#it's not like ambrosia nectar suddenly

[riverofrainbows]

Because of a fanfiction, i have been trying some new teas (not been much of a tea trinker before tbh), and it turns out to be exceedingly difficult to find a tea made of just one ingredient. Especially fruit or flower teas. It also turns out that 80-90% of all fruit and flower tea mixes are based on Hagebutte, regardless of what the package claims to be the main ingredient. I do not like Hagebutte and am specifically here to taste the other ingredients, those that are on the name of the tea. This is a problem. I now have personal beef with whoever is so madly in love with fucking Hagebutte of all things that they set the industry standard of putting it in everything. If that person exists. Otherwise i have personal beef with the personification of that fact, and i will fight them.

I was able to find an assortment of black teas, from a british brand even (yes the fanfiction was set in britain), that was apparently packaged in poland from importet tea, but i suppose the british people also drink polish tea then so it still counts. I was also, through some miracle and thanks to the plant biology course in uni, able to connect "Malve" with hibiscus, because they had little pictures of the flower on it (one of the only uni courses i actually enjoyed), and thus able to source a solely hibiscus hibiscus tea (no Hagebutte), so that has been a success.

I have not been able to find any jasmin tea, nor cherry that doesn't have not only goddamnmotherfucking Hagebutte but also about 5 other ingredients so the cherry component of the taste is negligible, so i will need to find some other source for them (i will try a big department store, this was a supermarket).

I have also, by staring at the tea shelf for too long, formed the theory that british people aren't unique, people in general are just weird about caffeinated beverages. Sometimes it's quite benign or actually has reasons (like green tea leaves burning at too high temperatures), but i promise it's possible to drink coffee that wasn't prepared with the whole thing with grinding the beans yourself and doing the thing with the little broom and doesn't have a "perfect crema". I also promise that it's not a crime to drink black tea that's been differently prepared with regards to sugar or milk. Even oversteeped green tea is still perfectly ok.

I don't mean cultural traditions or personal tastes or people who do this as a hobby, i mean how (some a lot of) people insist that you need the best quality and the best quality preparation for it to taste good, and that everyone else is low-key uncultured.

I promise that a not supremely optimally prepared caffeinated beverage is not impeded in it's main function.

[jgracie]

LOVE GROWS (WHERE MY ROSEMARY GOES) — PERCY + CHILD OF DEMETER

masterlist | rules

❝ Hiya,can i request if you have time,Percy dating a Demeter kid?Thank you💕 ❞ — anon

in which percy dates a child of demeter

pairing percy jackson x demeter!reader

warnings me projecting as a child of demeter LOL, one swear word

on the radio . . . love grows (where my rosemary goes) (edison lighthouse)

an never stop requesting demeter!reader guys (i live vicariously through her) also this features another travis cameo LOL him and percy are bffs in my head ALSO the watering can thing is inspired by stardew valley i cannot wait for the day i get to upgrade to sprinklers

Percy’s never been a morning person. However, he has been forced awake at ungodly times due to nightmares

This was one of those times. He could barely remember what the dream was about, all he knew was that it was bad enough for him to wake with a start, his body drenched in sweat as he tried to recollect himself

Looking over at the clock on his bedside table, Percy could barely make out the time: 5:35AM. Well, there was no point going back to sleep now. Even if he did, he’d probably just be visited by nightmares again

So, Percy slipped the nearest t-shirt on and left his cabin, unsure of where he was heading - maybe the beach to cool off? Who knows, he was in disarray. The worst dreams were always the ones you couldn’t remember, the fear of them possibly being important haunting your day

Suddenly, Percy smelt a comforting scent waft through the air. He’d never smelt anything like that before. It couldn’t be ambrosia or nectar - while they both had good scents, they weren’t half as strong as this one. What could it be?

He decided to follow his instinct and find where the smell was coming from. Which led him to cabin 4

Despite it being right across from his own, Percy never paid cabin 4 much attention. Not until now

He continued following the scent and ended up at the back of the cabin, where there was a huge garden filled with what Percy believed to be the most appetising fruits and vegetables he’s ever seen. To the side, there was a greenhouse, where he could see the silhouette of a person

Curious, Percy made his way over to the greenhouse. He’d never spoken to a Demeter kid before, but he’d heard of your nurturing nature and kind hearts in passing

“It’s okay, Cassie, you can go back to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up, I promise,” Percy heard a voice say, stopping in his tracks. Deciding to take a peek, he found himself facing an angel

You were rocking a young girl who seemed to be six years old at most back to sleep in your arms. Wherever you went, the flowers in the greenhouse bloomed brighter, gravitating towards you and wrapping their stems around your arms, almost as if they were vying for your attention

The girl’s face was tear-streaked, but she nodded, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You smiled and ran your fingers through her hair, praying to your mother that she wouldn’t have another nightmare

You hated when the younger kids got nightmares - they could barely understand the fact that one of their parents is a God, let alone comprehend the strange demigod nightmares

Then, you noticed him. When you locked eyes, Percy felt as if the last puzzle piece of his life was finally put in place. Was it too early to say you were made for him?

“Hello! Welcome to Flowers and Vines (shoutout to Stella for naming it!), how may I help you today?” You said, your cheery tone snapping Percy out of the trance you put him in. Walking inside (he’d been simply listening next to the door), Percy sheepishly rubbed his neck, hoping you didn’t think he was some weird stalker

Percy looked around, now fully being able to see everything your greenhouse had to offer. His mom would love this place

“Oh, I’m good, thanks… I didn’t know you guys had a flower shop here! That’s really cool…” Percy said, trailing off at the end once he realised he didn’t know your name. He was a little embarrassed, but luckily, you didn’t seem to mind

Giggling, you continued for him, “Y/N, my name’s Y/N. And Flowers and Vines is more than just a flower shop, we sell produce too! Mr D’s kids help us with the grapes.” As you told him all of this, you were going around with a pretty pink watering can and watering every single plant in the whole greenhouse. Surely, there must be a more efficient way to water them all?

That morning, Percy decided he would buy a flower from you. When you’d asked which one he wanted, he simply told you to surprise him

“These are some of my favourites,” you said while wrapping your flowers of choice - to Percy, they looked like every other pink, round flower out there, but he’d learn the difference for you. These were now special

Handing him the little bouquet, you continued, “Rhododendron - ‘I shall never look upon your like again’, that’s what they mean. I don’t see them around much anymore, which is why I planted them here!”

It was almost like you knew Percy would never look upon your like again. When he’d asked you how much they were for, you insisted on giving them to him on the house. After much arguing, Percy accepted, keeping them right next to his bed. Something about them made the nightmares a little better

After that day, Percy couldn’t stop thinking about you. Everything he saw around him reminded him of you - from the flowers in the forest to the smell of mangoes in the air as their season arrived

He’d see you occasionally, too, and would shyly wave whilst hoping you didn’t notice the way his face turned a bright red when you waved back

You thought Percy was really cute, too, and were a little disappointed when he didn’t show up a second time after your original rendezvous. You began taking on so many shifts you might as well have been working at Flowers and Vines full time. Your siblings (as well as Dionysus’ kids) teased you relentlessly for this, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to see him again

And then you did

Percy’s idea was one that was suggested by none other than Travis Stoll. He was simply catching up with the son of Hermes when he’d brought up the fact that everyone working at Flowers and Vines watered the plants using watering cans (something which had been really bothering Katie)

When Percy had asked why they did that, Travis explained that they used to have sprinklers but after the Ares cabin tinkered with them once (they were bitter over a game of Capture the Flag), causing the water to go all over the place and killing a lot of the flowers, the sprinklers were unusable and currently being fixed by the Hephaestus cabin

That’s when Percy came up with it. Since he was a son of Poseidon, he could spread water from a source as far as he wanted to. Therefore, he could help with your issue and have an excuse to talk to you

Immediately, Percy ran to the flower shop/fruit market he’d grown to love so dearly

“Hi! Is Y/N here?” He asked one of your siblings, breathless. They nodded and pointed behind them, smirking as they snuck knowing glances to your other siblings

There you were, in all your glory. You seemed to sparkle under the Sun, watering the flowers with your little pink pot. When the water ran out, you sighed. You really needed to invest in a bigger one

Just as you were about to go fill it, Percy proudly announced, “you won’t have to do that anymore!”

You couldn’t believe your ears. As you turned around, you fought the urge to hug the boy. Despite only speaking with him once, you really did miss Percy

Intrigued, you followed Percy to the fountain in the middle of the greenhouse. Before, it used to just be for decoration (since you had sprinklers), but now it came very handy for refilling your watering cans

Extending his arm towards the fountain, Percy willed droplets of water to hover in the air, then, with one motion, threw them all over the greenhouse, watering your plants perfectly

“Oh my Gods, Percy, this is amazing! Thank you so much!” You exclaimed, running over to him and giving him a peck on the cheek. It was a spontaneous decision mainly done because you were getting quite tired of manually watering all your plants

After that, Percy began working at Flowers and Vines as your temporary plant-waterer. You, your siblings and Dionysus’ kids would all cheer when he’d appear, and he’d play into it, making a big show out of getting the water out of the fountain and sprinkling it over the plants, winking at you as he did so

The plants seemed to flourish even more than usual, too. You told yourself it was probably because water from a son of Poseidon was more powerful than normal water (or something along those lines), but you knew the truth

As a child of Demeter, much like your mother, your emotions influenced nature around you. When you were sad, plants would wilt and wither, mimicking the winter Demeter creates whenever Persephone is in the Underworld

The opposite was true. Whenever you were happy, plants would blossom and bloom all around - and you were really happy when Percy was around. Which is why you needed to tell him before the Hephaestus cabin fixed your sprinklers

However, fear got the best of you every time you tried to get the words out of your mouth. Despite practising several times with your siblings (and even once with the Aphrodite cabin), whenever you tried telling Percy, you’d get shy and vines would grow out of your head, tangling with your hair and acting as a shield

Unfortunately for you, Percy couldn’t tell from that that you liked him, so you simply had to get over your fears and say it

Your confession happened on Percy’s last day as your plant waterer. That morning, Katie had pulled you to the side, telling you to hurry up your confession to Percy as she and Travis couldn’t delay the Hephaestus cabin any more (they were getting quite annoyed, having worked on the sprinklers for so long. What did those Ares kids do to them?)

So, you spent the whole day bracing yourself for Percy’s arrival. All you had to do was say it, get his response and move on with your life. It wasn’t that big of a deal!

After Percy watered the plants, everyone watched in silence, waiting for you to say something

“Hey… Percy, can we talk?” You asked, ignoring the hushed cheers of your siblings as you approached the boy. He nodded, smiling at you and letting you lead him to the back, where you kept all the extra supplies

Sitting on a stool, Percy looked up at you, just noticing your nervousness, “is everything okay?” He asked, concern laced in his voice

You nodded, taking a deep breath. You practically had this memorised. You just had to get the words out. You couldn’t get the words out

The vines grew from your head again and you wanted nothing more than to cocoon yourself in them. You’d faced terrifying monsters with a calm smile and eliminated them like you were pulling weeds out of your gardens, but you couldn’t tell a boy you liked him?

