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This was just a little scene I wrote for a roleplay server I'm in, but people seemed to enjoy it enough to tell me to post it, so... Here we are!

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Feeling the warm sun on his face was always something Hyacinthus treasured. It reminded him of the love he knew and the love he dearly missed when he was away. Apollo, god of the sun and of music and of healing had somehow fallen in love with him, a mortal man and prince of Sparta. When not running around after the gods, he spent his times with Hyacinthus in the very flower field the Spartan prince was laying in. His arms propping him up and his eyes closed as he soaked in the sun's warmth, felt it linger on his skin like a blanket wrapped around one's frame on the coldest of winter nights. 

"Where are you, my love?" Hyacinthus muttered softly as he opened his eyes, having to bring a hand up to his eyes to shield his gaze from the rays of light threatening to blind him.

Hyacinthus smiled softly as Apollo tucked his hair behind his ear, a soft sigh of content falling from his lips. He leaned slightly into the other's touch, closing his eyes as he allowed himself to feel the warmth of Apollo's fingertips soak into his skin. "I've been well, dear." He replied, opening his eyes to stare into the face of the man he loved. "And how are your godly duties?" He asked as he turned to lay on his side. He plucked a vibrant purple flower from the field of flowers around him before he raised it up to Apollo and tucked the flower into his golden hair.

Apollo sighed softly as he glanced off towards the ocean that lay on the horizon. He smiled back at Hyacinthus as the Spartan prince tucked the flower into his hair. "Don't get me started. I needed to get away from that mountain-" He paused as he too laid down on his side to stare longingly into Hyacinthus' eyes. "To see you, sunflower... to hold you." Apollo muttered as he reached forward, wrapping his arms around Hyacinthus' waist before pulling him closer. He laid his chin atop Hyacinthus' head, breathing in the faint scent of sweet florals and sea salt that lingered in his hair.

He allowed himself to be pulled into Apollo's grasp, laying his head on the sun god's chest as he closed his eyes. He began to trace patterns absentmindedly across Apollo's arm. "Oh, my radiant god, do you think I do not know?" he murmured, tilting his head slightly to press a fleeting kiss to Apollo’s collarbone. "I see it in your eyes, the weight you carry, the longing you try so hard to conceal." 

His hand moved up, fingers grazing through Apollo’s golden locks as he buried his nose in the crook of Apollo's neck. "But you are here now," Hyacinthus whispered, his voice barely audible over the gentle breeze that caused the flowers around them to dance. "And here, in this moment, you are simply mine... as I have always been yours."

Apollo exhaled a gentle chuckle as he pressed a lingering kiss to the top of Hyacinthus' head. "Yours..." He echoed, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He shifted slightly, pressing another lingering kiss to Hyacinthus' temple as he trailed his hand down to the small of Hyacinthus' back to pull him impossibly closer. "You speak as if I could ever belong to another," he murmured softly in response as he pulled back ever so slightly to look into his lover's eyes.  "As if my heart does not beat in time with yours, as if my hands do not crave your warmth the moment we part." 

Apollo's gaze softened as he met Hyacinthus' gaze once more, leaning in ever so slightly closer so the tip of his nose brushed the other's. "I would cast away my divinity if it meant staying here, just like this, forever... No temples, no worshippers, no duties to the gods, no immortality. Just you… and the way you make me feel so utterly mortal.."

Hyacinthus sighed, his breath mingling with the salt-tinged air as he closed his eyes and savoured the way Apollo held him so securely against his chest. It was as if he was something to be treasured, something sacred, something irreplaceable. "You speak such sweet things, my love," he whispered as he trailed his knuckle down Apollo's arm and back up towards his shoulder, watching as he traced the invisible line.  "But even the sun cannot abandon the sky… just as I cannot keep you from your duty,. No matter how much I long to." He added as he brought his gaze back to Apollo. 

He pulled back just enough to meet Apollo's gaze, the deep devotion and something so achingly human lingering in those bright eyes. "But if, for now, you are mine...truly, wholly mine...then let me worship you as you deserve." Hyacinthus murmured as he leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to Apollo's cheek before he pulled back again. "For if the gods are meant to be worshipped.." he breathed out, voice barely above a murmur. "Then I shall be your most devoted."

Apollo shuddered beneath Hyacinthus' touch, as if the mere brush of his fingers carried the power to unravel the threads of his very soul. His hands cupped the Spartan prince’s face as if he were the deity here and not Apollo himself. "You say I cannot abandon the sky." He replied as he brought the prince's face closer to his own, his lips ghosting over the other's. "But what is the sun without the earth to warm? What is a god without his followers? What am I without you?"

