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luvf4ngz · 1 year ago

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Til Death Do We Part Brings Us Together

grim reaper! jason todd

Description: Your constant close calls with death first captures the attention of the Grim Reaper, then his heart, and lastly, his devotions.

Contents: Female Reader, Mentions Of Death/Dying, References to Greek Mythology, Possessiveness, You Watch Pretty Woman and Read Pride & Prejudice Together Bc Yeah, Mentions Of Isolation But It’s Okay I Promise, Jason Is Lowkey Lonely And Desperate, Reader Has A Death Wish? Maybe?, Praise Kink, SO MUCH PRAISE, Unprotected Sex, Religious Symbolisms, Sacrilege?, Nipple Play, Jason Calls You Princess, Obviously???, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, (Female Receiving), He’s So In Love, Jason Todd Is Touch Starved, Devotion, Jason Is A Munch, Overstimulation, Vaginal Sex, Yes Greek Gods Wear Boxers, Enthusiastic Consent, “Will it fit?” I’m Sorry Okay, Size Kink, Jason Todd Has A Big Dick, Gentle Dom Jason Todd, Intimate Sex, Slow Sex, Soft Sex, Aftercare, Cuddling

Word Count: 6081

Author’s Note: Jason is loosely based off of Thanatos from Greek Mythology/Hades (the game). It was kind of hard infusing his personality with the literal personification of Death, but I hope I did a good job! Also some details are completely made up or changed for the purpose of the fics, like how dying works in Greek Mythos. Please don’t come for me, I’m just trying to be horny on the internet. Without furthermore, please enjoy :)

Actually one more thing I have a Thanatos/Death playlist and I adore it to bits, please listen if you want.

Thank you @toruslvt for beta-reading!

He’ll do anything for his most devout follower, he’ll worship you twice as much as you ever could him.

"Yet another brush with death." You heard a husky voice beside you, making you turn your head to look at the figure sheepishly.

Whether you’re extremely unlucky or just unfathomably reckless, he’s not sure. All he knows is that your soul has been on the edge of being his over and over again - whether it was narrowly missing a car or falling into a river or even just choking on a bone. You always seem to make it out of those situations just fine, which has thoroughly caught his attention.

"You should really be more careful, you know." He looked at you and sighed.

“I am! Or at least I try to be...” You murmur timidly, scratching the back of your neck. “It’s uh, it’s nice to see you again.” You give him a small smile, turning your body to face him.

As always, he’s in his dark cloak, the hood lifted to conceal some of his hair, casting a shadow over his face. The gold accents adorning his body glint due to the faint sunlight casting through your kitchen window, the same sunlight making his tan skin glow, making him look otherworldly - which he was.

He raised his eyebrow, “Is it now? Most people are terrified to see me.” He muttered, smirking a bit,

“I guess I’m used to you now.” Your grin gets a bit larger, warmer. “You don’t have your scythe.” You point out.

He lets out a slight chuckle at your observation, “Such a keen eye. I figured I wouldn’t need it, and I was right. What was it this time?”

Your face heats with embarrassment at the question. “I slipped.” You confess, pointing to the puddle of water on the ground. “Almost cracked my head open, I guess. But! I turned my body in time, so I’m fine.”

“Yes, that would explain your wet clothes.” His eyes trail down your body, catching slightly where your nipples peek out against the damp fabric, before looking back up to your face.

He clears his throat, “Haven’t you learned your lesson by now? It’s not even lunch time yet and you were on the brink of death. Aren’t you afraid of dying?” He scolds you.

“I mean, not really.”

A pause of silence.

“What? You’re joking, right? How can you be so cavalier about this?”

“I don’t know, it doesn't seem so bad. It’s a natural part of life. Should I be scared?”

“What kind of question is that?!” He raises his voice slightly, eyebrows scrunched as he looks at you. “Of course, you should be. Dying isn’t fun. You’ll be dead, trapped in the underworld for the rest of eternity. You should be trying to preserve your life while you still have it.”

“I am, though. I’m not saying I don’t like being alive, I’m just saying, when it happens, it’ll happen. There’s no use being so pre-cautious and anxious all the time.”

He lets out a huff, “You are… certainly a strange one.”

“In any case, I’d like to think my soul will go to Elysium. I'm a pretty good person, so I think the afterlife won’t be too awful for me.” You continue on, carefree.

"That isn't my point, though. Even if you're guaranteed a place in Elysium, you should still be more vigilant.”

“Why should I be? My end is already predetermined, isn’t it? Don’t the fates know when my time is up?”

“Well… yes, but-”

“Wait, then how come you visit me before I actually die?” You interrupt him, a realization suddenly taking place. “Near death experiences shouldn't summon you right?”

He hesitates a bit, caught. "You’re correct… I visit you on my own accord.”

“Why?” You tilt your head cutely, an innocent and puzzled look in your eyes.

“You’ve just caught my attention, is all.” He looks away. “I like to keep track of you, the Fates are wrong sometimes, and you basically have a death wish so I just… I like to make sure you’re okay.”

You smile slightly at his words, “You don’t want me to die?”

“Of course, I don’t. I like- I like to watch you. You’re interesting to me.” He chooses his words carefully.

“I am?” Your eyes brighten a bit at his words.

He turns back to you and nods, his hood shifting a bit with his movement, revealing a bit more of his hair. The white streak catches your attention.

“I have to confess it’s… cute the amount of trouble you manage to get yourself into. It’s entertaining to see what you get up to, how you treat others, what you desire out of life.” His eyes move to look into yours. “Your mentality is quite unique, as well. You see dying as natural and not something to be feared, but I think you've accepted it to an… abnormal degree." He paused. "...You're the first person in a very long time to not express fear of me.”

“Why would anyone be afraid? You're only doing your job... and you're quite nice."

He laughs, the deep rumble of his voice goes straight to your knees. "I think you're the first person to ever call the God of Death ‘nice’. You wouldn't believe the amount of people that fear me, even before their time is up. It's... exhausting, really. I can always hear their prayers, their cries, their pleads.”

"I mean I can’t blame them, I just can't share the same sentiment, especially with all the conversations that we've had."

He smiles at you, “You really are like a breath of fresh air. It’s nice to know that someone doesn’t hate me.” He pauses again, a soft look in his eyes. “But you should still be careful. You're not made of rubber after all. Don’t let me take you earlier than I should.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad, though.”

“What?” In such a short time, you’ve shocked him again.

“I wouldn’t mind dying knowing that you'll be the one waiting for me.” You say it so casually, continuing to smile at him, as if it wasn’t the sweetest thing anyone’s ever uttered to him. His heart beats a little faster as he stares down at you, stupefied.

“You can’t mean that.” He replies after a while.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

He’s speechless, dumb-founded. How could he possibly begin to explain that the idea of anyone liking him enough to allow him to take them from this world so happily was absurd?

“What?” You ask, noticing his sudden silence. “Why’s that so strange? I like talking to you, and when I’m in the afterlife you would keep me company, right?”

He lets out a breath and smiles a bit, the whites of his teeth peeking out behind the pink of his lips. “I’d be lying if I said that didn’t sound appealing.”

“Good.” You smile a little wider, your eyes crinkling as it makes his heart begin to race now.

“I-I should get going, there’s uh- souls I need to get to.” He stutters out.

“Yeah, that sounds important. I should clean up with water. I’ll see you around uh… Mister Grim Reaper, sir.”

He lets out an amused huff. “Jason. Just call me Jason.”

“Will do.” You jokingly salute him, and it makes him let out another chortle.

“Alright, farewell then.” He nods, before blinking out of your kitchen.

You stare at the space he used to occupy for a bit, still smiling softly, before leaving to get a mop - and maybe a change of clothes.

“Are you sure it’s okay for you to be here?” You ask him, raising an eyebrow as you stare at him from the couch.

“Yes.” He replies simply, his eyes and attention focus on the movie playing on your TV.

His visits have been more and more frequent lately, ever since the conversation the both of you shared in your kitchen. Now, Death, who prefers the name Jason, shows up even if you didn’t go through another life-threatening event.

And right in this moment, Jason is standing in front of your couch, entirely enraptured by Pretty Woman, of all things.

“Don’t you have to do your duty? I’m sure there’s a lot of lost, wandering souls right now.” You try again, concerned.

“What? You don’t want me here?”

“I didn’t say that!” You put your hands up in defense. “I just don’t want you to get in trouble or something. Won’t Hades or the Fates or… whoever your superior is get angry?”

“Probably.” He shrugs. “But what are they going to do? Kill me?” He casts you a glance from the corner of his eyes, before going back to the movie. “Besides, souls can’t leave the mortal body without me being there. They’ll just rest for a bit, I can always come get them after.”

“I guess that’s fine then.” You sigh out. “Could you at least sit down?”

Jason lets out a nod, before moving to the couch, taking a seat beside you but still keeping his distance.

He watches the rest of the movie in silence beside you, enjoying your company. His eyes flick over to admire you a few times, taking in your immersed gaze and noticing the way you’re clutching a plushie so close to you (cute). When you sniffle, when a few tears trail down your face, when your parted lips form a pout at the ending, his heart pumps hard in his chest.

This was a much better use of his time.

“You have so many books.” Jason states, his figure crouched so that he could properly read all the titles. His hood is off, fully revealing his soft, dark hair - the white streak a beautiful contrast.

“Who’s the observant one, now?” You chuckle from your place on the bed, eyes not leaving the novel in your hands.

He rolls his eyes, “What are you reading?”

“Pride and Prejudice.” You hum softly, eyes still scanning the page.

“What’s that about?” Jason asks, walking away from the bookshelf and towards you.

“Uh, it’s a little complicated.” You murmur, “But basically it’s two people learning to get over their, well, pride and prejudices to fall in love.”

He lets out a hum, “Read it to me?”

“Oh my Gods, you’re so lucky, I just got to the best part.” Your eyes watch him as he lays down beside you on your bed, the fabric of his black cloak pooling around his body.

“Elizabeth was surprised, but said not a word. After a silence of several minutes, he came towards her in an agitated manner, and thus began: ‘In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.’ Elizabeth’s astonishment was beyond expression.”

Jason turned to his side in order to get a better view of you. He watches how your eyes practically light up as you read, a smile gracing your face. He can’t help but think how pretty you look like this.

“She stared, coloured, doubted, and was silent. This he considered sufficient encouragement; and the avowal of all that he felt, and had long felt for her, immediately followed. UGH, it’s so romantic!” You yell out, clutching the book to your chest and rolling back and forth slightly, making him let out a chuckle at your antics. “I mean at this point in the book I still hate Darcy but Gods, the way it’s written is just so good!”

He falls silent for a bit, his gaze affectionate as he watches you. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

You stop your giddy reactions, looking at him curiously. “Yeah, what is it?”

“Do you remember when you said you wanted to be with me in the afterlife?”

“Hm? Yeah, why?”

He took a deep breath. "Let's say... let's just pretend for a moment, that when you die... I don't guide you to the afterlife. Instead, I take you somewhere else with me."

You sit up slightly, pushing yourself up on your arms, turning your body to face him. “Where would we go?” You set your book aside on the nightstand.

“To… my home. I have a residence on the outskirts of Tartarus. You would be safe there, I can make sure that nothing would bother you.” He sits up fully, grabbing and holding your hands gently. “Please, I want you to stay with me. I get so lonely, and I just- I like being around you.” His tone is soft, pleading and sincere as he confesses his desires to you.

You smile back at him, eyes crinkling softly in that way that he’s come to adore. “I’d like that.”

“Really?” He gasps out, face mirroring yours as a bright smile overtakes his features.

“Mhm,” You hum, “It’ll take some time, though.”

He shakes his head, hands gripping yours a bit tighter, “I would wait the entire rest of eternity for you, if I had to.”

“Well, I’ll be sure to not make you wait that long.” You giggle out.

“I’d hope not. I want to have you with me, I want to keep you around until the end of time itself.”

“I think that’s the most romantic thing anyones ever said to me, Jay.” Your tone is light, teasing.

“There’s a catch though,” He pauses, hesitant to see your reactions. “You won’t be able to leave the house or see anyone else. I can’t risk you getting found. B-but I get you anything you need, I can make you happy.”

“That sounds just fine to me.”

His eyes glisten in happiness, a bright shine in them. “Then... it's settled. I will take you to my home, and you will stay with me… forever.” His glances down to your lips for a second, before quickly looking back into your eyes.

You notice the movement, heart beating a bit faster.

“Could I kiss you?” He whispers, his voice low and warm.

“Yeah,” You mumble back.

He leans in closer, hands releasing yours as one places itself on the small of your back, pulling you closer to his body as the other gently grips your chin. He leans down, tilting your head up until he feels the soft press of his lips to yours. Warmth floods his body as he feels electricity in the air, and he feels his heart pound behind his ribcage when your own arms wrap around his neck.

Your touch, your taste, was addicting. You were tender and sweet, and Jason never wanted this moment to end. He groans when he feels your hand begin to play with his hair, and he presses himself closer to you, both hands moving to grip your waist.

