#also who is telling luke his shoes are gone

[princess-from-another-galaxy]

Just saw episode 7, and I have a LOT of thoughts!!

1) Percy meeting his half-brother was so weird, like bro was creepy 😭 (was that the actor who played death on Supernatural???) Annabeth sassing him was hilarious

2) Annabeth giving Grover the ball to calm down, Percy reassuring him there was no issue with him losing the pearl, Grover insisting that they're still going to get his mom 🥺🥺, I love their friendship

3) I can't imagine how hard bing a single mom of a demigod (especially a forbidden one) must be, Sally is so strong. And baby Percy thinking she wanted to get rid of him, my heart can't handle this 😭. Sally and Poseidon were so cute... Like I have no words, they didn't even look at each other and yet I still felt all of the chemistry!! 😭

4) What was Annabeth's regret???? I hope we find out next season!

5)Speaking of Annabeth, her petting Cerberus into submission and playing fetch with him!! God, that was so cool and cute!!! I love her!!

6) kronos was planning everything all along!!!!!! Amazing!! I did not see that coming! But since he is trapped in Tartarus who did steal the bolt (and helm apparently)??? Was it Ares?? Clarisse?? I'm guessing we're finding out next season!

7) Speaking of, I loved the way that Percy was so smart, he was able to connect Ares story with Hades's speech and figure out it was Kronos! Amazing!!

8) A daughter of Athena telling a son of Poseidon that she trusts Poseidon, what if I kms????? 😭😭😭

9) I expected Hades to be scary, but he was just some funny fruity little dude, love that for him! His wife is staying with her mom and he's lonely, so he talks to the statue of his sister in law, love that for him 😭

10) I am so excited for the battle with Ares!!!!! Let's go!!! (God of War vs 12 year old kid who hates authority and is done with this shit; who will win?! Place your bets now, folks!)

[kamaluhkhan]

COMPLICATED

LUST — part iv of we'll write sins not tragedies

pairing: luke castellan x nemesis! reader (afab) word count: 8.9k summary: the lives of demigods are never simple. why would your relationship with luke be any different? or: four moments of tension + one moment of release. featuring a trip to montauk with percy, grover, and annabeth warnings: a decent amount of reader backstory (mention of dad having cancer); multiple POVs (percy, grover, annabeth, luke, reader - obv nothing suggestive/smutty until luke and reader POV); luke + reader get into arguments and are v stressed so their relationship is a bit strained; reader has tattoos; reader is on birth control; rough smut (protected + unprotected p in v, oral f+m receiving, biting, scratching, slight choking, slight breeding kink, etc...); also slight dark + possessive luke! (18 + MDNI); major angst — we all know how this story ends ;( author's note: this was meant to be a blurb but...here we are! this is basically another chapter of my spill ur guts series lol. i've been gone for much longer than i planned to, but hope u enjoy possibly the angstiest, smuttiest thing i've written so far ♡

♪ "complicated" by avril lavigne

i. 

in the span of a few minutes, percy went from pure joy — being greeted with cheers from all the campers was great, sure, but truthfully the hug from annabeth alone sent him to elysium — to feeling like his heart dropped all the way to tartarus.

which is definitely not a place percy ever wants to visit again. he was happy to be back at camp with his friends, knowing that his quest was completed, his mom was safe in new york, and a war between the gods was prevented.

it should be over….but there’s something in the back of percy’s mind that’s telling him it isn’t. seeing a certain someone in the crowd earlier didn’t do anything to ease that feeling.

"can someone explain to me why clarisse is still here?" 

you raise an eyebrow at luke, and he shrugs in response.  it seems neither of you had decided who should break the news, and neither of you seem particularly excited to do so, even after dragging percy, along with annabeth and grover, into the empty hermes cabin for some privacy.

after another beat of silence, you take the lead.

“look, kid, i know you and clarisse got off to a rocky start —”

“she tried to drown me, and then basically kill me during capture the flag,” percy points out. he hears an ocean roaring at the memory, but that could have also been from his duel with clarisse’s dad, the god of war, more recently.

a duel that percy had won, for the record. luke trained him well.

“and i’m not defending that,” you clarify. “i’m just saying that we’ve known clarisse for much longer. she’s not perfect, maybe a bit aggressive sometimes — trust me, she and i have had some major disagreements, too — but i can’t see her doing something like this.”

“why would anyone at camp want to steal the bolt? to join kronos’ army against the gods?” annabeth wonders. to herself or to the group, percy isn’t sure, but he has a feeling that the wheels in her mind are turning.

“revenge, maybe?” grover suggests. 

almost instinctively, grover glances at you, and so does annabeth. percy wants to kick himself for doing the same. 

with you being the daughter of nemesis, he imagines that it's not the first time you’d been blamed for something just because of who you are. it’s a feeling percy knows all too well. and, for better or for worse, like percy, it seems like you’re not one to accept these things without a fight.

you straighten your shoulders, ready to snap back, but before you can, luke declares:

“it’s not her.”

he then knocks the toe of his shoe against your combat boot. you smile and return the gesture. the tension eases out of the room.

for a second, percy wonders if he’ll ever have someone like that: someone to defend like it’s second nature, to share that sort of secret language with, to smile at him like nothing else in the world matters. 

according to annabeth, the two of you weren’t technically dating — but percy is pretty sure that aphrodite is swooning over you. 

“see, grove? if camp half-blood’s golden boy can vouch for me, then i’m in the clear.” your tone is playful enough — no hard feelings — but the tips of grover’s ears still turn red. “i didn’t steal the bolt. sure, the gods and titans can tear each other apart for all i care — " 

annabeth stiffens at your bold statement, and grover starts to nervously chew on an empty diet coke can he had stashed in his pocket. luke watches you with the hint of a smile on his face, and percy —

well, percy can’t help but admire you even more. 

"— but it's everything else that i have an issue with.”

“everything else?”

you look at percy like the answer is obvious. 

“when have the gods ever fought their battles without us as collateral damage? doesn’t seem worth it to me, to betray my friends.” 

that itch in the back of percy’s brain gets harder to ignore.

“the oracle warned me, betrayed by a friend.” 

“prophecies don't always come true,” annabeth reminds him. “at least not in the way we expect them to.” 

“annie is right,” luke adds, nodding at his sister. “mine didn't. the oracle said i would die a hero.” 

you turn to luke then, your eyebrows furrowed. 

“what? you never told me that.” 

“it doesn’t matter,” luke insists. “my point is that i came back from my joke of a quest, alive and a definitely not a hero —”

“fuck what the oracle said.” you roll your eyes. “dead or alive, you are a hero, tiger.”

you move to place a hand on luke’s arm. to percy’s surprise, though, luke brushes you off.

“i’m not a hero. at least not the one my dad expects me to be.”

again, percy is taken aback by how luke snapped, at you of all people. you huff, and percy can tell that you’re a bit agitated now, too. 

“okay, but that doesn’t mean —”

“my point is.” luke turns to percy, effectively blocking your presence for the time being. “you completed your quest, fought a god, and stalled kronos’ plan. you’ve been through it — all three of you have — but now you’re back. let’s just enjoy the rest of our summer, yeah? whatever happened out there, whatever the oracle said, it’s in the past.”

percy wants to believe luke, he really does. one glance in your direction, and it seems like you do, too.

deep down, though, percy isn’t entirely convinced. there’s that dread in the pit of his stomach, that voice in the back of his head. something in him, warning that this isn’t quite over. the worst has yet to come.

he wonders if — or maybe just hopes — you feel the same.

—

ii.

if you of all people can’t get luke’s attention, grover is pretty sure that the world is ending.

“luke,” you try again, foregoing your usual nickname for him. your arms are crossed and you tap your foot against the floor. it makes grover slightly anxious, feeling your frustration threaten to boil over.

“i’m busy,” he grunts, and flips over another page, scribbling something on the other side. 

“grover wanted to talk to us about something.”

“i-it’s fine, we don’t have to —”

“no, it’s a good idea, grove,” you insist. you smile at grover then. he remembers that, despite the deadly glares you can deliver, like the one you were just giving luke, you have a gentle core. you just guard it behind sharp edges. 

“tell him that i’ll talk to him later.”

“or, you could tell him yourself,” you huff. grover waves awkwardly, even though luke doesn’t realize what’s happening. “he’s right next to me.”

luke looks up briefly, and then back down at the pages in front of him just as quick. he looks tired, exhausted even. 

“sorry, man. didn’t see you there. i gotta finish these reports.”

“no worries. i tend to be quiet on my hooves.”

in the moment of silence that follows, and with luke still not giving you the attention you’re asking for, you walk over to the desk where luke is working. what you see seems to make you even more annoyed than before.

“these reports are for september. why in the name of nemesis are you filling them out now?”

“i just want to be prepared.”

“prepared for what?”

luke hesitates. “just….the future.”

“oh!” you laugh, sharp and sarcastic. “i didn’t realize that the future required you to neglect your friends.”

“i’m trying to help my friends,” luke huffs. he taps his pen impatiently against the desk. “if you didn’t keep interrupting me —”

“oh my fucking gods — ”

grover watches the two of you argue. it had been easier to step in whenever something bubbled up between annabeth and percy, because they were just kids. but you and luke — you were adults. 

when grover met luke for the first time, he was already taking on way too much responsibility for a kid — keeping thalia and annabeth alive, protecting them from monsters, taking care of them. in a lot of ways, those responsibilities didn’t go away: as a senior counselor and resident older brother, a hero for the older campers to admire and the younger kids to aspire to be. camp half-blood’s golden boy, as you liked to call him. 

and, like you, luke is good at hiding. for him, its heavy burdens behind easy-going smiles. 

lately, though, those smiles seem to be strained, his shoulders slowly bending under the weight of it all. the other day, grover asked you if everything was okay with luke. you had looked back at him sadly, shrugged, and said you didn’t know.

that’s when grover decided that everyone just needs a break — an escape. he had been sensing that things weren’t quite right with the others, too. percy seems a little on edge, and so does annabeth.

then, of course, there was you and luke. finding out that the two of you had actually started dating was huge news for someone like grover who had painstakingly watched the two of you dance around your feelings for years. so, it was more than a little weird that you’d barely been speaking this past week. the rare occasion you did was tense at best, and explosive at worst. 

like now, when you pick up one of the reports luke was working on, and threaten to burn it. luke dares you to do so, even suggests, albeit sarcastically, that you use it as your next offering to the gods. 

“oh, a handwritten document from luke castellan himself? they would love that,” you snort. “admit it: you’re doing all of mr. d’s work just to suck up to some gods who don’t even give a shit about any of this. you’re practically olympus’ lapdog.”

luke, blushing a furious shade of red, gets up and yanks the paper from your hand.

“at least my parent is important enough to actually have a seat on olympus and an actual cabin for his kids to stay in.”

you look like you could just about throw luke into a fire, and vice versa. grover had never seen the two of you like this, but it made sense: each of you knowing just where, and how, to hurt the other.

and, he thinks it’s about time to step in before the damage is irreversible. so, grover starts slowly clapping. the clapping gets faster, and he manages to get through the first few lines of the consensus song before you stop him.

“alright, alright,” you sigh. you push past luke, steal his chair, and put your feet up on the desk. luke scowls at you, but you put your hands up in surrender and jut your chin out towards grover. “just listen to what grover has to say and then we’ll let you get back to your precious reports.”

grover tells luke his idea. luke actually agrees, and grover can’t help but feel a little bit of a victory. 

he’s a protector, after all. it’s his job to make sure you’re all alive and happy and thriving. and not burnt to a crisp over some petty argument.

—

iii. 

annabeth had missed home when she was away on their quest, but being back and seeing everyone being taught to worship the gods without question, to believe that the only things that matter are power and glory….well, after everything that happened, after percy, annabeth can’t just go back to doing the same. at least not entirely. 

all this to say, she was totally on board with grover’s idea: the five of you, renting a cabin in montauk to get away from camp for a bit.

unfortunately, the trip starts off less than ideally. you and luke bicker the entire way here — and not the playful jabs you usually throw at each other. 

annabeth remembers the first time she saw you together. it was during breakfast, their first morning at camp half-blood. annabeth had spent the night trying not to cry over thalia, and already missing luke even though he was only a few cabins away. she was still a kid, surrounded by strangers, told that she was safe now, but didn’t quite believe it yet. one look to luke at the hermes table, and annabeth could tell he felt the same way, too — not quite settled in this new place that was supposed to be home, and with these people who were supposed to be family.

she watched as the hermes table went to burn offerings to the gods. when they sat down again, luke looked even more unsettled than before.

but then, you leaned in and whispered something in luke’s ear, and he actually laughed, just a bit, which was a nice change of pace. luke was always the one making annabeth and thalia laugh when they were running from monsters, always the one trying to keep everything together with a smile or a joke.

as she devoured her breakfast, annabeth couldn’t help but keep glancing at the two of you. she heard warnings from her half-siblings, about your mother being the goddess of revenge, and you living up to that name. 

luke either didn't know, or didn't care about whatever reputation you had. sitting there, next to you, annabeth didn’t think she’d ever seen luke so, genuinely happy, so at ease.

all these years later, neither you nor luke seemed particularly happy. you’re obviously avoiding each other, and annabeth doesn’t understand why.

you and luke are a new puzzle that she can’t wait to solve. 

annabeth had finished constructing the most elaborate sandcastle in history, just for percy to accidentally splash it when he was trying to surf a wave; so she decides that playtime is over. it’s time to figure out what exactly is going on between you and luke.

luke is in the cabin doing gods know what. you're on the deck painting your nails, so annabeth decides to start gathering information from you, first. 

