golden table


For the following request: “Could you please do a blurb where harry and the reader get into an argument?” 

This one is rather long, and angsty… Hope you all enjoy :) x

“What do you mean you can’t come? We’re in the bridal party, Harry..” you trail off meekly, staring at him with wide eyes over the top of your laptop.

He’s leaning against the doorway of your shared room with his arms crossed against the chest of the white t shirt he has on, tattooed arms glowing in the light of the sunset that’s streaming through the parted curtains, “Christ, love.. I kno’. But there’s nothin’ I can do… yeh kno’ I’d be there if I could.”

You blink at him in disbelief over your screen before you lower it to a close, sitting up on the bed and curling your legs towards you as you set the computer aside. You’re at a loss for words and the silence in between you two is deafening. He’s talking about missing your sister’s wedding this weekend, a wedding that has been planned months in advance.

“Say somethin,” he commands with a rasping voice, causing you to look up at him from your shocked reviere.

“Can’t you talk to Jeff? Harry everyone’s expecting us…” you try again with a weak voice, tilting your head at him. All your extended relatives were excited to meet Harry, but most especially your grandparents.

He sighs deeply and pushes off the doorway, making his way towards you and sitting on the bed next to you. He covers your knee with a hand, giving it a loving squeeze as he looks you carefully in the eye, “Tried, my love. S’just something ‘ve got t’do. S’fo m’job innit?”

His last statement makes the dropping sense of disappointment in your stomach pause for a moment.  He has a point. In all your time with Harry, you hadn’t often resented his career. It was a lot to handle, yes. From the hate, to the never ending flashes of cameras, to the overwhelming feeling of him being gone time and time again. His career was something he worked so hard for  and he made you so proud.  He handled as much as he personally could with charm and a careful heart, and even if you weren’t dating him- you know you’d admire him. Especially with his upcoming album, one that he’s worked so tirelessly for, one that you had convinced him was golden time and time again, you know this last minute nuisance of a event is crucial. And although the overwhelming part of you wants to throw a fit, you know you won’t.

His eyes are sincere and his brows are furrowed as he watches every inch of your face closely. You can tell he feels guilty, and you shake your head boldly before clearing your throat, “Y-yeah You’re right. It’s okay, Harry.”

Harry sighs with relief, giving you a boyish grin before he leans forward and presses a puckering kiss to your cheek in appreciation, “S’my girl. Knew yeh would understand fo’ me.”

That had been 4 days ago, and you thought you would understand. Because you had time and time again, but now, sitting with your hair pinned up in two dozen different places and aching feet to accompany your sour mood- you think otherwise. It had been a succession of events that had led you to feeling so… damn sorry for yourself. From your cousin having to step in to accompany you in the bridal festivities, to answering the question of Harry’s whereabouts from countless relatives, to Harry not even sending you a text throughout the day, and to now- watching the couples of all types dancing away: daddy/daughter, bride and groom, old aunts and uncles, and your parents. You feel completely alone in a room full of people, and slightly humiliated too.

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Typo online haul! Everything is supper cute! Bought with my friends for the free shipping 🙊🙈

Although the planner is 6.16-6.17 the spread is actually the same so I’m using the June ones from last year for this year as well!

P.S. I have extra planner (A5 exact to the pic) and willing to sell it at supper cheap price (sors Singapore only! )

Here’s some STRANSKI artwork taken form my brand new 100 page full colour hardback artbook, which is now funding on KICKSTARTER RIGHT HERE! 


newworldchild  asked:

PJO AU question! (I'm very excited XD) What are the Gods reactions to finding out that Keith and Shiro are together? Also, do you think some of them made bets about when they'd get together?

Oh my god lmao I love this There’s another ask, Camp Version but I’ll answer the Gods Version first because this would be funny and this came first.

Voltron PJO AU: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 

The gods were having their luncheon (let’s pretend they actually do that) at Mouth Olympus. They were all gathered around the big golden table and Hephaestus TV was on. It was the gods’ entertainment, they get to see how their children are doing and they get to witness some dramas between the gods and the demigods.

Camp Half Blood was on, it showed that scene wherein the son of Ares had the son of Hades pinned down with his sword

“Oho! That’s my boy, Dan!” Cheered Ares as he drank wine. He looked around the table, “Mother’s from the marines. Pretty—”

“You were not supposed to injure your opponent, demigod.” Shiro on the TV said, catching everyone’s attention back.

Zeus smirked. 

Ares snorted, the same time his son on TV snorted. Like father like son. They witnessed Keith turning the tables and sneering at Dan. “You piece of shit.”

“Ohohohoho!” the other gods cheered. “Hades’ boy really knows how to get shit done.” Hermes barked out his laughter. 

Hades just shrugged proudly as he drank wine. “My boy is resilient.” Zeus could see how Hades was smiling a little when he saw his son immobilize the son of Ares. 

TV Keith spat out blood and walked out.

“Now that was just a very cool exit,” hummed Apollo. “Why can’t my kids be badass like your kids, Hades?” 

