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@!; Meet the Wifie JD / Female! Reader
"Summary"! You had always heard about JD's brothers, but you had never met them before as you had gotten with JD after the band had broken up. Yet, while on a mission to save Floyd, you were slowly introduced to his brothers, each in their own silly yet loving ways. "Tags"! Fluff? Idk somehow a fight almost breaks with between the Reader and poor Clay. Also tumblr is being weird so praying this posts this way.
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@!; Branch and Poppy would be the first to know the truth about JD; A truth he might have forgotten to tell his brothers back in the band days, and something he even forgot to tell Branch and Poppy before they rode in Rhonda for the first time. It wasn't like he was trying to keep secrets, far from it; JD was more than proud of this little secret he has managed to cheek, yet in the flurry of re-meeting Branch and meeting Poppy and getting them both down to help save Floyd, he might have forgotten this tiny detail. "Branch! You never told me you guys has a sister!" Poppy exclaimed as she bounced into Rhonda, beaming from ear to ear as she noticed another Troll inside; they were looking over a few scattered papers, receipts, post cards, anything that she's been able to dig up. Yet her attention was caught away from her search and study when three Trolls entered the little RV, even more so calling her JD's brother. She tried to explain to Poppy that she wasn't JD's sister, that she was in fact his girlfriend, yet JD stopped her before she could; raising a hand in her direction as soon as he saw her open her mouth. He playfully wiggled a finger at Poppy, "That's the wifie!" "You're married?!" Poppy exclaimed with excitement, while Branch seemed taken aback instantly; his attention filtered from you to JD, a silent question engulfing his eyes as he tried to fathom a world where someone would have interest in his older brother. "Well, uh, not technically?" JD rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled with nerves; While you chuckled, a bit more sweetly, along side of him. Poppy tilted her head in confusion, her arms dropping to the side as she tried to think of how JD called you his 'wife' but you guys weren't married. Branch stood next to Poppy, still trying to fathom this whole situation. Wondering how you, someone who seemed so... not JD, ended up with someone like his older brother. As in given example, you were careful to stand up and walk around all the evidence you had dug up from boxes of old things that JD had kept since his band days. While JD, while turning around to reach for your waist, almost stepped and step a whole stack of papers flying to the floor! You had stopped him before he did so, thankfully, playfully smacking his leg away from the stack so he would yelp but realize his mistake and draw his leg back. "Hi, it's so very nice to meet you two." You would extend your hand towards Branch and Poppy; In which, Poppy grabbed your hand first and shook it enthusiastically. "Hello! It's so very nice to meet you!" Exclaimed Poppy as she almost made your arm fall off with how vigorously she was shaking it, "I'm Branch's, JD's younger brother, girlfriend. And can I say, you have very lovely hair." You smiled at Poppy, though were glad to be able to pull your hand away when she finished the hand shake. With your other hand, you grabbed onto the closest hand JD had to you, interlocking your fingers.
"Well, it's very nice to meet you both. I expect you both know what's happening?" You received a nod from Poppy, while Branch just kept his eyes square on JD; who tried to play it cool, but you noticed the tiniest sweat drop rolling down his forehead. "Well then, Poppy, would you like to help me search for clues? I'm trying to find where Spruce is-" You didn't even have to finish before Poppy bounded over, grabbing your hand and rushed over to the pile of documents and files you had pulled out. It genuinely shocked you how much energy she had. But you were not going to let that scare you! What you and Poppy didn't notice, as you were sorting and shuffling around clues, was the 'I'm watching you' fingers that Branch gave to JD. In which JD just extended his arms, wondering what Branch was going on about. Branch, in response, glanced over at you and then back to JD with a cock of his eyebrow. Confused, JD turned towards you and Poppy and then back at Branch wondering what he was getting on about. But Branch wasn't going to say his thoughts out loud, not yet.
@!; Bruce would be the second one to meet you, and much like Branch he was confused on how this even happened. Unlike Branch, he was happy that JD finally had someone who could tolerate him and his bossy ways; That's not to say that Branch was unhappy for you or JD, he was just a little jealous and sour that after all this time JD had changed yet he couldn't have been there for Branch when he needed it. Those feelings shifted from time to time the more Branch saw you and JD interact, and he couldn't help but slowly feel guilty; Yet, still standing the fact that it wasn't all that fair. Either way, Bruce met you when Poppy, Bruce, and Branch came back to Rhonda after a successful mission and a dance number about Brozone being back. You were sat in the driver's seat, mindlessly shuffling a deck of cards; You had been asked if you would like to join the three, mostly by Poppy and JD, but you had declined as you weren't much of a people person. It's what drew you to JD at first, when you heard he was going solo around the globe in a 'soul-searching' journey. You asked more about it and slowly the two of you had grown closer than you ever thought would be possible. As such, you always tended to miss him dearly when he stepped off Rhonda. And, subsequently, is why you bounded onto your feet when you heard the door open. You didn't even mind that the deck of cards had spilt all over the floor as you heard your boyfriends all too familiar voice shout, "Honey, we're home!" Which was followed by a confused new voice, "Honey?" "You'll get used to it." And Branch's snarky comeback. They had managed to grab Spruce, no doubt, thanks to the post card. Yet, before JD could introduce you both, he had to take care of the loving and attentive girlfriend that had appeared right in front of him; Grabbing both his hands and welcoming him back with a big smile, while also accidentally stopping those from behind JD; Who had to awkwardly shuffle around the two of you. "What did you do?" JD quipped, smirking down at you with a curious look. He hadn't notice the stack of playing cards that had been left on the ground yet, which Poppy had began to pick up out of habit. "Nothing! I just missed you." Branch, standing next to Bruce, could swear he could see the definition of heart eyes in your eyes. He wasn't sure if he was actually happy for his brother, or a little grossed out, or jealous, or all the above with some plausible explanation for his emotions that he didn't feel like going into. JD, having forgotten that you two had company over, was quick to scoop you up into his arms, as he usually did when you greeted him back home. His arms rested under your thighs, supporting you as you sat on his forearms, and as you wrapped your arms around his neck while your legs wrapped around his waist. There was something always so peaceful yet exciting being this close to JD; Being able to clearly see his eyes, as you cupped his cheeks and leaned down to connect your foreheads. You were able to smell his cologne, which you swore you could get drunk off of. You could just feel his warmth and be able to take a moment to stop and breath and remember that he's here and he isn't going anywhere. You could just, be; Be here with JD and not have to worry about anything. And the way that JD tightened his hold, the way he looked back up at you with adoration... you knew he wouldn't have it any other way. Even if you almost kicked him out of his own bus one time because he was being a pain in your ass. A cough from Branch, and awing from Poppy, snapped you both out of your love-drunk dazes. Causing you to sit up properly and glance over at the company, all the while you kept JD's cheeks cupped with your hands and he couldn't really tilt his head to see everyone. "You both are!... adorable!" Poppy shouted, bouncing on her toes as she held onto Branch's arm. You couldn't help but laugh as her reaction, noticing that she was refraining from shaking Branch with all her might.
