#A Theifs End

[slut4menig]

Guys my age

Paring: Luke Castellan x Curvy AphroditeFem! reader

Req: hii can you please write a prompt in which Luke is 19 and reader is 16 and he thinks the age gap is too much as doesn’t see her as anything more than the kid he is counselling, but she’s an Aphrodite child so she doesn’t mind the chase, you can make it smut or not iyw!! also do you maybe mind making the reader like chubby/curvy? i love your work!! 🫶🫶 - 💜 Anon

ofc u can be!!! also omg i actually kinda hate this but whatever… hope u enjoy!

Warnings: MDNI, big age gap, cursing, drinking, use of smoking, reader implied to be curvy

Luke Castellan, a 19-year-old at the infamous Camp Half-Blood, stood tall and pretty almost like a loyal dog, and that made it near impossible for anyone to resist his charm, he’d had a go at almost all of the girls at camp half-blood, including all of my beautiful half sisters.

His unruly curly brown hair framed his handsome face, and deep brown eyes, which seemed to look straight into my soul whenever he gave me a task, even something as simple as asking to clean my dorm, held a hint of mystery. A small scar on his upper cheek added an intriguing touch to his otherwise perfect appearance. Luke is the epitome of a golden boy, capturing the hearts and attention of girls of all ages, young and old.

I’m only 16, luke had never dare even batted an eye at me last year but this year, I came back to camp, determined for a chance to stare into those beautiful eyes and have it mean something for him too. Since last year, i’d started to… well develop. My body had formed into a nicer shape, i certainly grew into myself. My chest was definitely a lot bigger, I started using normal bras, no more training ones. My thighs were thick and beautiful, something many men wished to be suffocated with.

“hey gorgeous girl, you’ve certainly grown up” My half sister Silene winked at me, I only ever see her at camp and I was packing my stuff into my bed. I rolled my eyes and huffed at her.

“Silene seriously? i haven’t seen you in a year and that’s the best you’ve got?” I immediately hug the girl as she chuckles quite a bit at my sharp tongue, we all start talking to our other half siblings and that’s when one of them goes

“hey y/n, you do realise you’re now technically old enough to be going to the bonfire party?” my half sister smirked

The bonfire party was tradition, 16 and up campers, it involved heavy amounts of marijuana, alcohol and other illegal shit. It was an excuse for people to get drunk and hook up and deeply regret it the next morning or so i’ve heard. It’s almost like a “back to school” party but instead it’s back to camp. It happens on the one night that Chiron is away and Mr D is in charge, of course, you bribe him with some alcohol and suddenly everyone’s happy.

“yeah uhh i’ll go, we should start getting ready then i guess?” i say, a bit on edge of what’s about to happen.

As i’m getting ready, i’m being handed a black lacy corset top showing off my double d tits extremely well, i look in the mirror and smirk, this is one of those times i KNOW i looks good. I wore a mini skirt along with it, sure i looked like a slut but hey? what can you do?

I enter the Bonfire, the glow of the fire casually illuminating my face in a perfect light. In hand was a red solo cup with… tequila and some other concoction i’ve been handed, i take a sip and spot him. Luke Castellan, my camp counsellor and the man I was practically already on my knees for. He made his way over to me and looked me in the eyes.

“Y/n? wow you look… grown up” His eyes clearly wandered around my tits a lot more than they should’ve, and he almost looked as if he scolded his self for looking but i wanted him to, this whole outfit was for him

“oh yeah? in what way?” i smirked and slightly tilted my head, trying to seduce the boy infront of me

He cleared his throat and came back to eye contact “You’re uh.. you’re taller” no i wasn’t, it was a blatant lie, i hadn’t grown an inch over the year, i knew what he was talking about and smiled to myself about it.

“Let’s play truth or dare!” Luke and I both turn our heads to a very drunken silene who’s perched up on the table, some guy with his arms wrapped around her waist and mouth colliding with her jaw.

And who was anyone to say no to my beautiful sister? Soon everyone found themselves sitting in this circle, bottles of Tequila, Vodka, Whiskey, Jäger and other liquors in the middle of the circle, ready to be there for whoever backed down from a dare.

“Clarisse, truth or dare” An Apollo girl slurred, looking into clarisses eyes from across rhe circle. Clarisse smirked and in return took a sip of her drink.

“Dare” It wasn’t surprising, her choosing dare.

“I dare you, to kiss me” the apollo girl smirked at clarisse, they obviously had tension and clarisse made her way over and kissed her, passionately i might add. The entire circle cheered and cheered.

Clarisse suddenly averted her gaze to me, we’d been friends for a while now whenever I hung out with silene she would be there.

“y/n, truth or dare?” I felt myself nervously stare at her, a group of maybe 25 people waiting on my reply to this one simple question she’d asked. It wasn’t that hard of a question so i gave a simple answer.

“Dare” I wanted to play it safe, truth was too much for me right now, I knew it would end up in me having to tell a huge secret and I just wanted a casual night, nothing too crazy, which was why i was baffled as to what came out of Clarisses mouth next.

“I dare you to spend 7 minutes of heaven with the person you think is the hottest, and don’t try bullshit your way out of this lovebug” Clarisse was obviously feeling happy with herself, she was tipsy as one could be. Actually no, she was just shitfaced.