TV Shiro grabbed Keith’s arm but failed miserably to stop him. The gods continue to watch until they see Shiro sit beside Keith under the tree and they held hands.

“Oh, what is this?” Aphrodite perked up. She giggled. “Do I sense love in the air?” She wiggled her eyebrows at Zeus. “Your son has got good taste, doesn’t he, Zeus?”

“Now that you’ve mentioned it, Hades’ son is quite handsome. Like he’s so rugged yet handsome. Totally manly basing from what he did a while ago, too.” Apollo commented. “I’d totally—”

“Don’t finish that sentence, Apollo,” Hades interrupted to which the sun god just chuckled.

“I agree with Apollo though,” Athena joined. “They would be quite a pair. Two most powerful demigods? Together? Zeus and Hades’ offsprings at that?” She hummed in pleasure. 

“Definitely interesting! They could literally destroy the world!” Aphrodite rejoiced. “Imagine if they broke up.”

“No one is breaking up,” Zeus sighed. “Besides, they’re not even together yet.”

“Obviously, ‘cause your son is a wimp.” Hades muttered.

“Did you just call my son a wimp?” Zeus raised his eyebrow, bending a little forward to look at his brother. “Are you telling me he can’t muster up every ounce of confidence and confess his undying love for your boy?”

“Ah, so you do acknowledge he’s in love with my boy.” Hades smirked.

“Why of course. Everyone can see it. Can you?”

Hades just hummed. “I saw it the first time they met actually.”

“Oh my gods! Yes!” Aphrodite exclaimed. “It was the cutest puppy love! I was wondering when they will actually admit it.”

“Alright, alright. Bring it all in.” Hermes said. “Let’s start a betting pool. Let’s all see when one of them finally admits to the other, eh?”

“We are not placing bets on my son,” Zeus interrupted. “If he wants to take it slow, then he will take it slow.”

“You’re just scared you’ll lose, Dad,” Apollo giggled. “C’mon! Have a little faith in my lil brother, will ya? He’s got Zeus genes!” 

“I’m betting it will be Hades’ boy who will snap and just kiss him just to get shit done,” Hermes chuckled, placing his bet. “Give or take in a month.”

Hades gasped, scandalized. “My son has more tact than that!”

“This will be fun,” Aphrodite grinned as she looked at the TV and Shiro and Keith were napping under the tree.

Love me like you do (Part 4)-Balem Series

A/N: This story is growing so much longer than anticipated lol But, I can’t help it….I love slow burns.


His eyes were glued to you, every footstep bringing him closer until you felt the heaviness of his presence before you. With every inch he closed your nerves began to shake, alerting you of danger and yet deep in the pit of your stomach you did not wish to move. It was strange for a man to have such an effect on you. Especially someone who was a complete stranger, but the way he moved, and those eyes…it was like a slow hunt he had planned and you couldn’t even fathom what he wanted.

“Better. Much better.”

He walked in a circle around you, so entranced by your new appearance. He admired the view, obviously pleased with the change and as he stopped behind you his fingers trailed along the skin of your back, making you squeak in surprise.

With a start, you scrambled away holding your hands up as if that’d stop him from coming any closer.

“Don’t you dare!”

“How dare I?” He seemed amused by your sudden show of defense, and with a delighted smirk upon his lips he just drew ever closer to you.

Within your chest your heart began to beat wildly, and you could almost hear every beat of it in your ears. But, even if you backed up he just closed the distance again, his amusement only growing.

“Do you know why you’re here? Why you’re still alive?”

He backed you into the corner, your breath caught in your throat as he lifted his hands. Balem placed them on either side of your head, nails scratching against the marble as he leaned down, his face mere centimeters from your own. You could practically feel the heat of his body, and it rolled off in waves as he spoke in that soft, yet demanding tone.

“It is because I’ve let you keep your miserable life. I could harvest you…”

As he said this, his eyes dropped to your lips eyebrow twitching like he was attempting to control whatever emotions he was feeling. He slid one hand down the wall, bringing it to your cheek yet not touching it. It hovered there, the warmth of his palm still being felt even with the absence of his touch. Fear crept inside you, and to stop your body from visibly shaking you turned your head to the side, not wanting to meet his intimidating gaze.

Balem’s lips stretched into a devilish grin, his eyes once again moving along your features and stopping at your eyes. He dared to reach out, allowing himself the pleasure of grazing your bottom lip with his thumb. He moved forward, lips stopping next to your ear as he whispered.

“And while your life is such a precious commodity for me, I choose to use it differently. To think…such a gem was hidden away on that wretched speck of dust.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, and with every word that passed those lips your knees grew weak. It was something that didn’t escape Balem’s notice, and he chuckled darkly as he pressed you fully into the wall, his chest firmly pushed into yours as he made you quite aware of his reasons.

“And I own you…that’s why you’re alive.”

He moved away slowly,and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding until now. A weak whimper left your mouth, and he only smiled triumphantly like he just won the best prize in the world. Before you could ask any questions, he turned on his heel, looking over his shoulder at you and nodding towards the double doors of his chambers.