His grip tightened on you as your kiss intensified, his body started to tremble as it filled with a desire so deep that it was all-consuming.

Eventually you break apart from him, needing air. He dismays at having to pull away, but allows you to do so.

"If that's what's waiting for me at the end of my life, maybe I do want to die sooner…” You joke, breathless.

He groans again, “Don’t… don’t say that. Don’t tempt me, I can’t take it.” He presses his forehead to yours, both of your breaths mingling together.

You giggle, pulling him in by the back of his neck to kiss him again. He relents easily, his heart skipping when you hum softly against his lips, the desire in his body igniting higher and higher.

Eventually, he’s the one to pull away, his breath tickling you as he trails his nose against your neck. He can feel the soft tremor in your breath as your body shivers against his. “Can we go further?” He murmurs into the skin.

“Yeah, I want more.” You nod.

“Good, I do too. I want all of you.” He begins to press his lips to your neck, lightly leaving kisses and bites that you have squirming and gasping.

“You have me.”

“You don’t understand.” He shakes his head. “You... you don't know how much I've been longing for you. Your presence alone gives me joy. Having you touch me… it makes my heart pound and my body melt. The way you talk, the sounds you make... it’s perfect. I want to touch you. I want to hold you. I want to know everything about you. I want all of you.”

“You can have that too…” You sighed out.

“You drive me crazy.” He groans, leaning close again to kiss you deeply, caressing the sides of your body. He wasn't holding back anymore. He couldn't. He wanted you so much that it ached in his bones. His hands started sliding slowly but surely, caressing your back and waist. He couldn't get enough of you, and your body’s twitching and the sound of your heavy breaths was such a thrilling sensation that he was consumed by it entirely.

“Jason…” You pant out his name as you experimentally grind your body against his, whining when you feel his hard cock rub against your clothed cunt, your hands holding him tighter.

The sound drove him crazy with arousal, his body wracked with longing. You felt so good and he couldn't help but lean into you more, allowing you to press against him over and over and over. The feeling of heat was flooding his entire being, his cock throbbing beneath his cloak.

He worships the feeling of you grinding against him for a few more moments, his breath coming out in husky pants before he rolls you onto your back, hovering above you.

"Just be a good girl and let me do all the work, now." His voice is husky, needy, as he leaned down and kissed your neck again, his breath hot and his body trembling with anticipation.

You whine again, rubbing your thighs together to relieve the sudden ache between them. Your eagerness spurs him on, he presses a peck to your cheek before sitting back on his knees to gaze down at you.

“Gods, you’re gorgeous.” He mutters, his hand slips up your shirt a little, and he shivers at the instant warmth of your skin. “Can I take this off?”

You nod rapidly, quickly pulling off your top and tossing it aside, revealing yourself to him.

Jason responds by leaning down to litter kisses over your body, a flush on his cheeks. His lips are soft and reverent almost as they softly touch your heated skin. He takes your nipple into his mouth sucking slightly, as a hand comes up to tweak and roll the other one.

“Jay…” You call out his name, your back arching slightly, and he never wants to stop hearing your voice.

“I got you, princess.”

He lowers his mouth, trailing down your body until he reaches the hem of your bottoms. “Can I take this off, too?”

“Do anything you want, Jay.” You breathe out, head dizzy with your need.

“You sure?” He asks, fingers hooking into both your pajama pants and underwear, dragging them down your body, uncovering inch after inch of your naked body.

You look like a dream under him, eyes blown with lust, lips parted, body bare for him as you nod. He sets your clothes aside, going back to relishing you.

You look away softly from embarrassment, “You take off your clothes, too…”

Your shyness got to him and he could help but laugh softly. You were so cute. He took a step back and off the bed, pulling off his cloak. He could feel your eyes watching his every movement, could feel your eyes rake his form as you settled on the bed.

His gold adornments drop to the floor with a ‘clunk’, quickly followed by his black trousers.

“You’re so beautiful.” You softly praise. You can’t help but to stare at him, eyes lingering on every sculpted muscle or coloured scar of his frame.

He couldn't help but feel like you were the beautiful one. The way your eyes traveled over his body made his heart beat fast. He felt like he was on top of the world, knowing you admired him.

He climbs back onto the bed, taking his place between your legs as he lays on his stomach. His hands come to grip around your thighs, pulling you closer to him.

“Oh.” You gasp slightly at the intimate position, gulping as your blood pumps faster through your veins.

He slides a hand down towards your cunt, already slick for him. A thumb parts your swollen lips as he gently glides it up and down, before pressing it against your sensitive bud.

“Ah-” You moan oh so sweetly for him, hips twitching as he starts rubbing your pretty clit. Your body was so responsive to him, and it makes a grin break onto his face.

He brings his thumb away, making you frown before replacing it with his mouth, lips wrapped around the nub.

“W-wait!” You cry out, hands flying into his hair as you do your best to not buck into his face. He smirked around you, starting to suck despite your call. Your reaction only added fuel to the fire burning inside him, your writhing body and shaky gasps were too much for him to handle.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, just let yourself feel good.” He mumbles into your cunt before going back to sucking and lapping at you. He holds you close to his face, his grip firm to keep you as still as he could.

He groans as you tug at his roots, the sound vibrating around your needy clit. Your desperate moans and whispers drove him crazy. He liked how fast you were breathing, how much you were moving. You were a squirming, twitching mess underneath him as the sensation became too overwhelming.

“Jason, oh my Gods.” You gasp.

“I’m your only God, now, right? Just me…” His hand moves to your fluttering hole, slowly pressing two fingers inside you. They slip in easily with how wet you are, dripping your desire down his wrists. He feels you clamp down on them, slick walls sucking him in further.

“Jason, Jay!” His name slips from your lips like a chant, a prayer wrapped in shallow breaths.

“Keep saying my name just like that, pretty girl.” He loves the way you make it sound, loves the way you say it. Not Grip Reaper. Not Death. Just Jason. Your Jason.

“Oh, Jay…” You breathe out his name like you’re struggling to even think.

“You’re such a sensitive thing, aren’t you?” He coos, starting to move his fingers in and out of you. He smirks when you squeal as he curls his fingers up, pressing against that soft, vulnerable spot inside you. His arm moves to keep you down, pinning your hips to the bed as he goes back to tasting you.

“N-not there!”

“Why not? Doesn’t it feel good?”

“It’s too much!” You’re breathless, barely able to gasp out replies as he keeps abusing that spot inside you.

“Do you want me to stop?” Jason slows his pace, fingers dragging painfully slow against your aching, slick walls, making you let out a needy mewl, clenching on him.

“No! P-please don’t.” You pout, softly tugging at his head to turn his attention fully on you.

“Say my name. Tell me what you want.”

You hesitate a bit, pondering your words. “Make me feel good, Jason. Make me cum.” Your tone is so soft and pleading, it’s the best worship he’s ever heard.

The only prayers he’s ever heard were cries for his absence, beseeching his very being and purpose, but with you - he’s found a new one. You want him, you want him closer, you want him to make you feel bliss. He can do that. He’ll do anything for his most devout follower, he’ll worship you twice as much as you ever could him.

He dives back down with a fervor, thick fingers working you quickly, the soft squelches increasing in volume and frequency. His tongue traces your clit, sucking and rolling and indulging in the way you writhe and whimper below him.

He keeps going as you squirm uncontrollably, as your body tenses further and further, as your eyes glaze over and your heart pounds. Your nerves are frayed and begging for relief as the soft warmth of his tongue doesn’t let up. Your grip on his hair tightens, making him grunt low and husky into you.

“Jason, m’gonna… can I please-?” You can barely make out full sentences, head fuzzy and blood searing as the dam inside you threatens to break.

“You don’t have to ask, just do it.’ He murmurs; his cock throbs in his garments, waiting for you to release on his tongue.

The feeling overtakes you, making you choke out a shaky cry as you climax. Your thighs squeezes his head, fingers buried deep into his dark locks as you tremble. You’re lightheaded and breathless and euphoria has settled in every inch of your veins.

Jason removes his fingers, gripping your thigh as his mouth slots against your leaking cunt as he engulfs his tongue into your taste. He greedily laps up your slick, moaning as it blooms over his tongue - more sweet and addictive than even ambrosia.

Your cries are so adorable as he continues to seek out every last drop of cum from you, your body pliant and weak below him as you keen and mew.

“J-Jay…” You stutter out his name as your body twitches, sensitivity kicking in.

“Yes, love?” He barely pauses to utter out those words, mind set on devouring you whole.

“C-can’t!” He frowns, giving you one last lick before pulling himself away from you.

His eyes are filled with a feral like need, mouth smeared and shiny with the aftermath of your arousal. “Did that feel good?” He husks out, “You looked so divine, cumming.’

You’re panting hard under him, mind dizzy as you process his words, nodding in reply.

“I want to make you feel that way for the rest of eternity, you’ll let me right? You’ll stay with me?” Now that he’s had you, he doesn’t think he can survive on his own anymore.

“Y-yeah, Jay.” You nod again, voice small.

He raises himself up, licking you off his hand before he crawls over your body again. His legs slot between yours, tangling the both of you together. He leans down, sighing out in satisfaction as your damp, warm skin presses into his.

His lips brush over yours, silently asking for permission to kiss you again. You accept him willingly, hands drifting to hang loose around his neck as you push your lips to his.

He groans, hand gripping your waist and the other running through your hair as he explores your mouth. You can taste yourself on him, spit mixing together as he groans into your lips.

He pulls back, both your breaths lingering in the small space between your faces. He trails his nose down to the sensitive skin of your neck, teeth dragging lightly across the flesh.

“I want all of you, so bad.” He groans. “I’ll do anything for you. Can you tell me I’m yours?”

He so desperately wants to belong to you - to know that one day you’ll accompany him in the deepest pits of Tartarus - that you’ll never let him be alone again.

“You want to be mine?” Your tone is puzzled, words ending in a lilt.

“Please.”

You smile, hands coming to hold his face, thumbs gently caressing his cheeks. “Who knew the God of Death would be so needy?” You tease.

“You try being alone and hated since the dawn of existence.” He sighs, melting into your touch. His eyes close, leaning into your palms.

You giggle a bit. “We can be each other's.” Your lips break out into a grin as you bring his face down to yours, pressing pecks all over.

He relishes your kisses, letting out a deep, happy sigh. His cock is still painfully hard, straining against his boxers, but he tries to ignore it. He opens his eyes and brushes your stray hair behind your ears, slightly damp with your sweat.

“Jay,” You murmur his name, pulling back to look at him, “I want more.”

“More? You want me to eat you out again?” His mouth salivates at the thought of having your taste on his tongue again. He’ll do anything you ask.

You shake your head, thumbs rubbing along his cheekbones, “I want you to fuck me, Jay.”

“You do? Are you sure?” He whispers.

His breath hitches as you nod, blinking up at him with those pretty eyes of yours.

“I wanna feel you, Jay. J-just go slow, I’m still sensitive.”

“You’re sensitive?” He huffs out an amused breath, smiling softly. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you. I’ll make sure of it.”

You try to press your thighs together, getting excited by his promises and husky tone. He feels your legs shift around his, smirking as he takes in your desperate body language.

He shifts back again, tugging his boxers down. Your eyes trail to his now exposed cock, standing proud and flushed and daunting.

He’s…. big.

Your jaw drops a little as you take him in, your mind reeling with thoughts of “Will it fit?”.

“Hm? Don’t worry. I said I was going to take care of you.” Jason murmurs, voice adoring. He positions himself back between your legs, hands lifting your legs to encourage them to wrap around his waist. You willingly follow his guidance.

His hands come to hold your hips steady, hips canting forwards to rub the head of his cock through your folds. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” You reply softly, hands drifting to lay on top of his, gently grabbing his wrists.

He pushes inside of you, pace steady and measured as he tries his best to let you adapt to him.

“Ohmyfuck…” You slur, words mushing together as you feel him stretch you out. You grip him a bit tighter.

“Just relax, pretty girl.” He mutters, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin to calm you down. He continues pushing himself inside you, making you feel every ridge and detail and inch. It’s slow and deliberate; he’s savoring watching the way your cunt sucks him in, the way your head tilts back, how shallow and quick your breaths have gotten. “Can you feel it? Am I too big for you?” He teases, eyes shining with both mischief and affection. He pushes forwards again.

Your pussy flutters around the girth of him, slick pouring out with every second, making the process that much smoother.

You try to take deep breaths, groaning softly as you feel the way he bullies into you, nestling deep inside.

“S’it in yet?” You hiccup.

He chuckles softly, you were just so endearing. He was taking his time, enjoying the feeling of you. “It’s not even halfway yet, baby.” He coos.

“S-still?” Your eyes widen a bit, as he laughs again.

“Just lay down and take it, princess. I’ll do everything, don’t think about a thing.” He leans down and silences your whimpers with a kiss. His lips lock onto yours as he swallows your moans, moving his hips until he feels you flushed against him.