I felt my body begin to grow weak and i scanned my eyes across the room, except i found one thing. No matter how hard I looked around the room, my eyes were always drawn back to Luke castellan. The man himself.

“uhh luke…” I said, everyone cheered and Luke looked at me a bit confused as to why I’d chosen him. Nevertheless we walked into a secluded spot in the woods.

“Y/n I uh… why’d you pick me?” Luke looked at me as he leaned against a tree and i stood there looking up at him

“why not, they said to pick the hottest person there” I shrugged, trying to come off as nonchalant.

“You do realise you’re far too young for me, sweetheart?” Luke muttered at me in a deepish voice.

“I know but what did three years ever do to anyone?” I smirked, it was time for me to use the powers my mother gave me and capture this boys beautiful heart.

“Y/n i- i was- no! still am, your camp counsellor, you don’t think this is a little weird? you coming onto me.. I mean, you’re hot but” Luke said conflicted with his own thoughts at this point.

“Oh would you shut up castellan I saw you looking at my tits earlier, don’t act like you’re surprised i’m coming onto you” I smirked at him, giving him doe eyes and fluttering my lashes

“you’re such a brat, you know that? you need to shut up, it will get you killed someday, that pretty mouth of yours” Luke furrowed his brows and almost scolded me

“how about you make me shut up?” I wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered this seductively into his ear.

“oh I can think of a few ways” Suddenly I felt Luke’s warm tongue slip into my mouth, his deep kiss sending sparks to my pussy.

he pushes me against a tree, his hands roaming over my body possessively. “Fuck, you're so young and pretty, tell me, you ever fucked anyone?” Luke continued to say as he slipped his hands to the back bit of my corset top

“n-no, i’m all yours” i managed to breathe out, goosebumps trailing over my body from his cold hands unclasing my top.

His hands reach under my bra, feeling my soft skin. He leans in, kissing my neck, my collarbone, as his hands grope my breasts. His hot breath against my skin sends shivers down my spine. “that’s perfect pretty girl, let me take care of you okay?” luke then continued to kiss my forehead and unclasp my bra

He looks up at me, his eyes filled with desire. "You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now," he says, his voice low and husky. He starts to slip his hand up my mini skirt, his hands shaking slightly. “I bet your pussy is so tight and wet...”

i groan at his words, whimpering at the boys touch. “I- do it…”

“I can’t, I can’t ruin something as perfectly innocent as you” Luke looked at me in the eyes, piercing me with his gaze

“i’m less innocent than you think you know” I trailed my hands to unbutton his jeans and i watch his eyes widen

“what did you lie on your book log in elementary school?” he chuckled trying to distract himself from his hard on being revealed

“yknow i hump my pillow most nights wishing it was your dick” i whispered in his ear, i could feel the head flush on his face as his erection was poking into my thigh.

“fuck… pretty girl… that’s so hot, i wanna fuck you senseless, show you what a man is” he collided his lips to my collarbone and sloppily kissed it, his hands making his way to my soaked panties, rubbing it through them

“all soaked for me, pretty?” he looked up at me as i nodded, biting my lip to hold back a moan. I felt him slide my underwear off and crouch down, i felt the warmth of his hot breath against my sticky wet pussy, his tongue beginning to lap it, finding my clit and sucking on it with a pop.

I became a moaning mess, begging for mercy and for luke to continue fucking my hole with his tongue just the way he did. “mmmph~”

His hands spread my thighs wider apart as his mouth works its magic. His tongue swirls around my wet, throbbing flesh, sucking and licking with expertise. I can't help but moan loudly, my fingers tangling in his hair to pull him even closer. “Luke... please...”

He can feel my body shaking with need as he continues to eat me out, his own arousal growing with each moan that escapes my lips. He sucks my clit hard, his fingers sliding inside me, curves up to rub against my G-spot. “Come for me, baby...”

His fingers pump in and out of me in a rhythm that matches his tongue on my swollen bud. The sensations overwhelm me, and I dig my heels into his back, shamelessly bucking against his face as I shatter, screaming out his name. “Luke...Luke...”

As I reach my peak, something inside me breaks. I convulse hard, and suddenly, a rush of liquid gushes out of me, drenching Luke's face. He moans approvingly, lapping up every drop like a thirsty man.

I become red from embarrassment and stare at the man in horror.. “oh my god luke did i- did i just pee on you?” Luke did nothing but grin at me, his wet face glistening in the moonlight

“No baby, it’s called squirting and it was the hottest thing ever” he grabbed my hands away from my face

After cleaning me up with his tongue, Luke gently lifts my legs over his shoulders, positioning himself at my entrance. He looks into my eyes, his own filled with a mix of desire and tenderness. “Okay, beautiful girl, this is going to hurt, but I'll be gentle”

I look up at him, tears welling in my eyes. He smiles softly, "Good girl. It'll start feeling good soon, I promise." He leans down to kiss me, his hips pulling back slightly before pushing in again, deeper this time.

As he continues to move in and out of me, his pace picking up slightly, Luke leans down to take one of my hardened nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. His thumb finds my swollen bud, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. "Luke... oh god, Luke..."