“hey." you finish painting your pinky a dark purple, and set the bottle down next to you. "having fun?”

annabeth nods once and sits next to you. she asks if you could paint her nails, and you pull out a bottle of silver polish you said you thought she might like. 

as you work, careful with each stroke of polish, annabeth surveys the tattoos on your skin. you’re wearing a bikini top, so there are some that she’s seeing for the first time. there's one of a knife on your sternum, and annabeth distinctly remembers seeing a similar one peeking from underneath the collar of luke’s shirt. she wonders when you got it, if you had to travel to a tattoo parlour in the city, how many other adventures you'd gone on without having to consult the oracle beforehand. 

maybe that’s a good place to start. 

“have you ever thought about leaving camp? like, long term?" 

"sometimes," you admit. "it would be nice to have some normal early-twenties experiences."

"would you go to school?"

you smile as you keep painting annabeth’s nails. “maybe. i might have seen legally blonde too many times, but i think about law school sometimes.” 

“what about luke?”

your smile fades at the question. “i...i don’t know." your once precise nail-painting falters, and you mumble a curse when a drop of silver lands on annabeth's skin. you swipe it away before continuing. "luke's one of those people i can't really see away from camp half-blood for too long; pretty sure it would burn down without him. there's a reason he feels responsible for everyone there...in a way i respect, obviously, but, it's not the same for me. nobody needs me."

"luke needs you."

you sigh, and annabeth wonders if you even realize how you shake your head slightly. she thinks you're about to disagree with her, but instead you ask: 

“what's this about, annie? are you thinking about your dad’s offer?”

and annabeth’s completely thrown off her line of inquiry. 

“how did you —”

“perce told me that you’ve been talking about staying with him for the year,” you explain. you gesture at annabeth to give you her other hand, and she complies. the silver polish on the hand you just finished glitters in the sun. 

“well, nothing’s confirmed.”

you look up at annabeth, one eyebrow raised. “it's okay, you know — if you just wanna….be a kid for a bit.”

annabeth is silent, prompting you to ask another question.

"what's holding you back?"

“well….at first, i thought it would be a definite no,” annabeth admits. “obviously, it didn’t work out last time. i don’t know if i want to risk it again — if i can trust him, you know? how do i know he actually cares —  that he’ll be there for me when i need him?”

“you don’t.” you pause for a second. “but i’m gonna tell you a story that i think might help.”

you're done painting her nails, so you put everything away. you sit cross-legged next to annabeth, looking out at the ocean.

“my dad never wanted me to go to camp. he wanted to raise me in the city, just like he’d grown up. he’d take me to rock concerts all the time. i was so young, he’d make me wear earmuffs and carry me on his shoulders so that i could still see the band.” you smile softly at the memory. “and then….my dad got sick, he couldn’t take care of me, and monsters started to show up, so he brought me to camp for safe keeping." 

"you've told me all this," annabeth remarks. 

you start fiddling with your camp necklace. annabeth isn't used to seeing you so unsure, so nervous; it throws her off even more. 

"what i haven't told you is that even when my dad got better, he….he didn’t give me a choice of where to stay.”

"oh," is all annabeth can say. 

“yeah, oh," you scoff, but there’s not really any malice behind it. you seem…sad. defeated, almost. your fingers move to play with the hem of your shorts, which causes the fresh nail polish to smudge. you don’t seem too concerned about that at the moment, though. "i told everyone that i chose to stay. the truth is that i stayed because my dad didn't want me anymore. he said that the universe gave him a second chance, so he wanted to live his life without having to worry about monster attacks or taking care of his teenage daughter."

annabeth wonders if luke knows the truth about this; though, considering how difficult it seems for you to admit, she doubts it. 

before, annabeth had a theory that you decided to stay at camp because of luke.

luke was away when you got the news that your dad was in remission. annabeth remembers how happy you were, how excited you were to be back in the city and living with your dad again. you started packing right away.

when luke came back from his failed quest, you had just gone into the city the day before, having promised to visit in the summer and stay in touch. someone – chris maybe, or beckendorf — must have called you, told you what happened, because you came back to camp right away, your bag still fully packed. you never left again. 

"that sucks."

“yeah.” you let out a hollow, breathy laugh. “and, i was angry at first. of course i was. but now, i don’t know. i think that maybe my dad does care about me. like, he still sends me mixtapes with old punk rock songs he thinks i’d like. he actually calls me on my birthday, and we have a 3 minute conversation about nothing important." 

"right…" annabeth furrows her brows. this conversation had definitely not gone as planned. "no offense, but what's —"

"i'm getting to the point," you tell her, bumping your shoulder against hers.  "i realized that sometimes people can only love us in a way that works for them — and it sucks. it really, really sucks. but then sometimes…. sometimes people do actually try. and, i don’t know, it seems like maybe your dad is willing to try.”

“so you think i should take him up on his offer.”

the sun starts to set. you get up, brush sand off your legs. 

“i think it's time for a swim. i also think that you’re smart enough to know what’s best for you, and who deserves a second chance. just know that whatever you decide — we’ll be there for you.”

you leave without another word, but with the return of your usual confident smile, off to the shore to take advantage of the last bits of daylight. 

"she's right, annabeth." luke appears a few seconds later, takes the spot next to annabeth you had just occupied.

annabeth hums.

"how much of that did you hear?" 

luke doesn't answer. he just stares at your form, disappearing in the distance and diving under the waves.

—

iv.

you clear your throat and luke turns around to see you freshly showered. you’re wearing a pair of shorts and one of the oversized band tees the two of you constantly exchange. you've lost track of whose is whose at this point.

luke resists the urge to shamelessly check out your legs, and turns his back towards you once again. that bikini top you were wearing earlier was bad enough. thankfully, the heat from the stove was enough to cover up his blushing cheeks at the sight of your exposed skin. 

“i thought we were ordering pizza,” you say, moving to peer over his shoulder, chin hovering just above. luke had the sense that you were avoiding physical contact, and as much as it drives him crazy, he knows that he’s the one who’d dug his own grave. pushing you away and whatnot. 

“didn’t know that you knew how to cook.”

“not much,” luke shrugs. he keeps stirring the vegetables — broccoli and carrots and baby corn. he’ll add the red peppers once the broccoli turns green so that they don’t become too soft. he’s pretty sure that’s how he remembers it going.

“i could have helped you.” you reach over and hand him the peppers right on time. you shift to lean your back against the counter next to the stove, arms crossed over your chest and eyes following luke. 

luke throws in the chicken he cooked earlier, and then the sauce he had also mixed. he waits a few seconds, lets the sound of everything sizzling fill the space between you. 

“it’s an easy recipe.” luke turns off the stove to punctuate his point. 

and it had to be. something quick he’d make with his mom after she had one of her episodes, before waking up and realizing that she had a son to feed. the sounds, the colors, the smells — it all, overwhelmingly, reminds him of a childhood he once had. one that was never as simple as the food he just made.

none of the bitterness in his throat is caused by his mom, of course. just his father who calls himself a god, and left them both alone to fend for themselves. 

you start getting out plates from the cupboards as you ask: “where are the kids?”

luke checks the pot on the stove to see if the rice is cooked. “told them to go rent something from the video store.” 

“they went alone?”

“they’ve literally been to hell and back,” he replies and sits down at the table. “i think they can handle a blockbuster.”

“i don’t care if they get attacked by monsters,” you state, setting down the last plate in front of him. “i know they can handle themselves. they just better choose a good movie.” 

luke doesn’t mean to snort, but he can’t help but remember all the arguments you’d gotten in with chris over your tastes in movies. 

 “don’t laugh, castellan. i’ve saved movie night on more than one occasion and i’ve never gotten so much as a thank you.” you roll your eyes, but luke notices the ghost of a smile.

it fades just as quickly as it appeared, and luke already misses the small moment of levity that’s passed. 

“what’s been going on with you, tiger?”

you hold his gaze, and luke knows that you’re hoping for a real answer, for the truth he can’t give you. 

“nothing,” he answers instinctively. 

“don’t give me that,” you sigh and turn away from him, returning to your position against the counter. 

“i said it’s nothing,” luke insists, a bit more assertively. “why can’t you just believe me?”

“because you’ve been distant, moody.” your tone is sharper now, too. “you’ve been avoiding me. you’ve barely been eating. the side of your bunk has been empty, which means you haven’t been sleeping, either. gods, i can’t even remember the last time you kissed me —”

“you’re really mad at me because we haven’t fucked?” 

it’s a low blow, and he delivers it as if he hadn’t missed seeing you underneath him. or on top, or beside. luke isn’t picky. 

“you’re impossible!” you groan, and cover your face with your hands. you take a deep breath  before returning to glare at luke. “do….do you not want to be together, anymore? because if that’s what’s happening, i’ll survive. we can go back to being friends.” you clench your jaw to make up for the tremble behind your question. always a tough face, even in the face of potential heartbreak.

of course, luke knows you’ll be fine without him. he’s the one who might have difficulty surviving when you part ways.

“that’s not —” luke sighs and runs a hand through his hair, avoiding your gaze. “that’s not it.”

“then what is it?”

“noth—”

“i will send you to elysium if you tell me it’s nothing one more time, because i know it’s not!” you’re shouting now. “i might not know what it is, but i know you well enough to tell that something is bothering you. so i’m asking you, one more time, what is going on?”

the thing is, luke can’t tell you — about what he’s done, about who he’s aligned himself with. he can’t lie to you, either, at least not to save his life.

so, he’s basically stuck in whatever the greek mythology version of limbo is. 

for now, he’s saved by percy, annabeth, and grover, who walk in with a stack of DVDs and armfuls of movie snacks. 

dinner is fine, especially with the kids providing a good enough buffer. luke even catches you smiling and laughing along with them a few times. you approve of their choice in movies, starting with mulan. it’s one of luke’s favorites, too, but he can’t help but let his attention wander. 

the two of you have known each other for a long time. luke has felt your anger. he’s felt your frustration. you’ve been on opposing sides of explosive arguments, of brutal sparring matches. 

but, despite everything, luke’s never been hated by you. it’s unavoidable, given what he’s done and the path he’s on; it's just not something he's particularly eager to feel.

working for kronos….luke won't pretend he regrets it. something had to be done, to take back the poisonous world the gods created. 

he did it for you, even if you won't understand.

he'd do anything for you.

so, for now, he’s willing to endure the daggers you stare at him from the other side of the couch. 

—

v. 

in another life, you might have taken advantage of the queen bed and private room. both hard to come by at camp half-blood, if you’re not willing to risk zeus’ wrath for the latter.

gods, it feels like forever since you and luke snuck into cabin one because couldn’t keep your hands off each other, curses and lighting strikes be damned. 

you almost wish lightning would strike — at least then the bed would be warm. 

“i can feel you being mad at me,” luke whispers. 

“sorry, thought you’d already be gone by now,” you respond, sarcasm dripping through your words. “off to see whoever else you’d rather sleep with.”

“so, you are mad because we haven’t fucked in a while.”

a stupid slip of the tongue. you can practically hear the smirk in his voice, and your entire body feels on fire for giving him any leverage on you. that was definitely not the warmth you were hoping for. 

“whatever,” you mumble, shuffling closer to the edge of the bed, your back still towards luke. 

for the record, you’re mad because of whatever distance luke was forcing between you, or whatever wall he was putting up, for a reason you don’t understand. you’d always known luke well, but lately you haven’t been able to read him. 

and, sure. maybe you are…. frustrated. the two of you hadn’t been intimate in a while, yes, and your fingers are nothing compared to luke’s, but more than that: you just miss actually feeling him close to you. in any sense. 

you’re not sure how much time passes, and there’s nothing but silence. then, you hear his voice again, gentler than before, no cocky attitude laced through. 

“you never told me about your dad.”

ugh. of course, luke had overheard your conversation with annabeth earlier. damn those sly hermes’ genes.

you stay silent to give off the illusion that you’d fallen asleep, but luke doesn't fall for it. 

“we’ve shared a bunk for years, karma. i can tell when you’re not sleeping.” 

you pause for a few more seconds, but you know that luke is persistent.

“it didn’t matter,” is all you offer before he asks again.

“it did,” luke insists. “why didn’t you tell me?”

“it’s not like we tell each other everything,” you scoff. “like, why didn’t you tell me about that prophecy? and why won’t you tell me whatever’s going on with you now?”

“that’s….that’s different.” 

“not really. i bet that it’s all for the same reason.”

“which is?”

 you debate telling luke the truth. 

it was no surprise that you had a certain reputation around camp: cunning, hot-tempered, brash. you were fine being the angry girl whose mother wasn’t enough of a god to warrant a cabin, but enough of a threat to be wary of. you didn’t want to be the one who was also dropped by her father, unwanted and too much of a burden. so, you swallowed the reality of the situation; pretended that nothing broke your heart, and that nothing ever would.

“i didn’t want you to look at me differently,” you admit. 

another pause, this time from the other side of the bed. 

“if it makes you feel better, i was glad that you stayed.”

you can’t help it; you let out a sardonic laugh.

“that’s not much of a comfort, since you haven’t seemed very thrilled with me lately.”

“that’s not….” luke falters. “i just mean that i don't know who i’d be if you left.”

in spite of the situation, the ongoing tension between you, you find yourself smiling. 

“always so dramatic,” you tease.

deep down, you know you’re not much better.

luke was part of the reason you might have stayed at camp, anyways. he was the reason why you didn’t fight harder to get back to your old life, and you always did like a good fight.

it was scary though, that one person had so much power over you and didn’t even know it. you tried to convince yourself that you stayed because luke had needed you, after his quest and everything. but, once you’d known how it felt to have luke in your life, you didn’t want to go back to a time you didn’t. 

truthfully, it still scares you.

“i don’t like fighting with you,” you admit softly, swallowing a lump in your throat. “especially when i don’t even know why we’re fighting in the first place.”

you wonder if you’d just thought that instead of saying it out loud because luke doesn’t respond, until you hear the sheets behind you shuffle, and feel luke position himself behind you.

