#oooooh nooo

[perish-the-creator]

Ares has a crush

Feeling romantic and problematic so let's GO!

Ares having like a secret attraction to Hephaestus is compelling. Like of course it's very toxic as the war god quite literally is one of the many stresses that make the blacksmith's immortal life worse than Tartarus (well not worse but damn near close).

Though imagine if Ares tries his hands at romance and being an admirer from afar. He asks Aphrodite how to go about it, of course lying to say he wanted to write to her but more so to send Hephaestus inklings of hope and love.

He never sent the first few. The irrational, childish, and overall brutish tones were more akin to the likes of Zeus' attempts at flirtation.

But eventually he writes one that's just right. He's able to put into words the complex feelings he has for the blacksmith, the husband of his lover, and the secret capture of his heart.

He hides nearby and listens patiently for the god to read it. Second by second he slowly regrets his choice until he hears the soft sobbing of the blacksmith.

Sobs of surprise? Sobs of sadness? The god of war dares to peak inside to see the blacksmith clinging the letter to his chest with a soft smile on his lips.

That image alone burned itself deep with the god's heart.

Every other day the war god would set aside just enough time to vomit up his emotions onto paper before sneakily placing them within the blacksmith's reach.

With each letter he witnessed as the god of fire's shoulder relaxed, his posture more at ease, and overall the sadness that fogged his eyes dimming. And Ares, the god of war and the god most despised, was the cause of it.

Though it burns that he cannot touch him. That he cannot let it be known it is him. He knows Hephaestus well. The smith would shatter before him. He'd feel embarrassed and accuse Ares of making him a fool.

Ares accepts this though. Admire from the shadows and get a fraction of the glow. Whenever he visits, he puts on his façade. The angry, brutish, and black hearted man who held no regard for the smith outside of his weapons.

Hephaestus, though, fueled by his letters seemed unaffected by his coldness and irritation. He'd respond calmly, showing nothing but utmost hospitality. And Ares felt the lump in his throat each time.

That was until one evening, an evening in which he was careless and woozy, he stumbled into the workshop. He was drunk on blood and rage. The war never ceasing and his mind melting with violence.

As he stumble around to grab his weapon of choice, Hephaestus stands with crossed arms.

"Ares," The blacksmith speaks up.

"Silence," The god of war barks. He presses his palm to his throbbing head.

"Shield," The blacksmith speaks up, stepping forward and reaching down to grab it. "That's what you need."

"Yes whatever," He hisses, attempting to snatch it only for the blacksmith to pull it back, a cocky look on his face with a raised brow.

"My love," He says, mimicking the war god's voice. "For you are my shield in the endless chaos. The sound of your laughter drowns those agonizing screams. Oh how I wish the taste of blood was replaced by the taste of your lips. My shield, my love, you keep me safe from myself, even from afar."

Ares' eyes widened. He wants to be happy. He wants to be glad that Hephaestus has cracked it and isn't rejecting him. Instead, he yanks the shield and runs away.

Hephaestus is one of the few good things on this mountain. He refuses to taint him.

[brokendrums]

POV of something in your wolves fest fic!!!

Ahhhhh. You shouldn’t have encouraged me down this rabbit hole. 

**

“You shouldn’t be here.”

Niall jerks, glancing round. Louis is standing in the doorway, his face stern. Niall hadn’t even heard him approach. Niall swallows, turns away again so Louis can’t see the evidence of how he’s been caught in his expression.

“It’s my house,” Niall says, his teeth gritted. It feels like he’s been clenched tight since sun rise. 

On the bed, Harry gives another shudder. Bressie’s been in to see him already and said he’ll mend. He’d given Niall that odd, disappointed look that Niall’s more used to seeing off his Da. Niall had ignored him and set about scrubbing the blood out of the grooves in his fingertips until he had heard the bottom stair creak.

“Do I have to drag you out?” Louis asks, unrelenting. He’s pulled himself up to full height, his shoulders broader than usual. Niall knows the weight of them pressed against his flank, can still taste the grass and soil on his tongue from where Louis had barrelled into him.  

Niall bites his lip to stop himself from growling.

Harry looks small and helpless on the bed. The covers are pulled up to his waist, the sheets twisted around his hips where he’s been tossing. Niall can see the beads of sweat on his forehead in the dim light, the way his teeth are pink from how hard he’s grinding his teeth. 

Niall watches, his eyes watering with how hard he’s trying not to blink. Harry’s inhale is hardly noticeable but it makes Niall breathe too, a shallow intake that makes his head swim.  