I cry out as my orgasm hits, my vision blurring, my body trembling. Luke doesn't stop, fucking me through my climax, his own need evident in his face. "Fuck, pretty girl, you're so fucking tight right now. I can feel your little pussy squeezing me."

As he thrusts into me, his pace becomes erratic, his breathing heavy. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, Y/n. I don't know where to put it all," he groans, his eyes wild with need. "Where do you want it, huh?"

I gave Luke those oh so beautifully innocent doe eyes he’s currently corrupting, i batter my eyelashes and whimper as i speak

“I want you to do it inside of me luke” Luke’s eyes widen at the prospect but doesn’t have time and gives in.

“You’re lucky i can’t say no to those beautiful eyes of yours baby” With a low growl, Luke buries his face in my neck, his body convulsing as he spills inside me. He jerks his hips against me several times, unloading more and more of his warmth into my inexperienced core. "Oh gods."

He pulls out and we both lay there breathlessly.

“that was a lot more than 7 minutes…” i whisper sheepishly as i catch my breath and put my clothes on

“i’m sorry i had to be your first time… you do know we can’t be together right? i mean you should really be with a guy your age?” Luke refused to look in my eyes as he slipped his boxers on

“but guys my age aren’t… you”

[m0nsterqzzz]

Cat's Out of the Bag La Rue

pairing: Clarisse La Rue x reader

summary: Valentines Day rolls around, and what kind of girlfriend would Clarisse be if she didnt get you the only present you've been wanting?

a/n: i wrote like 5 fucking valentines day fics yesterday (one with natasha, one with wanda, one with clarisse, one with carol danvers, and one with katniss everdeen) yet this is the only one im posting and i kinda hate it. literally the shortest oneshot i've ever written. also, I'm literally a dog person writing about cats. what has life come to?

is this the worst thing i've ever written? yes. do i hate every other piece of written recently cuz im in writers block and haven't updated in like 3 weeks? also yes. im so done yall.

With a baseball cap covering her head, tucking her curls against her head and being the best disguise she could come up with, Clarisse’s eyes dart all around the cab. It zooms through the streets of New York, making the child of Are’s slightly concerned for her and her siblings safety as they get honked out. The man driving seems like he’s barely paying attention to the road, but in the end it doesn’t really matter as long as they get to their destination. 

There are three children in the yellow car; Clarisse, her half brother Mark, and her half sister Ruby. They were the only ones who she could convince to come with her to town, past the safe bounds of camp half blood where nothing but their weapons can stop monsters from hunting and hurting them.

It’d be a lie to say Clarisse isn’t nervous, but she pushes the feeling down as she grips her spear tighter in her left hand. 

This is for you. She’s going into town and risking getting in trouble for the end result of seeing her favorite smile. Your smile. Her partner of one year. It may not seem like a very long time to some people, but you guys are demigods. It’s surprising you made it through the year without being killed by some horrible, ugly monster.

The car stops and the guy counts the large amount of money Mark hands him before telling them to get out of his cab. It may have annoyed the teenagers on any other day, but it doesn’t bother them too much since today is a special day.

“Why are we here?” Ruby asks, eyes scanning the area around them as if sure something is going to jump out at them. In the blonde haired girl's defense, it’s very possible something will.

Clarisse gestures to the small building in front of them. It’s run down and in desperate need of a paint job, but it doesn’t matter. That’s not what grabs the child of Ares attention. It’s the small animals chilling in their little spots inside the store. That’s what she’s here for.

The sign above the small colorful store reads, “Mike’s Animals”. Boring name, but gets the point across. She can already see the little animal she came here for when they walk through the door, the loud bell ringing from the action of opening it but no employee comes to help them. Clarisse lets her siblings stare in awe at the other animals for a few months before shoving towards a section near the back. The kitten section. You had been showing her a website on your phone a few days ago, one with a different selection of the small animals. The website was for Mike’s Animals, but you explained that even though you’d really like a cat, pets aren’t allowed in Camp Half Blood. It’s a rule.

Well you wanna know what Clarisse says about that? Screw rules. What her person want’s, her person gets.

So if the police ever come around, asking you why Clarisse shoved a black and white kitten into her brother's coat pocket and then made a run for it while the store manager chased after them, that’s what you have to say.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

You're laying on your bed reading a book when your girlfriend walks in, a large box covered by a piece of fabric under one arm and a bouquet of flowers in her free hand. She ignores your siblings' gazes as she walks towards your space, setting down the box with a type of gentleness nobody in camp but you gets to see and then holding out the flowers.

They’re your favorite, clearly straight out of the flower fields by the slight glow they give off. They’re wrapped in a brown type of paper with a pink bow clearly down by one of the Aphrodite kids to hold it all together.

“Hey my love.” She starts. “These are for you.” You take the plants with a large grin on your face, bringing them closer to your face to smell the amazing natural scent coming from them. Something moves inside the box she sat on your bed, making you hold in a scream as you jump closer to your girlfriend and farther away from it. “What the hell is moving in that Clarisse?!” You ask, your siblings' attention all over you guys now.

Clarisse just laughs, but she seems slightly nervous as she puts the crate in your lap. “Just look. I hope you like it.” She continues to nervously ramble as you remove the cloth from the top of the box, letting out a small gasp when you see the small animal looking back at you with wide, curious blue eyes.

