Can you please do a saint seiya (classical) Poseidon X childhood friend reader
You sure can! I hope that you enjoy this little one-shot!<3
You and Poseidon have been friends since the day you both could walk. However, as the years went on and on, you couldn’t help but start to fall in love with him. The way he held himself and the way that he held a regal air to him made you turn to goo. Your heart would pound when you were near him. You couldn’t be around him unless you wanted your face to burn a dark red. He had asked you about that, but you always waved it off and said it was the hot weather.
However, one afternoon, Poseidon pulled you aside and asked you why you had been avoiding him all day long. You fidgeted with your shirt and tried to come up with an excuse but nothing seemed to come out right. You took a deep breath before sighing. “I’m sorry. I never wanted to avoid you but ever since we began older, I have developed a crush on you and I don’t know what I-” Your words cut short when his lips pressed against yours.
He pulled back and smiled at you with the most beautiful smile ever. You could only stare up at him with wide eyes before your face turned bright red. You covered your face as fast as you could before peeking from your hands. Poseidon was smiling still. “What are you hiding for dear?” He asked, holding his hand out for you to take. You place your hand in his and smile shyly up at him. Both you and Poseidon walked toward the ocean. The calm waves crash around the both of you.
Poseidon glanced at you from the side before the water parted. He turned to you fulling and a gentle smile appeared on his face. “Let’s go, my dear,” he whispered. You followed Poseidon towards the castle that sat towards the bottle of the sea. You looked around at the water that could be seen rushing around you but never touched you.
Poseidon gave you a smile before you both entered the palace. You turned to watch the water rush back to where it had been previously. “Amazing?” Poseidon asked, shrugging off his robe and walking towards the kitchen.
You skipped behind him humming and nodding your head. “It was very amazing. Can’t say that I’m use to my best friend-” The words best friend felt so foreign on your tongue now. Poseidon laughed before raising an eyebrow at you. “So the kiss wasn’t at all boyfriend quality?” He jocked sending you a smirk. You rolled your eyes before walking to him.
“It was boyfriend quality. I just wasn’t sure if you wanted me to use boyfriend in place of best friend.” You answered honestly. Poseidon rolled his eyes before leaning over the island and pressed his lips to yours. “I was hoping that when I kissed you the first time you would call me yours.” He whispered, his lips brushing against yours. You smiled. “Alright. Boyfriend.”
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Hello !!! I wanted to say that i loved what you did with Saint Seiya ! This anime is so underrated ! KEEP GOING ! ❤ i was wondering , is it possible to make a request ? Female reader . How Albafica , Shion , El Cid and Asmita react when their daughter [ reader ] died in front of them ?
Even stars can die
Fandom: Saint Seiya Lost Canvas
Characters: Albafica, Shion, El Cid, Asmita
Type: Scenario
Theme: 🟦
Reader Insert: Female
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Synopsis: If there one lesson that is constantly taught to people like the saints is that death doesn't discriminate. It takes what it wants without warning. But why did it have to be you? Why did it have to take his little star away from him?
Albafica
While like your father you have immunity to the poisonous roses of Pisces. However, that doesn't mean you are immune to aliments. Thus, brings you to your current situation.
Serval days ago, you came down with a fever. At first it seemed like the usual yearly fever that happens. But then it got worse. You have been bedridden ever since.
Your father had called for a doctor who told him that there was nothing that could be done. Even Pefko and the herbalists who live on the Island of Healing couldn't do anything for you.
"It's okay dad." You say your voice almost gone. "I'll be okay."
"Of course, you will be." He says.
"I don't want to leave." You say suddenly. "B-But I don't think the gods will let me. I'm sorry."
"There is nothing to be sorry for my little star." He tells you quickly trying to keep his composer.
"Do you think I'll see grandfather Rugonis?" You ask.
Just like that the Pisces Saint has been broke into tiny pieces that won't be put back together anytime soon. He is so stunned that he can't answer you. But that's okay. You don't mind.
"I hope I do. From what you said, he sounded like a nice person."
"He was." Albafica finally speaks. "He'll love you. ... But I'm selfish and want to keep you all to myself."
"Hold me? Like you used to?"
"O-Of course." Now the tears are finally falling.
Carefully he takes you into his arms. You rest his head on his chest feeling warm and safe as his arms encase you. There is no way of telling how long you two sit like this. But you know it has been a while as you feel very tired suddenly.
"I love you." You say with a smile as tears slide down your cheeks.
"I love you too my little star." He says feeling your cosmo extinguish.
Manigoldo who had been outside the room feels it too. All the gold saints who you viewed as your uncles sense it as well. Manigoldo bites back his tears listening to the cries of agony from your father. There is nothing he or the others can do or say that would comfort Albafica now or later.
Shion
With his line of work, he knows that this was bound to happen. He just believed that you would be a little older when it did. Even so that wouldn't make it any less tragic.
"Please little star hold on." Shion says holding you in his arms as he runs through the forest.
You had gotten attacked by a specter who must have been watching him for a long time to figure out who you were. After all you had been one of his best kept secrets. Not even Dohko his best friend or his Master knew about you. All with the intention of keeping you safe.
But that specter found out. Even had the guts to strike you right in front of him. Now he runs with you in his arms, heading for the nearest village so that you can be saved.
"F-Father..." You speak softly, "put me down. Please put me down."
"I can't! You'll!"
"Please father. It hurts."
He stops running. He carefully lowers you to the ground holding your hand in his. He is trying not to cry but you can see his eyes watering. You give him a sad smile.
"I'm sorry. I don't want to leave you. B-But I am happy. Happy to have been your daughter."
"[Y/n]..." Shion trembles.
"If there is a next life, I want to be your daughter again. I love you, fa..." Your eyes close and your body goes limp.
"[Y/n]? [Y/N]!!!" He screams as cries of agony rip from his throat.
El Cid
It was DeJa'Vu for him honestly. You had always been sick born with an uncurable illness. Just like Mine was. But unlike hers, yours had a treatment. Even with the treatment however, your lifespan was still going to be short.
And now after thirteen years, the gods have deemed it your time to go. El Cid had told the servants to attended to the Capricon Hose that he did not want to eb disturbed. Rusk, Lacaille, and Tsubaki are the only others in the room with me and you.
Rusk, Lacaille, and Tsubaki had become your brothers. They loved you just like your father did. And thus, your father wasn't the only one losing you. The three stand a few feet behind your father giving him space as they hold back your tears.
"Please don't be sad. You'll me sad too." You tell him.
"I am afraid that I can't help it." He says his voice trembling.
You give your father a smile and go, "Lavender's blue, dilly, dilly, Lavender's green,"
His heart stops at the familiar lyrics. That is the lullaby of which he would sing you to sleep with.
"W-When I am king, you shall be queen." He continues.
You both sing the lullaby with Rusk, Lacaille, and Tsubaki listening silently. When the song ends your breath your last and your eyes close with a content smile on your face. The four feel your cosmo fade away.
"Sleep well my little star." El Cid whispers.
A/N: I know you requested Asmita was well, but he is a very difficult character for me to write. Also, I am not all that familiar with his character. So, I apologize. But I hope you enjoyed the other three. Thank you for the request.
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⭐ Name: Sandra, but you can tell me Sandy 😉.
⭐Age: I feel like I'm 15 years old, I stopped counting at 19 and my friends say that I act like I'm 5 years old XD hahaha ... Nah! I just turned 23 years old this August n_n.
💔 Occupation: Being a universitary girl XD ... Yes! It's so fun! (sarcasm).
🩷 Some things that I love it: Read (I read all kinds of books and about my favorite ships on Ao3! 🤭), cook desserts, listen to music while I do other activities like my homework or when I read, Greek mythology (The love between us will never die! 💗).
⭐Saint Seiya (or Knights of the Zodiac). I found this beautiful serie when I was 7 years old. My favorite is the original serie, although I also like the Lost Canvas a lot and Episode G (because Aioria is the protagonist). Soul of Gold gives me mixed feelings. From Omega and Next Dimension, better don't ask me; my mind lives in denial. My favorite characters are the Golden Saints, especially Aioros and Aioria, being Aioria my super favorite.
Thanks to Saint Seiya I developed a great love for the stars 💫 and I have many scientific books on the subject, as well as books of myths and legends about the constellations ✨.
💥 I'm a Marvel Girl. I love those tormented superheroes and antiheroes. I basically grew up watching Marvel since Iron Man came out in 2008 and I immersed myself fully in the world of the comics, I have a lot of comics and books on my bookshelf 🤭. My favorites are: Iron Man ♥️, Captain America, Spider-Man, Loki, the X-Men, Black Widow and Scarlet Witch, in all their presentations and with all their charms and defects!.
🍿Series: Friends, Full House, The big bang theory, How I met your mother and How I met your father, Modern Family, Mom, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel... I love it K-Dramas like Goblin: The lonely and great God, Crash landing on you, Tale of the Nine Tailed 😋, I have also watched many animes like Sailor Moon, Ouran High School Host Club, Toradora, Code Geass, Inuyasha, Kaleido Star, Shaman King, Attack on Titan... it's a long list and I don't remember everything at this moment 🤔. Miraculous Ladybug (I know it's for kids, but ... there is Chat Noir 🖤).
🐉In my House of the Dragon era 🖤: Like many people, I was also terribly disappointed with the horrible ending of Game of Thrones, but I really loved Fire and Blood when I read it in 2020... so I decided to give the serie a chance when I saw the first trailer... and I don't regret it! 🥳. I liked Daemon and Rhaenyra so much in the book and absolutely loved them in the TV Show! (Matt and Emma are incredible! ❣️). Another character that I loved in the book and the one I always wanted to know more about was Jacaerys Velaryon and I must say that I am very pleased with the choice of Harry Collett 😍 (oh yeah baby! 🔥).
I really hope that the directors and writers do justice to this wonderful crown prince! 🥰, because for me he is already one of my favorite characters of all time! ❣️.