At this point, the vines were wrapping around the stool Percy was sat on, and he stood up, confused

Slowly, he made his way over to you and brushed the vines away from your face. As he looked into your wide eyes, he finally understood. Cupping your face with his hands, Percy placed a tender kiss on your lips

“I like you too, Y/N. Like, a lot”

Ok dating hcs 🥳

First of all I just wanna say PICNIC DATES!!! Sometimes you have them on the beach and it’s like you combined both your worlds <3

As a child of Demeter I can confidently say we know how to cook. Percy’s so in love with your cooking. He never thought any cooking could rival his mother’s until you came along

Somehow, you knew how to make meals that make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. If you asked him to taste ambrosia and one of your meals blindfolded and then choose one, he’d choose yours in a heartbeat

He’s also so obsessed with the fresh produce you bring from Flowers and Vines. I said this in my Percy x Persephone!Reader headcanons but I don’t think Percy’s much of a fruits/vegetables guy so the fact that you have him hooked on them says a lot

Swears he’s addicted. You think he’s just saying that to flatter you but he means it. If someone asked him if he had an addiction he’d look them dead in the eye and go, “yes, my partner’s bell peppers.”

He’s actually right though! Demeter + Dionysus kid powers make the produce taste a little fresher and last for way longer

Percy also decides to learn the language of flowers. He borrows a book about it from the Athena cabin and makes little notes and everything

Once, you came to his cabin and found the book full of scrawled annotations and sticky notes in it and you had to fight the urge to bawl your eyes out because he’s just so adorable

Will literally buy you flowers from your own flower shop though LMAO he doesn’t even try to do the transaction with anyone else. He’ll buy them and you’ll give them to him and he’ll be like “oh thanks I’m gonna go give this to the light of my life now” and he just hands them back to you

Percy’s also def the type of guy to keep one with him so he can get you new ones as soon as they start to wilt. Except his timing is always off because flowers tend to last a little longer when they’re around you

Lowkey still works at Flowers and Vines except he just follows you around and has no salary (he says his salary are kisses from you but knows he’d get them regardless LOL)

Brings Sally and Paul to Flowers and Vines and they’re immediately hooked because flowers in the mortal world aren’t half as beautiful as these hello??

Also, as a child of Demeter, you are naturally very motherly and caring. He loves seeing you interact with Estelle so much!!!

His half-sister warmed up to you extremely quickly and now refuses to be babysat by anyone who isn’t you. Like it can’t even be Percy alone you have to be there!!

Percy ALSO loves it when you dote on him. This leads to him being a little dramatic at times

Looking up, you saw a pouty Percy make his way over to you, his brows furrowed as he looked down at his finger

“Y/N! You won’t believe what happened!” He said. The first couple times he pulled this stunt, he’d scared you shitless, but you now knew all about your boyfriend’s antics and simply gave him a knowing smile

Feigning worry, you asked, “oh no, what is it?” Percy revealed his finger to you, which had a barely noticeable cut at the tip of it

“I was talking to Clarisse when all of a sudden she swung at me!” He told you, looking over to the side. In reality, he’d asked Clarisse to cut him, knowing only a child of Ares could have such precision with a weapon

Sporting a pout of your own, you took Percy’s finger and peppered it with kisses, “I’ll speak to Clarisse, don’t worry.” You said

“Uhh.. Y/N.. she also punched me in the lips… My lips really hurt.”

Let’s just say you didn’t get much work done that day (SAFE FOR WORK!)

[faustiantales]

𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖞

Dark Descent: Atsushi Murasakibara X fem/afab!Reader

Twisted Truths: incest, underaged sexual activities, dubcon, cunnilingus, slight somnophilia

Synopsis: It's no surprise that Atsushi loved eating sweets. That's why when he was suddenly woken up by his grumbling stomach in the middle of the night, he decided to pay a visit to his unlimited supply of ambrosia — his little sister.

Shadows Lengthen: 900+ words

        "So sweet..." Atsushi whispered against her wet lower lips, tongue languidly licking her delicious juices that pooled out from his ministration. 

        It was around midnight that the purple-haired basketball player was struck with hunger. At first, he tried to ignore his grumbling stomach. Still, after a few minutes of trying to convince himself to ignore it, he decided to give up on the thought altogether and just go for it, or else, he would never be able to fall asleep. And so, he went straight to his little sister's bedroom.

       Atsushi always loved the taste of his little sister's pussy ever since he first got a taste. Not only did she taste amazing, but she also smelled good, too. Her smell was like strawberries fresh out of the oven. Her scent made him feel so content and warm when he had a craving for some sweetness.

        The man always tried his best to take care of his sister and treat her well. He would always treat her with something sweet to eat, believing that it will make her sweeter, thus, producing even more delicious nectar from her cunt. He was right, though—his sweet sister is delicious in every aspect, from her mouth to her skin, from her toes to her breasts, from her ass to her cunt, and all over the body.

        "More," he growled against her wetness, tongue entering her hole to ravage the insides. "Please let me taste more..."

        A moan escaped his sister's lips while he continued sucking her clit, his hands rubbing vigorously between her thighs as his tongue laved the inner flesh of hers. She shuddered as he suckled harder, her moans growing louder by the second. Atsushi thrust his long tongue inside her tight hole, feeling her muscles twitch erratically from his action. Despite the chance of waking her up, the purple-haired brother didn't stop, as if it didn't matter if his dear sister slowly stir awake from his starved ravaging of her cunt.

        And that, she did.

        "Ngh...Nii...chan...?" the girl babbled, still groggy from being awakened from her deep sleep that she could barely register the overwhelming pleasure in her nether region.

        The feeling of his strong fingers caressing her soft thighs sent her into a daze. And the sensation of his long tongue swishing through her juicy folds was the last straw for the sleeping beauty, sending her to wakefulness all the same. It was only when her eyes fluttered open that the girl realized how much she was enjoying the pleasurable sensation that his hot tongue has inflicted upon her pussy and she immediately felt embarrassed by what happened. 

        "Ah...Nii...chan~" she mewled, arching her back from the pleasure but didn't do anything to stop him.

        Atushi smiled, caressing her quivering legs soothingly. "Sorry, I woke you up. I was hungry."

        "Do...you have...to—ngh!—eat me...right now?" she panted, willing her half-asleep body not to convulse from her brother's skillful tongue. "Why don't you...eat something from the fridge? There's still...some leftovers from...dinner. Ah! Niichan!"

        The girl clenched her mattress, teeth gritted together while her eyes shot at the back of her head. Her body arched automatically when Atsushi did one pleasurable thrust of his long tongue into her battered hole, the sensation sending goosebumps all over her entire body. She was so sensitive that at this moment, it really didn't matter whether she was conscious of what he was doing, so she just couldn't stop herself from moaning and gasping and whimpering.

        "You're the tastiest," the man replied, hovering over her small, weary form overwhelmed with pleasure. Atsushi licked the juices from his mouth, purple eyes lidded with desire and insatiable desire. A devilish grin crawled to his face as soon as the words left his lips, his dark eyes glowing wickedly as he stared at the small figure beneath him. "Why should I bother eating leftovers when I have you?"

        "Just..." she panted, chest rising and falling while sweat littered her skin. She fluttered her lids open, [e/c] hues staring at her older brother's purple ones. Soon, her bottom lip puckered into a pout. "...I hate when you wake me up like that, Niichan..."

        "Sorry," his wide shoulders drooped, looking somewhat apologetic, the corner of his lips curving into a slight frown.

        "Geez... You're so needy, Niichan," she huffed, playfully rolling her eyes.

        "But you enjoyed it, right?" his grin returned, a mischievous glint in his amethyst pools.

        The girl's face flared up at his words and immediately blushed crimson from the tips of her ears to the top of her neck. She averted her gaze shyly, unable to deny her older brother's statement. At this point, no amount of pleading could change the truth, after all. So, she simply nodded in response instead.

        "Hm... How about I make it up to you? For waking you up?" Atsushi suggested, caressing her cheeks and making her turn to him.

        "How?"

        At her innocent question, the purple-haired teen grinned mischievously. "I want to fuck you. Let me make it up to you by fucking you senseless so that you can fall back to sleep from pleasure."

📜— Return to the Shadowed Archive

[pythoria]

feeling some feelings about gale tonight *cracks knuckles*; he was a child prodigy, he was in tune with the weave, and inevitably mystra, since he was just a little kid. imagine being so in tune with magic, feeling so comfortable and safe within its bounds, falling in love with something so beautiful as a child. it becomes your whole world. imagine being filled with such childish idealism, such hope, that your only desire becomes getting closer to this thing, this goddess, finding that love and safety and giving it form.

imagine growing up, finally getting the attention of your goddess, how starry eyed you must be, how proud of yourself. this is your whole world, the reason you're alive, your purpose in life. mystra is everything to you, the magic in your veins, the giddy feeling in your heart, the proud ego in your chest. and then she finally *sees* you for the first time, you end up sharing her bed, touching her, talking to her, earning her approval, and, you think, her love. magic is your job, your lover, the motherly embrace of childhood. of course you would try to ascend to be with mystra forever. of course you would want power, so she sees you as an equal. of course you want to impress her, she's all you've ever known.

and then when you fail, when a ticking bomb gets stuck in your chest, you get none of that love and care. she doesn't protect you, she doesn't even talk to you anymore. so you've lost everything you've ever held dear in one fell swoop, the basket you put all your eggs in shattered, and you're left with nothing. you're now a middle aged man, your whole life spent in service of your goddess, who abandoned you at the first sign of free will you've shown. you feel like a failure. you don't have any friends, nor lovers, and you fall from being an archmage to nearly becoming an ilithid thrall. and maybe you realise that were it not for the astral prism, you'd have become a mindflayer and mystra wouldn't have saved you.

maybe you realise she's completely written you off when elminster shows up and tells you she wants you to sacrifice yourself. maybe you think "is this what my life's work is worth? a lifetime of devotion? a second hand missive asking me to die?". but no matter how ridiculous the request, you're in too deep now. nobody would care if you died, mystra made sure you were always focused on her, never making meaningful connnections with other mortals, having no friends, foes, or lovers. if mystra forsakes you, you might as well not exist. so death to serve her might be the best ending you could've hoped for, really.

except along comes someone, and they also have a worm in their head, and you team up, and soon enough there's a bunch of you strutting around faerun, and suddenly someone *cares*. for the first time in years, you actually have... friends? and they're telling you mystra is insane, that you've been manipulated, they tell you that what mystra is asking is too much, that they want you to live. and you're defensive, of course. you still love mystra, and you can't get away from her either, because you feel her presence every time you cast as much as a firebolt, magic running through your veins like ambrosia, nectar and poison all at once. you conjure her face to gaze at, and when you start falling for tav, you show them the weave, because that's the only way you know how to love. eventually you accept that you might have to defy mystra to stay alive and suddenly you have a choice again. but in the process, everything you knew and loved turned to dust, and you had to build yourself back up from the ashes, all while smiling and laughing and trying fruitlessly to fit in with your companions, who find you stuck up and weird after so much isolation.

gale is such a tragic character, if you think about it.

[konigs-left-pec]

Scent

A/N: I unfortunately had to start my blog over due to a bunch of stupid things I couldn't fix, so I'm reposting the only two fics I've ever posted (including this, my first ever smut.) Please give me your feedback so I'll know if it's shite. Thank you, babes! ❤️

Rating: E/MDNI. (Breeding kink.)

Summary: Despite having been intimate with you for some time, König notices something different about you and it's absolutely irresistible.

"Oh, scheiße... that's it."

You perked up at the way he rasped those words against the seam of your cunt, distracting you from the way you were aching for his fingers or cock, positively soaked and waiting for him to do something. Anything. You were always ravenously horny at this point in your cycle so this wasn't unusual for you, but his reaction despite still being fully clothed and literally just getting into bed with you was.

"You smell so good. I just-" you heard the clinking of his belt, felt his hands moving against your belly and thighs as he pushed inelegantly at his pants and boxers, "Fuck..." In a fit of possession, rough hands grabbed behind your knees, pressing them back to your chest and pushing the air from your lungs as he dove in straight at the source. He licked and sucked from your clit to your entrance like it was life-saving nectar, the sweetest ambrosia, filling his lungs with your scent as his nose bumped against you, the little hits of sensation lancing up your spine and making you squirm and arch against the bed.