"Yeah, very cute." Sarcasm leaked out of Branch, "But have you both realized we've been standing here for a minute? We need to go out and look for Clay so we can save Floyd!- Yet, Bruce only patted Branch on the shoulder, "Calm down, Bitty B! I wanna meet JD's partner." Along with giving you both a smile as you slide out of JD's arms and onto the floor. At least, you were attempting to do so, but JD only tightened his hold. "Bruce, meet the wifie; Wifie, meet Bruce one of my younger brothers. Good, there you guys meet. Now if you excuse us," And, though Bruce seemed to have wanted to met more, he simply walked away with you still in his arms. Which caused you to flush but laugh, playfully smacking his shoulder and asking what has gotten into him! But, then again, this was your boyfriend and he was usually this selfish with you.
@!; Clay met you in Putt-Putt Village, where you had been convinced by JD to come out with everyone else. He had claimed that it was simply too dark and spooky to let you stay home alone and he couldn't make sure you were properly safe in Rhonda. You tried arguing saying that he's left you in worse conditions, which seemed to get a rile out of Bruce who questioned him what you had meant. It was funny to watch JD sputtering out reasons and excuses and examples, but in the end you decided to join them. It would do you good to get some fresh air after so many hours of basically non-stop traveling. To say you regretted your choice as soon as the clown-head started talking would be an understatement. To say you weren't about to kill JD when gulf balls began to animate and roll around you, was an understatement. To say that you then didn't smack JD behind the head when everything turned out to be alright was... actually, that's not an understatement because that's exactly what you had done. "And you said I wouldn't be safe in Rhonda! When has she ever let me get surrounded by gulf-balls that actually turned out to be Trolls." You had 'scolded' JD as you smacked him behind the head. It wasn't anything hard, just a small one-two to see if he still had some sort of brain in there. JD jerked towards you with the most betrayed look you've every seen him give, "Babe!" JD sputtered, not knowing how to respond to you assault! "I'm about to go back to the trailer." You muttered, a little salty. Crossing your arms you turned away from JD and towards Viva, who was screaming about how the new guests needed friends and milkshakes; Which the other Trolls in the village jumped onto getting. "If you go back I might have to follow you to correct this attituded we're having." JD snirked slyly, crossing his arms as he flashed me a knowing glance. Wiggling his eyebrows and winking playfully, leaving you slightly baffled at his boldness in front of everyone. "JOHN D-" You started, yet was quickly cut off as you hadn't noticed Clay's sudden appearance; or how he had rushed over to say hello to baby Branch and Bruce, giving a lack luster response to JD. That itched you wrong. Sure, you knew JD hadn't been the best to his brothers in their band days but that still gave him no right to look and act like that towards JD. You momentarily forgot JD's comment, or the fact that he probably almost killed you earlier (to which he would rightly remind you about your flare for dramatics, and how much he loved them) and marched over to where Poppy, Branch, and Bruce where. Poppy was attempting to introduce herself to Clay, who stood in front of them, yet you pushed past them and stood as a barrier between the three and Clay; Who gave you a weird look, and was slightly taken a back by your forwardness. "Hel-" Clay tried, but didn't get very far in his greeting. "I'm sorry, I didn't know that you had a stick up your ass that someone needs to remove, Cupcakes." You spat at him as you crossed your arms, shooting him the nastiest glare you could fathom at this point. Which was nasty enough to get both Bruce and Poppy to back up a little, and Poppy to slowly inch Branch away from you and Clay.
Though Branch didn't seem to enjoy the way you were talking to his third eldest brother. He opened his mouth to say something, yet you cut him off, "Furthermore, is that how you're really going to greet your brother after all these years? With plain favoritism to the others despite everything he's had to go through and is trying to actively change because of everything that went wrong, huh?" "Oooh'kay, Babe," JD carefully walked over to you, knowing you were a little on the edge; That and you had smacked him behind the head earlier and he wasn't looking for another one of those. "How about we take a step back and go calm down-" "Nah, Imma beat his ass!" It wasn't the best first meeting you could have had with one of JD's brother, and it also put a little sour kick into the two you had met before, yet it was eventful, that was for sure. Who wouldn't find it eventful for having their older brother's spunky girlfriend almost beat their ass over a few choice words and actions towards him? Yeah... you were going to have to do a little bit of work to mend that with Clay.
@!; You officially, without the fear of him dying or any of the other brothers for that fact, met Floyd before the KISMET and BroZone concert backstage. You were there to support JD, and in turn his brothers. Sure, you had seen and heard all about Floyd before this moment but you weren't exactly sure what to expect from him. Especially since you knew that Clay or at least Bruce or Branch had told Floyd about the whole Clay fiasco on the way back. "You're (Y/N), right?" Floyd's voice from behind you caught your attention despite the current list of groceries you were writing. "Huh?" You muttered at first, having been caught off guard by Floyd's sudden approach. You couldn't help but wonder if he was here for some other reason than first greetings. "Yeah.. that's me... and you're Floyd, right?" Floyd would nod as you set down your pad and pencil on your lap, which was cross-crossed as you sat on the floor. Floyd, still a little worn down from all the talent that was taken from him, joined you on the floor and had decided to sit next to you. You weren't sure why, nor did you completely understand the sudden nerves that had struck in your body. You weren't this nervous when you met any of JD's other brothers; So, how come you were nervous now? Floyd seemed to notice this. His eyebrows frowned up as he smiled softly at you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Hey, I'm not here to scold you if that's what you're expecting." There was a hint of laughter in his voice, "I mean, I know what happened when you first met Clay but that's in the past, yeah? Plus, you were only trying to stand up for JD... which is sweet, I appreciated it." You jerked your head up to look at Floyd, a little baffled that he was so different from his other brothers. Before, you had been nervously fiddling with your notepad and pencil, unable to form a word to say to him. Yet, he seemed to somehow calm your nerves. Not instantly, like JD had always managed to do, but slowly with a firm reassurance. "Oh," You mouthed, before smiling, "Yeah, I still don't think I've made that up to Clay yet. I mean," You paused for a second, "I did kind of almost attack him just because he rolled his eyes at JD. It struck a wrong cord with me." Floyd chuckled, "Hey, don't worry, I get it. I always get that icky feeling whenever my brothers fight, but that's just how they are." "A ragtag team of brothers who both love yet hate each other at the exact same time?" You joked, cocking up an eyebrow. "And yet, we wouldn't have it any other way." Floyd replied with a smile, turning to look at his other brothers, who were all warming up and stretching. You glanced down at your notepad, reading the list of groceries you would need to get for the bus when JD and you set off again. There wasn't many placed to stop and get food on the road, unless you and JD gathered and hunted. "Hey, I don't know if anyone has told you this.." Floyd snapped you out of your thoughts again, "But thank you." You were baffled, "Thank you?" "Thank you," Floyd shrugged his shoulders, but his smile was so genuine and sweet. "For being there for John Dory when we weren't. For helping him at his lowest. You know, he talks a lot about you when you're not around and I don't think I would want any other Troll to be with JD than you. Welcome to the family, Sister-in-law." Floyd held out a fist bump, though knew you might need a minute by the tears welling in your eyes.