🎥 Favorite Movies: Troy 2004 (did I mention I'm a Greek mythology lover?), the Star Wars saga 💫 (1-6 only), The Great Gatsby, A Walk to Remember, Harry Potter 🪄 (books and movies), The Lord of the Rings trilogy and the Hobbit trilogy, The Hunger Games saga ❣️(books and movies), The Twilight saga 😊 (books and movies).
I love Studio Ghibli movies with all my heart 💗 since my dad bought me the movie of Kiki Delivery Service when I was a 6-year-old little girl.
I love everything Disney and Pixar does 💗😘. (think of the happiest things, It's the same as having wings! 🎶)
🎧 Music: I have a very varied taste in music, some would say strange 😅, but if I like the rhythm and lyrics of the song I will surely add it to my playlist (mainly I like rock), AC / DC, Queen, Guns N' Roses, Bon Jovi, Linkin Park, Evanescence, Within Temptation, Imagine Dragons, Beyoncé, Ed Sheeran, Lana del Rey, Taylor Swift and Katy Perry. I enjoy classical music too 🩷.
⭐ Something more about me: I am an inveterate dreamer and extremely perfectionist. I express myself better by writing than talking 😚.
I haven't drawn anything in almost 5 years and when I did I used to draw with traditional media (watercolor, charcoal, colored pencils, gouche and acrylic paints 🖌️).
But since October (from last year), when I saw Harry Collett as Prince Jacaerys, I felt a desire to draw that I hadn't felt in a long time ❣️.
This is my first time trying to draw in digital media, I hope you like what you see! 😘 (YouTube tutorials don't fail me now! 😭). I spent the whole summer practicing🥺.
P.S: Sorry if exist some error, the english is not my firts lenguage.
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Saga and Kanon headcanons?
Gemini twins Headcanons
(TW: Twincest)
Saga likes summer but Kanon prefers autumn.
Saga didn’t like to cook so Kanon learned how to cook for Saga. (Cute)
Saga’s favorite dish is Spanakopita (greek food over all)
Kanon dislikes fish (after spending many years in Atlantis he really hates fish)
Kanon’s favorite dish is roasted potatoes with a steak.
Kanon likes to play video games with The bronze Saints (he and Ikki are very competitive with each other)
Saga likes to spend time with Kanon doing nothing, he could take hours just laying down next to Kanon while holding hands. (Kanon likes it too)
Kanon and Saga share clothes.
Saga is bisexual, Kanon is pansexual.
They have a polyamory relationship (and each one has their partner) but they are not ready no introduce they’re partners yet.
Kanon used to be the jealous one.
Saga doesn’t like lying, he has a problem trusting people so he is truthful with everyone
Kanon likes to watch Romcoms movies alone
Saga and Kanon sleep together, they can’t sleep separately (even when they are with their partners they struggle to sleep without the other)
Kanon likes to gift Saga flowers, so he created a garden for him.
Saga likes to gift Kanon expensive things like clothes, watches, shoes (he loves sneakers)
Kanon dislikes sunmer and doesn’t like to walk near the ocean alone.
Saga loves the forest.
Kanon is best friends with Ikki.
Saga likes to talk with Seiya, he likes to take afternoon walks with him. And Seiya always ask him for dating advice.
Every once in a while Kanon and Saga travel to a secret place so they can have freedom to love.
Kanon doesn’t want kids of his own but Saga does and they used to argue about it but not anymore.
Kanon owns a motorcycle and Saga is not enchanted by the idea
Kanon and Milo do road-trips with their motorcycles
Saga reads for Kanon on rainy days
Kanon loves Saga more than anything that’s why he forgive him.
Saga loves Kanon and can’t forgive himself so that’s why he spoil him and pleased him everyday.
They have a secreto word when one is horny and needy craving for the others ass.
The secret word is “ypnáko” (nap)
“Oh my God look at the time Aioros I am so sorry but I think I need to take a “ypnáko” Saga you coming?”
“Oh yes, I think I have to fill some reports and I don’t wanna sleep late today, Bye!”
And that’s how they lock themselves in the Gemini temple to have a long and sweaty “ypnáko”.
I wasn’t sure about what you exactly wanted anon but I like this pair, and hate me or not but this Twincest is something special.
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"I have issues but you're just as bad." 🃏📍
Gab / Lubel / Illumi
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🏳️🌈(pan-greysexual/demiromantic)
🏳️⚧️(agender - masc expression)
Mentally ill and neurodivergent (ADHD, BPD, possibly PTSD, anxiety disorder)
Anarchist
Taken
Current hyperfixation: Hunter x Hunter
Art blog: @lubelzoldyck-artworks
Please be 18+ to follow either of my blogs (frequent suggestive and gore posts)
If you see an opinion you don't like on my blog, please just block me and move on. Don't try to engage discourse with me. I don't like discourse. I am bad a rethoric and it really is just mentally stressful for me. I'm not here to discuss.
I'm an anti, but if you are one and believe death threats / d0xxing / suicide baits towards pr0ships are okay, just fuck off.
Other fandoms I might share stuff of: Homestuck, Saint Seiya, Good Omens, Versailles, Mozart l'Opéra Rock, les Misérables, Undertale, Deltarune, OFF, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Team Fortress 2, Yu-Gi-Oh, Full Metal Alchemist, Houseki no Kuni, Saltburn, etc...
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Racist, sexist, xenophobic, antisemite, fascist, white supremacist, etc...
Defending cops
"Doesn't see colors"
Supporting Israël
Anti-kink at Pride
A hisogon, illukillu, zoldyckcest, stridercest or other p3do / incest shipper (even if it stays SFW)
Defending Andrew Hussie
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DD/LG, CGL, ABDL
NFT / crypto
Against AI art
Supporting JKR
Actively in the Harry Potter fandom
TCOAL fan
Hetalia fan (yes I know I used to be one but. Really I don't wanna have anything to do with that anime ever again. Thank you)
I pretty much am obsessed with Illumi and Hisoka. Sometimes I will make memes about them or just post rambles about them. I have a "few" headcanons about them, which I talk about on this post 🌸
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My art blog: @lubelzoldyck-artworks (⚠️ frequent gore / suggestive artworks)
My girlfriend's blog: @sparkling-ladysapphire 💕
My friends: @opossumprince @mey51 @cat-mutual @yamithemoonwitch @forbiddenseason @oloreandil 🌸
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My favorite animes list
My favorite animes that i’’ve finished/plan to that don’t include the big ones (Bleach, Naruto, Dragonball, One Piece, etc which haven’t ever really appealed to me)
1. Yugioh Original and all series including Zexal, Vrains, and Sevens.
The true classic anime and I absolutely love all the protaganists, Also everything will be solved by awesome card duels.
2. Gurren Lagann
My first non yugioh anime that wasn’t a Ghibli movie. Absolutely incredible. Kamina is one of the most inspirational people and so is Simon
3. Saint Seiya, Saint Seiya Omega, Saint Seiya the Lost Canvass, Saint Seiya Knights of the Zodiac,
Warrior Astrological saints fighting the gods? Yes please.
Also I love all the spin offs and Omega and the new Kotz are wonderful and unfairly hated on.
4. Jojo’s Bizarre Adventures
Its in the title. Each different Jojo is wonderful and unique and they’re all amazing and this stuff is just wild.
5. Tiger and Bunny
I think the first modern superhero anime that lead to My Hero Academy and Such. I absolutely love Kotetsu and Barnaby’s becoming partners and also the being a hero versus hero celebrity and advertisement capitalism.
6. My Hero Academy
I love superheroes and powered people and them wanting to be a hero. Kirishima and Izuku are absolutely incredible and Kirishima is just one of the greatest inspirational characters ever.
7. Fire Force
Fire powers, cults, religion, the threat of people spontaneously going infernal and bursting into flames, heroism, it is just one of the best things I’ve ever seen.
The only thing that really keeps it from being a great on the level of masterpiece (which it is in literally everything else) is the sheer female “fanservice” cringe. A lot of anime tend to do have at least some to appeal to the more perverted folk but Fire force has some of the worst I’ve ever seen which is saying something, Not on the levels of Bastard!! (I’m amazed that was something that was ever printed in a general audience let alone recently animated) or Enemy Combatants will be dispatched but definitely up there which is honestly really disappointing since Fire Force is not that type of story.
On the other hand the male fanservice is glorious.
8. Sk8 to Infinity
Skateboarding and Love. Reiki and Langa are Love as are Joe and Cherry.
Adam is also one of the coolest most theatrical messed up people.
9. Love After World Domination
Super sentai parody. Just think power rangers except less focused on the battles because Red Gelato and Reaper Princess are on opposing teams and just doing a secret relationship. It is completely ridiculous, awesome, and so adorable I’m just screaming. I wish there was more and even could do complete anime original material I wish for because even the set up is something you can make multiple entire seasons worth .
10. Tomodachi Game
Yuuichi is something else. It’s all a friend game which is more important friends or money and the twists keep coming. He’s one of the scariest protaginist “hero’s” i’ve ever seen that were actually the (more or less) good guy mains.
11. Kaguya-Sama: Love is War
Also one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen. Both adorable and I want to also friendly choke the life out of them too to get them to admit because they’re all so adorably stupid smart people and just Shirogane and Shinomiya circling around totally in love and trying to make the other admit it. Also the narrator is just glorious funny as heck and the openings are incredible lol.
12. Disastrous Life of Saiki K
Saiki is God. Utterly amazing one of the funniest greatest animes haha breaks the fourth walls, sheer comedic brilliance, incredible characters, Saiki’s logical going under things, and being complete tsundere in the actual way of how much he loves his friends lol.
13. One Punch Man
It’s One Punch Man. Utterly hilarious and funny and just awesome characters and how one can still have an awesome story when Saitama can one punch everything except for like the final boss which doesn’t last two and be victorious. His power is so phenomenal he has to be nerfed by his complete oblivious apathy for well obvious reasons. People need to stop ranking power levels that involve Saitama though: there is no scale he either always wins in his universe or would probably get his butt kicked in other universe if he doesn’t have his one punch. It just doesn’t work.
14. Kuroko no Basketball
The sports anime. Basketball with essentially superpowers in awesome ways but still played realistically. Everyone is incredible!