“Follow me.”

You watched him walk away, keeping your eyes fixed on the tails of his long cape. It was the only thing that distracted you enough from your fear, and with all the boldness you had left you spoke up.


Balem stopped just at the doors, not turning just yet but you could tell he stiffened from the interruption. His green eyes were on you just then, and you took a cautious step back.

“Um…what do you mean harvest? And by own the earth and-”

“Enough with your questions. I’ve other matters to attend to, and you will escort me to them. Be grateful I’ve let you keep your existence, little bird.”

His pet name for you was almost charming, if not for the entire kid napping portion of your acquaintance. But, seeing how annoyed he was currently getting you sucked it up and moved along, crossing your arms over your chest to keep some dignity with how revealing the dress was. Your questions could wait, at least a while longer. With all you had just seen, there was no longer a doubt in your mind that this was all real and earth was a distant memory.

The doors to his chamber slid open automatically when he arrived at them, and he never once looked back at you the entire way towards your destination. It was uncomfortable really, the silence that had developed in the grand halls. The only thing that currently kept you sane was the marvelous designs along the ceiling. It looked like constellations almost, each one sparkling a different color. In an odd way, the beauty of it all settled your nerves.

“Ah, Lord Balem, this way please.”

You looked back down to see Mr. Night at the doors of another room, only inside there was a long golden table, with hovering chairs all around it. It was much like a dining room, or perhaps even meeting room. All you could think of was the many movies you saw as a kid. Apparently, the future was in fact real.

In your state of awe you didn’t notice the rat like creature next to you, and you moved away when you heard his soft voice.

“This way. Lord Balem will be having a meeting, you are tasked with attending to all his guests.”

“What?” You lowered your eyebrows at him, his words still processing. Attend? Like a maid? Or a waitress? You could almost scoff at the idea. “Absolutely not.” You weren’t sure where your sudden bravery came from, but something about being held prisoner and then being made to work rubbed you the wrong way, as it would any person.

Mr. Night simply laughed at your attitude, hands clasped behind his back as he opened his mouth to once again speak.

“Very well, shall I alert my Lord that you-”

“Mr. Night!”

The creature flinched at the sound of the angry voice calling him, and he scowled deeply at you before rushing towards his Lord. You watched them talk, or more like yell due to Balem, about something. It was rather amusing to see, and you could already tell this Balem was no ray of sunshine to be around. You were just happy his anger wasn’t directed at you.

Mr. Night took off down the hall, tapping at his tablet frantically and muttering about a man named Titus. Your natural curiosity was getting the best of you, and you almost followed the man out of the dining hall except a hand gripped your forearm tightly.


“You will stay by my side until this meeting is over, fetch the wine and stay silent. One word from you, and I will make no more promises to keep you alive.”

You looked from the hand up to the owner’s face, blinking stupidly when you saw Balem glaring down at you. He was quite the entitled one, already assuming you’d just go along with his every whim. But, fear of death would make just about anyone listen and with a pathetic nod you pulled your arm from his, rubbing at the spot and walking towards where you assumed the other servants were. There was a group of women at a table, setting up plates of food and drink. They all stood out, wearing equally fine dresses and hair made to look rather elegant. No doubt another touch to the fancy lifestyle this man liked to live.

“Um…” You stood awkwardly by one of them, trying to figure out what to do in all this whirlwind and when she heard you she glanced up. She smiled, holding out a large pitcher and shoving it into your hands.

“You’re the earthling, right? There was talk that someone escaped the harvest, rumor said you even killed a Sargorn. Though, I’m assuming that’s simply embellished.”

Of all the people you had met today, she seemed the most normal. It put you at ease, and you sighed heavily. “I don’t even know what that is, but I didn’t kill anyone. That I can assure you. But, what do you mean harvest?”

At your question, her face fell, and she gave you a sympathetic look before glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one could hear.

“I know this is scary, but the world is so much bigger than you thought. The Abrasax family, Lord Balem is the First Primary. He holds all the rights to many planets, and he’s the head of the entire businesses that run behind it. You see…”

She placed a few glowing orbs onto a platter, trying to figure out a delicate way to say this. “Time is so greatly sought after. These people, they are human as you and I are, but in order to keep their lives and businesses going, well…they harvest us. People. Planets. We are the essence of their business.”

Your mouth hung open in shock, and you tried to find the words but nothing would come out. You shakily put the pitcher back down, biting your lip before staring at her. “You’re telling me this family kills people from other planets to stay, what? Young? Alive?”

“All of the above. My planet was recently harvested by Lord Balem, he only lets a few live, and only when it benefits him. Either they undergo genetic splicing, or become servants. My brother and father were taken into the genome department, spliced with the DNA of other creatures and made to become legionnaires. Essentially, other planets allow these families, and there is more than the Abrasax, to keep ruling. We become their life source, or their army, or anything else they may need.”

