#helios.writes

Let's start of with some things about "Helios"

Sooo, first things first, Helios is genderfluid. They tends to present as masculine the majority of the time. They love when people say their short hair suits them.

Helios took to dance in their childhood, but the majority of their dancing career was dancing hip-hop. This was also due to their love of K-pop during high school.

Helios is a fucking mess, a very small, gay mess. Also kisses the homies with consent.

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Now onto headcanons of Helios interacting with you, the reader (lol.)

Helios is very scattered with their speech, and you'll hear them mess up pronouncation of words. Their thoughts are just as scattered as their words, so expect a lot of jumps in topic. Such as: random (non-edible) food cravings, *too honest thoughts about you, and sometimes random background info.

*You look at Helios holding their cup of mango juice, their gaze shifting to your lips, to your eyes, then they look away. Their eyebrows furrowed, seemingly debating something.

"what are you thinking about?"

"You have such a nice smile, and pretty eyes. This is unfair, what the fuck, why do you have to look to good?"

Now, Helios is a bit touch starved, so physical affection will be the most prominant love language they display. From hugs, cuddles, hand holding, to even kissing if you're down for it. Helios will probably pair physical affection with words of affection too (not to be confused with words with affirmation, that too but not in this context.) Flirting. That's what I mean.

Now just because Helios likes this doesn't mean they expect it back, so if you really wanted, you could initiate and *find a flustered/blushing person. You'd get better results in person than online.

*You catch Helios look at you while you're joking around with mutal friends. Their eyes watch your lips move as you speak, taking notice of this your smile widens.

They make eye contact with you, eyes blowing wide as they look back down to your wide grin and then to your gaze. The way you look at them has got Helios' head reeling. They look away, fanning themselves at this interaction.

*Helios is willing to speak up for you in situations you don't feel comfortable in. You will need to tell them, they aren't here to play mind games. Helios would want to help, so long as you communicate (if you've spent 2-4 years with them then, feel free to assume they can pick up what you're putting down.)

*You're sitting in on a lecture in Software Development with Helios. The professor seemed to have gone over something and you didn't quite get it. You try to get her attention but she is too busy explaining binary-trees to notice your hand up. Helios is sitting beside you, you send them a text/poke their shoulder to get their attention.

You tell them what the problem is, they nod their head and clear their throat. Their hand shoots up and they speak in a loud voice.

"Excuse me, could you go back, I didn't quite get that last bit."

Helios puts effort into putting themselves into situations they want to be in, mostly in conversation and hanging out with people. And to the people Helios likes, they paint paintings and gift it.

Being close with Helios means you'll be spending quality time, hopefully, as much as your social battery can handle. Sitting in quiet, going to the movies, visiting cat cafes, cuddling in bed, or anything together would make them happy.

One last thing you should know is that Helios platonically marries a lot of their friends. It's really an excuse to *call people their husband/wife/spouse, cause it's an easy nickname for them to remember. Whether or not you get married to Helios, they will try to give you a nickname. If it sticks or not it up to you.

"I miss my husband, where is he.."

"bitch, which one?"

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ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ʜᴀꜱ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴍꜰᴀᴏ, ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜰᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ɪʀʟ ʟᴍꜰᴀᴏ. ʜᴍᴜ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ/ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ "ʜᴇʟɪᴏꜱ"

The feeling of physical contact. They longed for it, both barely clothed it feels like it’s taking forever. This feeling of longing, of wanting, to feel bare skin on bare skin. The sloppy kissing, with someone’s hand on the others nape, and the other person feeling up the first in return.

The exchange was disorganized, from a heated discussion to tongues clashing against each other. The dirty suggestions to laughing at a mispronounced word. The feeling of just being in the other’s presence was almost enough for them. Almost, they were both greedy and wanted more.

They wanted so much more they fought, not in a violent way, but for dominance. Even with outerwear thrown to the floor, and with bondage in the mix. Neither of them would back down.

“If you want me you’ll need to beg for me, darling~” They grinned up at them, tugging on a fist full of her hair. Their legs wrapped round her waist, as they pinned them to the bed below.

She scoffed playfully, a hand grabbing their chin tilting it up and to the side. Exposing their neck for her. “The only one who’ll be begging is you” She leaned closer to their neck, before they tugged her hair.

They move to press a kiss on her voice box, before whispering into her ear. “It’s cute that you think you’re in charge, but if you want anything you’re going to ask nicely.” They bite her neck, licking the mark. “Understood, darling?~”

“…” She huffed before nuzzling into their neck, “fine, but don’t think i’ll beg.” They nod, playful smile on their lips.

“Well?~ I’m waiting, darling. What do you want?~”

She sighed before she began, “.. can I please.. uhm..” Her hesitation was reciprocated with a tug to her bindings. This caused her breath to hitch. “Fine. Can I please taste you?”

They grinned, moving back to catch a glimpse of her face dusted in pink. “Why of course, darling~”

They pull her head forwards, bringing them into a kiss. They grinned as their lips separate, only a string of saliva connecting the both of them.

They move closer to the edge of the bed, spreading they're legs for her to see. "Get on your knees for me." She is quick to listen, getting on her knees before them.

She grabs hold of their thighs, pulling them closer to her. As she leans down, she breathes out in a silent "haaaah.." against their exposed core.

They shiver, thighs shaking at the sensation. "Ah, now you're teasing.." She grins up at them, leaning down to bite their inner thigh.

"Now, you have to beg for me, love~"

They hum in mock thought before speaking. "Please, darling? I want to feel your lips on me.."

She grins is satisfaction at the response. "How can I say no to you?~"

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ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴍᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ. ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʜᴇʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ, ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʟᴇꜱꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ.