15. Hinomaru Sumo
I never thought I would be interested in Sumo until this. I’m not into sports in real life anyways but these animes are incredible. And Hinomaru Sumo is just supremely underrated also one of the best things I’ve ever seen. Tradition, Honor, Spirit, as well as differing body types and incredible characters. Gojo Yuma’s genuine repentance arc is also one of the best things i’ve ever seen and probably only just below Zuko the Avatar’s being on a smaller scale but he actually repents and atones and actually apologizes and works on himself which is rare. Lots of life lessons and characters, in addition to wrestling and it was just wow!
16. Kengan Ashura
Martial Arts, incredible bodies, and awesome characters!
17. Baki
Same though Kengan Ashura is more realistic power based.
18. How a Realist Hero Rebuilt the Kingdom
A political anime that was a good brevity of realpolitik while also being really enjoyable where its politics but wouldn’t get too stuck on it either. Of course some things would be a lot harder to get done realistically. It turns the normal hero from another world trope on its head and instead brought a leader who isn’t a fighter but a thinker and capable ruler. This is the ideal ruler and wow if only all politicians and leaders could work with such honor and integrity but he’s also not blind to those who don’t and outmanuevers them. It’s just so good!
19. Sword Art Online
Love it or hate it, deeply influential and fantastic. I love Kirito, Klein, Asuna and everyone.
20. HunterXHunter
One of the greatest series of all time. When you think about it the world is utterly horrifying truly but it’s cool ad wacky and utterly amazing characters.
21. Vinland Saga
OH my gosh my newest anime and one of the best things i’ve ever seen. Truly a masterpiece in every way, even before Part 2 comes out. It just has freaking everything: deep philosophy, religion, battles, politics, love, vikings, etc. Askeladd is one of the smartest, most ruthless, but most weirdly relatable villains ever, Thorfinn is how you do an angry feral blonde seeking revenge for the death of his father but also then starts to see Askeladd as his father figure etc, the sheer character developement that will go on in Prince Canute etc.
22. Jujitsu Kaisen
Magic and Martial arts, and demon spirits. Yuji is adorable and I love everyone!
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When The Sun Was Stolen Chapter 1 notes
An extensive notes detailing of WTSWS’s chapter 1 by @aquarius-saint and me
Note 1 - Similarities and differences with the wip
This chapter is vastly different from the first chapter in my original wip and it's better for it. To differentiate the two, the original's title was Missing - Who Was It? (MWWI) which is vastly different compared to the final name of the fic When The Sun Was Stolen (WTSWS).
MWWI only had 2 chapters originally and the original draft of chapter 2 was not used for WTSWS at all. The second chapter of MWWI had a timeskip to focus on the two pov characters - Baek and Jin, Tai’s brothers. Baek is the prototype for Aiolia while Jin is the prototype for Aiolos. The chapter started 2 months after the initial disappearance with Baek and Jin’s solo investigation and talking with Tai’s best friend, Jun, and Jun’s boyfriend, Yuma. Jun is the prototype for Shun while Yuma’s role is now Hyoga’s
In comparison, WTSWS starts us off in the same day with the pov of recurring pov character June. We see through her eyes how Seiya has changed in WTSWS and we get to see how it was a very normal day when Seiya and Marin are both kidnapped. And, more importantly, she and Freya are the ones who get the immediate horror discovery. Fun stuff! Let’s get into it more.
Note 2 - June and Freya
They’re so cute cute cute. We don’t care that they never met, June and Freya are canon now.
June and Freya day (June 10) was the day that we first created the ship thanks to a currently in process Yu-Gi-Oh/Duel Monsters AU and we have had June and Freya together ever since.
If you want more Juneya content, please go into my cowriter’s tumblr and their super fun tiktok @gaycalculator. In fact, a lot of Juneya’s interactions were written by gaycalculator! They write them so well and so nicely.
June and Freya are such a cute pairing, please, you were so sweet. Unfortunately, you’re stuck in a psychological thriller and not the slice of life high school romance you deserve. Better luck next time, girls.
Note 3 - June getting too close to solving it all
Oh poor poor June. . . you were so close to preventing this tragedy. I’m sure this won’t cause any longlasting guilt. . . of course. . .
Spoiler alert: GUILT COMPLEX
June has two near encounters with Seiya = before the confrontation between Seiya and the stalker and after the confrontation.
Before the confrontation - 5:25 pm, June almost sees Seiya waiting for the stalker in the soccer field. Again, that confrontation is written but, alas, not to be seen yet.
After the confrontation - between 5:52 - 6:03, June sees people (plural) between the West Hall and the club building. This is, indeed, the stalker. This is when he is moving the unconscious Seiya out of the school.
So, yes, June crossed paths with this danger twice
. . .
I sincerely hope you enjoyed! Chapter 2 will hopefully come on this Friday.
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If I've followed you, it is for one of these blogs:
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@healbellls - Pokemon Multimuse
@hxdrostorms - Multifandom multimuse - Castlevania [games] and Saint Seiya [classic]
As of the 25th of February 2024, I've been prioritizing Discord RP over Tumblr.
Interested in Discord RP? Check out my info here!
In light of a new awfull trend across the RPC: I don't send any anonymous messages ever. If you receive any form of hateful message with my name attached, ignore and delete it. Without a doubt, it is someone looking to impersonate me, in hopes of sparking controversy. It is a shame this has to be addressed.
Rules highlights:
I'm a big supporter of 'tag & curate your online experience', 'ship and let ship', 'don't like don't read' (Dead dove don't eat), 'fiction can affect reality, but it will never be that', 'shipping/fandom isn't activism'. If you have any issues with these things, then this blog might not be for you.
I do send in passwords/anything that the mun requires, to let them know I have read their rules. But, unless specified, I'll only do that AFTER being followed back. Because I don't wish to make it seem like I'm "pressuring" them to follow/interact with me.
I reserve the right to unfollow and block anyone, I don’t owe an explanation for doing so. Do not evade it, nor send people after me in an attempt to score an answer for you. If you find out you’ve been blocked by me, move on like any other person would.
The same goes out to anyone following me, who wishes to break mutuals with! Block and unfollow to your heart’s content, IDC what you do in order to feel well. I’d much prefer being softblocked, so I don’t end up sending prompts or interacting with your posts/blog, without realising we no longer were mutuals.
Anonymous messages are permanently turned off.
There’s no pressure when it comes to interacting with my muses. As in, if you’re only looking to interact with one out of all the other options? I’m cool with that. The choice is yours, I’ll obviously try to offer as many as I can see fit for us. But I’ll never force anything upon anyone. And on that note: All I ask in return is to respect my grading system for muses (primary, secondary & tertiary/friends only stuff)! As mentioned in the directories, while I don’t mind HC asks aimed at those tertiary muses. Interactions and plots are reserved only for my long-time partners or friends!
Reblog karma is in effect, if I reblog a prompt from you I will send in something back. And I expect the same from you, if you do nothing but reblog memes directly from me without sending anything back, you will be blocked. I have a tolerance when it comes to mutuals, I’ll contact you to stop with it. However, I have zero tolerance for non-mutuals.
I am NOT fictionkin nor self-insert friendly, I’ve had way too many bad run ins with them, and I want nothing to do with them! Mun =/= Muse, if you can’t understand that concept then leave. I’m NOT my muses, and I’m not here to judge anyone, but I'm also not here to fulfill anyone’s fantasies like that.
Non-mutuals: please refrain from sending prompts that have been specifically tagged/marked as ‘mutuals’. They have been marked in such way, for a reason. I get you may want to draw my attention to your blog, however, that’s not the way to go about it (If you do this, I’ll likely take it as an attempt to brute force your way into my boundaries. DMing me is a whole lot better.). I take a while to follow people back, you can find more info in regards to what I look into people’s blogs & take into consideration before following back in my rules.
I’m strongly against the idea of “if we’re mutuals, then we’re immediately friends!” (as it promotes an unhealthy sense of overfamiliarity, and it has put me in awkward situations in the past). So please, don’t go around calling me a friend, unless we’ve known each other and have been in constant contact for quite some time. It’s nothing against anyone, that’s just how I roll.
On following: If I don’t get followed back in my actual rp blogs after an week or so, I’ll take that as the person’s way of saying they aren’t interested and I’ll unfollow & softblock if they only followed the hub! Of course, I may contact the person in case they have already answered to my asks or other things.
If you’re someone who keeps adding new muses every other day, or is always making new blogs and quickly abandoning old ones (aka drifters or blog-hoppers). Then, it’s very unlikely we will mesh well as writing partners. It’s nothing personal, but this sort of thing doesn’t work well with me. I need rping partners, who wish to stick around for the long run. I can’t and won’t keep up with muns, who are always doing those things and clearly have other things in mind for RPing.
I don't have access to the Legacy editor only the new beta one. I'm using the new XKit trim posts, for my RP responses.
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There's literally a heart and arrow going into Trunk's chest that says "shotacon". I'm sorry but you're in the wrong here. Pedophilia/shotacon/lolicon played for gags is still disgusting and inappropriate, even if the context isn't meant to arouse (because guess what? pedos are going to love the content regardless)
Yes I know, I actually translated that page (and wrote the shotacon word since it was in katakana). I could’ve written it as “love at first sight” or “crush” but here it’s clearly represented as “omg kid cute so cute, too cute, must hug!”
But… Maybe you shouldn’t watch or read Dragon Ball. I mean. The beginning of the whole ordeal is a 16yo using her appeal to get what she wants. Oolong is a thing. Pafu pafu is a thing. Videl jumping Gohan Coochie first is a thing (and they’re both 16-17). Goten and Trunks doing peeing contests is a thing. Should I talk about testicle pillow? Or Ranfan? Or Mai saying “check between (Yamcha’s) legs for the balls” with a straight face? Or THIS?
Trunks being struck by a sudden crush on kid Gohan and fighting Piccolo about it isn’t inappropriate because it’s hilarious AND 7yo kid Gohan is that adorable.