Your girlfriend stares as you gently pick him up, him instantly curling into your hold with a soft pur as you hold him close to your chest. “You um…you like him?” She asks with a small smile.

“Of course I do! He’s adorable, Risse!” She lets out a relieved sigh, laying down next to you as your siblings surround the bed trying to get a look at the animal. “You know Chiron will never let you keep that right?” One of your brothers asks with a laugh, and you frown as you look at your girlfriend.

She thinks about it for a moment before she says, “We’ll just hide him. He can lounge around the cabin while you’re gone, and you guys can hide him somewhere during cabin checks. Chiron will never know.”

Your siblings eventually leave you alone, going back to their acticicus as your two favorite beings cuddle up to you. Clarisse cuddles up next to your side, and the kitten on your stomach. “I really like you Oreo.” you whisper to the animal, making your girlfriend laugh. “Oreo? That’s the most original thing you could think of right?”

“Okay if you're so great at naming things, what should we name him?”

She goes quiet for a few seconds before mumbling in defeat, “I like Oreo.”

You guys enjoy the silence that surrounds just you guys as you pet Oreo, but then a small laugh comes from you when Clarisse gently grabs the cat and pulls him off your chest so she can lay her head there. “He’s been here for half an hour and you're already jealous?” “He was getting way too touchy. Mine.” She teases and then fakes an annoyed groan when he crawls onto her back and lays down, stretching himself out just to prove a point.

“Will you be my Valentine, my love?” She asks as she places her chin on your chest to look up at you. There's a certain softness in her eyes that you and only you get to see. In fact, it’s very, very rare you ever see the side everyone else talks about when they talk about Clarisse towards you. “You guys just don’t know her like I do.” You tell them. Not like they believe you, half of the camp still believing you somehow put a spell on her.

“Only if you’ll be mine.” You whisper back as if it’s a secret.

“Oh…this is awkward. I already agreed to be like ten other girls date.” Her voice is teasing as she tries and fails not to giggle.

“Is that so?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Hm.” You fake being offended as you cross your arms over your chest and look away. She laughs, and the sound practically forces a smile on your face.

“I’m kidding. Only you, angel. I’m yours. Always.” 

“And I’m yours, Clarisse La Rue.” 

“Always?” 

“And forever.”

There’s a knock on your cabin door, and you figure it’s another camper until a voice calls from the other side of the door, “Clarisse? I know you're in there. Your siblings told me where you went. Cat’s out of the bag La Rue.” Chiron says. Very terrible choice of words. She groans into your stomach, rolling off of you and successfully getting Oreo to jump off her back and onto the bed.

“Those little snitches.” She snarls as she gets up to open the door, making you instantly miss her warmth.

You place the cat under your sweater, giggling and then shoving his face back under when he crawls to put his head through the neck hole. Once she knows he’s covered, Clarisse opens the door. Chirons eyes fall to you, and it’s only then do you think about the fact that there is a giant Oreo shaped lump in your sweater.

All your siblings fall silent as they watch to see what’s gonna happen.

“Mac and cheese day am I right?” You try to joke with a nervous chuckle, but he doesn’t laugh. He just runs a hand over his face and then stares at you. “You know what? I don’t care. You find a way to feed him that isn’t taking resources from us, you make sure he doesn’t do any damage to the furniture, and you keep track of him at all times, you can keep him.”

You grin at him, letting the small animal out of your sweater who in turn lowly hisses at the sight of Chiron.

He groans, walking off as he mumbles something about needing a very long vacation. There's only so much of your girlfriend bending the rules to get you presents he can handle before he was bound to just accept it.

The cinatar leaves, your girlfriend flipping him off when he can’t see. He yells over his shoulder, “I know what you’re doing Clarisse! Stop it or no dessert!” 

She stops flipping him off. Next to you, chocolate cake is what she lives for.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

That night, as you sit with Clarisse at the bonfire, she listens to you complain about how much you miss Oreo. Usually, you’d be too busy roasting marshmallows and cuddling with her to think about anything else, but your girlfriend doesn’t do anything other than smile, happy she made you so happy.

“So how’d you get him anyway? You don’t have that kind of money and there’s no way Chiron gave it to you.” You say, and she freezes in her spot on a log, slightly tightening her arms that are wrapped around your waist as she avoids your eyes.

“I stole him.” Her voice is slightly quieter than usual, and she says this in the most casual tone she can muster.

“CLARISSE LA RUE!”

[sol-niczka]

"No matter how far we have to go"

Saw the Percy Jackson musical a few days ago and I just had to draw this scene from "Try", aka my favorite song which isn't just a bonus track anymore!!!! I dressed the kids up in the clothes the actors wore in the show, and they're sitting in the exact same position as the scene when they sang the song on stage <3

[tltlondonupdates]

I love that every iteration of Percy Jackson makes Chiron a brown horse (even though he has white fur in the books) because he just has brown horse vibes

[fantasticgothicpeachsludge]

Something something Agent Haldwell being from Jennifer’s movie something something probably her love interest something something they probably had weird “you’re coming with me little missy” kind of banter written by weird male writers something something Jennifer changing the misogynistic script something something drowning him in his own piss

[groenendaze]

i always have to bring two pillows when camping - one is mine and one is the designated Finch Pillow (tm). otherwise finch gets sad

[aleeyenn]

GOIKYS AND DRAGONSSSSSSSSSS

[beeneedssleep]

I need Jannick hate fic called "I don't want to be the owner of your fantasy, I just want to be a part of your family" where we see a collection of scenes of Cyprian, and James desperately trying to win Jannick's approval and realizing it will never be enough cause he SUCKS!!