"i'm sorry that we're fighting. it's my fault."

he settles a tentative hand on your exposed hip, where your shirt had ridden up. luke starts to trace circles onto your skin with his thumb, the way he sometimes does when he's nervous or having a bad dream.

"i’ve just been so….in my head. i don't want you to worry about what's going on with me, okay?

"luke —"

"i have to sort it out on my own.”

"you don’t, though,” you insist. “if you just tell me what’s going on, instead of pushing me away.”

another pause. you can feel him breathing down your neck, and in turn you inhale the spicy citrus of his body wash. it’s all so excruciatingly familiar as you wait for him to say something, anything. 

eventually, luke sighs, deeply, and confesses:

"it's just….we've known each other for so long, but this — us? so much of it is new. i don't want to fuck it up." 

"well, congratulations," you quip. "you're one step closer to getting there."

you meant it as a joke, something to lighten the mood, but you feel luke stiffen at your words, his grip on your hip becoming almost painfully tight as if he's worried you'll slip away.

"i'm kidding, tiger." you weave your fingers through his to loosen his hold on you, and reassure him even more that you're not going anywhere, any time soon. "for better or for worse: you’re mine, and i'm yours. no matter how much either of us might fuck it up."

luke shuffles closer, and you melt into him even more. 

"do you really mean that?"

his voice is soft, surprisingly timid. you crane your neck back to look at him; luke stares at you, his gaze heavy enough to take your breath away. 

“of course.” 

you're so close, and you hadn't been in so long. luke's leg is somehow lodged in between your thighs, and you bite back a whimper as he brushes against you. you feel him behind you, already half-hard, and you rub your ass against him slightly, causing a groan to vibrate through his body. 

neither of you have to do much to crash your lips together.

you can sense how luke’s been unraveling, from the kiss alone. his lips are chapped, rough against yours and already bleeding from the pressure; his stubble scrapes against your cheek, and you’re dizzy with anticipation, imagining how it will leave a stinging sensation on other areas of your skin when luke has his way with you later. 

for now, you focus on your mouth on his: teeth clacking together, your tongue laving over the cut on luke’s bottom lip and tasting copper. luke brings a hand up to your jaw, pushing you into his mouth even more. 

it’s like the first time you kissed. all consuming. messy. urgent — like you've already run out of time. 

eventually, you have to pull yourself away from his grasp, your neck straining at the uncomfortable angle. luke takes the opportunity to suck bruises onto your neck while he presses his thigh harder against your cunt. he slips his other hand further underneath your shirt, cupping your breast and pinching your nipple between his fingers.  instinctively, you start rutting against him. 

“f-fuck,” you groan, relishing in the muscles of his naked thigh underneath you, defined and strong. 

luke chuckles, and you feel his breath warm against your skin. 

“you missed me that much, hm?” he taunts, encouraging you to go faster, harder. “you’re gonna cum before i even have a chance to undress you. doesn’t seem fair to me.”

“who —” your breath catches when luke’s hand settles around your throat, pulling you impossibly closer to him. you feel the outline of his abs against your lower back, and his length, hard and waiting. it’s difficult to finish your thought, but you try your best. “who says i only have to cum once?”

“that sounds like a challenge,” luke decides. “what’s our record — three? think we can beat that tonight?”

you laugh, already out of breath. “i think we can do it.”

“good girl.”

your thighs clench at the nickname, and it's one down, a few more to go. 

you maneuver luke so that he lays flat on the bed, your legs on either side of his hips. your hands fumble with the edge of his shirt, and he lets you remove it without any more hassle.

it's a little ironic, really, how much you and luke hate the gods — because looking at him underneath you, you're sure that something divine must have created him, and you have to thank them for it. sharp jaw, deep scar, flushed cheeks; curls slightly askew, and skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat; that cocky smile — you'd worship luke castellan over any of the olympians. 

secretly, of course, you pretty much already do.

"like what you see?" luke smirks up at you, hands firmly on your ass.

you roll your eyes to save face. "come on, tiger, like you're not seconds away from tearing through your boxers." 

luke clicks his tongue, locks his calf around yours to switch your positions. you grunt as your back hits the mattress, but you very much appreciate the force and weight of luke above you. he practically rips off your shirt, then starts to nip and suck down your body. he kisses the fabric still covering your cunt, and you can feel his chuckle vibrate through your body when he encounters the wetness there. 

"i'm not the one who already ruined their underwear," luke teases as he finishes undressing you. he pauses at the sight of you, bottom half completely exposed. you're about to tell him to hurry the fuck up, but then luke spits onto your already soaked cunt and says: 

“i need to clean you up, baby.” he gives you another cheeky grin, teeth glowing like the cheshire cat, before diving in.

luke is skilled at everything he does, so of course he's quick to unravel you once more, this time with a persistent combination of tongue and teeth, lapping at your cunt like it's his last meal. 

as soon as you're done riding out your high, you yank luke by the leather cord around his neck to collide your lips with his again. 

you reach down to return the favor, snake your hand underneath the fabric of his underwear, and you're deeply satisfied to find him already sticky with his release.

“you already finished,” you tease, stroking his v-line. "and ruined your underwear without me even touching you." 

in the dim light of the moon, you can barely make out luke blushing. he hides his face in the junction between your neck and shoulder. 

“guess we’re both desperate, huh.” luke’s teeth graze your skin, his curls tickling your neck. “i need to be inside you, now, so how about you get on your hands and knees for me? i’ll get the condom.”

sometimes, luke tries to be gentle — but not this time. 

this time, he fucks you, hard and fast and deep. 

you love it, even if you might not be able to walk properly tomorrow.

with so much power behind each thrust, and the overwhelming pleasure, your arms threaten to give out, but luke catches you before you fall. he wraps a hand around your neck, bringing you flush against his chest as he continues to plunge his length into you. 

"listen to me," luke growls. he snakes a hand down to rub harsh circles on your clit. "the one thing the gods did right is make this perfect, tight little pussy of yours. you were fucking made for me, weren't you?" 

all you can do is whimper, closing your eyes at his filthy, sinful words. 

you aren't used to luke being so possessive, and certainly not in these past few weeks. it's making your head spin in the best way. you can feel your orgasm build in the pit of your abdomen.

"were you made for me?" luke asks again. he squeezes your neck slightly, and you gasp at the pressure. "answer me, or i'll stop." 

you don’t think it’s likely he’ll stop; you’re sure he’s just as lost in the sound of your cunt squelching and the feeling of you sucking him in. but, he does slow down, only a little bit, and it's enough for you to start whining.

"y-yes, luke."

"are you mine?"

you don't answer fast enough. luke stills his hips completely and you almost burst into tears.

you moan, trying to move against him in vain. luke keeps a firm grip on you, making it hard to cause any sort of friction between your bodies.

"i'm yours," you promise.

luke plants a firm kiss behind your ear. “that’s my girl,” he whispers darkly.

satisfied, luke resumes his pace. he moves the hand around your neck to your chin, angling you accordingly so he can crash his lips onto yours. 

it doesn't take long to feel the tension in your abdomen snap, wetness gushing out of you. exhausted, you collapse onto the mattress. luke slips out of you.

the next few seconds consist of you trying to bring yourself back down to reality after such a high. 

luke turns you around just to face him as he hovers over you. he lodges his hand behind your ear and taps your cheek to get your attention. your eyes flutter open.

“did you just —” 

the dampness between your legs, and on the sheets underneath you, is enough evidence: you just squirted.

"i….” you gulp, feeling yourself flush. “i’ve never done that before."

luke stares at your glistening cunt. you wonder if you should be embarrassed, but then he locks eyes with you. you've never seen them so dark, pupils almost fully blown, just a sliver of brown showing through.

"you’re so fucking hot."

your heart flutters. 

“you’re not too bad yourself, tiger, or i wouldn’t be in this mess.” you wink at him, still trying to catch your breath. your eyes wander lower. you note luke in the current state he’s in; you realize that the scales are nowhere near balanced. “that’s three for me, and only one for you. let me taste you.” 

he doesn't need to be told twice. you get on your knees once more, this time facing him as he kneels in front of you. luke rips off the condom, something to deal with later, and you take him in your mouth, cheeks hollowed and tears brimming your eyes feeling him fuck your throat. when he finishes, you swallow him whole, savoring every drop. he pulls you up for a kiss; you can still taste yourself on him, and it mixes with his new release, a combination that is more than a little intoxicating. 

“fuck,” luke mumbles as he pulls away. he swipes his thumb over the corner of your mouth where some of his cum dribbled out. “i know that was intense, but would you be up for another round? "

"yeah," you reply without a second thought, reaching up to thread your fingers through his curls to ground yourself. 

maybe you should thank artemis for the full moon tonight, giving you just the right amount of silver light to illuminate the sculpted curves and edges of luke's body. his skin is also littered with bruises and bites of your design, chaotic and beautiful. luke looks like a mess, just as you're sure you do. 

you want more. you need more.

"we gotta go for four, remember? but...maybe we, uh…"

"....slow it down this time?" luke finishes your thought. 

you nod, grateful that you and luke are on the same page. he scrambles off the bed to get another condom.

"shit. i don't have another one.”

"check my bag, too," you tell him. luke complies, but comes up short once more.  

you’re sitting up against the headboard now, and luke returns to kneel in front of you. 

"i can use my fingers,” luke offers. “or eat you out again —"

“or we could just do without a condom this time?” you suggest. luke raises an eyebrow at you, so you think through the possibilities out loud. "we both got tested before our first time together and haven’t been with anyone since.” you find yourself pausing for confirmation on that, and luke nods once. “i’m on birth control. obviously there’s still a risk that something happens, but maybe just this one time? you can just pull out whenever you’re ready….if you're okay with that."

luke waits, almost like he thinks you might change your mind, before finally answering:

“yeah, i’m okay with it if you are. i’ve always wanted to fuck you raw. i just didn’t think you’d be into it — and didn’t want you to feel pressured.”

you have to kiss him then. because how is it that the boy who just gave you three jaw clenching, toe curling, heart pounding orgasms be so sweet and considerate?

before you know it, you’re flat on your back, sheets slightly scratchy with stray sand. you don't care much because luke hovers above you; he presses his forehead to yours, curls falling in front of his face. 

"just so you know," luke starts, just as you feel him enter you once more. "i must have been made for you, too. i'm just as much yours as you are mine."

you smirk, bite your lip to keep from moaning so that you can keep up the arrogance, just a bit longer. 

"always so dramatic," you mock, as if your cunt isn’t squeezing around him at his sweet nothings. 

luke grins at you sheepishly, his cheeks flushed. 

"guess that means the gods did two things right," you joke, exhaling when you feel luke brush against that gummy spot deep within you. "maybe we've taken them for granted. maybe we should - " he hits that spot again, and your breath hitches. you dig your nails into his shoulders as he rocks back and forth. “maybe we should thank them.”

luke clicks his tongue, grips your hip firmly. "not a chance, sweetheart. the gods’ll get what they deserve."

you don’t care enough to ask luke what he means. you care more about him going faster. you’re about to tell him to do so, and to throw your legs over his shoulders, but he does it himself before you get the chance. you feel him slipping deeper within you, the force and passion behind each movement, his body molding to every curve and crevice of yours. 

made for each other.

you’re so sensitive that your orgasm approaches quickly. as he helps you ride it out, his thrusts get sloppier, and you know he’s almost reached his peak, too. 

“fuck,” he grunts. “i’m close.” luke starts to pull out, but then you lock your ankles behind his neck. 

“don’t,” you command. 

“a-are you sure?” he looks at you, wide-eyed.

“i just want to feel you this once.”

he nods and brings you in for one more bruising kiss. he finishes inside you, warm and wet. 

luke leaves once he catches his breath, and comes back with a damp towel to clean you up. he knows your body, recognizes how sensitive you are, and presses kisses on the inside of your thighs, where the same lips had made bruises before. 

even completely fucked out, your mind starts to unpack everything that’s wrong in your life. like how luke has always been a little too good at pretending, with everyone else at least, and something serious must be going on if he's trying to fool you, too.  

this luke with you now, the one who gently wipes his cum from between your legs after fucking you so relentlessly, is your luke. it feels like your luke is slipping right through your fingers, and you’re wracking your brain trying to figure out how this can stop before losing him completely.

wait….did luke say something about getting revenge on the gods? your mind is still a bit cloudy, but you could’ve sworn —

 “are you okay?” 

his question puts pause on your spiraling. he’s done cleaning you up, throws the towel on the floor and settles back on the bed, next to you. you’re close enough for the softest whisper, your limbs intertwined beneath tangled sheets.

you watch luke carefully as he waits for an answer and surveys your body, tracing his fingers over the marks he'd left underneath your jaw, across your shoulders, over your collarbones and down your stomach. 

"i didn't hurt you, did i?"

“i’m okay,” you assure him. luke’s hand stops to gently rest on your cheek. your other worries are pushed to the side for the time being: for now, it's just you and luke. “do you think we could pick up a plan b pill tomorrow though, just in case? i love you, but i’m not ready to have your babies.”

luke widens his eyes like a minotaur in headlights. he drops his hand.

 “you’ve never said that before.”

“that i want to have your babies?” you jest, slightly amused at how panicked luke seems.

luke blushes and clears his throat. “well, that too. i meant the whole ‘i love you’ thing, though.” 

your amusement evaporates. you swear your heart stops beating momentarily.

“oh, shit.…” 

you’re not quite sure what to say; you’ve felt this way for a while, truthfully. 

of course you love luke. you can't remember exactly when you realized it, but you just….know.

because if what you felt for luke wasn’t love, then you were foolish to have secretly bought into what silena beauregard had been on about for years, and aphrodite herself might just be out of a job. 