Pedos will get aroused by anything. “Don’t do it because pedos will like it”… my friend that means cancelling EVERYTHING with children in it. No teletubies, no Sesame Street, no Sailor Moon, no ShinChan, no Totoro, no Lilo and Stitch, no Captain Tsubasa, no Saint Seiya (they’re 13-14!), no Dora the explorer, no Hannah Montana (and 80% of similar stuff, Im way out of the loop for these lol)
There’s actual pedo porn out there (some super graphic…). Hell, Card Captor Sakura has actual “these are valid ships that are canon in the story” between minors and adults (and minors means 9yo to 16yo with literal 24+ year olds). And they’re all presented as positive, wholesome that we should root for and care about.
If you really think those two things are in any way comparable to “Trunks has a massive crush on kid Gohan because he’s too adorable and fights Piccolo about it” (and it being shown as not something to aspire to, not something to want to happen or reciprocate), please consider seeking help.
(context: I translated these two pages because I found them cute and hilarious and anon sent me this ask)
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Enstars and also Saint Seiya?
I wrote this once before. I accidentally deleted it all. Good for me
Enstars
❤ Favorite Male: Tsukinaga Leo my little weird girl. I know that we're the reason why you are the way you are but why are you the way that you are you silly little music man with the world in his heart and a void in his head. Compose a song for yourself for once and don't ever share if with anyone
❤ Favorite Female: Narukami Arashi my beloved. She's a queen please love her also theres only like one or maybe two other girls in this series who else was i supposed to pick? Anzu? Hitsugi???
❤ Favorite Pairing: I have a soft spot for Izumi/Leo both platonically and romantically. I want what these two idiots have. I also like Chiaki/Kanata because the whole "I accidentally adopted two kids with my not-wife who is also definitely not a diety and we're so domestic to the point that the man who murdered my not-wife has told me to take care of him so I guess we're a family now" dynamic is beautiful
❤ Least Favorite Character: Not really character but I really don't like ES. Stories of a nationwide agency that is at the top of its field in under a year after formation and it being portrayed as good in universe is just. No. So much hidden propaganda to be uncovered, I don't like that. Can't we just go back to being a silly school idol game?
❤ who’s most like me: I dunno man, who else is a lazy, good for nothing vampire who has trouble making friends but holds way too tightly onto the ones they make because they're terrified of being alone and has had a history of being abandoned in their time of greatest need and also kinda petty?
I can definitely see myself as a Sengoku kind of person. Something about him doing his best to be true to his odd passions while acting as a mediator for others is pretty accurate
❤ most attractive: Aesthetically, Sena and Narukami are like so cool I can understand why they're canonically models.
❤ three more characters that I like: Kagehira Mika, Shinkai Kanata, and Sakuma Ritsu I guess
Saint Seiya
❤ Favorite Male: To the surprise of no one, Hippocampus Baian. Please don't ask my why, my silly brain went "Haha underwater horse man funny. I like"
❤ Favorite Female: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh Yuzuriha? Not many cool girls in StS either
❤ Favorite Pairing: I'm a sucker for everyone/good fucking therapy but we can't always have what we want so I guess Baian/Io will have to do
❤ Least Favorite Character: I don't like Sage :( he makes me angy
❤ who’s most like me: idk actually, i'd like to say Shun bc im baby and can't fight for shit but who knows
❤ most attractive: .... uh man my attractiveness scale does not hold many characters and none of the sts folks are on it. Controversial opinion tho - Caca is cute
❤ three more characters that I like: Hades Alone, Julian Solo, Aries Shion
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Can you please do a saint seiya (classical) romantic Poseidon X seiya sister reader (in this Poseidon and his saint are on Athena's side so Poseidon saint and Athena's saint interact with each other and the reader is a saint of Poseidon it your choice if you want this to be a headcanon)
You sure can! I hope you enjoy it! Sorry this came out so late!
Female reader x Poseidon HC
Seiya would be skeptical at first but he would see just how happy you are with Poseidon and would accept your relationship with the Sea God.
Of course when you and Poseidon are out on a date, Seiya and his friends would constantly spy on the two of you.
Believe it or not, Poseidon is actually a very romantic guy.
He would take you out for dinner, or just a walk around town. He may even take you to walk along the beach.
When Seiya found out that you were a saint under Poseidon he was confused but found it amazing that you could be a saint like he was.
“I’m very impressed at how fast you have learned the fight Y/n.”
“I learned from the best.”
Poseidon is very protective of you. He tenses up when someone that he doesn’t know gets too close to you he gets extremely agitated.
Last time someone got too close to you, they nearly hurt you and Poseidon nearly lost his shit when he found that out.
Poseidon is a cuddler.
When he isn’t feeling the best, he will want to cuddle with you. You never can tell him no, he gives the best cuddles.
Believe it or not, Poseidon is very affectionate. He’s like a gold retriever.
When you two are on a date at home, watching a movie and ordering take out, he has you in his lap with his arms wrapped around you with his head nestled in your neck.
You wouldn’t tell your brother this but your favorite thing about Poseidon are the kisses that you share with him.
He is a gentle kisser but can be passionate when he wants to be.
Poseidon is bound and determined to make sure that you never have to face a battle like the one with Hades ever again.
“I don’t want you to fight on the front line anymore. I can’t handle the idea of you leaving my side. Please.”
“Alright. I won’t fight on the front line. I’ll help the bronze saints get the people in town to safety.”
He will wrap his arms around you and hold you tightly to his chest. He will bury his face in your neck and close his eyes in contentment. You absolutely love him.
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Heyy i saw what you did with the quotes "Ladies do not start fights but they can finish them" with kardia manigoldo elcid sisyphus and regulus. Could you do the same with Rasgado, Dohko, Albafica,Shion and Defetros please ? ^^ I really loved what you did last time! Thank you so much i hope i'm not too demanding, thank you if you do this request! Have a really nice day ^^
I knew someone would want another version. And I am terribly sorry about the late response. Life has been busy lately. Anyway I hope you enjoy this request.
"Ladies do not start fights, but they can finish them!" - Marie from The Aristocats
Fandom: Saint Seiya Lost Canvas
Characters: Rasgado, Dohko, Albafica, Shion, Defetros
Type: Headcannon
Theme: ⬜
Reader Insert: Female
Synopsis: They started it, but you were the one that finished it.
Taurus Rasgado
Our gentle giant gold bull will be worried when he first hears about it.
He is disappointed like a father would be, however the disappointment will wain when what happened is explained to him
"While there were other ways to deal with that guy, I am proud of you for standing up for your friend."
"Does this mean I'm out of punishment?"
"Nope."
"..."
Your punishment is doing all the Orphanage Chores
There is also having to babysit some of the kids
But this doesn't last long, at least two weeks
Libra Dohko
He just got back from Italy when it happened
You got into a fight?
Did you win?
Hype Man PT3
Proud AF
"You showed him. Man, you and Tenma are going to get along just fine."
"Who?"
"My new student."
And that is how you met Tenma
Pisces Albafica
Not the most outspoken person but will voice his worry when he hears
Finding you in the infirmary he asks what happened
"I see. Please next time try to avoid the fight."
"I know. ... Guy should have been lucky I didn't have one of your roses."
"[Y/N]!"
"What?"
"Please don't ever threaten to use my roses. One that's over the top, and two I don't want you to get hurt because of the roses."
"I know, I'm sorry."
"Now come on, let's go find your friend and make sure they're okay."
Ares Shion
You got into a fight?
Why?
Are you okay?
Must you always cause trouble when he isn't looking?
When he gets to the infirmly, he scolds you
But it's all out of worry than disappointment
Afterwards he makes you repair the Cloths with him
Shion ranted to Dohko who came and congratulated you on winning
Our resident Ares was not amused
Gemini Defetros
You better of won or you're finding somewhere else to sleep
Just kidding! He'd be a little disappointed if you lost though
Anyway, the moment he sees a large bruise or black eye he's plotting murder
Despite the fact that you are relatively fine, he's still gonna through hands
He's doing it for you and your friend
Nearly set off Kannon the Volcano whlist doing so
Sisyphus had to step in and scolded both of you
Now the both of you are in trouble
But hey could be worse
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Hi, just love the concept of Yandere in saint seiya <3 your stories are so great! May you create a short plot with yandere Shion Aries x reader? Especially when Shion was a young Pope or when he first arrived at Sanctuary after following his training in Jamir.
Thanks, I really appreciate it, but next time you could write it in inbox. It's easier for me to locate the requests
Enjoy the OS
--- Are you still having nightmares? --- Dokho looked at his old friend with a sigh. Time, eternal and unstoppable, had already laid its hands on the libra saint and the Great Patriarch; gray hair already abounded in Shion's hair, and the memories of yesterday became more and more distant.
--- Whoever has been to war or battle and says he doesn't have them is either lying or has never been to war --- the Patriarch spoke with a certain sadness --- Sometimes what saddens me most is not remembering her voice anymore... I miss her Dokho.
--- I don't doubt it, dear friend, (Y/N) she was always on your lips... sometimes literally when we were young --- the chestnut joked, making his friend's cheeks redden. Even after all, she made him feel vulnerable and loved... even when she was no longer in this world.
--- ... It was Danann, wasn't it?
--- Yes, the saints of Vulpecula will be sealed tombs, but they say things when they want to.
--- Remind me that I need to hide that cloth, the last thing I need is someone who can betray the Sanctuary.
--- Right, although what was odd is that I remember Danann once said it a little... dry and cold. I guess at that time she still didn't understand what romantic affection was or that Kardia and Manigoldo had probably given her the wrong concept.
--- ... Possibly the second, I'm surprised she never cashed in on the shenanigans of those 2.
--- If she did, (Y/N) I help her. In fact, if it weren't for you, (Y/N) would also have been scolded by Asmita and had the same punishment. You're always a gentleman, Shion.
Shion laughed at the last thing he said, but something inside him got a little scared. Would Danann ever know what he did? The answer was obvious, it was more than clear... but that dark desire of his, he didn't seem to regret what he did.