He pulls back, body once more shadowing over yours. His eyes drift down to where the two of you connect. “Look at that, she took me all in. I told you that you didn’t need to fret, love.”

“A-ah, it’s so deep…” You mumble.

“Isn’t it?” He grins.

He starts to move back and forth, instantly groaning at the intoxicating sensation of you wrapped warm and snug around his pulsing cock.

He keeps his pace slow, staying true to his promise. He doesn’t mind though, he’s just relishing in every little detail of you, burning the memory of how you look, feel, and sound into his mind - a treasure for eons to come.

You’re moaning uncontrollably, hands moving to grip at his biceps, nails digging slightly into the skin. He grunts, liking the shark twang of pain that shoots through his body.

He can feel you clamping around him desperately, like your body needed more. You’re so wet and sloppy, he can feel your slick smearing on his thighs with every thrust.

“Feels s’good, baby.” He groans, and immediately he feels you clench on him again. “Did you like that?” He grins.

“Uh-huh,” You nod dumbly, eyes unfocused as whines spill from your throat.

“My pretty girl likes it when I praise her, huh?” The next words flow from him easily, he’s venerated you so much in his mind already that the flattery comes easy. He wants you to know exactly what you make him feel. “You’re so fucking perfect for me, you’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Everytime he bottoms out you can feel him in your throat.

“J-Jay…”

Your bodies blend together, waves of pleasure overtaking you both with each long stroke. You can feel every inch and vein and crevice of him pushing against your sensitive walls.

He continues speaking. “You make me fall apart so easily, my love. I want to give you my everything. I’ll be at your disposal from now on, you can do whatever you want with my body, as long as you stay by my side.” His tone is deep, dripping with lust. “Your pretty pussy takes me so well, it’s like you were made for my cock, yeah?”

A shiver of arousal runs through your body at his speech, lower body getting hotter. You feel like you’re surrounded by lava, melting and wound tight all at once.

“Your body is so beautiful, I don't want anyone else to touch you; I want you only for myself.” His hands lift your hips up a little, his cock pressing inside even deeper than before, making you let out a yelp.

He’s hitting every good spot inside you, knocking the breath from your lungs even with his sensual pace. You feel constant spurts of warmth pouring out of you, and you notice just how soaked the mattress is beneath your shivering body.

“Are you enjoying yourself, love?”

“S-so much, Jay,” You whine out, clutching him harder.

“Good, I want to be the only one that can make you feel like this.”

Each rock of his hips gets you higher and higher, dangling on the edge of release. The glide of him is so smooth and sweet as he drags against you.

“M’gonna cum, Jay.” You sigh out, voice high and whiny.

“Good girl, go on and soak my cock. Show me just how much you’re enjoying this.”

A few more more moments and you’re letting go, gripping his biceps hard as elation sinks deep into your bones. A sob of his name escapes your parted lips, body tingly and twitchy as endorphins rush through your veins. He groans as he feels your slick walls convulse around him. His grip on your waist tightens momentarily as he pulls out, his cum instantly spilling onto your stomach. Relief floods his system as he pants hard, chest heaving as he catches his breath.

The both of you bask in the afterglow of your climaxes, the soft sound of breathing drifting on the heated air. Jason thinks you look divine with your hair spread on the bed, his seed marking your skin as sweat glistens your body. You think the view of him above you, satisfaction prominent on his face, is just as sacred.

When Jason’s body settles he gently slides out of you, smiling apologetically at your small wince. He goes to your bathroom, having memorized the layout of your house from all the times he’s visited you. He returns with a damp towel, mournfully wiping his traces off of you. He throws the rag into your laundry basket, crawling beside you in bed and pulling you into his chest.

“How ya doing, princess?” He whispers into your hair.

You give him a small, happy hum in return, scooting yourself even closer into him.

"You're so soft," He mumbles, nuzzling into you. "This is where I want us to stay, for eternity. Nothing else, forever."

“That sounds perfect, Jay.” You reply, yawning slightly.

Jason’s smile grows even wider, his arms tightening around you. He looks down at you with an adoring gaze, your warm and tender body slotting perfectly against his. "There is nothing, and no one in this world that I want more than you, my dearest."

Thank you so much for reading! A comment or reblog is much appreciated. Have a great day <3

- sumi ☆ミ

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requested tags: @a-deadbeat-fucking-valentine @in-som-niyah

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jemiswumbo · 1 year ago

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she’s out of her mind

luke castellan x daughter of hades!reader

anon prompt: Hey babes! I saw your post about wanting prompts and I was wondering you could write Luke Castellan x Daughter of Hades! Reader where it's like sunshine (Luke) x grumpy (Reader) trope?

authors note: hello i am back with a small drabble for the cute prompt above! i got drunk off of applebees dollaritas and wrote this in 15mins so do with that information what you will. hope you enjoy! :)

title is from she’s out of her mind by blink-182. lyrics are a lil fitting.

warnings: none? i think? it’s just fluff, i think. sort of.

“Wake up, sunshine.”

You groaned low and deep, releasing a guttural sound full of pure agony. Rolling over on your (extremely warm, cozy, sleep inducing) bed, you came face to face with your boyfriend, Luke Castellan, who was currently opening up the curtains in your cabin.

Being the only child of Hades at the camp, the entire cabin was sparse and empty, save for the corner you called home. There was a bed with black sheets and blanket, a side table full of the few memorabilia you had to your name, and a dresser beside that which held your extensive collection of black clothing. The walls resembled the inner workings of a cavern; slick rock prodded with small bones and beautiful jewels encapsulated the bedroom areas. Sconces held lit torches burning bright with turquoise Greek fire.

Your favourite part of the cabin, though, was the specially-crafted blackout curtains that were typically drawn tight over the windows. Not even a sliver of light could penetrate the thick, black, velvet drapes. That was, until, your idiot boyfriend took it upon himself to draw them open. The harsh blades of sunlight violated your eyes, illiciting your pained groan. You hated it when people interrupted your sleep.

“Luke,” You whined, shoving your face into your pillow, hoping to evade the blinding light. “Let me sleep, please, for the love of the gods.”

“Fuck the gods,” Luke said, and you could hear the smirk in his voice without needing to see his (cute, devilishly handsome) face. “Anyways, it’s 9am! You’ve slept in long enough and I wanna have breakfast with you and your pretty face.” Luke flopped down on the bed beside you and flipped your body back over with ease, in a foolish attempt to force you into the world of the living.

Typical for a child of Death, you kept your eyes squeezed shut and pounded the bedsheet with your fist. “I will literally, genuinely, actually murder you without hesitation if you don’t leave me the fuck alone.”

“That’s no way to talk to your boyfriend.” Luke said, pressed a small kiss to your nose. You swatted him away with anger.

Any other (normal, rational, smart) kid at camp would’ve soiled their pants and fled in terror from such a threat uttered by the one and only daughter of Hades. You were capable of a simple killing — you were graciously bestowed the gift of sucking out the souls of mortals with a mere flick of the wrist — and so it was only logical to fear such a ghastly claim. Luke, however, had realized early on in your Camp days that you were full of shit and would never hurt a fly. He took an opportunity to befriend you and you’d been dating for a few years now. You were (truly, madly, deeply) in love with him and yes, despite your immense hatred for morning sunlight, you would never actually hurt him.

“Come on,” he prodded again, cuddling up beside you and tapping your forehead mischievously. You mustered the courage to crack open one eye (barely) and saw him grinning down at you. “Wake up, baby. Let’s get breakfast and then spend the day at the docks. We can swim and sun bathe and have a picnic—“

“Gods, you’re ambitious today,” you grumbled, rolling back over to face the opposite direction of Luke (and, the open windows), allowing him to grab your waist and pull you up against his chest. “I hate being in the sun. You know this.”

“Yeah, but I like to try new things with you,” Luke said, peppering a few kisses down your jaw and the side of your neck, squeezing his taut arm around your torso. “And I’m dying to see you in a bikini.”

“Perv,” you mumbled, but deep down you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach, causing a crimson blush to bloom over your chest. “Give me another hour to sleep.”

“No,” Luke said, and now it was his turn to groan impatiently. “Please, now, for me? I love you and want to spend time with you.”

“I hate you and want you to leave me alone,” you replied, pulling your fluffy duvet back up over your shoulders. “Bed time.”

“Beach time,” Luke decided. He sat up slightly and ripped the blankets entirely off your form, exposing your body to the cold air of the morning.

You shrieked. “Luke, you asshole—“

Luke jumped out of the bed, smiling wide. He gathered up all the blankets up into his arms, much to your dismay, and held them away from you. You only wore shorts and a tank top to sleep last night, and the chill in the room froze you right to your bones. Luke bundled up the bedding into a ball and fired it across the room. “There, now you’re acclimated.”

“You’re dumb as hell.”

“You are a grouchy, sleepy demon who needs breakfast and vitamin D.”

“Ugh!” You exploded, finally shoving yourself out of bed in a fit of exasperation. Luke had the audacity to applaud you. “Okay, there, I’m up!”

“So proud of you, my sleeping beauty,” Luke remarked. He crossed the room to you and placed a tender kiss to your lips, making sure to nip at your pouty bottom lip.

“Sorry for being rude,” You murmured, after having kissed him back. “I love you. I just don’t love being woken up.”

“I know,” Luke said with a grin. “I actually think you’re cute when your grumpy, so I do it on purpose to bug you.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t stop the small smirk from appearing on your cheeks. “Whatever. You promised breakfast and I’m starving, so let’s go.”

Luke mimicked your playful eyeroll. He took your hand, leading you out the door and towards the dining pavilion.

note 2: hi hi! if you read this and enjoyed it and maybe want to read more from me, i would super appreciate prompts and requests sent to my inbox! can’t guarantee i’ll write them all but i will for sure try my best! thanks for reading! :)

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #luke castellan #jemiswriting

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kneelingshadowsalome · 1 year ago

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prefacing this by saying I have absolutely no information on this period of history, but Rome was sacked and ultimately destroyed by Germanic tribes.

And naturally, the first thing I thought of upon learning that was Invader!König X Roman Maiden!Reader. Similar to your story, I’m thinking he decides to take the Reader as a trophy of war similar to his comrades. You and plenty of other maidens are tied up, thrown across horseback or across shoulders, and dragged off back to Germania. Depending on how dark you want it, König could wait for his little prize to want his cock, or he could have no patience at all and fuck her as soon as he gets a chance. Of course, he’s still somewhat of a gentleman, he’ll make sure she enjoys it, but like it or not his cock’s going in her.

I think this is an opportunity to lean even further into the barbarian König idea, with varying levels of darkness.

Save me dark barbarian!König... 🖤💋

CW: dark content, noncon groping, noncon cuddling, fear of SA, König's idea of hot sex is problematic to say the least, reader's level of enthusiasm/consent is ambiguous

He doesn’t care about your delicate sensibilities or noble background, he’s here to bring your Empire down and your weak men to their knees. It’s about time someone burned Rome to the ground; no amount of foreign perfume can cover the smell of shit in these streets…

But he won’t say no to gold or jewels, they might some day decorate his future wife's neck and wrists perhaps. Neither will he ride homeward without a slave to keep him warm. He hasn’t had a woman in months, the only thing closest to a cunt has been his calloused fist and he’s grown tired of that, nothing can compare with the real deal so a soft little female is exactly what he needs to keep him company when he and his warriors return North.

Your options are either freezing to death or crawling inside this giant’s cloak when he holds it open for you come nightfall, the voyage to Germania bringing with it the first snow and cold winds straight from Hades. You have no option but to go to this man for some body heat, the low rumble in his chest resembling the pleased purr of some untamed beast as he envelops you in wool and a hungry embrace.

He never speaks to you, only talks with his hands that roam all over your body as you cling to him with clattering teeth. Examining the wideness of your hips, the plumpness of your ass and tits, he serves himself a handful and some pinches as if he’s sampling fruit at the marketplace. Rubs your nipples between the pad of his thumb and pointer until you flinch from pain, mutters something pleased when he sees your skittish reaction. He won’t allow you to pull away however, not when you’re finally here, so back to his arms you go as he crushes you against his chest.

He’s amused at your attempts to both huddle closer and squirm away: why are you being so difficult when clearly, you want this too?

He saw how you looked at him back there when he was drenched in blood, that’s the reason he chose you. You’re sweeter than an apple, didn’t even scream when he swept your hair from your face to have a better look at you, you only eyed him with challenge when he inspected your lips, waistline and hips. A scared female would have avoided his eyes and begged not to be killed or worse, but you only lifted your chin and spat on his face, practically begging to get fucked…

And now you’re acting like you don’t want his cock while at the same time, you continue to stare at him like a deer in heat. If you don’t want him to fuck you then you should stop making him hard, but in truth König is only glad that he chose you out of all women. The ride back home won’t be dull with a fiery fox woman like you, he has to be careful that he doesn’t get bitten and bruised… How his men would laugh in the morning if they found out that the vixen he stole has made him hers, little teeth marks decorating his skin and betraying everyone your claim.