“i know we’re kind of in a weird place, but, yeah, i mean it. you don’t have to say it back —”

luke leans forward to kiss you. gentler this time, but just as firm. “i love you."

"you do?" your heart resumes its beating. 

"of course i do. i have ever since my first morning at camp.”

“yeah right,” you chuckle in disbelief, feeling your cheeks heat up. “it’s not a competition, you know, over who loved who first.”

“karma, i’m serious,” he insists. “someone taught me to burn offerings, and with everything that happened with thalia, i obviously wasn't in the worshiping mood, but then you leaned over and whispered —"

"they like the smell of begging." 

luke grins at you, and you reach up to brush your thumb against the dimple in his cheek. 

"exactly. somehow, that was what i needed to hear. it was nice to know that i wasn't the only one who didn’t want to just accept things the way they were….” he loses his train of thought. luke grabs your hand in his. “i wish i had told you earlier. after all this, i don’t want to lose you.”

“you won’t —”

“whatever happens,” luke continues, somewhat ominously. “i love you, y/n.”

you hadn't heard luke use your real name in a while. you fall asleep, heart full with the memory of him weaving it together with those three magic words. 

the next morning, you wake up — you actually sleep in, for the first time in years — and decide that if you could stay here forever, you would. 

the morning sun stings your eyes through the sheer curtains. the sticky heat of summer sits heavy in the room, and stray grains of sand tickle your skin underneath the sheets. waves wash gently on the shore outside, and an ocean breeze mixes with the smell of burnt cinnamon. you can hear annabeth, grover, and percy crashing dishes and bickering and causing chaos in the kitchen as, you imagine, they scramble to surprise you with breakfast. 

luke is next to you, on his stomach. his curls are a mess, covering most of his face. 

evidence from last night: scratches from your nails prominent on his back, his neck decorated with purple bruises in the shape of your lips. you shift slightly and feel a dull ache between your legs, so you'd call it even.

outside, something clatters on the floor, and you hear percy swear.

luke's eyes flutter open, ever so slightly, and he starts to move. "we should get up before they burn down the place." 

you press your hand to luke's shoulder blade, barely, but in his half-asleep state, it's enough to keep him in bed. luke moves to his side, facing you. you bring your hand up to brush curls away from luke's eyes, even if they're still closed.

"they've literally been to hell and back," you recall his sarcastic words from last night. "i think they can handle pancakes." 

the corners of luke's mouth curl upwards. 

"you're such a smart ass," he mumbles.

you lean forward, plant a kiss underneath luke's chin. his stubble scratches against your lips. 

"don't pretend you don't love it, tiger."

luke breathes steadily. you think he might've fallen asleep once more until he presses his lips to your forehead, pulls you towards him, and quips:

"i love you."

your heart quickens as you echo his words. something churns in your stomach, too.

because this peace isn't something that feels permanent.

you're the children of gods, and there's always a catch. some inevitable plot twist where lovers end up separated, where heroes end up dead or cursed. 

it's nauseating — dangerous, even — that you want a happy ending, a desire buried in you deeply like a knife to the gut. it's cruel that the fates keep twisting, taunting you with what can never be.

no monsters; no gods or titans; no prophecies.

just this.

[zhongrin]

Actually how would Zhongli react to us being pregnant? I just reread that post you just reblogged about his heats and well.

I rarely see follow up on this.

Like I would be terrified to find that I got pregnant. Like kinks aside, that's a real thing living in you now. And zhongli doesn't have any children, so how would he know how pregnancy goes? Is mortal body even capable of handling a god's child?

He can morph, so I guess it is possible to him to impregnate someone (or get impregnated, since he can shapeshift, but i think he still could be biologically male, but idk, he a dragon, so logic doesn't really apply that much) like human and not having to do it with a reptile.

Would we produce a baby dragon or like a hybrid when it was being born? Or just looking human?

Ganyu has horns but is human, so I guess it would be possible to give birth to human baby, but with a tail and scales ig?

I'm just trying to break down a fictional character parental planning, help

slfjsldksl luke we share one braincell bc i have some ideas about this in the draft but that one’s gonna delve deeper into his protective draconic nature so have this for now hehehe

(also, this post about gow!reader kinda touches pregnancy too, and i feel that some points applies for normal reader)

tags: minors dni, afab!reader, pregnancy, kids, (in one small section) monsterfucking, implied ovipos

if the baby was an adeptus or a half-dragon, i feel like he’ll be able to sense it. as in, one day as he’s cuddling with you, he would just suddenly stare and caress your stomach in wonder, a slight frown between his brows, before he suggests for you to go for a medical checkup out of nowhere.

the moment he gets a confirmation that yes, there’s life growing inside you, i think he would be a little shaken - but he wouldn't show it outright, especially if he can see that you're freaking out from the revelation. he would reassure you, cradling your trembling form against his and stroking your back as he murmurs softly about how you'll be okay and he'll be there with you all the way. when you're way calmer and seem rational enough, he would ask you what you want to do. and if you tell him that you want to become the child's parents with him? that's when the happiness really hits him. he'd place a sweet kiss on your lips, nuzzle into the crook of your neck, and literally starts purring.

he might not have any experience being a father and a husband with a pregnant wife, but i believe he has watched many who have gone through the experience, or he would at least know a lot of people whom he can ask about it. and this is zhongli we’re talking about, so he will 100% do his own research aside from preparing everything with you.

your devoted husband might have read about the hormonal changes that will inevitably hit you, but it still surprises him sometimes; the way you swing between moods and you showing him the sides he didn’t even know existed. he’d massage your swollen feet and your tense shoulders. he’d hold you as you cry because your wedding band can’t fit your finger anymore and assures you that it’s normal for that to happen... and if by the end of your pregnancy it still doesn’t fit, he tells you he can always enlarge it, and he promises he wouldn’t love you less if you have to take it off for the time being.

he’d offer you his arms whenever you want to walk, carry you when you don’t want to walk, insist on decorating the nursery while you sit and supervise him without lifting a finger, beat some sense into lecture childe when the ginger says something that unknowingly touches your nerve and makes you burst into tears, pick up the things your drop, help you put on your shoes, help you bathe and towel you dry and dress you in loose silk robes, fulfill all your weird cravings, hold your hair as you throw up the pickles and ice cream combo he got you at three am in the morning - listen. this man. he will literally be at your beck and call.

now about the baby itself… whether it would be a full human or half/full adeptus of half/full dragon, i'd like to imagine it's not set in stone and it'll be a roulette lol personally i would say that him having a normal human baby would be preferable to zhongli himself, since it adheres to his wish of living the rest of his life as a mortal… but imagining him cradling a half-dragon baby who’s yet to be able to shapeshift to hide their horns and tails and tiny claws just. makes me so soft ;w;

[cw.monsterfucking, cw.implied ovipos] there's also the possibility of him impregnating you in his dragon form and pumping his clutches inside you but i will leave that to juju @/seakicker

oh, and ganyu and xiao would definitely dote over the child (in their own way) when they’re born, you can’t tell me otherwise-

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[catquenn]

I want to see more of Annabeth's, Silena's Clarisse's, Katie's, Grover's, Chrises, Travises, Connor's, Charles, and maybe Percy's too, friendship.

Don't get me wrong, I love the rest of the Seven Reyna, Nico and so on, but them...

Annabeth would talk sh!t about her crush on Percy to girls

When Percy and Annabeth were gone during Capture The Flag, in Battle Of Labirynt the rest would made sure, the search party wouldn't go near popular make-out spotts

Girls would've help Connor with his crush on Malcolm

Grover and Connor would third-wheel together (not always)

Ladies would have girls nights very often (they would make Clarisse to join them) (sometimes with Lou Ellen, Juniper or Thalia too), eventually Connor would be a part of those

He would tell Charles and Travis what Katie and Silena said about them (the rest was in denial of theirs feellings)

Charles was the only person Percy told about his crush on Annabeth

Annabeth and Chris would be besties

Same with Silena and Travis

Clarisse would pretend that she doesn't care about them, but beat up people if they said something mean to or about them

They also used to be really close with Luke, before Percy came to the Camp, and Luke betrayed them

Grover would be really protective of Annabeth, thinking that he failed Thalia and Luke, so he didn't want to fail Annabeth too

They would steal each other clothes

Like Percy got a pair of new shoes? The next day Travis walks around in them

One day Chiron cought Annabeth in hoodie she stole from Percy, who stole it from Charles who stole it form Clarisse, who took it from Chris, who took it from Silena, who took it from Katie, who took it from Travis, who stole it from Connor, who took it from Grover's closet (Who got it from Juniper, who bought it with Lou's money she borrowed from Malcolm, who on the other hand, got it from Lee Flatcher, who found it in Michael's Yew jacket, who got it from Will who found it on the street)

During the Titans Curse they adopted Nico

[lomlkenji]

༊*·˚ dumb and dumb-er |reggie peters

summary : alex having enough of you and reggie's obliviousness and did something about it.

warning : fluff, soft reggie, really poor written confession <3

word count : 0.9k

author's note : reggie is babieee and i'm so obbsessed with him so here u go!! ily <3

── ⋆⋅☆ main masterlist

You and Reggie were always the powerful duo. You guys did everything together, and in that time you have grown feelings for the boy.

You did everything in your power to ignore it, but it just never works. Everytime he laughs or makes physical contact with you, you can help but just melt.

Unbeknownst to you, Reggie feels the same way. He loves hearing you laugh, especially if he was the reason. But he always thought you guys would just stay friends and nothing more.

Right now, we're now on the couch, ranting to Alex about your little crush. Scratch that HUGE crush.

"-and I don't know Alex, should I tell him?" you asked the blond, you were laying down on your back, your hands resting on your stomach.

Reggie and Luke are out exploring, while you and Alex are having a little heart to heart session.

Alex rolled his eyes for the hundredth time this week. Reggie came to him earlier yesterday and also ranted about you to him when you were with Julie.

Alex sighed, "I think you both are the definition of dumb and dumb-er." he said.

"I mean we do a lot of stupid stuff together." you laughed, as memories flashed across your mind.

But of course Alex didn't mean it like that, he meant that you both are idiots who have feelings for each other and choose to ignore it by thinking the other one didn't feel the same way.

"Yes you will tell him. Right now." Alex stated, determination in his voice. He stood up getting ready to poof and find Reggie.

"What? Are you crazy?" you stood up too but it was too late, he was already gone.

"Damn." you mumbled under your breath.

You started to pace around the room and began practicing your little confession. "Okay uh hi Reggie. Um I- well you see, it's actually a funny story- I actually uh you know- UGH." you groaned in frustration when you can't think of anything to say to him.

"Why is it so hard for me to tell my best friend that i'm basically in love with him." you stated sarcastically as you hid your face in your hands.

"You what?" a soft voice asked.

You froze. Shit.

You look up and see Reggie, Luke and Alex standing together. Reggie was standing in the middle, his face full of confusion.

"Oh my god, hey guys!" you greeted them, trying to hid your nervousness. You felt like you wanted the ground to swallow you then and there.

"We're gonna leave you two to talk." Luke said as he patted Reggie's back and poofed away with Alex, probably outside the garage eavesdropping into this conversation.

You gave Reggie a small smile which made his heart skip a beat, but his eyes are still widened and no sentence coming out of him.

"So-" you started, avoiding eye contact.

"Did you mean it?" Reggie cut you off and started moving closer to you.

You took a deep breath and sighed heavily, looking up to him "Yeah. Yeah I mean it, i'm in love with you Reggie Peters." you confessed.

A huge weight was lift from your shoulders but a whole new one came, scaring you at how he's going to react.

He took your hands in his and gave it a soft kiss. "I think I'm in love with you too, well actually I'm pretty positive." he admitted bashfully, chuckling.

It was now your turn to have your eyes wide open. "What?"

"Surprise?" he wanted to sound optimistic but it came out in a questioning tone.

Your eyes cast down at your shoes and laughed. When you look up at him, you see him staring at you with the biggest heart eyes that made your heart leap.

"So can I kiss you now?" he asked softly. Reggie is screaming in his head at how nervous he sounded.

You nodded and managed saying "Yeah." with a small voice.

He grins and cup your cheek to pull you in. Resting his hand on your jaw and when your lips connected you instantly melted. This may be cliché, but sparks flew. He sighed in relief, finally feeling your lips against his.

"OW!" the sound of Alex's voice broke you both apart.

You guys look at the garage door then back to each other thinking of the same thing.

Reggie grabbed your hand and poofed you out in front of the garage door. When you arrived, his hand didn't move to let go of yours and it brought a huge smile to your face.

You look to see Alex on the floor, with his hand propped up his head. Luke was leaning against the door trying to act cool. And someone you didn't expect; Julie was sitting down pretending to meditate.

They all looked at you guys, a sheepish smile made its way to their face as they started to act oblivious.

"Oh hey guys!"

"Didn't see you there!"

"When did you guys get here?"

You rolled your eyes not believing them for a second. "You were there the whole time weren't you?" you said, raising your eyebrows.

"Yeah." they said simultaneously in shame.

You laughed as Reggie wrapped his arm around your waist turning you to him "Good, now I can do this." he said before smashing your lips together again. The effects were still the same as before. it felt like you were in cloud 9.

Reggie too felt like he was in heaven, having the girl of his dreams finally in his arms.

You pull back and look back at Luke, Julie and Alex to see them all hung open. But also a small smile lingering on their lips, happy that their friends are finally being together.