"Shion... you know the rule, please don't do it" (Y/N) he pleaded to the saint of Aries, knowing that what he was about to commit was a madness, a transgression... but the blood of his beloved had painted the knife of that scum that now lay on the ground "drop the weapon, please, drop it".
Shion could swear it was the only time he had ever felt so terrified and had done something so impulsive. It hadn't been necessary to hit the guy with full force, but he did it. He did it, because something inside him seemed to want to destroy him with a great rage. But it was (Y/N) who stopped him, who took off her mask and stood in front of him. It was she who kissed him, not with that affection and love... but with desperation. Shion could feel it, but the only thing that mattered to him was to hold her in his arms.
Is it... what Danann had seen? Something cold and dry? It was true that he never felt that way again, but that feeling was still there... deep inside him.
Bonus:
--- The darkness that dwells within them, though minuscule, is as dark as their armor is shiny --- Danann tensed at Elatha's words --- we can feel that darkness within them.
--- Elatha, please tell Morgenstern that there is no danger --- the freckled young woman pleaded with the blond-haired man --- You said it yourself, it is a small, somewhat manageable darkness.
--- Ada, I... --- Elatha stopped, by the look on her face, Danann knew that the others seemed to be talking to her or wanting to refute her idea. --- Morgenstern wants to talk to you --- oh no, she didn't feel ready, Danann prayed that Lugonis wouldn't let Morgenstern out.
But as the blond hair grew long, tousled and ash-gray... her hopes were shattered. In front of her was no longer Elatha, the soft-eyed young man, but Morgenstern... The one with the cruel hand.
--- Even as a small thing, Ada, that darkness is so deep... it is a sickness --- even the voice had become deeper, though somewhat hypnotic.
--- Morgen... Lugonis let you out... hehehe, did you know there was a saint with the same name who also had red hair? What a coincidence, isn't it? --- Danann tried to joke and divert the subject a little. Maybe even that maybe Lugonis himself would appear in front of her... or that Akram decided it would be better if he told her.
--- They're not going to show up, the System has agreed, so you're not going to save yourself from me.
--- Ah, that's not fair. Guys, don't let me die.
--- Have a seat, Ada, because this is going to be a long conversation.
--- I can't believe even Tomoe would agree to that, how unfair!
--- ADA!
--- Yeah, I hear you, I hear you
Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)
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Spanish version:
--- ¿Aun sigues teniendo pesadillas? --- Dokho miraba a su viejo amigo soltando un suspiro. El tiempo, eterno e imparable, ya había posado sus manos en el santo de libra y el Gran Patriarca; canas grises ya abundaban en la cabellera de Shion, y los recuerdos del ayer cada vez se hacían mas lejanos.
--- Quien haya estado en guerra o en batalla y diga que no las tiene, miente o jamás estuvo en guerra --- habló el Patriarca con cierta tristeza --- A veces lo que mas me entristece es no recordar ya su voz... la extraño Dokho.
--- No lo dudo, querido amigo, (Y/N) siempre estuvo en tus labios... a veces de manera literal cuando éramos jóvenes --- bromeo el castaño, haciendo enrojecer las mejillas de su amigo. Aun después de todo, ella lo hacia sentirse vulnerable y amado... incluso cuando ya no estaba en este mundo.
--- ... Fue Danann ¿verdad?
--- Si, los santos de Vulpecula serán tumbas selladas, pero cuando quieren dicen las cosas.
--- Recuérdame que necesito ocultar esa cloth, lo ultimo que necesito es alguien que pueda traicionar al Santuario.
--- Cierto, aunque lo que si era raro es que me acuerdo que Danann una vez lo dijo algo... seco y frío. Supongo que en ese entonces aun no entendía lo que era el cariño romántico o que Kardia y Manigoldo seguramente le habrían dado una concepto equivocado.
--- ... Posiblemente la segunda, me sorprende que nunca se haya cobrado por las jugarretas de esos 2.
--- Si lo hizo, (Y/N) le ayudo. De hecho, sino fuera por ti, (Y/N) también hubiera sido regañada por Asmita y tenido el mismo castigo. Tu siempre un caballero, Shion.
Shion rio ante lo ultimo dicho, pero algo dentro de el se asusto un poco. ¿Sabría alguna vez Danann lo que el hizo? La respuesta era evidente, era mas que claro... pero ese deseo oscuro de el, no parecía arrepentirse de lo que hizo.
"Shion... sabes la regla, por favor, no lo hagas" (Y/N) suplico al santo de Aries, sabiendo que lo que iba cometer era una locura, una transgresión... mas la sangre de su amada había pintado el cuchillo de esa escoria que ahora yacía en el suelo "suelta el arma, por favor, suéltala".
Shion podría jurar que era la única que vez que se sentía tan aterrado y había hecho algo tan impulsivo. No había sido necesario golpear con toda su fuerza al sujeto, pero lo hizo. Lo hizo, porque algo dentro de el parecía querer destruirlo con una gran rabia. Pero fue (Y/N) quien lo detuvo, quien se quito la mascara y se puso enfrente de el. Fue ella quien lo beso, no con ese cariño y amor... sino con desesperación. Shion podía sentirlo, pero lo único que le importo era tenerla en sus brazos
Es acaso... lo que Danann había visto ¿Algo frio y seco? Es cierto que jamás se volvió a sentir de esa manera, sin embargo, ese sentimiento seguia ahi... muy dentro de el.
Bonus:
--- La oscuridad que habita en ellos, a pesar de ser minúsculo, es tan oscura como brillante son sus armaduras --- Danann se tenso por las palabras de Elatha --- podemos sentir esa oscuridad dentro de ellos.
--- Elatha, por favor, dile a Morgenstern que no hay peligro --- la joven de pecas suplico ante el hombre de melena rubia --- Ustedes mismo lo dijeron, es una oscuridad pequeña, algo manejable.
--- Ada, yo... --- Elatha se detuvo, por la cara que tenia, Danann sabia que los demás parecían hablarle o querer rebatir su idea. --- Morgenstern quiere hablar contigo --- oh no, no se sentía lista, Danann rezaba con que Lugonis no dejara salir a Morgenstern.
Pero mientras el cabello rubio se volvía largo, alborotado y de color gris ceniza... sus esperanzas se hacían añicos. Frente a ella ya no estaba Elatha, el joven de mirada suave, sino Morgenstern... el de la mano cruel.
--- Aun siendo pequeña, Ada, esa oscuridad es profunda... es una enfermedad --- incluso la voz se había vuelto mas profunda, aunque un tanto hipnótica.
--- Morgen... Lugonis te dejo salir... jejeje, ¿sabias que habia un santo llamado igual y que tambien era pelirrojo? Que coincidencia ¿verdad? --- Danann intento bromear y desviar un poco el tema. Incluso que talvez el mismo Lugonis se presentara ante ella... o que Akram decidiera que era mejor que el se lo dijera.
--- No van a aparecer, el Sistema se ha puesto de acuerdo, asi que de mi no te vas a salvar.
--- Ah, no es justo. Muchachos, no me dejen morir
--- Toma asiento Ada, porque esta va ser una conversación bastante larga
--- No puedo creer que incluso Tomoe aceptara eso, que injusto
--- ¡ADA!
--- Si, ya oí, ya oí.
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hiding hunger
ikemen vampire | E | 6198
le comte de saint-germain / OC
Seiya has always kept her feelings for Comte under wraps, but what happens when something lets it slip? Will it finally awaken what has been hiding in Comte's heart for the longest time?
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When Seiya realizes that her most treasured bound leather notebook is in Arthur’s hands, her instinct is to lunge at him. What she doesn’t expect is that he would drop it.
Her heart falls to the ground as quickly as her notebook does; the loose sheets of paper littered extensively with little notes about and drawings of no one else but him, of course, Le Comte de Saint-Germain, fly out into the air.
To fall like paper snow onto the waiting garden, where said Comte is taking his afternoon tea.
“Arthur!” is the most of a reprimand she manages to shriek out before she’s running off to the stairs to pick up what’s left of her dignity scattered on the garden grounds.
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By the time she gets there, Sebastian has picked up a considerable amount of her loose drawings, both to her relief and embarrassment. She scrambles to gather what else is there, her face heating up with every page she lifts. Comte, reading in the study. Comte, addressing the residents at a dinner party. Comte, in the more formal clothes he wears for events. Comte, Comte, Comte.
All her wandering thoughts about him, strewn across the grass like confetti.
Arthur arrives soon after, to reach out an arm to help. She frowns at him deeply, the corners of her eyes shiny with tears.
“Now, now, no need to be so up—”
“This is your fault,” Seiya whispers lowly, trying her best so that Comte does not hear her. The tone in her voice makes Arthur stand back up, hand scratching the back of his neck.
She doesn’t know what to do. Her little crush on le Comte wasn’t exactly a secret—but it sort of was. To Comte, at least. Her closest friends had an inkling, but Vincent and Isaac weren’t exactly the type that pried. She’s sure Sebastian knows just because he’s Sebastian. And the more observant ones like Arthur and Theo definitely would have known too.
And Maybe Comte, too, but—there’s nothing like confirming a rumor, confessing a crime, with a gallery’s worth of art stumbling out of a window, right?
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to say it: keeping it a secret was just the least she could do to quiet her heart.
Leonardo is one of her closest companions. He has also been with Saint-Germain longer than anyone else in the mansion. So when Leonardo told her not to keep her hopes up about Comte, she said, “okay.”
And at this point, she’s mastered the art of keeping her feelings bottled tightly in her heart. She pours it out only in the scribbles of her pen.
And now it was here, laid bare in front of Saint-Germain’s eyes.
She holds back the sniffle as she gets up from her knees. Sebastian approaches her while she’s dusting her skirt, a sheaf of her drawings in hand. Her heart rises to her throat once she notices that the Comte is, in fact, watching her.
She has only the briefest of moments to speak before her voice goes away altogether. With a nod to Sebastian in thanks, she says, “Sorry for interrupting your tea time, Comte,” bowing lowly in regret before turning away again, heading off to the mansion sadly, Arthur following close behind.