You had told yourself many, many years ago (when you first got with JD and heard about his band days) that you would never pick a favorite brother of his; Just incase it would cause some sort of family drama to arise. You didn't exactly have siblings, so you didn't really know what they fought about and what they didn't. So you told yourself if you ever met the brothers you would do your best to quell anything that came up. Yet, Floyd was making this very difficult right now... "JOHN DORY FLOYD IS MY FAVORITE BROTHER!" You rushed out, snagging Floyd's wrist and shoving it up in the air; To which he yelped, not having expected such a sudden reaction. John Dory, peaking in front backstage, stared for a moment. He hadn't fully heard you, but was able to quickly piece together what you had said: "WHAT?! BABE I'M MEANT TO BE YOUR FAVORITE!" "I don't make the rules JD, maybe you shouldn't have almost killed me!" "IT WAS ONE TIME AND NOTHING HAPPENED!" "Should have let me stay with Rhonda." You playfully shook your head towards your boyfriend, who stood in the doorway completely baffled and a little butt hurt. But, you couldn't help but laugh as his goofy expression, absolutely loving every part of him; His grumpy sides, his loving sides, and even his down-right baffled and confused sides.
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@!; Meet the Wifie JD / Female! Reader
"Summary"! You had always heard about JD's brothers, but you had never met them before as you had gotten with JD after the band had broken up. Yet, while on a mission to save Floyd, you were slowly introduced to his brothers, each in their own silly yet loving ways. "Tags"! Fluff? Idk somehow a fight almost breaks with between the Reader and poor Clay. Also tumblr is being weird so praying this posts this way.
@storydays @chamille-trash @valvalentine69 @gtdkibf6jshhshjd
@!; Branch and Poppy would be the first to know the truth about JD; A truth he might have forgotten to tell his brothers back in the band days, and something he even forgot to tell Branch and Poppy before they rode in Rhonda for the first time. It wasn't like he was trying to keep secrets, far from it; JD was more than proud of this little secret he has managed to cheek, yet in the flurry of re-meeting Branch and meeting Poppy and getting them both down to help save Floyd, he might have forgotten this tiny detail. "Branch! You never told me you guys has a sister!" Poppy exclaimed as she bounced into Rhonda, beaming from ear to ear as she noticed another Troll inside; they were looking over a few scattered papers, receipts, post cards, anything that she's been able to dig up. Yet her attention was caught away from her search and study when three Trolls entered the little RV, even more so calling her JD's brother. She tried to explain to Poppy that she wasn't JD's sister, that she was in fact his girlfriend, yet JD stopped her before she could; raising a hand in her direction as soon as he saw her open her mouth. He playfully wiggled a finger at Poppy, "That's the wifie!" "You're married?!" Poppy exclaimed with excitement, while Branch seemed taken aback instantly; his attention filtered from you to JD, a silent question engulfing his eyes as he tried to fathom a world where someone would have interest in his older brother. "Well, uh, not technically?" JD rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled with nerves; While you chuckled, a bit more sweetly, along side of him. Poppy tilted her head in confusion, her arms dropping to the side as she tried to think of how JD called you his 'wife' but you guys weren't married. Branch stood next to Poppy, still trying to fathom this whole situation. Wondering how you, someone who seemed so... not JD, ended up with someone like his older brother. As in given example, you were careful to stand up and walk around all the evidence you had dug up from boxes of old things that JD had kept since his band days. While JD, while turning around to reach for your waist, almost stepped and step a whole stack of papers flying to the floor! You had stopped him before he did so, thankfully, playfully smacking his leg away from the stack so he would yelp but realize his mistake and draw his leg back. "Hi, it's so very nice to meet you two." You would extend your hand towards Branch and Poppy; In which, Poppy grabbed your hand first and shook it enthusiastically. "Hello! It's so very nice to meet you!" Exclaimed Poppy as she almost made your arm fall off with how vigorously she was shaking it, "I'm Branch's, JD's younger brother, girlfriend. And can I say, you have very lovely hair." You smiled at Poppy, though were glad to be able to pull your hand away when she finished the hand shake. With your other hand, you grabbed onto the closest hand JD had to you, interlocking your fingers.
"Well, it's very nice to meet you both. I expect you both know what's happening?" You received a nod from Poppy, while Branch just kept his eyes square on JD; who tried to play it cool, but you noticed the tiniest sweat drop rolling down his forehead. "Well then, Poppy, would you like to help me search for clues? I'm trying to find where Spruce is-" You didn't even have to finish before Poppy bounded over, grabbing your hand and rushed over to the pile of documents and files you had pulled out. It genuinely shocked you how much energy she had. But you were not going to let that scare you! What you and Poppy didn't notice, as you were sorting and shuffling around clues, was the 'I'm watching you' fingers that Branch gave to JD. In which JD just extended his arms, wondering what Branch was going on about. Branch, in response, glanced over at you and then back to JD with a cock of his eyebrow. Confused, JD turned towards you and Poppy and then back at Branch wondering what he was getting on about. But Branch wasn't going to say his thoughts out loud, not yet.
@!; Bruce would be the second one to meet you, and much like Branch he was confused on how this even happened. Unlike Branch, he was happy that JD finally had someone who could tolerate him and his bossy ways; That's not to say that Branch was unhappy for you or JD, he was just a little jealous and sour that after all this time JD had changed yet he couldn't have been there for Branch when he needed it. Those feelings shifted from time to time the more Branch saw you and JD interact, and he couldn't help but slowly feel guilty; Yet, still standing the fact that it wasn't all that fair. Either way, Bruce met you when Poppy, Bruce, and Branch came back to Rhonda after a successful mission and a dance number about Brozone being back. You were sat in the driver's seat, mindlessly shuffling a deck of cards; You had been asked if you would like to join the three, mostly by Poppy and JD, but you had declined as you weren't much of a people person. It's what drew you to JD at first, when you heard he was going solo around the globe in a 'soul-searching' journey. You asked more about it and slowly the two of you had grown closer than you ever thought would be possible. As such, you always tended to miss him dearly when he stepped off Rhonda. And, subsequently, is why you bounded onto your feet when you heard the door open. You didn't even mind that the deck of cards had spilt all over the floor as you heard your boyfriends all too familiar voice shout, "Honey, we're home!" Which was followed by a confused new voice, "Honey?" "You'll get used to it." And Branch's snarky comeback. They had managed to grab Spruce, no doubt, thanks to the post card. Yet, before JD could introduce you both, he had to take care of the loving and attentive girlfriend that had appeared right in front of him; Grabbing both his hands and welcoming him back with a big smile, while also accidentally stopping those from behind JD; Who had to awkwardly shuffle around the two of you. "What did you do?" JD quipped, smirking down at you with a curious look. He hadn't notice the stack of playing cards that had been left on the ground yet, which Poppy had began to pick up out of habit. "Nothing! I just missed you." Branch, standing next to Bruce, could swear he could see the definition of heart eyes in your eyes. He wasn't sure if he was actually happy for his brother, or a little grossed out, or jealous, or all the above with some plausible explanation for his emotions that he didn't feel like going into. JD, having forgotten that you two had company over, was quick to scoop you up into his arms, as he usually did when you greeted him back home. His arms rested under your thighs, supporting you as you sat on his forearms, and as you wrapped your arms around his neck while your legs wrapped around his waist. There was something always so peaceful yet exciting being this close to JD; Being able to clearly see his eyes, as you cupped his cheeks and leaned down to connect your foreheads. You were able to smell his cologne, which you swore you could get drunk off of. You could just feel his warmth and be able to take a moment to stop and breath and remember that he's here and he isn't going anywhere. You could just, be; Be here with JD and not have to worry about anything. And the way that JD tightened his hold, the way he looked back up at you with adoration... you knew he wouldn't have it any other way. Even if you almost kicked him out of his own bus one time because he was being a pain in your ass. A cough from Branch, and awing from Poppy, snapped you both out of your love-drunk dazes. Causing you to sit up properly and glance over at the company, all the while you kept JD's cheeks cupped with your hands and he couldn't really tilt his head to see everyone. "You both are!... adorable!" Poppy shouted, bouncing on her toes as she held onto Branch's arm. You couldn't help but laugh as her reaction, noticing that she was refraining from shaking Branch with all her might.
