Ok so, hi everyone. I'm just doing this blog intro because why not
My name is Potatowato, but you can call me Wato for short!
I'm a Scorpio sun hence the name and I'm starting this blog to get myself to write and to try and get better at writing stuff
And I'm open to requests for One Piece, Jojo, Honkai Star Rail, Metaphor Refantazio and Chrono trigger to some extent... I'll also write for other anime but I can't remember what else I'll write for :p
So yeah, that's all I have for now, I'll update this post once I get more things to add
I think I'm in a persona shipping hell, and now my card is declining for no reason when I wanna buy persona 5 royal, lord save me. I have found a new hyperfixaition the universe is against. I know I should write those fanfics and research papers but helldo I stay glued to my screens playing these games and how I bought a whole new controller to play persona 2 innocent sin in style. Send help.
It was cushy living in Altabury Heights, they had a nice house in the suburbs, More had a flexible work schedule and was able to raise his son as a single dad working as a writer for a travel website. They had moved for his job and even though Will cried at first, Altabury Heights became his home. The nine year old especially loved patrolling around the suburb in his blue bicycle.
Though one day the young boy arrived home only to find the floors littered with cardboard boxes. It wasn't an unfamiliar sight, this had happened before. His father was gathering his books figuring out how to pack a library in a flimsy cardboard box, taking dramatically large steps considering the floor was barely visible underneath scraps of tape, bubble wrap, thermocol and the traffic of those boxes.
"This time I've been moved to a more hilly region with near perfect weather all year round" More told him.
Recognition glossed over the young boys' eyes. "Is it the same as the one you tell me stories about?"
"Yes. The same hilly place with long winding roads, lush greenery everywhere and a beautiful neighborhood. It's not exactly a suburb, but you'll love it."
And the next few days were just trying to live a normal routine while packing up everything he knew. Soon he went to school with chocolates for his friends as a goodbye. That day the uniform felt more uncomfortable than usual, classes seemed more necessary, walking away felt like chains holding his ankles to prevent him from leaving behind a school he'll probably see for the last time in his life.
Though throughout this his fairy doll, one he had dubbed "Gallica" became his single permanent companion. When barely anything in life is constant, anchors turn into lifelines providing the only security available. So after the final day of school the young boy packed up his books as per his father's instruction, only to look over and see his anchor missing.
To say that Gallica going missing was a worse fate than hell for More would be an understatement. Moving was always a stressful process considering the list of things that required his attention was longer than the Nile itself, though the cries of his nine year old son was now top priority. The piercing cries of a near inconsolable boy pierced his eardrum as he unpacked every box he painstakingly organized to find Gallica. The fairy doll was his son's best friend, someone he relied on. All his belongings were back on the floor as he ripped apart the house trying to find Gallica. Until he finally found the doll tucked away in a corner buried underneath the blankets he was going to pack later. It was a bittersweet moment. Seeing the joy on his son's face when he handed the doll to him warmed his heart but his sleep deprived body dreaded cleaning up the mess he made searching for the damn thing.
Eventually little Will had to say a final goodbye to the house with walls once covered in his scribbles that now were concealed by paint. He clutched Gallicas doll hand a little tighter as his father packed him and his doll in the backseat of the car.
Upon embarking on their journey their house became smaller and smaller and smaller ultimately disappearing around the foliage. The landscape was replaced by a bustling city in the day, morphing into an empty highway with long winding roads. Outside the car window was a grey world with an everchanging view. The world was big, too big. The boy clutched gallica a bit tighter, adjusting himself in his seatbelt to get comfortable, though hearing his father sing along to the radio and the colour in the car felt like he was at home, even if his home was a constantly moving thing.
The journey was long, it was quite the drive. Upon reaching, More had a surprise in store for his son who was currently fast asleep in the back of the car. He pulled up to the hotel, in pride, having saved enough for a five star hotel stay for a week until their things arrived and they moved into their new apartment. It made More very proud of himself being able to give his son things he didn't have growing up.