Maybe Marcus too, but I think Marcus was already an adult (and maybe already a steward) when Jannick adopted him.

Please someone write this, cause if no one else does, I'll have to do it, but I'm not a particularly good writer 😭

[littleeliza-lotte]

Round 3 ⚡️

[aaandbackstabbed]

Goldie: we need to unlock this door. Scrooge hand me your credit card

Scrooge,handing it over: here

Goldie, pockets it: thanks. Now, launchpad break down the door.

Scrooge: wha-

[demigods-posts]

Reasons why The Last Day of Summer from The Lightning Thief musical is an amazing song:

1.) “What do you do when it’s up to you to choose: has something ended or begun?”  It’s the end of the book, the musical, but Percy has to decide if this is the end of his story. This line does an amazing job at explaining Percy’s dilemma.

2.) “Do I stay because it’s safer? Back to the home I left behind. I could stay and train for a peace of the action, but what about peace of mind?” In Good Kid, Percy complains that no has ever asked him if he’d like to come around and stay, but in The Last Day of Summer, the camp directors are asking him exactly that - and he doesn’t have answer. Being a year-round camper allows Percy to strengthen his skillset as a demigod so he can better prepare for a world of monsters, but it requires him to sacrifice the chance to lead a somewhat normal life. I find it admirable that even though he has begun to embrace his godly side, he still has a grasp on his humanity. 

3.) “Perry Johannsson, this means you.” I love this gag that Mr. D deliberately choose to say Percy’s name wrong the entire musical, and also the entire five book series. 

4.) “Sometimes, family is worth the trouble. Believe me.” “I guess we both have a choice to make, Seaweed Brain.” I love the contrast between that moment in Killer Quest when Annabeth calls Percy Seaweed Brain in an attempt to insult him versus in The Last Day of Summer when it becomes almost a mockery of their initial rivalry. Here, Annabeth acknowledges their rocky start, but chooses to not let it define the future of their friendship, and I love that for them. Additionally, Annabeth lets her guard down and briefly confides in Percy, which goes to show that she has begun to trust him and, more so, heed his advice. Their friendship is portrayed so beautifully. 

5.) “Tough last day?” I’m really enjoy all of these callbacks we are getting in this song. When Luke ask Percy ‘Tough first day?’ in Their Sign, Luke has yet to decide if Percy will be a threat to his plan to overthrow the gods. Here, Luke knows Percy is a threat and intends on eliminating him.

6.) “You’re the lightning thief.” “The oracle warned you. ‘Betrayed by a friend.’” Percy saying the title of the show, and Luke quoting the line referring to his betrayal >>>>

7.) “I’ll do anything. I don’t care if I hurt anyone. It doesn’t pay to be a good kid, a good kid, a good son.” This line right here forces the listener to empathize with Luke. While we may not agree with the decision he makes, we understand why he makes them: because he was once was where Percy is. 

8.) “Soon, you’ll see what I did.” Throughout the PJO series, we see Percy have resentment toward Luke for good reasons, but when Percy denies the gods offer in 'The Last Olympian', he, in a round-about way, defends Luke. Even as Percy grows older, he understands Luke’s stance toward the gods and the shitty system they created of sending their kids off to do their bidding. Luke was right. In time, Percy would soon see what he did and why he did it.

The Last Day of Summer is such a beautiful song. The callback to previous songs in the musical, Annabeth and Percy becoming good friends, Luke’s reprise of Good Kid, the foreshadowing that Percy will grow up to understand why Luke is doing what he’s doing. Just, everything about it is so amazing!

[justsomerandomfanfic]

What Do I Do With The Pieces Of You? - Rafe Adler X Female Reader

Title: What Do I Do With The Pieces Of You?

Rafe Adler X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Anthony Thomas (OC) and Rafe's parents (Mentioned)

WC: 2,951

Warnings: Death, main character death, wife Reader, post-Uncharted 4 canon events, italics, crying, heartbreak, grief/grieving, sad, angst, very small fluff

The phone rang, cutting through the sound of the TV playing in the background. You didn’t recognize the number at first, and you weren’t really one to answer the phone for any old random number, but you did this time.

"Hello?"

"Am I speaking with Mrs. Adler?" The voice on the other end was formal.

“Yes, this is she," You replied, your fingers tightening around the phone.

"My name is Anthony Thomas. I’m calling on behalf of the executor of Mr. Rafe Adler’s estate."

The air in the room seemed to thin, your heart skipping a dreadful beat. Rafe’s estate? That didn’t make sense. Why would someone be calling you about that?

"I- What is this about?" Your words faltered, the sharp edge of panic creeping into your voice.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, heavy and uncomfortable, "I regret to inform you that Mr. Adler passed away several days ago. His remains were recovered from the wreckage in Madagascar."

