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[nightlyarrows]

@flownfar​ TRISTANS POPS THE QUESTION

the hunter was nervous as hell. maybe it was the fact that he turned invisible, snuck into a jewelry shop, and used the phantom’s bracelet to swipe two rings. maybe it was the fact that he was going to ask milo a question that he was scared for the answer. either way, he had prepared a small dinner for them to have on the beach. the companions were the one calming him down as he walked them back to the hotel on his way to pick milo up. tristan finally brought him to the candlelit dinner and after they finished their meals and before dessert, he moved down to sit on one knee. his palms were still fucking sweaty. “you’ve been saving me for over seven months now, always there for me and having my back in everything. you’ve taught me how to love, how to stop going through the world alone, that opening my heart isn’t the scariest thing out there.” the archer fished out one of the boxes from his pocket, opening it up to show milo the ring. “y’know when they said love completes a person? i never thought that to be true, but you’ve made me a believer. i’m used to sleeping with you in my arms or vice versa. i wake up earlier just to spend more time with you. you take my breath away and give it back all with one look. i don’t know how you do it, but love is magic and i know that now.” with hope filling his eyes, he cleared a throat a bit so he can finally finish. “milo skywalker, would you do me the honor in marrying me? whether you’re teleporting out of danger or i’m hunting you down, there’s no one else i’d rather spend the rest of my life with.” 

[healedserpent]

He wouldn’t imagine any other career for himself than medicine. The schooling was a challenge, likewise outside responsibilities catering and fluffing up his resume for a good hospital to take him in. But, if he ever posed the thought, maybe working in athletics would be his life in another universe. What if he kept up his track and field, get a scholarship in high school and go across the country to pursue education and try his hand at competitions? Maybe then parties would be commonplace in his life, rather than late night study sessions and coffee-fueled day-walking. 

Maybe then he’d be accustom to this tailored dress-code.

He walked into the party with an indigo jacket covering up his arms and part of his chest, while the lace shirt peeked underneath and leather pants gained warm glow from the light. He adjusted the cuffs and first found himself lingering by the drinks, sipping at his ambrosia from time to time. Then came Milo, the one with the broken nose. He remembered him, likewise the most recent physical. But all matters of that nature weren’t in the forefront of his mind.

Julian wanted to get to know him as a person and not a patient, for a change. He grabbed a spare cup and filled it with ambrosia, bringing it over to the shorter son of Hermes. Julien cracked a smile and bowed his head a notch, “Pleasant seeing you here, Milo. How’re you doing? The party’s only begun, but I have a feeling it will be a good one.”

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[healingdemigod]

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“Anyone know where you can get some decent booze around here?” Jackson asked as he dropped against the door frame of Milo’s cabin, his voice echoing though-out the cabin. It wasn’t like he’d picked a cabin of any particular cabin, this was more of a lucky draw thing.  He’d already heard about some house parties in the cabin and someone had to know how to chill out right? God knows Jackson had been thrown into the deep end with all this god stuff and at those times, it was ever drink or fuck and frankly, booze was looking pretty good right now 

“Or at least some decent fun?” He added as he stepped into Milo’s cabin, his ears pricked up for any sound. Jackson was wearing a pretty standard black V-neck and a pair of tight jeans, somehow still pulling off the abercrombie and fitch model look he had even in the god damn weird Greek god cabin.   His eyes sweeping over the cabin with a little hum. 

[lelandwindsor-blog]

he wasn’t the only one who almost died. recklessness and too quick decisions were a guillotine above all of their heads. they were just the ones on the chopping block when it happened. both not quick enough to make it to safety, even one as quick as the son of hermes. their interactions prior have been few and far between, words exchanged here and there, glances, but nothing more. leland can’t have that any longer, not after death waved its scythe in his direction twice in too few hours. he stops at the threshold of the son of hermes cabin, one hand in the pocket of his jacket, and knocks. “milo? you, uh, you home?” it’s awkward, but a start. 

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[sunraycorey]

"hey, cor!" milo called outside the son of apollo's cabin. they had set up a regular routine of going for morning jogs as of late, and the son of hermes was always the first to rise and be at corey's doorstep, dressed for exercise. he was wearing a light hoodie today on account of the chilly weather. "you coming?"

