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klaus-littlestwolf · 1 year

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The Art Nerd-Modern!HS Klaus M. Pt I

(This is Part 1/4 of the High school Art Nerd series.

Warning:Smut in every chapter after this one)

She was the only person in the school besides his family who gave him the time of day, let alone treated him with any kindness, even his siblings struggled with that half the time. She was one of the few popular girls who wasn't a bitch to all of the kids around her and he admired that about her, ever since the day she first spoke to him he hadn't been able to get her off of his mind and even he knew he was a little obsessed.

The first time she talked to him she was commenting on his painting. She had been sent to the classroom to drop something off to the teacher and as she went to leave she walked passed Klaus, seeing his painting. It was a beautiful, dark night sky and she was in love with it immediately.

'Wow. That is beautiful!' He was startled by her voice, usually completely focused when he paints which makes hearing other people a complication, though people don't usually talk to him so it's not often a problem. When he turned to see her he recognized her instantly, who wouldn't? She was one of the most popular girls in the school, though she wasn't completely cruel to those around her. Her boyfriend however, James, was an asshole who had abused Klaus both physically and verbally on many occasions, both that she knew nothing about that. He had never really looked at her before but now that he was his hands were practically itching to sketch those gorgeous eyes of hers.

He realized he had been staring at her a little longer than was humanly acceptable so he immediately stumbled over his words to say something. Anything! 'Thank you.' Thank you? Thank you?! That's all he has? He's pathetic!

'It amazes me that people can paint like that. I can't even draw stick figures.' She leaned closer to get a better look at his painting and he was overcome with her scent, inhaling as subtly as he could when he realized how Wonderful her smell is. Mango and Pomegranate? Along with something flowery that was just perfect and practically had him melting. He wanted to nuzzle his face into her neck and just take in her scent as deeply as he could. 'You're really talented Klaus.' He was instantly stunned. She knows his name? His name?! He was stunned but he surely didn't mean to say it out loud.

'You know my name?' He wanted to slap himself in the face.

'Of course I do. We've had 3 classes together since 9th grade. It's Niklaus, isn't it?' He nodded.

'Yeah, I know, it's a really weird name, I've heard it all before.' He joked but she didn't laugh.

'I don't think it's weird, I like it. My name is Y/n, how boring is that? Why would you want the same name as everyone else? It's unique.' She was sure of herself and he was touched that she liked anything about him, let alone something that he had been embarrassed by since he was 5.

'Thank you...I used to get teased about it by everyone, including my brothers. It's nice to know not everyone thinks it's stupid I guess.' She smiled and god damn if that smile didn't light up his whole world.

'I'm glad. I should go before my teacher thinks I ditched, I hope I get to see your painting when it's finished, it really is amazing. See you later, Nik.' With that she was gone and he was left there staring after her like some love sick puppy...which he absolutely was!

For the rest of the day Klaus could be found with his sketchbook in hand, drawing her beautiful eyes over and over again. He was obsessing over every little detail of her cute little nose and her full, kissable lips and by the time the last bell rang he had drawn her 4 times. He tucked the book into his bag and shoved his notebooks into his locker when he was suddenly shoved from behind, hands pushing him painfully into the locker before shutting the door behind him, laughter from 3 jocks outside for several moments before he could pull the latch and let himself out. That asshole had been abusing him since his first day of high school and now as a Junior the moron should be gone but he is, as he said, a moron and has been held back 3 times yet somehow still allowed to play football and to wrestle. How does a piece of shit like that get a girl like Y/n?

Over the next few weeks his crush grew into full blown obsession and even his brothers had noticed, the brothers he lived with who never notice anything! Kol teased him but he could be shut up pretty easily with a punch to the mouth, Elijah just warned his little brother of the risks of what he's doing. Though Elijah is in college now, he had been in the same class as James for years before the kid started getting held back and he knew very well that his little brother would get crushed if he pissed James off. Finn however just wanted details in the insane chance that Klaus actually got the girl into his bed, which Klaus found offensive. Finn was a dick when it came to women, everyone but his girlfriend Sage who had straightened him out when they started dating 2 years ago, though he was still a pig when it came to anyone else. If Klaus was lucky enough for Y/n to give him the time of day he would Never share details with anyone, especially his asshole older brother.

It was 3 weeks before Klaus spoke to Y/n again. He had finally gotten the painting graded and could take it home, and while he normally would take it home and hang it in his basement bedroom (a room his mother had fixed and given to him to make it easier for her son to avoid Mikael when he's angry or drunk), this time he had no intention of taking it home. He had been watching Y/n for weeks now and knew exactly where she was after school, walking outside and to the side of the building to see her with her Cheerleading friends. She was good friends with almost the entire squad despite never being a Cheerleader herself which Klaus almost thanked God for because if he had to see her in the halls every game day wearing one of those uniforms he would bust a nut in front of everyone multiple times a day. He took a deep breath and steadied himself, walking over and instantly having their undivided attention as he got close, none of these popular girls probably ever having been approached by a nerd of any kind. Klaus was an art nerd, meaning he spent all of his time in the art rooms, he wore dorky glasses sadly and he got incredible grades, he knew it and he was fine with it...most of the time. The only time he had a problem with it was lately because he knew a girl like Y/n (despite how kind she was) would never give him the time of day when it came to dating him.

'Are you lost, dork?' One of the Cheerleaders (that he had been teased by before) asked and he felt his face heat up, ready to just give up on this stupid idea when Y/n spoke up.

'Shut up Stacey! He hasn't even said a single word and you're already being a bitch!' She snapped and she stopped laughing, having the decency to look at least a little bit sorry. 'Hi Klaus. What's up?' He grinned, ecstatic that she was so receptive to him approaching her at all, let alone in front of her friends.

'I um...I just finished getting the painting graded and I remember you saying you wanted to see it when it was done?' Her eyes lit up and she smiled a beautiful grin that Klaus instantly knew he would be drawing later.

'Yes! I can't believe you remembered! Show me!' He turned the canvas around and allowed her to see it, letting her take it from him to inspect it closer, her friends now moving to see it as well. 'Klaus...this is incredible! You are so talented there aren't words for it! Isn't this amazing?' She asked her friends who all looked quite stunned by it.

'It is, it's really fucking good.'

'Truth. You have some serious talent. You should be in like, some special art school or something.'

'Brittany is right. You should be! Tell me you're going to some fancy art college after next year?' Y/n asked and he shrugged, blushing like crazy now.

'I'm going to apply to a few but they're really hard to get into, you know?' She nodded.

'Well I'm sure you'll get in, they would be crazy not to like this. I love it Klaus, really.' He nodded, smiling and not taking it from her when she went to hand it back.

'Good. Because it's yours.' All of them looked up at him in surprise, some of the girls giggling while another poked Y/n in the side, all of them walking away at this point to head to the football field for practice.

'Klaus...I can't accept this. You worked so hard on it, and don't you need it for like, your gallery or something to apply to schools?' He shook his head, smiling at her use of the word gallery.

'No, I have some photos of it for my art portfolio, I've been putting it together for years hoping to get out of this fucking town. I do hope I have a gallery of my own someday, but that's a long way off. Maybe someday when that happens, years and years off you'll let me borrow it to showcase, either way it's yours. I enjoyed how your eyes lit up when you saw it, no one has ever really been interested in my art work before besides my little sister, though I think that's just because she knows my family doesn't care much for my artwork.' Y/n looked saddened by that and he hated it immediately, never wanting to see her sweet face frowning.

'That's fucked up. Your family should be supporting you, especially when you're this good! Why don't they?' She seemed genuinely upset for him and it sent butterflies fluttering through his stomach.

'It's complicated I suppose, my mother had an affair and I'm not my fathers son, my relationship with my parents has been...complicated to say the least but you don't need to hear about that. My siblings just aren't into art, simple as that. My older brother Elijah is supportive, as much as he can be.' He didn't like the look of pity on her face as he told her this and tried to get out of the conversation quickly. 'I hope you like it.'

She caught his arm as he turned to leave before wrapping her arm around his neck and hugging him to her. 'I'm so sorry you have to suffer through that. I can't relate to that exactly but my family is fucked up too, my dad is a drunk and my mom numbs the pain with drugs so I pretty much take care of myself. I can empathize is my point...thank you for the painting. It was very thoughtful, I'll take wonderful care of it, I promise.' He wrapped his arms around her, taking the opportunity to take in her scent and feel her body pressed against his. He had been dreaming of her for a month now and finally feeling her body against him was like he was back in one of his dreams, her breasts pressed against his chest firmly and it was all he could think about, his cock twitching to life in his boxers prompting him to let go before this became embarrassing. 'I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?'

'Yes. Absolutely!' With that she was gone and he happily watched her walk away, desperately wanting to know what her cute little ass felt like in his hands, or pressed up against his crotch as he held her to him tightly...if only he had some kind of a chance with her.

From that day on she greeted him every time she saw him in the halls, and every time it made his day. He had caved for the first time after that hug, practically running to his room as he got home and wrapping his fingers around his cock, trying like hell to imagine they were hers as he could still feel her breasts pressed against his chest.

His fingers had been wrapped around his cock ever since…

It was a week later at the end of the school day that he was grabbed from behind, dropping his bag as he prepared to be shoved into the locker again, but he wasn't. He was spun around and pinned to the locker door, looking up to see James behind him and for once he was alone. The halls were deserted as Klaus had stayed after school to finish his newest painting, wanting it to dry over the weekend so he could hand it in on Monday and he felt a chill run up his spine when he realized no one was going to help him if this jerk decided to beat him to death.

'You know, I've been shoving you into lockers and smacking you around for almost 3 years and until a week ago I had no fucking clue what your name was. So why is it that now it's all I hear?' His eyes widened, not having expected that at all. 'Tell me, Klaus...why is my girlfriend suddenly talking about you as if you're fucking Mozart with that damn 'Night Sky' painting she hung in her room?!' Klaus couldn't decide what his mind wanted to focus on, the fact that she hung his painting in her room, the fact that she's talking about him on such a regular basis that James is this upset, or that James has clearly been in her room quite often and imagining him with his hands all over her naked body makes Klaus want to set him on fire. He's willing to bet however, that he picked the wrong one instantly.

'Mozart was a composer, he wrote music, he didn't paint. Maybe you're thinking of Van Gogh with his painting 'The Starry Night'? Though mine is drastically different in every way so I don't know how you could-' he was cut off by the meat headed Jocks fist straight to his eye, his head colliding with the locker hard.

'You are becoming a complication for me Klaus, and I don't like complications when it comes to my girl. She should be focused on me! When I'm in her bedroom there's only one thing I want and it's not to hear about the complexities of your God Damn Fucking Painting!' The idea that James was not only fucking her, but disrespecting her on top of that when she blessed him with the ability to not only see but touch her gorgeous body set every inch of his mind on fire with rage. He was about to snap some sort of comeback that would probably get him beaten when they were both startled.

'James?' Both of their heads turned to see where Y/n had walked in from the stairwell. 'What Are You Doing?! Let Go of Him!' She shouted and he was honored that she was sticking up for him, making him feel like the king of the world before he suddenly got punched again, this time in the nose making him cry out, feeling and tasting the blood that exploded from his face.

'No! He's gonna learn his fucking lesson! You don't go muscling in on a man's women, especially when you're a little punk who can't fight back!'

'Muscling in on-What are you Talking about?! He's my friend! I shared with you how much I love the painting so you could learn something new about me, yet you still never paid an ounce of attention to anything except my tits! Let. Him. Go!' Her voice was firm and Klaus could tell she was pissed but if James noticed, he didn't care.

'You ain't been putting out like normal, what am I supposed to think, huh?! We've been together for over a year and I know how much of a little slut you are, if you ain't getting it from me then you must be getting it somewhere! I wouldn't have guessed this nerdy little shit could give you any kind of fuckin' that's worth while, but stranger things have happened.'

She hadn't been sleeping with him?

Klaus wanted to think maybe he had something to do with it but his logical mind was telling him it more than likely had something to do with this Morons attitude rather than Klaus.

'I told you that if you didn't start paying attention to me and giving a damn about our relationship that I wouldn't be dedicating myself to this relationship anymore! This shows exactly how much you listen to me, now let him go! You have no reason to hurt him, besides, if it wasn't already clear from this conversation, we're done! You can find a new girl to put out, I hope she's as dumb as you so she won't feel the need to talk! Lord knows she won't be getting any actual conversation from you.' James looked stunned, like he didn't know quite how to respond but he seemed to figure it out when he pulled his arm back to hit Klaus once again. As James' hand came down Klaus was yanked out of the way and he collapsed to the floor on top of Y/n as the Jocks hand collided with the lockers painfully, causing him to howl in pain.

'You Fucking Cunt!' Klaus pulled her up to her feet and she took his face into her hands to look over his injuries, allowing him to see how bad Y/n felt about it. 'Fuck This Shit! You ain't worth it, I mean yeah, you have a tight pussy, but you're so fucking needy! All the snuggling and the pet names and needing me to spend time with you every damn day! She's all yours, freak!' With that James stormed off and Klaus was left with Y/n pulling him towards the bathrooms.

'I can't go in there!' Klaus insisted, seeing she was taking him into the girls room but she just huffed.

'Everyone has gone home, and the Cheerleaders have a locker room. No one will come in here.' She pulled him through the doorway and pushed him to sit on the counter. Klaus watched as she wet a paper towel and began cleaning the blood from his face very gently. Even when his mother had cleaned him up after Mikael had beaten him again she was never this tender and careful, he found himself wanting to get hurt everyday if this is the treatment he got. 'I'm sorry he did this to you Klaus, it's all my fault. I should have known he would freak out if I tried to do anything other than take my top off.'