"König, it just means I'm fertile." You said matter-of-factly, a throwaway comment as you stretched with an airy sigh, spreading your legs wider and dragging your nails gently over his neck and shoulders, wishing he'd just get to fucking you. He sat up and wiped your slick from his chin in a way that made your core twitch.

"Ach! I've been trying to figure it out for months." One thick digit pressed into your heat quickly followed by a second, causing you to gasp. You were so wet and so ready it felt like honey pooling in your slit, causing your bones to itch with anticipation.

"Will you let me fuck a baby into you?" He asked suddenly, seriously as his fingers kept on sawing into you, your hips churning slowly in counter. Had you heard him right? His eyes were glued to where his fingers plunged in and out, his other hand pressing down on his hard cock. He looked up at you pleadingly, withdrawing his hand only to place those sticky fingers in his mouth and suck, leaning fully over you.

"You will be so beautiful when you're full with my child, Y/N -" he said it like it hurt, a private confession pulled into the light to be judged. He pressed into you, heavy cock slipping finally through your sopping folds to repeatedly, blessedly bump against your neglected clit, "Bitte, mein liebling."

You had barely said yes before he'd made his first thrust, thick length parting your gummy walls as you threw your head back, hissing out a breath and clutching his shoulders as he rocked deeper and deeper into your aching clasp. He was desperately kissing you, all teeth and tongue as he licked into your mouth like he could steal your affirmation before you changed your mind. Honestly, your mind was pretty useless with the way he was groaning and fucking into you; each thrust deeper than the last, a jolt of pleasure pain on each ingress that burned out your senses and had you bearing down on his cock as you inched closer to your end.

"Touch yourself." Came his strained command, his rhythm faltering and pace slowing slightly as he breathed heavily through his nose, jaw tight as he reined himself back from the edge. Lazy thrusts lit up your belly as you quickly reached between your bodies to swirl your fingers over your clit, overcome with images of a pregnancy and your King with a babe in his arms, a babe with your hair and his eyes...

"m'close, so close, König... please..."

He all but whimpered against your neck, licking a hot stripe up the column to purr into your ear, "Give it to me, mein schatz." He picked up the pace, pressing into something devastating inside you that had you keening, twitching and pulsing around him as you hit your high, gasping into his mouth as he spent himself with a painful sounding groan. He thrust lazily a few more moments, drawing out the aftershocks and making sure his seed stayed where you both wanted it to be. He gently rested above you, holding his weight off of you as he began to soften; he studied you as you recovered, gentle puffs against your cheek and dark eyes set on your flushed face as he hoped you wouldn't regret this.

"You know..." you pressed a sweet kiss to the apple of his cheek, ruffling the damp hair at the nape of his neck, "it doesn't always take the first time."

"I guess we'll have to keep trying, ja?" He chuckled, clearly relieved as he withdrew from your body, drawing you close and lovingly pressing a hand over your belly where he hoped to take root and make his home.

[dark-and-kawaii]

⋆｡˚⟡⋆ In His Arms So In Love ⋆⟡˚｡⋆

As he held her against him, their bodies moving as one, he couldn't help but marvel at how well she took him each time. How his cock fit her perfectly, like the gods had crafted them both with the intention of them joining like this.

⋆˙𝜗𝜚 — Pairing: Zevlor x OFC

⋆˙𝜗𝜚 — Content: NSFW - Romance - Tender Love - Nipple Play - Lactation - Creampie - Tender Loving Zevlor - Comfort - True Love - This Is So Soft And Wholesome - Big Dick Zevlor - Stretched Nicely - He Knows How To Fill A Hole With All That Cum ♡

⋆˙𝜗𝜚 — Artist Credit For The Image @cinnasalmon ♡ ♡ ♡

He was enjoying her, the way she felt pressed up against his chest as she kept his lap warm with that pretty little ass of hers. The way she ground her hips into him, her slick folds dragging painfully slow against his length. His pre-cum and her nectar mingling together, painting her in his scent, and hers on him.

The way her breath was ragged and uneven in his ear while she called out to him, “C-commander~♡”

He liked the way her fingers felt, buried deep in his hair, holding him so close to her… As if she was afraid he would suddenly vanish...

Not a chance in the nine hells.

Not once has he strayed from her side since the events in Baldurs Gate, he swore to himself a new oath that he’d always be near. Even in moments when dread gripped his aged heart, fearing his end was near… Zevlor believed fervently that even in death, he would find a way to continue guarding her- to never be far and leave her alone.

Zevlor had her and he was going to keep her, no matter what…

Lofn was so petite in his arms, so delicate, that he was certain if he squeezed her just a little too hard he could break her. The way her body trembled under his fingertips as they roamed her soft skin, one squeezed her thigh tightly, keeping her spread nicely on his lap. His other hand had settled on her chest, where he massaged her breast softly and tugged on her perked nipple every so often.

Zevlor’s ears twitched as the sounds she made, his eyes locking on her flushed face. He saw how her mouth went slack, drool trickling down her chin, as she let out the sweetest of mewls, “N’Z-evlor~ ha~ ♡ I-I- aaahh~ nn~”

When he pinched and rolled her sensitive nipple between his thumb and index finger, tugging it away from her gently, he watched as the smallest dribble of milk spilled forth from her chest. As it slid down her chest, the milky white substance sticking to her smooth skin, he was almost tempted to lean down and taste it, to run his tongue over the trail it left and lick her clean.

Those infernal eyes found hers once more- their gazes meeting as she nodded weakly, “P-please~ I want you to~”

How could he deny her?

Zevlor leaned forward and flicked his tongue against the perky bud, a groan leaving his mouth as the taste of her milk graced his tongue. It was like the finest ambrosia he had ever tasted. With a low growl, he latched his mouth onto her breast, sucking and lapping at the milk that came forth.

As he did, he could feel Lofn tighten her grip in his hair, pushing him into her further, her body shuddering as his warm, wet muscle danced around her nipple.

All while she kept grinding herself on him, her body moving slowly and her movements shaky. Her walls were soaked, her arousal sticking to his fat cock, and each time her folds slid over his tip, she had to stop herself from sinking down onto him. Each time his cock grazed her clit, her brow furrowed and her eyelids fluttered closed. Zevlor heard her moans become louder and more frequent as she became impatient, eager to take him in. He could feel the wetness of her pussy grow, the fluids coating his cock and dripping onto his thighs…

… Zevlor’s long lashes flutter as his eyes drift up to the woman in his arms, and his mind races- his heart skipping a beat.

Gods above, she was the most gorgeous woman- the most beautiful soul- he had ever laid eyes upon. It nearly brings him to tears thinking about how blessed he is to have her- how lucky he is that the Gods allowed him to have her.

Even though he was older- had lived for many years and had been through so much turmoil- she made him feel young. He felt as though he were a young man again, who was experiencing all these sensations and emotions for the first time…

Life had never been easy for him due to his infernal heritage, society branded him as a hellspawn, unworthy of affection, a creature that should be chained and locked away. But to her, he was not some hellspawn, but rather a protector, a handsome man who deserved everything and more, the only man worthy of her heart. His horns, often seen as marks left by a devil, were to her but a beautiful crown that rested upon his head...

Lofn’s love for him made him feel worthy.

And Zevlor- a man who had lived so long without affection, a man who had resigned himself to the fact that he was never meant to know love… Was in awe when Lofn confessed her feelings to him back at the grove… A part of him had felt bad, thinking she deserved a much younger man, one of noble blood like she. But, then she’d express how no other man could ever live up to him, how no other man would ever compare or make her feel whole as he did…

A small, quiet whimper catches his attention- bringing him back from his thoughts. And he sees how her lower lip quivers as she struggles to get the words out, “mn’Z-Zevlor, please- I- I need you my love~” Lofn was having trouble keeping her words coherent, her fingers and thighs trembling.

That look in her eyes, those ethereal silver-azure irises that seemed to glow in the dimly lit room, was pleading, desperate, and oh so needy. His hands settle on her hip and somewhat swollen stomach, his thumb rubbing circles into her skin as his mouth left her nipple, a quiet pop being heard as her breast bounced from the sudden release.

With a deep rumble in his chest, Zevlor leaned back, the hand on her stomach coming up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, and he whispered teasingly knowing it’s what she enjoyed, “Speak clearly my darling, or do you need me to move inside you to get your voice to work again?”

Lofn was quick to answer him, her tone wavering, her eyes watery, “Y-yes~ please! I-I need you inside of me, need you to make me yours- again~ I want to be full of you- mmnnn~ I-I need you, Zev- Commander~”

His breath hitches, and Zevlor swallows thickly as her words- as she calls him by his title goes straight to his groin, his cock twitching and pulsating beneath her. It took everything in him not to throw her on the bed and fuck her into the next age… He had to control himself, Lofn was pregnant after all and the last thing he wanted was to cause harm to their unborn child.

With his hands still on her, he guided her onto his cock, their duet of moans harmonized as his thick head parted her silky lips and entered her tight warmth- stretching her deliciously. Lofn arched her back while he continued to help her down his cock, “Ahha~ Zevlor! ♡ it-it’s s’good~ so good, you f-feel- AH~!”

She could feel each ridge- each bump, as his cock was forced deeper into her, massaging her plush walls so perfectly. She could feel his girthy member stretch apart her velvety insides, making room for himself within her, and her body shook, her walls clenching and spasming as his cock rubbed against her most sensitive areas.

The sensation of her clenching around his cock made his head spin. And as he reached her deepest point, the base of his cock resting snugly against her dripping cunt, his tip kissing her womb, Zevlor let out a deep groan, “By the Gods Lofn, you-“ he couldn't help but moan, his breath shaky as he spoke, “-I- I love you, my dear heart- my light-“

“Zevlor~ I-I- love y-you too~ ha~ s’much, Z-Zev~ ♡ so m-much~ i don’t think I could make it with-without you here~ ♡ haaa~ m-my love, my protector, my Commander~ a-aahh~ ♡ n-now, p-please- m-make love to me- make me cum- make me yours, a-again~ ♡ and again, my heart.”

He could refuse her nothing.

His large hands gripped her hips, and he guided her slowly along his cock. Lofn could feel his tip rubbing her cervix, the pressure pushing her over the edge- her moans loud, echoing throughout their shared chamber, her head thrown back in pleasure as her eyes fluttered shut.

But Zevlor- oh, his eyes stayed locked on her, watching the way she looked as she was filled by him. Her scent- her sweet smell was intoxicating, always making his mouth water and his throat go dry. She was of noble blood, a princess- heir to the Thay throne… A formidable woman who soared through the skies on the back of a dragon, closer to the gods than most. Commanding and powerful, she exuded strength. Yet in these quiet moments alone, she was nothing more than a puddle of vulnerability in his lap, a mess of a woman- a beautiful and fragile doll that fit him like a missing puzzle piece.

Their every touch was a verse of poetry carved in flesh, a visceral sonnet of their entanglement. Their bodies moved with grace, with each caress and thrust, scripting a love story in the very flesh they were made from.

And as her breasts bounced up and down with every gyration, as her moans became a song in his ears, Zevlor was sure this was what the heavens must be like.

As he held her against him, their bodies moving as one, he couldn't help but marvel at how well she took him each time. How his cock fit her perfectly, like the gods had crafted them both with the intention of them joining like this. He watched the way her folds swallowed his cock, her lips stretched around him, and he could see her juices drip down him… It made his thighs tremble- his tail curling around her waist as the tip of it caressed where his child rested.

