Harper.

@mpxharper

backdated to Halloween 

Harper had become like an absolute darling to Arawn and having heard about what had happened and how toxic his mother had been shocked Arawn, but then again he hadn’t been all too surprised. It was almost like he attracted the crazy ones in his life. Nevertheless, the god aimed to be the better parent in Harper’s life, despite his initial decision to stay out of his kid’s lives in general. Harper seemed to genuinely need that, at least one supportive parent. 

The Celt, however, was a sucker for romance and loved tragic and romantic stories so when Harper mentioned his own tragic love story cut short by life and his mother, Arawn was intrigued. The dead should stay dead, that had been Arawn’s logic, but for one night a year, the samhain, arawn could allow the resurrections as long as his rules were followed. He adjusted his jacket, waiting for Harper at the park nearby. 

“What do you mean? Rules?” he asked in confusion, still following his father down the corridor and to one of the empty apartments. He knew the sting of death too well and, truth be told, there was only one person that Harper would give anything to resurrect. However, even the thought of it was so farfetched, so perceivably impossible, that he was afraid to even imagine it.

But Arawn opened the door though - Harper was frozen.

He was right there in the room, so solid and so present, it was like time itself had rewind. Rather than the sickly, frail figure he’d last seen, the boy before him was tall with warmth in his smooth complexion. It seemed that death had treated him well, because the Junkai before him looked exactly like he did at Harper’ graduation.

i was gone for a while, but god help me lads i used that time to my advantage! here’s a delightful prompt request from a darling friend of mine, i love you to pieces, and i hope you enjoy them as much as i enjoyed making them! these prompts are for HUGS, idk how i made it angsty, but i did. ily all!! unclench your jaw!! stretch your arms!!

[ PROTECT ] - sender wraps receiver in a hug in order to protect them from a potential or present danger.

[ REUNITE ] - having been apart for some time, sender, upon seeing receiver for the first time, sprints to give them a hug. (be emo w this okay PLS–)

[ BATTLE ] - unsure about their survival, sender and receiver see each other across the battle field, and race into a tight, giddy embrace with each other.

[ SHIELD ] - sender pulls receiver into a hug to prevent them from seeing something horrific.

[ COMFORT ] - noticing that the receiver has received terrible news, sender offers them a hug as a means of comforting them during this difficult time.

[ RELIEF ] - sender gives receiver a relieved hug.

[ TEARS ] - sender/receiver/both are in tears, and as such, a hug is shared between them.

[ GREETING ] - sender and receiver share a hug while greeting each other.

[ FINAL ] - sender gives receiver a hug that is either knowingly or unknowingly the last hug they’ll ever share.

[ GOODBYE ] - while parting ways, sender gives receiver a hug farewell.

[ HAPPY ] - having received joyous news, sender turns to receiver for a delighted hug.

[ JUST BECAUSE ] - sender hugs receiver “just because”.

[ HIDE ] - in order to hide receiver from people chasing them, sender pulls them into a tight hug while hiding their face from view.

[ TACKLE ] - sender (playfully) tackles receiver into a hug.

[ TICKLE ] - while hugging the receiver, sender begins to tickle them.

[ SIDE ] - sender gives receiver a side hug (aka pulling their arm around them and pulling them into their side.

[ OPEN ] - seeing receiver, sender opens their arms out to them for a hopeful embrace.

[ CUDDLE ] - sender and receiver shared a hug that’s now upgrading into a cuddle session.

[ TRAUMA ] - having both experienced a massive trauma, sender and receiver share a hug in efforts to comfort one another in the aftermath.

[ TERROR ] - sender hugs receiver out of sheer fear.

[ SAFE ] - having just saved the receiver, sender pulls them into their arms for a protective hug to assure them they’re safe.

[ GRATITUDE ] - overwhelmed with gratitude, sender pulls receiver in for a hug to express how thankful they are.

[ MORNING ] - sender gives receiver a hug to say good morning.

“Is it in here?” he asked in a soft, hushed voice, “Really? You better not be getting me into trouble.” Harper had been on his way home from work when the dog had approached him, all white and soft, with an expression of what seemed like confusion. He had assumed that the pup was lost and yet, as he tried to lead him to Stop and Paws, seemed to be taken further and further into the university. Soon enough, it become evident that the dog was not lost at all, but rather intent on taking Harper somewhere. Perhaps to a secret hideout.