'Y/n, it is not your fault! He's either hit me or shoved me into my locker at least twice a week for 3 years…I'm sorry he treated you like that, you deserve so much better. He should consider himself lucky you let him see you like that, listening to what you say shouldn't be treated like a chore. He's a fucking idiot.' Y/n had stopped cleaning his face and all at once Klaus realized what he had said. 'Not that it's any of my business and I didn't mean-I-well I didn't mean to...I'm sorry-'

'Don't be. You're incredibly sweet Klaus, and you're right, he's an idiot. He's been held back 3 times, plus once in second grade, like how the fuck do you get held back in second grade?!' They were both laughing at that point and for the first time he felt completely comfortable with her, not nervous at all, he enjoyed how carefree she seemed. 'He's right though, I'm definitely needy. He loved it when I called him 'Daddy' but calling me pet names or caring for me or something as simple as snuggling after sex was insane to him. Like, yeah, I have Daddy and intimacy issues, I don't comment on how stupid and childish you are, why can’t you just let me feel safe and small?!' He was stunned, she was talking to him so freely and personally that he didn't quite know what to do, but he didn't want her to stop. He definitely needed to go home and take care of himself now that he's picturing her in baby blue lingerie, calling him Daddy, and snuggling into his chest but he never wanted this moment to end. 'Oh God, I'm so sorry!' He quickly realized that he hadn't said anything after her little rant and he felt bad immediately. 'You didn't need to know any of that! I'm-'

'No! It's fine, I...I think it's even more shitty that you would be so vulnerable with him and he just spat on it. You deserve to be loved and cherished...and a Daddy to take care of you however you need. I...well I would have taken care of you...he doesn't deserve you.' He could see how red your cheeks had become now and he thought it was adorable. 'You can stop if you want. I have plenty of first aid stuff at home, you don't need to-'

'I want to. You deserve someone to take care of you too...I'm almost done anyway. You'll need someone to check on you, you might have a concussion.' Klaus shrugged at that.

'I've had plenty, if I was going to die it probably would have happened by now.' He joked but you did not look entertained.

'I'll do it. Come on, we can hang out and get something to eat. I'm starving.' His eyes widened and he wasn't quite sure how to react. His plan was to go home and jerk off until his balls were surely empty but now Y/n wants to spend time with him? Fuck Yes!

'Yeah...okay. Sure, we can go to my house if you want? The basement is my room but it's so big I made an entertainment center, we can grab some food and...hang out?' Klaus had never 'hung out' with anyone other than his siblings but he was ecstatic at the thought of the girl he is most assuredly in love with crushing on being in his room.

'That sounds like fun! Come on.'

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raspberryjars · 1 year

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A little snippet of an upcoming fic , I’m trying hobie’s pov for once since i usually stick to miles so lmk if he’s a bit out of character. I was going to try for his accent but then i realised that it’s mainly his thoughts i’m writing so it wouldn’t make much sense to accent everything if he’s not saying it, i’m from london so i think he sounds okay, when there’s dialogue later is when i actually have to think ab it

His headphones were on, music blasting, and nothing was on his mind except the different possibilities for dinner that night. The noises over the people and trains of the subway muffled as he scrolled aimlessly through his playlist. His eyes glanced up for a second, and shit.

Holy shit. Really that was all he could say. No other words came to mind at the sight. There was this guy, this bloody beautiful guy. He was sitting directly across from him, texting or something. He also had headphones on, some fancy bluetooth ones, the type people put stickers on to make them seem cooler. He wondered what he was listening to, the guy, based on his look it could’ve been some hip-hop, rap, something like that. Maybe not though, he knew better than anyone not to make assumptions based on people's personal styles. This guy could be a die-hard swiftie or something, he didn’t know.

But, God, what he did know was that this guy, no matter the music taste, was absolutely gorgeous. Like not the in-your-face, look-at-me, I’m-amazing, type. More like a cool mysterious way, the way someone that doesn't know they’re stunning is. Yeah, that’s what it was.

He had curly brown hair, tight coils fluffing messily around his head. A glint of a silver nose ring that looked good against his warm skin tone. Full lips that admittedly were a bit chewed up, but honestly who even cares? And christ this guys eyes, big, and brown, and shiny. With long lashes too, he was basically perfect.

And just as he was about to stand up, and sit himself next to this beautiful stranger, the fucking train stopped. Pretty shit timing, and just as he was wondering if he should just do it anyway, the stranger stood up, looked around for a few seconds then walked right out of the doors and away from the possibility of giving Hobie his digits.

Just his luck really.

lmk what u think!

#raspberryjars #across the spiderverse #miles morales #hobie brown #miles x hobie #trans miles morales #spider punk #punkflower #flowerpunk #miles spiderman #spiderverse

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blakeswritingimagines · 2 years

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Sweet Nothings

Dream: “You're such a beautiful person and you deserve someone so kind and caring and I would give you the world if I could, you're so smart funny, sweet and you're so incredible to talk to too, I love everything about you. You're absolutely gorgeous and you make me so happy everytime I see you or even think about you. I love you so much.”

Sapnap: “I would never ever leave you, I would stay with you forever and ever. You're my soulmate. I would never ever stop loving you. You complete me, you're my entire worlds and I could never ever live without you.”

George: “You have such a kind heart and soul and are so unique. Keep being yourself, because you are awesome. Stay safe and take care of yourself, and always remember that you are loved and appreciated. You are special and wonderful and worth it.”

Wilbur: “you are amazing, funny, smart and just overall a really fun person to talk to. keep smiling and know that there are many people out there who love, care, and value you. you are loved and important.”

Fundy: “I would never ever leave you, I would stay with you forever and ever. You're my soulmate. I would never ever stop loving you. You complete me, you're my entire worlds and I could never ever live without you.”

Karl: “You are the most special person I know, you make everyone happy, if it wasn’t for you the world would be so boring without you in it. You’re smart, funny, kind, lovely, amazing and I just can’t believe how lucky I am to have met you, you’re incredible, you are the most perfect person in the universe.”

Eret: “You're the star of my day, you are the best person I have met. You're so kind and I wish you could see what I see in you, I think you're incredible and I wish that you are aware of that, I will always be here for you and I will always be proud of you.”

Foolish: “You're a legend, you are so kind and sweet - everyone loves you, no matter what you do I'm so proud of you, you're absolutely stunning and nobody could get better, you have the greatest heart, you are so thoughtful & smart. You are the best person, the most amazing person.”

Niki: “you make me so happy and idk what to say... But I love you so much, and I cannot thank you enough, for being your best self, for being your friend, for simply being you, because you are simply perfect, and you make the world a better, brighter place, and you're simply one of a kind, and you are simply amazing! So keep being you, because the world needs you, so keep being you, because you are amazing.”

Ranboo: “You are a pretty awesome person, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. I'll always be here for you, so whenever you need help, or need someone to talk to... I'm right here. You don't need to suffer alone, when you have me as a friend... It's ok to rely on people sometimes... even on me. I'll give you a hug if you need it too. You are never alone in your life struggles.”

#dreamwastaken x reader #sapnap x reader #georgenotfound x reader #wilbur x reader #fundy x reader #karl jacobs x reader #eret x reader #foolish x reader #niki x reader #ranboo x reader #dsmp headcanon #dsmp #dsmp imagine

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nightsinbluevelvet · 3 months

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Matt Bomer's 2024 looks, part 2

Time for Matt's 2024 event looks part 2! Part 1 can be found here.

Matt has treated us to such unbelievable, unprecedented beauty this June that I still haven't nearly recovered from it. This time it's almost impossible to choose a favourite look, or even a favourite picture for each look - so profoundly stunning are they.

This post is only about his physical looks/outfits, but there's a thing or two to be said about how lovely he has been, too, and he has really moved through this promo period with such seemingly effortless grace. I love him more than ever, and miss him terribly right now.

Anyway, on to the pictures. I've included the Getty Museum look, even though it's from a photo shoot and not an event, because it's just so gorgeous.

Getty Museum photo shoot, 31 May 2024

Fellow Travelers FYC panel, 1 June 2024

White Collar panel, 6 June 2024

IndieWire Honors, 6 June 2024

Critics Choice event, 7 June 2024

Fellow Travelers FYC panel, 8 June 2024

Peabody Awards, 9 June 2024

Santoni show, 16 June 2024

Prada show, 16 June 2024

Tod's show, 16 June 2024

Armani show, 17 June 2024

Filming Italy photocall, 22 June 2024

Filming Italy red carpet, 22 June 2024

Filming Italy red carpet, 23 June 2024

Comments:

Matt in an all-white suit and perfect hair, strolling around a museum? Swoon!! I was completely dead already at this point, and it wasn't even June yet.

Matt in an all-burgundy suit, with soulful eyes and a button malfunction? Consider me weak!

That's Neal Caffrey, all right. Stunning!

Same day, still super cute

All-white suit again, completely drop-dead gorgeous. Also, I love this signature pose of his.

Then, just as I thought it couldn't get better, he wore all-black instead, including a silky cardigan with nothing underneath, and basically looked better than ever. Here I was really starting to lose it.

Looking proper in an all-navy suit, but still seductive as hell with the open buttons. Very sexy!

Then we get to the Milan Fashion Week and really dangerous waters. First up is the Santoni show, where Matt wore a mint green outfit that looked incredible. Even if the beard was still longish (I prefer it short), this look was astonishing to me. His hair was amazing too. In some pictures, these clothes leave rather little to the imagination (in the best way possible). He looks both sweet and ultra-sexy.

At the Prada show his beard was shorter, which is why my brain completely short-circuited from this point onwards. How he managed to look great in a blue leather shirt and leather shorts I do not know, but he looked so cute, and young.

At the third show the same day, Tod's, he - unbelievably - again looked better than ever before. Extremely dilfy in a good way, just simply jaw-dropping. Best look so far. Should have been impossible to top (no pun intended).

But then came the next day and the Armani look, which broke the internet. I'll choose this one as my favourite, and actually it's possibly my favourite look ever on Matt. Everything is perfect: his curly hair, even shorter beard/stubble, ARMS, and how his body looked when he walked in those white trousers. I don't think any man could ever be better looking than this.

Not much to say. Gorgeous hair. Shirt not so nice. He's beautiful.

Matt in a silk suit? Yes please.

This look is really extremely hot. Love it!!

So, my favourites are:

Armani show

Tod's show

June 8 FYC panel

What are your favourites? I'm so curious to know what everyone thinks.

Thanks to mattbomerfan.com for most of the pictures!

#matt bomer #fellow travelers #fellow travelers promo #men's fashion

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lizzy019 · 3 months

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𝒜𝓇𝑒 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒮𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒲𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝑀𝑒?

Johnny Cade x Fem!Reader [Johnny and Reader are best friends to start]

cw -> loss of v-card, reader is more dominant

Word Count -> 1.5K

Johnny survives here guys!!

After the rumble and under the navy blue skies scattered with stars and clouds, you two walked happily around the neighborhood just to relax.

Johnny had unfortunately received a new cut to his eyebrow, and you’d gently cleaned it with a light amount of hydrogen peroxide and alcohol while keeping it safe from bacteria with a gauze pad before your walk.

You both were lightly chitchatting, smiling and giggling occasionally at any joke or funny thing one of you said to each other.

“I can’t believe it! That rumble was wild, I feel bad for Dally. A chipped tooth? Man, he’s crazy.” You chattered, smiling over at Johnny before you both were walking to your house’s doorstep.

Unlocking it, you teasingly let him in first and act like a gentleman, even if you were a woman.

A small pat to his back was given as a gesture of kindness while you kicked off your shoes and hung up your coat before scurrying off to watch some TV. Unfortunately there was nothing good aside from Looney Tunes, which was tolerable. Better than the news.

Johnny sat down beside you, securing a throw blanket and covering you both under its warmth. While he was tired and obviously not in the mood for anything crazy, he kept stealing glances at your chest, practically drooling.

You were oblivious to it, watching your show and snickering every time Bugs Bunny insulted another character. But of course, the show cut to commercials and you sighed heavily in protest.

You shut off the TV and smiled over at Johnny, unaware of whatever he was doing. But little did you know that he had the biggest thing to tell you, and he had it all planned out.

When you stood, he followed shortly behind. Walking around the halls to find yourself situated in your chambers, you swiftly hopped onto your bed and Johnny followed suit.

This had you giggling, and you relaxed instantly.

“Hey.. I have somethin’ to tell ya. But you gotta promise you won’t be mad at me, yeah?” He asked so softly, so reticently and worriedly that you were sure he was as close to a little puppy as possible.

At his question however, you nodded and smiled, responding with, “You can tell me anything, Johnnycake! I’m not here to judge you.”

This soothed him a bit, but he gently found your hand and took it in his before squeezing it and sighing shakily.

“I dunno how to properly voice this but.. God, I love you, I love you so much. From your smile to your laugh, how kind you are and how beautiful you look, you’re like an angel walkin’ on the face of the Earth. Your eyes are so pretty, I swear, they’re like pools I could drown in. Your hair, so effortlessly gorgeous even when messy or wet. Your body, glorious in every possible way. Baby, I dunno how to say this lightly but.. I want you. I need, no, I crave you. I wanna-” You pressed a finger to his lip to silence his ranting. While it was excessive, it was sweet and he made his feelings known.

“Johnnycake..” You start, stopping only out of nervousness and giving a light giggle to soothe the tension.

“I think I feel the same. Everything about you is amazing, and I love being around you. You’re a wonderful person, and I’d love to spend more time with you other than simple friends.” You responded with a big smile.

This had Johnny stunned, a girl really liked him in that sort of manner?

Without hesitation, he smashed his mouth against your and whimpered into the engendered kiss. It was lovely to finally have your soft and perfect lips against his. Johnny’s mouth tasted faintly of weed and vanilla, a bit minty probably from toothpaste, but you let yourself indulge in his graceful expression of his affections.

His hands were touching everywhere, specifically in the order of; hair, neck, shoulders, breasts, arms, stomach, and your pussy.

A surprised whimper escapes him when you move your own hand to his semi erection in his jeans, rubbing it meticulously as his own hand rubbed your pussy through your pants.

You slowly began to move your body over him, trapping him underneath yourself and continuing kissing and shared masturbation.

“Oh baby.. baby, wanna have you. Want you to be mine.” He whimpered out, pushing you away from him to pull his shirt off.

You followed shortly after, you both exposing yourselves to the nude. Johnny was so handsome, even with his ribcage poking through. Your hands lovingly caressed his torso, smiling.

“Baby, I’m a virgin, I ain’t ever done this before. What do I do? I wanna make us both feel good, but I dunno how.” He whined out in complaint, watching your lovely figure straddle his lap.

You simply smiled at his worry, giving his stomach a light pat as you gently took his erection in your hand. While he wasn’t necessarily the most monstrous size, it was a decent length with a cute uncut tip.

“You should be walkin’ like you own these streets if you have this lovely thing hiding away.” You teased lightly, gently rolling the foreskin down to expose his lovely brownish pink tip.

“We’ll start slow, okay? We’ll take it nice and easy. Here, sit up actually. We’ll do it in a little lotus position.”