Will woke up in a parking lot as More excitedly ushered his son out to follow him. Will picked up Gallica holding her tightly as the dingy parking lot changed to the opulent entrance of a fancy hotel. The boy was in awe with the tall building that made windows look like stars the higher he looked. As they walked in, little Will explored the lobby with Gallica as More got them checked in to their room. It was a suite which had two connecting rooms, one room had a sofa that doubled as a bed and the connecting had a queen size. From the lobby to the room the curious boy and the doll played detective and explored every nook and cranny of this new environment.
Of course More took the sofa bed, while Will and Gallica got the queen. The boy was all tucked in along with Gallica as More managed all to do with the aspect of moving. To make sure this one week was a good time for his son.
It was quite the getaway for Will at least. More taught him how to swim in the pool, unfortunately Gallica couldn't come with will. The doll was given a spot to rest on by the hotel pool. Will had his dad all day and by evenings, when the Boy was busy with cartoons, More handled all the work he had. Will got to unwind while More was wound up in work.
Once the week passed, the father son and Gallica trio got to work unpacking in their new place. It was on the ground floor and had a small garden Will could play around in. Placing Gallica on a lawn chair the boy got to exploring his new place. Discovering all sorts of critters, little flowers, bird nests, all while More sacrificed the well being of his back to set up a house he will move out of in three years anyway.
As soon as Will got to go to a new school he eventually settled in. They found a daily rhythm as More had his son accompany him to the nearby grocery stores, walks, new restaurants and more.
TW: Slight mentions of unhealthy relationship dynamics, mentions of bullying
The morning sunlight illuminated the mess made in the once neat and clean room. The blanket half on the floor accompanied by sheets crumpled and dirty from the nights activities. His aching body a reminder of who was on it. He sat up, the sheets covering his body still.
However the comfort of the chamber was of no consequence considering the emptiness the man felt seeing the space next to him vacant, the body of a man he worshipped last night not anywhere in sight. But he was grateful nonetheless. Grateful that he was even considered to be worthy to share that bed with a man so illustrious as lord Louis.
Lord Louis. His everything. His master, his reason for living, breathing, speaking, all of it. His life was in the palm of the other.
But Louis wasn't next to him. He never was whenever such nights occured. He wasn't one to talk to Zorba for days after such events were to occur. But that's alright, a simple gaze from Louis was enough. The pleasure was enough to make it better, to make him forget the yearning, to make him forget the pain of existing and living; it wiped every memory of his life that led him here. It was bliss. Every second of it. All that mattered was his Lord. He was a slave to his desires and Zorba couldn't be happier serving such a magnificent man. A man that was everything he wanted. His worship and devotion was all for him.
In the end, Lord Louis was all he had. What was Zorba to do? Live a normal life? With his race? The cards he was dealt in life were simply a series of misfortune.
"I wish you were never born" that's what his mother told him, tugging on his horn until the pain travelled from the side of his head to the base of his foot. The memory of being dragged through the harsh road, the cold settling on every part of his body reminding the young boy of his fragility.
"You're nothing but fodder." his recruiters had told him that with a laugh. Even in the army as an engineer he had nothing. No one. Fodder was all he was. Nothing but fodder for when they needed a sacrifice to safeguard other soldiers. Trapped in a box of glass he chipped away at his prison little by little. One successful project after the next, grinding his bones down to nothing just to hear two simple words of praise and a pat on his back. Shaving away at the glass that kept him away from the others. But there's always a reason for one to not break glass in their own hands. Every last effort was overlooked and the affirmation he craved replaced by venom laced words to remind him what he truly was. Nothing but a scourge in society. A vermin who deserves nothing more than dying to preserve the sanctity of society before his untouchable nature taints the army. The shards of his glass prison digging into his skin, reminding him that even breaking it is a useless endeavour, in the end he'd be left to bleed anyway.
