked him

"You don't trust me to deliver it?" he responded harshly.

You feel sad that that's what he thought, your gaze traveled to the floor, "No. I just saw the sea earlier and it looked pretty. And I really don't want to be alone in this giant Palace."

His features immediately softened. "Oh. Ok. Hmm. Hold on." he walks over to you with his cloak and puts it around you, carefully fastening it below your neck. "Here. It's colder out there than it looks."

"Won't you be cold?" you asked in disbelief at how quickly his moods could change.

He shrugged and picked up your letter. "I'm used to it. Don't worry about me."

"I can just stay here…"

"No, let's go." he said and opened the door, motioning for you to go through it. 

 NEXT  CHAPTER

#bts fanfic #bts fanfction #bts yoongi x reader #bts suga x you #bts au fanfic #bts fluff

[valyrian-ruins]

Hell of a Ride. Part 2.

Disclaimer : Hi guys ! Here’s the part 2 of Hell of a Ride ! If this please you, I’ll make the part 3 with more Lucifer x reader. Sorry for the mistakes. Enjoy ! 

xoxo, Allegra

Summary : Y/N and the others have reached Hell and are now at the begining of their périple to find Zeus, Hades and Poseidon weapons kept in différents vault conceived by Hephaiustus in Hell.

« …there was a big fault in the ground where the mares rushed at a gallop. »

Suddenly, after the soft light of a foggy day, they were in a dark fog. Like a cloak, it was all around them and none of them knew where the others were precisely. It was disorienting, like if you could see through it but also like you were completely in the dark. The mares stayed still for some minutes before start pawing the ground of impatience and Nick’s voice broke the silence.

"She doesn’t like this place ... Right?” He doesn’t sound really confident about the place where you were and you couldn’t blame him.

"It's not really the place the problem ... It's what's living here. We’re in Erebus, the first step for the dead. Cerberus should be lurking in the dark and the Erynies too. So keep your voices low, the less heard we are, the better. Come on, we’ve got a long road a head.” You were not really calm yourself, listening to the smallest sound when you start walking. The last time you were in this place was so long ago and you didn’t really want remember it.

"How do you know in which direction we are going?" Lucifer. You hoped that during the ride he’d lost his voice but apparently not. He remembered you Zeus, all in self-confidence and oversized ego under a delicious appearance.

"I'm listening to the sound of the water.” You could feel his impatience radiating, even if he was behind you.

"Water ?” Sabrina and Mrs. Wardwell's voices came in unison, uncertain about what you were talking about. They didn’t hear anything nor see anything but you seemed like you know exactly where your where going. 

Suddenly, you felt a strong hand grabbing your shoulder and pulling you backwards. The hand which grabbed you shoulder took your neck, pressing strongly. "You’re a little liar! I'm pretty sure you try to loose us, and you're gonna disappear, leaving us in this place!” Lucifer voice started booming and Sabrina came fast, trying to make him loose his grip.

"Lucifer! Let her go!” She was trying to keep his voice low but the fallen angel was determinate to make you say the truth he wanted. Keeping your eyes in his, you answerd him, your voice strangled.

"You’re gonna revealed us, you stupid goat! There’s a river down the road, the Acheron! We need to get there and find the ferryman! Only the dead can hear the river!” 

He released you suddenly, seeming satisfied with your answer. Rubbing your neck, you shot him a dirty look before sums up your walk, passing Lilith and Sabrina.

"I don’t know how this man makes you fall in love with him, that’s too much for me.”A dark laugh makes you stop dead in your tracks.

"Say the one who fell in love with Lycaon ... Oh, look who’s back to say hello ... Come sisters, come welcome the ancient queen of Arcadia.” Suddenly, you were surrounded by hideous women with blood-shot eyes, bat wings and snakes for hairs.

"Who are you?” Came the bold voice of Sabrina, making you roll your eyes… That child didn’t really know the concept of survival instinct, did she? Alecto was the first laughing, approching the young girl.

"Oh Y / N… Did you not talk about us? We thought we were friends after you came asking for revenge against your husband… ” Your companions looked at you but you kept your eyes on the Furies around you. They were not bad monsters neither bad deities but they were Cronus’s sisters and they knew that you were here for something.

"Alecto, Tisiphone, Megearea ... So pleased to see you again. We’re not gonna disturb you anymore, come on, let’s go. "Trying to continue your path, you've been stopped by Tisiphone.

"We're not here to stop your quest; Cronus leave us rotting in this place instead of taking us with him and we will be delighted to take our revenge on him but beware, Hells have changed since your last passage Y / N and you'll find no help there. Be careful and for all of you, pagans, do not be fooled by the one who wish you well here. "

Suddenly, the tree of them disappered in the dark, leaving a path of strange flowers, a ghostly glow emanating from them and leading the way. Everybody was silent after the mysterious sentence of Tisiphone. After some time in the complete silence, you finally arrived on the bank of the Acheron but Charon was nowhere to be seen.