If only your eyes could speak for you, but you were far too shocked to even say a word. You wanted to laugh, or cry, nothing made sense. But, to think that for your entire life you were in the dark of other beings stealing that of the people around you…well, missing case reports were starting to make sense now.

“I know it’s a lot to take in, but don’t worry. It gets easier.”

She smiled at you, leaning closer as she whispered out the last part. “Some of the serving girls even become bed mates to Lord Balem. He only chooses the finest ones, and I’m sure seeing as how beautiful you are he’ll be quite taken with you.”


At your outburst the other serving girls turned to look at you both, and you nervously waved them off as you went back to talking to her. “I mean…no, it’s not-”

“Oh, don’t be so modest. You wouldn’t be the first pretty face to turn his head, and certainly not the last. He’s quite fickle you see. He grows bored very easily, that one…”

She pointed to another girl across the table preparing some drinks, and she cupped her hand over her mouth. “She was his bedmate for maybe a week before he let her go. Grew tired rather quickly, rumor is she fell in love with him and he denied her. She’s lucky she was able to stick around. The last girl who bedded him threw such a fit when he dropped her, no one has seen her since.”

“He killed her?!”

“Shh! Keep your voice down.”

She lowered her hands, motioning for you to stay quiet. She nervously looked around again, making sure Balem himself wasn’t behind her. “Some think he did, but I’m pretty certain he just pawned her off on his younger brother. They’ve always been at each other’s throats. And nothing angers Titus more than knowing he isn’t the most sought after bachelor in the Abrasax family. Quite a handsome man he is, but he squandered most of his money, so that naturally makes Balem more desirable to women.”


To say you were at a loss of words would be an understatement, but when you looked up to see the Lord he was sat upon a hovering throne, cape draped along the golden arms of it as he awaited his guests. It was strange to you, to think all this intergalactic drama was unfolding while you just worked your life away at a coffee shop. Not to mention, these royals have been around for millennia simply because they killed others.

“So you haven’t bedded him?”

“What? No….look I just want to get back home, and pretend this never happened.”

As much as you wanted to save the others, you had no doubt inside that they had already been killed. There was no way a man like Balem left things unfinished. But, you were so small in the scheme of all things, there was little you could do.

“There’s a shock.”

You looked at her curiously, awaiting an explanation behind her words and she only giggled in return.

“All these girls here are vying for his attention, but it looks like he’s got his eyes on you instead. For whatever it’s worth…”

She finished decorating her platter with food, raising the tray in her hand and speaking quickly before heading towards the table. “I hear he’s quite the lover, leaves all his bed mates satisfied to the point they go back for more.” She winked at you, and walked off, leaving you standing there like a fish out of water.


A/N: As always, feedback more than welcomed. ❤️

Good morning, Champion

otayuri | M-rated

“ “It’s already past noon,” Otabek says and Yuri groans, stretching his legs under the blanket.

“We left the banquet at like, four or something? Normal people need sleep after things like that.”

“‘Normal people’?” Otabek laughs in disbelief and pulls Yuri against his chest, pressing a kiss on the back of his neck. “I don’t think you are one of those, Mr. Just-Broke-Another-World-Record.” “

PWP; sweet & sleepy morning sex

[Read on AO3]

i was in a need of some stress relief, so i just… wrote this. idk if i will put this up in AO3 but, just have it.

Rays of bright morning sun manage to slip in the hotel room through a small gap between the heavy, cream-coloured curtains. Otabek squeezes his eyes shut as a pathetic attempt to fall back asleep, but the sun is too powerful - its shine is luminous, lighting up the whole room. It feels warm and pleasant on Otabek’s skin and he blinks his eyes open with a sigh, stretching his arms.

Even though Otabek is usually very tidy person, on that moment his hotel room is a mess. His suitcase lies open in the middle of the floor, most of the things he needs to pack piled next to it. Three different skating costumes have been thrown over the suitcase, black skates with mismatched blade covers placed neatly on top of them. Otabek takes a look around the room and finds pieces of his dark blue suit scattered around the room, already wrinkled - his tie has found its way in his duffle bag that’s right next to the bed, the zipper open. A ray of sun hits the pair of medals left on the dressing table (golden next to a silver one), making them glisten and sparkle bright enough to blind.

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I Need You | Draco Malfoy x Trans!Male Reader (Part 1)

(A/N): Not really sure if this will actually become a series or not, it all depends on if you guys enjoy it! Much love!

Warnings: None

Words: 1143

(Third Person) POV:

Hatred. A pure, raw rage filled Draco Malfoy’s belly. It was a feeling so foreign to him. Most times, if he wanted something, he got it. But this isn’t an overpriced item at Borgin and Burkes, it wasn’t some antique that he knew he would eventually inherit, and this was most certainly not a precious gem tucked away in his vault at Gringotts. This was (Y/N).

He’d been worn thin by him years ago. It started when he was placed in the Slytherin house, the way he burst with a gleam of happy curiosity. Draco wanted him even more when he caught him changing one day, revealing that the boy was transgender. The tight, puckered scar underneath his pecs had Draco’s breathing hitch as he yearned to reach out and touch it, kiss it, adore it.