From a distance, there was shooting, from what seemed like an aid in search for the prince. The shared silence broke after this, as the prince began to sit up. Just before he sat up he was stopped by a hand, it had reached out and grabbed Nicanor's sleeve.

He turned his head to look at Osiris. He was about to question him, that was before Nicanor turned and met his lovers gaze. His amethyst eyes were faced with his lover's blazing amber eyes.

"Stay."

Was all Osiris muttered, as he stared into what felt like the depths of Nicanor's soul.

"Pfft-"

The prince brought up his free hand, hoping to cover his sudden laughter. All was for naught as it did nothing to hide the joyous sounds the left his throat. Nicanor's polished amethyst eyes gleamed at Osiris' pathetic attempt of "silent" begging.

He had known his lover for a long time. It was obvious to him that he want more time together. Especially since they had been in preparing stages for a war to break out. One could never be so sure if the knight would return safely, if at all. And gods forbid if something happened to the soon-to-be-emperor while the majority of his soldiers were away at war. 

 It was a good assumption. 

"My darling, I must leave. I do have duties to attend to, as do you." Nicanor sighed, as he turned to his lover and embraced him. "We have much time before war breaks out. Let us do our duties this day, so that at dusk we may walk these meadows without worry of being disturbed."  

He brushed a hand through Osiris' hair, Nicanor grinned at the sigh of content his lover released. "You're utterly adorable, my love." 

"!!!"

Osiris was quick to pull away. He held a stern glare as he turned to Nicanor but, it quickly melted into adoration. The knight groaned quietly before he reached out to gently caress his beloved's face.

"My solace, when will you halt such teasing towards me?" His eyebrows were furrowed in displeasure due to Nicanor's teasing. 

"How could I not when the Gods blessed me with a lover as adorable as yourself?" The knight could only sigh at his lover's comment. He released Nicanor's face, he allowed his hand to travel to Nicanor's hand and brought it up to his lips.

Osiris lowered his head readying himself to kiss the back of the prince's hand. He looked up and made eye contact with Nicanor. Mischievous intent glazed over his eyes, even if his face remained still as stone. 

He then pressed a gentle kiss onto the backside of Nicanor's hand, sitting up straight right after. He then released his lover's hand, opting to reach out once more, leaning towards his lover. Osiris positioned himself so that both he and Nicanor could be facing each other, foreheads touching. 

Osiris closed his eyes, Nicanor followed in suit. They both let out a deep breaths. 

After a short silence Osiris spoke out. "Please, once you are free of your duties, join me." Nicanor smiled at his lover, pulling away to nod his head. 

"I will be there to greet you into you chambers." 

They  leant in, once more, for a kiss. As gentle as the wind, and sweet like honey. They pulled away, content with the kiss. 

"Alright, I must get going, my love. Until this eve, I will see you then. Remember, I adore you with all my heart."

"As you wish, until then, my beloved. I adore you as well, with ever fibre of my being."

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A gallant figure marched down the long corridors of the castle he resided, alongside the royal family, and many of the surviving soldiers. The castle wasn’t in the best of states, having to withstand the heat of the battle drawing closer to its kingdoms borders. This knight, however carried on, what else could he have done? The would have raged on with or without him, sadly.

His tall figure made its way to the leader's counsel room. His armor clinked and clang along with his powerful strides, but his face was gentle as he greeted the children of the royal families whom were passing by. Some of them handed him flowers they had gathered, he had knelt down. Doing this, he allowed them to put the flowers in his shoulder length hair. After they had finished he stood up, causing the children to whine for him to stay and play with them. To which he promised to play with them later.

“Goodbye, Mr. Osiris!” The children called as they left the man. He waved as the kids giggled as they ran down the long corridors of the castle.

He stood there, a solemn look spread across his face. “It is quite sorrowful, that is their future. If only they had been born after such a horrendous war..”

He made his way to the counsel room as he still had a duty and a role to play, it was as if he was just a character in the tales he would tell the children. Oh, how much he wished he could protect them a little while longer. As he glanced out a window he passed by, a crows beady eyes peered into his soul. That was the first sign, his end was nearing.

As he entered the room he was faced with the leading figures of humanity. He got on one knee, put a fist to his heart, and his head faced the floor. The man knelt in front of the royal figures as one addressed him. "I'm sure you're aware of the soon coming war, aren't you, our dear Osiris?"

The kneeling figure then spoke. "Of course, my liege, how could I not. This battle will determine if humanity will continue on as a species." Osiris was not a dolt, nor was he dense from living within the castle’s once safe walls. He could remember the first signs of war and the battles that followed. The scar on his back from the burns of fire blasts, and the marks left on his wrists from an enemy Tiefling mage.

He could remember the dismissal for the royal healers, when they disregarded the marks saying they were battle scars. This was the second sign. He could remember.. But now was not the time for reminiscing, it was the time to think of humanities future and the future for those whom he fought for.

“Osiris, our loyal commander, can we trust you to lead our warriors to battle once again. To the very lands where your comrades have fallen, and to which you will put your life on the line once more. Are you willing to do this all for the sake of humanity?” Their loud voice boomed down at his kneeling figure. All eyes were on him, and with a unwavering voice he spoke.

“For the sake of humanity, if I will have my body bruised and beaten, whether I disappear and never return, and even if I may die at the hands of those whom I fight. I will do so with pride, for the glory of humanity and for the sake of those I care.” With that the meeting was dismissed, but the commander couldn’t help but notice his marks glow a purple as he left the room. The third sign.

It was then the next day when they charged into battle.

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