Johnny complied instantly, face red and hot as he got into the position you wanted. You hesitated for him however, looking at him with full reluctance before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“Are you sure you want this? Are you sure you want me to do this? You can’t really take this back, y’know.” You sighed, running a gentle hand through his precious little wavy tufts of hair.

He nodded so vigorously, so eagerly with no sign of reticence or fear. He so obviously wanted you to take his v-card and tear it in his face, he wanted you to be his first. If you couldn’t tell by the pleading in his eyes, you’d be damn blind.

“Okay, okay, fine. Go ahead, take the lead and take your time.” You surrendered, giggling and pressing a soft kiss to his nose before gesturing for him to put it in.

Once all arguments were settled, Johnny grabbed the shaft of his cock and slowly maneuvered it to press against your folds before inevitably getting shoved in. This had him cry out in ecstasy, it was so much better than his hand could ever be.

His little whines and moans had you smiling so bright, letting out small sounds as well as you both moved in synchronized motion to reach cloud nine.

“Does it feel good for you, baby? You’re making me feel so good..” You praised lovingly, humping your hips against his to gain friction and make everything feel better.

The praise you gave Johnny had sent his whole body reeling in glee. You were enjoying yourself! He was so proud of himself.

“Yeah, it feels good, sugar. Please, keep squeezin’ me, milk me like you need it, please.” He whimpered, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to your neck and collarbone to silence his amplifying moans.

His dirty talk had your heart bubbling, he sounded so filthy and naughty. You honestly weren’t used to it.

You felt yourself nearing an orgasm when his hand came to rub your clit again, and this is what had your legs shivering and tensing in congenial pain. You were so close, but you were holding on for Johnny.

Surely enough, Johnny had bit into your shoulder quite harshly when he hit his own climax, body seizing up as his pleasure burned every nerve in his body. And shortly after, you came undone on him as well. The next few moments were spent in a simple hug, clinging to each other before you finally suggested to share a shower.

Once after your shared shower, you two had gotten back under your blanket’s covers and cuddled up close. Johnny was the cutest little spoon to exist, face happily pressed into your chest and hand rubbing your lower back in a small pattern.

“Baby, that was amazing.. I’m so happy I got all that off my chest. I didn’t know how to tell ya, I was scared you’d reject me like everyone else.” He murmured, gently kissing your cleavage.

You were lightly rubbing and scratching his scalp, smiling down at him and giggling.

“Really? You know I wouldn’t be harsh on you even if I didn’t like you. You’re a sweetie, no one should ever get mad at you for having normal feelings. I’m just glad your feelings are directed towards me.” You smiled happily, kissing the crown of his head before sighing and covering his shoulders more with the blanket.

“Sleep, Johnny. I’ll be here all through the night, okay?” You smiled.

“Good night.”

Johnny merely huddled closer to you and sighed happily, finding comfort in the warmth of your body and the warmth of the fabrics securing his body into its embrace.

“Good night baby..” He muttered before closing his eyes and letting everything fizz away.

#the outsiders smut #smut #x reader #johnny cade smut #johnny cade #johnny cade x reader

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ravencoloredroses · 1 year

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Dream Girl part 3

Nyx x Reader

Summary: Y/N’s first family dinner, a tour of Velaris, and Starfall!

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 3,781

A/N: Here’s the last part of Dream girl! I hope you guys liked this story! Thank you so much for reading and stay tuned for more from me!

part 1 part 2

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*knock* *knock*

“Y/N? It’s Nyx. Can I come in?”

She sends a shadow to open the door for Nyx. When he comes in, he sees her sitting on the bed with a pile of clothes surrounding her.

Slowly making his way over to her, he takes a look around. She’s unpacked almost everything, even hung up a few pieces of her artwork. Nyx crouches in front of her and places his hands on her knees.

“Is everything alright? Why aren’t you ready for dinner?” He asks lifting a hand up to put a piece of hair behind her ear.

Finally meeting his gaze, Y/N shakes her head. He gives her hand a squeeze of encouragement. She sighs, “I have nothing to wear.”

“What do you mean? What’s wrong with what you have on?” He says looking over her outfit. She’s changed into a pair of leggings and an oversized cream colored sweater with matching fuzzy socks.

“This? I can’t wear this! You saw what everyone was wearing when we first came in. I- I have to wear something nice but- but…” Y/N gets up and starts pacing around the room. Nyx is quick to follow after her, pulling her in for a hug.

“Sweetheart, you look absolutely perfect in what you're wearing. I promise you those goofballs downstairs do not care. But if you really want to wear something nice…. just give me one second. I’ll be right back!!” Nyx yells as he is running out the door.

Y/N takes this minute alone to go fix up her makeup in the bathroom. She uses a q-tip to fix her smudged eyeliner and mascara. Brushing out her hair and pulls it back in a simple loose dutch braid. When she’s finished, her shadows alert her of Nyx’s arrival.

“Y/N?”

“Come in!”

Nyx walks back in holding up a stunning deep purple dress and matching accessories. “I hope you like this dress, my grandmother made it a while ago. I- I don’t know if you like the color purple.. and I don’t know if it’s your size… but I think it would look good on you-“

“Oh my, Nyx! It’s beautiful! I'll go and try it on right now!!” Y/N says taking the dress from Nyx and pushing him out. A few minutes later, she peeks her head out the door and sees Nyx sitting on the bed. “Could you help me with the back?” She asks sheepishly.

“Of course.” He says, standing up and walking towards the door. When he gets in the bathroom, Y/N is facing him holding the front of the dress up so it doesn’t fall. “Wow. Absolutely gorgeous. You look amazing.”

She blushes and stares at him for a few seconds. “You said you needed help with the back?” Nyx asks, starting to walk around her. Y/N shivers slightly as his cold knuckles graze her back.

Finishing the lacing on the back, Nyx pulls her back to his front. Putting his hands around her waist, he slowly walks them over to the mirror. Now starting at their reflection, Y/N notices what Nyx is dressed in. A matching purple dress shirt and black fitted slacks.

He meets her gaze in the mirror and a smile creeps into both of their faces. Spinning her around, Nyx takes a second to admire his mate in front of him.

“It’s not nice to stare, you know.” Y/N says teasingly. Nyx looks at her flirty eyes and then her down to her smiling lips.

“I think that you are very nice to stare at.” Nyx says while smoothing his hands up and down her sides, lingering slightly on her hips.

“Nyx?” Y/N asks breathlessly.

“Yes?”

“Kiss me.”

Without hesitating, Nyx places his lips on hers, moving in sync. The bond between them glowing as the kiss deepens. Nyx picks her up and she attempts to wrap her legs around his waist, but the dress is too tight.

They break away laughing. Nyx places his forehead on Y/N’s as he sets her down. “Damn this dress.” He laughs. She giggles back while giving his mouth one last kiss before pulling away.

“We better get going. Don’t wanna be late for my first family dinner.”

“I mean- I think we can skip this one if I’m being honest. I don’t-“

“Nyx. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave.” Y/N sings over her shoulder, walking towards the door. Nyx scurries over to her and grabs ahold of her hand.

She looks up to him one last time and smiles nervously, before opening the door.

Walking down the stairs, they can hear voices getting louder. Nyx can feel her nerves through the bond, so he gives her hand an encouraging squeeze. Saying everything he couldn’t with words. Her shadows ‘kiss’ his cheek in thanks.

Rounding the corner into the dining room, they see the same smiling faces as before. This time though, they are smiling among themselves. Rhys is the first to notice the newcomers.

“Nyx! Y/N! Just in time for dinner!” He says walking up to them. He takes a long look at Y/N’s dress and looks back to Feyre who is doing the same.

“That dress looks stunning on you darling.” Feyre says taking Y/N’s hand out of Nyx’s. Rhys nods in agreement, moving out of the way for the females to head over to the table.

Feyre leads her over to where the other females are seated. Whatever conversation was going on before has stopped and everyone is now staring at Y/N.

“Woah, You look absolutely stunning!” Mor exclaims. “Isn’t that- that dress was- oh my!” She stands up and tightly hugs Y/N. “That dress looks like it was made for you, my dear.”

Cassian joins the group and pulls Y/N out of the hug with Mor and into an even tighter hug with him. “I’m so excited for you to be staying with us. I can already tell you’re gonna be an amazing Illyrian warrior!”

“Woah, woah, woah.” Nesta interrupts. “Who says that she won’t be a Valkyrie?”

“Me. I say. Good Illyrian genes like those are destined to be a warrior.” Cassian claps back.

Nyx comes up behind Y/N and grabs onto one of her hands. “That’s a conversation for a different time. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” Nyx shoots Y/N a wink, pulls out her chair and sits down next to her.

He places a hand on Y/N’s knee and squeezes it to soothe her nerves.

After the rest of the group sits down, Rhys tells the house to serve the food. The next second, almost every space on the table is occupied with a plate of food. From soups, to meats and vegetables, even desserts.

Nyx looks over to Y/N and smooths his thumb over her thigh, he reaches forward to plate her food. “What would you like?”

“Um- that looks good over there. Oh! and maybe a little bit of this one here!” Y/N says, pointing to the different foods. Nyx smiles at her excitement and pours her a glass of water. He kisses her on the cheek and moves over to his plate.

“So Y/N, how are you liking Velaris so far?” Feyre asks.

“Well I haven’t really seen any of it, but what I have seen is absolutely beautiful!” Y/N replies.

“You have to show her around at night Nyx, you just have to!” Mor says from across the table.

“That’s a great idea Aunt Mor. Y/N would you like to go for a walk with me tonight?” Nyx asks, giving her knee a light squeeze. She nods eagerly and continues eating.

“Can I help with dishes?” Y/N asks as everyone starts to finish eating.

“Dishes?” Rhys asks, giving her a grin. “We don’t do dishes here, watch.” With a snap of his fingers all the empty plates vanish. Y/N is left with wide eyes as the table quietly laughs at her reaction.

“Well, thanks for showing off, dad. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have a city to go see.” Nyx gets up and pulls Y/N’s chair out slightly. He grabs onto her hand and helps her stand up.

Without dropping her hand, Nyx takes Y/N to the stairs. When they reach her bedroom door, he turns to look at her. Reaching up to brush a stray hair behind her ear, he lets his hand linger on her cheek. “You are so beautiful.”

She leans into his touch and stares deep into his eyes. “And you are so handsome, my mate.”

Nyx gently puts his lips onto hers, just a peck, then he’s leaning back and putting their foreheads together. “Do you need to get changed? I can give you a minute if you’d like.”

She takes a step back. “Change?” Y/N questions. “Why would I need to get changed?”

“You don’t NEED to get changed, you look absolutely stunning in that dress. But I’m not exactly sure it’s the most comfortable thing to fly in…” Nyx says closing the distance between them again.

“We’re gonna be flying?” Nyx grabs both of her hands.

“Well yeah, unless you want to walk down 10,000 steps. That’s fine with me, but we might have to camp out for the night about halfway down-“

Y/N cuts him off with a playful slap on his chest. “Alright Mr. Comedian, I’ll go get changed.”

“Please, call me Mr. Comedy. Mr. Comedian is my father.” Nyx jokes.

“So sorry, my mistake!” She laughs. “I’ll be right back.” She boops his nose before turning around and walking into her room.

Returning to the hallway, Y/N finds Nyx sitting on the floor with his eyes closed. “How long was I in there?” She asks to get his attention. Nyx jolts awake and hurried to stand.

He rubs his eyes with the back of his hand. “Sorry, what did you say?”

“If you’re too tired Nyx, we can just stay in tonight! Maybe you could give me a tour of the house instead?” Y/N asks.

“No, no. I promised I would take you to see Velaris. We can tour this place some other time.” He waves his hand dismissivelly. “Shall we?”

“After you.” Y/N says placing her hand on his extended arm and Nyx leads them to the balcony off of the living room. “I’ve uh- I’ve never flown- like long distance before… I don’t want to slow you down-“ Y/N starts.

“That’s okay, it’s not too far. I’m sure you’ll be fine and if you need to stop, then we’ll stop.” Nyx pulls them closer to the edge and gives her a smile before taking off.

Y/N follows right behind him trying to catch up. When she finally reaches him, he tucks in his wings and nosedives. She’s scared for a second until he levels out, laughing about 20 feet below her. “Hey! That’s not funny! I thought you were actually falling!”

By the time he reaches her height again, he’s laughing so hard that tears are falling. “I’m sorry but- but you should have seen your face!” Nyx goes to grab onto her hand, but he looks up to find her staring at the city with wide eyes.

“What do you think?” He asks when he finally reaches her, lacing their fingers together.

“I think it’s the most beautiful city I’ve ever seen, ever. I- I can’t believe this is real.” Y/N whispers, afraid that too much noise will cause her to wake up.

“Oh it’s real. It’s very real, and so is this.” Nyx raises their joint hands. “You're finally here with me, finally in my life and don’t even think about leaving.” He brings her hand up to his mouth and places a kiss on the back of it. “Now come on, let’s go see it up close.”

Twirling around each other and laughing so loud the whole city can hear. Nyx and Y/N finally land down on the street. “This is incredible! I’ve never seen anything like it!!” Y/N exclaims as they stumble down a path along the Sidra.

“I’m so happy I get to share this place with you.” Nyx says, grabbing onto her hands, dragging her along the path. When they sit down on a park bench, Y/N lays her head down on Nyx’s lap. He plays with her hair while humming a calming tune.

Just as she’s about to drift off to sleep, Y/N feels Nyx place a kiss along her hair line.

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“Good. Now do it over again.” Azriel instructs Y/N. They’ve been training for the better part of an hour now. As the shadows come drifting back over to them, Y/N stands up to walk away. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To go get something to eat. I’m starving and my brain hurts from all this.” Y/N says, waving her hands around in emphasis.

“Fine, but you better practice before tomorrow. You still have a lot of work you need to do.“

“Az, we’ve been at it for months now. I haven’t gotten much better, it’s really just a waste of time.”

“Do not say that. You’re doing so well! These things take time, I do not expect you to be perfect when just starting!” Az counters, now walking beside her. “Is this about Nyx?”

“What? Is what about Nyx?” She asks, startled.

“Well I know you guys are getting serious now, and I also know that you haven’t accepted the bond yet. I can tell that you have been stressing about something, but I can’t tell what it is.” He replies.

“H-How do you know we haven’t accepted it?”

“Spymaster. Remember? Why haven’t you accepted it though? Was it your idea? Nyx’s?”