They were both oh so close to that sweet release, he could feel the way her walls fluttered and tightened around him, sucking him deeper- pulling him into her. the familiar tight feeling in his gut grew, his cock twitching and pulsing within her- the head swelling and rubbing her insides.

Her eyes opened as she gazed at him through half-lidded eyes, a weak smile on her lips as she saw the expression on his face, and her hand reached up, brushing against his cheek, and she whispered, her voice soft and tender, “Come, m-my heart, cum inside me- make me yours, a-always~ ♡”

And, he knew she was right there with him, ready to fall off the edge. So, with one final thrust, his hips rising up to meet her as she ground herself into him, he released inside of her- filling her to the brim, “Lo-Lofn.. ha-hngg-“

His hot and sticky seed shot deep into her, coating her womb- painting her insides white, the milky substance leaking from her as her body twitched and trembled.

As his orgasm rocked his body, his mind went blank, his vision fading to white, all he could hear were her sweet moans-her cries of ecstasy as his name slipped from her lips.

He could feel her walls pulsate around him, squeezing him- milking him for every drop of cum, and her legs shook as she came- her orgasm washing over her as her whole body tightened and stiffened, her breath stuck in her throat. His tail kept her from falling back, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist, keeping her close to his chest, until finally, they both relaxed, and she collapsed in his arms.

Her head resting on his shoulder, her eyes closed, her breathing shallow, and Zevlor smiled weakly as he pressed a kiss to her sweaty forehead.

They were not merely lovers, nor were they but a couple- but rather a single soul, divided and given to two bodies, bound and fated to walk through eternity together. Forever connected- forever in love.

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Maybe in Another Life |12|

Pairing: Clarisse La Rue x Hunter of Artemis!Reader

Summary: You are a Hunter of Artemis, but you start to question what you truly want when you meet Clarisse and get to know her.

Warnings: Slight Battle of The Labyrinth Spoilers

Word Count: 3.1k+

Main Masterlist | Series Masterlist

ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 | ch. 6 | ch. 7 | ch. 8 | ch. 9 | ch. 10 | ch. 11 | ch. 12 | ch. 13 | ch. 14 | ch. 15 | ch. 16 | ch. 17

You were in Clarisse’s bathroom finishing setting up everything you’d need to create a rainbow. You had the shower running, Clarisse found a smaller mirror you could use to help reflect that light from the window to the mirror above the sink. It took a few minutes but once everything was positioned properly you pulled out a gold drachma, your last one, and tossed it into the rainbow.

You closed your eyes after a minute, silently hoping this would work. Your eyes snapped open when you heard Thalia’s voice, yelling at some of the other Hunters about how to set up the camp. You let out a shaky breath, the noise seeming to draw Thalia’s attention.

“Holy shit,” she whispered. “You’re alive.”

“Language!” You heard one of your sisters yell. A moment later she popped up through the mist, her eyes widening as soon as she saw you. “Oh, my gods, you’re alive!”

“Get Artemis,” Thalia demanded, your sister instantly took off at the order. “I can’t believe you’re alive, what happened?”

You nodded; you probably shouldn’t have been so surprised at their shock. You knew you had just up and disappeared, but you didn’t think they’d all assume you were dead.

“What’s going on?” Artemis’s voice came, a second later she appeared next to Thalia. She turned, her eyes widening upon seeing you.

“Apologies my goddess,” you rasped out. Your voice suddenly a lot drier than it had previously been. “I did not mean to disappear on you.” You bowed your head slightly.

“What happened?” Artemis asked softly. “We were beginning to think the worst.” Even through the iris message you could see the care and worry in your goddesses’ eyes. The loss of Zoe was still fresh and then you up and disappeared for you didn’t know how long, you were sure it wasn’t easy on Artemis or the Hunters.

“You look like shit,” Thalia said. Artemis quickly shot her a glare and Thalia was quick to mumble an apology. “Seriously, did you like take a shortcut through the underworld?”

“I wish,” you sighed. “I was downtown, picking up the ambrosia and nectar when I saw Clarisse.” Thalia’s widened in shock, but Artemis tilted her head at the unknown person. “She’s a daughter of Ares from camp Half-Blood.”

“The one you’ve been communicating with,” Artemis concluded.

Your entire body tensed up. Artemis knew you were talking to someone from camp you had befriended but she didn’t know much more. You were afraid of her knowing more, if she saw you and Clarisse together, there was no doubt in your mind that she’d pick up on the fact that you had feelings for the other girl. You might not have crossed any lines yet but that didn’t mean Artemis would be forgiving. She could decide Clarisse was a distraction and order you to cut contact with her. Still, you nodded nonetheless, confirming what Artemis already knew.

“She’s the one that’s been missing,” Thalia added. You furrowed your brow at that. You weren’t too surprised that Chiron and the camp knew she was gone but you weren’t sure how Thalia knew. “I talked to Annabeth.” Now that made sense.

“Chiron asked us to keep an eye out for a missing camper,” Artemis said. “He mentioned how they hadn’t met their check-in’s and last he heard from them they were still in the city.”

“How long were we gone?” You asked. You tried processing everything they were telling you. A day or two would be worrisome but not enough to inform others. If Chiron asked Artemis and the Hunters to keep an eye out that meant you had to have been in the labyrinth for a significant amount of time.”

“Three months.” Your eyes widened at that. You were thinking maybe a few weeks at most, not three whole months.

“It only felt like two days,” you mumbled to yourself. Two days in the labyrinth, one night, and yet on the outside world it had been three months.

“You found it,” Thalia whispered, her eyes widening.

Your eyes snapped back up to hers. You shouldn’t have been surprised that she knew about the mission. She talked to Annabeth regularly, they were best friends, she was probably the only person outside of Annabeth, Chiron, and Clarisse to know about it. You slowly nodded your head.

“What were you doing with her?” Artemis asked. “How did you end up in the labyrinth?” You weren’t even surprised that she knew as well, Chiron probably informed her what Clarisse was working on when she went missing.

“I saw Clarisse looking around a hotel across the street from where I was,” you said. “I knew she was on a secret mission but didn’t know what for. After she told me, I suggested searching the basement instead of outside the hotel.”

“You know she was supposed to just find the door not actually enter, right?” Thalia snarked.

You gave Thalia an unamused look. “That wasn’t intentional.” You glanced back to the closed bathroom door, you could hear Clarisse mumbling and moving around as she talked to Chris. “There was a monster, we took cover and it ended up being the door to the labyrinth.”

“Did you learn anything?”

“Yeah, we-” there was a loud bang as if something had been thrown at the bathroom door.

“What was that?”

You kept your attention on the door, ignoring Thalia’s question. There was more banging, and you heard Clarisse yelling. You took a step towards the door, ready to fling it open and help Clarisse with whatever she was dealing with. You waited a second and the banging eventually died down.

“You good?” you called out. You needed to be sure that Clarisse answered you and it hadn’t gotten quite because Chris did something.

“Yeah,” Clarisse called out, though it was muffled through the door.

You let out a shaky breath, looking up to the ceiling. “Sorry,” you said, shaking your head. “We found Chris.”

Thalia furrowed her brow. “Chris, Chris?” she asked. You nodded, watching as her eyes widened. “Chris Rodriguez, Chris?”

“Yeah.”

“Where the hell did you find him?” Thalia gestured with her hands.

“Arizona,” you sighed tiredly. Thalia raised her eyebrows at that. “We followed one of Hephaestus’ mechanical spiders, it led us to the door that got us out of the labyrinth which apparently was in Arizona.” You could only shrug, you were glad they knew about the labyrinth because your words sounded insane.

“And why is he still with you?” Thalia asked hesitantly.

You opened and closed your mouth a few times. You glanced back at the door as if you could see through it, you remembered the look Clarisse had in her eyes upon seeing Chris like that. You didn’t know how close Clarisse and Chris were before his betrayal, she had never mentioned him, but it was clear she cared for him. Getting him back to her house wasn’t easy, he fought the both of you at every turn, but Clarisse had still treated him with kindness. You wanted to just knock him out and drag him back, but she didn’t seem to want to hurt him.

“He’s not right,” you said quietly, looking down at the ground. “I don’t know what happened to him in the labyrinth but whatever it was,” you shook your head, flicking your gaze up to meet Thalia and Artemis’s. “It wasn’t good.”

“I’m glad you’re alright,” Artemis said. “Where are you now?”

“Clarisse’s,” you looked around. “Got lucky it seems, we popped out not to far from her place.”

“We’re camping for the night.”

“Where? I can meet you.” You didn’t want to leave Clarisse so soon after surviving what the two of you just did but you needed to be back with your sisters.

“Rest.” Though Artemis’s tone was soft you couldn’t help but frown. “You look like you need it. We’re leaving at first light, if you leave early morning, we should be able to meet up. You know our usual spot just north of you?”

“Of course,” you nodded. The Hunters always stopped in the same spot if they were passing by. It was a gorgeous natural area, somehow completely secluded and nearly untouched by humans. That was rare to find, and it also happened to be one of the best places to see the stars.

“See you then,” Artemis gave a final nod, then walked away.

You stood there for a moment, staring down at the floor. “Are you okay?” Thalia asked.

You let out a long breath. “The labyrinth…” you shook your head. “It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Luke might be trying to find a way to make it work for him, but Annabeth needs to be careful with whatever she’s planning.”

Thalia nodded; she was looking off to the side, deep in thought. You didn’t know Annabeth well, you truly only had met her twice, but she was Thalia’s best friend. Thalia didn’t seem thrilled about whatever Annabeth’s plan was. You weren’t sure if Thalia knew all the details about what Annabeth wanted to do but she knew enough and knew Annebeth well enough to be able to guess what her friend’s logic was.

“Do you want me to contact Chiron for you?” Thalia asked after a few seconds.

You shook your head. “Clarisse will,” you sighed. “Once I take over Chris watch.”

“Is he really that bad?”

You nodded. “I’d only ever heard the stories, people losing their mind in the maze, I never imagined it would be like this though.”

Thalia nodded. “I’m glad you’re not dead.” You couldn’t help but chuckle. “It would suck if that not even a year into being Artemis’s lieutenant I lost my second.”

“Had a close call but I don’t intend to die on you.”

Thalia tilted her head at your words, but she didn’t press. You weren’t ready to talk about what happened, you were still processing everything. “See you tomorrow.”

“See you then.” With that you ended the call.

Just as you ended the call you heard more shouting, and stuff being thrown around. You didn’t hesitate this time as you flung open the door and ran out into her bedroom. Your eyes widened at the scene before you. Chris was thrashing around on the bed, reaching for whatever he could get his hands on as Clarisse held him down by the shoulders, trying to pin him. His right hand was still tied, though loose, and he had somehow broken free of the restraint on his left hand.

You rushed forward, ripping the lamp out of Chris’s hand before he could smash it over Clarisse’s head. She glanced at you; eyes wide as they went from you to Chris to the lamp. You nodded at her as you grabbed Chris’s left arm, pushing him harder into the mattress. He was practically foaming at the mouth as he screamed and thrashed around.

You looked at Clarisse until she looked up at you again. “Sorry,” you whispered. She only had time to furrow her brow before you took one of your hands off of Chris and punched him in the face. You didn’t pay attention to Clarisse’s reaction as you punched him in the face two more times, finally knocking him out.

You slumped back, but unable to take your eyes off Chris, you were waiting for him to pop back up and try clawing your eyes out. “We need to restrain him better,” you finally said. “I know you don’t want to hurt him.” You glanced at Clarisse; but her eyes were still on Chris. “But it’s for the best. He could hurt himself or someone else otherwise.” You didn’t move from the side of the bed until Clarisse gave you a nod.