He would only be proud of you if you did that; women are quite adorable when they have some fire in them. But make no mistake, he won’t let you go no matter how hard you act like you hate him… Everyone here knows you want to jump on his cock; had he decided to inspect your pussy too while covered in your husband’s blood, he could’ve bet all his fortune along with his horse that you were already wet for him.

He could take you right now on this cold, hard ground, try to see how long it takes to make you wet and pliant. The only thing really keeping him from doing so are his men, no doubt wanting to see how a Roman lady takes their giant leader's cock. But he’s not going to give them the satisfaction of seeing you naked, let alone watching him fuck you, he'd have to kill them all afterwards...

So he settles for making his naughty little slave warm, and both of you a little breathless. He can find a more discreet place for you tomorrow, order a break or two to ease the heaviness of his sacks, the aching hard ons he’s had ever since he saw you. He has to be careful not to break you, and remember to kiss you on your neck, he heard that that’s the key to make women wet and willing.

You seem so fragile and frail when you fall asleep, finally surrendering to him, your body yielding and molding against his. In the morning, you whimper sweetly when he squeezes your now warm, plush body, and plants kisses on your face, your neck. You have no idea that the warriors are already mocking him for “making you wait so long”, that he has listened to stupid jokes all morning with you securely tucked inside his cloak. You bite him when he tries to come too close, all the brutes around you burst to laughter as he howls from pain.

Not feeling at all sorry for him when he rubs his neck and looks at you with drowsy curiosity, you rise and spit again on the ground as if you had just tasted something vile. He can’t stifle his smile then, your idea of foreplay is much more fun than what he had in mind…

And you aren’t flung over his horse, but actually get to ride it with him, the arm around your middle like iron as he keeps you as close to him as possible. You don’t know that he’s reluctant to take an unwilling woman, and that this preference makes him the laughing stock of the group. Neither do you know that König has already pictured you inside his hut, baking bread and scolding children like the firebrand that you are, giving him a naughty little wrestle and a fistfight every night before bed... Shuddering from want like you do now on his horse as he exposes your breasts to the approaching winter.

You are about to faint as tiny snowflakes land on your nipples, melting instantly as this man starts to fondle your tits. Slumping against his blazing form, you can do nothing but accept your fate as the horse keeps walking and the men around you shout and whistle at the sight of your breasts. The rough barks of your captor quickly end their excitement upon seeing your exposed tits, the whistles stop and the men turn their eyes quickly away from you.

The man behind you is now perfectly content, riding in the crisp morning air while pawing your breast with one hand and holding the reins with the other, his groin grinding against you with the movements of the horse, making it clear that he might soon stop this torture altogether and take you to the nearby woods for a quick fuck…

#barbarian!könig #dark content #spoils of war #historical au #tw: slavery #tw: dark themes #cw: dark content

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silentstyx · 6 months ago

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hello!! I saw that you wanted some percy req and I’ve been dying to read more so, may I request percy x reader fluff of reader suprising him with a visit (since they live away) on christmas please?

I'll Be Home For Christmas

tw! neck kisses. percy threatens to shove his tongue down your throat guys. his pretty girl is sorta mean guys!!

guys i hate the colors for the title. but oh well! also i could like only true think of this as hc's idk sorry chat 😖

uh i was eepy when i wrote this and completely strayed but i still like this but yeah, nothing like the req and im super sorry!!! im slow!

ugh logan lerman is so UGH.

okay so like we all know that you can leave for your family during holidays.

you didn't really have anywhere to go so you planned to stay while your boyfriend, percy, went to his mothers house.

you've met his mom already, she loved you, and you've been to his house.

as you were sitting on the bed in the poseidon cabin as he packed, he got out another suitcase in your favorite color!!!

"ya wanna come home with me for christmas, pretty?" he said with a small smile. he was very obviously a *tad* nervy.

you smiled at his stupid nervous attitude, " 'course i will, stupid." you say as you hug him.

he hugs you back, wrapping his arms around the small of your back and putting his face in your neck, mumbling " 'm not stupid..."

ugh sally is so ecstatic to have you over (she loves you so so much guys. more than percy does.)

decorating blue cookies by making snow flakes on them.

decorating the christmas tree blue with them!!

my fav blue fanatics guys!!

idk if you find out how to make blue hot chocolate percy's gonna shove his tongue down your throat.

cuddles as you three watch stupid cheesy christmas movies.

perseus makes you a burr basket with a bunch of cute christmas stuff!!! (candle with like a peppermint scent, gingerbread cookies, blanket, slippers, beanie, stuffie, etc.)

i like lwk think he gets super cold super fast so if its like below 65 degrees he's shivering. SHIVERING.

guys he constantly talks about missing summer.

omg he picks you up (like in the pic) to put the star on the tree !!

sally lets yall sleep in the same room and bed with the exception the door stays open.

when he gets 'cold' while sleeping in his room he cuddles up to you, crushing you, then starts kissing your neck ??

he inches closer to you, more and more weight being pressed onto your shoulder. "perce? baby, you're crushin me." you mumbled to him.

he doesn't respond and he instead gets closer, wrappin his arms 'round your neck, he starts to shiver and pulls more blankets on the both of you. he mumbles into your neck, "ugh, pretty, 'm so freezin' . its like -1000 degrees in here. someone tell persephone to come back or demeter to calm down."

you snicker at his little ramble about being chilly, "i completely agree. we're all furious with hades right now."

he nods before he starts kissing your neck.

"how does this help with you stay warm, my love?" you giggle as you speak.

"keeps ya super warm and relaxed..." he mumbled against your skin before continuing his assault on your neck.

he bought you like 20 things for christmas. all stuff you wanted but didn't tell him.

you're almost certain annabeth and sally listened to what you said and he just asked them what you wanted.

either way you love all your stuff and whatever you gift him he loves.

"but you're my favorite present this year"

anyways, highly recommended to be dating perseus jackson during christmas !!

©️ silentstyx please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my work with out my permission.

#percy jackson #sally jackson #annabeth chase #percy jackson x reader #reader x percy jackson #fem reader #sally jackson x reader #annabeth chase x reader #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus x reader #reader x heroes of olympus #HoO x reader #reader x HoO #perseus jackson #perseus jackson x reader #guys my dad ordered me the books heheheh #kate unfiltered . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁#kate writes 𓂃🖊

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 8 months ago

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26. Dom/Sub- Hades

Minors DNI

-You stared up at Hades, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, pleading with your eyes for him to keep going which made a smirk lift to his lips, seeing this, “What is it my dear? What do you want?”

-You whined out, hearing his voice, your head tilting back as you couldn’t do much of anything else, as he had you bound, your hands and knees tied together, keeping you open to his greedy eyes.

-You let out a wail as he slapped the most sensitive area of your body, giving you just a bit of pain but it did nothing but make your back arch, “Use your words Y/N- you know the rules.”

-You loved it when Hades got like this, he was a king and used to being in charge, but this was something unique for him, a way to be in charge but in a more enjoyable way as you whined out, “Please- please I want more!”

-Your eyes crossed as he gave you another slap, your juices coating his hand as you choked on your cry, “Please what?” you whined out, your tears slipping out, feeling so good, “Please daddy!!”

-He chuckled, leaning over to peck your cheek softly, pleased with your answer, “Good (girl/boy)- you’re doing so well for me. You’re doing better at remembering your rules.”

-You looked up at him, bliss in your eyes, “Daddy~~” he smirked down at you, loving to see you in such a state as he moved, lining his cock up with your twitching hole before slipping in easily.

-You moaned out, your back arching as he gripped you, thrusting himself deep within you as you cried out in pleasure, feeling so good.

-Hades felt you squeezing him, and he gripped your thighs, “Do you wanna cum Y/N? Be good and beg~” your voice hitched in your throat, catching as you tried to plead, but his thrusts were so hard, driving your thoughts out of your mind.

-He slapped your core again, scolding you, “Use your words, Y/N.” hearing his tone made your eyes cross, he sounded so cross with you, but you couldn’t help but moan out, writhing against him, squeezing harder as you felt your peak quickly coming.

-Hades slapped you again and he wasn’t expecting you to gush around him, squirting as you came hard, unable to control it. He glared slightly, going to scold you, only to freeze, seeing you came so hard you passed out.

-Ignoring his pleasure he quickly pulled out and untied you, watching your thighs shake from the aftershocks as he cleaned you up.

-You came to about ten minutes later, feeling sore and so drained as you whined out, not sure what had happened and Hades, who was cleaned up himself, getting some water, slid into bed, pulling you into his arms, peppering your face with soft kisses, praising you how well you did.

-Your confusion was well deserved, since you had fainted, but you looked so cute like this, bringing a smile to his face as you basked in his affections, wrapping your arms around his neck, “So good daddy~”

-He smiled, hearing your own praise back, kissing you softly before he made you drink some water before cuddling with him, basking in the afterglow of your fun time together.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror hades #kinktober

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bagerfluff · 1 year ago

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Sleepy Cuddles

Nico di Angelo x Male Half-Blood Reader

Prompt - Tired

“Nico. You need to go to sleep”.

You said through gritted teeth. This was the tenth time you’ve tried to convince Nico to sleep or at least take a nap. He had been doing something away from camp for the past three months.

When he got back to camp he looked like death, more than he already did. He kept leaning when he walked, he had slurred speech, and his eyes were always half closed.

Nico needed a nap.

But he kept insisting that he was fine. That he just needed to grab something from his cabin then he could leave. You had no idea what Nico was doing, Nico rarely told you what he did on these outings.

But it wasn’t so important that Nico could miss out on sleep. So you, as Nico's boyfriend, made it your mission to get Nico to sleep. That was easier said than done.

You were currently standing in front of the door of the Hades Cabin. You and Nico were inside and Nico was trying to get out. You had followed Nico into his cabin.

You thought he was going to take a nap. You had initially wanted to hang out with Nico. But you were fine with cuddling with Nico. Nico had gotten more open to physical affection over the years. But when you asked Nico what he was doing here he told you his real intent.

You couldn’t let that pass.

Nico didn’t rest. So that’s why you were standing in front of the door. Blocking Nico from getting out and you were only going to move when Nico agreed to sleep.

But Nico was stubborn.

“I can’t Y/n”, Nico yawned, “I have to do this”. Nico leaned sideways and you put a foot forward, ready to catch Nico if he fell. Nico caught himself and he blinked his eyes.

“No Nico. Whatever you are doing it isn’t more important than your health”, you tried to reason with Nico but you were getting angry. Nico needed to value his health and mental well being more than these weird quests.

“How would you know that?” Nico asked in between swaying like a tree in the wind. Nico’s eyes were glaring at you. You were getting madder but you took a deep breath to calm yourself.

You didn’t need to get mad at Nico, that wouldn’t help. But you were worried for him. Nico pushed himself too much and you felt useless. You felt like you needed to tell him to stop more, help him realize when he needs to stop and take a break.

“I would know if you tell me, but you don’t need to. Nothing is more important when it comes to your health. Now please go to sleep or at least take a nap”, you started begging at this point.

Seeing Nico like this made you sad.

Nico looked so tired, like he wanted to listen to you but he stopped himself from doing so. Nico’s brows furrowed and his eyes looked clouded.

Nico was getting more tired and he was thinking over what you said. “I’ll just shadow travel out”, Nico said and that made your blood boil. Nico must really be tried.

Even though Nico had a problem with ignoring his health, even he knew that shadow traveling like this might kill him or land him in a dangerous place.

“No”, you said sternly with a glare of your own. You reached out to grab Nico’s arm. When you grabbed it Nico lost his footing and fell. You were able to catch in so now Nico was leaning against your chest with his head on your shoulder.

You felt Nico relax in your arms. You smiled at the sight. Even though Nico can be quite stubborn, he was cute. Nico started mumbling something in your shoulder while you reached up and started to run your hand through his hair.

“Come one, let's get you to bed”, you stated in a hushed tone. “Mhmm” “Lets go, angel”, you responded to Nico’s tired talk and lifted him up so you could carry him to the bed. Nico lazily wrapped his arms around your shoulder and legs around your waist.

You smiled at that too. Despite what people think, Nico could be really cuddly. You slowly walked over to the bed and sat down on it. Nico was basically fully asleep now so he didn’t say or do much as you tucked him into bed.

You made sure to remove his shoes, rings, and jacket before pulling the blanket over him. You didn’t want to change Nico’s clothes since that might wake him up.

Nico moved around for a bit before settling again. You smiled and out peaceful Nico looked right now. He already started to look better. Once Nico woke up you would talk to him about getting enough sleep and you would ask him what he was doing anyway.

You moved his hair out of the way and kissed Nico’s forehead, “Goodnight Neeks”, you said quietly before moving to walk away. But you felt something grab your wrist. You turned around with furrowed brows before relaxing at the sight.

Nico was looking at you with lidded eyes and he yawned before speaking. “Stay please”, Nico said it so quietly that you almost didn’t hear him. You moved back to the bed and slowly got in it next to Nico.