You froze, the phone slipping slightly in your hand. It felt like the world tilted on its axis, like gravity had momentarily abandoned you.

"What?" You whispered, your voice trembling. "That’s not… That can’t be right. It couldn’t have been him."

"I understand this is a lot to process," Anthony said, his voice softening slightly. "But I would like to meet with you to discuss Mr. Adler’s will and testament, as well as to hand over some of his belongings that were sent back from Madagascar. I’m located at 42nd Street, downtown. I am free for the rest of the afternoon." You couldn’t speak. Your throat was dry, your chest tight. Rafe was gone? That wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be. "I’m so sorry for your loss, Mrs. Adler. My condolences." Anthony added gently before the line clicked and the call disconnected.

You sat there, frozen, the phone still pressed to your ear, even though the line had long since gone silent. Slowly, your jaw dropped, and your eyes widened in disbelief. The TV droned on in the background, but you couldn’t hear it anymore.

Tears began to roll down your cheeks, warm and relentless, as the reality of the words sank in. Rafe was gone. The thought felt foreign, wrong, and impossible. Your chest ached as a sob clawed its way out of your throat, and you pressed a trembling hand to your mouth to stifle it.

You sat there for what felt like an eternity, the weight of grief sinking into your bones. Numbness wrapped around you like a heavy blanket, suffocating and cold, as you stared blankly at the wall. How could this be real? How could he be gone?

He couldn’t be. He was Rafe. He was Raphael Adler.

He wasn’t gone.

The next thing you knew, you were sitting in a stiff leather chair, the faint smell of paper and sandalwood filling your senses. You didn’t remember getting dressed, let alone the drive over to Anthony’s office. The older man sat behind a heavy oak desk, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as he sorted through a stack of documents with practiced precision.

“And as per the wishes outlined in Mr. Adler’s will,” Anthony's voice finally broke through the haze, “All of his personal belongings, financial assets, and properties are to be transferred to his wife, Mrs. Y/N Adler.” You blinked, but your gaze didn’t leave the spot on the wall you’d been staring at since you arrived. The corner where the paint was slightly chipped. The words barely registered. Anthony paused, glancing at you. Your eyes were puffy and swollen, your cheeks streaked with dried tears. You didn’t speak. You didn’t move. “Mrs. Adler?”

You nodded faintly, though the action felt robotic. “Keep going,” You murmured, your voice hoarse.

He cleared his throat. “That includes the primary residences, all vehicles, and all accounts held in Mr. Adler’s name. Everything now belongs to Mrs. Y/N Adler.”

You remained still, your fingers clasped tightly in your lap. The weight of it all pressed down on you, but it felt distant - like it wasn’t your life being discussed, but someone else’s.

Anthony stood after a moment, moving across the room to retrieve a duffle bag that had been tucked neatly beside a bookshelf. He returned, placing it gently on the desk before you.

“These were among his personal effects recovered from his trip,” He explained.

You rose slowly and reached for the bag. The leather was cold under your fingertips. Anthony’s sympathetic gaze lingered as you cradled it against your chest. “Thank you,” You whispered, barely audible.

He hesitated before speaking again. “There’s one last matter to discuss. Mr. Adler didn’t leave any specific instructions regarding his remains. I wanted to ask if you had any preferences.”

For the first time, your focus shifted. You looked at Anthony, the hint of a bitter smile tugging at your lips. “He told me once he didn’t want to be stuck in a box. Or to be buried in his family lot.” Anthony blinked, his expression softening as though he wasn’t expecting the wry humor, especially with the heartbreak clear in your voice. “Cremation,” You said quietly, your fingers tightening their grip on the duffle bag until your knuckles turned white. “That’s what he would’ve wanted.”

Anthony nodded solemnly, his gaze steady. “Understood. I’ll make the necessary arrangements.” He hesitated, and you could feel his pause in the air, the weight of it pressing against you. “Would you like to see him one last time before the cremation?” He asked, his voice careful, almost reluctant.

The words hit you like a punch to the stomach. You shook your head almost immediately, a sharp, jerky motion. “No,” You murmured, your voice wavering. “If I saw him…” You swallowed hard, your throat tight, you couldn’t finish.

Anthony didn’t press further. “I understand,” He said softly, his tone filled with genuine sympathy.