You re-tied and tightened the old fabric Clarisse had torn up to tie Chris to the headboard. You grabbed the extra pieces of fabric and tied them around his ankles then to the posts at the end of the bed. When you were done Clarisse got up from the bed, without a word she began digging through her bag until she pulled out some rope, handing it to you without so much as glancing in your direction. You tied the rope around the fabric as tight as you could without cutting off Chris’s circulation. The rope would hold him in place better, it was stronger, but the fabric underneath it would hopefully prevent it from digging into his wrists when he inevitably woke up and started thrashing around.

“I’m going to contact Chiron,” Clarisse mumbled before heading off to the bathroom.

You decided to plop yourself down in the chair at her desk. You kept an eye on Chris, he twitched every once in a while, like he was in a nightmare, but he didn’t wake up. You couldn’t help but glance around the room, it was like you were getting an inside look at Clarisse’s mind. She had a large stereo on a shelf and her walls were lined with posters, you assumed from bands based on some of them holding instruments. There were also books on famous wars, a few photos and art prints depicting famous battles. There were also weapons littered all over the place, swords and axes hanging form the walls, and daggers lying on table tops and under books.

“How’d it go?” you asked, pushing yourself out of the chair when Clarisse walked out of the bathroom.

“Chiron’s on his way,” Clarisse said. “Maybe he can help,” she glanced at Chris.

“I’m sorry.” You weren’t sure what you were apologizing for. You were sorry someone she clearly cared for was suffering, you were sorry you had to tie him up, you were sorry for being the reason she lost her spear, you were sorry for so much and yet ‘I’m sorry’ didn’t seem to be enough.

“It’s not your fault,” she mumbled, walking up to Chris’s side. She reached out, brushing some hair out of the way that was sticking to his forehead. “I used to have a crush on him.” It was nearly a whisper, but you heard it, you couldn’t help the way your heart dropped at those words. “Before he was a traitor.” She let out a humorless chuckle.

“What?” you couldn’t help but ask.

Clarisse shook her head. “My first crush turned out to be a traitor and my second…”

You dropped your eyes to the floor. Her first crush was a traitor and her second was you, a Hunter, someone she could never be with. “Really know how to pick ’em,” she sighed.

“I’m sure there’s someone out there for you,” you said softly. “And it will be someone that actually deserves you.”

You gave a half smile when you saw a small smile appear on Clarisse’s face, though it was a sad one. “Maybe I’m meant to be alone,” she shrugged.

You shook your head. “I don’t believe that. There’s someone out there that will be everything you desire; they’ll see you for how strong and incredible you truly are.” Clarisse finally looked up at you, meeting your eyes for the first time since you restrained Chris. “The only way you don’t end up with someone is if you decide that’s not what you want.”

Clarisse glanced around her room, avoiding eye contact with you once again, clearly trying to hide her emotions. “I assume you’re leaving,” she abruptly changed the subject.

“In the morning,” you said, allowing the subject change. “Hope it’s okay to crash on your couch.”

“Of course.”

After getting cleaned up and getting some clean clothes from Clarisse, since yours were covered in dirt and blood, you went downstairs to see Clarisse setting out a blanket and pillow for you on the couch. You didn’t know where her mom was and she hadn’t mentioned her, you figured her mom not being home was probably a common thing. It was still light out as you settled in for sleep, but your body was definitely feeling the toll the labyrinth had taken on it. Clarisse volunteered for Chris duty, she was going to sleep in her mom’s room, which was just down the hall, so she would be the closest anyway.

Sleep came easy for you; you didn’t wake up once. When you did wake up the rest of the house was silent, and it was still dark out. You glanced at the clock in the room, seeing it was just before sunrise. As quietly as you could you folded the blanket, sitting it and the pillow on the couch as nicely as you could. Then you grabbed your bag, making sure you had everything, and going through a mental checklist of anything you might need to get before meeting up with the others.

“You leaving?” Clarisse whispered.

You glanced back to see her standing at the bottom of the stairs, you had to give her credit, you hadn’t even heard her walk down the steps. “In a few minutes,” you said, closing up your pack. “Don’t worry, I was going to say goodbye.” You gave her a soft smile as you turned around to fully face her. “How was last night?” you nodded towards the stairs.

“Seems you knocked him out very well.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at that, you hadn’t meant to hit him quite that hard, but you were glad if it meant Clarisse finally got some sleep.

Before anything else could be said there was a knock at the door. You and Clarisse glanced at each other before she cautiously walked to the door. You reached for your bow as she turned the door handle, not relaxing your grip until you saw Chiron walk in.

“I’m glad you’re both okay,” Chiron said. “Where is he?”

“Upstairs,” Clarisse answered, pointing Chiron in the direction. “I’ll be up in a minute.”

You watched as Chiron disappeared up the stairs. You walked over to the front door where Clarisse was still standing. You reached out, brushing your fingers against hers, you were about to pull away when she intertwined your hands.

“He’ll be okay,” you whispered, giving her hand a soft squeeze.

She nodded. “Be safe and keep in touch,” she said, giving your hand a gently squeeze back.

With that you made your way out her front door. You looked back once, watching as she finally closed the door behind you. You truly hoped Chiron would be able to help Chris, no one deserved to be going through what he was. You gave a final look at the house, not sure when you’d see Clarisse again before turning and making your way to the place you’d meet your sisters.

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[bluehwale]

Ok sooo, you said that I could send my request and I couldn't wait any longer. The first fic is when they confessed for reader, but I'll love to know how they met reader and how they became that tight friend, a prequel if you will. That was it, thanks dear!

"the rainbow thief": the beginning | demigods! poly ateez au

01 / ‘the rainbow thief’ masterpost / next

summary. you never expected to be in a camp meant for demigods but, here you are. you also didn't expect on becoming friends with a brooding emo boy who introduces you to five of his friends, nor do you expect to meet two bickering best friends but, here you are. or alternatively, you meet eight boys that makes your life much more bearable.

pairing(s). ot8 demigods! ateez x daughter of iris! reader (son of hades! hongjoong, son of athena! hwa, son of apollo! yunho, son of poseidon! yeosang, son of zeus! san, son of aphrodite! mingi, son of dionysus! wooyoung & son of ares! jongho)

word count. 2.7k

genre. crack, flustered joong, fluff!, san being clumsy (again)

warnings. cursing, mentions of anxiety, alcohol intake (wooyoung and his wine), impulsive writing so it's not the best, camp half blood universe inaccuracies help

note. thankyou for the req and im so sorry i posted it so late!! i totally forgot abt tumblr bc i was having too much fun on my spring break im sorry T_T but it's here now!!! i also won't be accepting any more requests for demigods! atz </3

Hongjoong feels sick.

“I think you’re fine.” Yunho frowns, pressing his palm against Hongjooong’s forehead one last time just to make sure. The healer did everything he could, even resorting to human hospital’s protocol check-ups when his hyung refused the usual nectar and ambrosia because he insists that, “something’s really wrong with me, Yunho, and I don’t think those can fix it.”

The healer can only groan inwardly at his friend’s stubbornness because there’s nothing a little nectar, ambrosia, and his glowing fingertips can’t fix. But of course, he continues to entertain him as he’s not in the mood to test the patience of a son of Hades today.

“What are your symptoms again?” Yunho asks flatly, inflating the cuff wrapped around Hongjoong’s upper arm to gauge his blood pressure again (in truth, he doesn’t know how to read a blood pressure monitor but does it anyway for Hongjoong’s sake) to appease his “patient” who is currently sitting on a cot because he feels “sick.”

“I had this really weird feeling in my stomach, like, it feels like my organs are squashed around and everything inside me turned upside down,” Yunho frowns. Okay, that sounds pretty serious. “And my face got all hot, my feet couldn’t stop twitching, and I stuttered too!” Hongjoong continues, bringing a hand to his head in worry. “This doesn’t feel like me at all.”

“Hyung, was there anything that made you feel anxious?” eyebrows furrowed in concern, Yunho regards Hongjoong carefully. “If there’s anything troubling your mind lately, I’m here to listen.”

“No, I don’t think it’s anything like that—”

An unfamiliar figure suddenly pops inside the curtain circling the cot, momentarily surprising Yunho and leaving Hongjoong stunned once he recognizes the person in front of him. 

“Sorry, hi,” you grimace, feeling apologetic towards the tall boy you scared with your uninvited presence. You just got here, alone and wary, with a few scratches here and there from being chased by monsters, so you hope the cute boy with soft looking hair in front of you is the person you’re looking for and that your day won’t be even more ruined by an embarrassing moment of you mistaking him for another person. “I was told to find a Yunho here? They said he could give me something to help with my injuries.”

Forgetting entirely about his hyung’s complaints, Yunho rapidly deflates the cuff still circling Hongjoong’s arm and rips it off in a rushed manner, earning a loud yelp from the poor raven haired boy still sitting on the cot (he did not end up checking the numbers on the monitor).

Hongjoong feels his heartbeat quicken when your gaze lands on him once you stand on your tippy toes to look over Yunho’s shoulder in curiosity. A smile threatens to creep up on his own face when he notices your eyes brighten and a sweet smile curling up your lips. “Oh, Hongjoong! Hi!”

“_____. Good to see you again.”

Yunho flicks his eyes back and forth between you and Hongjoong, mischievously grinning at the interaction you’re both having because it takes awhile for Hongjoong to warm up to people and it seems like you’re new, so to think that Hongjoong has warmed up to you that quick, you must be quite the character. Or maybe, the emotionally stunted son of Hades has finally taken an interest in someone.

Yunho leans towards the latter. And he can’t wait to tell the others about this so they can all tease him about it.

“Oh,” you take note of him sitting on a cot and remind yourself that you’re in the infirmary, causing your eyes to rake over Hongjoong in worry. “Are you okay? You’re hurt?”

“No! I’m perfectly fine!” The raven haired boy who was previously complaining about his “weakened knees” suddenly sprang up from the bed, seemingly energized, and pushes a gawking Yunho over your direction with a tight grip on the back of his shoulders. “You should let Yunho check up on you then get some rest. Hope you feel better soon.”

You smile in thanks at the boy you met a few hours prior, the first person who greeted you when you stepped foot on camp, and bid him a goodbye as he turns to leave the infirmary to let Yunho tend to you alone.

Before he could, however, you nonchalantly tell him, “I like those glasses on you. Looks cute.”

A pause, and then, there it is.

Hongjoong’s cheeks slowly flame a bright pink, the soles of his sneakers nervously squeaking against the hardwood floors as he turns his head to face you with his eyes flicking to every corner of the room and anywhere that does not land on your figure. An intangible noise escapes his throat. “T-thanks.”

Oh. Yunho slaps a hand over his mouth as he tries his damn best to stifle in the laughter to save face of Hongjoong’s dignity. 

Hongjoong’s not sick.

For the first time ever, Hongjoong is flustered.

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“That’s _____? Hongjoong’s _____?”

Hongjoong smacks the back of the two-tone haired boy’s head as he hisses, “If you don’t lower your fucking voice.”

Wooyoung’s yowl of pain is followed with a death glare shot at his hyung, the slightly tipsy boy hugging his ‘I LOVE DIONYSUS’ mug close to his chest to avoid any unnecessary spillage of perfectly good wine. “What was that for?” he cries. “They won’t even be able to hear me,” he grumbles, pointing to the group of Iris kids noisily huddled together in celebration of winning a game of Capture the Flag against the Athena kids. An impressive rarity. Athena kids are known to be very strategic with their battle plans, even in mere simulations like the game they play every Friday, which is why the Iris kids are especially happy. 