“It’s just that…. that I’m not ready for our relationship to get.. intimate.. like that yet.” Y/N says sheepishly.

“Ah. You know that Nyx would never force you to do anything you don’t want to do right?”

“Yes, of course I do! But I also know that when we do accept the bond, the ... frenzy… is unavoidable. Since I’m not ready yet, I know that will be super hard for him, and I can’t put him through that.”

“Well, I’m sure Nyx is willing to wait until you are ready, he’s just like his father in that way. Anyways, just keep practicing and I’ll see you at the Starfall party tomorrow right?” Az questions.

“Yep, I’ll be there! See you then!” She waves goodbye as they part ways, before heading down to the kitchen.

Standing at the stove making an omelet, Y/N feels hands wrap around her waist.

“Hey you, how was training?” Nyx greets, placing a kiss on her cheek.

“Hey! It was alright I guess. Az is trying his best, but my shadows aren’t listening to me. It’s so frustrating.”

“Don’t worry love, I'm sure it took Az awhile to get it too. Would you like to go to the library later today?” He asks.

“I’m sorry, I can’t today. I still have gifts to buy for Starfall.”

“Sweetheart, you know you don’t have to get us anything.”

She spins around in his arms to face him. “I know, I know, but I want to! These past months here have been amazing, giving you guys presents is the least I can do.”

“Okay, I’ll leave you to it then.” Nyx grabs her chin to pull her in for a kiss before leaving.

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“I don’t know about all this, are you sure I look okay?” Y/N asks, staring at her reflection. Mor has picked out a stunning dark green ball gown, with matching accessories of course.

“You look amazing, sweetie! Nyx won’t be able to take his hands off of you! Not that he doesn’t do that already, but even more now.” Mor says, picking off a piece of loose string on Y/N’s dress. “Are you ready to head down?”

Y/N nods and makes her way to the stairs. As she rounds the corner, Nyx appears at the bottom of the staircase. “Wow. You- you look gorgeous. I mean you always do, but- but right now especially.” He says nervously.

She laughs and takes his extended hand. “Thank you, you look handsome as well.” Nyx places a kiss on her cheek and escorts her over to the balcony.

“I can’t wait to see the stars, you guys have talked about it so much. It sounds magical.” She says, leaning into his side.

“It is magical, I hope you never forget tonight.” Nyx says, staring out into the night sky.

Y/N smiles knowingly. “I hope so too.”

“Hey lovebirds! We’re starting presents now!” Cassian calls over.

“Okay, we’ll be right there!” Nyx yells back. He turns back to Y/N and puts his arm around her waist. “You ready, love?” She nods and they walk back into the house.

“Cassian! You went first last year!” Rhys complains. The group is all squished in the living room surrounded by mountains of gifts.

“Ugh. Fine, you can go first.” He says picking up a present and handing it over to Rhys.

About an hour and a half later, it’s finally Y/N’s turn to open presents. She received a box set of a new book series from Azriel, a pair of Illyrian leathers from Cassian, a basket of bath soaps and oils from Mor, and a purple amethyst necklace from Amren.

The High Lord and Lady make their way over to give their gift to Y/N. Ripping the paper open, she looks up to see the group leaning over to see and flips it around to show everyone.

The painting is of her first night in Velaris. She’s laying down in Nyx’s lap on a park bench as he plays with her hair. “Oh my. This is incredible! T-thank you so very much!”

“You're so very welcome!” Feyre replies. “I had Nyx show me this memory. It was such a nice moment for you guys, so I wanted to memorialize it.”

“Thank you so much Mom, it’s amazing!” Nyx says resting his hand on Y/N’s knee.

Feyre smiles at her son. “Now for you Nyx, here’s our present.” She hands over a small box.

Nyx gives the box a little shake to hear it rattle. “What is it?”

“Why don’t you open it to find out.” Rhys teases.

With a laugh Nyx opens the box and pulls out a small key. “A- a key?” He asks.

“Not just any key son, that key goes to a cabin over in the Winter Court.” Feyre says. “We figured you two might want to get away from us old folks for a little while. It’s yours for as long as you like, starting tonight.”

Nyx looks over to Y/N, who’s smiling widely back at him. “Thank you guys so much! I’ve always wanted to go to the Winter Court!”

Y/N reaches behind her and hands Nyx a medium sized box. “Here, this one’s from me, but it kinda goes with the last one.” She says, fiddling with her hands nervously.

Nyx looks over to Y/N in question. “It’s a blueberry pie. That…. Um, that I made.” She clarifies.

With that, the whole room goes dead silent. “You- you made this?” Nyx asks and she nods. “You know what that means right?”

“Of course I do! I’m ready now, Nyx, I’m ready to take the next step with you. If- if you still want to of course, I don’t mean to assume-“ She starts rambling and Nyx cuts her off with a kiss.

The party goers begin to disperse, giving the couple some alone time. Breaking away for a breath, Nyx looks deep into her eyes. “I cannot wait to take that next step with you too, but are you sure? If you’re not ready yet we can wait. I have no problem waiting! I would wait for you for the rest of our lives-“

Now it’s Y/N’s turn to cut Nyx off with a kiss. “I’m sure, being with you is the only thing I’m sure of right now.” She laughs.

“Well in that case, let’s go see some stars fall.” He kisses her cheek and helps her stand up. They join the rest of their family on the balcony, spending their first Starfall together.

— —

It’s technically the day after Starfall by the time the party ends. Nyx and Y/N make their way to the door with their packed bags.

“Alright you two, be safe and have fun. Don’t worry about coming back here too soon, you take all the time off you need.” Rhys says with a wink at Nyx.

“Thanks for this, really, I can’t tell you how grateful I am.”

“You’re welcome guys. Now, go on, you have a cabin waiting for you.” Feyre smiles and leans into her mate’s arms.

“Okay, we’ll see you guys… sometime!”

“Bye!”

Nyx looks over to Y/N as they winnow away.

Not even bothering to unpack, they head straight for the kitchen. She places the blueberry pie on the counter between them and sits down.

“I know it’s kinda like breakfast time right now, but would you like to have some pie-“

She’s cut off by the sound of Nyx opening the silverware drawer.

He grabs a fork and then heads over to the counter and sits opposite of her. “You’re still okay with this, right?” Y/N nods with a smile. Without losing eye contact, Nyx picks up a piece of pie on his fork and eats it.

As soon as he bites down, the bond between them glows like a burning fire. Y/N watches him eat the entire time and only speaks when he’s finished. “Now what?” She asks.

Wiping around his mouth with a napkin, Nyx gets up and walks over to her. “Now,” he says, “we go upstairs and make this official.” She smiles, wraps her arms around his neck, and pulls him in for a kiss.

“I love you so much.” He says in between breaths.

“I love you too.” She answers, pulling him back down to her mouth.

He moves his hand down to the back of her thighs, signaling for her to jump up. With Y/N now in his arms, Nyx winnows up to the bedroom to finish what they started.

#a court of thorns and roses #acotar #nyx x reader #nyx #azriel #cassian #feyre #mor #nesta #rhys #amren #velaris #starfall #shadowsinger #rhysand

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jasongracedefenseattorney · 5 months

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this year’s met gala was such a bummer like the theme was sleeping beauties: reawakening fashion and the dress code was a garden in time. there is SO MUCH there. there’s reimagining classic styles, rewearing archived pieces, the concept of renewal, rebirth, the passage of time, decay, and so much more, but it looks like most people saw the word garden and ran with it. this would have been the chance to pull out the archives! this would have been a great chance to do something new and reimagine classic designs! now is when you wear the marilyn dress, kim!! instead it was flower dress after flower dress after basic tux after basic tux. there were a few hits (tyla was the star of the night for me personally!) but here’s what i would do if i was a designer. before i get into this i want to say if you don’t like my fashion sense that’s okay i don’t really care im not a fashion designer or creator so i will survive if you don’t like this stuff

these bad boys in the vivienne westwood archive would be so brilliant. they were released as part of an advertising campaign with britons and are made out of carpet. i think it first reimagines fashion and what fabrics can be made into clothes and second is archival and thus celebrates the history of clothing. really any of the outfits from that campaign would have been fantastic especially the ones designed to look like the victorian and elizabethan era dresses.

this jean paul gaultier statue dress would be amazing and this one is one i would even be willing to see an updated take on. for instance every year kim kardashian’s sole purpose is to push the boundaries of skinny waist bbl but this would have been so cool to see her wearing where her body is the statue on the dress

anything from oscar de la renta archives but i would have really liked seeing men in the matador outfits

as a gender neutral option, this is something that would be a reawakening of fashion whether a woman or man wore it. this vivienne westwood archive is a suit with a skirt which is gender non conforming both ways and would have been super cool to see

seeing mona patel in the custom iris van herpen actually pissed me off even though she was stunning and gorgeous because iris van herpen has an EXISTING COLLECTION from 2021 called roots of REBIRTH based on FUNGI like the material was right there

armani also has a collection from 1985 of suits for women that would be perfect for anyone who doesn’t want to wear dresses.

anyway all this to say i was a bit disappointed and i think there were only a handful of people (tyla, mindy kaling, zendaya, dan levy) who really understood the theme. this is nothing new with the met gala but hopefully next year will be better but i already know it won’t be.

#i love getting to post about fashion #met gala 2024 #plain suits from the men. who could have guessed!#archive fashion #met gala #fashion #i subscribed to vogue for this but it’s okay

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collectingavenuesmwue · 2 months

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Fuck that no protection thing

He is so beautiful, handsome, pretty, elegant, gorgeous, breathtaking, attractive, charming, heavenly, perfect, hot, stunning, exquisite, cute, magnificent, divine, alluring, pleasing, lovely, adorable, delicious, delightful, appealing, engaging, winsome, ravishing, irresistible, bewitching, graceful, sexy, tasty, dazzling, fascinating, fine, wonderful, showstopping, flawless, jaw dropping, fabulous, fantastic, eye catching, desirable, sublime, captivating, seductive, adoring, my light, my life, my everything, nice, sweet, sensational, tantalizing, glorious, prepossessing, scrumptious, good looking, splendid, like honestly can we date? you are so beautiful, you always make me laugh, you always make me smile, you literally make me want to be a better person, i really enjoy every moment we spend together, my time has no value unless spent with you, thanks for being you, whenever you need someone there for you i will always be at your side, i love you so much, i don’t think you realize how amazing you are sometimes, life isn’t as fun when you’re not around, you’re really wonderful, i hope you are my soulmate, i love the way you smile, your eyes are absolutely beautiful, if i had a star for every time you crossed my mind it would be a galaxy, your personality is as pretty as you are, i would bake for you, i would break worlds for you, i would die for you, i love you, please go out with me, if you give me a chance i’ll try to compare to your divine presence, i will love you until the world ends, until the atom bomb locks in, until the earth caves in, until the moon drifts away, until creation is destroyed and built all over again, until the next sunrise, until our world goes dark, until the only thing i know is you, until our bodies are shaped for eachother, until all others have vanished, until we die, until we meet again in another life, until all love songs are about us, until we make it into history, until we die together, until we are united in eternal bliss, until the galaxies swirl around us, until our love becomes stronger than gravity, until the light sets on us for a final time, until all others lights go out except for us, until we become a fairytale, until all the world knows the name of the two lovers, until we are the definition of love, until i know every part of you, until you know how much i adore you, until we become a green tragedy, until earth and the heavens fall for us, until life ceases to exist, until nothing surrounds us, when until is merely just a word to us, our love will never stop for anything, always starting again when we meet in another life.

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I'm the girl you'd die for

Hina/GN!Reader requested by anon for my 200 followers event

And if you saw this post the first time, no you didn't. (Tumblr glitched)

Content/Warnings: Hina/GN!Reader, unhealthy relationship, NSFW implications, angst-ish, Inspired by Bubblegum Bitch by MARINA

Hina was a special kind of woman, and to think she'd chosen you. She was beautiful, tall, commanding - many marines scrambled for a piece of her but she'd picked you. You didn't get the chance to see her often, since you weren't serving directly under her, but whenever you did it was electric. You worshipped her and she basked in the attention, a perfect dynamic. Occasionally she'd even worship you in return, on her knees before you for your pleasure, and there was nothing that left you feeling higher.

But you were becoming tired.

Hina would come around, make you feel special, make you feel wanted and then she'd disappear without a word and never call, leaving you wanting and waiting for when you'd get a chance to see her again. The entire arrangement was a secret, that was an unspoken rule, but you'd confided in a friend that the woman you were seeing was doing that and they'd insisted you should leave her.

During the course of your relationship with Hina you'd been keeping a diary, your way of getting all the feelings you wanted to share out without spilling the secret you were keeping. After the conversation with your friend, you'd sat down and read it back.

She was gorgeous, stunning, perfect, she cared for you, she touched you, she saw you. She was gone, you were left hurting, wanting, hurting. That was the pattern. An entry or two would detail how wonderful it was to be with her, how amazing you felt, how happy she made you. Then the next entry would be how hurt you were that she'd left without a word again, how you wished you could call her, how you felt lost without her. It didn't seem healthy.

That night you wrote another entry, detailing how you wanted to break the relationship off, so that if you got caught up when you tried the entry would serve as a reminder of how you felt. Like you were being mistreated.

"Hello gorgeous." Hina greeted when she saw you next, delicate hands wrapping around your body and ghosting over your torso, attempting to get a rise out of you no doubt. It'd been just a week since you'd made your decision and you still held strong, you wanted to end the arrangement you had so you could pursue something better.

"Hina." You replied, taking her hands in yours to remove them from your body, uninterested in falling back into her addictive embrace. Thankfully she'd found you alone, in a room that was near sound proof, because you couldn't begin to guess what would happen next.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today." She replied with a raised brow, but removed her hands anyway, slotting them into the pockets of her trousers. You sighed, closing your eyes to steel yourself for what you wanted to do next.

"Hina - I don't want to see you anymore." You said, looking anywhere but directly at her.

"Where is this coming from?"

"You left me."

"Which time?"

"Exactly. I can't keep doing this." You insisted, though you weren't sure how strong you would be if she began to try to talk you back into her arms. Hina hummed, thinking on your words, and you stood there before her waiting for her answer.

"Okay." She said simply, and shrugged, brushing some hair from her face. That was it?

"What?" You asked dumbly, staring at her with confusion written all over your face. Was it truly going to be that easy? Did she care for you so little?