“I’ll never leave you”, you whispered as Nico turned around and wrapped his arms around your chest. Nico quickly dozed off and was back to sleeping in no time. You brought a hand up to Nico's hair and started to run your hand though it.

Your other hand went to wrap around Nico’s waist and started rubbing circles on it with your thumb. You had stuff to do but you would stay with Nico if it meant he would sleep. It was peaceful just being in the Hades Cabin. Nothing to worry about.

Just you and Nico.

You would do anything to keep it like this.

#lgbtq #nico di angelo #nico di angelo x male reader #nico di angelo x reader #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x male reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians #heros of olympus x reader #heros of olympus #pjo hoo toa #pjo tv show #pjo fandom #pjo series #male reader #male reader imagines

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inkuinky · 3 months ago

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Nico Di Angelo was staring at the lake, feeling the cold breeze on top of the picnic mat when Will Solace came to him, all running and sweaty. “Nico! sorry I’m late, the infirmary was suddenly having shifts change, so I was healing another child from the burn of the lava, and when my shift ends, I immediately went straight—well not straight since i swing both ways but you know what I mean, darling—to get our notebooks and—” and Nico smiles, Will immediately went quiet and full grinning at the sight of his two-years commiting, beautiful, breathtaking boyfriend. yes, this is their two years anniversary.

“It’s okay, you dork. I knew there was shifts change so I went here instead. the weather was calming anyway and it doesn’t bother me. how are you feeling, Solace?” sweet apollo, he’s beautiful. how did Will get to deserve him?

“fine, but better since I now see my beautiful boyfriend in front of me.” Nico chuckles as Will sat down beside him, putting the two journals—black and yellow—beside the picnic basket. “you sappy dork, seriously cheesy? this early?” Will kiss his boyfriend’s cheek as an answer. “it’s never too early to compliment my lover.” then there was the comfortable silence, as if there were words that cannot be spoken but enough to tell how in love they are. how comfortable they are with eachother’s presence.

it’s been one year since the tartarus visit. since they help Bob the Titan escape and be free. since they both had Cocoa Puffs to take care as they scatter around like blobs. they have been dating for two years. two years. how crazy is that? they sure has a lot of talk after that, hell they even cuddled in peace after that. ‘cause no matter what, a tartarus visit or even a daily life in Camp Half-Blood, they know they can face it as long they’re together. they may not Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase, but they have eachother, and it’s enough.

“so, who’s journal are we going to read first?” Will finally open voice, despite the comfort he found in his partner’s present.

“yours.”

“boooo~ no, you first.”

“why do I even argue?”

“because you love me.”

“do I?” Nico’s answer was an immediate whine from Will.

“oh please you’re being dramatic! hurry up if you want to read mine, or I’m going to read yours—“ Nico was already reaching for the yellow journal when Will immediately snatched the black journal and reads it out loud.

“ 1, Fall. you wrote seasons in your journals too?” Nico groans as he just let Will rests his head atop of his lap, stroking the soft, blonde curls. “sweet hades, just read it already!” Will grins wider as he catch the glimpse of Nico’s reddening ears. beautiful. of course he’s beautiful, it’s the Nico Di Angelo after all. Angel is his name.

“ Will Solace told me (us actually ). to have this journal thing going on. said that it was apart of healing from the journey. so here I am.

I’m bad with words actually— that’s a lie! those poetry? Nico, you’re under-grading yourself!” Nico rolled his eyes at this sentences and mutter a soft “continue reading it. you’re embarassing me, Solace.”

“but since I have Solace in front of me, smiling as he write his own journal, I will try. It’s crazy, really, whatever he can do to me with only such smile in beautifully carved face of his.

he has a really bushy blonde curls, which are very soft if you stroke your hands across. his shampoo smells both mint and daisy, I hate to admit how I love the smell of his. the mixture of mint, daisy and herbs with faint traces of infirmary alcohol and medical supplies. he’s Will Solace after all. I often wonder how come he always look majestically ethereal in everyway whatsoever. he’s so full of life, just like persephone’s garden, he is full of life, no matter how death is around him.

if you’re wondering, I just got back from tartarus. that place which I worry so much how it affects my boyfriend. I’m just happy he’s recovering with me, but I often feel like I’m dragging him so much into my mess. but he always assure me that he volunteers himself into these ‘mess’ so I guess, he’s my everything. my warmth and home.

this morning, he woke me up and asked me to go on a picnic date. he had this beaming laugh and was glowing from the morning sunlight.

why does he have to be so beautiful all the time?

ugh I hate him. (“no you don’t!”) anyway, he then took out two notebooks, one in golden yellow—which is his—and black—which is mine, and it is you. he explained his whole plan to have these journal as a therapy as he keep fidgeting on his gold chain nervously. I found him both adorable and concerning. despite the morning and how I look like shit, he’s attractive in the most incredible way. I wonder if he’s using his glow power at that point, because he looks absolutely stunning.

“Nico, would you fill the journal for me? and then we can read it in our next anniversary—oh! and happy one year anniversary! I apologize that I’m late to say this to you because of this tartarus things going on. and I know we’ve talked a lot. like, a lot. but I can’t help that I love talking!” but I just want to say how happy I am to be with you and how I adore you. I love being your ‘significant annoyance’ and if I may, I’d love to grow old with you. you can always talk to me, you know? I’m your boyfriend—one year at that! how exciting!!

you deserve to be loved and I’m proud of you for staying this far. your life has been pretty hard and no, you don’t deserve all those bad things which happened to you. I’m here, and always going to be. I’m here and Will—great pun? I’m sorry—trust you and accept your darkness. tell me more about you—if you are comfortable with that. tell me how I can love you right. tell me because I don’t want you to feel like I’m ‘fixing’ you. all I want is to take care of you, sweetheart. my grumpy ball of darkness. I don’t want to—“ and then I shut him up with a kiss.

he tasted like the golden oreos he just ate. he’s warm, as always. he’s beautiful, and he’s mine.

“being sappy in this morning, Solace? happy anniversary too, you dork. I’m sorry that I can’t speak the way you just throw up the words, but trust me, I love you too.”

he’s all red and I laugh. how easy I laugh when it comes to him? and he laugh to. oh sweet hades, he laugh. and the sound made my stomach feel like a thousand skeletal butterflies. I really have to thank Naomi Solace for giving birth to such fine young man in front of me.

is this what love and happiness feel like? it feels foreign, yet strangely, I crave for more. Hades had told me to be happy, and I’ve let go of Bianca and Mother’s death. life has been pretty hard, and knowing you’re a demigod will never be easy, but with Will. I feel like everything’s possible.

I feel extra sappy, but what do I do to deserve such solace in front of me?”

“and all of this is just the first page? sweet apollo, you’re amazing!” Will’s eyes brightens as he gaze upon his partner. flustered and tinted red on his skin from ear to ear. “until you see where I’m being dramatic on our fight that one time”

“ugh that one serious fight, we had a terrible miscommunication back there. I love you, you know that?” Nico smiled, faintly. “I wonder how dramatic you are in your journal, Solace.” “definitely not every page, but that one fight journal was in tears.”

“oh you dork. now come on, let’s eat from the basket. how was cecil’s injury?” Nico caresses Will cheek.

“let me tell you how the little girl from aphrodite cabin fell in the sword training.”

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2nd2ndalto · 10 months ago

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Adventures in Babysitting

Will comes home to discover an unexpected babysitter in his house.

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(This work is an outtake from Fall Down With You, but you certainly don't need to read one to understand the other)

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Will drags his feet up the steps to his front door, fumbling and nearly dropping his keys. He’s been at the hospital for so many hours he hasn’t even seen sunlight today. He misses it almost as much as he misses his husband and their infant daughter.

When Will last saw Nico, his husband had looked dead on his feet, eyes more shadowed than Will’s ever seen them, valiantly using the last of his wits and energy to shush and rock and bounce a screaming baby. Nico had still managed a half-smile as Will kissed them both goodbye.

Will’s mom likes to say that Nora has her days and nights mixed up, but Will’s not convinced the baby has any concept of time at all, her naps no more than a long blink and her night sleeps interrupted repeatedly for bottles and cuddles and diaper changes and seemingly random, ear-splitting screaming.

The two of them had decided this was the best plan, when they brought Nora into their lives – that Will would continue with his residency and Nico would take a year’s leave from his post-grad studies. It had seemed so sensible at the time, when it was just the two of them, discussing it all with level heads and eight hours’ sleep every night. Now it feels ridiculous that they ever thought this would be easy.

Nico’s bearing the brunt of it, of course. But then there’s the perpetual ache in Will’s chest that comes from knowing he’s physically unable to help as much as he wants to. And besides that, a fourteen-hour shift seems like an interminable amount of time in the life of someone who’s less than 100 days old.

“She smiled,” Nico had told Will one day last week, ecstatic. And Will had been thrilled, of course, but then he’d promptly burst into tears because gods, he’s just missing so much. Nico had held tight to Will with one arm, Nora in the other, all three of them in tears as Nico tried to reassure Will that this was only the first of many smiles.

Finally managing to turn the key in the lock, Will steps inside, pulling the door shut behind him and lowering his backpack to the floor. The house is blessedly quiet, and he takes a moment to lean against the closed door, eyes falling shut. A moment later he feels himself wobble, head bobbing. He should probably find a horizontal surface before passing out. Toeing off his shoes, he makes his way quietly into the living room. There’s no telling where or when there might be a sleeping baby these days, and they’ve learned very quickly to never, ever disturb one of those.

“Good evening, William,” intones a deep voice.

Will nearly jumps out of his skin. He turns to see his father-in-law - the Lord of the Underworld seated in the glider chair, lit somewhat ominously from the lamp above, their eight-week-old daughter nestled in his arms.

Will clutches at his chest. “Jesus! I mean – Hades! Um – sir.”

Hades rolls his eyes. It reminds Will so much of Nico that he almost laughs. Would have, probably, if he weren't deathly afraid of waking the sleeping child in Hades’ arms.

“There’s no need to call me sir, William. You may call me by my name. As we have previously discussed.”

“Sorry, sir – Hades.”

Will definitely hadn't been expecting company, and he’s suddenly painfully aware of his own disheveled appearance, not to mention the dishes in the sink, the unvacuumed carpet and the coffee table strewn with various baby accessories. He restrains himself from starting to tidy.

“What – um – what are you doing here?” Will stammers. “I mean, not that I’m not pleased to see you, but –”

“My son is sleeping."

Will feels his eyes go wide. “Just – just like a regular sleep though, right? Not, like –”

Hades’ expression softens, marginally. “Yes. He is slumbering. In your – um. Bedroom.”

“And you – you’re –”

“I am babysitting, William.”

“Oh. Wh-why?” Will’s voice comes out higher than he planned.

They gaze at each other for a long moment. Will's so exhausted he wonders if he might be hallucinating this entire encounter.

Hades clears his throat. “My son was badly in need of rest. I believe he prayed to me in a moment of weakness. But I was only too pleased to be summoned to spend some quality time with my granddaughter.”

Will blinks, his tired brain still struggling to make sense of the scene before him. Nora’s dark head is nestled into the crook of Hades’ shoulder, her pudgy cheek squashed against the faces of the damned undulating within his robes. It doesn’t seem conducive to sleeping. But then again, she is a granddaughter of the Underworld.

“Well, um. Thank you,” Will says. “I can take her now though, sir. Hades.” He takes a step towards the god cradling his infant daughter, but Hades shifts the baby, holding her closer.

“You will not.”

“I – won’t?”

“My son tells me you worked many hours at the hospital today. Is this accurate?”

“Well. Yes. Fourteen hours,” Will admits. Honestly, if he hadn’t been confronted by his father-in-law in his living room, there’s probably no way he’d still be upright. His feet and back ache, eyes burning with tiredness.

Hades studies him for a moment. “Sleep, William.”

Will spares a longing glance towards the bedroom. “Really? Are you – are you sure you don’t mind?”

“I do not mind. I intend to stay and offer my assistance until Wednesday morning, at which point your father will arrive.”

Will blinks. “My father? As in… Apollo?”

Hades inclines his head. “Indeed. It is high time that we gods became more involved with our earthly relations. Now, go to bed.”

Will showers first, quickly, just enough to feel he’s gotten rid of the lingering hospital smells. As he pads down the hall, he swears he hears a low, mournful voice singing in the living room. He shakes his head in disbelief.

Will quietly lets himself into the bedroom, heart swelling as he catches sight of his husband, buried in blankets, only a familiar mop of dark hair visible. He climbs into bed as quietly as he can, but Nico stirs when Will nudges close to him. He smells a bit like sweat and sour milk.

“Oh good, now I can sleep properly,” Nico mumbles, snuggling closer to wrap himself around Will. He sighs contentedly, head tucked under Will’s chin, tangling their legs. “How was your day?” The words are hot against Will’s chest.

“It was awful. Nico – your dad is here,” Will whispers, still not entirely sure he didn’t imagine it.