“Ah, is it?” he responded to his father’s comment on his name, brightening up, “A lot of friends had trouble pronouncing it when we were kids. They used to think I was saying my name was Appa.” He chuckled, somewhat amused by the memory. It usually improved once they got to know him, or when they were old enough to be exposed to a little more English media.

Daddy’s Pup | Harper & Arawn

It felt strange to stand in the classroom. Although Harper had gone to high school, he had been homeschooled for most of his youth. Even after that, education had never been high on his priorities and so he had only ever scraped by on his classes - according to his mother, literature and mathematics was only a hurdle towards his budding dance career. Stepping aside, he did his best to blend into the walls as the class filled out, leaving just him, the dog and a strangely dressed man.

“Rocco?” he questioned for a moment, but realised immediately that that was the puppy’s name. As the man drew closer to Harper, he couldn’t help but stare - the other may have been strange, but a strong aura of power emitted from his very being. It was no doubt something that his mother would have been drawn to and, as soon as the name Hayoung was mentioned, it clicked.

Harper had imagined meeting his father many times, but most scenarios involved him being kicked out or - even worse - simply killed for being useless. It was what his mother had. said would happen. “I-I.. um…” he stammered, subconsciously taking a step back, “I though your pup– I mean, Rocco. I thought he was lost, and he brought me here. Do you… know my mother?”

The Celtic god of underworld watched as the boy drew back into the walls and he could sense the similar skill that had drawn Arawn in the first place. His students left and Arawn allowed himself a breath of calm and rest before he’d tackle the next situation. He had decided that he had no intentions in messing with their lives. If they wanted his advice or himself or a safe space, he was always there. Rocco flopped down next to his desk as though satisfied that he brought child to dad and Arawn reached into his desk for a treat and tossed it to the fluffy dog, who happily caught it with a bark. 

He then focused his attention on the boy. He seemed scared and that thought was confirmed when he had mentioned Hayoung’s name, since the kid stuttered and took steps back. “Ah, Rocco has a very special job. His job is to keep the kids out of trouble and safe. Granted, your siblings aren’t as accepting to Rocco but that’s all. Just keep the kids out of trouble,” he stated. He removed the formal jacket he wore, and looked at the kid again. “Song Hayoung.” 

His description of his mother was entirely accurate, but in a way so simple - it was clear that they had not had a long nor deep relationship. Harper wasn’t surprised though. His mother had never told him anything personable about Arawn either, most likely because she also didn’t know.

“Right, that’s her,” he answered with a nod, “She’s an amazing dancer. Even after retirement, people still talk about her now.” It was a lot to live in his mother’s shadows, but even more of a burden trying to live up to her expectations. However, Harper didn’t want Arawn to get the wrong impression (even if the impression was actually somewhat right). He raised his hands, waving them in a panicked gesture, “I–I don’t think so. I mean, she didn’t tell me a lot. It’s really nothing.” Please don’t hurt her. 

tim looked at the younger, he was not entirely helpless after all. maybe tim recognised a fire in him, one that he wanted to make glow. and, gods be damned, tim loved to push people over the edge a little too much. he was far more successful with quick-tempered people like himself, but people like harper were a nice challenge. perhaps anger was not the button he should push – even if, he would love to see harper walk up and down, spitting flames and losing himself. yes, that was certainly mean. tim’s smirk grew, but he tried to keep it mild. “you really expect me to put words in your mouth? I can do that, quite literally. my tongue is skilled. but, I tend to prefer people who can speak their mind. even if their words do not impress me,” he was quite honest, even if his statement sounded a little arrogant.

For @mpxarawn

Harper did not know how to act at these sort of events. It wasn’t the dancing that scared him, he knew how to do that at least, but the socialising was intimidating for someone who had only had just a few friends his entire life. Standing at the edge of the dance floor with a soda in hand - he’d never worked out how to drink more than a half glass of champagne - he was relieved to see a familiar ball of white fur come to him.