His thumb traced along Hyacinthus' cheek, committing the softness of his skin to memory. "You call yourself my most devoted, yet you do not know," he whispered, his voice beginning to tremble with something he couldn't quite name. "It is I who kneel for you.  I who would carve your name into the heavens if only to make you eternal. I who would rip out my own heart to present to you if only to show you just how much love I carry for you." He sighed, resting his forehead against Hyacinthus’. 

"But I am selfish," he admitted with a soft sigh, brushing his lips against Hyacinthus' skin. "I would have you forever, mortal though you are. And if the Fates are as cruel as the tales say…" He swallowed hard, his grasp on the man he loved tightening ever so slightly. "Then let me love you enough to defy them."

Hyacinthus smiled a knowing smile as he gingerly placed his hands over Apollo's. He soaked in the feeling of those warm hands against his cheeks and let out a soft laugh. "Oh, my love..." he whispered as he pressed a kiss to Apollo’s palm, "even the gods cannot fight the threads the Moirai weave. But if I must be mortal, if I must be fleeting… then let me be yours for as long as the Fates allow." He leaned in, pressing his forehead to Apollo’s once more. "Do not mourn me before my time, my radiant god," 

Hyacinthus murmured, his fingers threading into golden strands. "Let us have this. Now. Let us burn like the sun itself, so bright that even Olympus will remember." His lips found Apollo’s once more, slow and tender and fleeting like all things were. "And if the gods are cruel," he muttered as he looked up at the sky for a moment. "then let them know that I was loved by Apollo himself. That I was held in his arms and cherished for the entirety of my life. And when the fates do take me, they will have to pry me from your loving arms."

"Fleeting," he whispered, the word bitter on his tongue. "What a cruel thing it is, to love something the Fates will not let me keep." His eyes burned with something fierce before softening as he looked back at the man in his arms. "But you are right," Apollo murmured as he tightened his arms around Hyacinthus' waist as if his grasp could prevent the mortal man from slipping into the underworld when his time finally came. "We will not waste this, this love that we share. Let it be an ode, a hymn sung across the ages."

He kissed him then, desperate and deep, as if trying to write his devotion into Hyacinthus' very soul. "You speak of eternity, my love," Apollo whispered against his lips, "but do you not see? You are already immortal." His fingers brushed through dark curls and he tucked those soft curls behind Hyacinthus' ear. "As long as the sun rises and as long as the flowers bloom, you will live on. In every petal, in every golden ray of dawn, I will find you. I will love you."

He smiled, though it was tinged with sorrow. "And even when you are no longer in my arms, you will never be gone, for I will make the world remember your name, Hyacinthus. That, I swear to you."

Hyacinthus gazed up at Apollo with his eyes that were as dark as the night and so deep Apollo swore he could get lost in them. "And so you shall," he whispered, his lips curling into a soft smile. . "You are the god of poetry, my love, who better to etch my name into eternity?" His touch was gentle, as if he was scared that his touch would somehow sully the sun god, as if Apollo was the fragile one out of the two of them. 

He leaned in, pressing a kiss just beneath Apollo’s eye. "But my radiant god, must you always speak as if the fates have already stolen me away from you?" He asked, his lips curling into a soft grin as he laid his head back against Apollo's chest. "I am still here, I am still yours, just as I always will be." 

Hyacinthus closed his eyes and let the warmth of the sun and the warmth of Apollo warm his sun-kissed skin. "And I have no plans to leave you, not today, not tomorrow. So banish those sorrowful thoughts, my love, for they have no place between us.”

“You always know what to say to still the worry that seeds itself in my heart, sunshine.." Apollo murmured, resting his cheek against the dark curls that smelled of the sea and wildflowers. His fingers traced slow, reverent patterns along Hyacinthus’ back, as if memorizing him through touch alone. “You call me the god of poetry, yet it is you who speaks words that make the heavens envious."

If Hyacinthus was his most devoted follower, then his gift with words made sense. But still, it surprised him that even a mortal such as the love of his eternity could comprise a sentence that wove itself so deeply into his mind that he was sure to remember it for the rest of the days the earth was blessed with. He tilted his head, pressing a kiss into Hyacinthus’ hair. “Then I shall not mourn,” Apollo promised, his voice as warm as the sun-kissed air around them. “I shall not waste our time on sorrow when I could spend it adoring you.”

Hyacinthus’ gaze softened as he laid comfortably in the arms of the sun god. “I wish we could spend all of eternity like this,” He mused as he glanced out at the ocean on the horizon. “With you holding me while we watch the waves lap at the shoreline, or walking along the warmed sands of the beaches.” Hyacinthus murmured as he soaked in the sun on his face as if it were a kiss from Apollo. 