"Yeah, very cute." Sarcasm leaked out of Branch, "But have you both realized we've been standing here for a minute? We need to go out and look for Clay so we can save Floyd!- Yet, Bruce only patted Branch on the shoulder, "Calm down, Bitty B! I wanna meet JD's partner." Along with giving you both a smile as you slide out of JD's arms and onto the floor. At least, you were attempting to do so, but JD only tightened his hold. "Bruce, meet the wifie; Wifie, meet Bruce one of my younger brothers. Good, there you guys meet. Now if you excuse us," And, though Bruce seemed to have wanted to met more, he simply walked away with you still in his arms. Which caused you to flush but laugh, playfully smacking his shoulder and asking what has gotten into him! But, then again, this was your boyfriend and he was usually this selfish with you.
@!; Clay met you in Putt-Putt Village, where you had been convinced by JD to come out with everyone else. He had claimed that it was simply too dark and spooky to let you stay home alone and he couldn't make sure you were properly safe in Rhonda. You tried arguing saying that he's left you in worse conditions, which seemed to get a rile out of Bruce who questioned him what you had meant. It was funny to watch JD sputtering out reasons and excuses and examples, but in the end you decided to join them. It would do you good to get some fresh air after so many hours of basically non-stop traveling. To say you regretted your choice as soon as the clown-head started talking would be an understatement. To say you weren't about to kill JD when gulf balls began to animate and roll around you, was an understatement. To say that you then didn't smack JD behind the head when everything turned out to be alright was... actually, that's not an understatement because that's exactly what you had done. "And you said I wouldn't be safe in Rhonda! When has she ever let me get surrounded by gulf-balls that actually turned out to be Trolls." You had 'scolded' JD as you smacked him behind the head. It wasn't anything hard, just a small one-two to see if he still had some sort of brain in there. JD jerked towards you with the most betrayed look you've every seen him give, "Babe!" JD sputtered, not knowing how to respond to you assault! "I'm about to go back to the trailer." You muttered, a little salty. Crossing your arms you turned away from JD and towards Viva, who was screaming about how the new guests needed friends and milkshakes; Which the other Trolls in the village jumped onto getting. "If you go back I might have to follow you to correct this attituded we're having." JD snirked slyly, crossing his arms as he flashed me a knowing glance. Wiggling his eyebrows and winking playfully, leaving you slightly baffled at his boldness in front of everyone. "JOHN D-" You started, yet was quickly cut off as you hadn't noticed Clay's sudden appearance; or how he had rushed over to say hello to baby Branch and Bruce, giving a lack luster response to JD. That itched you wrong. Sure, you knew JD hadn't been the best to his brothers in their band days but that still gave him no right to look and act like that towards JD. You momentarily forgot JD's comment, or the fact that he probably almost killed you earlier (to which he would rightly remind you about your flare for dramatics, and how much he loved them) and marched over to where Poppy, Branch, and Bruce where. Poppy was attempting to introduce herself to Clay, who stood in front of them, yet you pushed past them and stood as a barrier between the three and Clay; Who gave you a weird look, and was slightly taken a back by your forwardness. "Hel-" Clay tried, but didn't get very far in his greeting. "I'm sorry, I didn't know that you had a stick up your ass that someone needs to remove, Cupcakes." You spat at him as you crossed your arms, shooting him the nastiest glare you could fathom at this point. Which was nasty enough to get both Bruce and Poppy to back up a little, and Poppy to slowly inch Branch away from you and Clay.
Though Branch didn't seem to enjoy the way you were talking to his third eldest brother. He opened his mouth to say something, yet you cut him off, "Furthermore, is that how you're really going to greet your brother after all these years? With plain favoritism to the others despite everything he's had to go through and is trying to actively change because of everything that went wrong, huh?" "Oooh'kay, Babe," JD carefully walked over to you, knowing you were a little on the edge; That and you had smacked him behind the head earlier and he wasn't looking for another one of those. "How about we take a step back and go calm down-" "Nah, Imma beat his ass!" It wasn't the best first meeting you could have had with one of JD's brother, and it also put a little sour kick into the two you had met before, yet it was eventful, that was for sure. Who wouldn't find it eventful for having their older brother's spunky girlfriend almost beat their ass over a few choice words and actions towards him? Yeah... you were going to have to do a little bit of work to mend that with Clay.
@!; You officially, without the fear of him dying or any of the other brothers for that fact, met Floyd before the KISMET and BroZone concert backstage. You were there to support JD, and in turn his brothers. Sure, you had seen and heard all about Floyd before this moment but you weren't exactly sure what to expect from him. Especially since you knew that Clay or at least Bruce or Branch had told Floyd about the whole Clay fiasco on the way back. "You're (Y/N), right?" Floyd's voice from behind you caught your attention despite the current list of groceries you were writing. "Huh?" You muttered at first, having been caught off guard by Floyd's sudden approach. You couldn't help but wonder if he was here for some other reason than first greetings. "Yeah.. that's me... and you're Floyd, right?" Floyd would nod as you set down your pad and pencil on your lap, which was cross-crossed as you sat on the floor. Floyd, still a little worn down from all the talent that was taken from him, joined you on the floor and had decided to sit next to you. You weren't sure why, nor did you completely understand the sudden nerves that had struck in your body. You weren't this nervous when you met any of JD's other brothers; So, how come you were nervous now? Floyd seemed to notice this. His eyebrows frowned up as he smiled softly at you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Hey, I'm not here to scold you if that's what you're expecting." There was a hint of laughter in his voice, "I mean, I know what happened when you first met Clay but that's in the past, yeah? Plus, you were only trying to stand up for JD... which is sweet, I appreciated it." You jerked your head up to look at Floyd, a little baffled that he was so different from his other brothers. Before, you had been nervously fiddling with your notepad and pencil, unable to form a word to say to him. Yet, he seemed to somehow calm your nerves. Not instantly, like JD had always managed to do, but slowly with a firm reassurance. "Oh," You mouthed, before smiling, "Yeah, I still don't think I've made that up to Clay yet. I mean," You paused for a second, "I did kind of almost attack him just because he rolled his eyes at JD. It struck a wrong cord with me." Floyd chuckled, "Hey, don't worry, I get it. I always get that icky feeling whenever my brothers fight, but that's just how they are." "A ragtag team of brothers who both love yet hate each other at the exact same time?" You joked, cocking up an eyebrow. "And yet, we wouldn't have it any other way." Floyd replied with a smile, turning to look at his other brothers, who were all warming up and stretching. You glanced down at your notepad, reading the list of groceries you would need to get for the bus when JD and you set off again. There wasn't many placed to stop and get food on the road, unless you and JD gathered and hunted. "Hey, I don't know if anyone has told you this.." Floyd snapped you out of your thoughts again, "But thank you." You were baffled, "Thank you?" "Thank you," Floyd shrugged his shoulders, but his smile was so genuine and sweet. "For being there for John Dory when we weren't. For helping him at his lowest. You know, he talks a lot about you when you're not around and I don't think I would want any other Troll to be with JD than you. Welcome to the family, Sister-in-law." Floyd held out a fist bump, though knew you might need a minute by the tears welling in your eyes.