These days, nearing his seventeenth birthday, he was most certainly over-infuriated with (Y/N). He’s over the fact that every morning, (Y/N)’s is the first face he sees, he’s over having to jack off quietly in the dorm room he shared just to the thought of him. He was tired of waking up to see him clad only in a pair of black boxers, a pillow under his body as he wrapped his arms and legs around it, letting out small whimpers as he dreamed of whatever it was he dreamed.

He had tried cruelty, tried to give (Y/N) the cold shoulder so he’d stop speaking to him, but (Y/N) simply wouldn’t give up. He was so frustrated with him. The way (Y/N) had to look up at Draco to meet his eyes in Potions class, as he had been assigned Draco’s partner. The fact that he completely refuse gender roles and some days wore the guys uniforms, but others he’d show up in a green, plaid skirt. He hated that he didn’t want to just fuck the boy, he hated that he wanted him in every way.

Summer was steadily arriving and Draco had firmly decided that this year, this year, he’s going to do something about this never ceasing need for (Y/N).

(Y/N) POV:

I woke two hours earlier than I was due in a thin, cold sweat. I didn’t remember my dream but it seemed it had clearly shocked my body. I pushed out from under the covers, and felt my skin meet the brisk, dawn air. I padded softly over to Draco’s bed, and shook his shoulder softly.

“Hey Dray,” I mumbled softly, still practically asleep.

“Mmm?” He groaned into his pillow, his eyes still locked shut.

“I had a bad dream, I’m gonna go take a long shower, I’m going to leave the door open in case you need to get ready later, okay? If my music is too loud you come tell me.”

“Yeah, ‘kay.” He whispered, snuggling deeper into his pillow. I placed a light kiss on his cheek before entering the bathroom.

Draco and I were the only two in the dorm, we were the only male Slyherins to be made prefects, thus leading to our separate dorm. I climbed into the steady stream of hot water, making sure the water was warm enough to cause a light steam so Draco wouldn’t walk in and get a clear view of me naked. I’ll never understand the  logic behind glass shower doors. I turned the blue-tooth speaker I had convinced Dumbledore to rig up for me on and began to sway softly to the music.

I just stood under the water for a good thirty-minutes before I began to lather myself with the array of soaps and shampoos the prefect bathroom was always stocked with. I started with a thin, slick body wash that smelled of lavender and cocoa. Then, a thicker bubble soap that was a faint green color. I heard the sound of bare feet padding on tile as Draco entered the large bathroom.

(Third Person) POV:

When Draco woke up and walked to the bathroom, he hadn’t expected to see the fog-blurred figure of (Y/N) through the glass of the shower, covered in bubbles, dancing to the sultry muggle song that was playing. He swallowed the growing lump in his throat as he resisted the urge to pounce on the boy in the shower right then and there. He turned to the mirror to brush through his hair, but only managed to get his teeth brushed before he found himself swell in the pants as he watched the boy’s censored body move around in the shower. He hummed along with the tune as he ran his fingers through his wet hair.

Draco let out a soft growl, pressing his fist against the mirror harshly before storming out of the restroom. He didn’t bother to brush his hair, just tugged his uniform on and stormed to the Great Hall for some breakfast.

He only got to sit alone in the nearly empty hall for about ten minutes before (Y/N) followed. And bloody hell, he had his green pleated skirt and knee high stockings on today. Draco shifted in his seat, trying desperately to hide the ever-growing erection.

(Y/N) POV:

“Dray? Are you okay? You’re looking a little like a…well a bloody mess, love!” I said, taking in his appearance. His usually slick hair was disheveled and sticking in all different directions. His tie was messily tied and loose on his neck as the top button of his dress shirt was undone under his vest. His shirt wasn’t even tucked in!

“I-I’m fine!” He snapped with a glare. I shrugged and plucked some grapes from the plethora of fruit spilling from the golden bowl on the table. We ate in silence until I had finished nearly a whole vine before I turned to him, one leg on each side of the bench.

“What?” He sneered, tossing a glance my way.

“C'mere, let me at least fix you up a bit before you go to class. Our prince can’t be seen looking like he just got caught in the middle of a quickie, now can he?” I teased with a smirk as I reached over to pull him closer to me. His cheeks reddened as I ran my fingers through his hair, my tongue peeking out between my lips as I focused on fixing his white-blond locks. I trailed my fingers down his face and neck, stopping the fix his collar and tie before continuing to drag my fingertips down his torso to meet his waistband.

I tucked his shirt in gently, careful not to tuck it to tightly, as he avoided my eyes, the redness in his face traveling down his thin nose.

“There. You’re hair is still a mess, but you’re presentable. I’ll see you in Potions!” I stood and pressed a kiss to his cheek before leaving him at the table as I headed back to the dorm to grab supplies for my Herbology class.