"I said okay. If you're done, that's fine. I had fun." Hina winked at you, then turned and left you where she'd found you, in a storage room of the ship, alone.

The fact that she'd walked away so easily was what hurt the most.

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Seeing the Beauty (Piper McLean x Fem!Jackson!Reader) - Chapter 14

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Piper dreams she's back in Medea's department store. "Please let this be a dream," she mutters, "and not my eternal punishment."

"No, dear," says a woman's honey-sweet voice. "No punishment."

Piper turns, afraid she'd see Medea, but a different woman stands next to her, browsing through the fifty-percent-off rack.

The woman is gorgeous — shoulder-length hair, a graceful neck, perfect features, and an amazing figure tucked into jeans and a snowy white top.

Piper had seen her share of actresses — most of her dad's dates were knockout beautiful — but this lady is different. She's elegant without trying, fashionable without effort, stunning without makeup. After seeing Aeolus with his silly face-lifts and cosmetics, Piper thinks this woman looked even more astonishing. There's nothing artificial about her.

As Piper watches, the woman's appearance changes. Piper can't decide the color of her eyes, or the exact color of her hair. The woman becomes more and more beautiful, as if her image is aligning itself to Piper's thoughts — getting as close as possible to Piper's ideal of beauty.

"Aphrodite," Piper says. "Mom?"

The goddess smiles. "You're only dreaming, my sweet. If anyone wonders, I wasn't here. Okay?"

"I —" Piper wants to ask a thousand questions, but they all crowd together in her head.

Aphrodite holds up a turquoise dress. Piper thinks it looked awesome, but the goddess makes a face. "This isn't my color, is it? Pity, it's cute. Medea really does have some lovely things here."

"This — this building exploded," Piper stammers. "I saw it."

"Yes," Aphrodite agreed. "I suppose that's why everything's on sale. Just a memory, now." The goddess gestures around the department store. "You have other trials to face, my sweet. Medea will be back, along with many other enemies. The Doors of Death have opened."

"What do you mean?"

Aphrodite winks at her. "You're a smart one, Piper. You know."

A cold feeling settles over her. "The sleeping woman, the one Medea and Midas called their patron. She's managed to open a new entrance from the Underworld. She's letting the dead escape back into the world."

"Mmm. And not just any dead. The worst, the most powerful, the ones most likely to hate the gods."

"The monsters are coming back from Tartarus the same way," Piper guesses. "That's why they don't stay disintegrated."

"Yes, their patron, as you call her, has a special relationship with Tartarus, the spirit of the pit." Aphrodite holds up a gold sequined top. "No . . . this would make me look ridiculous."

Piper laughs uneasily. "You? You can't look anything but perfect."

"You're sweet," Aphrodite says. "But beauty is about finding the right fit, the most natural fit. To be perfect, you have to feel perfect about yourself — avoid trying to be something you're not. For a goddess, that's especially hard. We can change so easily."

"My dad thought you were perfect." Piper's voice quavers. "He never got over you."

Aphrodite's gaze becomes distant. "Yes . . . Tristan. Oh, he was amazing. So gentle and kind, funny and handsome. Yet he had so much sadness inside."

"Could we please not talk about him in the past tense?"

"I'm sorry, dear. I didn't want to leave your father, of course. It's always so hard, but it was for the best. If he had realized who I actually was —"

"Wait — he didn't know you were a goddess?"

"Of course not." Aphrodite sounds offended. "I wouldn't do that to him. For most mortals, that's simply too hard to accept. It can ruin their lives! Ask your friend Jason. His poor mother was destroyed when she found out she'd fallen in love with Zeus. No, it was much better Tristan believed that I was a mortal woman who left him without explanation. Better a bittersweet memory than an immortal, unattainable goddess. Which brings me to an important matter . . ." She opens her hand and shows Piper a glowing glass vial of pink liquid. "This is one of Medea's kinder mixtures. It erases only recent memories. When you save your father, if you can save him, you should give him this."

Piper can't believe what she was hearing. "You want me to dope my dad? You want me to make him forget what he's been through?"

Aphrodite holds up the vial. The liquid casts a pink glow over her face. "Your father acts confident, Piper, but he walks a fine line between two worlds. He's worked his whole life to deny the old stories about gods and spirits, yet he fears those stories might be real. He fears that he's shut off an important part of himself, and someday it will destroy him. Now he's been captured by a giant. He's living a nightmare. Even if he survives . . . if he has to spend the rest of his life with those memories, knowing that gods and spirits walk the earth, it will shatter him. That's what our enemy hopes for. She will break him, and thus break your spirit."

Piper wants to shout that Aphrodite was wrong. Her dad is the strongest person she knew. Piper would never take his memories the way Hera had taken (Y/n)'s.

But somehow she can't stay angry with Aphrodite. She remembers what her dad had said months ago, at the beach at Big Sur: If I really believed in Ghost Country, or animal spirits, or Greek gods . . . I don't think I could sleep at night. I'd always be looking for somebody to blame.

Now Piper wants someone to blame, too.

"Who is she?" Piper demands. "The one controlling the giants?"

Aphrodite purses her lips. She moves to the next rack, which holds battered armor and ripped togas, but Aphrodite looks through them as if they were designer outfits.

"You have a strong will," she muses. "I'm never given much credit among the gods. My children are laughed at. They're dismissed as conceited and shallow."

"Some of them are."

Aphrodite laughs. "Granted. Perhaps I'm conceited and shallow, too, sometimes. A girl has to indulge. Oh, this is nice." She picks up a burned and stained bronze breastplate and holds it up for Piper to see. "No?"

"No," Piper said. "Are you going to answer my question?"

"Patience, my sweet," the goddess says. "My point is that love is the most powerful motivator in the world. It spurs mortals to greatness. Their noblest, bravest acts are done for love."

Piper pulls out her dagger and studies its reflective blade. "Like Helen starting the Trojan War?"

"Ah, Katoptris." Aphrodite smiles. "I'm glad you found it. I get so much flack for that war, but honestly, Paris and Helen were a cute couple. And the heroes of that war are immortal now — at least in the memories of men. Love is powerful, Piper. It can bring even the gods to their knees. I told this to my son Aeneas when he escaped from Troy. He thought he had failed. He thought he was a loser! But he traveled to Italy —"

"And became the forebear of Rome."

"Exactly. You see, Piper, my children can be quite powerful. You can be quite powerful, because my lineage is unique. I am closer to the beginning of creation than any other Olympian."

Piper struggles to remember about Aphrodite's birth. "Didn't you . . . rise from the sea? Standing on a seashell?"

The goddess laughs. "That painter Botticelli had quite an imagination. I never stood on a seashell, thank you very much. But yes, I rose from the sea. The first beings to rise from Chaos were the Earth and Sky — Gaea and Ouranos. When their son, the Titan Kronos, killed Ouranos —"

"By chopping him to pieces with a scythe," Piper remembers.

Aphrodite wrinkles her nose. "Yes. The pieces of Ouranos fell into the sea. His immortal essence created seafoam. And from that foam —"

"You were born. I remember now. So you're —"

"The last child of Ouranos, who was greater than the gods or the Titans. So, in a strange way, I'm the eldest Olympian god. As I said, love is a powerful force. And you, my daughter, are much more than a pretty face. Which is why you already know who is waking the giants, and who has the power to open doors into the deepest parts of the earth." Aphrodite waits, as if she can sense Piper slowly putting together the pieces of a puzzle, which makes a dreadful picture.

"Gaea," Piper says. "The earth itself. That's our enemy."

She hopes Aphrodite would say no, but the goddess keeps her eyes on the rack of tattered armor. "She has slumbered for eons, but she is slowly waking. Even asleep, she is powerful, but once she wakes . . . we will be doomed. You must defeat the giants before that happens, and lull Gaea back into her slumber. Otherwise the rebellion has only begun. The dead will continue to rise. Monsters will regenerate with even greater speed. The giants will lay waste to the birthplace of the gods. And if they do that, all civilization will burn."

"But Gaea? Mother Earth?"

"Do not underestimate her," Aphrodite warns. "She is a cruel deity. She orchestrated Ouranos's death. She gave Kronos the sickle and urged him to kill his own father. While the Titans ruled the world, she slumbered in peace. But when the gods overthrew them, Gaea woke again in all her anger and gave birth to a new race — the giants — to destroy Olympus once and for all."

"And it's happening again," Piper says. "The rise of the giants."

Aphrodite nods. "Now you know. What will you do?"

"Me?" Piper clenches her fists. "What am I supposed to do? Put on a pretty dress and sweet-talk Gaea into going back to sleep?"

"I wish that would work," Aphrodite replies. "But no, you will have to find your own strengths, and fight for what you love. Like my favored ones, Helen and Paris. Like my son Aeneas."

"Helen and Paris died," Piper says.

"And Aeneas became a hero," the goddess counters. "The first great hero of Rome. The result will depend on you, Piper, but I will tell you this: The seven greatest demigods must be gathered to defeat the giants, and that effort will not succeed without you. When the two sides meet . . . you will be the mediator. You will determine whether there is friendship or bloodshed."

"What two sides?" Piper's vision begins to dim.

"You must wake soon, my child," says the goddess. "I do not always agree with Hera, but she's taken a bold risk, and I agree it must be done. Zeus has kept the two sides apart for too long. Only together will you have the power to save Olympus. Now, wake, and I hope you like the clothes I picked out."

"What clothes?" Piper demands, but the dream faded to black.

. . .

Piper wakes a table at a sidewalk café.

For a second, she thinks she's still dreaming. It's a sunny morning and the air is brisk but not unpleasant for sitting outside. At the other tables, a mix of bicyclists, business people, and college kids sit chatting and drinking coffee.

She can smell eucalyptus trees. Lots of foot traffic passes in front of quaint little shops. The street is lined with bottle-brush trees and blooming azaleas as though winter was a foreign concept.

In other words: they're in California.

Her friends sit in chairs around her — all of them with their hands calmly folded across their chests, dozing pleasantly. And they all have new clothes on. Piper looks down at her own outfit and gasps. "Mother!"

She yells louder than she meant. Jason flinches, bumping the table with his knees, and then all of them are awake.

"What?" Hedge demands. "Fight who? Where?"

"Falling!" Leo grabs the table. "No — not falling. Where are we?"

(Y/n) blinks, trying to get her bearings. She focuses on Piper and makes a little choking sound. "What are you wearing?"

Piper probably blushed. She's wearing the turquoise dress she'd seen in her dream, with black leggings and black leather boots. She had on her favorite silver charm bracelet, even though she'd left that back home in L.A., and her old snowboarding jacket from her dad, which amazingly goes with the outfit pretty well. She pulls out Katoptris, and judging from the reflection in the blade, she'd gotten her hair done, too.

"It's nothing," she says. "It's my —" She remembers Aphrodite's warning not to mention that they'd talked. "It's nothing."

Leo grins. "Aphrodite strikes again, huh? You're gonna be the best-dressed warrior in town, beauty queen."

"Hey, Leo." Jason nudges his arm. "You look at yourself recently?"

"What . . . oh."

All of them had been given a makeover. Leo was wearing pinstriped pants, black leather shoes, a white collarless shirt with suspenders, and his tool belt, Ray-Ban sunglasses, and a porkpie hat.

"God, Leo." Piper tries not to laugh. "I think my dad wore that to his last premiere, minus the tool belt."

"Hey, shut up!"

"I think he looks good," says Coach Hedge. "'Course, I look better."

The satyr is a pastel nightmare. Aphrodite had given him a baggy canary yellow zoot suit with two-tone shoes that fit over his hooves. He had a matching yellow broad-brimmed hat, a rose-colored shirt, a baby blue tie, and a blue carnation in his lapel, which Hedge sniffs and then eats.

Jason is wearing a baby blue collared, short sleeved dress shirt, tucked into khaki slacks, a pair of black dress shoes, and a navy blue tie.

"Well," (Y/n) says, "at least your mom overlooked me."

Piper knows that isn't exactly true. Looking at her, Piper's heart does a little tap dance. (Y/n) is dressed simply in black skinny jeans, a clean sea-green t-shirt, a black leather jacket. She has new track shoes on, her hair is newly trimmed, and she is wearing her bead necklace – four beads for four completed summers at camp, and on the necklace, is two wedding rings and Piper wonders if they're hers, or her parents. (Y/n)'s eyes are the same color as the sea in the distance. Aphrodite's message is clear: This one needs no improvement.

And Piper agrees.

"Anyway," she says uncomfortably, "how did we get here?"

"Oh, that would be Mellie," Hedge says, chewing happily on his carnation. "Those winds shot us halfway across the country, I'd guess. We would've been smashed flat on impact, but Mellie's last gift — a nice soft breeze — cushioned our fall."

"And she got fired for us," Leo says. "Man, we suck."

"Ah, she'll be fine," Hedge replies. "Besides, she couldn't help herself. I've got that effect on nymphs. I'll send her a message when we're through with this quest and help her figure something out. That is one aura I could settle down with and raise a herd of baby goats."

"I'm going to be sick," Piper fake gags. "Anyone else want coffee?"

"Coffee!" Hedge's grin was stained blue from the flower. "I love coffee!"

"Urn," Jason said, "but — money? Our packs?"

Piper looks down. Their packs are at their feet, and everything seems to still be there. She reaches into her coat pocket and feels two things she hadn't expected. One is a wad of cash. The other is a glass vial — the amnesia potion. She leaves the vial in her pocket and brings out the money.

Leo whistles. "Allowance? Piper, your mom rocks!"

"Waitress!" Hedge calls. "Six double espressos, and whatever these guys want. Put it on the girl's tab."

It doesn't take them long to figure out where they are. The menus say "Café Verve, Walnut Creek, CA." And according to the waitress, it is 9 a.m. on December 21, the winter solstice, which gives them three hours until Enceladus's deadline.

They don't have to wonder where Mount Diablo is, either. They can see it on the horizon, right at the end of the street. After the Rockies, Mount Diablo doesn't look very large, nor is it covered in snow. It seems downright peaceful, its golden creases marbled with gray-green trees. But size is deceptive with mountains, Piper knows. It's probably much bigger up close. And appearances are deceptive too. Here they are — back in California — supposedly her home — with sunny skies, mild weather, laid-back people, and a plate of chocolate chip scones with coffee. And only a few miles away, somewhere on that peaceful mountain, a super powerful, super-evil giant is about to have her father for lunch.

Leo pulls something out of his pocket — the old crayon drawing Aeolus had given him. Aphrodite must've thought it was important if she'd magically transferred it to his new outfit.