You nodded, clutching the duffle bag closer to your chest.

~~~

The trip home was a blur of muted colors and passing trees. Uneventful. The world outside your car moved on as though nothing had happened, as though your world hadn’t just shattered into a million irreparable pieces. Your gaze kept drifting to the duffle bag on the passenger seat, its dark leather stark against the white upholstery. It seemed to hold a gravity of its own, pulling your eyes to it every time you hit a red light.

When you finally pulled into the driveway, the house loomed before you. You stepped inside, and the silence struck you like a physical blow. The kind of silence that felt alive, pressing against your ears. The only sound was the faint hum of the TV in one of the living rooms, still playing the same rerun of the show you’d left on earlier. You hadn’t even remembered to turn it off.

You kicked off your shoes at the door, the thunk of them hitting the floor echoing unnaturally in the emptiness. Your jacket slid from your shoulders and landed in a crumpled heap on the floor. You didn’t care. You’d pick everything up later. The duffle bag felt heavier than it should have as you carried it to the couch, setting it down gently as though it might shatter if you weren’t careful. 

You stood there, staring at it for what felt like an eternity. Your hands hung limply at your sides, your arms too heavy to lift. The house felt like a tomb, every corner filled with echoes of him. His laugh in the kitchen, his footsteps in the hall, his voice calling your name… You would never get to touch him, hold him - feel his warmth, feel his love - hear him, kiss him…

He was gone. And there was nothing you could do.

Your knees buckled, and you sank onto the floor beside the couch. Tears spilled over, streaming silently down your cheeks. Your chest ached, a hollow, gaping wound where your heart used to be.

The duffle bag sat there, unmoving, but its presence was suffocating. It held the last pieces of him, the last remnants of a life that no longer existed. And for the first time, the weight of it all hit you fully. He was gone. He wasn’t coming back. You buried your face in your hands, your sobs muffled and broken, the kind of sound that came from the deepest, rawest parts of you. The house, the bag, the silence - it all felt too much, and yet it was all you had left.

As the tears fell, the edges of the room seemed to blur, the grief pulling you into something softer, something quieter. A memory surfaced, as vivid and ethereal as a dream.

You were lying on the couch, Rafe’s arm draped over your waist, his hand warm against your hip. The room was bathed in golden sunlight filtering through sheer curtains, dust motes dancing lazily in the air. His legs were tangled with yours, the weight of him grounding you in a way that felt like home.

~~~

“You’re too warm,” You’d murmured, though you made no effort to move away.

He chuckled softly, the sound low and rich, vibrating against you as he brushed his nose against your scalp. “And yet, here you are. Not moving an inch.” A lazy smile tugged at your lips as you looked up slightly to look at him. His face was so close, his features softened by the light. The sharpness that so often defined him was gone, replaced by something tender, something vulnerable. His fingers traced idle patterns along your arm, sending shivers down your spine. “Stay,” He’d whispered, his voice barely audible. It wasn’t a command, not really. And even if it was, you wouldn’t ever leave. And you had stayed. Hours passed as the two of you existed in that bubble, untouched by the outside world. He told you stories about his childhood - ones that didn’t involve wealth or power, just small, simple moments. You’d laughed until your sides hurt, teased him until he rolled his eyes, and kissed him until he stopped pretending to be annoyed. “I think,” He said at one point, his voice heavy with sleep, “This might be my favorite place to be. Right here. With you.”

You’d turned fully then, resting your forehead against his. His eyes, so often filled with ambition and fire, were soft, “This is my favorite place to be, too. With you.” You whispered, and he’d kissed you, slow and unhurried, as though he had all the time in the world.

~~~

The memory dissolved as quickly as it had come, slipping through your fingers like grains of sand. The warmth of his touch, the softness of his seafoam eyes, the sound of his laugh - it was all gone, leaving only the cold, empty reality of the present.

You opened your eyes, your gaze falling back on the duffle bag. The sunlight that had once bathed the living space now seemed harsh, casting long, jagged shadows. The memory was both a gift and a curse, a reminder of everything you’d had and everything you’d lost. With a trembling hand, you reached out and brushed your fingers over the duffle bag’s surface. It was all you had left of him now. The memories, the love, and this bag filled with the fragments of his life.

Taking a shaky breath, you pushed yourself up off the floor and you sat down, the soft leather sinking under your weight. Your hands hesitated on the zipper, fingers trembling, but eventually, you pulled it open. Inside were notebooks, maps, pictures, and books - everything Rafe had collected on his obsessive hunt for Avery’s treasure. You turned the pages of one notebook, seeing his familiar handwriting scrawled in the margins, the passion and madness alive in every stroke of the pen.

Setting the notebooks aside, your fingers brushed against fabric. You pulled out a few shirts, pants, and then, finally, one of his jackets. Your breath hitched as you clutched it to your chest, tears spilling over once more. His scent - crisp, rich, and woodsy, mixed with a hint of his cologne - lingered faintly on the fabric. Bringing the jacket to your nose, you inhaled deeply, the ache in your chest growing unbearable. Without a second thought, you slipped it on.

As you adjusted the jacket, your gaze fell back to the bag, now nearly empty. You pulled out his keys, and his wallet. The leather was smooth as you opened it, revealing his ID and other cards. Gloomy curiosity piqued, you pulled out something small from one of the side sleeves, revealing an old photo of you and him, creased slightly at the corners from all the time he had probably taken it out to look at it. The sight made you sigh deeply, it was from one of your first dates. The sight of the both of you, together, so happy… You slipped it back inside.

At the very bottom of the duffle, buried under everything else, was an envelope. Your name was written on the front in his unmistakable handwriting. Your breath caught as you carefully picked it up, staring at it before you finally opened it and unfolded the letter inside.

His handwriting filled the page, every word sharp and deliberate, just like him:

Y/N, darling,

I thought I’d write you a letter. Silly, I know. You can tease me about it later. At the time of me writing this, we’re already in Madagascar. I can almost taste it - my treasure. We’re so close I can feel it in my bones. I won’t lie to you. The Drake brothers have been more trouble than I expected, but you know me - I won’t let them stop me. Nothing will.

But that’s not why I’m writing this. I know I don’t say it enough, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry this trip has taken so much longer than I thought it would. I’m sorry for the nights you spent alone, waiting for a call that came too late, or maybe didn’t come at all. You deserve better than that. You’ve always deserved better. I don’t know how you’ve put up with me for so long.

When I get back - when this is done - I’ll stay. For as long as you want. If that means forever, then so be it.

There’s something else. When I was in Italy, I saw this, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. 

I know the look you’re giving this letter right now. That’s exactly why I planned to leave this letter and the gift on your pillow before heading to the office. I thought it might soften you up a little before you start giving me grief for being away so long.

Forgive me?

- R.A.

A sob built in your throat as you shakily set the letter aside. You reached into the duffle bag one last time, fingers brushing against something soft - velvet. Your breath caught as you pulled out a small velvet box and a smaller envelope nestled beside it. The box felt heavy in your hand, though you knew the weight wasn’t from its contents. With painstaking care, you opened it, a fresh wave of tears spilling down your cheeks as you caught sight of what was inside. It was the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. He knew you so well - of course, he’d choose something like this. Something that would take your breath away.

You slipped the ring onto your right ring finger, the fit perfect. The gem in the center sparkled under the dim light, a reflection of his meticulous attention to detail. He knew everything about you - your favorite color, your favorite style. He knew that you would love it.

A shaky sigh escaped your lips as your free hand wiped futilely at your tear-streaked face. For a long moment, you simply stared at the ring, its brilliance catching and refracting the dim light of the room.

When you felt steady enough, you turned your attention to the smaller envelope. Slowly, you opened it, your breath hitching when you saw what was inside. His wedding ring.

It glinted dully against the soft paper, the symbol of a promise, your shared love. Your thumb brushed over the smooth gold. Wordlessly, you slipped his ring on, though it hardly fit around your finger. You made a mental note to find a necklace chain, to wear it close to your heart where it belonged.

The exhaustion became too much, the ache in your chest hollowing you out until there was nothing left to give. You just wanted to sleep now. Slowly, you collected all of his things, putting them back in the duffle. Reaching the letter, you took it into your hands, staring back down at his writing before you raised it and pressed a kiss to the page. You carefully folded it, setting it with the others before you slipped onto the couch, curling up and facing the backrest. The soft cushions pressed against you as you tucked your knees close to your chest.

“Oh, Rafe,” You whispered out to the silence, “Oh, my love, why did you have to go?”

Your eyes fluttered shut, your breathing uneven as you felt the weight of your grief pulling you under. Just before sleep claimed you, you could have sworn you felt it - his arms wrapping around you, strong and steady, holding you close like he always had. A fleeting warmth spread through you, and you sighed softly, your body relaxing as if for a brief, impossible moment, he was there.

And then the world went dark, and you fell into a dreamless, empty sleep.