Corinth had no choice last night. Against his better judgement, what remained of it at this point, he uncorked his stock of ambrosia and truly had the worst evening yet since Jackson was evicted. Well, second worse, but this morning totally took the cake. It was on him, that he’d forgotten their little proactive, bonding, training routine. He was not in a state to go anywhere past, let alone near, his front door and the remnants of such damning elixir spared him the pain of how enthusiastic Milo appeared. With the knowledge of what had happened to the former son of Asclepius public news. That would have hurt Corinth if he could register. “Sorry.” He numbly apologized, not actually sorry at all. “No…”

[warscn]

                𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  losing  another  person.    kaz  had  gone,  and  another  had  taken  his  place.    xander,  of  course,  avoided  him,  making  sure  he  didn’t  have  to  make  small  talk  with  any  of  the  new  guys.     after  his  run,  he  found  himself  looking  at  the  other  male.    ❛   you  good ??  ❜   he  asked,  but  he  had  a  feeling  the  other  wasn’t.   after  the  attack,  who  was ??   @flownfar

[thunderxson]

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     “You portal’d, right?” There’s no hesitation in his question, practically bouncing on his heels after he was finally getting back to his old self. Feeling better about everything, after managing to work through a lot of his issues with Ari, figuring out the best way to move forward. Making better note of what to do, what not to do, pay more attention as they went rather than just ignoring things. And now... Now he was a little too curious about what the other team had managed to do when they were working.

      “That’s awesome.” Okay, yes, he was a nerd. “Was it more like nightcrawler with a bamf, or just. Going from A to B with a blip or...” Was he asking too many questions? Yes. Did he care? Not in the slightest.

[gus-pisano]

[ many ] your muse making mine orgasm over and over.

NUMBER ONE IS ALL GOOD by itself, sweat pebbling on his forehead as he falls apart in milo’s hands. his chest heaves with every breath, pure BLISS stuck to his features as he rides out his first orgasm of many.

NUMBER TWO IS A RAPTURE --- more intense than the first, and gus can’t tell if it’s pleasure or pain he’s feeling most. his balls are pulled taut against his body, trying desperately to geyser up whatever gus has left in him. “bro, i can’t-- gimme, like, 10 minutes and a bottle of water.” his request falls on deaf ears, though, as milo continues to stroke him.

BUT NUMBER THREE? number three has gus’ entire body shaking. he’s making a noise somewhere between chuffed laughter and groans, dick pulsing red and angry as it sputters up what feels like the last of gus’ cum. he clamps a hand onto milo’s wrist, holding on with a death grip. “stopstopstop---” his voice cracked, easily, EMBARRASSINGLY. pleasure turned to pins and needles, and he had half a mind to spartan kick milo away. his legs instead jerk with every move, and he looks the guy right in the eye. “---bro STOP!”

[lelandwindsor-blog]

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he passed the bottle over easily by its neck, secretly glad to have someone he could share a drink with. “is it? i wouldn’t know, never been in a… uh, relationship,” he mumbled as if it was worse than admitting he was a virgin. “never really been good at… confessing, and stuff.” god, he was internally cringing just from telling leland all of this, which made it even more obvious that he was socially stunted in some degree. “i mean, romance and stuff isn’t really depressing,” milo shrugged. “kinda the opposite. it’s… kinda good to see some of the dudes happy.” there were some other couples he knew of, and they seemed pretty happy for the most part, like they couldn’t be concerned with whatever was happening around them. “but it can get messy, yeah,” he chuckled. “you never get jealous, man? when silas talks to other dudes and stuff?”