You had told yourself many, many years ago (when you first got with JD and heard about his band days) that you would never pick a favorite brother of his; Just incase it would cause some sort of family drama to arise. You didn't exactly have siblings, so you didn't really know what they fought about and what they didn't. So you told yourself if you ever met the brothers you would do your best to quell anything that came up. Yet, Floyd was making this very difficult right now... "JOHN DORY FLOYD IS MY FAVORITE BROTHER!" You rushed out, snagging Floyd's wrist and shoving it up in the air; To which he yelped, not having expected such a sudden reaction. John Dory, peaking in front backstage, stared for a moment. He hadn't fully heard you, but was able to quickly piece together what you had said: "WHAT?! BABE I'M MEANT TO BE YOUR FAVORITE!" "I don't make the rules JD, maybe you shouldn't have almost killed me!" "IT WAS ONE TIME AND NOTHING HAPPENED!" "Should have let me stay with Rhonda." You playfully shook your head towards your boyfriend, who stood in the doorway completely baffled and a little butt hurt. But, you couldn't help but laugh as his goofy expression, absolutely loving every part of him; His grumpy sides, his loving sides, and even his down-right baffled and confused sides.
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marauders era p links pt. 3

this oneâs for the gays and the girls
as always, twt p0rn after the cut
check out: part 1, part 2
links not working for you? check this post
the straight section
james potter
james sending you this while youâre at work
james fucking you in the middle of the night
james making a mess of you with just his fingers
james taking care of you after a long week
james eating you out in the dorms while the boys are out
showing james what a vibrator is making him cum until heâs crying
james eating you out until youâre crying
taking care of james after a long week at work
regulus black
regulus playing with you before your friends come over
riding regulus until heâs a mess
grinding on regulusâ cock until you come
jerking eachother off after a long day
making sub regulus come all over himself
regulus drooling over himself while eating you out
eating regulus out after he begged you for months to do it
regulus sending you this after waking up and finding out you had gone to work
remus lupin
professor lupin fucking you in his lap
remus eating you out till youâre crying
pre full moon remus punishing you
remus making him girl feel good
remus fucking you with his fat cock
finally getting professor lupine cock after seducing him for months
remus stretching open your ass
barty crouch jr
barty making a mess of you with just his fingers
thigh fucking barty
presenting yourself for barty to fuck you
barty fucking you like a whore
barty leashing you up and fucking into his little pet
barty fingering you until your shaking
barty jerking off like a desperate whore while he eats you out
sirius black
sirius claiming you as his
sirius after finding out what sex toys are
sirius fucking you into the mattress
sirius making his girl feel good
overstimulating sirius <3
riding siriusâ face
sirius fucking your ass cleft to tease you
evan rosier
evan recording himself fucking you to an inch of your life
evan fucking you after a night out
sneaking off from your boyfriend to finally get fucked properly
evan filling up both of your holes
etc.
getting both of your holes fucked by remus and sirius
barty fucking lilyâs throat
having the marauders down every single hole in your body
double penetration with barty and evan
having a 3some with lily and barty
barty and pandora having quality time <3
barty treating lily like a slut
the wlw section
pandora lovegood
pandora grinding herself on you
riding doraâs cunt as she drips all over you
mary macdonald
riding mary after a night out
mary showing you how to eat pussy
mary dripping all over herself and sending you this
lily evans
lily sending you this while youâre on holiday
hooking up with lily instead of going to class
lily dripping all over her fingers
riding lilys pussy until you come
marlene mckinnon
marlene sending you a video of her fucking herself
eating marlene out in the middle of an elevator
marlene worshipping your tits
dorcas meadows
dorcas treating her girl right
what cooking together actually ends up like
dorcas proving how good her mouth is
date nights with cas
lily x mary
lily and mary making use of an empty dorm
the mlm section
remus x sirius
remus swallowing siriusâ cock whole
sirius treating remus right on holiday
mutual masturbation.