You felt heat rush towards your neck and ears as you laughed and pecked Reggie's cheek. "I guess we are dumb and dumb-er."

reblog for a kiss! 💋

[missglaskin]

I saw the gremlin asks and I’m all for that ✨

I found this on TikTok https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMFQ4STJM/

And it made me think of gremlin reader. Like say she has a habit of literally disappearing as soon as either someone blinks or they turn away from her for a SINGLE SECOND and when they turn back around, she’s gone~

In the red keep, it was said that there are secret passages and now the family is just terrified because they can just HEAR gremlin reader’s mischievous giggles and chuckles and the little pitter-patter of her feet cuz she’ll dump her shoes as to make less noise and they know that they are about a heart attack away from her just popping up behind them and saying something random or something along the lines of “so I found this albino cat-“

Viserys probably had his fair share of heart attacks

And Luke and Aegon are aware enough of gremlin reader doing this, so say during a feasting party, everyone turns away from reader for a second from her seat, even if she’s sitting RIGHT NEXT to Laena and Corlys who are VERY observant, POOF! She’s gone~

Cue everyone going silent and they wait with anxious breaths…. Then they hear it… the sound of pitter-pattering feet and little gremlin giggling….

Helaena is like “she’s in the walls….”

And Aegon and Luke are like “SHE’S IN THE GODDAMN WAAAALLLS-“ while trying to hightale it out of there cuz they don’t want to get spooked by her

Not the reader being the reason why the family discovers the secret passages. I am just imagining the thought of the family splitting up along with Criston to search the reader through those secret passages bumping into each other and never being able to find her. The only one who manages at times is Daemon. 

Also, the first time they heard her in the walls gave them all a heart attack. Alicent nearly screamed when hearing giggles echoing. Luke thought all this time it was a ‘ghost’ haunting him only to sigh in relief when realizing it was actually the reader. Also, Aegon panicked a few times, he denies the reader telling everyone he shrieked when he heard her greet him. 

It was Daemon's idea to keep her on a leash and everyone got angry at him (especially Viserys and Otto), saying that she’s not some dog to be pulled on. Only for Daemon to let the leash go and watch the chaos ensue. They usually leave her with Rhaenyra and Rhaenys as they are the only ones who manage to look out and catch the reader before slipping away. 

Rhaenys’ mistake was leaving her with Corlys, because the second she comes back. The reader is gone and everyone is panicking looking for her. Helaena tries telling them where she is, but no one is listening to her except for Aemond who moves away from everyone. 

But when Luke and Aegon can be heard screaming that she’s at the walls, it’s when they finally figure it out. Though when Criston goes, Aemond is there-out of breath with the reader under his grasp.

[crowcaws]

It's difficult to put into words exactly how I feel because there are some aspects I adore with my whole heart, and others that really don't sit well with me. Thoughts on PJO with spoilers are below the cut, with both positive and negative thoughts. Tl;dr I think the show is fine. Just fine.

The cast of this show is out of this world better than we could have ever hoped for, they really brought their A game and gave a phenomenal performance. I'm genuinely devastated we will never get to see more of Lance's Zeus because he felt born for that role. His quiet power, the danger in his stare that could turn in an INSTANT absolutely fucking ruled. Whoever takes over has big shoes to fill already and he was only in one scene!

The choice to really flesh out Sally as a more important part of the story and Percy's life was so, so special to me. I think this is the one aspect where the show shines above the book. Sally in the books makes a lot of tough choices for Percy's benefit, but we get to see that out of Percy's head and in Sally's for a bit.

Edit: I FORGOT POSEIDON!!! I liked the change with the deadline forcing Poseidon to take an active role and make a choice to protect Percy. I loved the Nereid sent to help Percy. Poseidon is far less passive in the series and I love that so, so much. In the same way we see why Sally would tempt a god, we also see why Percy is worthy of a God like Poseidon putting himself on the line.

But (and I know this will ruffle feathers because Uncle Rick was involved heavily so please understand I love him too, but our heroes are not infallible) think some of the writing choices were questionable. I understand they set out to tell a unique story from the books and I don't mind some of the changes. But my main issues were:

They really toned down Gabe. I don't know why or what the reasoning was, but it kind of feels like they thought "a strong woman like Sally wouldn't put up with abuse" was the way to go, which in itself doesn't sit well with me. But then you end up with her sticking with this kind of shitty husband, and I don't think they ever explained why! So if there is no emotional manipulation and there is no practical reason given, to someone who hasn't read the books it's like.... Sally Jackson went from Poseidon to THIS and stuck around? As far as I can tell Sally is the breadwinner too so what reason does she have, to someone who doesn't know about the smelly thing, for her to be here?????

Also I know that people will say "he figured out Kronos from clues, he figured out Luke from clues, and Hermes *probably* told him about Crusty" but I really think the show doesn't show its working enough. If enough people had the reaction that Percy was figuring out things a little too easily, EVEN IF it can be explained away, there's probably merit in the idea that they were kind of handing things to him to move the plot along. There was a lot of showing without telling happening.

It also felt a little like some of those reveals, particularly Kronos, could and should have gone to Annabeth instead. They sort of piled a lot of character strengths onto Percy and didn't give her as much of a chance to shine where it mattered, beyond a few shallow jokes about her being quicker than Percy. They also didn't really touch on the gravitasse of Luke's betrayal in regards to her feelings!? We got one line. The story is out of Percy's head now, we should have gotten that! It's so important to her character. I feel like the teeth of Annabeth's trauma have been blunted a little bit here in comparison to the books, where you get a better sense of why she acts the way she does. The rivalry with Athena and Poseidon is barely mentioned at all!

Basically, despite the show leaving Percy's inner monologue, I don't feel we gained enough perspective from other characters in return.

Finally, the set choices leave a lot to be desired where it counts. I hate volume stages PASSIONATELY, I always have, and did anyone else notice that it feels like no character in the entire show sees a ray of sunshine or hard light? It's all soft, evenly lit in a greyish scene that makes even Olympus feel really, really flat. The Mandalorian suffered the same volume stage look, I hated it then and I really wish they'd stop or learn to light them or saturate them better.

Basically I did enjoy watching but I also don't feel the thrill of a piece of art from it. Some scene have that magic, but others just feel like they're trying to get from point A to point B. I have said it before but Lockwood and Co isna much better example of how to adapt a middle grade book in a way that is both unique from the source material while keeping the spirit alive and delivering a perfectly fleshed out product. I hate to say it because again, I adore Rick, but I'm not sure that his talents as an author translate into the strongest screenplays.

And I would finally remind everyone that the show being made does not mean the books no longer exist, you can read them! Right now! Nothing is ruined by a less than 5 star venture into the screen! And these are just my personal thoughts, the impressions I got. If you don't agree that's fine, but I hope we can keep aggression out of the PJO tag because I've been seeing people come for anyone who dares say anything not positive about the show as if they're personally campaigning to get it cancelled. just take a step back and remember we're allowed to not think it was a perfect end result.

Edit again because I forgot another big issue: WHY WAS THE ARES FIGHT THE FIRST REALLY GOOD FIGHT WE GOT??? I really loved it, it played EXACTLY how I imagined it in my head (albeit both the guys were browner in my head akshdhshs) but it also dawned on me that it was so much better than everything else we were shown except maybe the Clarisse fight way back in ep 1. In particular the Medusa scene was over far too quickly without enough suspense (dare I say this, the movie actually did the Medusa hunt better for the most part) and the Minotaur was kind of... Idk. Something about it felt a little underwhelming. Th chimera was over in two seconds after a pretty cool shot of it prowling, and the Fury outside Medusa's was so anticlimactic -- why would I want to watch the action from a kitchen window with no music??? In comparison to all the other action, the Ares fight blew it all out of the water. So I both loved that, and didn't like the rest so much.

[offorester]

Dean Forester was an abusive boyfriend.

{{Now you see...This is a discussion that I am very passionate about because I do not feel at all that Dean Forester was an abusive boyfriend. Was he the best boyfriend? No. Was he perfect? No. But this was his first love when he fell in love with Rory. It was most likely his first real relationship. Emotions were new, feelings were high. Were there times where he shouldn't have raised his voice? Yes. Should he probably have given Rory more time with the whole "I love you" scenario? Also yes. But for a second, put yourself in Dean's shoes. You take your girlfriend out to dinner to celebrate. You tell her you've been building a car for her, you've made the night incredibly romantic. And you've been waiting to say the words "I love you." all night. So when you finally say them and are met with silence. And then hearing the words "I love the car", how are you supposed to feel? In that moment he felt rejected. So while he should have gone about it differently, it is valid to be hurt to not to have those feelings returned. To be disappointed. Rory had her reasons too and those are also very very valid. Things should have been handled differently by Dean. Don't even begin to get me started on the whole Jess situation because while Jess's end goal was Rory, he did everything that he could to get under Dean's skin in every way possible. So of course Dean is going to get mad. And he can literally see the way Rory and Jess look at each other. He knows it and he still stays around because he loves her. Tries to give her the benefit of the doubt. The more Jess shows up, the more insecure Dean becomes which makes him cling, the only thing that he feels like he can do. Maybe Dean had the mentality of "Maybe if I do more, it'll make her happy. Maybe if I fight harder, she will see how badly I want her around." so he ignored even the most big glaring red flags to try and keep his relationship. Only when he was faced with seeing it all play out repeatedly in front of him at the 24 hour dance marathon did he finally face it. And yes, he yelled at Rory in front of everyone which could have been handled better. But Rory and Jess were literally having it out right in front of everyone too, completely within earshot of the whole town so was it really that unwarranted? He was being embarrassed as much as Rory was. The one thing with Dean that I can say that does come off as abusive was his behavior with Lindsey. Because she did not deserve what was done to her. Did I really like her? No. Did I think she was the right fit for Dean based off of some of their conversations? No. But did she deserve that treatment and to be cheated on? Not at all. And Dean was wrong for cheating on her, he was wrong for yelling at her regarding her picking up his cell phone. Lindsey was doing all she could to learn to be a good wife. It just wasn't meant to be. I had to wonder maybe if Luke had said something the morning of the wedding, after the whole bachelor party incident if things might have gone differently. It wasn't Luke's responsibility obviously but I do wonder the what if's. My final peace on Dean not being an abusive boyfriend? The episode he breaks up with Rory for the final time. He didn't do it hatefully. He didn't yell at her. And it was not a malicious break up. He shows up to pick up Rory, sees her in a beautiful gown, surrounded by wealthy guys in suits and thinks: "This is the kind of life that Rory deserves. This is what she was meant to do, who she was meant to be with. I can't fulfill that role. I can't be what she needs. I didn't graduate college. I don't have a fancy job. I don't wear suits or go to parties. I'm just a bag boy at a grocery store. Rory deserves better. So I am going to do the only thing that I can do for her: take myself out of the picture." And you can TELL this breaks his heart into a million pieces as he prepares to drive off. That it is the HARDEST thing that he has ever had to do but he still does it because HE LOVES RORY THAT MUCH. What kind of abusive boyfriend would do that for the one that he loves?

[backjustforberena]

I 100% believe Rhaenys would never approve of what was done to Helaena and her kids. Apart from the reasons you named, what Rhaenys said in the trailer tells us that she, like most of westeros, sees kinslaying as a terrible thing. I believe that's why she didn't fight for her claim to the throne (in both show and book canon). Not to mention the Targaryens back then were in much better terms with each other than Aegon and Rhaenyra; a war would've meant fighting her grandfather, her uncle (who was very close to Rhaenys's father), her cousins who were still young... Alysanne would have had to pick a side. Even if no member of the family died during the war, the victor would be forced to punish the other side in some way. When the Great Council happened Alysanne was dead which meant Rhaenys didn't have the support of any other Targ. The stability of the realm and house Targaryen would be threatened and however things turned out, the realm and history would probably remember her as a traitor/usurper. I mean Jaehaerys and Alysanne dedicated their lives to putting the realm back together after Maegor took the throne from his nephew, which also involved dragons fighting and Targs dying, Rhaenys would've known better than risking a repeat of that. In the show she probably thought Aegon and Rhaenyra would consider all this and hopefully work something out (especially after her talk with Alicent). Sadly I think that would've never happened, even without Luke's death.

Hi! Sorry for the delay in writing this, it was such a long ask that I wanted to be at my laptop to answer it and really give it some thought.

I agree with you. Rhaenys would never approve of what was done to Helaena and her children, and Alicent as well, as she was a part of it too. It's a horrible, immoral thing done to people who do not deserve it. It solves nothing, it only makes things more horrible, more ugly, more messy and more cursed.

I really like Rhaenys's line in the trailer. I love that she mentions kinslaying and, not just kinslaying, but kinslaying in conjunction with religion; with the Gods. I hope that's not all we get, I hope it's a real heart-to-heart with Rhaenys not just giving a warning, which is what she has done previously with Rhaenyra, but actively giving her advice and saying what she would do, in Rhaenyra's shoes. Or what she has done, previously, with her own claim. I think it's a very good explanation as to why she did not fight for her own claim and it'll be interesting to see if they expand on that and have Rhaenys talk about what that time was like for her - not only because it would be extremely relevant but also because it would be a really nice thing to understand her character a bit more.

I think it would be a lot messier if she had decided to fight when her uncle was declared heir over her (in the book). If Rhaenys had gone to war, there's no telling how the sides would have split. No way of saying who would be willing to fight, and therefore kill, against who would avoid it. And even the idea of who would fight on which side.

You didn't have Daemon as a dragon-rider at this point in time, but you had Alysanne, you had Jaehaerys, you had Baelon. Alysanne could do so many things: she could stay out of it, she could urge Rhaenys to reconsider and no more, she could urge Rhaenys to reconsider and fight on behalf of her husband and son and the Crown (for Rhaenys would be the "traitor"). Or else Alysanne could urge Jaehaerys to back down and do nothing else, or urge Jaehaerys to reconsider and fight on behalf of Rhaenys against her husband and her son and grandsons. That's just one person in the conflict. What would Baelon's feelings be? What would Jocelyn's be (as she is half-sister to the King, sister-in-law to Baelon, mother to Rhaenys)? All of them would be going against kin and battling for kin. It would be a total mess because they love each other.