We were Gods - Chapter 2

Golden; the lament of Patroclus

There’s a light in him. A molten skyline with soft edges and lazy thrown half-shades, that reflects like the blaze of fire on water. Pure, unbridled gasoline that pumps through his veins and pushes him - pushes pushes pushes - towards a larger goal, to something glorious, magnificent, real.

Sometimes he wakes in darkness that threatens to swallow him whole.

Sometimes he wakes in golden sunlight that catches in the little droplets of sweat on his front.

He’s not entirely sure which one is better.

He sorts his life in cycles and ages, and not in days or years like all the other do.

Patroclus is ten when Hector teases him about his olive skin and throws his gym clothes in a puddle of mud and rainwater.

Patroclus is thirteen when Apollo thinks he can beat the crap out of him.

(But Patroclus is fast, you see, and he runs and runs and runs until Apollo bends over and gasps for air like a fish on land.)

Patroclus is fourteen when he realizes he’s not like the other boys, because girls with bare legs and creamy skin or full, luscious lips do nothing for him.

Patroclus is seventeen when the sun blinds him and golden rays catch in the thick mess of curls of a young man; he meets Achilles.

It’s not until then, that his life finally starts.

Achilles runs.

Achilles always does.

Achilles runs if he’s angry. Achilles runs if he’s happy. And Achilles runs if he’s nearly collapsing from the weight on his shoulders.

So, Achilles runs.

And Patroclus watches him.

He watches him, because he loves the way the sun plays with Achilles‘ hair, or the way his face lightens up in the gold.


Always gold.

He loves him.

Tomorrow, Patroclus thinks and rests silent. I’ll tell him tomorrow.

Would you -

the boy breathes against his lips.

Legs intertwined, heat rising between them, fingers pressing in the hollows under his chin -

Yes, he answers, I would.

One day, he steals Hector’s aviators.

The boy can deal.

They look better on Patroclus anyway.

Demeter’s Diner is green and warm, with a ton of tropical flowers standing all around; a palm in the corner, golden Musas on the table, Hibiscus hanging in gaudy pink on the wooden counter. The wood and straw remind him often enough of a Haitian tiki bar. Patroclus loves it - three days a week he works Persephone’s shift so the girl can have some time off.

Achilles visits him every shift. He drinks a soda and talks when no customers are around. Sometimes he eats a Blueberry muffin and Patroclus observes, fascinated by how little crumbs of pastry stick to the corner of his mouth. The moment goes on, Patroclus eyes transfixed on Achilles‘ mouth - Achilles licks his lips.

Tomorrow, Patroclus thinks again and rips his eyes away, busies himself cleaning the counter with an old blue rag. I’ll tell him tomorrow.

He wants Achilles like he wants a punch in the mouth.

Like blood sweeping between his teeth and lips.

He wants to watch Achilles unravel, like a mess of guts churned together and being pulled apart one by one.

He wants Achilles.

But the risk asking Achilles if he wants him too is simply too high.

I would, Patroclus says.

You would what? -

Confusion. Hope. Fingertips painful around his throat.

I’d do anything, Patroclus answers again.


Hector corners him after his last history period.

Patroclus’ back hits the cold surface of the old school building and the rough masonry scratches through the thin cotton shirt he wears. The sun radiates its unyielding shine from the sky and dips the schoolyard in a sea of rich gold.

Achilles, he thinks and closes his eyes against the warm breeze.

Achilles, he thinks again when Hector’s fist meets his jaw.

Joker Imagine - Project 6277 *PART 1*

Originally posted by grysamobojcow

Your P.O.V.

The music was blasting loudly through the club. It smelled like alcohol, especially behind the counter in the bar. The white and golden club was mostly black since it was so dark. All the lights were on the dance floor of people grinding against each other and having a good time.

I was one of the bartenders here. Most people that worked here were men expect the dancers. I guess I was tomboyish so I was here in my blue flannel, black vest, black jeans and some black boots. I was wearing a name tag on my chest that just had my first name, Y/N. My Y/H/C hair was straightened and I had a little makeup on, some eyeliner and I had done my brows. I enjoyed my job, but I wasn’t planning to be here forever.Next year I would go to vet studies and become a real vet.

But for now I worked here at the club owned by the most wanted and feared man in entire Gotham city. Out of the millions of people that lived here, my boss was the worst. I had seen him just once or twice, but I had never been close to him. He scared me to be honest. My boss was the clown prince of crime AKA Joker. He had green hair and super white skin. I think he had blue eyes and many tattoos. When I saw him I think he had a purple jacket and many golden rings and necklaces. Did I speak to him? No. I kept my distance just to be safe.

“A vodka!” A drunken man yelled and snapped me out of my thoughts. I heard a familiar song ‘Gangsta’ by Kehlani blasting now. “Sure” I smiled and then grabbed a glass. I put a couple ice cubes in it and then filled the glass with strong vodka. I handed it to the man who left the money on the table and walked away. I sighed and then put the money in the grey cash register. My co-worker Rick was talking with some customers further away. Rick had blonde hair and brown eyes. He was a couple years younger than me, but we were good friends. Just as I was about to go over and speak to him, I heard someone clearing their throat. I looked behind me and saw one of Joker’s henchmen standing behind me. He had black clothes and his brown skin was mostly hidden. He had sunglasses on so I couldn’t recognize him at all.