evan x barty
barty bouncing on evanâs cock like a good boy
evan fucking barty slowly to punish him
evan fucking barty before heâs even really awake (consensual obv)
evan teasing barty with toys for hours before taking after him when theyâre done
barty x sirius
barty and siriusâ filthy spit kink. (i deeply apologise for the weird stare down to the camera in this)
james x regulus
james worshipping regulusâ cock
james fucking regulus into the mattress before the cityâs even fully woken up
james sitting on regulusâ face
james easing his cock into (trans) regulus
jegulus every morning
james stealing regulus away after quidditch practise
james showing stripper!regulus what itâs like to actually get fucked
barty x regulus
regulus being a good boy for barty
evan x james
evan and james having fun while their boyfriends are away (also fucking)
evan showing james how to get fucked properly
james x sirius
james and sirius literally after one drink
evan x barty x regulus x james
james getting treated like a whore with 3 cocks
james potter
james ditching studying to slut you up instead
sirius black
sirius proving what a good boy he can be (when thereâs finally a cock down his throat)
evan rosier
evan showing whoâs boss (with his massive cock)
evan fucking regulus after he was being a needy whore all night
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as always, let me know if any links arenât working! requests are open for specific vids (canât guarantee i will find it but i will try my hardest)
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PJO/HoO/ToA characters as things my younger sister has said
Percy Jackson: âI love the ocean even though I am very much aware of how easily that big blue bastard could kill me. â
Annabeth Chase: âTalk to me once you have a better brain. â
Grover Underwood: âLEAVE. THE. TREE. ALONE. â
Thalia Grace: âI know itâs like 10 million degrees outside but I need to wear my leather jacket. Itâs my thing, okay?! â
Rachel Elizabeth Dare: âCanât these hands just cooperate for a few minutes? I just want to art!â
Luke Castellan: âShit. This was a bad idea but itâs too late to back out now.â
Jason Grace: âTake my compliment before I punch you.â
Leo Valdez: âListen this sounds crazy but I am fifty percent sure it will work.â
Piper Mclean: âI just want to be able to make men fall to their knees at the mere sight of me, is that too much to ask?â
Hazel Levesque: âIs it really that bad to curse people?â
Frank Zhang: âI wish I was a cat. They live the good life.â
Reyna Avila Arellano Ramirez: â*deep dramatic sigh of pure suffering*â
Nico di Angelo: âI havenât slept in three days and I havenât died yet. Thatâs a new record.â
Will Solace: âIf youâre bleeding that much, youâre as good as dead.â
Apollo/Lester Papadopoulos: â*high bird-like screeching*â
Meg McCaffrey: âHurt that flower and Iâm stabbing you with my shovel, bitch.â
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What do you do when faced with the God of the Sea?? You flirt mercilessly
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i found a pose reference on pinterest and it reminded me of that one scene from wottg so i did the âtv showâ version and the âbookâ version

this is the scene

this is the pose
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We love third wheel grover

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(đŻđąđąđą.) đđ°đđđđŹ đ°đąđđĄ đ©đŁđš đđĄđđ«đđđđđ«đŹ
content summary: foreshadowing lukeâs death, luke is NOT catching a break i swear đđ, shading of percabeth, sassy!clarisse, overdramatic!clarisse, y/n is pining over clarisse (RIGHTFULLY SO), clueless!clarisse, offended!percy, y/n coming for chrisâ NECK, y/n is ABSOLUTELY brutal towards chris
helping palestine đ”đž
masterlist
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"I Fear He might be Beast.. or a Troll."

A Telemachus x Princess!Reader requested by: @luckywitchsong
Summary : You a Princess is scared, for you do not know who the identity of your fiance. Word Count : 1296 Credits to @bernardsbendystraws for the dividers
âYou are to marry the son of Queen Penelope PerĂphron and King Odysseus the Polytropos. In three months, you will be sent to Ithaca.â
â° â° â°
You sit in your bedroom, filled with the golden glow of Apollonâs light, its warmth wrapping around you like a warm embrace. Yet, in stark contrast, your mind is a cold wasteland, destroyed by a swirling tornado of thoughts about who this man could be.
You try to think positively, You know your parents! There's no way they would marry you off to a man with no class, he must be a kind man. Not like those rude men in stories. The ones who are usually nobilityâentitled, arrogant⊠and unhygienic. Oh gods.
You stand up and start frantically pacing around the room, thinking about who this mystery fiancĂ© could be. What is he like? Is he really like a manchild like you thought he would be or could he be the opposite?Â
A long sigh leaves your lungs as you lean on the balcony, you can only wait until the fates weave you and your future (hopefully kind) husband together.Â
Meanwhile, In a distant land, a young prince gazes out towards the horizonÂ
The Prince sighs, longingly staring out to the sea, his elbows perched on the balcony's railings. He leans onto his hand as he daydreams about his future bride.
His parents had described his bride-to-be as a kind woman. Now, he wasn't foolish; he knew his parents understood what they were doing when choosing a bride whose kingdom's assets could benefit Ithaca. Yet, doubt remained. What if this woman was not what his parents had described?
But⊠she could be kind and intelligent⊠The thought of him marrying an intelligent and beautiful girl made his stomach burst with butterflies.
âOh Lady Aphrodite, guide me⊠â
3 months laterâŠ.
Your ship arrived in Ithaca under the cover of night. The guards on duty had orders to provide temporary shelter for you and your companions if arrival occurred during the sleeping hours, ensuring a place to rest until morning.
You lay awake in your bed, unable to sleep as your thoughts are consumed by the identity of who youâre marrying.
These thoughts lead you to the Palaceâs gardens, trying to find some comfort in this unfamiliar place. Itâs coldâ very cold, you rub your hands together in an attempt to generate heat but to no avail.
This weather is not helping your nerves. Mentally preparing yourself, you raise your palms upwards and pray to the Goddess of MarriageÂ
Hear me, Queen of the Deathless Gods,Â
Consort to the Mighty Zeus
and Goddess of Marital Union, â-
â--- My Lady what are you doing..?â You turn around and see a young man with leaves in his hair and a blue blanket wrapped around his frame. You look at the man from the side of your eye. âNothing.â You say in response, getting back to your prayer.
I seek your wisdom and guidance.
Please grant me a good husband.
A husband who is loyalâ âMy lady⊠while praying to the Gods is important, I feel as though that the God or Goddess you are praying to will be much happier if you werenât shivering while praying..âÂ
âI am not shivering.â You say as your shoulders shake from the chill of the wind. You raise your palms up to continue praying.
A husband who isâ âBut, you are... Shiveringâ
You let out an annoyed exhale, âI am not.âÂ
âYou areâŠâ
âI am not!âÂ
âYou are!â
âSorry Queen Hera, I fear my prayer will have to wait.â You internally pray as you lower your palms.Â
You turn around, annoyed; and raise an eyebrow at the man. âGood Evening umâ Ithaca has harsh winds this time of year, I recommend you come back inside where it is warmer, or atleast have something to keep you warmâŠâ He says as he offers his blue blanket to you.
You furrow your brows in suspicion, slowly backing away from the mysterious man. âIâm quite alright thank youâŠâ but then suddenly, a wave of cold air washes over the palace. You shiver and instinctively hug yourself with your arms to shield yourself from the cold.
The young man walks beside you and offers the blanket again. âYou say you donât need it but your shaking shoulders tell me otherwise; please take it, I insist.âÂ
You shakily reach out and take the blanket, wrapping it around your shoulders. âThank you,â You whisper. âFor the blanketâŠâ
You and the man stare out into the horizon, Seleneâs moon casting an ethereal glow onto Poseidonâs deep blue sea.
âYour hands were stretched out⊠Were you praying?â âYes.â
In the corner of your eye, you see him turn to you. âWhy?â He asks.
âWell thatâs oddly personal.â You look him up and down. âNone of your business.â
You and the man stiffly stare back out into the distance, the whooshing of waves filling the awkward silence. You tiredly sigh, maybe you shouldnât have responded rudely. âBecause I am afraid, I am afraid of who or what he is, my parents have not told me any details of who he is.â
Your hands grip onto the blanket tighter. âI am afraid of my future, women who are often in arranged marriages tend to have husbands that are⊠goblinsâŠâÂ
âA goblin?â He asks, âor a brute.âÂ
He raises an eyebrow and clicks his tongue in thought. âWho are we speaking of?â
âThe prince.â
âNot a peep of information from my mother and father, clearly they are hiding the fact that the Prince is a goblin or a brute.â
He smirks. âUnderstood.â
You gasp, a metaphorical candle lighting up above you. âMaybe you could assist me in running away from my fate!âÂ
âA question please my Ladyâ you do not like brutes or.. Goblins? Does looks happen to be an important quality in marrying you..?â
âI do not care what he looks like, what I donât like is having no knowledge of my future husband. Nowââ
You walk along the side of the palace and spot a horse with a saddle on it. âDo you see that horse over there? By the torch? With your help I believe I could escape my goblin husband!â
âYou want me to help you run to that horse so you may escapeâŠ?â
âI quite literally just said that.â
âWon't your entourage notice your absence?âÂ
You wave your hand âI shall worry about that later, nowâ make haste!âÂ
He breathes out and shakes his head. âI⊠have no desire to help you.â
You raise your eyebrows and stare at him in disbelief. âI am a maiden in need of saving.. You refuse? You refuse to help a maiden in distress?âÂ
âI refuse when that maiden in distress is trying to horsenap a horse so that she won't have to marry meâŠâ He says softly, a soft smile gracing his features. âHello ____.âÂ
A crashing tsunami of realization hurls into you. âOh gods⊠Forgive me my Princeâ I did not know..â You attempt a bow but he stops you in your tracks.