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Comte watches her without a word as she makes her escape back to the mansion. He had wanted to help, rising from his chair to pick up some of the illustrations, but he was sent back down by Sebastian. The butler said he should leave the menial task to him. That was rather true, by etiquette, but in consideration of the contents of the drawings, Comte knew better.
He knows Seiya is an artist. She spends a lot of her free time drawing quietly in nooks and crannies she finds comfortable to work in. Sometimes she joins Vincent out when he paints. Sometimes she accompanies Napoleon and Isaac when they go to teach the kids, so she can sketch and draw out in the city with company. She had even shown him some of her illustrations in the past—but only with a little nagging from Leonardo.
…Ah, yes, Leonardo.
Seiya and Leonardo have a peculiar relationship, one that Comte has always thought was akin to lovers. When she first arrived at the mansion, Comte had asked his old friend if he could leave Seiya in his care. There were complaints—as he expected—but Leonardo took up the favor in time. It has been months since then, and she and Leonardo are rather intimately close to one another; it’s easy to find them snuggled against each other in random sofas in the mansion sleeping. There are also mornings when they both emerge out of Leonardo’s room in the morning for breakfast.
It was hard not to imagine that they were lovers.
But were they?
Comte had never given it much thought because while the hunger resides in him, a wolf sleeping in the cave, he isn’t the type to go after something, someone, that his friend already holds. He has no interest in coveting something that isn’t available to him, to begin with. In hindsight, he recalls that Leonardo hadn’t spoken to him about anything regarding his relationship with Seiya either, so perhaps—
“More tea, sir?”
He takes a deep breath. Thinks of Seiya with her lavender hair and her light blue eyes, glassy when she looked at him earlier, sheets of paper with his face on it in her hands.
The heart is a troublesome thing, he thinks, as he hands his teacup quietly to Sebastian.
-
Saint-Germain had intended to just let it unravel.
For the mystery to go on its own pace. For him to wait until Seiya is ready to tell her feelings for him to his face.
Unfortunately for the poor Comte, his heart is a stubborn one.
It happens before he even notices—how his eyes begin to wander. Up and down the mansion when he is unoccupied, hoping for a glimpse of her in the hallway. When he sees her and she is busy, he watches. Eyes grazing the curves of her body, the long lines of her legs, and the roundness of her breasts arching against the seams of her corset.
Seiya is a quiet girl, and for that, she does most of her talking through the rest of her body; the way she tugs at her sleeves when she is nervous, the little tug of the corner of her mouth when she is pleased, the crinkle of her nose when she is embarrassed, the way her eyebrows shoot up when she is surprised. Comte had noticed these in the past, and perhaps have teased her a little about it as well, but—until now, he hadn’t really thought much about it.
It’s different now.
Now, when he gets the opportunity to talk to her, he notices all the little things: the flush on her cheeks, the way she tucks her hair behind her ear, the way she curls forward toward him when he speaks. It even gets to the point where he gets embarrassed with how lost he is in the conversation, marveling at all the little details he is only now noticing. How much had he been missing all this time, and how long had he been blind?
This goes on for days, then weeks. Comte is astonished at himself for every little thing he notices. He and Seiya do not bring up what had happened with the drawings. Perhaps they do not need to. Eventually they return to their friendly conversations as if nothing had happened at all, as if it was just another mishap tucked away into the past.
He never sees the notebook again—as if she is much more careful with where it is now, away from his sight.
But there are other things Comte notices.
About himself. The way something in his heart stills whenever he sees her cuddled against Leonardo in the library while reading a book. The way a smile rises golden in his face whenever she comes up to him, to tell him about a new painting or a new musical piece or a new chapter of Sherlock Holmes. The way his heart pounds when it’s late at night and he remembers her, a fleeting thought that casts glitters all over his mind, thoughts he will try to brush away but still find there, hiding in its corners, an eternity from now.
The way he becomes more watchful of how Leonardo takes care of her—has she eaten? Where did she fall asleep, where are you carrying her to?—like he is trying to take on the role, see if he can fit a spot next to her in between the two of them, even if he isn’t so sure she is his for the taking.
Le Comte de Saint-Germain is a greedy man.
Leonardo knows this. And Leonardo notices.
Comte does not.
And just like that, the sleeping wolf begins to wake.
-
Leonardo doesn’t often go out on trips. In his long history of staying with Saint-Germain, Leonardo’s trips were often of the “I don’t know if I’ll come back” nature—the kind with the hanging goodbyes only those who have the rest of eternities to live can truly become accustomed to.
He goes to the city, sure, beloved as he is to the other citizens downtown, but to go out on long trips outside of Paris isn’t something that occurred a lot, except if he was running away. So when Leonardo announces that he would be out for “a couple of weeks to the countryside”, Comte knows that there is something up.
And true enough, there is something up, because when asked why he was leaving, Leonardo’s answer is the most deadpan “I’m getting tired of seeing you make that face.”
Comte understands without elaboration.
In a few days, Leonardo is gone.
The weeks leading up to Leonardo’s departure meant that Seiya hung around him like a baby koala a lot. Once he’d left, she is left drifting about, wandering the halls as if looking for anchor—spending time with Isaac, watching Vincent paint.
But it’s the nights that are ruthless.
Sleeping in her room with a too-big bed in a too-quiet mansion that smells too clean without the constant assault of tobacco—Seiya somehow cannot sleep properly without Leonardo around. Her sleep becomes so erratic she has become a sort of Leonardo herself, being found by the residents sleeping in the middle of the day in the most unexpected of places—on a stool in the kitchen, leaning against the countertop; in the gazebo at the garden, Vic and King at her side; on the sofa in the library, curled up uncomfortably.
Comte finds himself walking down the hallways of the mansion looking for her at odd hours of the day, a blanket in tow, to make sure she is comfortable, to make sure she is warm. He knows that to her he is not Leonardo, but he can try to be a suitable substitute.
In truth, she sleeps because when she is awake, the sound of Leonardo’s parting words with her echoes in her brain like an alarm. “There’s only so much time I can buy for you, cara mia,” he had said, ruffling her hair before he left. Seiya understands but at the same time she doesn’t. The deep-gold silhouette of Saint-Germain watching over them at the staircase burns itself at the back of her eyelids.
Leonardo is so cruel, telling her to not keep her hopes up but then opening the door. Shining the light. Leading her down the hall.
He’s just the same as his old friend.
A week into Leonardo’s trip, the dark circles under Seiya’s eyes have grown to a worrisome shade, the kind that Comte just can’t let pass. So on one afternoon, in-between sharing tea with her, even when he knows it would spell the death of him, he offers: “You could sleep with me, if you like.”
She nearly chokes on the jasmine tea she’s just taken a sip of. “Pardon?”
“You haven’t had good sleep the past week, have you not? If you want company, I can be a warm body.”
Seiya…hesitates. She could say yes, of course, as it ultimately means more time spent with him—and it wasn’t like she was admitting to anything by agreeing to it. Just friendly, platonic naps, the kind she also took with Leonardo. But at the same time she feared her will would break, at the touch of his arms around her, the thrum of his pulse underneath his clothes—he might just ruin her and make her surrender.
But when she looks up to make sure Comte is really offering her this, the honey gold of his eyes only gets her to say “Yes… please?”
It starts… slow. It’s a dynamic they’ve never tried before, as someone Comte has always felt one step higher than her, a distance she could never find the courage to cross. Being with Leonardo is easy, because he treats her like a younger sibling, the comfort, familiarity, and tease of an older brother to a sister he wants to protect. But with Comte? The race of her heart in her chest would only serve to get her caught.
But then it gets easy.
She first starts with accompanying Comte in his room as he’s working. As she readjusts her sleeping schedule, she sneaks in naps in his bed or on armchairs and sofas, the scribble of his pen on paper lulling her to rest. Later on, she begins to work around him as well—sometimes she reads, sometimes she draws; he spots the notebook she’d been hiding from him as she resumes making sketches of him. They have tea together in the afternoon. When he has something to do at town, she accompanies him. When she wants alone time but would still like him around, he stays in his room and she lays at the lounge chair in the balcony, the one overlooking the Paris horizon.
Leonardo has been gone for three weeks.
And at this point, it feels… just fine. Seiya misses him, for sure, but having Comte as company is an experience she appreciates having had. The incident at the garden is now long behind them. It’s as if they’ve found a suitable rhythm for the two of them, one they can live by.
But it isn’t enough.
Not yet.
And Leonardo is coming home soon, because there is only so long the Renaissance man can buy for Comte, and Saint-Germain knows this. The longer Comte spends with Seiya the more he learns how much her company means to him. Sure, he has driven the thought at the back of his mind for the longest time, and maybe he’s not taken care of the feeling properly. But it’s still there, growing roots in his mind, enclosing his heart, drawing nourishment out of it.
Making him thirsty.
Making him want.
The wolf quietly sitting in the bushes, waiting for the perfect moment to chase and pounce.
He can deny his heart but not the lunge of his pulse, not the pain of fangs growing sharper the more the scent of her lingers in his room, her shampoo on the bedsheets, her perfume in the air. His heart is patient but his hands are not.
And time and fate wait for no one.
-
Comte takes two bottles of rouge per day; one in the morning, and one in the evening. His thirst has placated through the years; it only flows calmly inside of him.
But not as of late. Sebastian’s brought him his fourth bottle late in the afternoon. The butler looks at him curiously, and offers to take the sleeping Seiya—out in the veranda—back to her room to sleep.
“No,” is Comte’s quick answer, a little too quick that Sebastian wavers, and with a deep breath Comte composes himself and adds, “it’s alright.”
(It isn’t quite so.)
He downs the bottle of rouge slowly, feeling the blood going down his throat. Making sure it’s there, as if telling his instincts: this is your share. Stop longing for something else. But his fangs still hang painfully in his mouth, searching for flesh.
Maybe if he covers her scent with a sheet, he’ll relax.
He stands up, picks up one of the folded blankets on the bed, and heads out to the veranda for Seiya. The southern-facing veranda lets the sun leave an angled golden glow on the balcony; Comte traces it with his gaze from the city, back to the lounge where the one he loves sits.