Nico lets out a giggle. He pulls back to gaze at Will, looking a bit guilty.

"The last two days have been a nightmare – I was just so desperate for Nora to sleep. I accidentally prayed to my dad, and he showed up."

Will makes a soft sound of sympathy, brushing the hair off his husband's forehead. "I'm so sorry I wasn’t here. Does he like… does he know what to... do?”

Nico shrugs. "He had her fast asleep within five minutes of getting here. Said he used to do the same thing with me."

"That’s actually kind of sweet," Will says, letting out a laugh of the ridiculousness of the situation. "Do you think he’s using some kind of Underworld magic on her?"

"At this point I kind of don’t care," Nico admits.

"You didn’t try to send her to the Underworld the old-fashioned way, did you?" Will teases.

"I mean. She is kind of a monster."

Will laughs, pulling his husband back into his chest.

"I just… I love her so much, Will," Nico mumbles, suddenly sounding tearful. "I’d lay down my life for her without a second thought. But I – I also just want things to be normal again. I want to sleep in bed with you all night. I want to eat a whole meal without anyone screaming at me."

Will hums in agreement, stroking Nico's hair.

“This is so hard," Nico whispers.

“I know, love. Why didn’t you call me?"

“What were you going to do? It’s not like you could leave work. I know how busy things have been there for you lately. I didn’t want to give you another thing to worry about.”

Will sighs. "It has to get better eventually, right?" he murmurs. "I mean... people keep on having babies. Some people even have lots of them."

"Yeah," Nico whispers.

Percy had told them as much, when he and Annabeth had come to visit last week. Will had tried to ignore the haunted look in Percy’s eyes.

"Anyway," Nico continues, sounding incredulous, "my dad said he was proud of me for asking for help. And now he's got like, a whole lineup of babysitters planned."

Will giggles. "That should be entertaining, at least," he says, trying to imagine his own father calming their screaming daughter.

"One day at a time, right?" Nico asks, already sounding half-asleep.

"Yeah," Will breathes. He's already planning on getting to work late tomorrow, determined to cuddle his sleeping husband as long as possible. "Hey. I'm proud of you for asking for help too," he says into Nico’s hair.

"It's good practice. For both of us. We can do this, right? We can... parent better than we were parented?” Nico mumbles. His words are sleepy and slurred, and Will squeezes him tighter.

“I hope so. It's got to help that we want to, right?”

Nico mumbles something unintelligible, melting into Will, heavy and warm. He presses his nose into Will’s chest, the same way Nora does when Will wears her in the BabyBjorn.

Will relaxes into his husband's embrace, willing himself not to respond to Nora's every peep and sigh in sleep the way his brain has already become accustomed to. Someone else is in charge, for the moment.

Everything is okay.

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Notes:

1. Thanks ever so much to @anything-thats-rock-and-roll for the beta!! 2. When I was a brand new mom, I had a fantasy that ~something would happen to me - not something terrible, but an accident or injury that would put me in the hospital for a few nights so I could GET SOME SLEEP. It didn't happen. I still survived. :) But man, non-sleeping babies are the absolute worst.

#nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #fluff #humour #parenthood #hades #rated g

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repairgirl · 1 year ago

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Can you do a valgrace fic?

added to the request masterlist! let me actually use this as an opportunity to show current requests...

REQUEST MASTERLIST

leo

anon: Literally any Leo x reader adventure please

anon: Any type of adventure but one of them is in alot of danger/trouble and there’s a big fluff moment somewhere

anon: I have an idea !! A Leo Valdez x reader with these words : angst, closer, cuddles and ANGST !!!

anon: a leo x reader where they keep bickering on a rivals level and then get caught making out by one of leos friends or something 😅

jason

anon: can we get a Jason grace x daughter of hades reader???

anon: idk if you just do leo but maybe a jason x half sister reader?? just her being polar opposites to jason and thalia, who are more serious but she's like zeus in his earlier days (flirty and just chaotic)

anon: Can you do a valgrace fic?

will

iva4124: Heey, can I get Will x fem reader in which y/n is part of the seven group, but is also good friend with Will and likes him so the seven invite Will to their movie night or something in order to get them together? Thank you and sorry if it's too specific.

solangelo

anon: could i request a poly!solangelo x child of poseiden!reader? where reader was born with the ability to transform into a merperson whenever they want, and just has a bunch of jewellery cause they get spoiled with it by their fishy relatives, so reader is just always adorned with jewellery, so when solangelo and reader got together they just started to spoil them with a bunch of jewellery, and its just like how they got together and reader spoiling them with jewellery? sorry if its too long!!!

stolls

anon: Loved the stoll x sibling!reader! Since i hate life i guess (/j) and love angst, what would their reactions be to losing the reader/reader dying in battle (but at some point reader comes back) ? Love if you could write that !!

misc

anon: Reader x platonic pjo characters? I was wondering if you would do what some of the pjo characterss would say if you showed up at their place with bruises from your bf/gf or parent. If you need more specifics then they knew that you had a toxic household but they didn't know you would get hurt and they are either mad or dissapointed or even sad because they didn't see it sooner. Just some fluffy hugs and it's okays. If you feel better writing creatively then ignore what I said. And if it makes you uncomfortable pls don't do it.

#lena speaks #taglist #requests #leo valdez x reader #solangelo #will solace #will solace x reader #valgrace #jason grace x reader

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gildeddlily · 1 year ago

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EPISODE 7!!!!!

(spoilers ofc)

-"son of poseidon and murderer of travelers" *silly elevator music*

-"our parents make it so hard, stretching us and twisting us and" and I didn't know I could empathize with him of all people but again this show is something else!!! aaaand he's dead!!!

-THEY DIDN'T KILL HIM WHAT

-the french national anthem?

-SALLY AND KID PERCY

-the underworld is so cool like what

-LITTLE PERCY NOT GETTING THE REFERENCE AND THEN ANNABETH NOT GETTING THE SAME REFERENCE EITHER

-i hope they're don't cut the "I want an higher salary" scene

-SILLY MUSIC AGAIN???? THAT'S THE FUCKING HADES

-"you're not dead" "I mean *shrug" we're all dying🥰🥰"

-"you can buy a new whistle" PERCY

-they cut the "I want an higher salary to buy expensive italian suits" scene💔

-MY DARLING CERBERUS IS HERE oh my fucking god he's so cool what is this

-he just wants cuddles!!!!! and he almost ate Grover BUT HE JUST WANTS CUDDLES

-HADES I'M ABOUT TO SEE MY MAN I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE MY MAN grover what do you mean you lost the pearl WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S IN THE DOG

-"you're not getting left behind... period 😘"

-IS HE TRYING TO SACRIFICE HIMSELF AGAIN

-what is this WHO ARE THESE QUEENS regrets? I'm smelling angst

-annabeth angst? again? more? leave her alone

-NOW SHE'S TRYING TO SACRIFICE HERSELF

-19 minutes is that bastard kronos ab to show up?? I don't want him to!!!

-knonos' pit and Grover almost falling in it? that was fucking scary (the way they adapted it? perfect)

-THE BOLT? NOW?

-"zeus is just gonna have to wait" i couldn't possibly explain just how much I love Grover

-little percy is making me cry. like genuinely cry. "why are you trying so hard to get rid of me? I would never do this to you" SHE ISN'T DARLING PLEASE how the hell can this boy make cry every two minutes

-minute 24, going crazy 😊🔥

(made a downtown abbey pause!!!) (like three hours) (here again!!!)

-IM ABOUT TO SEE MY MAN

-HERE HE IS

-why is he so silly

-i thought it was Persephone bc of the heels 😭

-"uh?" IM CRYING

-his reaction at kronos' name- won't say anything else- his daddy issues and eyebrows are what made it for me

-"I'll protect you, you and your mother. and the goat" come on dude

-what is sally doing I'm sorry IS THIS POSEIDON

-this is actually heartbreaking. sally asking him if he wants to see Percy and then quiet and then fucking thunder. and the way he said "you're his mother" knowing that his fucked up dna will never compare to what sally gave percy- everything she had and I just can't. I can't. loved the way they wrote them. i hate you rick but you're a good writer

-ARES I LOVE YOU BUT PLEASE

#pjo #percy jackson spoilers #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson tv show #sally jackson #live reaction #hades pjo #poseidon pjo

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devilstaste · 1 year ago

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long list of plots i need for specific muses. i'm available to write them here or on dscrd. if you're interested, please shoot me a message with which one(s) you're down for and we can jump straight into plotting. most of these will contain s.mut or adult themes so be warned.

all of these will be mxf unless otherwise stated!

ELRAN ( demon of l.ust. b.oyd h.olbrook fc )

you know when someone offers up their first born to a demon in exchange for something they want/need? well, your muse's parent(s) did that 18+ years ago and now the bill has come due. do they go willingly for their parent(s) sake and live a life of sin servitude to a demon? do they put up a fight and try and find a way to outrun him but of of course elran always finds them in the end? or do they make a new deal - your muse has to do something for him in exchange for their own freedom?

'a new nun is s.educed by a demon, under the guise of an ex-convict seeking salvation.' ( i can't find the original post )

'crying over the fact i’m not a demon king sitting on a throne with gnarled horns and black eyes with a pretty little pet perched in my lap that is so soft and cute while i absentmindedly run my claws through their hair' ( from this post )

EMMETT ( android. a.aron t.aylor j.ohnson fc )

some kind of forbidden human x android romance. i'm down for this being where humans are superior and robots are just considered "property". or it can be in reverse where robots have taken over and are the dominant species and they keep humans either as "pets" or prisoners/workers/experiments.

a highly futuristic world where robots have long been around and owned but have only very recently been granted legal rights. since they are finally allowed to be free and live how they please, emmett moves to a diverse metropolis to start a new life and somehow ends up meeting your muse ( a human, a fellow android, something else! ) we can make it a really cute romance or make it something that spirals much darker if you're game.

'imagine your robot partner who doesn’t have a heart discovering yours and becoming obsessed. they want to cuddle with their head on your chest and just listen at every available chance. it starts as a curiosity and a comfort but quickly develops into a k.ink for them. they love the way your heart pounds when they f.uck you and it makes them c.um so hard.' ( from this post )

'robots that could break you, but don’t. they’re so strong, their gaze pierces, and their personality matches the stereotype; but not when they’re around you. around you, they become soft, voice devoid but vocabulary shifted. they’re so gentle, every precise move calculated to mind your fragile organs and skin. and those eyes? they’re locked onto yours to read every microexpression not as a threat, but as a flirt.' ( from this post )

something like this???

HADES ( god. m.ads m.ikkelsen fc )

just give me a p.ersephone. anything welcome. modern, historical, fantasy, whatever!

KORIUS ( monster. l.ee p.ace fc )

'mmmmm thinking about being a spoiled little princess getting b.red in the throne room <3 thinking about a big strong warrior from a neighboring kingdom that has me riding them on the throne n begging them to c.um deep inside of me <3 thinking about being a satisfying little conquest to f.uck a baby into <3' ( from this post )

'the king of a warring nation offers his daughter’s hand in marriage to the individual that can defeat his enemy and bring him their head. a monster hears the decree and defeats the king’s rival.' ( i can't find the original post )

'was thinking of a prince/ss married off to the leader of a monster nation in order to end a war. cute little human being given away to repeatedly have their king’s monstrous heirs...' ( from this post )

MAGNUS ( vampire. b.ill s.karsgard fc ) or GETHIN ( vampire. d.ev p.atel fc )

'vampires who have loved and will love each other forever; made of the same master, born into darkness together and finding light in one another, fights that last centuries and gift of the blood of noble lords and celebrities as their anniversaries become centenaries.' ( from this post )

'vampires whose only masters are their human lovers; the sweet tang of blood hiding just underneath fragile human skin turning them to their lovers will, building a mountain of corpses from atop which their lover lords.' ( also from this post )

NATHANIEL ( werewolf. o.scar i.saac fc ) or ORION ( werewolf. t.heo j.ames fc )

'wish i could be a sacrifice to appease a beast that has been terrorising my village, except i quickly realise i’m not there to be eaten, but to be senselessly f.ucked and filled with it’s c.um.' ( from this post )

something based on the vibes from this.

werewolf x bunny girl situation 👀

VYDAR ( god of d.esire. y.ahya a.bdul m.ateen ii fc )

i know it says 'demon prince' but this could be very fun for a god instead.

this!!!

dynamics/plots based on infamous g.reek m.yth relationships!! we could even make it a fun mumu with our ocs

MISC ( available for any of my muses )

'g.lory h.ole bathroom in a monster club where you’re naked waiting to be f.ucked, not knowing if you’re going to get a c.ock, a tail or a tentacle' ( from this post )

this.

anything based on things from my plot inspo or ship inspo tag.

#indie kink rp #indie smut rp #post › plot.

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kellyjarofbees · 2 years ago

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Please don't hide from me.