âPlease, Call me Telemachusâ He softly holds your shoulders, guiding your posture so that you would face him. âNot âMy Princeâ or âYour Majestyâ Only⊠Telemachus.âÂ
âPlease Your Majestyââ âTelemachus.â He corrects you.
You cough to clear your throat. âTelemachus forgive me, If I had known that you were my fianceââ âYou wouldâve what? Not have told me your plans that you would steal a horse..?âÂ
â....Well yes.â You say, He chuckles in response. âI deeply apologize, Your Majesty.â âTelemachus⊠well yesâ âyour Majestyâ but to you..? Always just⊠Telemachus.âÂ
You exhale 3 months of anxiousness, what-ifs, and fears out of your body. He wasnât a brute after all. He was just Telemachus.
A/N : Chapter 2 of my series "For the queen" will come out soon (not rlly soon but it is in the works!) sorry for not posting guys school has rlly been hectic lately.
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Odysseus all places he would fuck when đđ/silly
A/n: Me vibrating with excitement because I have been waiting for this.

Odysseusâ Favorite Places He and His Wife Have Had Sex
(Because Even the Cunning King of Ithaca Has Weaknesses⊠and His Wife Is the Greatest of Them All.)
From the moment Odysseus took you as his wife, you knew patience would be required. He was a man of sharp wit, endless charm, and the kind of arrogance that came naturally to someone favored by the gods.
But beneath all of that?
He was devoted. Fiercely. Unrelentingly.
To Ithaca. To his people.
And most of allâto you.
And gods help him, he could never keep his hands off you.
1. Your Wedding Night â The First Time He Claimed You As His Own
Odysseus had never believed in fate.
He had always believed in cleverness, in shaping his own destiny, in finding the path no one else could see.
But then he met you.
And suddenly, fate didnât seem so ridiculous after all.
On the night of your wedding, after the celebration had faded, after the guests had drunk themselves into contented sleep, he had taken your hand and led you to his chambers.
And for the first timeâOdysseus, the man who always had a plan, had no idea what he was doing.
Not when it came to you.
Because you were different.
You were his.
And as he undressed youâslowly, reverently, as if he were unwrapping the most sacred of treasuresâhe realized he had never wanted anything more in his life.
The first time he made love to you, it was slow. Deep. A vow in the form of touch.
Your fingers had tangled in his hair, your breaths had mingled between kisses, and the moment you gasped his nameâhe was gone.
Gone for you. Gone forever.
And in that moment, he knewâ
No matter what war, what storm, what trial the gods threw at him⊠he would always find his way back to you.
2. The Olive Grove â Where He Learned to Worship You With More Than Words
Odysseus was not a simple man.
But his love for you?
That was simple.
It was in the way he reached for you without thinking. The way he let his fingers drift along your skin, even in the presence of others. The way he always returned to your arms after a long day, as if the weight of ruling Ithaca meant nothing once he was touching you.
And sometimes, his love for you turned into something he could not control.
Like the evening he found you walking alone in the olive groves, your hands skimming the silver-green leaves, your dress flowing around you like some kind of divine vision.
You had turned to him with a teasing smile, eyes full of mischief.
âAre you following me, my love?â
Odysseus had not even bothered to deny it.
You had expected a witty remark. A playful response.
Instead, he had kissed you.
Hard.
You had barely had a moment to gasp before he pressed you against the trunk of an ancient olive tree, his lips tracing the line of your throat, his hands pushing aside the soft fabric of your gown.
âWe shouldnât,â you had whispered breathlessly, but your arms had already wrapped around him, pulling him closer.
Odysseus had laughed against your skin.
âYou knew what would happen the moment you smiled at me like that.â
And then he had worshiped you, right there, beneath the trees that had stood for centuries.
The gods had surely been watching.
And Odysseus hadnât cared, because feeling you come undone by a few thrusts was everything.
3. The Palace Balcony â When He Needed to Prove You Were Still His
Odysseus was not a jealous man.
But he was possessive.
You were his. His wife. His queen. His breath and his heart and his home.
So when a visiting noble looked at you too long, let his compliments drip too sweetly into conversationâ
Odysseus had remained calm.
Outwardly.
But later that night, as he pulled you onto the stone balcony that overlooked the sea, his hands gripping your waist with something close to desperation, you had known.
He needed to remind you.
Remind himself.
That you belonged to him as much as he belonged to you.
His kisses had been rougher that night, his hands pulling at your clothes with less patience than usual.
And when he took youâpushed against the balcony railing, the night wind cool against your fevered skin, his name gasped between your parted lips.
He made sure you felt him everywhere.
Made sure you knew that no man could ever touch you the way he did.
The sea had stretched endlessly beyond the cliffs.
But all he had cared about was you.
4. The Battlefield Tent â The Night Before War Took Him Away
War had always been Odysseusâ curse.
He had never wanted it. Never craved it the way Ares did.
But it had come for him anyway.
And the night before he sailed to Troy, before ten years of war would steal him away from you, he had needed you.
Needed to remember the way you felt beneath him, the way your body fit against his, the way you whispered his name like it was both a prayer and a command.
So that night, in the privacy of his tent, with only the flickering oil lamps casting shadows against the canvasâ
Odysseus had made love to you like a dying man reaching for his final taste of paradise.
And when it was over, when your fingers traced the muscles of his back, when your lips pressed against his shoulder in silent understanding, he had promisedâ
âI will return to you.â
Because no war, no gods, no storm could keep him from you.
And he had kept that promise.
Even if it had taken him twenty years to do it.
And his favorite Places you two have had sex after his return home.
(Because After Twenty Years, the King of Ithaca Had A Lot of Time to Make Up For.)
Odysseus had dreamed of this.
For twenty long years.
Through war, through storms, through gods and monstersâhe had clung to the memory of you.
But memories had never been enough.
Not when he had spent nights reaching for you, only to find empty air.
Not when he had whispered your name into the wind, hoping the gods would carry it back to you.
But now?
Now, he was home.
And he was never letting you go again.
1. The Marriage Bed â Where He Needed You First
He had built this bed.