She’s lying on the sofa with her leg raised up, perhaps after having been used as a table for her sketching; the open notebook on her lap reveals a sketch of the city. The other sketchbook next to her is folded closed, but a couple of pages peek out from in between, revealing little sketches of Saint-Germain—the same kind he’d seen that afternoon in the garden.
Not that Comte is paying attention to the sketches when she’s right there, with the milky line of her long legs underneath her stockings; the plush flesh of her thighs where her skirt has ridden up; the curves of the top of her breasts under her blouse; the small, pink o of her mouth slightly open as she sleeps; the brush of her bangs light on her forehead; the flush on her cheeks a healthy, vibrant glow.
He’s about to drape the blanket he’s brought with him when her even breathing is interrupted by a sighed syllable. He holds the blanket in his arms as he waits for her to finish the word.
“…main…”
Hm?
“Ss…ger…”
Her breath hitches and she curls a little tighter, the notebook on her lap falling quietly on the floor. Her foot curls against her other ankle; her thighs rub against each other.
“Comte… Saint-Germain…”
And then she moans.
That’s it.
Something howls and sings inside of him and he listens to it. The blanket drops to the ground as Comte falls to his knees next to her like a devotee. He encloses her mouth with his; restraint snapping like a frail string. She makes a half-asleep moan at the feeling of it and it goes straight down his cock, lighting him on fire. When she reaches out for him on instinct, he envelops her with her arms right back.
She opens her eyes slowly, as if she’s still asleep. “Am I… dreaming?”
Comte brushes the stray hairs off her face and says, “Even better.”
It doesn’t register immediately. Seiya reaches out to press the palm of her hand against Comte’s cheek as if making sure he’s real. Comte slides a hand on her calf, feeling the warmth of her flesh through the stockings.
And then it hits.
Seiya jolts backward on instinct, knees bending in front of her as she lets go of Comte like he’s hot. “I’m—Comte, I—”
“Seiya,” he says, the syllables of her name rolling out of his mouth like something sacred, “Tell me. Tell me and I’ll show you.”
“Le Comte…”
His voice sounds strained. “Tell me, let me, and I’ll show you what you do to me.”
Seiya takes a moment.
Lets it linger; the gleaming glow of the afternoon sun over the both of them; the hunger in his eyes; the fear that was thrumming underneath her skin;
The need.
She brushes his bangs off his forehead so she sees him clearly, and then says, “I love you.”
And it’s like something snaps.
Saint-Germain kisses her like she’s the sun and he’s been underground for months. One of his hands cradles her head, tangling in between the lavender strands of her hair. The other holds her cheek, to prove that she’s there, as if convincing himself that he’s not just at wits’ end clinging into hallucinations.
He gives her a moment to breathe; holds her heart in his hands when he brushes off with his thumb the pooled saliva at the corner of her mouth and says: “I can’t believe you’ve gone on for so long without knowing how much I’ve wanted you.” And when she moves her lips as if to retaliate or to deny, Comte gets up and pushes her further onto the sofa, “Talk later” coming out harsh from his mouth.
His hands are quick as he undoes her garments, but the ease is nowhere near coolheaded. Something burns underneath his skin and only touching her can cool it. He starts with the ribbons and hooks of her skirt and then inward; tugs off her blouse in between leaving bruising kisses on her mouth—he still can’t get enough of her—and loosens the lacings of her undergarments with precision.
But by this time he’s run out of his patience, so he sinks his fingers into her stockings and rips them apart.
The gasp is half of surprise and half of pleasure. Comte does not stop until the stockings are nothing but tattered cloth pooling on the floor. Seiya does not feel fully bare until this moment. The thrum of blood in her ears makes her dizzy; she thinks of the scar she’s always had to hide on her leg, and in a panic, she suddenly whispers, “Wait—out here? We should go—”
Comte does not need to shush her; the words go back down her throat when his hands touch her bare calf. Time stills; his fingers, earlier all brute force and tearing apart, are gentle as they trace up her leg; he runs his fingers down the discolored flesh like a reverent worshipper. He raises her leg up toward him and presses a trail of kisses downward.
She sighs at the sensation and it makes Comte look up at her.
The full force of his gaze into hers leaves her unsteady—will she ever get used to him being this way?
For a moment, the instinct is to hide. The instinct of prey in the face of a predator, Seiya tries to jerk her leg back toward her but Comte does not budge. She decides to attempt to close them instead, to push him away, but his hands are on her knees, holding her thighs apart.
When Seiya catches Comte graze his tongue underneath his fang, like nursing it, she knows she is a goner.
Comte positions her knees over his shoulders and then proceeds to have a taste of her. The heat and scent of her sex against his face nearly drives him to the point of insanity. But this is a meal he would like to relish. He presses small kisses down her slit before urging the folds open with his fingers, Seiya panting above him; his nose nudges her clit and her hands fly to his hair.
“Comte…” she cries out, her voice hoarse, tears escaping the corners of her eyes. When Comte looks up at her, a shudder runs down her spine.
“‘Abel,’” he says, gently, pressing a kiss on her inner thigh. “That’s my name. Call me that.”
Seiya nods; slides her fingers from the flaxen mop of his hair to his cheek, and croons out: “Abel.”
God, he thinks, just how much can this woman drive me insane?
Much to Seiya’s delight (and embarrassment), Comte has a sharp learning curve that points him in the right direction in no time. His tongue teases her sensitive bundle of nerves, circling and teasing until all she can do is sob out his name. Her fingers leave crescent-moon marks against his scalp but it only urges him on; lathers two fingers with the slick coming out of her before slipping them inside her wet heat.
The world is spinning. Has it been an eternity or only a moment? Comte is not giving her what she wants, just dangling her over the edge, giving her the sweet taste of it but not enough to satisfy. Tongue making delicate work of her pussy, fingers of one hand curling inside of her, another squeezing her breast like seeking comfort—she lifts her fist to her mouth and bites into it as Comte toys with her a little bit longer, long fingers finding something electric, grazing it, molding it, and then—
She falls. The orgasm is unlike anything else—not when it means everything at the same time: that maybe Comte does return her feelings, that Comte wants to do this with her, that Comte is thinking of her—she shivers and her heels dig against his back as she spasms against him; and he lets her, continues to eat her out for the entirety of it, wringing her dry and overstimulated.
“Abel!” she cries out, hands flying to his face to get him to look up at her and to pause lest she loses all that’s left of her sanity. His face is slick with her juices and it sends a new wave of warmth through her but she’s had enough. “Take me, please. Have me.”
“If you so wish,” Comte says, running the back of his hand against his lips before kissing her again; he doesn’t let go even as he readjusts their position into a comfortable one. Her legs curl around his waist as if on instinct. Comte quickly undresses, his coat and vest landing on the floor and his bottoms kicked somewhere else; his shirt unbuttoned all the way. When her wandering touch strays onto the sharp curls of trailing yellow hair upward his stomach, he guides her hand toward his cock, relishing in her face’s darkening shade of red. She can barely wrap her hands around his girth; for a moment she worries about it being too big. “Guide me,” he says—an order and not a request—and it makes her breath stop in her throat.
But her need is stronger than her shyness, and so she guides his hardness against her dripping cunt, sighing as she rocks it between her folds before slotting it into her. Comte lifts her hips up once he’s in, supporting her as he slides inch by inch to fill her. He brushes her hair to the back of the sofa, out of the way; her hands cling onto her biceps as she begins to feel the weight of him inside of her.
She spots Comte looking at something beyond her but she doesn’t get to ask before he roughly jolts forward, causing her to cry out.
Seiya has always thought that Comte had a monster hiding inside of him; below his coolly composed demeanor, there was a hungry beast in him that he had long learned to tame. Now, here, fucking on the sofa at his room’s veranda, in the full view of whoever dared look up, the sun sinking into twilight, Seiya comes face to face with the wolf that Comte had shackled inside of him for so long.
His thrusts are frantic and rushed; there is only rhythm and speed, no patience or art. Seiya’s had her share; now, Comte is using her for his pleasure, sweat dripping down his brow, his grip harsh on her hips—there will be bruises tomorrow. He presses her face against the valley in between her breasts and moans. Her name falls from his mouth, “Seiya, Seiya,” in between syllables of “Fuck” and “So good,” the brusqueness of the words so unbecoming of Comte it makes her even more sensitive to them.
She curls forward, toward him, trying to meet his thrusts even when her legs have long turned into mush. When Comte realizes what she is trying to do, a new sort of enthusiasm fills him; it’s as if he has woken up from a trance. “Seiya,” he calls out, “mouth,” is all he can say, and she obeys; he slips two fingers into her waiting mouth and she suckles on them as if it were his cock. He hisses at the feeling and pulls them out as soon as he is satisfied; replacing his fingers with his tongue as he returns to making out with her; his now-slick fingers finding a spot in between the both of them to rub her still-sensitive clit, urging her now: come, Seiya, come for me.
Seiya is obedient. It doesn’t take long.
Comte cannot say he hasn’t dreamt of claiming Seiya for his own in the past. But none of his wildest dreams would have been close to what this is like: the feeling of her pulsing and squeezing around him, because of him, he brought this pleasure for her, the sound of her voice as she gasps for air, the broken syllables of his name and sputterings of thanks and disbelief as the white-hot pleasure brands her, her fingers curled around his arms for dear life. It takes all of his self-control to not just surrender at that moment, to pull her by her waist and just fuck into her until he is spent.
And then the door to the veranda clicks open.
By this time, the sun has already long disappeared under the horizon; while the shroud of darkness has comforted her in hiding her rendezvous with the man of the house, the brightness of the inside of Comte’s room with the lights turned up sends her reeling when it illuminates Leonardo’s form. Seiya’s eyes are wide as dinnerplates as she scrambles for something to cover herself—her hair—but Leonardo looks unbothered, only throwing a knowing kind of expression at his friend, half a smile on his face.
And then Comte speaks.
“I was wondering when you would come in.”