Yunho tsks at the slurring of his friend’s speech, forcefully wrangling the mug of wine away from the alcohol fiend. Or at least, he attempts to, for the son of Dionysus quickly snatches the mug to avoid his prying fingers, an expression of mocking retaliation sent his way.  

“She’s so cool,” Mingi dreamily sighs, having hearts as eyes as he continues to look at you in awe. You’re in the center of the Iris kids circle, a wide smile plastered on your lips as everyone else rejoices on your team’s victory. You meet eyes with both Hongjoong and Yunho (who is still busy trying to keep his feral friend at bay), sending an excited wave their way in greeting which earns back a proud thumbs up from Yunho and a genuinely heartwarming smile from Hongjoong.

“You have to introduce me to her!” Mingi gasps eagerly, hopping around Hongjoong while flailing his arms in glee, unknowingly landing hits on the silently seething raven haired boy who pointedly glares at him in return. 

“You can do it yourself.”

“Someone’s doing it right now,” Jongho points out, the rest of the boys turning their heads to see their own Seonghwa hyung, the head counselor of the Athena cabin, make his way towards you and shake your hand with a gentle smile. It seems that he’s congratulating you for your win and Jongho chortles at the obvious twinkle in the eldest’ eyes. He’s trying to make a move on you.

And he can see why Seonghwa, alongside Hongjoong and Yunho, has taken an interest in you. 

Because although your fellow siblings are urgently trying to sweep you into the dining pavilion for a celebratory dinner, you still take the time to meet the three new faces that are close friends with Hongjoong. Amidst the conversation between the rest of the boys and you, Jongho gets why it’s so easy for Hongjoong and Yunho to be close to you in the span of a week. Your contradictingly soft but bubbly personality seems to shine out of you, easily melting the coldest hearts (cough, Hongjoong hyung, cough), and the way you always seem to have an easy smile on your face softens just about anyone.

It’s easy to like you.

“Who are they?” you question your siblings once you’ve sat in the Iris table in the dining pavilion, distractedly biting onto your chopsticks as you try to be discreet in sneaking a look at the two lone boys sitting separately in the Zeus table and the Poseidon table. Both tables that, apparently, have been unoccupied for years.

A new kid of the big three; Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, always garner attention because they’re so rare in quantity. Especially now that there’s two of them, one of your siblings, Yuna, excitedly jumps to inform you. “We don’t know their names yet but I heard they came in while we were just starting the game. Probably why we didn’t hear anything about them until now,” she shrugs, shoving another piece of gimbap into her mouth. “But the other campers said they got claimed immediately after coming here! That’s usually unheard of from the big three.”

Your brother, Keeho, who took the displeasing choice of sitting beside Yuna grimaces in disgust as he force shut her open chewing mouth. “Don’t talk while you’re chewing.”

You take another look at the two boys sitting silently with their heads slightly lowered, taking note of the unhealed scratches and bruises blooming all over their skin. You gasp, turning back to Keeho to ask, “What happened to them?”

“Heard they were hunted by a minotaur which is why they’re both forced to come here. All of the Apollo kids were stationed at our game earlier in case anything happens, probably why they haven’t had the chance to be healed.”

You shovel the rest of your food down your throat, almost choking in the process which earned a few panicked concerns from your siblings, but you ignore them and quickly move to the closest table, the Zeus table, after chugging down water from your goblet. 

“Hi! I’m ______. It’s nice to meet you.”

The blonde looks up in surprise to see you and you use the short pause to take a good look at his face. Soft slanted eyes that oddly remind you of a cat’s greet you alongside a shy smile that spreads across his face and pops out both of his dimples. 

Oh, you think. You didn’t expect him to be so handsome. You’re screwed.

“_____,” he repeats your name, pleasantly basking in the friendly smile you give him. You slightly waver at the way he says your name so sweetly. “I’m San. It’s nice to meet you too.”

“How are you liking it here?” you ask, trying to start a conversation in hopes of easing his first-day jitters. “I’m also still pretty new here. Just got here last week, actually.”

You can see the tension seep out his shoulders after hearing that you’re one of the newer campers as he gladly sighs in relief. “I’m pretty nervous, I don’t really know what’s going on,” he lets out an emotionless chuckle. “I just found out that my dad isn’t my actual dad and that Zeus? The dude up in the sky? Is apparently my real dad.” 

“Yeah,” you grimace, you still haven’t fully grasped that either. “It took awhile for me to get kinda used to things here but I also somehow feel that I belong here,” you look at him, hoping your effort of comforting him is working. “I think you’ll fit in here soon enough. It’s okay to take things slow.”

This time, San genuinely smiles. “Thanks _____.”

“By the way,” he adds in a whisper, tugging your wrist to bring you closer to him, inadvertently causing your cheeks to warm. “I don’t know much about my… dad or Greek Mythology in that matter, but isn’t he like a major dickhead—”

A thunderous clap of lightning pierces through the suddenly darkened sky, striking a tree that stood closest to the dining pavilion, erupting it in booming flames. Surprised screams break out throughout the dining campers, everyone quickly turning their heads to look at San; the most probable culprit of angering the God of the Sky that one of their trees is now on fire.

“Oh, oops,” the guilty boy winces. “Sorry.”

“San, was that you?” a voice came from behind you, requiring you to turn around to see who it is and oh– it’s the boy who was sitting at the Poseidon table; the other new camper. The raven haired boy looks at you, taking in the horrified look on your face as you resume watching the tree burn after attempting to nod at him in greeting. “Man, what’d you do this time?”

“I didn’t do anything,” the blonde boy Yeosang unfortunately calls his best friend, whines. “It’s just… maybe I said some words I shouldn’t have or whatever. Anyways, can’t you fix that? Shouldn’t you have, like, water powers or something?”

“We literally just got here, idiot,” Yeosang rolls his eyes, though he thinks it’d be pretty cool if he does end up having powers. He turns to your direction, taking the chance to talk to you now that he sees you’ve snapped out of your daze. “I’m sorry about him, he must’ve given you a hard time.”

San lets out an offended “hey!”

“No he didn’t,” you giggle. “It’s just,” you point at the still burning tree and a few campers circling it with buckets of water in hopes of putting out the fire. “It’s not everyday that you see stuff like this.”

Yeosang turns around, whistling lowly once he actually takes in the damage his best friend (his best friend’s dad, actually) has done. “Yeah, that looks pretty bad,” he says.

“Eh,” you shrug. “The Demeter kids are probably upset about it but it’s nothing they can’t fix.”

Your eyes widen, you totally forgot why you wanted to approach them in the first place. “Speaking of fixing,” you usher San out of his table and exchange proper introductions with the raven haired boy named Yeosang before dragging them by the wrists to the Apollo table. “You should really get those wounds healed. The Apollo kids here are the healers, they’ll know what to do.”

A tall boy, who Yeosang presumes to be Yunho based on your calls of his name, smoothly steps out of the table with his siblings and introduces himself to both of them. You told the healer about what you heard, that they were both hunted on the way here; hence the bruises from struggles of their escape. His eyes take in the exhausted figures of the two boys and he tells them that they should follow him to the infirmary to heal and rest up.

“Hey! Wait up!”

A boy with two-toned hair surprisingly holding a can of Diet Coke instead of his regular mug, skips to the group of four, tagging along the remaining of the boys behind him. Already exchanging greetings and introductions, the two new boys are slightly surprised at how friendly they all are but they absolutely do not mind at all, despite how they feel like their bones would crumble in exhaustion at any moment. 

As the nine of them move together towards the infirmary, Wooyoung keeps bugging Yeosang with stupid questions that makes San laugh. (“Can you turn water into wine?” “If I could, wouldn’t that be blasphemy? And shouldn’t you be the one who turns things to wine?”). He’s never met anyone like them and they’re a bit odd but he thinks that he likes that.

He looks at you walking side by side with Yunho, an imposing Mingi trying to squeeze in the very small space left between you and the healer who is now glaring at his tall friend. Jongho watches from the sides, enjoying the suffering his hyung is going through and letting out amused snickers now and then. Seonghwa and Hongjoong look like they’re fighting over something, arms messily flailing against one anothers’, with Seonghwa letting out occasional squeals. San can’t tell if they’re play fighting or serious. 

The blonde smiles, shoving his hands down his pockets. Staying at camp doesn’t sound all too bad now.

“I think you’ll fit in here soon enough.”

He thinks so too.

[willsimpforanyone]

If you wouldn’t mind could you pls do a will solace x fem reader when reader is on her period and how he deals with it and cares for us during the time we’re on it and if you can’t that’s ok because you probably get a lot or requests but if you can that would be great, love your work btw!

i'm so glad you like my work!

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periods are a wide and varied experience so we're gonna go solidly down the middle when it comes to symptoms

will is experienced when it comes to blood and pain and taking care of people

and he adores taking care of his girlfriend

so when you wake up feeling bad and uncomfortable, he is already prepared

being a demigod doesn't exempt you from having a period, tragically, and as there are definitely loads of people who get their periods at camp, the entire apollo cabin is more than used to this

he's not squeamish like other partners you may have had

boy is Prepared

encourages you to take it easy, take as long as you need, will 100% come snuggle with you in bed if needs be

if you're up and about but suddenly struck with the mother of all cramps, he's immediately by your side and letting you squeeze his hand as hard as you want while it passes

absolutely has a pack of pads and tampons and mortal medicine as well as little bits of ambrosia and nectar

also has emergency underwear and snacks and a little heating pad for you

never ever makes you feel bad or like an inconvenience for something entirely natural and biological

endlessly patient with moodswings and irritation because being a son of apollo, he has seen every bad period symptom ever

basically if you want someone to be there for you on your period

will is the guy you wanna go to

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god i wish i had a will, anyway, hope you enjoyed, thanks for requesting!

[stygianoaths]

Luke Castellan and his team of godkillers but they don't kill with weapons stained with ichor, but with the illusive Mist that warps the mind of mortals so easily, it shakes their faith.

In eons past, these mortals revered the Olympians with offerings and prayers daily, told their stories that inspired fear and awe all the same. It was something the pantheon had gotten hooked on, something more addicting than the ambrosia and nectar the texts had waxed poetry over. And the council of twelve did their damn best to keep it around. After all, there was no other high out there that can compare to the feeling of being in control, of being powerful.

But like any high, it wears off, sooner or later.

So that's exactly what happens.

Alabaster C. Torrington, with the help of Dr. Claymore, "discovers" new texts that discuss Greek gods that have never been heard of before; gods who are kinder, wiser, more trustworthy, than the ones everyone has come to know in this era.

It's interesting, how the origins of these gods and their lives seem to have no relevance or connection to the other pantheon and its history. No Titanomachy or Gigantomachy to speak of. There are a few parallels, but they are pleasant, like the love stories of Dionysus and Ariadne or Pygmalion and Galatea. Otherwise, it's like an alternate timeline of its own, where every god present is named a god for a reason.

It's fake.

But the mortals don't need to know that. For what's false, if persisted in, would become true anyways. Furthermore, it isn't like a new pantheon will harm any of them. The lucky ones with clear sight may win the heart of a deity who would actually see them beyond their fleeting mortality, who would care for them.

It takes a while, though, for the mortals to adjust to this suddenly newfound information. They are stubborn creatures, Luke knows, who tend to fear the unknown and new. Yet the youth crave it like bears after a beehive laden with honey. With time, they'll come around, he knows. Maybe he might not be there to see if the plans work out for himself, but someone would, and that's all that matters to him. He just needed to be the one to start the movement.

Luckily for him, he doesn't have to wait too long.