But whilst I think that conflict would be muddier, I actually think that a fight following the Great Council would be deadlier. You don't have Jaehaerys, Alysanne or Baelon. You don't have people willing to compromise or such clear-cut factions that make it "to the death", nor do you have an empty Throne. You'd be fighting for Dragonstone and to be heir, not to be monarch. Whereas, if it were after the GC, you're fighting to be monarch. And there are only two dragon riders capable of engaging: Rhaenys and Daemon.

And we know Daemon has no issue with kinslaying, even at that point in his life, because he threatens it. He musters up a force to fight for his brother's claim and, make no mistake, if it had gone to war and he had had to fight for his brother then kinslaying would have to occur, by him. Rhaenys could spare Daemon and achieve victory. But Daemon could never spare Rhaenys to declare victory (on behalf of Viserys). And if can't spare Rhaenys then he can't spare her children either. He'd have to have Laenor and Laena dead as well in order to secure everything, not to mention crush the Velaryons.

Rhaenyra has no qualms going against Aegon because she doesn't care for him. They may as well be strangers. There's no problem with punishing Alicent or cutting off Otto's head because they don't share blood. I'm not sure how far "kinslaying" extends or what the rules are for any relations further afield than that (such as your half-niece or nephew, or your cousin who is also your half-nephew etc etc). Or the potency of the "curse" if, for example, someone else kills them but does it on your say-so. But either way, the question isn't with your own morality, but on your soul in the sight of the Gods. We call Aemond kinslayer, but Daemon is equally culpable, for he orders the death of his brother's grandson and kills his own nephew. Aegon commits it and threatens it a lot more. Rhaenys and Baela both give it a really good shot. Rhaenyra puts a bounty on her own kin, and is partially responsible for a whole host of dead kin. You get so far into war, who cares, you know? It's kill or be killed. Be a kinslayer or be killed by kin.

I think, as you say, in the show, Rhaenys still believes that war can be averted. She's seen, on both sides, a desire not to go to war. She's backing up the person on the Blacks that doesn't want war. Things are still retractable. Blood does not have to be shed, in her mind. It's idealistic, but not impossible. But, then, it becomes impossible. And, the irony is, once that war starts, she's not only the first to try to kin-slay, but the first one to be slain by kin.

[serenatheseraph]

devildom on lockdown #1

this may sound familiar. it was something i never acted on cause i was lazy asf. so i'll try to do this again with various CRACK scenarios. dont do the shit their doing pls *mwah

♯ 1 : "Mammon's Adventure to San Francisco Pt. 1"

Mammon : Immm baaaaccckkkkkk! Ya miss me human?

MC : Not really (。_。)

Mammon :

Mammon : Fuck you too.

Leviathan: Mammon! There you are!

Mammon : Wow your coming to welcome your big bro back! I love ya Levi!

Leviathan : WHERE'S MY MONEY SO I CAN BUY THE NEW RURI-CHAN CD!

Mammon :

MC :

God :

The Wind :

Mammon : I hate ya too, brother.

Lucifer : Mammon! There you are, your late.

Mammon : How am I late I never specified when I'd be back!

Lucifer : *Bitch the fuck you mean stare*

Mammon : I mean I did! Sorry for tha' wait!

Lucifer : We need help moving all these boxes that are in MC's room.

Mammon : Why're there boxes in MC's room?

Lucifer : They-

Satan : Failed magic trick. That's all.

MC : How was your trip, Mams? Did you get mugged by a hobo?

Mammon : Haha.

MC : Well? Did you?

Mammon : Hahahaha

Leviathan : It's obvious he did! He's sweating and laughing nervously!

Lucifer : Nevermind that. Go wash up, who knows what you caught in the human world.

Satan : Yes, do that. Haven't you seen the news?

Lucifer : You expect me, a denizen of the Devildom, to know what goes on in the human realm?

Satan : Yes.

Lucifer : No, what's going on, Satan.

MC : People have corvette virus.

Lucifer : Corvette—the car...?

Satan: No. COVID...Coronavirus...

MC : Royaltyvirus, blah blah.

Lucifer : Lord Diavolo can contract this?

Satan : Lucifer, don't listen to MC. I took their IQ test.

MC : I'm smart as fuck.

Leviathan : Your not even as smart as a flamingo.

MC : Their pretty and that's all that matters.

Mammon : Shuddup, I'll go wash up aight!

[Some days later]

Mammon : *COUGH* I'm dy...dying... *cough*

Mammon : MC... Tell my brothers--I love them. Thro...throw away the shoe box under my bed and don't let Beel find it...p..please...

MC : The shoe box that has the millenium year old yogurt Beel had saved and has his name on?

Beelzebub : WHAT?!

Mammon : Shut the fuck up MC!—...it hurts...s...soo...muuuch...

Solomon : Oh be quiet, Mammon, it's just a fever. *cough* That I...also have. 😔

Leviathan : If it was just a fever why do I have it also!! *cough* Ugh...

Solomon : Diseases can spread???

Leviathan : True.

MC : Haha, Mammon, Solomon, and Leviathan have corvettevirus.

Simeon : Disease is not a joke, MC!

MC : Haha, Mammon and Leviathan.

Lord Diavolo : How did this happen Mammon?

Leviathan : Didn't you hear MC? We have corvettevirus!

Satan : *Coronavirus

Mammon : Well, it happened in San Francisco...

Everyone : Obviously.

Mammon : I was gone with Solomon.

Lord Diavolo : How about we hear Solomon's story first.

Barbatos : I agree.

Lucifer: I second that

Asmodeus : I third that!

MC : I four that.

[Solomon's version]

Solomon : (So, it really started the second we stepped out of the portal. Instead of being in front of the Grand Hotel, we were in downtown infront of the government building.)

Mammon : Aye! This tha Grand Hotel?!

Solomon : No, don't you see the sign there? It says San Francisco Government Office.

Mammon : Which the Grand Hotel is called...?

Solomon : *Faceplant* Let's just ask for directions.

[The two see a hobo, and then a business man]

Mammon : That guy looks friendly! *Points at the hobo who is obviously sick and has some flu*

Solomon : Ahem. No. We're going up to the gentleman, Mammon.

Mammon : Okayyyy.

Business Man : Oh hello there.

Solomon : Yes hello, do you know where the Grand Hotel is?

Business Man : Of course...

Luke : Uhm how did you guys get covid from that guy?

Solomon : It wasn't him, Luke.

MC : It was the hobo!

Solomon : Not him either...surprisingly I think.

Solomon : (Mammon had disappeared off somewhere after I got done speaking with the gentleman, and I had to search everywhere til I found him inside of a pawn shop...)

Solomon : MAMMON! What are you doing straying away like that!

Mammon : W-

Asmodeus : It's obvious what he was doing!

MC : He smelled... *Money money money...*

Belphegor : High five honestly.

Solomon : Stop interrupting the story Simeon's gonna break just look at him

Simeon : *On the verge of dying from constant story interruptions* (If yall remember that episode he got pissed off from Levi I have all respect)

Mammon : Well. I saw this shiny thing on the floor.

Solomon : So your pea sized brain just had to get it?

Mammon :

Mammon : Wow can you mind read?

Solomon : I'm not mind reading you.

Pawn Shop Owner : Hey hey, no arguing in my shop! Anyways sir... that coin is priceless! Are you sure you wanna give it up?

Mammon : How much does it cost?

Pawn Shop Owner : Hmm maybe close to a million.

Mammon : *Money panic* HELL YEAH!

Solomon : You idiot, you don't know what that coin is-

*Sold*

Solomon : Mammon...! Why'd you do that!

Mammon : You speak like that coin was cursed or something.

Solomon : Yeah no it wasn't.

Mammon : Good!

Solomon : IT WAS YOU IMBECILE!

to be continued. >> 🫡

[lucindferlucinda]

Angel Simeon x female Mc

Simeon is purple when he talks

Mc is green when they talk

Simeon was an angel still at this point but he had already fallen in love with MC a human he knew that it wasn’t right but he couldn’t help but love them. He liked them because of how Mc personality was eventually one day in class Simeon was assigned as MC’s partner and had to do a project. “Hey Mc who’s place are we going to do this project” he asks “well why don’t we do it at the Purgatory Hall that way the brothers don’t bother us and we can actually get some work done” Simeon agrees and you go with him to the Purgatory Hall once’s your their you start researching about the history of RAD after an hour your half way done with your project so you decided to take a break and you ask Simeon “would you like a drink I’m kind thirsty and my eye kinda hurt form looking at the screen for so long” “Yes I’d like some water I’m also kinda thirsty” he replies so you get some juice for yourself and get him water while Simeon is glad your gone because he couldn’t take it being so close to you in a room alone he was starting to think some unholy thing oh little did he know what kind freak you where and how you would love to make him your’s. Well you brought him his water and sat next to him in his bed drinking your juice while he drank his water and you could feel him looking at you so you turned to him and looked him in the eyes you asked him “why are you looking at me so much” he got flustered and looked down at his shoes saying “my apologize Mc if that makes you uncomfortable” “it’s not that I just want to know why your looking at me that much do you perhaps have feelings for me as I do for you” he shocked when he heard the last sentence you said so he finally said it “ Mc I’m an angel im not supposed to fall in love with a human but I can’t lie to you I do like you no I love you a lot more than you could ever know” “Simeon can I kiss you” you ask “Yes you can Mc” with that you kissed him soon enough you climbed on top him in his bed and thing got heated kissing him passionately and teasing him with your tongue in his mouth he started to moan into the kiss it was actually cute your corrupting an angel. You slipped one of you hands down his waist and grabbed his pants slipping one side down he looked up at you all blushing and his face hot and sweaty you can tell with his facial expression he was nervous you go up next to his ear and whisper and a seductive tone “Simeon can I make you mine”

He in a very low tone said “yes I want you to make me yours” with that you smiled wildly and with your other hand you slipped it down his waist and pulled the other side of his pants down to his knees and then his boxers you saw his cock was very hard he was quite embarrassed about that but you weren’t going to suck him off that easily you took his shirt off and began to tease his nipples at first pinching them and then biting them they where also hard just like his cock and his moans where just the cutest. He was trying to keep quiet so that if Luke,Solomon or Raphael came home they wouldn’t hear you and you had already locked the door so this was perfect you kept on teasing him and eyes where a bit water, oh how cute he looked like this his cock was actually getting wet,it was his pre cum. You finally went down and put his cock in your mouth he felt how warm your mouth was and how you where moving your tongue on it he was very sensitive because he had been pure and never done these things with no one you where his first and with him being as sensitive as he was he would moan through this process a lot he liked how your mouth felt on his cock. “Aww Simeon your such a dirty boy aren’t you” that seemed to turn him on a lot more than he already was . “Yes Mc I’m your dirty boy~” he moaned out. Aww the way he said it was so adorable well once’s he came the first time you stoped because he was shaking already and he was new to this as well as very sensitive so you went to wash off your face and made sure he change his clothes he actually let you watch him change and you thought he looked so beautiful he was quite embarrassed tho you could tell because of the blush on his face eventually you sat down with him in his bed and hugged him “You did a good job hon” you tell him “Was I really” “yes you where a very good boy baby if you ever want me to do that to you again just ask ok” he nodded and you gave him a kiss on the cheek the project can wait anyways it not due till 3 day you got enough time. Who know what will happen in this 3 days will this repeat again.😏

[lovejay98]

Gilmore Girls S1 Recap// spoilers

So, to start I didn't think they were going to start the whole Lorelei and Luke connection so soon. Between the jacket fiasco (Rachel's jacket (Luke's ex) being donated only for Lorelei to buy it and actually wear it) granted Lorelei didn't know who the jacket belonged to, but everyone else did and no one thought to tell her. And then the scene when Lorelei's father ended up in the hospital and she needed Luke to drive her & the fact that he stayed at the hospital with her even though it's very obvious that he hates hospitals...I didn't think the writers were going to lay it on so quickly..definitely will be a slow burn. Especially now that Rachel is GONE AGAIN!! But ver valid as to why she left this time. And with Lorelei dating Max (Rory's teacher). And the fact that his ass (Max) proposed and told Lorelei that he loves her. I don’t know what it is about Max but I just don’t like him. I don’t know why, he just…I just don't like how this whole Lorelei and Luke connection is about to be dragged out. Like I'm all here for a slow burn but once it's becomes frustrating I check out...sorry not sorry... Moving on to Rory, her and Dean broke up. Dean told Rory he loved her and she kind of froze and didn't say it back. So Dean was upset about that. And I had to put myself in a teenagers shoes to see it from his perspective. I mean yeah.. it's upsetting when you have feelings for someone and they aren't reciprocated but you can't force someone to like you. And you especially can't force someone to love you. Even if you and that person are dating or whatever your relationship is. And you just have to accept that. It will hurt in the beginning and it will be awkward but it will be okay. Maybe that's just something you learn with time. But they eventually got back together. Cause of course they did. And speaking of Rory and her dating. It's probably not going to happen because of the character the writer's have already portrayed Rory to be but...I really want her to date Tristan. I know he's like the playboy of the show but him and Rory's dynamic is so entertaining. The reason she won't date Tristan is because Paris has a crush on him. And it was insanely awkward how Rory found out that Tristan liked her and not Paris but anyway....Honestly for now, I like Tristan more so than Dean..FOR NOW!!!! And not in the sense of who should be with Rory. More so, who's more charismatic and charming to play the teenage heartthrob of a small town TV show...based off of personal opinion I'm giving that to Tristan..FOR NOW!!! Is Tristan annoying and can sometimes be an asshole? Yes. Absolutely. But..and just hear me out...since that girl broke up with him at that party in front of everybody has he been on his best behavior (the best behavior TRISTAN can muster)? Kind of. It's not his fault that Paris has a crush on him and he has a crush on Rory. He likes Rory so he is going to pursue her. She (Rory) shuts him down every time he does, as she should. I personally don't see Tristan as a bad person but this is only the first season recap so, we shall see....And also to add to that Rory and Paris are like frenemies now and...I guess that works but at the same time Paris expects Rory to turn down Tristan because everyone knows she (Paris) has a crush on him..like girl..y'all ain't friends but I digress...Rory turns him down because she simple does not like him in that way. He's not her type. And also because she doesn't want to hurt Paris' feelings..but again y'all ain't friends but...ANYWAY!!!! Well that was S1 let's see what else unfolds.... *starts S2*

(PSA: Just wanted to clear up that this is my first time watching Gilmore Girls in its entirety from beginning to end. I use to watch snippets and catch it on TV when it was airing on cable but I never kept up with it to know what was going on. So, I knew about Lorelei and Luke's connection and I knew about Rory and Dean. And also know Rory and Dean aren't going to be endgame (I think) because she's going to date someone name Jesse later on in the series. So, I kind of know some things just not everything.)