With his own hands. With his own sweat. A piece of himself woven into every fiber of it.
And for twenty years, it had remained untouched.
Just as you had.
So it was only fitting that the first place he took you again was the same place he had last held you.
That night, it was slow.
It was gentle.
Not because he did not burn for you, but because he needed to savor it.
Needed to map your body with his hands, his lips, his breath, relearning every curve, every sound, every way you responded to him.
Needed to feel you, flesh and warmth and devotion, to remind himself that this was real.
That he was real.
That he had made it back to you.
You had gasped his name between kisses. Had tangled your fingers into his hair, pulled him closer, as if afraid he would vanish again.
He had whispered promises against your skinâones that had no need for words.
And when you had come undone beneath him, when your breath had hitched and your body had trembled
He had followed, his hands gripping your waist, his forehead pressing against yours as if grounding himself in the very thing he had fought for.
You.
Always you.
He may have been covered in blood but that did not matter to you because your husband was home.
2. The Throne Room â Where He Took You as His Queen
The suitors were dead.
Their blood had been washed away. Their bodies dragged from the palace.
And yetâOdysseus still felt their presence.
Still felt their lingering trespass in his home, in the halls that had belonged to him and him alone.
Most of all, they had dared to exist near you.
And that?
That, he could not abide.
So as you stood in the throne room that evening, watching the last traces of war fade from your home, he came to you.
âYou are mine,â he murmured against your ear, voice dark, rough, full of something deep and primal.
You shivered beneath his touch, but you did not stop him.
Because you understood.
Odysseus had reclaimed his throne. Now, he needed to reclaim you.
There, against the very seat of his powerâhe pressed you against the throne and took you as his queen.
It was not gentle.
It was not patient.
It was desperate, possessive, a silent declaration that you belonged to no one else.
That no manâmortal or godâcould ever take you from him.
Your nails raked down his back. Your lips bruised against his.
And when he finally collapsed against you, breath ragged, his arms trembling around youâ
He knew.
He had conquered many things.
But you would always be his greatest victory.
3. The Shoreline â Where He Marked You Beneath the Stars
The sea had tried to keep him from you.
For ten years, Poseidon had raged, had thrown him to the mercy of the tides, had cursed him with loss after loss.
So Odysseus found it only fitting that he take you beneath the very stars that had guided him home.
You had been walking along the shoreline, barefoot, your dress flowing around you in the wind, looking like something out of a dream.
Odysseus had been watching.
Always watching.
He had waited long enough.
He had come up behind you, his hands sliding along your waist, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
And when you had leaned into him, sighing softlyâ
That was it.
He had guided you down onto the soft sand, his body covering yours, his mouth sealing away whatever protest you might have given.
And there, beneath the endless sky, with the waves lapping at the shoreâ
He made love to you.
Your back against the earth, his hands gripping your thighs, your hips, keeping you steady as he drove into you.
The rhythm of the ocean matching the rhythm of his thrustsâ
The sea could have raged. The gods could have watched.
Slow at first, teasing, making you begâ
And then faster, rougher, until all you could do was cry out his name.
And when it was over, when your bodies were spent, tangled together in the warm sandâ
Odysseus didnât care.
Because for the first time in twenty years, he was exactly where he was meant to be.
With you
He had kissed your forehead, chuckling softly, murmuring, âI should bring you here more often.â
And he had..
4. The Olive Grove â Where He Worshiped You Again
Odysseus had taken you here before.
Years ago, before war and fate had stolen him away, he had pressed you against these very trees, whispered filthy promises against your skin, laughed as he undid you beneath the cover of green leaves.
It was only fair that he do it again.
Only this timeâit was different.
Because now, there was no guarantee of tomorrow.
Now, he knew what it was to lose you.
So when he took you there again, it was reverent.
It was not rushed.
It was Odysseus, pressing worship into your skin, hands memorizing every inch of you like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to this world.
He had groaned your name against your throat, had kissed you until your knees buckled, had held you up as he sank into you, slow and deep and unyielding.
And when you had whispered his name, breathless, undone.
He had answered with a vow.
âI will never leave you again.â
5:The Throne Room (again) Because He Likes to Remind You That He Is King
Odysseus is a man of power, a man of command.
And some nights, he enjoys reminding you exactly who he is.
The first time had been unplanned.
You had been sitting on his throne, draped in his cloak, waiting for him.
When he walked in, his gaze darkened instantly.
âYou look far too comfortable there,â he had murmured, stepping closer, his voice rich with heat and something dangerous.
And before you could tease him back, before you could move.
He was on you.
His hands were gripping your thighs, pulling you forward, making you gasp.
His mouth was hot against your neck, against your collarbone, against the swell of your breastsâ
And then, he was inside you, pressing you down into the throne, moving deep and unrelenting.
His lips brushed your ear, whispering, âYou may sit upon my throne, but I will always rule you.â
And the moment you moaned at his words, tightening around him, trembling beneath himâ
He had growled in approval, claiming you again and again.
Afterward, when you were panting against his chest, your body boneless, your lips swollen, tremors still hitting you.
He had leaned back, smirking. âPerhaps I should let you sit on my throne more often."
6. The Bedchamber â Where He Loved You As a Husband, Not a King
Odysseus was a king.
A warrior. A tactician. A man who had fought against fate and won.
But here, in your arms, he was none of those things.
He was just a man.
Just yours.
This was the last place.
The one that mattered most.
Because here, it was not about reclaiming or proving or marking.
It was just about loving.
And gods, he loved you.
So when he pulled you into his arms that night, pressing you into the softest of linens, tangling himself with you beneath the warm glow of the fireâ
He didnât rush.
Didnât devour.
Didnât conquer.
He just loved you.
For every night he had missed.
For every kiss he had been denied.
For every whispered promise he had wanted to give but couldnât.
And when he finally collapsed beside you, arms still wrapped around you, your heartbeat steady against his chest.
For the first time in twenty years, Odysseus felt at peace.
Because he was finally, finally home.
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Cloudyseidon Ep. 2 The little Cloud found a new owner, but Ody doesn't agree. Odysseus, Penelope and little Poseidon are in @neal-illustrator design!
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Cloudyseidon, first encounter! And apparently he's with Odysseus and Telemachus D: Ody's design and ofc also Poseidon is in the design of neal-illustrator!
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Cloudyseidon Ep. 4
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Isn't Captain Fluffy cute with his lil plushie? Poseidon, Odysseus and Penelope are ofc in @neal-illustrator design!
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POSEIDON DESING??
I also owe you all an apology for the old design I made of Poseidon. I have to admit that when I was working on his face, I got lazy and left out all the details I had planned to add. But hereâs my original idea :3
My design is heavily influenced by Laritamiauuâs work, but thatâs their fault for making me watch them animate Get in the Water 24/7
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POSEIDON (and Jay) part 2
Ody!Jay AU || Part 1
It is from my AU where Jay is the reincarnation of Odysseus and Poseidon is still afraid of him XD
Also inspire by Steven's video and a Jay reel. No me termina de convencer los colores de mi PoseidĂłn, puede que lo cambie.
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