“The boss wants to see you..” He stated and then looked at my tag. “..Y/N” He finished his sentence. The man had a very thick Gotham accent and a low voice. “O-Okay” I stuttered and decided it would be better to follow him. God help me if I would’ve said no. Suddenly my body felt weak. Had I done something wrong? Would Joker shoot me?

My palms got clamp and I felt how my knees went weak as I followed this man. He led me out of the bar and to the VIP area. People gave me strange looks since everyone knew that this man was Joker’s henchman. I took a deep, shaky breath and then tried to gather myself. The man opened a door and then I saw a big room with lights on. It had golden tables and all kinds of beautiful decors. Then I noticed black leather chairs and black tables. In the middle of the room I saw Joker. My heart jumped to my throat.

The henchman left us here and I realized that we were alone. Our eyes met and I felt shivers running down my spine as I saw those icy blue eyes meeting my E/C eyes. “Hello Y/N” Joker smiled and I heard his voice for the first time. It was deep and raspy. “Hi” I replied barely louder than a whisper. I stood by the door that was far away from him. “Why don’t you come closer?” He tilted his head and smiled widely so he could flash his metallic grillz. I shut up and walked over a few steps. My mind was running in circles as I tried to figure out what the hell was happening. As I did so, I looked at Joker. I had never seen him this close. He was wearing a white button up shirt that was left open. I saw that he had many tattoos on his chest including 'Ha ha ha’ written over and over again.

“You’re probably wondering why you’re here” He chuckled and then played with his purple and golden ring. I nodded shyly and then held my wrist with my sweaty hand. I felt so naked as he watched me so intensely. Also knowing he was a psychopath scared the hell out of me. “Oh I am a little lonely.. I don’t feel like going out there. Too many people there tonight” He sighed and then stopped playing with his rings. That’s when I noticed a special gun on the chair next to him. Dear God. Fear made my gut twist and I felt lost. “Wanted a little company. I’ve heard good things about you Y/N” He let me know. My eyes widened in surprise. He had heard things about me?

“I hope that’s good” I tried to speak instead of standing here like a mute flamingo. “Indeed” Joker spoke warmly. My breath nearly got stuck in my throat as I stood there. “Come here. Take a seat” He told me and patted the empty spot next to him. I didn’t dare to say no so I walked closer and then sat down next to him. I couldn’t deny that he was incredibly sexy. At least I thought he wouldn’t kill me so I tried to relax. He looked at my face silently and it made me feel vulnerable again. What the fuck was going on?

“I can almost feel your heart beating..Why are you so scared?” He questioned me with such a raspy voice. It only made my heart beat faster, almost jumping out of my chest. “I..I don’t know” I tried to answer him truthfully. Joker’s lips were parted, but he wasn’t smiling. “Oh dollface I won’t kill you unless there’s a reason to” He suddenly spoke with a hint of joy in his voice. “I just wanted to see you Y/N. I think you have something special in you” He admitted and then touched my jaw. He was wearing white gloves so it felt very silky against my skin.He ran his fingers from the corner of my mouth and up closer to my ear, almost as if he was sketching a smile.

“Does this pretty girl have a boyfriend?” He asked me and his choice of words made my cheeks burn. “No” I admitted a little awkwardly. Maybe it was a lie, but then again I didn’t want to call him my boyfriend. I  used to date Daniel, a rich boy from the better side of Gotham. We moved together and that’s when things went downhill. He started to drink so much that he lost his job and got financial problems. It got so bad that I couldn’t study. Yes Daniel was handsome. He had chocolate brown eyes and dark hair in a quiff, but he was rude as hell. He started abusing me mentally, telling the things like how fat I was, the fact I was such a slut. Then he hit me a few times. I broke up with Daniel, but he still thinks we’re together. I moved away to an apartment in the city, but he comes there a little too much. He scares me to death.

“Really now?” Joker wanted to be sure. I didn’t want to open up now and get deep so I just nodded. I wasn’t sure whether he believed me or not, but he didn’t ask me about it anymore. “How about we two have a drink and then talk?” He suggested with a cheeky grin. Why the hell did Joker want to have a drink with me? “But I’m working..” I reminded him a little nervously. As soon as I finished my sentence, I regretted it because I knew Joker didn’t like to be told against. “I’m your boss. I’ll let you off tonight to be my company” He smiled devilishly. I just nodded and tried to smile back at him. Better keep him happy.

“You have a beautiful smile” He breathed out and kept his eyes on my lips. Just then there was a knock on the door. I turned to look at the door that opened and Rick was coming with a tray of drinks. He looked scared as heck. I bet everyone that worked for the Joker were scared to see him. If they did one wrong move, they could die. Rick noticed me and I saw the surprise in his eyes. Joker’s hand was on my jaw and we were sitting very closely.