"Take my hand". A warmth so foreign that made Zorba recoil in on himself. Dirt coated the engineers body, using his blood as adhesive to stick uncomfortably and burn the open wounds left by the rouissante soldiers ragging. This time in front of him was a Clemmar, his body bracing himself for the next beating. "I don't plan on hurting you." These words made Zorba stop. Another lie to hurt him in the long run. Every bone in his body screamed as he used every ounce of strength he had left to get up and defend. He braced himself to reduce impact, but the blow never came. "As I said, I don't plan on hurting you. Your mastery on necromancy is indeed fascinating" Looking closely at the man who said this, Zorba realised who he was speaking to. It was the soldier considered to be a military prodigy, moving up the ranks faster than ever. "You're that Louis Guiabern aren't you?" He said, treading with caution. "What do you want from me?" "I want you to join me".
He found himself accepting after realising that Louis Guiabern wasn't a threat. "A united world where the fundamental difference between tribes is erased. Where all can coexist as the strong survive" That's what he said. Equality was a pipe dream. That much was obvious to Zorba. Fantasy is for a temporary respite, a philosophy based on idealism holds no water in reality. But there was more to this than what he was told, a perfect world seemingly so close. He followed the man out of curiosity, soon finding himself on a hike with him for reasons unknown to Zorba. "The sun is setting. Such cruel irony that a world so foul could be made to look so beautiful when the sun sets." As he said this they had reached the top of the hill, blonde hair reflecting the brilliant sunlight as the sky transformed into an array of warm colours. The portrait of perfection that Zorba saw made him realise what it meant. A world that draws it's last breath gives way to a new horizon. A new beginning. The pollution of the afternoon can burn away in a fiery inferno by sunset, letting the dusk bring forth the first peaceful night and by dawn a new beginning. "You're beautiful."
With years of work his lord had claimed a place among the top of society. A man revered among the commonfolk, and despised by the church. He made his way in the newly obtained gauntlet runner, marveling at winding corridors and opulent interior. His face swelling with pride being the first to have the highest access besides Louis. He was walking up the stairs to reach his Lords room.
"Your necromancy. What more can it achieve?" A question that Zorba had no answer to and one that ignited a sense of curiosity that had been lost in the constant cycle of disappointment provided by the army. Thus began his little experiment. Testing and pushing himself to the brink of madness just to fulfill his curiosity. "You're doing well" That caught Zorba off guard. After all, wounded time and time again seldom expects praise.
With every passing day his collection of broken igniters piled up. Each part serving as a sample for Zorba to understand the very essence of magic imbued in every scrap of metal. His bedtime stories were forbidden texts on magic and archetypes. And suddenly the army wasn't bad. Those who misbehaved often found themselves on Zorba work table at night, tucked away to become his test subject. All the while Louis Guiabern became a partner in science, studying magic alongside the man.
Yet simply a research partner wasn't enough to describe their relationship. Some said that Zorba was merely Pip studying igniters along with his Estella. As if rather than understanding magic, his end goal was Louis. As Louis rose to fame the farther Zorba felt. The more untouchable his love was. Yet there were moments that lulled him into a false reality where he and Louis were truly one.
While others kept guessing, Zorba solidified his resolve to have Louis. To be his in every way, even if it meant becoming a monster for him. If he could they would melt together into one, to be completely inseperable. Even if Zorba had to die for him, he would and he did.
And now, with everything that led up to him ending up in his Lords bed he felt empty. So empty when his lord wasn't around. Zorba was now and addict to Louis and there was nothing that he could to. Every cell in his body was dedicated to Louis Guiabern. He let his fingers gilde through the soft sheets to feel something. The fabric filled the space between his fingers, space that yearned to be forever intertwined with the hands of his lord. Hands that begged to worship a man far out of his reach. A man so untouchable with glory unparalleled that Zorba would long for just a sliver of his attention.
He got up and fixed himself. In the bathroom all he saw was a man he no longer recognised staring back at him. An unsatisfied man with no other goal than begging for his Lords attention.
A/N: OK OK I Will post my Will fics after this one, this just happened to be completed before so hehe (ꏿ﹏ꏿ;). But there's more fics to come but they take time cuz of work I have