“I would never ask that if you, however.” He said as he opened his eyes once more. “We each have our duties to attend to, but how I wish to abandon them in favour of you, my brilliant aoidos.” 

Apollo pulled back enough to look down at his lover, tangling his fingers in his dark curls and brushing through them as he hummed. “If only the world would allow it, my muse,” he murmured, his lips brushing lightly against Hyacinthus’ temple. “If only the sun could pause in its path, if only time could be swayed by love alone.”

He followed Hyacinthus’ gaze to the horizon, watching the waves roll onto the shore. “But even the ocean must meet the land, just as I must return to my place in the sky,” Apollo said, though there was no sorrow in his voice. “And yet, no matter how far I go, no matter how high I rise, my heart will always belong here… with you.”

He tilted Hyacinthus’ chin up, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips once more in a slow, unhurried way, like a silent promise. “And when duty calls us apart,” he breathed against his mouth, “know that I will return to you, always. For even the sun must set… only so it may rise again.”

The two of them stayed in each other’s arms for a long time, just enjoying the company of one another as they watched the sun slowly move across the sky. Apollo lovingly brushing through Hyacinthus’ hair as Hyacinthus spoke of his love and his longing for the shining god. 

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Apollo sighed, his fingers lingering against Hyacinthus’ cheek, tracing the familiar warmth of his skin as if trying to etch it into his memory. The golden light of the afternoon had begun to fade, casting long shadows across the field of flowers the two laid amongst. “I must go,” Apollo murmured, though every fiber of his being rebelled against the words. He should have been used to this by now, leaving, returning to the sky, to Olympus, to his duties. And yet, every time he was forced to part from Hyacinthus, it felt like tearing himself away from something sacred.

Hyacinthus looked up at him, dark eyes steady despite the sadness that lingered there. “I know,” he whispered, reaching up to take Apollo’s hand in his own, pressing a soft kiss to his palm. “But I wish you did not have to.”

Apollo let out a breathy laugh. “You make me wish the same.” he admitted, brushing a stray curl from Hyacinthus’ face. “But I will return to you,” he vowed as he hugged the Spartan prince tightly against his chest. 

Hyacinthus let out a quiet hum, resting his head against Apollo’s chest, listening to the rhythm of his heart. “And I will be waiting.” He replied in a gentle murmur, pressing a soft kiss just above Apollo’s heart.

With great reluctance, Apollo gently moved Hyacinthus out of his arms and stood up from the field of flowers. He looked down at Hyacinthus whose eyes held a deep longing that almost caused the god to falter in his departure. “Do not forget me in my absence.” He spoke softly, a frown tugging at the corners of his lips. 

Hyacinthus laughed, though there was a hint of sadness woven in the facade he wore at his lover’s leaving. “As if I ever could.” He replied. 

With a final longing glance, Apollo turned, golden light gathering around him as he prepared to ascend. And as he left, he carried the warmth of Hyacinthus’ touch with him. For as long as Hyacinthus lived, he would be woven into the god’s heart. 

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IM BASING IT OFF MY OWN THEORIES BUT IDK IF ITS CANON.

After the incident: on a day where was more news people the kids- Dandy went twisted. Only his right arm got bigger and he gained claws and his eyes were a faint red but that was enough. The government got word and shut down the building. Nothing else happened but now the the toons are in a facility being researched.

How we feeling about this??? Good? Bad?

Shitty Note app poems, unedited and unwashed.

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Eventually the clothes end up on the floor,

Eventually garbage piles up,

Eventually the blankets are pulled up higher, 

Eventually the bottles stack up,

Eventually the music is turned up to loud,

Eventually friends stop reaching out,

And Eventually the lights go off.

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I have a lot of friends but I am lonely.

I am happy to be here but I am melancholy leaving.

I have no plans for the future and I can't wait for it to happen.

I miss the littleness of childhood, I love the freedom of adolescence.

stuck in between.

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My birthday is today and I am no more different.

I'm not as tall as the sky scrapers or as short as a mole.

I am not as thin as a twig and I am no more wider than a house.

I am still me.

And I am the same as before.

And the day after I'm still me and the day after and that day after.

I wonder when I will change, will it happen all at once or will it be slow and gradual.

Jeffpaw was startled from his slumber by his leader, Bluestar's words. It was sunup...what could she want at this hour? But Jeffpaw was not one 2 second guess a she-cat, especially not his beloved Thunderclan leader.

Jeffpaw left the apprentice den and gathered beneath the Highrock. He was a Tom black as night, with red eyes that glowed piercingly in the dark. Many kits ran off in fear at the sight of him...

"Something terrible has happened," Bluestar says. The morning breeze ruffles her gray fur. "An apprentice has been caught in a border skirmish with Shadowclan so they took him and put him in jail."