The first change -- if it can even be called a change at all -- is hard. Niall hopes that Harry won’t remember it, won’t remember being caught in the grass, won’t remember how Niall had lost himself.

Niall looks away from him. Blood has soaked into the pillows below his shoulder, half the bed drenched in it. Red and brown is smeared across Harry’s chest, his shirt cut away from his skin. Bressie’s done his best to patch up the teeth marks, the gaping hole where Niall’s bit in and pulled. The rest of his body is covered in purpling bruises, paw prints to his soft side, the scrapes of claws and then nails on his skin.

Louis and Niall had shouldered the weight between them when they finally had turned back, Niall’s mouth sore. In the dawn light, Harry had looked already dead hanging between them.   

Louis’s hand clamps down tightly on Niall’s shoulder and then he’s being dragged by the collar of his t-shirt out into the hallway.

“Fuck off,” Niall shakes himself free. Louis lets him go but stays close. He reaches behind him to close the door on Niall’s bedroom. Niall turns to him, glaring. “I’ll have to see him sometime, won’t I?”

“A few hours after you’ve had him for dinner might be a touch too soon,” Louis snarls, shoving him towards the stairs.

Niall balls his fists. He knows that Louis saved his skin out there tonight. Stopped himself from tearing Harry apart. That idea alone makes his knees shake. He’s not cut out for this. He’s glad that Louis isn’t buckling below Niall’s words. That’s not what he needs right now.   

Zayn’s sitting at the end of the table in the kitchen, a glass of something in front of him. He pushes the bottle towards Niall, kicking out the other chair.

“What did Bressie say?”

Niall thinks about fuming some more. Thinks about setting a pace through the kitchen just to piss Louis off. He can feel his eyes tracking him, a slow sweep side to side as Niall walks from one side to the other. Like he’s being stalked. Hunted.

Zayn raises his eyebrow and Niall sighs, the weight on his shoulders sinking to the pit of his stomach. He slumps into the other chair. “Said we’ll have to wait until the next moon to see if he’ll turn.”

Zayn sighs, leaning back to look at the ceiling. “He’ll turn,” he says, resigned.

Niall looks away, guilt and frustration building up angrily in his stomach. It’s inevitable. He’s lost too much blood, the wound is too deep. Niall reaches down unconsciously to rub at his thigh. It always twinges after shifting but he’s had more pressing things on his mind since this morning to notice it.

“We can help him through it,” Niall says, his voice too raw even to his own ears. He could cry, his throat tightening around a frustrated lump in his throat. How did he get him -- them -- into this mess.

Zayn just keeps breathing evenly, a slow in and out. Louis laughs a little, neither scornful nor amused. Just something a little disbelieving.

They stay silent for a long time, Niall listening to the creaks of the house. There’s a new smell in amongst them -- an outsider. It’s tainted with the smell of blood and dirt, sea salt and disrupted ozone from the shooting stars. He smells like a ripe moon, already in the clutches of it even though the sun has come up.

He smells like someone who is already one of their own.

When he looks up, he can see Louis still watching him. Knowing. It’s the same look he had got from the doorway as Bressie had patched him up, his fingers gingerly cleaning the wound at his shoulder, right near his pulse. 

It’s humiliating -- an alpha getting caught in a situation like this, not strong enough to stave off attacking someone just because they smelled nice.

But Niall could argue it was much more than that. It was a lure of a similar soul, the pull of something so strong that it was able to untether him from the moon.

A mate.

Niall bites at his fingers, pulling skin strip by strip off his cuticles.

It’s a bullshit excuse. Louis is a testament to that, balancing his wolf and his human perfectly within his home.

“He’s awake,” Niall’s saying before he even registers it. There’s a change in the air, something shifting upstairs. He gets to his feet, energy buzzing under his skin. He wants to see him, wants to apologize, wants to lick it all better.

Louis looks up at him from under his eyelashes. Zayn’s cheek twitches but neither of them move. They both look dead on their feet, exhausted from being up all night and looking after Niall all morning. Keeping guard.

Louis and Zayn share a look between themselves and Niall sighs, guilt flooding back at the thought of not being the one to break it to him. He collapses back into the kitchen chair, hangs his head between his hands.

“Zayn, you go,” Niall makes their decision for them and Zayn gets heavily to his feet.

[sonicrainbooms]

...i didnt wish this girl a happy birthday in july bc honestly i didnt know we were still friends and she just wished me a happy birthday and now i feel like shit 

[mmminty]

I just realized that sometimes my friends sometimes go on my blog at school. What will they think of me when they see like the two nsfw stuff I reblogged?

[mlafi]

Those mini plot twists in the Homestuck update..