The faith spreads through idealized modernized takes on the mythology, as silly as it sounds. It's very of the era, isn't it? Books are being published on these gods who endure hardships and come out irrevocably changed but for the better. Ethan flips through one by an author under the pen name S.J and devours it in three hours. It reads nicely and he wonders when he'll get a chance to meet the main character of the story, and ask her if the myth holds true. It is, obviously, but it's different hearing it from a god. The fanfictions are even better, but Lou Ellen Blackstone gets drowned out by Alabaster's "lalalalala" before she can start talking about the recent one that was updated a few hours ago. Eh, so what if it's a little spicy?

Nonetheless, the new band of believers grows, and it's like a sucker punch to the gut for the Greek pantheon.

Apollo comes to camp and drops to his knees before his own cabin, surprising the campers. He looks terrible. Dionysus had already looked miserable, but the children attributed that to his sour personality. And, as usual, no one noticed the girl by the hearth who had disappeared weeks ago. But Apollo, golden boy Apollo, well, he has eyes that are sunken and sickly yellow, matted hair, muscles shrunk, and hands that shake as if they are beyond his control.

"They're killing us," he whispers to Lee Fletcher, "all of us."

"What do you want us to do?" Lee asks. Apollo coughs into his fist and looks down to see a smear of gold staining it.

A nosebleed. Gods don't get nosebleeds.

His children, gods bless them, are trying to heal him, but to no avail. It's kind of funny, how on any other occasion, such an act would have been annoying. If the solution was to simply heal, don't you think he would have tried that? But, weak as he was, he felt touched. Loved, even.

But love wasn't always enough to save another. He, of all gods, should know that.

"Can you write?" he asks. Lee scratches his head.

"Write?"

"Stories. Poems. Songs. Anything."

"Um, no, not really. Dyslexia kicks my ass, and you know archery is more my thing. But Will does sometimes. Healing is his forte, but I always see him writing something in a notebook, though that could just be medical notes, now that I think about it-"

Apollo disregards that last part and begs Will Solace to take up the pen and fight back. It's their last hope. If nothing is done, this camp and its children will become all that is left of the Greek Pantheon, for textbooks and website links are not enough to keep the faith going, especially if left to collect dust or rot in an archive.

"Write us new myths. Stories that can happen now, that we can make happen. Redeem us, so that we can live. We'll do it. We'll do any of it," Apollo begs.

"Anything?" Will asks. Apollo nods.

"Anything."

The Fates looked at each other from above. How time has changed. In the past, battles were fought with swords. Now, they had to be fought with words.

[paper-bag-boy]

PJO: Things I Wish The TV Show Didn't Change/Included From The Books (spoilers)

let me start off by saying any hate to the casting/actors will be blocked on sight. the cast did amazing and i won't tolerate hate towards them

mild spoilers: now that that's outta the way...

mentioning percy having nectar/ambrosia when he woke up and it reminding him of his mum's cookies. but i get that it's hard to convey it in the show w/o narration

it would've been cool if they showed seymour the leopard too

showing how dangerous/powerful Mr D. was like they did in the books cause grover didn't have as much of a healthy fear/respect for Mr D

why tf was annabeth the athena cabin leader 😭 she was supposed to be one of the younger campers and becoming a cabin leader was meant for older campers or when the current leader died or was injured (like when will's older siblings died in the battle of manhattan and he went from the youngest to the oldest and therefore cabin leader)

i wish they showed percy being in the water when he fought clarisse and her friends cause in the books it was why he was suddenly able to overpower them when he had just learnt how to use a sword

the scene where the campers knelt when poseidon claimed him (feat. clarisse reluctantly kneeing)

changing "a kid/child of the Big Three" to "a forbidden kid/child"

the hermes cabin was not nearly crowded/messy enough

major spoilers ahead:

I'm hoping they'll show more named characters who died in the later books (e.g lee fletcher, michael yew, etc) but it's still the first two episodes and only the first season so i still have hope

im begging on my knees for them to drop hints about the traitor and show silena beauregard's relationship with clarisse so we care about her more

edit: i took out the part complaining about gabe not being abusive enough. he checks her phone without asking and spends her hard earned money for stupid things and needed his "okay" for her to go to montouk with percy. also i forgot that later percy sees him try to hit sally

that's all i can think of atm but I'll probably add more then they pop into my head. in the meantime here's the list of things i love about the show so far:

[enigmatist17]

The demon had never felt so free.

No Angel, no Angelus, no echo of Liam, just pure and raw freedom.

It hasn't been like this since before it inhabited its host, flexing hands before launching at the insignificant thing trying to harm it. The body tore so easily, its blood giving the demon the power it craved to continue fighting, to explore and take whatever it wanted. Soon the things were dead and drained, the pounding heartbeat behind it soon drawing the demon's attention.

It's a small thing, human the word comes to it, and the demon approaches it with teeth bared. Yet, as it sniffs the human who trembles with wide eyes focused on its own, the demon pauses. It smells afraid yet trusting, something that nudges something the demon thought was long gone, and it reaches for the human.

No, this one wasn't to be hurt.

Angling its head, the demon can hear two new hearts beating not far away, so it runs, leaving the human behind without a backwards glance. The hearts belong to two more of these humans, their scents familiar as the demon hunts its prey, which only excited the possibility of the kill. The one with hair seems to sense it, tensing in alarm as the demon stalks closer before launching from its perch with a loud roar, jumping between the two so they were forced to separate. Their hearts beat with fear yet the resolve of a warrior, and the demon snarls in delight at the challenge that lay ahead, flexing clawed hands as it tried to choose which to lunge at first. The one with the hair stumbles over and falls, and the demon goes for the easier prey first, only to be stopped a few steps away by a rock hitting its head, snarling as it turns to the other human with a murderous look.

"It's Angel!"

The demon pounces on the one that had hit him, the human surprisingly strong at keeping its teeth from his neck, despite its arm being slashed in the struggle.

It stops when it suddenly smells so much blood, so much nectar that couldn't be ignored.

It's the small human, her hand covered in the nectar the demon wanted, her eyes focused on its own with a calm sort of courage. The demon cocks its head to the side for a moment before slowly going towards the ambrosia, the two humans forgotten as it follows like a trained dog for its supper. The human keeps a steady gait backing away from the demon, coating her hand over and over with blood as they travel through woods and to a clearing, the cave's darkness calming the demon as it relished in the environment it was made for, away from the light. She's as far away as she can go, the little human, and the demon slowly gets closer with a soft snarl before some water below grabs its attention.

It sees itself for the first time, and knows it's wrong.

The demon isn't supposed to be here, no, it's supposed to guard the one whose body it had taken. Angel, Angel is supposed to wear the face and not the demon, and it claws at the barrier until Angel shoots past it, surfacing while the demon sunk below the surface.

The freedom had been intoxicating, but the demon knows it wasn't supposed to be, so it watches as Angel falls back in horror, unable to cope with what he had seen. It rumbles in support as the small human drags Angel off the floor when he's grown exhausted, setting him in her bed and tending to his wounds, and the noise is enough to nudge Angel into the abyss.

It knows Angel will help his friends, so the demon will do as it always does, protect the body no matter the cost.

[writing-till-i-am-dead]

Omori x HoO - Part 3

0 - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

“Sunny,” Piper said, putting her charmspeak into her words. “I really think you should go lay back down.”

Everyone stood cautious around the boy. His smile was scary. They had no idea what he was capable of. 

“I just want to have something to eat,” Sunny said, which caught her off guard, and not just because it was the first time he had ever formed a sentence. He was surprisingly good at ignoring her charmspeak, which was unnerving. 

“And you can. When you lay back down. We’ll bring you something.”

“No. I need to walk. And move. I need to see everything..”

She stared at him for a long emotion, trying to figure his face out. Aphrodite was a goddess all about emotions, and hey she could not figure this kid out. She remembered when she first met him on the deck when he passed out, when he seemed dazed and terrified. Then when he woke up and he seemed nervous and sheepish. And now he was.. an emotion she couldn’t figure out at all. Manic? Crazy? Wild?

Piper could only imagine how he saw the world. The way he looked at everything was unlike she had ever seen. His eyes always sparkled and seemed so far away, like he saw an alternate version of this world she could only dream of. Which was weird, because the whole demigod thing was already pretty ‘whimsical’ enough. 

“We understand. But you are injured,” she said softly. “It’s for your own safety.”

Once again, he was unaffected. In order to really make the charmspeak work, she had to figure out what he responded to well. But she had no idea what that could be. Sunny was a strange guy. She could not figure him out. He almost reminded her of Nico di Angelo. 

“Please. I-I remember hearing you guys talk in the halls outside my room. Something about ambrosia and nectar..?”

“That only heals demigods. We don’t know if you’re one or not. And if you’re not… it would turn out.. bad.”

Sunny sucked in a breath and Jason took a step forward, ready to fight back if Sunny tried to fight back. But she shot Jason a look to tell him to back off. She has 99.9% sure this guy was no threat. Unnerving, maybe a little, but not threatening. 

“Sunny..” she said slowly, taking a slow step forward. Everyone around watched anxiously, not sure what they should do or say in the moment. “Why do you want to eat with us?”

“I.. um.. you..” It seemed all his words left him suddenly and his face shifted back to a look of skittishness and shyness like it has been. It seemed her charmspeak in that question managed to make him self conscious. Not exactly the reaction she was looking for, but at least it subdued him a little.

He reached into the pocket of his hospital gown and pulled out a paper he had been given by Hazel this morning. 

“It gets lonely.”

The response caught her off guard and she was filled with sympathy. It didn’t surprise her too much, that he got lonely being in his room, but still. 

“Also. I want to see everything. Let me see this new world you all have introduced me to.”

“Ah..” Piper said, reading the paper “That’s.. to be expected.”

Percy peaked over to read the paper and he made a light humming sound, as if he were remembering something. 

He glanced over at Sunny then back at the paper and then to Annabeth. 

Piper was a bit confused before looking back at Sunny. “Just let me talk to my friends about it first. Ok?”

Sunny anxiously and slowly nodded his head. Piper smiled and her and the others all huddled together to figure out what to do next. 

[bunnimew]

Do Not Want

"Would you like some nectar?" Zagreus asked, holding a bottle aloft. Thanatos opened his mouth, but before he could reply Zagreus interrupted. "Or maybe you would prefer some ambrosia?" Zagreus' second hand suddenly had a bottle in it, too. "Zagreus," Thanatos said. "Yes?" Thanatos took him by the shoulders. "Stop."

[lostmyhufflepuffstatus]

Death by Peanut Allergy

Word Count: 1306

Summary: While on a quest Dave, the Son of Demeter comes into contact with an abandoned peanut packaging warehouse with some friends. Little does he know that this is the final quest.

Warnings: Named Character Death

A/N: Not going to lie this was supposed to be a comedy piece but I did the thing that writers do where we black out and then suddenly it gets weirdly sad. Also, I know this is different from my usual Criminal Minds fics, don't worry I still have plenty of those! I had this idea a few days ago and needed to write it. I hope you enjoy it, again my inbox is open for ships, requests, and questions!

The year was 1992. This was supposed to be my final year of Camp Half-Blood. Being a half-blood is probably the most dangerous job in the world, and worse there is no pay and no benefits. But regardless someone had to do it so the gods went around mating with mortals and these demigods were born to do their bidding. There had been little to no missing or dying campers in at least 5 years, which was a huge deal considering how many were lost in the past. It isn’t uncommon for campers to go missing or die. As I said being a half-blood is a dangerous job. If they went missing it was somewhere near Zeus’ Fist, and death was common, especially for those who were dumb enough to go into the woods unarmed to fight the monsters in hand-to-hand combat, RIP Trevor you will be missed. Hopefully, there will never be such a significant loss again, but it’s Camp Half-Blood so who knows for sure? 