[ncisfranchise-source]

CBS has an NCIS prequel series about a younger Gibbs in its crosshairs. But who is fit to fill a thirtysomething Mark Harmon’s shoes?

Well, we have some ideas!

Ordered to series earlier this month, NCIS: Origins will be set in the year 1991 and pick up with Leroy Jethro Gibbs as a “newly minted Special Agent at the fledgling NCIS Camp Pendleton office where he forges his place on a gritty, ragtag team led by NCIS legend Mike Franks.” TVLine has also learned that producers will be introducing a young version of Special Agent Vera Strickland, Franks’ onetime partner played by Roma Maffia in a Season 11 NCIS episode

In addition to executive-producing the well-watched franchise’s latest spinoff, Mark Harmon — who of course starred on the original NCIS for its first 19 seasons — will narrate NCIS: Origins.

And while Mark’s son Sean Harmon over the years has played a younger Gibbs in seven total NCIS episodes (via “flashbacks”), a new actor is being sought to fill the plum role on NCIS: Origins. Specifically, sources tell TVLine the spinoff is looking for an actor in his mid-30s, who ideally has blue eyes (like Mark Harmon).

The TVLine staff brainstormed some, and offer below a list of 11 possibilities, many of whom sport blue peepers. Review our picks, then weigh in with your own, ideal “Young Gibbs.”

Robbie Amell

We know, Upload — on which he stars as a digitally “resurrected” computer programmer — theoretically could get a Season 4 at Prime Video. But if that’s not in the cards, Amell could be a fine fit as Young Gibbs.

PREVIOUS TV CREDITS: Upload, The Flash, The Tomorrow People, Revenge and others

EYE COLOR: Blue!

Matt Barr

We really like Barr for this. He brings a vitality to his roles, as well as swagger and charm, and he is no stranger to the Paramount/CBS/The CW family. Surely he’s on their radar.

PREVIOUS TV CREDITS: Walker Independence, Walker, Blood & Treasure, Valor, Hellcats, Harper’s Island and others

EYE COLOR: Blue!

Ryan Hansen

OK, this is one of our wilder wild cards, seeing as Hansen’s resume is comedy-heavy. But we are admittedly curious to see if he could dial things in enough to lead a procedural. CBS, though, may not be as curious; plus, he’s one of the oldest (north of 40) picks on our list.

PREVIOUS TV CREDITS: Veronica Mars, Party Down, A Million Little Things, Ryan Hansen Solves Crimes on Television (web series), 2 Broke Girls and others

EYE COLOR: Hazel

Matt Lanter

You kinda like this one, right? Lanter proved his leading-man chops on the gone-too-soon Timeless, and frankly he is due for a sure thing such as an NCIS spinoff.

PREVIOUS TV CREDITS: Timeless, Jupiter’s Legacy, Star-Crossed, 90210 and others

EYE COLOR: Blue!

Chris Lowell

With How I Met Your Father‘s cancellation, he’s available. Though his previous drama roles have leaned a bit on the lighter side.

PREVIOUS TV CREDITS: How I Met Your Father, GLOW, Graves, Enlisted, Private Practice, Veronica Mars and others

EYE COLOR: Blue!

Jake McDorman

CBS has twice before bet on McDorman, to headline its adaptation of Bradley Cooper’s Limitless movie and to play no less than Murphy Brown’s son. It’s almost hard to see how he doesn’t get this role.

PREVIOUS TV CREDITS: Class of ’09, Mrs. Davis, Murphy Brown, Limitless, Manhattan Love Story, Greek and others

EYE COLOR: Blue!

Beau Mirchoff

With Ride cancelled and Good Trouble ending, we put forth Mirchoff, because he deserves nice things. Blue eyes? No. But his age (a reported 35) is right in the sweet spot NCIS: Origins aims to cast.

PREVIOUS TV CREDITS: Ride, Good Trouble/The Fosters, Narcos: Mexico, I’m Dying Up Here, Awkward., Desperate Housewives and others

EYE COLOR: Green

Luke Mitchell

Like, how could we not suggest Mitchell? Yes, he’s about to recur on Chicago Med, with an option to maybe become a series-regular. But if a spinoff of TV’s most-watched drama came knocking with a leading role, that’d be quite the temptation.

PREVIOUS TV CREDITS: Chicago Med (upcoming), Big Sky, Blindspot, The Code, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., The Tomorrow People, Home and Away and others

EYE COLOR: Blue!

Chris Pine

Let us stop you right there: If our list had a “reach school,” yes, Pine is it. He’s a total long-shot, given his big-screen bonafides. But if he’s tired of Trekking… man, he’d be quite perfect (if one of the older, 40-plus candidates on our list).

PREVIOUS TV CREDITS: I Am the Night, Netflix’s Wet Hot American Summer sequel and prequel series, Angie Tribeca and others

EYE COLOR: Blue!

Ian Somerhalder

If Somerhalder, after so many years of genre-TV, is ready to settle down with a procedural, he in some ways does favor a young Harmon. That said, he appears to be the oldest, 40something actor on our list.

PREVIOUS TV CREDITS: V-Wars, The Vampire Diaries, Lost, Tell Me You Love Me and others

EYE COLOR: Blue!

Lucas Till

The star of CBS’ five-season MacGyver reboot is perhaps the youngest of our picks, south of 35. And with FX’s Lee Daniels-EP’d The Spook Who Sat by the Door pilot being redeveloped, he is 100% available. A perfect fit for all…?

PREVIOUS TV CREDITS: MacGyver, plus guest spots on Blue Mountain State, House, Medium and others

EYE COLOR: Blue!

[castle-dominion]

c4x15 pandora

Liveblog

oh I feel like this is a little bit plot heavy but not really

THIS one is the who killed markiplier episode with a billion causes of death! Ye! tho tbh I remember this one & it is kind of intellectually stimulating & I am not on my meds yet this morning, I just took my meds I forgot last night & I want to give it some time in between to prevent nausea

MR: Oh, you’re making me your fabulous pasta Carbonara. Ohh, you shouldn’t have.

RC: I didn't

Castle is so allowed to be concerned for his baby's internship

(I've seen gifs tho ik what it is)

Your better half lol martha

MR: Ah, ah, ah, ah. My lips are sealed.

RC: Then you won’t be using them to eat my…pasta Carbonara.

MR: (sigh)All right. Well, let me say this. This internship has my personal Seal of Approval.

RC: That doesn’t make me feel any better.

hellacious? that a word? Is it the 80s?

LP: No I.D., but lots of causes of death.

RC: You mean, other than gravity?

LP: Oh, yeah. See that bullet wound?

[Lanie shines a light on the corpse.]

KB: So, he was shot before he fell?

LP: And stabbed.

KB: Shot and stabbed?

LP: And choked, and has a pencil jammed in the side of his neck.

RC: ouwa!? Gives new meaning to the term “overkill.”

JE+AC: *don't make eye contact don't make eye contact don't make eye contact*

RC, leaving, absent-mindedly: Hey alexis

AC, approaching Dr Parish: Hey *don't look suspicious don't look suspicious*

RC:

RC: ALEXIS????

jdshafkjshdfjk great interaction

RC: It’s—I just—I don’t know if you should be exposed to crime scenes and dead bodies.

AC: Oh, I’m already used to it. It’s equal parts gross and cool.

LP: I heard that and I couldn’t agree with you more.

You really don't bleed that fast. & if you're wearing clothes it wouldn't happen like that. I've even done autosurgery & it would be hard to get a trail of blood that bloody.

He did not stand there for "a minute" he stood there for like two seconds while he opened the door, judging by how close the other droplets of blood are

KR: *talking abt the case* *watching the video* ,, Hey. Pretty cool about Alexis’ internship. *looks at castle* Or Not.

tbh I would totally keep the sandwich in my hand when it is in the air & I'd bring it with me

Ooh holy crap ryan's jacket is navy blue with black plaid-type stripes patterning it & it's pretty af, & then he's wearing a nice light blue shirt with no tie. I wish we got to see more of Luke Reichle's pants & shoes. That man is the bomb.

She's so calm talking abt her kidnapping & murder threat

Tina Massey: All he told me was that the man doesn’t exist.

Cut to LP: The man doesn’t exist as far as I can tell.

more broken bones than Evel Knievel. You’re not gonna believe his x-rays. I WANT TO SEE THE X-RAYS LETME SEE

Espt is looking nice today. Deep red maybe burdungy dress shirt & tie, grey jacket.

& Gage is gone!

Look up! Look up! People never look up!

Nice music

RC: Okay, hang on. Listen to me. I’m glad you weren’t there, because the kind of person who took John Doe’s body is the kind of person who wouldn’t think twice about hurting whoever got in the way.

That is the truth

VG: I assume he snuck out of the back exit.

KR:

JE:

KR: Actually, he went out through the front door

They call them blues, huh. Like how us chefs call them our whites.

btw I can't help but think that his name is phineas gage, the guy with the railroad pipe in his head or smth.

Whose desk is that??? Why is espt not doing this on his own computer? Why was he standing hunched over instead of sitting? Esp since he sits down now?

caskett outfits are also pretty btw.

Hold on the bullet is still in her head. She was shot in the back of the head & since there is no huge horrible exit wound or any exit wound at all, the bullet must still be in there. But where did all the blood come from? She is still bleeding out her nose but that would not have been enough blood

What is with ryan's shirt today? It seems pink but the collar (nice wide collar btw) is white.

Stay put to keep an eye on the body lol

Steaming cup of tea, sus.

& she lost her gun many times but always gets it back & it's ryan who is traumatized by 3xk having his gun

LP: Crazy. [...] The fact that Richard Castle, a man unburdened by regret and guilt, has a child that carried the weight of the world.

Well there was the time drug sellers stole their body

LP: Bodies just don't disappear

*enters a house with no body*

omg a NUMBER PAD for floors?? You have THAT MANY?

wait older bro said that the hospital he works at has number pads too nvm it can't be that much

*sexy lady walks up to castle*

Are we going to get to see Agent Gray?

So it's the detective beckett of the cia.

lmao treason is punishable by death? Screw that. U shouldn't be allowed to kill people & treason is a weird concept in the first place.

Thomas gage speaks 11 languages? I want that. He speaks english, german, french, spanish, portugese, greek, russian, arabic, cantonese, mandarin, urdu,

the cia: *does all the crap they did, a lot of which is a matter of public record*

The cia: *surprised pikachu when someone goes rogue*

Y'all sent ONE person to go pick up gage?

Becks has cell service down here?

Beckett you probably SHOULD have asked if u could answer seeing as you're in the cia & all

JE: She has a notation in her day planner, but all it says is....... *finds it & clicks on it even tho it is literally one word & I'm sure he could have remembered* “Pandora.”

Wow spies how sus.

What work have they done? Y'all are insane & stupid & lmao these spy stories are so weird & stupid.

Girl no you are not the cop here

RC: Ooh, wait. I’ve gotta see those direct-dial icons they put on our phones.

*beckett's has a CIA logo; castle's is a panic button*

ngl I feel bad for gates

Walks right thru espt lol

KR: So, seriously, what’s going on?

KB: Guys, I’m sorry. We really can’t talk about it.

JE: Come on. This is us.

*Beckett gives them a look*

*They turn to Castle bc they know they won't get it out of beckett & a musical bass plays*

RC: No. Hey, sorry, boys. Classified. Top secret. Our eyes only. Defcon 1. & if I did tell you, well, *looks them up & down* then I’d have to kill you.

JE, stepping forward a bit: Yeah? Good luck with that.

RC: Yeah, realistically, that’s not—

JE: I’m gonna go on record and say that this sucks.

KR: Sucks.

Mum def noticed the chess clock

castle adhd moments

woah that is pricey af! I'm glad I live in canada where we have space

Ew. It's like that tiktok trend where girls that are "not like other girls" show off by talking cars. Who cares? Cars are boring to me but cool to you good job have fun but I don't care. I like rocks & minerals & rocks are a dirty boy thing but do you care? no!

who laps whoM

Castle's right

Car phone?

Oh lol. *69?

Whoa ok that was fast & seemingly risky. I watched that at 1/16 speed & still idk what's going on it's so fast

Why phones on the ground tho... please don't break them ugh ok fine whatever. That's spy stuff for you

KB: (whisper) Castle. *Beckett turns on her flashlight. She finds Castle cringing.*

KB: Castle, what are you doing?

RC: Bracing myself to shield you from a hail of bullets. *goes back to cringing*

KB: Yeah, well, that’s very gallant of you, but you can stop bracing. I think he left.

RC: Oh. Man, my life was passing before my eyes. I think I lost track of time.

Punch out the tail light?