Fluff , Cuddling, Witchers can purr , cute ofect of mutations

When Geralt hade invited jeaskir to acumpeny him to winter at Ker Morhen along with the rest of their family, he never expected to get a confusion of love to come from ither of them. Thay were in the library fighting about, well sumthing jeaskir doesn't really remember. But it's not important the important thing was that jeaskir in his highted emotions blurted out " BECAUSE I'VE BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU SINCE THE DAY WE MET!" he shouted angerly. " you're in love with me ? " Geralt asked eyes wide with hope.

One thing led to another and well here thay were. In Geralts room, naked and buried under blankets and furrs of what jeaskir can only assume used to be a bear. The only light in the room was coming from the fire place ceeping them warm as a blizzard raged out side. Geralt is half asleep resting his head on jeasker's chest. As jeaskir played with Geralts hair he smiled fondly at his beloved. In all there years of traveling he had never seen the witcher so relaxed. Then sumthing strang happened.

A low rumbling echoed through the room. Jeaskirs instinct was to look out the window, maybe thunder from the snow? He thought "no no it's definitely coming from inside the room, it almost sounds like ..." and then he relised what was happening. He glance down at the sleeping witcher on his chest. Geralt was purring? Oh gods he was definitely purring. Jeaskir's hart nearly skipped a beat he never even knew witchers culd purr. To think Geralt was so content and cufterble with him. Ho he loves this man so much it hurts.

He was disappointed when the sleeping witcher began to stir the purring stopped as Geralt lifted his head to look at jeaskir "what's rong?" He asked sleepily "what?" Jeaskir answered.

" you're hart beat increased so I'm just making shur your ok " jeaskir smiled and sweetly kissed him on the forehead

" im sorry love you were just so cute purring in your sleep I culdent help but fall even more in love with you. " he answered in a teasing voice.

Geralt sat up completely off jeaskir with a look of worry on his face. Jeaskir also sat up chasing him " wo wait Geralt what's rong? " he feros his brow and reaches out a concerned hand and grabbed Geralts running his thumb acros Geralts nukels in a southing motion. The witcher sighed and said "sorry it's just im normally much better at hiding it, the purring I mean." His eyes refused meet with jeaskir's.

"Oh Geralt it's nuthing to be embarrassed about, I quite liked it actually." Geralt finally looked at him. " you're not ... disgusted? " he asked.

Jeaskir gently cuped Geralts face and side "no dear hart who wuld ever find such an sweet thing disgusting? "

" it's happened before." He responded and oh that broke jeaskirs hart.

Jeaskir rested there forhads together " well I love your mutations" he said.

" jeask you don't have to "

" I love your eyes "

the poet continued cutting Geralt off.

" I love the way thay look like thay glow in the dark and the way your pupils go from slits to perfectly round when you look at me, like how you're looking at me now" he moves his hade to gently kissed the corner of Geralts eye's.

" you noticed that." Geralt said blushing with a small laugh.

"I love your hair" he continued kissing Geralts hair line.

" I love your fangs" jeaskir continued with a mischievous grin and kissed Geralts lips so gently it was unbearable.

" Geralt I love you and all of you and you're mutations so please " he rested there forhads together " don't hide from me."

"I won't anymore i promise " Geralt said softly

" I love you dear hart " jeaskir said as he kissed Geralt again deeper this time shivering as one of Geralts fangs scraped his tung. He giggles and pulled away from the kiss "seriously Geralt promise me you will never fiel thoughs down again." Geralt was the one softly giggling now "I love you to jask."

Jeaskir yawned

" come on love let's go back to sleep" Jeaskir said as he lay on his back. Geralt lay in the same position as before his head rested cufterblly on jeasker's chest. The last thing jeaskir remembers before falling asleep was the the low rumbling purrs of a content witcher.

#the witcher #the witcher all media #the wicher3 #the witcher show #geraskier #geralt of rivia #geralt x jaskier #jaskier

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The Descend and the Resurface

Damian Hart (Beyblade) x OC

Summary: oc comes from a complex background, and in the midst of trying to save it all and help her family she enters a strange arrangement, which will change her life forever.

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Tags: Beyblade, Beyblade Metal Masters, Julian Konzern, Jack, Damian, OC, Gingka Hagane, team Starbreaker, team Excalibur, dr. Ziggurat, Hades Inc., the Garcias

A/N: (ambience suggestion) this chapter will go along with the canon storyline, for this chapter watch Beyblade Metal Masters episode 96 if you like, it’s available on youtube! Other than that, this chapter and the previous were the ones I felt the most inspired creating, because I really wanted to provide more depth into this divide.

Hope you enjoy! :D

Chapter 20

After our return from the realm of desolation, I cleaned myself up while Damian changed into some more comfortable clothes. I checked my smart watch and saw the itinerary for tomorrow was, well, blank. This was confusing me because I knew the awards ceremony was tomorrow around noon, and Ziggurat also mentioned some demonstrations. Then again, maybe I was just overthinking it and I simply wasn’t invited to either activity and had the day to myself. I crawled back into bed, craving some affection from Damian and cuddling up to him. Even though he got the hang of sex quite fast, I could tell physical closeness was absent in his upbringing because of the way he handled cuddling.

“Please come visit me” I kissed his cheek: “I would love to show you my world, and I’m sure Ziggurat wouldn’t object”

He caressed my hair, giving me a gentle smile: “I would be happy to” I don’t know how to explain this, nor do I have any specific observations and examples, but since getting to know Damian more and speaking to dr. Carlisle it seemed that in rare moments of the day Damian’s softer, calmer side came out. I also think sex helps him relieve the bottled up stress and rigidity he is so used to, especially as I surrender to him to feed his need of superiority and dominance. Nonetheless, after seeing his reaction to my confession I have come to the realisation that Ziggurat probably did not give him any affection, even in the form of a fond nickname because he just calls him by his name, and probably never told him that he loved him.

“Damian… I told you I loved you, and I mean it.” I looked into his eyes, propping myself up onto my elbow: “I want us to be together.”

He remained silent for a long time, my assumption is because he did not know how to handle someone being loving to him: “And your parents?”

“Honestly, if you’re not broke they’ll like you.” I sighed, there was probably no point in sugar-coating it anyway.

“If the Konzern’s were good enough, then I believe we’ll get along just fine” he scoffed jokingly, putting an mysterious emphasis on the last two words. I didn’t know how much Damian was worth or how much he brought in, but I am pretty convinced Ziggurat was rich enough for my parents to seize any objections. My mind took off into fantasies about us walking along the cozy streets of my hometown, then going to the French Riviera, maybe renting a boat, dinners… I wanted all of it. I wanted him to see the colours the world has to show, and not just artificial lights and laboratories in the middle of a wasteland that neighbours another vast concrete jungle. With these fantasies and the smell of his skin, I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up because Damian got out of bed around 5AM, probably for his Arrangement session. I stole a few fleeting kisses from him as he was putting on his uniform: “You guys are going to the ceremony?”

“Yeah” he put on his choker and gloves: “But I need to do a round of arrangement first.” We left together, him to the Arrangement quarters and I to my room to get ready. Hours rolled by, I was mostly resting before I got ready and headed to the cafeteria to have breakfast. Unsurprisingly, the students were giving me glances and whispering among each other, again.

Once I had finished my meal, I decided I would go up to the helicopter and wait for Starbreaker to finish their Arrangements so I could say bye to Damian before they left. When I reached my desired floor, I sat down on the sofa in the waiting room that overlooked the heliport, the same one where Carlisle and I had a conversation yesterday. It was nearing 11AM, and I knew the boys should be done soon. My heart started racing as I saw the numbers on the elevator moving towards the one I was on, and I stood in front of the elevator to surprise them. After all, it is a shitty feeling going to someone else’s victory celebration after such a hard battle. The elevator announced its arrival with a silent ‘bing’ sound, and the door slid open:

My heart dropped: “Julian?!”

“Camila?!?”

“What are you doing here?!?” I gasped, out of anyone I could possibly imagine being at Hades Inc. Julian was the absolutely last person on the list. Hell, if Gingka was here I would be less surprised.

“I should be asking you the same question” he stepped out of the elevator, surrounded with a hateful energy I have never seen him with, his fists clenched: “So it’s all true.”

For the first time in my entire life, I stepped back from Julian out of fear: “What is true? Julian why are you here?”

“Do you know what they call you, Camila? What people are saying about you?”

There was a silence, I didn’t say anything. I feared the unrecognisable emotions he was clearly consumed in, in addition to probably still being burdened by the loss he suffered in front of the global audience.

“No” I whispered. I didn’t want to make him any angrier by not answering him, knowing it was a pet peeve of his.

“ ‘The whore of Starbreaker’, Camila. They call you a golddiger. You’re an absolute disgrace to yourself, your family and everyone that extends to you!”

“Julian, che cazzo?!” I gasped again, this time for lack of air: “We broke up months before this tournament so you can focus on Excalibur - how am I a disgrace for moving on when you ignored me and didn’t want me back? Huh? How am I to blame when you know my parents need the money?”

“Money. It’s always about money.” Julian said, disgusted: “Of course you would join these hyenas if they paid you.”

“Okay then, what are you doing here?”

He paused this time around, battling the boiling embarrassement within himself: “The Konzern enterprise shares have been bought off by Hades Inc.”

My pulse stopped, remembering how huge and important their generational family businesses were; remembering his darling parents, our countless memories - this was his whole life, this was his pride, his plan for the future: “Julian…”

He barely uttered in a low voice, full of bitterness: “My name is now worthless, but I chose to keep our honor by joining dr. Ziggurat.”

Somewhere in the middle of his sentence, two elevators opened up to our left, with Starbreaker in one, and a totally different team that seemed somewhat familiar in the other.

“Good for you” an all-familiar snide comment echoed as Damian stepped out of the elevator: “ ‘Cause you might also snag an Arrangement and finally put up a fight.”

Julian lowered his head out of anger and humiliation, while the girl from the other team - who I now recognised as the Garcias - whistled: “Now that was a low blow!”

“Don’t disrespect me!” Julian growled at the Garcias, as Damian came closer to us, positioning himself closer to me.

“What’s wrong, Julian?” Damian mocked him: “You look upset… again.”

Julian looked at him with boiling, bitter anger that could probably burn a hole in the wall if he pointed his gaze into it, but remained silent. As he now works for dr. Ziggurat, I assume he is powerless agaist Starbreaker members, let alone Damian.

“Besides” Damian grinned at Julian sadistically: “I told you I’d ‘take all of it away from you: your pride, confidence’...”

Julian looked revolted, pale, ill and traumatised, but that didn’t stop Damian from serving the final stab into his heart - wrapping his hand around my waist, adding: “ …‘everything sweet’ ”, quoting himself from his match with Julian.

After a short silent pause - which wasn’t even honoured by complete silence because the girl and younger boy from the Garcias were making mocking ‘oooh’ and ‘burn’ nosises after what Damian said - Ziggurat arrived with two pilots:

“Time to go, everybody” he passed through the Garcia members and halted his stride to the helicopter to address Damian, Julian and myself: “We have a party to crash, we cannot possibly be late.”

Julian walked away towards the helicopter without even looking at me once, followed by Jack and the tallest Garcia boy. Damian grinned at me: “Don’t worry about him. His head feels empty without its crown.”

I looked at him, unsure if I should even be addressing the layers of things that had just happened or just wish him a safe flight and talk about this with him later: “yeah…”

He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into a kiss, thematically soundtracked again with noises provided by younger members of the Garcia family. When he pulled away, he grinned at me again - a victor’s smile: “Wish me luck, heads are gonna roll today… hopefully.”

“Good luck, Damian.” I said, before adding a bit more quietly: “I love you.”

“You too” he smirked at me, pulling away and walking into the helicopter which was apparently only waiting for him, his pristine white cape carried by the wind. The doors closed quickly, and the aircraft took off within the next minute.

There was a lot left for me to digest: for starters, Julian’s absolute disgust and hatred towards me was a particularly heartbreaking thing to see, regardless of the nature of our relationship. We are, or used to be, best friends as well as long term boyfriend and girlfriend. He was the only person in this world I knew as well as I knew myself. Then, the horrible thing that happened to him and his family; I don’t know if the shares value had dropped because of some external reasons so Hades bought up the majority, or if they just had an agenda of their own to take Julian and his family down so they bought them regardless? But why would they do that? They already had all the data from him and defeated him?

“But what if they wanted him?” I uttered to myself, waiting for the elevator. What if they wanted a left-rotating Bey in their arsenal, since Ryuga apparently despises them? For a guy like Ziggurat that’s a good enough reason to wreck someone’s entire family and heirloom. In the same line of thought, Damian said last night something about having more money than Julian, could he have possibly been aware of all of this, or even plotted it with Ziggurat, without telling me? It was hard to say if what he said he meant generally or specifically after this event, because both Ziggurat and Hades Inc. have a high revenue, therefore Starbreaker can’t be doing too bad themselves.