he wonders how many of the other demigods haven’t been in relationships. how complicated histories with their parents and the like have lead to distrust. he nods his head, knowing how the other’s feeling to some degree. “it’s...easier, sometimes. not to do it. to think that they’d rather you not say it.” he chews on the inside of his cheek, takes a small swig of the ambrosia that’s handed over to him. he passes it back after another. “but silas has...made me reconsider how i looked at it all.” for as long as he can remember, since he starting getting sexual in his teenage years, love, relationships, affection that wasn’t platonic was off the table. he shakes his head at the other, a lopsided grin on his face. “no, not really. we...we set some rules, kinda.” he explains. “sex with people we’ve agreed upon, no...romantic stuff. but that can always change. he’s...we’re both very ‘free love’, i guess. there’s sixteen other hot dudes around here. we’d be kinda...i dunno. i could do monogamy with him if he wanted it. but i think we’re both young and want to experience everything we can.” it doesn’t taste that bitter on his tongue, the truth is always something sweet he can swallow down. “at the end of the day, i know that i’ll be falling asleep in his bed unless he needs a night alone. he’s...home, in a sense and growing up not having that, it's nice.”

[arinowickib]

he hadn’t felt like himself since he met the opponents that bested ragnor, keaton at himself in two measley moves. was he even worthy after a pathetic display at that? his knuckles were slowly healing, it didn’t help that ari opened the wound as much as possible for the sake of masochism. the skin peels open between his fingers as he wiggles his fingers, the pain shocking his poor left hand but focusing him on what it is he needed to do. “ mi, you in there? ” he asked, workout clothes on and slightly sweaty from his morning spars. it’s what he would focus on, his vision only blazed red in fury. 

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[pantasticobelius]

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Obelius turns around when he hears echoing steps (the temple of the gods has a lot to offer in terms of acoustics). “Hey,” he says, eyeing the shorter male a little wearily. Milo has proven that he’s nothing if not deceptive in his appearance. “Almost didn’t recognize when you’re not swinging a sword in my face,” Obi smiles and turns back around to stare at the statue of his father, as he’s been doing for the past half hour. “This place is really weird. Or is it just me?”

[nightlyarrows]

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feeling the other shift on the bed had almost become instinct for tristan the more nights that they spent together. like shooting an arrow or trying to sense animals around him. either way, the archer woke up and quickly moved to grab milo’s hand. “don’t, please don’t.” whenever they left the cabin they were meant with the real world. the last time he was woken up, a crazy child and her demonic creatures were let loose and needed a tetanus shot. that same night milo had managed to drop kick him somehow even though he was invisible. “i’m going to keep on being selfish because apparently good things happen whenever i am.” tristan wasn’t burned alive when he put himself first apparently. “i’m not leaving this cabin until i can at least get used to the daylight again and that mean i’m not letting you leave either.” he pulled milo onto him again, leaning forward to press a soft kiss on his lips. “how did you sleep? hopefully there was a good dream about me involved.”

[healedserpent]

Just like in the real world, exams were necessary. Whether to ensure good health or to detect signs of concern, Julian knew his way around a physical. At camp, with demigods however, physicals were almost every week with how many quests they took or monsters slain. The chilling greeting with Astraea and Freya remained with him, even as he opened the cabin door to Milo.

He guided the boy off to his spare room, functioning as an office of sorts. While not the infirmary, it still had a multitude of tools and medicine to use. Julian gestured to the table, then the chair nearby, “If you’d undress to your underwear, that would be nice. Have you felt anything unusual as of late? Or find marks on your body that weren’t there before?” Julian was thinking of freckles, but with what little sunlight came to the camp in winter, he imagined such would be slim to none. 

Almost forgetting himself, Julian chuckled, “I can wait out in the hall, if that will be more comfortable for you,” he suggested, lingering by the door with a hand on the doorframe. 

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[healingdemigod]

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[lelandwindsor-blog]

the sun's beating down against his exposed back. the sand makes it a bit more difficult to run, but he feels free. the scent of salt water and sweat bombards his senses as he just loses himself in the run. he doesn't think about home, he doesn't think about the trial, he just doesn't think. he's starting to come up on a body, someone else running, and does his best to catch up to their pace. but fuck they're just  too fast. he thinks he recognizes the runner, but he doesn't care. a runner partner might be just what he needs for now. "yo, wait up, want a jogging buddy?" but leland isn't so sure he can even call this a jog at this point.

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[maximus-bruin]

𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕠𝕕𝕤 [ 𝟙𝟙 / ? ]

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐊 as son of 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐎 𝐒𝐊𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 as son of 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐒

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