But he didn’t say anything. RIck placed the tray on the table silently. Then he just nodded and walked away. I noticed a couple henchmen guarding the door from outside, but then it shut and we were together. “Now pretty doll let’s have some fun getting to know each other” He smiled and grabbed two drinks. I recognized them immediately. Two vodka martinis. Joker handed the other one to me and I grabbed it with a quick thank you. I was still nervous and I wasn’t sure what to do.

Joker brought the drink to his lips and he took a sip. I focused on the background music that blended with the bass from the club. The song that was playing here was an older jazz song. Thank God there was music or else this would be more awkward. “Now beautiful tell me this one thing..’'Joker started and looked at my flannel. I crossed my legs and took a small sip of the strong drink. ” you get asked to strip often?“ Joker finished his sentence with a curious looking smile. He was hot, I had to admit it. But he made me so nervous. In a way it turned me on, but I had to calm down.

He was my boss.

’'Not really..” I admitted and then looked into his fascinating eyes. “What a surprise..You’re very good looking dollface” He let me know again with a mischievous look. But before I could say anything, he laughed out. “You’re too innocent. Oh I can’t wait to see the real you” He grinned and then ran his hand trough his green hair. I couldn’t help but to smile. I started to feel a little better sitting next to Joker. Then I finished my drink and felt it burning my throat. Joker looked at me intensely with a small smile. “Wow wow we have a beast here” He joked and then finished his own drink. I knew for sure I would get drunk even of this amount because I hadn’t had anything to drink in a long time thanks to fuck face Daniel.

Before I knew it, Joker and I were drinking our second drinks and talking a lot. Way more than just twenty minutes ago. I found him asking me personal things, but in this state of mind I didn’t even care. I just let him know anything he wanted which was probably bad.But deep inside I knew he wasn’t asking me things for fun. Little did I know what this insanity was planning inside his mysterious mind.

“Come here” He purred and then patted his leg. I smiled and sat on his lap so I was straddling his waist and adding pressure onto his crotch. I didn’t feel fear or shame at all. Joker’s hands were on my hips and he looked very happy. The alcohol hadn’t reached his mind yet. “You’re such a good girl Y/N” He chirped and I felt his hand on my bum. “Good girls are bad girls that haven’t been caught” I sang a with giggles. It was lyrics from a song I heard a couple years ago. “It’s hard to imagine you doing bad things” Joker teased me.

“Why imagine?” I raised my eyebrow and then unbuttoned my vest and took it off. Joker seemed very pleased with my new attitude. “Someone’s horny” He spoke deeply and I saw a much darker look in his eyes. I just smiled and unbuttoned my flannel so my chest was exposed to him. I was wearing a red bra underneath so I wasn’t completely flashing my chest to Joker.

It’s funny what alcohol does to people…

Suddenly he grabbed my choker and pulled my face close to his. We didn’t change any words. I just shut the gap between us and pressed my lips against his into a hot ,steamy kiss. As I kissed the most dangerous man I could imagine of, I grinded on his lap and felt a tingly sensation in my lower stomach. Our tongues danced and saliva was changed in this hot make out session. Joker’s hands cupped my boobs and then he bit my bottom lip and tugged it. A small moan escaped my mouth and I shut my eyes. Suddenly someone walked in, but I didn’t care. Joker sighed, but kept me on his lap.

“Sir we found him” A man said with a serious voice. “At the worst possible time’'He growled with a very annoyed voice. I pouted and looked at him with a sorry look. My head was spinning and I knew very well that I was drunk. ’'I’m sorry sir” The man apologized with a voice full of fear. “Get the car ready” Joker growled a demand and then the man walked away. Our eyes met and he seemed very serious which made my heart flutter. “I’m sorry love but the fun ends here. I have to go” He explained slowly. “Aw but it just began” I slurred and it was obvious that I was drunk. Then I stood up and nearly stumbled as I hit the table behind me. “Careful” Joker chuckled as he stood up. He was in front of me and I sighed as he buttoned my flannel. “We’ll meet again” He promised and then put the vest on me. “But now we both need to go. I’ll get you a ride home dollface. We don’t want anyone to hurt you now do we” He spoke mysteriously.

I just hummed along the song that was playing and let him grab my hand. Then we walked out of the room and back to the crazy club life. The henchmen looked very serious as we walked past them. I was struggling to keep my balance, but Joker led the way and I was kind of forced to stay on my feet. “Drive her home” Joker told someone and pointed at the man with his gun. “Y-Yes sir” The man gulped and I laughed. Oh why were they so scared? Joker was a nice man! Haha..



Mei in RPG!AU… a paladin from the Inashiro guild :’)))) 

The media loves Narumiya Mei (the Prince of Paladins) for his charms, looks, and outstanding strength on the battlefield. He’s also revered for his stamina during tournament battles, winning round after round without break. 

He has a very loyal fanclub that attends all of his matches. Mei’s fanclub and Miyuki’s fanclub often bicker with one another. 

See RPG!Sawamura, RPG!Miyuki, and RPG!Kuraryou