Related to Damian, I was having very polar feelings about how he treated Julian. On one hand, it’s Damian and his ever-present condescending, cocky personality, but on the other hand it was a conversation I deeply regretted being a part of even as a subject of conversation, let alone witnessing. What he did was as humiliating to Julian as if Julian knelt down and Damian pissed all over him, but then again Julian attacked me without a reason and called me a disgrace. My mind was racing, I thought about the ‘everything sweet’ quote Damian said: what if there was an agenda I was not aware of when he said it in the match itself? Had this been the plan all along? It’s actually not impossible, because they had to print, sign and deliver that Hades Inc. letter to my room at least an hour before the matches ended in order for it to get to the hotel in time, but in Beyblade you can never be sure how long the match is going to last. Furthermore, Carlisle himself had said he and Ziggurat had different reasons for me being invited to Hades… Or maybe Damian said it for a different reason and quoted himself just to torture Julian? My head began to hurt from the storm of flashbacks, ideas and theories running though my mind. I had to calm down, there was no way this overthinking will be helpful to me before they return.

I sat down in the common room, and turned on the huge flat screen TV that lifted itself from the floor to watch the WBBA ceremony. A comforting thought crept in: Damian had told me he loved me for the first time today. And after their obligations for the tournament end today, we could plan the rest of our time together. I was open to staying here with him, but I would also like my fantasies of him coming to Europe realised. My train of thought was broken by the theme song and opening sequence of the ceremony.

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poedameronwifey · 3 months ago

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The Darkness Prevails (The hobbit Fanfic)

Chapter 3

Hey you guys. I have the next chapter all ready for you. And we'll have a lot of tension in this chapter. I hope you all like it. Also a great surprise for Renee but that's all I can say. Anyway onwards my lovely readers!!

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Third POV

The next day everyone woke up, prepared to leave for Mirkwood. Ava was cuddled in between Katherine and Fili. Hades was snuggled up next to Thorin, his head on his stomach. The egg was still beside Renee as she slept. That night she slept cuddled up with Lilith. The sun came up and soon everyone was awake. Renee opened her eyes and Lilith was already sitting up. She smiled down at her before leaning down to kiss her forehead.

"Morning Reni. Did you have a good sleep? You were knocked out last night." She chuckled as Renee sat up with a pout.

"Yes I did as a matter of fact." Renee stuck her tongue out at Lilith before standing up and stretching.

She looked to the side hoping to see the egg but it wasn't there. She blinked and looked around her sleeping area. She was starting to panic when She heard Gandalf laughing softly. She looked up and let out a huff.

"Grandpa, this isn't funny! What if something happened to the poor thing?" She saw Beorn entering the house and modestly put her hands together and kneeled.

"Beorn, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to lose the egg. I swear it was right next to me the whole night. Please, please don't be mad." She looked up and he simply chuckled and shook his head. He patted her head with a smile.

"Worry not little one. The egg is safe. It began cracking in the night. Come, I shall show you." She linked in surprise before following behind him. He led her to a nest like bed and in the middle the egg was laying with a few cracks so far. She knelt down by the nest and marvelled at it. The egg started shaking and a few more cracks appeared. Soon everyone was surrounding the nest.

Renee's POV

I was mesmerised by the egg as it wiggled and cracked. I couldn't believe it, I didn't think it'd hatch so quickly. I was beyond excited and nervous. Soon a piece of the egg fell off and I leaned forward, holding my breath. I turned to grandpa with an excited smile before looking back at the egg. Soon the egg started falling apart and inside lay a beautiful baby phoenix laid curled up. I softly gasped and moved forward towards it, eyes wide with awe.

"You're...absolutely beautiful..." I carefully lift her up in my arms. She cooed and snuggled closer before slowly opening up her eyes. I gasped at how beautiful her eyes were. I smiled at her and she lifted her head, tilting it to the side. She then let out a soft cry and leaned forward, putting her beak against my cheek. I started to glow for a second before it faded. There, on my right upper arm, was a symbol. A symbol of the phoenix. I looked at grandpa. "What does this mean grandpa?" But he simply smiled at me. "She has chosen you as her master. You both are tied to one another now."

I looked at him with wide eyes before they softened and looked back at the baby in my arms. "Hey little one. Don't worry, I'm gonna take good care of you. No matter what... I'm gonna call you Raye... you like that, little one?" She let out a soft cry of approval before nuzzling her head under your chin. I stood up with her in my arms. I looked at Beorn.

"Thank you for giving her to me. I promise to always take good care of her." He smiled and patted my head. "I have no doubt about that little one." Everyone in the company gathered around to say hello to the new member of the company. Both Ava and Hades got along with Raye immediately. The three of them bonded immediately. Raye cuddling up to Hades and Ava.

During that time everyone got prepared to leave. It was an hour past dawn. I once again shared a pony with Kili and sat in front of him as he sat behind me, Raye was snuggled into your chest in a sling, made by Lilith using her magic. Once everyone was packed and on their ponies, Beorn turned to Gandalf on his horse, a grim expression on his face. "Your way through Mirkwood is dark, dangerous and difficult," he said. "Water is not easy to find there, nor food. The time has not yet come for nuts (though it may be past and gone indeed before you get to the other side), and nuts are about all that grows there fit for food; in there the wild things are dark, queer (LGBTQ+? Just kidding), and savage. I will provide you with skins for carrying water, and I will give you some bows and arrows. But I doubt very much whether anything you find in Mirkwood will be wholesome to eat or to drink."

"There is one stream there, I know, black and strong which crosses the path. That you should neither drink of, nor bathe in; for I have heard that it carries enchantment and a great drowsiness and forgetfulness. And in the dim shadows of that place I don't think you will shoot anything, wholesome or unwholesome, without straying from the path. That you MUST NOT do, for any reason. That is all the advice I can give you. Beyond the edge of the forest I cannot help you much; you must depend on your luck and your courage and the food I send with you. At the gate of the forest I must ask you to send back my horse and my ponies. But I wish you all speed, and my house is open to you, if ever you come back this way again."

Third POV

The Company saddled and rode Beorn's ponies. As they rode away, Beorn, who was staying at his house, looked around for danger. "Go now, while you have the light. The hunters are not far behind." The company rode rapidly across the land, slowing to a stop as they approached a looming, gloomy-looking forest. Hades stopped next to Thorin's horse, growling at the forest. Ava and Raye cried out in discomfort and snuggled into Renee and Katherine. Katherine leaned back against Fili, feeling uneasy at the forest, sensing darkness and rot. Gandalf dismounted and walked into the edge of the forest through an ancient archway.

"The Elven Gate." Gandalf turned and called to the others. "Here lies our path through Mirkwood." "No sign of the Orcs. We have luck on our side." Dwalin dismounted. Lilith rolled her eyes. "Right its luck, not a skin changer" She mumbled as she dismounted with Thorin's help. Gandalf squinted as he saw something in the distance; it was Beorn, in his bear-form, watching them from a distant ridge. Katherine looked up to where he was looking and smiled softly.

"Set the ponies loose. Let them return to their master." The dwarves and Bilbo dismounted and began taking their supplies off the ponies. Kili helped Renee down, patting Raye's head and kissing Renee's forehead. Fili did the same with Katherine and Ava, except he kissed Katherine on the cheek. Bilbo approached the forest on foot.

"This forest feels...sick, as if a disease lies upon it. Is there no way around?"

"Not unless we go two hundred miles north, or twice that distance south." Gandalf, Renee and Lilith followed a path a few feet further into the shadows and approached a plant-covered statue. At the same time, Bilbo, who was standing by himself, reached into his pocket and, after some internal conflict, slowly pulled out the Ring and fingers it. Just like when he examined it in Beorn's house, we heard the voice whispering the "One Ring to rule them all" chant.

As Gandalf approached the statue, Galadriel suddenly appeared; she was evidently thought-speaking to Gandalf from Rivendell. "Something moves in the shadows unseen, hidden from our sight. Every day it grows in strength. Beware the Necromancer. He is not what he seems."

Gandalf approached the statue apprehensively, then quickly yanked off the vines, revealing a painted-on Eye of Sauron. Bilbo, holding the Ring, gasped slightly. Renee got dizzy, gripping Gandalf as the darkness overwhelmed her. Lilith gripped her head as she felt how poisoned and dead the forest was. But Gandalf wasn't paying much attention.

"If our enemy has returned, we must know. Go to the tombs in the mountains."

Gandalf, hearing her words in his head, nodded in agreement. "The High Fells. So be it." After a while Renee started to feel better. Gandalf held her up. "Easy my firefly. The darkness will fade soon. You're okay. Lilith, my little flower, I know you can feel how dead the forest is but do not allow it to consume you." Both Renee and Lilith nodded, taking deep breaths. Once the girls were feeling better, Gandalf led them back to the others.

The unladen ponies trotted away; Nori was just about to finish unsaddling Gandalf's horse when Gandalf and the girls emerged from the forest. "Not my horse! I need it." As Gandalf strode forward, the Company looked up and murmured in surprise "You're not leaving us?" Gandalf looked at Bilbo.

"I would not do this unless I had to." Gandalf looked at Thorin, then turned and looked at a dejected Bilbo. "You've changed, Bilbo Baggins. You're not the same Hobbit as the one who left the Shire."

"I was going to tell you; I...found something in the Goblin tunnels."

"Found what?" Gandalf leaned forward curiously and suspiciously; Bilbo didn't answer immediately, but fumbled with the ring in his pocket. All three girls exchanged a look, knowing what Gandalf was thinking but not saying anything. They turned back to Gandalf. "What did you find?" Bilbo stayed silent for several more seconds, then finally responded. "My courage." He removed his hand from his pocket.

"Good. Well, that's good. You'll need it."

Gandalf turned and began walking toward his horse; he spoke as he passed Thorin. "I'll be waiting for you at the overlook, before the slopes of Erebor. Keep the map and key safe. Do not enter that mountain without me." Gandalf stopped and looked hard at Thorin as he said this, then continued toward his horse. "This is not the Greenwood of old. The very air of the forest is heavy with illusion. It will seek to enter your mind and lead you astray." Renee walked up to Gandalf with worried eyes.

"Grandpa. Please be careful. I love you." she hugged him tight, him responding with a hug just as tight before pulling away. "I will, my little one. You stick with the company, all three of you." He kissed her forehead. Bilbo was starting to feel very uneasy now.

"Lead us astray? What does that mean?" Gandalf got on his horse. It began raining lightly, even though the sun was out. "You must stay on the path; do not leave it. If you do, you will never find it again." Gandalf wheeled his horse and rode away. "No matter what may come, stay on the path!" He called out as he rode away. Renee watched him leave, tears falling down her cheek before she wiped it away.

Thorin and the Company turned toward the forest. The girls looked towards Gandalf's direction as he got smaller. Hades, Ava and Raye nuzzled their heads against their respective masters, offering support. Soon they sighed and looked away taking deep breaths before turning and walking to Thorin's side.

"Come on. We must reach the mountain before the sun sets on Durin's Day."

"Durin's Day. Let's go!"

"This is our one chance to find the hidden door."

They entered Mirkwood. They were following the paved path that started at the Elven Gate. Thorin was leading with Lilith and Hades by his side. At one point, the path turned a corner.

"The path goes this way."

As they all kept following the path through the forest, it twisted and turned over all sorts of terrain such as bare ground, high ledges, fallen tree trunks, and more. Renee was feeling the effects of the darkness surrounding her. She stayed by Katherine's side, holding her hand as she led Renee behind the others. She felt dizzy and disorientated. Suddenly she heard a voice in her mind. It was Galadriel or to the girls, Lady G.

"Be strong, my child. You are stronger than you think. Do not allow the darkness to plague you. You are a Kharonn, a wizard and a dwarf all in one. You radiate determination and strength. I am with you, as I am with Katherine and Lilith. I will guide you, my child. But you must stay strong"

Renee felt a sense of calm fall over her and smiled slightly. She took deep breaths and looked ahead of her, responding to Lady G in her mind as she was soothed. "Thank you Lady G. I know I can do this. I fear the darkness will take control of me. But I won't let it. You said it yourself, grandma. I radiate determination and strength. I won't give in, I promise."

"I know you won't, my child. Remain calm and don't let your fears control you. Lean on your family and companions. You are not alone, my child."

Her voice started to fade. Renee was feeling more at ease and less fearful. She knew her family wouldn't let anything happen to you. Raye nuzzled her beak against Renee's cheek. She smiled down and kissed Raye on the head. "You're right, little one. We got this. I'm glad I have you with me."

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Damn Gandalf don't get your ass killed you hear me!!! Also i hope everyone liked Raye. She's adorable isn't she? Anyway this is when things get shitty. Especially for a few people, who i will not name. I know, i know but people we need the drama. For now we haven't run into those annoying elves so enjoy it while you can. Also here are the familiars. In case you forgot, Hades is Lilith's familiar, Ava is Katherine's familiar and Raye, our newest addition, is Renee's familiar. Anyway I gotta go. Ill update soon. See you soon. BYEEEEEEEEEE!!!

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