~~~

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[thornshadowwolf]

I know I've made this post before but: y'all have really got to stop using "it's ugly"/"it sounds bad" as your main (and sometimes only) argument as to why you shouldn't support/watch/listen to/play a show/music/game/whatever made by bigots or abusers. Art is very subjective and the people who are following an artist are doing it because they like that artist's style. When they ask "wait what's wrong with <person>?" answering "their style looks dumb"/"their music sucks" is just gonna make the person asking the question think you're just a hater and they'll keep supporting them. It won't inform them that the person whose art/music they're looking at/listening to is racist or transphobic or a pedophile. (And at worst will make them think that people are lying to discredit the artist when they do finally hear legitimate criticism of them (especially if you are also making things up or digging up years-old dirt that the artist no longer agrees with))

(Because reading comprehension sucks here: this is not saying you can't think ppl's art sucks, nor that you can't say that it sucks. This is specifically about using that as your main or only argument as to why consuming their art is morally wrong.)

[tltlondonupdates]

the composer’s insta

[blonde-fraumell]

*drops this*

I did the digital first. Loved that one better also.

Then i was like hey lemme try on paper too bcuz i am just giggling and kicking my feet about this scene.

clearly i fecked the paper one💀💀 anyways. and i am kinda lazy to finish the second doodle. So. Here. Yup. Not anxious at all, totally fine.

I really loved ur fic and cant wait for more🏃🏃🏃 xndmxjdk Wishing you a lovely day or night!

ELEAN! ELEAN I'M SCREAMING HE'S- SUN- THAT'S EXACTLY HOW I PICTURE HIM

I LITERALLY CAN'T BREATH RIGHT NOW HOLY SHIT

OH MY- I CAN'T- I'M GIGGLING SO HARD MY LUNGS HURT

The digital one- Sun's EYE- the smile! And I love the paper one so much too! How he's just grabbing Reader- GOD YOU'RE INCREDBLE!

I'M SHAKING! This- this is the first time I've received fanart for a fic! and I- am crying so much (literally can't remember the first time I got fanart if ever on a fic)

Honestly still in shock. I really love "Alexa, Play Heather by Conan" and then you just come around and like my ridiculous love square enough to draw THREE masterpieces??? The madness in Sun's eyes and Reader's shock- I WANNA POST THE NEXT CHAPTER NOW DAMNIT

I lovev this so much i'm not fixing my speeling now i just can't I'm too happy

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

writing a fic will have you frantically checking the source material to make sure you got things completely accurate