Seiya’s neck snaps with how fast she turns to face him.
“Well, I didn’t want to interrupt, and it finally seemed like a good time.”
“Haha, how polite of you,” Comte says, genuine amusement in his tone. He returns his gaze back to Seiya, who is looking up at him with such a panicked expression; her legs tense around him. “It’s alright, ma bien-aimée. He will not stay unless you want him to.”
Which meant: he will stay if you want him to.
She turns, one more time, to look at Leonardo. Leonardo, the one that has been with her for every tumultuous rise and fall of her emotions toward Comte. How similar and different he was to his friend. Their gentle, golden eyes like twin fires. But then, the fall of his brown hair against the sides of his face. The kind of half-smirk he always seems to wear. The familiar tobacco smell he brought with him wherever he go; the one she’d longed for the entire time he was absent. Just looking at him, she remembers the feeling of his body underneath hers, memorized after months of cuddled-up sleep.
Seiya isn’t sure.
She doesn’t know what she feels about Leonardo yet.
But she knows one thing.
“Want you to stay,” she says, softly, hand still curled around Comte’s arm. “Please, Leonardo. Stay?”
And the man smiles like he’s won the world. “Just for you, cara mia.”
Comte slides out of her comforting warmth so he can lift her into his arms; the motion makes her sigh lowly, causing the two men to tense for the briefest of moments. Leonardo holds the door open as the two lovers make their way to the room’s large bed. When they get there she is understandably nervous; Comte takes his time kissing every tense muscle. Seiya watches Leonardo move across the room; from shutting the door to pulling one of the plush armchairs so that it faces the bed.
“Don’t mind me,” he says when he spots her staring, but how can Seiya not, when he’s pulled down his trousers just enough to reveal his cock, still at half-mast but very obviously will be as impressive as Comte’s once it’s fully hard.
Seiya’s got the first syllable of Leonardo’s name on her mouth when Comte steals it away with a kiss, light at first but then deep, his tongue prodding her lips open as she relaxes, her hands making their way around him again.
In a moment of tenderness, Comte presses a kiss on her forehead, on her nose, and then on her lips before saying: “Let’s show Leonardo how beautiful you are.”
Comte guides her slowly into position; turning her so that she’s on her hands and knees, facing Leonardo. Her cheeks turn even redder once she catches Leonardo stroking himself quietly, a smirk on his face as he watches Comte maneuver her around for his pleasure. Comte presses a kiss on the dip of her lower back before he guides his still-hard cock to her, coating himself with her essence before slipping into the warmth of her pussy.
Something about being watched by Leonardo sends her brain haywire. Comte is fucking her against the pillow, but his one hand has tangled itself into her hair, pulling her backward and up, allowing her to come eye-to-eye with Leonardo’s careful gaze. She can’t deny the heat that sinks through every inch of her skin, through every bit his eyes land at, tracing the mounds at her chest, the fucked out look she’s wearing on her face—“Leonardo,” she croons, once the pre-cum begins to build around the head of his cock.
Comte’s arm suddenly comes underneath her, pulling her up from the underside of her breasts, forcing her against him. “Remember who is in you,” he growls, before sending her back down. She hears Leonardo’s soft “tsk tsk” before she lands on her elbows; it’s about all she can do to brace herself and stay upright as Comte properly pistons into her, filling the room with the sound of flesh meeting flesh. She can’t look up at Leonardo knowing it would be her ruin, but she can hear the sound of him jerking himself off; at the same time, the sound of Comte’s moans and groans go straight to her core, making her squeeze and contract and pulling Comte deeper into senseless ecstasy.
“I love you,” Comte suddenly says, out of nowhere, causing her to buckle forward onto her cheek. His tone is filled with love and possession and hunger. “I love you, Seiya.” He slides a free hand to the space between her legs, quickly finding the sensitive bud.
“Abel, I—” she cries out as Comte begins to play with her clit and her nipple; he pushes her back up, making sure he’s got her, pressing his face at the junction of her neck and shoulder to fill him with her scent, sweet and intoxicating. “I—I love you, I’ve loved you—” she nearly falls forward with the sudden jolt of pleasure when his cock brushes somewhere electric. “I’m gonna… cum—”
“Cum,” Comte urges, angling himself so he hits that spot that made her spasm over and over again. “Show me how beautiful you are. Show Leonardo.”
And then it was over.
She leans her entire weight against Comte’s arms when the most powerful orgasm she’s had today hits her, knocking the wind out of her. Like an avalanche that only gets stronger and stronger the longer it rolls through her. Comte fucks her throughout the entirety of it, dragging it out for as long as he can until it’s too much even for him, her scent, her warmth, the wetness, her voice—he presses his fangs against her jugular only to sate him but not to break skin, as he pours his cum, white and warm, deep inside of her.
They fall over each other sticky with sweat. Comte rolls off of her, careful to give her space to breathe. When she comes to, she turns toward him and presses a kiss—chaste but filled with love—onto Comte’s lips.
“Was wondering how long it would take the both of you.”
The two new-lovers turn toward Leonardo as if they had just remembered his existence. He’s still sprawled on the armchair, although this time, with his hands out on his sides, leaving his still-hard cock free-standing in front of him. Seiya tries her best not to stare.
“You arrived just in time, actually,” Comte says, as he helps Seiya sit up.
Leonardo shakes his head. “Your patience for the oddest things never made sense to me.”
Seiya considers, for a moment, what this is. Comte who held her heart in his hands for the longest time—Comte who didn’t know how to express it until it was all that consumed him. And across them, Leonardo, sitting there having watched them press their loves onto their bodies, smiling as Comte holds her in his arms. Leonardo who has always been there for her, from every up and down of her feelings with Comte—who, she realizes, probably left knowing this would happen.
Two of the people she loves the most in this mansion. Her heart sings for them.
In what way, they don’t know yet. But for now, the fucking, the loving, the adoration sends confidence fluttering in her heart.
Turning toward Leonardo, she licks her lips.
“Need some help?”
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written last year (!) for the lovely @beni-draw-ikemen-please for their OC and their beloved, Comte! please check them out, they make amazing art!
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Hello! I was roaming though your Tumblr account and I noticed Saint Seiya, I LOVE Saint Seiya and I was wondering that may I request a Seiya x childhood friend headcanons or Athena x childhood headcanons? Please?
AHHH I just saw this!! I love Saint Seiya, specifically the og knights of the Zodiac. I'll try my best. I hope you like this, it’s my first time doing a request!
Saint Seiya × childhood friend
Seiya would miss you a ton while training in Greece. As soon as he got back from Greece he'd visit you, even before trying to drop off the armor. At first he would be too focused on finding his sister to even notice his feelings for you, much less your feelings for him, but one day it'd click for him. Or more specifically he would find himself bragging talking about you with the rest of the team. Then one of them (probably Hyoga) would snap at him and tell Seiya to just shut up and ask you out or he would. Then Seiya would probably get defensive and ask you out.
You'd have to be really patient with him. Seiya would drag you around every once in a while forgetting that not everyone spent their childhood training.
He would absolutely show you off to his team. He'd brag about how perfect you were. He'd invite you to any training session.
Seiya would most definitely show off in front of you. He'd invite you to his matches and brag about how capable he was. Yes, he's half dead after the match with Shiryu but as soon as he sees you, he gives the biggest smile.
After Ikki's first attack he would be extremely scared for you. He'd probably want you to move in with him or near him. At least temporarily, he'd want to keep watch over you.
Remember when I said, you'd need patience with Seiya. Yeah you would probably be a saint yourself to put up with him. This man's a mess but we love him. He wouldn't be at home too often yet he'd always manage to leave a pile of dirty clothes.
Despite his inability to keep his place clean, he is a wonderful cook. Whenever he would be at home he'd cook meals for you. He's an early riser, it's a habit he got in Greece. If he woke up before you he'd bring you breakfast in bed.
Seiya has nightmares. They don't happen often but when they do, he let out a scream that could wake even the neighbors. Moments like that you would have to wake him. He never wants to talk about the nightmare. He barely wants to talk at all. You'd probably rake your fingers through his hair. You would tell him stories of your past together. Eventually Seiya would start to talk, he'd tell you more stories of his sister. He'd confide in you about how sometimes he was afraid he wouldn't remember her eventually.
Once he did reunite with his sister, he’d be ready to reintroduce you two. Seiya would be over the moon, the two people he loves the most get along and are with him.
He alternates between big and little spoon (he prefers little spoon but he’d ever say it). When he’s big spoon, he feels like he has the world in his arms. While he loves being little spoon, it causes him trouble to let his guard down, he’s used to being on high alert. After he does manage to calm down, he’s a cuddly cat, he’d practically burrow into your chest. The two of you would stay together in that position for hours. He likes it when you run your fingers through his hair and rub his back. He’d be half asleep and notice that you stopped and whine until you continue again. :3
Short couple hc for Saori (Athena) x childhood friend- I'm gonna be saying Saori instead of Athena bc that's how I usually call her.
You were Saori's first real friend. Yeah, the knights were there but they didn't really get along with her at first, you've always been the closest. As such you're extremely special to her.
If you ever need help whether it's with money troubles or just personal things, she's there for you. Need help finding a job? A partner company of hers mysteriously received your resume and you hear from them. Need help with a subject in school? She will personally tutor you.
She's smart. So smart. But also so so stupid. She would have no idea that she likes you. She'd know that you were special to her but she wouldn't be able to explain why. You'd have to be the first to confess and at first she'd be like "of course I like you." "No Saori, I like you." "Ohh"
Once you two do start dating she would be a bit stiff. She'd worry about doing things properly. Does she need to court you? Do you need to court her? Is everything going to change? No Saori, everything is not going to change, you’ve always been friends and that won’t change, there’s just more romance.
After she calms down, she’d totally spoil you. Roses whenever you meet, books when you need them, little trinkets and bracelets. If she travels she’d always bring souvenirs.
If you took her to meet your parents she’d be the ideal partner. She’d take you to the planetarium and talk about her grandfather, the only paternal figure she knew. It would be one of the few times you’d see her cry.
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