"What is that?" Piper asks.

Leo folds it up gingerly again and puts it away. "Nothing. You don't want to see my kindergarten artwork."

"It's more than that," Jason guesses. "Aeolus said it was the key to our success."

Leo shakes his head. "Not today. He was talking about . . . later."

"How can you be sure?" Piper asks.

"Trust me," Leo says. "Now — what's our game plan?"

Coach Hedge belches. He'd already had three espressos and a plate of doughnuts, along with two napkins and another flower from the vase on the table. He would've eaten the silverware, except Piper had slapped his hand.

"Climb the mountain," Hedge says. "Kill everything except Piper's dad. Leave."

"Thank you, General Eisenhower," Jason grumbles.

"Hey, I'm just saying!"

"Guys," Piper says. "There's more you need to know."

It's tricky, because she can't mention her mom; but she tells them she'd figured some things out in her dreams. She tells them about their real enemy: Gaea.

"Gaea?" Leo shakes his head. "Isn't that Mother Nature? She's supposed to have, like, flowers in her hair and birds singing around her and deer and rabbits doing her laundry."

"Leo, that's Snow White," Piper looks amused.

"Okay, but —"

"Listen, cupcake." Coach Hedge dabs the espresso out of his goatee. "Piper's telling us some serious stuff, here. Gaea's no softie. I'm not even sure I could take her."

Leo whistles. "Really?"

Hedge nods. "This earth lady – she and her old man the sky were nasty customers."

"Ouranos," Piper says. She can't help looking up at the blue sky, wondering if it has eyes.

"Right," Hedge says. "So Ouranos, he's not the best dad. He throws their first kids, the Cyclopes, into Tartarus. That makes Gaea mad, but she bides her time. Then they have another set of kids — the twelve Titans — and Gaea is afraid they'll get thrown into prison too. So she goes up to her son Kronos —"

"The big bad dude," Leo said. "The one they defeated last summer."

(Y/n) lets out an annoyed grumble, and Piper wonders if she'd remembered anything else – Piper makes a mental note to ask her about it later. Well, Piper's brain betrays her, if we live long enough for me to ask.

"Right. And Gaea's the one who gives him the scythe, and tells him, 'Hey, why don't I call your dad down here? And while he's talking to me, distracted, you can cut him to pieces. Then you can take over the world. Wouldn't that be great?"'

Nobody says anything. Piper's chocolate chip scone doesn't look so appetizing anymore. Even though she'd heard the story before, she still can't quite get her mind around it. She tries to imagine a kid so messed up, he would kill his own dad just for power. Then she imagines a mom so messed up, she would convince her son to do it.

"Definitely not Snow White," she decides.

"Nah, Kronos was a bad guy," Hedge agrees. "But Gaea is literally the mother of all bad guys. She's so old and powerful, so huge, that it's hard for her to be fully conscious. Most of the time, she sleeps, and that's the way we like her — snoring.''

"But she talked to me," Leo says. "How can she be asleep?"

Gleeson brushes crumbs off his canary yellow lapel. He's on his sixth espresso now, and his pupils are as big as quarters. "Even in her sleep, part of her consciousness is active — dreaming, keeping watch, doing little things like causing volcanoes to explode and monsters to rise. Even now, she's not fully awake. Believe me, you don't want to see her fully awake."

"But she's getting more powerful," Piper adds. "She's causing the giants to rise. And if their king comes back—this guy Porphyrion —"

"He'll raise an army to destroy the gods," Jason puts in. "Starting with Hera. It'll be another war. And Gaea will wake up fully."

Gleeson nods. "Which is why it's a good idea for us to stay off the ground as much as possible."

Leo looks warily at Mount Diablo. "So . . . climbing a mountain. That would be bad."

Piper's heart sinks. First, she'd been asked to betray her friends. Now they are trying to help her rescue her dad even though they know they are walking into a trap. The idea of fighting a giant had been scary enough. But the idea that Gaea is behind it — a force more powerful than a god or Titan . . .

"Guys, I can't ask you to do this," Piper says. "This is too dangerous."

"You kidding?" Gleeson belches and shows them his blue carnation smile. "Who's ready to beat stuff up?"

. . .

Leo had hoped the taxi could get them all the way to the top.

No such luck. The cab makes lurching, grinding sounds as it climbs the mountain road, and halfway up they find the ranger's station closed, a chain blocking the way.

"Far as I can go," the cabbie says. "You sure about this? Gonna be a long walk back, and my car's acting funny. I can't wait for you."

"We're sure." Leo is the first one out. He has a bad feeling about what is wrong with the cab, and when he looks down he sees he was right. The wheels are sinking into the road like it is made of quicksand. Not fast — just enough to make the driver think he had a transmission problem or a bad axle — but Leo knows different.

The road is hard-packed dirt. No reason at all it should have been soft, but already Leo's shoes are starting to sink. Gaea is messing with them.

While his friends get out, Leo pays the cabbie. He's generous — heck, why not? It was Aphrodite's money. Plus, he has a feeling he might never be coming off this mountain.

"Keep the change," he says. "And get out of here. Quick."

The driver doesn't argue. Soon all they can see is his dust trail.

The view from the mountain is pretty amazing. The whole inland valley around Mount Diablo is a patchwork of towns — grids of tree-lined streets and nice middle-class suburbs, shops, and schools. All these normal people living normal lives—the kind Leo had never known.

"That's Concord," Jason says, pointing to the north. "Walnut Creek below us. To the south, Danville, past those hills. And that way . . ."

He points west, where a ridge of golden hills holds back a layer of fog, like the rim of a bowl. "That's the Berkeley Hills. The East Bay. Past that, San Francisco."

"Jason?" Piper looks at the son of Zeus. "You remember something? You've been here?"

"Yes . . . no." He gave her an anguished look. "It just seems important."

"That's Titan land." Coach Hedge nods towards the west. "Bad place, Jason. Trust me, this is as close to 'Frisco as we want to get."

But Jason looks towards the foggy basin with such longing that Leo feels uneasy. Why did Jason seem so connected with that place — a place Hedge said was evil, full of bad magic and old enemies? What if Jason came from here? Everybody kept hinting Jason is an enemy, that his arrival at Camp Half-Blood was a dangerous mistake.

No, Leo thinks. Ridiculous. Jason was their friend.

Leo tries to move his foot, but his heels are now completely embedded in the dirt. "Hey, guys," he says. "Let's keep moving."

The others notice the problem.

"Gaea is stronger here," Hedge grumbles. He pops his hooves free from his shoes, then hands the shoes to Leo. "Keep those for me, Valdez. They're nice."

Leo snorts. "Yes, Coach. Would you like them polished?"

"That's varsity thinking, Valdez." Hedge nods approvingly. "But first, we'd better hike up this mountain while we still can."

"How do we know where the giant is?" Piper asks.

(Y/n) points towards the peak. Drifting across the summit is a plume of smoke. From a distance, Leo had thought it was a cloud, but it wasn't. Something is burning.

"Smoke equals fire," Jason agrees. "We'd better hurry."

The Wilderness School had taken Leo on several forced marches. He thought he was in good shape. But climbing a mountain when the earth is trying to swallow his feet is like jogging on a flypaper treadmill.

In no time, Leo had rolled up the sleeves on his collarless shirt, even though the wind is cold and sharp. He wishes Aphrodite had given him walking shorts and some more comfortable shoes, but he is grateful for the Ray-Bans that keep the sun out of his eyes. He slips his hands into his tool belt and starts summoning supplies — gears, a tiny wrench, some strips of bronze. As he walks, he builds — not really thinking about it, just fiddling with pieces.

By the time they near the crest of the mountain, Leo is the most fashionably dressed sweaty, dirty hero ever. His hands are covered in machine grease.

The little object he'd made is like a windup toy — the kind that rattles and walks across a coffee table. He isn't sure what it could do, but he slips it into his tool belt.

He misses his army coat with all its pockets. Even more than that, he misses Festus. He could use a fire-breathing bronze dragon right now. But Leo knows Festus would not be coming back — at least, not in his old form.

Finally Jason crouches behind a wall of rock. He gestures for the others to do the same. Leo crawls up next to him. Piper has to pull Coach Hedge down.

"I don't want to get my outfit dirty!" Hedge complains.

"Shh!" Piper says.

Reluctantly, the satyr kneels.

Just over the ridge where they are hiding, in the shadow of the mountain's final crest, is a forested depression about the size of a football field, where the giant Enceladus had set up camp.

Trees had been cut down to make a towering purple bonfire. The outer rim of the clearing is littered with extra logs and construction equipment — an earthmover; a big crane thing with rotating blades at the end like an electric shaver — must be a tree harvester, Leo thinks — and a long metal column with an ax blade, like a sideways guillotine — a hydraulic ax. A lake sits about fifty feet to the right of the bonfire.

Why a giant needs construction equipment, Leo isn't sure. He doesn't see how the creature in front of him could even fit in the driver's seat. The giant Enceladus is so large, so horrible, Leo doesn't want to look at him.

But he forces himself to focus on the monster.

To start with, he is thirty feet tall — easily as tall as the treetops. Leo is sure the giant could've seen them behind their ridge, but he seems intent on the weird purple bonfire, circling it and chanting under his breath. From the waist up, the giant appears humanoid, his muscular chest clad in bronze armor, decorated with flame designs. His arms are completely ripped. Each of his biceps are bigger than Leo. His skin is bronze but sooty with ash. His face is crudely shaped, like a half-finished clay figure, but his eyes glow white, and his hair is matted in shaggy dreadlocks down to his shoulders, braided with bones.

From the waist down, he is even more terrifying. His legs are scaly green, with claws instead of feet — like the forelegs of a dragon. In his hand, Enceladus hold a spear the size of a flagpole. Every so often he dips its tip in the fire, turning the metal molten red.

"Okay," Coach Hedge whispers. "Here's the plan —"

Leo elbows him. "You're not charging him alone!"

"Aw, c'mon."

Piper chokes back a sob. "Look." Just visible on the other side of the bonfire is a man tied to a post. His head slumped like he was unconscious, so (Y/n) couldn't make out his face, but Piper doesn't seem to have any doubts. "Dad," she says.

Leo swallows. He wishes this was a Tristan McLean movie. Then Piper's dad would be faking unconsciousness. He'd untie his bonds and knock out the giant with some cleverly hidden anti-giant gas. Heroic music would start to play, and Tristan McLean would make his amazing escape, running away in slow motion while the mountainside exploded behind him.

But this wasn't a movie. Tristan McLean is half dead and about to be eaten. The only people who can stop it — four fashionably dressed teenaged demigods and a megalomaniac goat.

"There's four of us," Hedge whispers urgently. "And only one of him."

"Did you miss the fact that he's thirty feet tall?" Leo asks.

"Okay," Hedge asks. "So you, me, (Y/n), and Jason distract him. Piper sneaks around and frees her dad."

They all look at Jason.

"What?" Jason asks. "I'm not the leader."

"Yes," Piper replies. "you are."

They'd never really talked about it, but no one disagrees, not even Hedge, and not (Y/n), who could've pulled the 'I've been at camp longer' card or the 'I was offered immortality by the gods' card. Coming this far had been a team effort, but when it comes to a life-and-death decision, Leo knew Jason is the one to ask. Even if he has no memory, Jason has a kind of balance to him. He can just tell Jason been in battles before, and he knows how to keep his cool. Leo wasn't exactly the trusting type, but he trusts Jason with his life.

"I hate to say it," Jason sighs, "but Coach Hedge is right. A distraction is Piper's best chance."

Not a good chance, Leo thought. Not even a survivable chance. Just their best chance.

They can't sit there all day and talk about it, though. It has to be close to noon — the giant's deadline — and the ground is still trying to pull them down. Leo's knees had already sunk two inches into the dirt.

Leo looks at the construction equipment and gets a crazy idea. He brings out the little toy he'd made on the climb, and he realizes what it can do — if he's lucky, which he almost never is. "Let's boogie," he says. "Before I come to my senses."

. . .

Piper scrambles along the ridge, trying to keep her head down, while Leo, Jason, (Y/n), and Coach Hedge walk straight into the clearing.

(Y/n) and Jason summon their magic weapons – Jason's coming up as a lance. (Y/n) brandishes her sword over her head and yells, "Giant!" which sounds pretty good and a lot more confident than Leo could've managed. He is thinking more along the lines of "We are pathetic ants! Don't kill us!"

Enceladus stops chanting at the flames. He turns towards them and grins, revealing fangs like a saber-toothed tiger's.

"Well," the giant rumbles, "What a nice surprise."

(Y/n) doesn't like the sound of that; Leo's hand closes on his windup gadget. He steps sideways, edging his way towards the bulldozer.

Coach Hedge shouts. "Let the movie star go, you big ugly cupcake! Or I'm gonna plant my hoof right up you –"

"Coach," Jason deadpans. "Shut up."

Enceladus roars with laughter. "I've forgotten how funny satyrs are. When we rule the world, I think I'll keep your kind around. You can entertain me while I eat all the other mortals."

"Is that a compliment?" Hedge frowns at Leo. "I don't think that was a compliment."

Enceladus opens his mouth wide, and his teeth begin to glow.

"Scatter!" Leo yells.

Jason, (Y/n), and Hedge dive to the left as the giant blows fire — a furnace blast so hot even Festus would've been jealous. Leo dodges behind the bulldozer, winds up his homemade device, and drops it into the driver's seat. Then he runs to the right, heading for the tree harvester.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Jason and (Y/n) rise in unison and charge the giant. Coach Hedge rips off his canary yellow jacket, which is now on fire, and bleats angrily. "I liked that outfit!" Then he raises his club and charges, too.

Before they can get very far, Enceladus slams his spear against the ground. The entire mountain shakes.

The shockwave sends Leo sprawling. He blinks, momentarily stunned. Through a haze of grassfire and bitter smoke, he sees (Y/n) and Jason staggering to their feet on the other side of the clearing. Coach Hedge was knocked out cold. He'd fallen forward and hit his head on a log. His furry hindquarters sticking straight up, with his canary yellow pants around his knees — a view Leo really doesn't need.

The giant bellows, "I see you, Piper McLean!" He turns and blows fire at a line of bushes to Leo's right. Piper runs into the clearing like a flushed quail, the underbrush burning behind her.

Enceladus laughs. "I'm happy you've arrived. And you brought me my prizes!"