"Fabulous, there’s no boat here and I will not swim across… This. » Lilith and her delicate and aristocratic voice. Searching in one of your pocket, you reveal five Drachma.

"Don’t worry, your Majesty, you will not be forced to do so ..." You suddenly launched the drachma in the direction of the Acheron, causing three small ricochets from the room which broke the dead silence of the river.

"For this ferryman thief. "

Part 3 ?  Taglist :  @poemfreak306​

#chilling adventures of sabrina #chilling adventures of sabrina imagine #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer caos x reader #reader #lucifer morningstar imagines #caos dark lord #dark lord x reader #lucifer morningstar/dark lord #the dark lord x you #luke cook #luke cook x reader

[yandere--stuck]

Yandere!Cronus x Human!Reader Headcanons

💜 Cronus can hardly articulate how much he loves and appreciates how kind you are to him and how you actually care and want to interact with him. He’s so used to being ignored or considered an annoyance that he has to pinch himself to convince himself that this isn’t just a dream. He’s always thanking you for every little thing, even judt listening to him.

💜 Cronus being so grateful for you doing a little more than the bare minimum makes you feel so awful for him. He goes on and on about how his friends all left him ine by ine, they never talked to him, they all hated him - and of course, you feel so bad and sympathetic. You rub his back, praising him, saying that he deserves so much better. Cronus holds you tight, beginning to cry. And, of course, all this simply wraps you further around his prong.

💜 Cronus is VERY clingy. He’s almost attached to your hip, fearful of you ever leaving him. Good luck ever getting a second alone! But, because you’re so understanding and kind, you don’t really mind - he’s been abandoned before, and wanting to make sure you don’t either is… Understandable. Definitely.

💜 He will do anything to make you and him closer. If you like a band or certain types of music? He listens to whatever he can get his hands on. Do you like a certain show? He’s going to marathon the whole series. Like a book series? Cronus actually loves reading, and he’ll read until his eyes are dry and stinging if it means you won’t leave him. Hell, he’ll even use you being a human as a eay to bond, seeing as he identifies as once, himself!

💜 Slowly, he starts restricting who you talk to - You’re leaving to go hang out with friends or family? Why…? Do you hate Cronus?? Are you mad at him?? What did he do wrong?! You’re just going to leave him just like everyone else!… You’re not? Then, stay. Prove it, by staying with him.

💜 Like boiling a frog, he slowly restricts where you go and who you talk to until, before you even know it, you never leave Cronus’ hive, let alone his sight. It’s okay, though. It’s perfect this way. Just you and him, together forever. That’s all that matters. You do love him, don’t you? Of course, you do. So just stay with him. Always. Forever

#yandere x reader #homestuck x reader #hs x reader #cronus x reader #cronus ampora x reader #cronus hs #cronus ampora #homestuck #hs #cronus homestuck #hs cronus #cronus #home stuck #yandere #alpha trolls x reader #alpha trolls

[toycarousel]

(The prompt for this recording was provided by the commissioner~! To the commissioner: Let me know if you’d like to be credited by name, url, or remain anonymous~!!! Thank you so much for commissioning me, and for providing me with a fun challenge~!!!)

Summary: You've been trapped at Kankri's hive for a few days since he decided to keep you prisoner. Your boyfriend, Cronus, decides to check in on Kankri and ends up in an unfortunate position.

***Warnings: (Please heed these!!!) Gore, violence, sharp objects, sudden loud noises, screaming, needles, body horror, mutilation, dissection, blood, surgical/medical themes, abduction, vague mentions of drugs.

Script can be found here

Author, Voices + Editing/Sound effects

Prequel to this recording

(Background rain/thunder noises are credited to the creators at these links: here, and here). 

Happy Halloween, Lovelies~!!! xoxoxo

#homestuck #kankri vantas #cronus ampora #cronus x listener #kankri x listener #homestuck x listener #yandere kankri #gore - #violence - #sharp objects - #sudden loud noises - #drugs mention - #medical - #blood - #voiceacting #needles - #abduction - #ask to tag - #yandere

[redgravedigger]

Thinking of Canon x OC ships.

(( I like to internally ship fizzie with canon characters

Like Fizzie x Cronus is cute to me...pale soft.

I purely only like Karkat x Fizzie just because people keep mistaking fizzie for him.

Fizzie x literally any Purpleblood.

Fizzie x Any homestuck girl.

That’s all thank you for listening to my 4am musings.

#ooc #shipping #ask to tag