Anyway, everyone knows that being a demigod can kill you because of gods and monsters, and you have to be careful about who you piss off, but most people don’t assume the mundane will kill them, especially not allergies. Sure there was the occasional camper who was allergic to hay or horses or goats, those can be really awkward to explain especially since a lot of the staff here is half barnyard animal, oh and pollen allergies are pretty common too, friendly reminder that the Dryads do NOT like to be sneezed on, again, sorry about that Juniper. There have even been stories of demigods having lactose intolerance. But no sane demigod believes that their allergies are going to kill them. Death by a monster? Yeah everyday concern, but not something as dumb as a nut allergy, which is exactly what happened to me. My name is Dave Gardner. I was a demigod, a son of Demeter, and I died…because of my peanut allergy. 

The quest was going normally. We had a lot of close encounters with death, which nobody was a stranger to. That’s just a typical Tuesday for a camper. On this quest I had Steve and Greg as my group, a son of Hephaestus and a son of Apollo, yes I know how ironic that is; me dying on a quest with the son of the god of medicine. I have to give him credit though, he tried hard to save me. Everything was fine until the Canadians attacked. Technically not Canadians they’re Listerine giants or something like that. I can never remember their proper names though, that was for the kids of Athena. 

We had gotten pretty damn far, finally getting to Fairbanks Alaska in order to get some weird herb that Chiron needed for some kind of protection thing for the camp's borders. You see, there was something really weird going on, there were way more monsters out and about than usual. To make a long story short the giants caught up with us because I had made a wrong turn and gotten us lost and we were forced to leave our supplies behind, including my bag which had my epi-pen and my emergency stash of nectar and ambrosia, the food and drink of the gods that was able to heal demigods, but not too much or you’d spontaneously combust. I figured that we’d be able to circle back and grab our gear before moving on, but boy was I wrong. 

We were forced into an old warehouse to hide, immediately I thought it was a bad idea, and started having an anxiety attack and everything, well I thought that it was an anxiety attack. All of the symptoms were there for a panic attack, I had clammy skin, uncontrollable sweating, lightheadedness, and of course breathing problems. Still, my choices were either becoming a toothpick for giants or forcing myself to hide in an old abandoned warehouse. I chose the latter. 

There were old crates and boxes everywhere with faded writing, nobody would be able to read that even if they didn’t have dyslexia. Greg had managed to confuse the giants with some weird arrow that was given to him by an older camper from the Hermes cabin, I couldn’t remember his name though, but it managed to give us time so we had a few seconds to hide and pray to whoever would be listening that they wouldn’t find us. 

We found an old storage closet with even more barrels and crates and decided to hide in the largest one, all three of us fit in there okay, it was a little cramped. As we were hiding I felt that panic attack getting worse, my throat had started to swell big time and it was getting hard to see, not just because it was dark, but because my vision had become very blurry. And that is when it hit me, I was having a very bad allergic reaction. I had never had one this horrible and painful before. I hate to admit it, but I was absolutely terrified. Not being able to breathe and knowing that I am actively dying was worse than staring down any monster. 

I couldn’t help but think about my baby sister Katie, she was barely 9 years old, and I had only been able to see her a handful of times. I thought about my Dad, I don’t know where my mom was or if she could even hear me but I was still praying to her. Not for my life but for the protection of Katie, I wish I could see her one last time. 

The rest of my death felt like an out-of-body experience, it was like I was watching a movie, where some random side character that people still loved for whatever reason, died. I saw my body collapse to the floor, my friends turned quickly. Thankfully Steve managed to catch my body before I fell too hard, which would give away our position. The giants were in the warehouse now, I could still hear them throwing things around yelling about how much they wanted to destroy me and my friends. I don’t know how I knew but I knew that they were getting closer, the guys couldn’t hear me as I was screaming at them to run. 

Greg was looking around the box and the storage room for something, anything that could be used to save my life. My voice was silent as I begged them to run, to leave me behind and save themselves. If they died too I would never be able to forgive myself, they had brothers and sisters back at camp. I tried banging on the walls, banging on the crates, the barrels, and even the guys themselves but nothing worked. I tried everything I could but I knew that I couldn’t do anything. I could see Steve crying, he never ever cried. 

I closed my eyes and turned away but when I opened them again, I didn’t see my friends or the storage room, I saw a line, a line of people standing in front of a gate, and a large dog with three heads. I knew where I was, I was in Hades, the underworld, the afterlife, whatever you want to call it. I had accepted my death towards the end, but what I couldn’t accept, was not knowing if my friends made it or not. I had no idea if they made it out of the warehouse in one piece. I have no idea if they survived the giants. I hoped that they did. People say that the worst part of dying is that you never know what happens to those around you. But the worst part for me is not having a chance to say goodbye.

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Daughter of the Sea

Chapter Eleven: Tears and Tea (Read on AO3 here)

The next day was filled with tending to the wounded, which was almost everybody, and continuing clean-up. Around noon I saw Percy, Annabeth, Grover, and Chiron walk into the trees of the woods, their faces tense. I didn’t dare follow. Instead, I made my way to the Big House infirmary where the campers with the most severe wounds were being treated, but I didn’t go there for me. 

I saw who I was looking for almost immediately, bustling about giving orders to the other Apollo kids on what they were to do. Cadence’s face was pale, her eyes red and puffy, and her braid looked like it was a day old. She looked like she was about to fall over from exhaustion, and I wondered if she had gotten any sleep. 

She caught my eyes the moment I crossed into the room, and she was at my side in an instant. 

“Are you hurt? Do you need something? Nectar? Ambrosia? Bandages?” She was already rummaging in the medical belt around her waist when I grabbed her wrist, stopping her busy hands. 

“I’m fine, Cadence. I’m actually here for you.” 

I had never seen her look confused before. “Me?” 

“Did you sleep at all last night?” 

The dark-haired girl pulled on her braid and shifted her feet. “Well, no, but there was so much to do.” 

I nodded, taking her hand. “I think you need a break.” 

Cadence shook her head violently. “No, I’m fine.” 

“No, you’re not.” I began to pull her gently out of the room, telling the other healers that she would be right back. None of them protested. 

“Angie, come on, I have work to do.” 

“Are your siblings capable or not?” Cadence was silent for a moment, wrestling with the question. When she spoke again, her voice was small. 

“Yes.” 

“Right. You need some tea.” 

I pulled her to the living room, which was thankfully vacant and put a small kettle over the fire. There was always tea and mugs in the Big House. Cadence was quiet, and neither of us spoke until the tea was steeping and we were sitting next to each other on one of the couches. 

“How are you doing?” I asked, bracing myself. She turned to me, her eyes full of tears, the cup in her hands shaking. 

“I can’t believe he’s gone.” I knew who she meant—Lee Fletcher, the former counselor of the Apollo cabin. He had been an incredibly gifted archer, a talented musician, and an even better leader and person. The whole camp felt dimmer without him. 

“I’m so sorry, Cadence.” 

“Cady.” 

I looked at her confused. “What?” 

“You can call me Cady.” She wiped some tears that were falling down her cheeks. “All my friends do.” 

I managed a weak smile at her. 

“I’m so sorry, Cady.” 

It took about three seconds for her to collapse completely, nearly dropping the full cup of tea. She fell forward into me, and I held her for a long time, letting her weep into my shoulder. Not only did she lose a brother, but now she was one of the leaders of her cabin, a responsibility I couldn’t quite wrap my head around. To grieve and have the weight of your siblings on your shoulders—I could only imagine the whirlwind of emotions she was feeling. 

She had people looking to her to be strong, to know what to do. To show them what to do. My heart broke for her, and I thought of how absolutely lost I would be if I were in her shoes. I suddenly understood why she had been running herself ragged all night. If she sat down for even a moment, if she let herself feel the weight of it, she would fall apart—and she couldn’t let herself do that. 

“I know you wanna be there for your siblings right now,” I began gently, “but if you don’t take care of yourself, you won’t be able to take care of them.” 

She cried harder into my T-shirt. 

“You need to let yourself rest.” She shook her head and I held her closer. “Well, you at least need to take a break.” 

She pulled away after a while, and her tears had slowed down. 

“Maybe I can try a break.” I smiled at her and handed her the cup of tea, and we sat there in silence as she drank it dry. 

I took her on a walk along the lake, stopping to say hi to the naiads as we passed them by. We were mostly quiet, but I got the sense Cadence liked that. We were far enough from the battlefield to almost forget what had happened the day before, and listening to the birdsong and watching the clouds roll by, you could almost imagine it was just another day at camp. 

As we were rounding the lake for the third time, Cady spoke. 

“Thanks for this, Angie.” She kept her eyes forward. 

“Of course. What are friends for?” She looked to me then, her eyes sparkling. I gave her another hug, and then we made our way back to the Big House. It was about time for dinner at that point, so I let Cady use my cabin to wash up. She said it would be too painful to go into her own, knowing Lee wouldn’t be there. 

I sat with Percy at dinner, and was so glad to not be alone at the Poseidon table anymore. We tried to talk about anything but the battle, but it was the one topic we kept coming back to. I watched as Cadence sat with the other Apollo kids, all of them sleep deprived and red-eyed, but glad to be with each other. They talked and some even laughed, and I could see that what they needed most was to be with each other. It would be a long road of healing for them, and for a lot of the campers, but they weren’t walking it alone. 

“You were amazing out there.” I said to Percy as we began to dig into our dessert, blue as always. 

He shrugged. “I just did what I had to do to protect Camp.” 

I shook my head. “The way that Chiron waited to see where you were would go, like you were the only reinforcements we needed. And then to watch you fight—I get why all the other kids look up to you.” 

He gave me a curious look, raising one eyebrow as he cocked his head. “What do you mean?” 

I almost laughed at him. “Everyone looks up to you, like you’re their leader.” 

He shook his head quickly. “I’m not—“ 

“When you were gone, I heard your name like five times a day. As if as long as you were okay, everyone believed they would be okay. And those two weeks you were missing? It was like all the hope got sucked out of camp.” 

He looked down at his food, his shoulders slumping slightly. He almost looked sad, and I didn’t understand why. 

“Yeah, Annabeth tells me that too. And Chiron says I'm a natural leader. But I never feel like one.” 

I looked at him like he was crazy, because that’s how he sounded. “Are you serious?” 

He cracked a smile and nodded. “I’m just…me.” 

“Well, you’re pretty great then.” 

He laughed and shook his head. “I wouldn’t say that.” 

“I would!” I nudged his shoulder with mine, and he laughed. 

“Careful, that kinda talk will go to my head.” He nudged me back. 

“I’ll reserve my praise, then.” I said before shoveling a piece of cake in my mouth. I got the feeling that no matter how much praise he got, though, that could never be the case. 

We talked and joked the rest of dinner, but the whole time there was a part of him that seemed distracted, almost weighed down. It wasn’t until we were walking to the campfire that I realized what it was—he was thinking about what I had said, and he was burdened by the responsibility of it. 

It was weird. I was both jealous of him and glad I wasn't in his shoes at the same time. I couldn’t imagine the pressure of having all eyes always on me, having campers look to you to show them the way and keep them safe. 

But there was no doubt, Percy was the heart of camp. I could tell by the atmosphere when everyone thought he was dead—like our heart stopped beating. I wondered what it would feel like to be in his position, and decided it was better him than me. Would it be nice to feel so important? Sure. But I wasn’t convinced it was worth all the weight that would be on your shoulders.