Leo's gut twists. This is the moment Piper had warned them about. They'd played right into Enceladus's hands.

The giant must've read Leo's expression, because he laughs even louder. "That's right, son of Hephaestus. I didn't expect you all to stay alive this long, but it doesn't matter. By bringing you here, Piper McLean has sealed the deal. If she betrays you, I'm as good as my word. She can take her father and go. What do I care about a movie star?"

Leo can see Piper's dad more clearly now. He wears a ragged dress shirt and torn slacks. His bare feet are caked with mud. He isn't completely unconscious, because he lifts his head and groans — yep, Tristan McLean all right. Leo had seen that face in enough movies. But he has a nasty cut down the side of his face, and he looks thin and sickly — not heroic at all.

"Dad!" Piper yells.

Mr. McLean blinks, trying to focus. "Pipes . . .? Where . . ."

Piper dares her dagger and faces Enceladus. "Let him go!"

"Of course, dear," the giant rumbles. "Swear your loyalty to me, and we have no problem. Only these others must die."

Piper looks back and forth between Leo and her dad.

"He'll kill you," Leo warns. "Don't trust him!"

"Oh, come now," Enceladus bellows. "You know I was born to fight Athena herself? Mother Gaea made each of us giants with a specific purpose, designed to fight and destroy a particular god. I was Athena's nemesis, the anti-Athena, you might say. Compared to some of my brethren – I am small! But I am clever. And I keep my bargain with you, Piper McLean. It's part of my plan!"

(Y/n) is on her feet now, sword ready; but before she can act, Enceladus roars — a call so loud it echoes down the valley and is probably heard all the way to San Francisco.

At the edge of the woods, half a dozen ogre-like creatures rise up. Leo realizes with nauseating certainty that they hadn't simply been hiding there. They'd risen straight out of the earth.

The ogres shuffle forward. They are small compared to Enceladus, about seven feet tall. Each one of them has six arms — one pair in the regular spot, then an extra pair sprouting out the top of their shoulders, and another set shooting from the sides of their rib cages. They wear only ragged leather loincloths, and even across the clearing, Leo can smell them. Six guys who never bathe, with six armpits each. Leo decides if he survives this day, he'd have to take a three-hour shower just to forget the stench.

"What the hell are those?" (Y/n) asks.

Piper's blade reflects the purple light of the bonfire. "Gegenees."

"In English?" Leo questions.

"The Earthborn," Piper replies. "Six-armed giants who fought Jason — the first Jason."

"Very good, my dear!" Enceladus sounds delighted. "They used to live on a miserable place in Greece called Bear Mountain. Mount Diablo is much nicer! They are lesser children of Mother Earth, but they serve their purpose. They're good with construction equipment —"

"Vroom, vroom!" one of the Earthborn bellows, and the others take up the chant, each moving his six hands as though driving a car, as if it were some kind of weird religious ritual. "Vroom, vroom!"

"Yes, thank you, boys," Enceladus says. "They also have a score to settle with heroes. Especially anyone named Jason."

"Yay-son!" the Earthborn screams. They all pick up clumps of earth, which solidify in their hands, turning to nasty pointed stones. "Where Yay- son? Kill Yay-son!"

Enceladus smiles. "You see, Piper, you have a choice. Save your father, or ah, try to save your friends and face certain death."

Piper steps forward, her eyes blazing with such rage, even the Earthborn back away. She radiates power and beauty, but it has nothing to do with her clothes or makeup. "You will not take the people I love," she says. "None of them." Her words ripple across the clearing with such force, the Earthborn mutter, "Okay, okay, sorry," and begin to retreat.

"Stand your ground, fools!" Enceladus bellows. He snarls at Piper. "This is why we wanted you alive, my dear. You could have been so useful to us. But as you wish. Earthborn! I will show you Jason."

Leo's heart sinks, but the giant doesn't point to Jason. He points to the other side of the bonfire, where Tristan McLean hangs helpless and half-conscious.

"There is Jason," Enceladus says with pleasure. "Tear him apart!"

The biggest surprise: one look from Jason, and all four of them know the game plan. When had that happened, that they can read each other so well?

(Y/n) and Jason charge Enceladus, while Piper rushes towards her father, and Leo dashes for the tree harvester, which stood between Mr. McLean and the Earthborn.

(Y/n)'s instincts kick in, and her gut tells her she'd dueled opponents almost this big before. Size and strength equaled slowness, so (Y/n) just has to be quicker – pace herself, wear out her opponent, and avoid getting smashes or flame-broiled.

(Y/n) rolls away from the giant's first spear thrust and jabs Enceladus in the ankle. Jason's javelin manages to pierce the giant's hyde on the other ankle, and golden ichor – the blood of immortals – trickle down the giant's clawed feet.

Enceladus bellows in pain and blasts (Y/n) with fire. She scrambles away, rolling behind the giant, and strikes again behind his knee.

It goes on like that for seconds, minutes — it was hard to judge. (Y/n) hears combat across the clearing — construction equipment grinding, fire roaring, monsters shouting, and rocks smashing into metal. She hears Leo and Piper yelling defiantly, which meant they were still alive. (Y/n) tries not to think about it. She can't afford to get distracted.

Enceladus's spear misses her by a millimeter. (Y/n) keeps dodging, but the ground stuck to her feet. Gaea is getting stronger, and the giant is getting faster. Enceladus might be slow, but he isn't dumb. He begins anticipating (Y/n)'s and Jason's moves, and they're attacks are only annoying him, making him more enraged.

"I'm not some minor monster," Enceladus bellows. "I am a giant, born to destroy gods! You're little toothpick can't hurt me!"

Neither (Y/n) or Jason waste energy replying. Jason is already tired. The ground clings to his feet, making him feel like he weighed an extra hundred pounds. The air is full of smoke that burned his lungs. Fires roars around him, stoked by the winds, and the temperature is approaching the heat of an oven.

Jason raises his javelin to block the giant's next strike — a big mistake. Don't fight force with force, a voice chides him — the wolf Lupa, who'd told him that long ago. He manages to deflect the spear, but it grazes his shoulder, and his arm goes numb. He backs up, almost tripping over a burning log. He has to delay — to keep the giant's attention fixed on him while his friends deal with the Earthborn and rescue Piper's dad. He can't fail. He retreats, trying to lure the giant to the edge of the clearing. Enceladus can sense his weariness. The giant smiles, baring his fangs.

"The mighty Jason Grace," he taunts. "Yes, we know about you, son of Jupiter. The one who led the assault on Mount Othrys. The one who single-handedly slew the Titan Krios and toppled the black throne."

Jason's mind reels. He doesn't know these names, yet they makes his skin tingle, as if his body remembers the pain his mind doesn't.

"What are you talking about?" he asks. He realizes his mistake when Enceladus breathes fire.

Distracted, Jason moves too slowly. The blast misses him, but heat blisters his back. He slams into the ground, his clothes smoldering. He is blinded from ash and smoke, choking as he tries to breathe.

He scrambles back as the giant's spear cleaves the ground between his feet.

Jason manages to stand.

(Y/n) moves in front of Jason, and Jason can feel the power radiating off her.

"Ah, the sea god's brat!" Enceladus bellows.

"Piece of shit," (Y/n) replies, and she charges the giant on her own.

Jason can only watch, his body dragging with exhaustion, as (Y/n) advances on the giant.

A lake about fifty feet to (Y/n)'s right explodes, dousing the bonfire, and putting it out, making the clearing darker, and suddenly, Leo, Jason, and Piper feel a strength wash over them as water laps at their shoes.

(Y/n) dodges the first strike, and then stabs the giant in the kneecap, and then jumps off her sword, ripping it out of the giant's knee and scrambles up and stabs him in the ear.

Enceladus lets out a roar so loud, it distracts Piper from her dad. She stares at (Y/n) atop the giant's shoulder, watching as (Y/n) stabs her sword into his neck.

Jason takes a deep breath and charges.

Enceladus shakes (Y/n) off and she rolls, landing on her feet, though she staggers with the momentum.

Jason fakes a strike and rolls between the giant's legs. He comes up quickly, thrusting with all his might, ready to stab the giant in the small of his back, but Enceladus anticipates the trick. He steps aside with too much speed and agility for a giant, as if the earth is helping him move.

He sweeps his spear sideways, meets Jason's javelin – and with a snap like a shotgun blast, the golden weapon shatters.

The force knocks (Y/n) off her feet and squeezes the breath out of her chest.

When she regains her focus, she and Jason are sitting side by side at the rim of a crater. Enceladus stands at the other side, staggering and confused. The javelin's destruction had released so much energy, it had blasted a perfect cone-shaped pit thirty feet deep, fusing the dirt and rock into a slick glassy substance.

Neither Jason or (Y/n) are sure how they'd survived, but their clothes are steaming. Both demigods are out of energy, and Tsunami had skittered across the clearing at Leo's feet.

Both demigods try to get to their feet, but their legs are like lead. Enceladus blinks at the destruction and laughs, "Impressive! Unfortunately, those were your last tricks, demigods.

Enceladus leaps the crater in a single bound, planting his feet on either sides of the demigods. The giant raises his spear, its tip hovering six feet over (Y/n)'s chest.

"And now," Enceladus laughs, "my first sacrifices to Gaea!"

. . .

Time seems to slow down, which was really frustrating since (Y/n) still can't move. She feels herself sinking into the earth like the ground is a waterbed – comfortable, urging her to relax.

(Y/n) can't feel her arms. She can see the tip of the spear coming towards her chest in slow motion. She knows she should move, but she can't. Funny, she thinks. All that effort to stay alive, and then, boom. I'll just lie here helplessly while a fire-breathing giant impales me.

Leo's voice yells, "Heads up!"

A large black metal wedge slammed into Enceladus with a massive thunk! The giant toppled over and slid into the pit.

"Jason, (Y/n), get up!" Piper calls. Her voice energizes (Y/n), shaking her out of her stupor. She sits up, her head groggy, while Piper grabs her under his arms and hauls her to his feet. And then Leo grabs Jason.

"Don't die on me," Piper orders. "You are not dying on me."

"Yes, ma'am." (Y/n) feels light-headed, but Piper is about the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. Her hair is smoldering, and her face is smudged with soot. She has a cut on her arm, her dress is torn, and she is missing a boot. Beautiful.

(Y/n) looks down in the crater and sees Enceladus struggling to rise, an ax blade the size of a washing machine stuck in his breastplate.

Amazingly, the giant manages to pull the ax blade free. He yells in pain and the mountain trembles. Golden ichor soaked the front of his armor, but Enceladus stands.

Shakily, he bends down and retrieves his spear.

"Good try." The giant winced. "But I cannot be beaten."

As they watch, the giant's armor mends itself, and the ichor stops flowing. Even the cuts on his dragon-scale legs, which Jason and (Y/n) had worked so hard to make, are now just pale scars.

Leo curses. "What is it with this guy? Die, already!"

"My fate is preordained," Enceladus says. "Giants cannot be killed by gods or heroes."

"Only by both," Jason says. The giant's smile falters, and Jason sees in his eyes something like fear. "It's true, isn't it? Gods and demigods have to work together to kill you."

"You will not live long enough to try!" The giant starts stumbling up the crater's slope, slipping on the glassy sides.

"Anyone have a god handy?" Leo asks.

Jason's heart fills with dread. He looks at the giant below them, struggling to get out of the pit, and he knows what has to happen. "Leo," he says, "if you've got a rope in that tool belt, get it ready." He leaps at the giant with no weapon but his bare hands.

"Enceladus!" Piper yells. "Look behind you!"

It's an obvious trick, but her voice is so compelling, even Jason buys it. The giant says, "What?" and turns like there is an enormous spider on his back.

Jason tackles his legs at just the right moment. The giant loses his balance. Enceladus slams into the crater and slides to the bottom. While he tries to rise, Jason puts his arms around the giant's neck. When Enceladus struggles to his feet, Jason is riding his shoulders.

"Get off!" Enceladus screams. He tries to grab Jason's legs, but Jason scrambles around, squirming and climbing over the giant's hair.

Father, Jason thought. If I've ever done anything good, anything you approved of, help me now I offer my own life — just save my friends.

Suddenly he can smell the metallic scent of a storm. Darkness swallows the sun. The giant freezes, sensing it too.

Jason says to his friends, "Hit the deck!"

And every hair on his head stands straight up.

Crack!

Lightning surges through Jason's body, straight through Enceladus, and into the ground. The giant's back stiffens, and Jason is thrown clear. When he regains his bearings, he is slipping down the side of the crater, and the crater is cracking open. The lightning bolt had split the mountain itself. The earth rumbles and tears apart, and Enceladus's legs slide into the chasm. He claws helplessly at the glassy sides of the pit, and just for a moment manages to hold on to the edge, his hands trembling.

He fixes Jason with a look of hatred. "You've won nothing, boy. My brothers are rising, and they are ten times as strong as I. We will destroy the gods at their roots! You will die, and Olympus will die with —"

The giant loses his grip and falls into the crevice.

The earth shakes. Jason falls toward the rift.

"Grab hold!" Leo yells.

Jason's feet are at the edge of the chasm when he grabs the rope, and Leo, (Y/n), and Piper pull him up.

They stand together, exhausted and terrified, as the chasm closes like an angry mouth. The ground stops pulling at their feet.

For now, Gaea is gone.

Word Count: 8931 words

#piper mclean x reader #piper mclean x jackson reader #percy jackson x sister reader

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Hi hello

I was wondering if I could request a Morticia x f!reader story?

Both Morticia and Reader are teachers at Nevermore. While Morticia is quite popular amongs the students Reader is not. The unpopularity gets into readers head and Morticia (because she loves reader) shows reader that reader is amazing, gorgeous and all that.

So just some cute smut with maybe a slight dom Morticia? Honestly I’ll be happy with anything your amazing mind comes up with.

Thank you and have a wonderful day <3

Maybe I’m just terrible 18+

*Authors note~ back with the morticia fic again. I just hope I capture her character well enough <3*

Trigger warnings~ worship kink, soft dom m sub r oral

Prompt~see ask^^^^

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Teaching at Nevermore was certainly exceptional. You taught the exceptional so it really was to be expected, but what wasn’t expected was for you to be quite so unpopular. Truthfully, you didn’t know quite why you were so unpopular with the students but you knew they would rant and rave about Morticia Addams. The potion teacher was understandably gorgeous, her pale skin reminding you of when moonlight hits the lake at night and her long raven hair shaping her face like the night sky does with the moon. Yeah it was safe to say you could see the appeal. But it didn’t mean that it hurt any less being the unliked one.