Aren't you supposed to tell people where you are going now?

KB: ... You pressed the panic button, didn’t you?

RC: Well, if there was ever a time to panic, I think this was it.

KB: Yeah, especially since it was Detective Ryan who found it.

Sophia Turner: By using all the coolest toys.

Just like Jesse or Jacquie or whoever the fbi lady was.

Edit:Jordan shaw

What if it was a call NOT to new jersey or OVER 60 seconds?

Math guy? Tracy was a math fellow too

lmao spy shit & USA shit

As a deaf person: no

Tracy played chess

Sus girly

*says their plan right in front of the cia elevator boy*

that would be a sad job you're a highly trained spy & your job is to stand in the elevator

surprised her hair is that nice

RC: I’m not in a--… How did you find out about that? No, wait. Let me guess. Beckett to Lanie to Alexis to you.

RC: Is nothing sacred?

MR: Not much.

What if it is not a chess play maybe it is people & locations

JE: I found one from ten years ago. Tracy and a bunch of her grad student friends went on a white-water rafting trip with a Dr. Blakely, their professor, although it wasn't a good time for him. He drowned during the trip.

*Esposito hands Beckett the accident report.*

KB: So he faked his death and Tracy was in on it.

JE: WHO faked his death-- BLAKELY??

[ugh the way his voice cracks a bit on "blakely" oof]

*Esposito grabs the report back.*

KB: Uheuah… I'm sorry. I can't tell you.

JE, shaking head: You know, a man can only take so much.

RC: She isn't my partner. You are.

That little smile he loves her

I don't want to ask a question.

*asks question*

sus

Vulnerability assessment...?

Big bro didn't realize this was POST 2008

y u asking abt the linchpin? He wouldn't trust u

dun dun dun & then he dies & then the car goes omg bro open a window before u go under

aaaand they're under. If you are in a car, you must open the window BEFORE you get under the water.

Ok that is the end of the disc. I just watched the blue butterfly & I saw the commentary recently too so I won't be transcribing that today. The deleted scene is good tho. Alexis is talking abt all her internships & says she's going to apply to them all & whichever ones she does NOT get into, well, good. It eliminates them for her. Good idea.

Welp that was fun. I might go back & film some clips to post obsessively now.

[soletlunasims]

The thing about weddings is.... They can be messy. (Especially in the sims where weddings tend to be a free for all)

Xaidin and Ares arrived in Tartosa and made their way to the wedding venue that Xaidin absolutely had his heart set on. He spent the next hour making sure flowers were all there, the cake was right, the buffet was perfect. Tables, chairs, place cards.....

Ares got into her dress and then she found the bar.

She hid there until Luke found her.

Luke: "That's a lot of liquor right before a vow exchange."

Ares jumped: "Watcher. Are you trying to kill me?"

Luke: "No.... I just came over to check on you. Everything okay?"

Ares tilts her head at him. She sighs.

Luke: "Mmm... Well I hate to tear you away from your friends and family..." he nods at the bar "but, the ceremony seems to be starting."

Ares: "What? OH SHIT!"

Ares rushes over to the end of the Isle, just out of view of the crowd and her fiancee.

She watches Xaidin walk down the isle. He's so happy, she feels like puking. But she can't do that right now because it's her turn.

People are still moving around. Getting into seats. Some people didn't even come dressed for this. A lot of these people came here on their own accord when they got wind of her wedding details. Fans and paparazzi. Looking on each side of the Isle, Ares realized.... "This isn't how I ever envisioned my wedding. Who are these people?"

Ares finally reached the end of the Isle, reunited with Xaidin.

People cheered and took photos. They waited for the crowd to settle down before continuing the ceremony.

Xaidin started with his vows.

Xaidin: "When I first met you, all those years ago, I couldn't tell whether it was your determination or you're persuasive nature that made me fall for you. I didn't want to get too close, because I was afraid. Afraid that a girl like you would think a guy like me wasn't good enough for her. I was happy enough to just be your friend. But you surprised me one day when you said you were sorry. I asked you what you could possibly be apologizing for and you told me that you knew it was hard for me to be your friend. That you didn't deserve me. You made me feel like the most important person in your life at that moment because I was determined to make you realize that you were worthy of love. Your shell had cracked and you let me in. That's when I learned that you, Ares Palette, are made for me. I love you. Now and forever. I cannot wait to be your partner for the rest of our lives."

There were cries and sniffles coming from the audience. Ares was also tearing up. Not for the same reason, though.

Ares: "That was beautiful. Thank you."

It was her turn for vows.

She didn't write any.

Ares was so preoccupied in.... Other things that she forgot they were writing their own.

She had to make something up.

Ares: "Xaidin.... You are an amazing partner. A patient man. Someone anybody would be proud to bring home to their parents.... You have never once made me feel like I cannot come to you with my problems...."

Ares heard a notable *Tsk* from the crowd.

She glanced over and saw 2 things.

1. Dad showed up in workout clothes. Why?

And

2. .....Gunnar showed up. WHY?!

Ares tried to continue. She tried to ignore the very obvious distraction and continue bullshitting her vows.

Ares: "I.... Ah...ah..."

Her heart raced.

Xaidin gave her a concerned look.

Xaidin: "Baby.... You okay?"

Ares didn't get a chance to answer him.

Weddings are messy. Especially when you've had

3 glasses of wine for breakfast,

2 more on the plane,

And as much liquor as you could drink in the hour proceeding your vow exchange.

Ares proceeded to puke on Xaidin's shoes.

The crowd gasped.

Caleb teared up.

Gunnar smirked.

Luke.... Was gone.

[postwarlevi]

Happy Halloween

Content: 1.6k words. Jean/Connie/Sasha take your and Levis daughter trick or treating.

Read part two

"And you're sure you don't want mommy and daddy to take you, duchess?" Levi asks his daughter one last time.

She shakes her head, eagerly waiting for the moment auntie Sasha and uncles Jean and Connie show up.

"They're almost here." You tell both of them. Jean text you that they are just a few minutes out.

Your beautiful daughter recently turned five years old and wanted the 'cool' adults to take her trick or treating this year. As much as she loves you, cool is not her parents.

You and Levi don't mind. The trio happily said yes to taking her out, and you get a couple hours to yourselves.

She's adorable in her pink princess dress as Levi helps get her shoes on while you get the tiara to complete her costume and a container for collecting candy.

"Don't take anything opened." Levi reminds her, and just like her father, she rolls her eyes, making you smile. Everyone says she looks like you, but those scowls are all Levi.

"Daddy, I know!" You know she will be safe.

"Snag mommy some chocolate, yeah?" You both giggle. Candy is rare around the house but on Halloween there's an exception. You and Levi will indulge in the goodies also for the next few days.

A knock on the door sends your daughter running forward to see who it is.

"Princess!" Connie is there, scooping her up.

"Connie!" She squeals in delight.

"Excuse me, she's royalty." Sasha comes in behind him, bowing her head. She and Connie are dressed as Princess Leia and Luke Skywalker.

Connie puts her down. "Right, my mistake." He's also bowing, making your mini me giggle.

You and Levi smile at the sight as Jean brings up the rear.

"I hear Milady needs an escort."

Your little one gasps at Jean in a prince charming outfit and barrels toward him wanting to be picked up.

"Well, look at you, princess, as pretty as your mommy." Jean tells her.

"Flattery from prince charming? Nice." You chuckle. "So, where's Han?"

"In the car." Jean is joining in with Connie and Sasha as Han Solo for their party later, but had no problems making a couple adjustments to his outfit to play the part for trick or treating.

"Thanks for taking her out." Levi appreciates that the trio is willing to watch his pride and joy.

"We'll have her home by ten." Connie says, like it's no big deal.

"Nine." Levi thinks even that's late, honestly, but he'll let it slide.

"Eleven." Sasha counters.

Your daughter is excited at the thought of staying up so late.

"Our party starts at ten. She'll be back by nine." Jean promises, putting her back down.

"Thank you." You smile as once again Jean is the responsible one.

"And don't take any fruit." Levi adds.

And there goes the eye roll again, this time Connie and Sasha joining in.

"Jeez dad, no fruit?" Sasha says sarcastically.

"Anyone that tries giving out fruit gets an egging." Connie says.

"Yes!" Your little girl is delighted by this, making you stare down at her, and Levi at Connie.

"No, he's kidding." You tell her.

"Am I?" Connie asks.

"What's egging?" She isn't sure but if Connie says it, it must be fun.

Sasha gets down to her level. "It's when you take raw eggs and th-" She gets cut off by Jeans hand on her mouth.

"She's thinking of Easter, princess." Jean makes a save.

Her shoulders drop as the excitement is gone.

"No one gets egged, no fruit, back by nine." Jean lays out the rules.

"Duchess, maybe take your jacket, it's a little cool out." Levi is grabbing it out of the hall closet.

"Dad! It'll mess my dress!" She cannot believe how her dad is trying to ruin Halloween!

"It's not that cold." You say, taking her side.

"Dad, it'll be fine." Connie says, picking her back up and bringing her forward to kiss you both goodbye, then moving out the door before anything else is said, Sasha dashing after them, the three laughing cheerfully.

Jean reaches for the jacket. "Just in case."

Levi thanks him and goes to get the treat bowl to place near the door. It's not very large because not many kids come down your way, as most years lights are off for parents to be out with their own children.

Instead of candy, which will invade your home soon enough, you have things like stickers, rolls of pennies, glow sticks and mini play-doh, things your daughter will use if not taken.

Jean steals a glow stick and waves goodbye to you both, heading off before the other three get too far.

"Can't believe I trust them with my kid." Levi shakes his head.

"Of course you do, so do I." As playful as they all are, you know they wouldn't let anything happen to your daughter. They've been babysitting for you since the beginning.

You and Levi settle on the couch together and turn on an old horror/comedy. This is as scary as you can handle.

It's making you laugh, Levi even chuckling a couple times.

You get a string of kids in the middle of the movie, so as you're giving out the novelties Levi is brewing the maple tea you wanted to try.

You sit back down to finish your movie. Sitting closer than before, Levis arm is around you while you rest against his side once you're done with the tea.

"They should be back soon." Levi checks the time when the movie has ended. It's a few minutes after nine.

You're about to tell him to relax when there's a knock on the door. "See? Nothing to worry about."

Levi goes to let them in when you hear him curse. "Are you kidding?"

Getting up to see what's wrong you gasp at the sight.

Your darling daughter is standing at the door with the biggest of smiles and behind her toilet paper is all over your porch, tree and car. Who would do this?

"CONNIE!" Levi is yelling, stomping out onto the porch past her, pulling down the toilet paper.

"Why me?" Connie gives himself away, emerging from around the corner.

"It was your idea." Jean comes out too, carrying the container full of candy, followed by a laughing Sasha with a second bag of candy.

"You took part in this?" You ask Jean, picking up your little one.

Jean shrugs. "She took part, too. We'll clean it."

"Just wanted to make it memorable." Sasha leans in to give a nose kiss to her favorite kid.

At least it isn't someone else's house, and it's not the entire lawn, and they do offer to clean it before leaving.

"Stop teaching my daughter bad habits." Levi says, shoving Connie.

"Hey, she enjoyed it." He confirms.

"Says the one who just cursed." Sasha points out at the same time.

The child giggling in your arms leans out to give nose kisses to the boys as well.

"Have fun, princess?" Jean asks, getting an enthusiast nod, while Connie and Sasha go and start packing the toilet paper on your car into a bag.

It's clear she's had a fun night and no real harm has been done, but school is in the morning, so you say your thanks and goodbyes, going inside while the trio finishes cleaning.

"Can I have some now?" She asks after you've gotten her out of the outfit and into pajamas.

"Just one. We still have to check it." Levi gives in after inspecting a piece, letting her eat it before she brushes her teeth. She has him wrapped around her little finger.

"Daddy, I got you Whoppers!" She says while laying in bed as you and Levi tuck her in.

"You did? Thank you, duchess." He smiles and pats her head.

"And Kit Kat, mommy!" She's still a bit wound up.

"Thank you. You have a good time?" You ask as she finally yawns.

"Yeah! We even threw egg-" She's suddenly clamping her mouth shut with her hands. She isn't supposed to tell!

You and Levi look at each other. So much for that.

You gently reprimand her before kissing her goodnight, adding an 'I love you' like always so she doesn't worry, letting Levi finish putting her to bed.

You head to send Jean an angry text but he has beaten you to it. He knows a five year old will have trouble with secrets.

He's sent you photos of the thing they were not supposed to do, also letting you know the building is vacant and will be demolished by the city in the next few days.

Feeling a little better, you can't help but smile at the photos, seeing how much fun she's had tonight. Pictures include trick or treating and her helping toilet paper the tree. You're sure they told her this isn't actually okay, except for this time. You also know Levi is reminding her, just in case.

Reaching into one of the bags, you pull out a piece of chocolate no one will miss.

"Hey." Levi is in the room now, frowning some.

"Oh, it's fine." You explain the situation, but he crosses his arms. "You weren't too hard on her, right?"

"Of course not. It's not that." He motions to the empty candy wrapper. "You started without me."

You're laughing as he dumps a handful of candy onto the floor for inspection.

"Don't worry, I didn't touch the Whoppers." You say, making a face and throwing them into his lap.

Levi chuckles and tosses you a Kit Kat, leaning in for a brief kiss.

An hour later everything is separated into piles. One for your daughter, one for you and Levi, and one that you save for a community buy back program for those less fortunate that will in turn put a couple dollars into your daughters piggy bank.

Before going to bed you make sure to throw away all the empty wrappers you've both left scattered on the floor.

a/n- Happy Halloween! In case you're wondering, the movie being watched is Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein. Love old classic movies...hmmm that gives me ideas! :) Also, don't really egg houses kids!