It began to affect you when nothing changed a few months later. You got to know Morticia in that time, truly she was magnificent and you were happy to call her a friend, but she began to notice how you’d get sad in the halls when students greeted her and not you, or when you heard how well her class treated her and not you and when she overheard a conversation between two students about you her heart broke.

They didn’t know you, that much was clear. But to her you may as well as hung the stars, sun and moon in the sky. The thought of you feeling so low and insecure about yourself bothered her to no end. Now she’s very affectionate so she began to formulate a plan to make you feel some sort of better. Learning of your little crush from the students, she knew just what to do.

Morticia had asked you to come to her room for a chat, you truly had no idea what for. Your classes had been murder all day, all you wanted to go back to your room and drown your sorrows in a nice bottle of red wine. Yet you couldn’t ignore her request so you made your way to her room. When you arrived you were met with her sat on the edge of her bed, the floor length dress draping on the floor as her neckline plunged into her milky breasts.

“mon chéri” she practically purred at you, the sexy French accent only adding more to her list of why she’s perfect, “come here darling.” Instantly, your feet abiding by her command as you came to stand in front of her. “You’re beautiful” she murmured seemingly lost in her own thoughts only to be broken from them with a snort from you, “yeah right” you muttered dejectedly. Hands came to cup your cheeks, “absolutely gorgeous, stunning, inside and out jolie fille.”

A few stray tears leaked from your eyes at her words, maybe it was due to the fact you handing herd them before or maybe the sincerity in her voice, you didn’t know. “Don’t cry mon chéri, I mean every word of it. And I’d very much like to show you just how much I truly mean it” she murmured as the pads of her thumbs wiped the tears away. A sweet kiss placed to your lips had you crumbling into her embrace. “Can I show you just how much I adore you?”

With a quick nod and mumble of please Morticia set straight to the task at hand, stripping her dress off her body to make movements easier. You had an article of clothing removed before she bestowed kisses on the now exposed skin. She was showering you with so many compliments that truly you felt like you were the most beautiful girl in the world. By the time you were fully naked you were in tears. “Oh baby. Don’t cry love it’s okay, you’re so beautiful. Let me make you feel good mon chéri?”

Once you’d consented mortica set to work ensuring one thing, that you’d feel good. She didn’t mind about herself, she just wanted you to see yourself how she saw you. Her tongue lapped at your folds ever so gently at first and she worked you to the edge, her hands coming up to roll the pert buds of your breath between her thumbs and forefingers. “Please” you whimpered and she knew you were close. “If you wanna come Mon chéri then you need to say one simple thing. I’m beautiful inside and out. Can you say that baby? For me?” She purred and you couldn’t help but buck your hips into her face and whimper the phrase before falling into the blissful pools of pleasure, morticia moaning at the taste of her reward. “Such a good girl” she murmured pulling away to see how beautiful you looked with your hair splayed all over her pillows and breathing all irregular. Oh yes, you truly were a sight to the beholder.

That night you spent cuddled onto Morticia is you cried and vented over how insignificant you felt and she held you though it all. Once you calmed down she informed you that she’d be taking you, her beautiful girl on a date. Maybe it’s a good thing you’d paled in comparison to her because now you’d be together.

Word count~ 962

#anon answered #fanfic #morticia x reader #morticia smut #morticia frump #morticia addams #morticia x reader smut #anon requested #anon request #Tish Addams #wednesday netflix

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raspberryjars · 1 year

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It’s You.

word count: 2,621

summary: hobie’s on the subway when he sees the most beautiful guy he’s ever laid eyes on. unfortunately he doesn’t get his number, name, or even to talk to him. but, what if they met again?

tags: miles morales x hobie brown, miles morales & gwen stacy, hobie brown & gwen stacy, no powers au, subway meet-cute, but also introduced by a friend, they’re all around 20

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@spo0kypigeon @not-gifted-but-burned-out

Just his luck really.

Alas, not the end of the world really. Plenty of lookers in New York, he’d probably forget about this guy by tomorrow.

Shockingly, he did not in fact forget the stranger. The guy had plagued his mind for bloody days since the train. And it really didn’t help that all his New York friends were busy until later in the week, so his only distraction was walking ‘round the city. Which actually made it worse since he’d realised that this mystery lad probably lived around here, meaning they might run into each other, however slim the chances may be.

If he was being honest with himself the guy probably hadn’t even noticed him, too caught up in whoever he was texting. And if he had noticed him, he’d probably been a little weirded out by the staring punk on the tube. Or he had noticed and hadn’t given it a second thought because, to be honest, most people probably don’t think about random strangers for days on end do they?

So, whilst he had nothing better to do other than sit around waiting for Gwen to be free or thinking about this train-guy. He’d taken to walking around the city, up and down streets, round and round subway stations, through alleys and side streets, pretty much anywhere that looked interesting. Just listening to the streets was cool enough. What people were doing, where they were going, what people were wearing was cool too.

But the main thing that was on his mind, obviously, was train-guy. Whether he liked it or not the guy had wormed his way in and taken over. His days were full of thoughts of warm brown eyes and tight curly hair. Bluetooth headphones and nose rings showed up everywhere he went, and he even had to talk himself out of piercing the other side of his nose so he could buy himself one too.

He was fucking obsessed with this guy and he was never going to see him. Ever.

(23:57) FROM: Gwendy

hey hobes. free tmrw if u wanna do smthn, lmk.

miles might be there too btw.

miss u.

Fucking finally. It felt like years since he’d arrived on American soil, and even longer since he’d seen Gwen. Seeing her would absolutely take his mind off the mysterious train-guy. He could tell her all about it and she’d laugh, call him stupid and then he’d forget. And god knows it was time he met Miles. He’d heard practically everything about the guy but hadn’t seen or met him somehow, be good to finally put a face to a name.

(00:02) TO: Gwendy

yeah sounds good

c u tmrw does 3 work 4 u?

miss u 2 luv x

He heard Gwen’s reply ping on his phone but he ignored it in favour of staring at the ceiling of his mate’s mate’s spare room. Finally his boring as shit week would be improved. And just as he drifted into sleep he wondered about what Gwen’s hair might look like and if she knew any boys with dark brown curls.

He slowly blinked open his eyes to the same ceiling he’d fallen asleep too, and groaned loudly as he wiped his eyes of sleep. God he hated waking up, it didn’t matter what time it was, you could wake him up at 8 at night and he’d still complain about not sleeping enough.

He rolled over and grabbed his phone from where he’d left it last night, checking his messages with Gwen. Three did work for her, and she can’t wait to see him. He glanced at the time.

Ten-thirty-two, not too bad. He could probably sleep a bit more before he had to get ready. Just to be safe he told Gwen to call him at two, and once he knew that she would, he turned back over and went to sleep once again.

He woke with a start to the fucking annoying ring of an iPhone, Gwen had remembered to call.

“Hey Gwendy, what’s new?” He croaked, voice cracking harshly with sleep.

“Nothing really, what about you dude?”

“Not much, I should prob’ly start getting ready, yeah? I’ll see ya soon love.”

“Yeah see you soon man.” Then she must’ve hung up because the line went dead.

He groaned again and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Thinking about what he should wear as he walked to the bathroom. He had his jeans, probably a safe choice, then he’d have to find a shirt, and just his battle jacket should be fine, it’d been a hot week.

He picked up his toothbrush and squeezed out a blob of paste before rinsing it with water. To be honest he could probably just ditch a jacket all together, he thought as he brought his toothbrush to his mouth. Be good to wear it just in case though he decided, rinsing his mouth out as he did so.

He found himself rummaging through his messily packed bag for a shirt, as he’d worn the same one for the last few days. Fucking finally he found one, for some reason he’d brought way too many trousers and the ratio of top to bottoms was way off. He did find some pretty cool tartan pants though, and surprisingly a matching pair of socks. Which with his track record was like spotting a unicorn.

As he finished dressing himself he realised that he should probably ask Gwen exactly what they were going to do and where they were going to go.

(14:18) TO: Gwendy

oi what are we doing 2day

Less than a few seconds later the little bubbles appeared, he liked how fast Gwen replied, practicality and all that.

(14:18) FROM: Gwendy

not too sure.

meet at mine, we can decide later.

see you.

(14:19) TO: Gwendy

c in abit x

Another thing he appreciated about Gwen was that she didn’t give two shits about how he texted, he’d had problems with people before because he was ‘too dry’ or something. He never really understood that, he texted how he texted it didn’t matter how he got his point across as long as he did.

He had a few minutes before he needed to leave to go to Gwen’s, so he grabbed his jacket and headed to the kitchen.

He hadn’t seen much of the guy whose place he was staying at. He probably woke up much later or earlier than himself. It didn’t really matter though, not like he was best friends with the guy. Actually he couldn’t even remember his name.

He grabbed an apple and headed over to the doorway, it always took him awhile to put his boots on, good to not rush and stuff.

So as he laced the top few eyelets back up, he wondered about who this Miles guy would be, probably pretty chill if Gwen's stories were anything to go off. Either way it’d be cool to meet him.

He zipped up his boots finally and stood up, grabbing his bag before he left the flat.

He stood outside the door rummaging through his pants for his headphones for a few seconds before finding them. All coiled up, which meant he had to spend some more seconds detangling them so they were wearable.

Once he had his headphones in and his music blasting, he set off. Walking down to the subway, which of course reminded him of the train-guy. But after today he wouldn’t have to think about him too much, thankfully.

As he descended the steps taking him to the underground he kept thinking about the train-guy. It really was a shame he didn’t get his number, he was really fit. And even if he didn’t like guys or whatever, still would’ve been cool to have more friends around here. Give him more people to see other than Gwen.

Unfortunately though, he didn’t get his number, or say anything to the guy. So as he was sitting on the subway, just a few minutes away from Gwen’s place. He thought about what would’ve happened if he had spoken to the guy.

There was no use thinking about it really, but he’s allowed to do something whilst he waits. Free country and all that lying shit.

Just as he could feel his mind slipping into a tangent of the shithole that is America, the subway screeched to a halt and the doors slid open.

Fucking finally. He pushed himself up off of his seat and out the doors, taking note of all the different people around him, as he walked up the stairs he felt the slight breeze return and as he walked down the road he found himself grateful he’d brought his jacket.

He faced her door after a quick climb of the stairs, ringing her bell and ignoring the awkward stares coming from the old couple shuffling past him on the landing. Thankfully just as it looked like one of them was going to say something to him, Gwen’s door opened and Gwen herself stuck her head out.

“Hobie! Hey dude, come on in, Miles isn’t here yet but he’ll come by later, I missed you man!” She grinned. Her hair was shaved on one side and long and pinkish-blonde on the other.

“Hey Gwendy, missed you too,” He laughed back, “Loving the hair, suits you.”

“Yeah thanks!” She said, opening the door further and ushering him through to her living room.

She had a nice place, blue walls covered in stickers and posters, mismatched furniture with assorted blankets and pillows piled up on each piece, and of course the drums in the corner of the room.

“D’You want anything to eat?” She asked.

“Sure I’ll have anything.” He replied, her whole flat screamed her, little bits of Gwen jumping out at him. It was nice to see, it hadn’t been long since she was crashing at his for weeks at a time because she didn’t have a proper place to call home.

Obviously that wasn’t the case anymore, now he could come and crash at her place if he needed too. He was honestly so glad that she’d gotten all her shit sorted.

“Hey man, hope you’re good with whatever these bar things are, my dad dropped them off the other week.” Gwen said as she walked back through.

“Yeah all good no worries love.”

“I’d ask you what you wanted to do but we should wait for Miles before we decide anything, we can do something here if you want though?” She said as she put the box of peanut bars on the coffee table.

“Yeah sure sounds good, now what exactly is a peanut bar?” Hobie laughed. “Is it like, made of peanuts or is it like peanut flavoured?”

“Fuck knows,” Gwen snorted, “My dad keeps leaving loads of shit like this, I think he’s getting them for free from somewhere.”

“Probably.” He agreed, as he reached for one of the bars. “There’s no way he’s actually buying this stuff as a gift for you.”

“Ha, yeah, you never know with him though. He could be in one of his weird phases. Like that time he only ate soup for, like, 6 months.”

“Shit yeah, or when he only wore orange adidas pants when he wasn’t at work?” He smirked as he took a bite. “It’s not too bad though, I’ll be honest.”

Gwen smiled at him, “Yeah they’re okay.” She seemed to want to say more, but the doorbell buzzed suddenly.

“Miles!” She exclaimed. “Seriously man, you’re gonna love him!”

“Yeah I’m sure I will Gwenny.” She was probably right too, the guy did sound quite cool, graffiti artist, crazy smart, into hip-hop and rap. They’d probably end up pretty good friends after today.

He heard the door open and close and then Gwen’s and what was most-likely Miles’ voice as they walked through to where he was. They’d probably leave Gwen’s, go for a walk or something, maybe he’d ask Miles to show him some cool graffiti stuff if he seemed into it.

And just as he was thinking of other things they could do instead of just sitting around at Gwen’s, not that he was seriously opposed to doing so, he saw Miles walk through the doorway. And holy shit.

His luck was unbelievable. There was just no fucking way. Miles was the train-guy.

The same coiled, brown hair, The same silver nose ring, the same fancy headphones around his neck, and christ, the same stunning brown eyes. As he gave him a once over, marvelling at his incredible luck and silently thanking the universe for this second shot at this beautiful guy, Miles must have recognised him too or something.

His eyebrows raised and he stood a little straighter, fighting back a grin, “Holy shit. I saw you on the subway the other day right?”

Holy shit. The train-guy, well Miles really, had noticed him too. This was absolutely the best day of his very dull week, probably the best day of his fucking life.

“Yeah! I remember, you were texting!” Okay that wasn’t weird at all, tell the guy that you took note of and remembered exactly what he was doing why don’t you? He thought to himself. Thankfully, Miles didn’t acknowledge this slightly creepy statement and just grinned back at him.

“Shit wait, Hobie’s the hot punk you saw on the subway the other day? Man if I’d have known I would’ve set you two up or something.” At Gwen’s words, Miles flushed bright pink. It was actually pretty cute if he was being honest.

But also, he, Hobie Brown, was super hot train-guy’s, hot subway punk? Nevermind, this was absolutely the best day of his life.

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