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polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup · 8 days ago

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pez dispenser update, yay!

I am Very Interested in the direction you're taking izuku here. He seems to have come out the other side of this breakdown going, "no look! I trust you guys! Here, I trust you guys so much! You can know about the severe injuries I had as a child that never got a police report!"

It's funny to read izuku's pov vs aizawa. Izuku is just like, wow this all needs to end so I can get back to being the Normal And Awesome Deku I have turned myself into, and aizawa is like thirty seconds from having his own panic attack at having a few months to turn this kid into a functional human being.

You can truly tell that with how izuku keeps insisting on that he's got this by himself, with no understanding how crazy it is to expect his friends and teachers to back out and let him take over, that he, still, still, STILL has simply 0 faith or expectation that his teacher is driven to help the little kid in izuku that he's buried so deep down there. That an authority figure who isn't all might wants to save him. I want to eat his unthinking, warped by trauma thought patterns, they are delicious.

Kinda touching that midoriya foresaw and tried to avert the all might conversation issue. Rip, dude really tried, but baby izuku is like one of those puddles in flooded old buildings you can find videos of people dropping a rock in -- it doesn't look that deep, but if you tried to put your foot in, you would be getting a whole lot more than your shoe wet.

Yeahhhhhh Izuku’s really not handling it the best.

Izuku genuinely didn’t keep everything a secret all these years because he didn’t trust his friends. It wasn’t that he thought they’d react poorly or hurt him with the information or spread it around or anything like that. This was purely due to his own internal issues around it.

But they’re three years deep into being in the fucking trenches together. And Izuku very much is considered a bedrock of the class. You can see it in their internal monologues—everyone trusts him implicitly. It’s Izuku. If one of them was going through something sensitive or painful, he’d be at the top of the list of people to turn to. For like, the entire class.

And while Izuku isn’t per se aware of the fact that the entire class views him as the best of them, he is painfully aware of the fact that they’ve opened up to him over the years. And that this is making it look like he didn’t tell them a single detail about his life before he came to the school. Which is fair, because he sort of didn’t.

So he’s overcompensating. He doesn’t need privacy because he trusts them so so much and this proves it, right?? They can totally know the sordid details of the past he’s in active crisis over.

He’s scared that he’s going to lose the people who have trusted him over the years because he seemingly didn’t trust them back. But they all trust him so much that they’re more beating themselves up than blaming him.

Todoroki and Mirio were in that scene like “uuuuhhhh you look like you’re a second from a panic attack we can totally give you space if it makes you more comfortable” and Izuku’s in a spiral like Why Would I Need Space I Trust You Both Implicitly Please Ignore The Obvious Distress.

Fundamentally, Izuku has never processed what happened to him as a kid. He didn’t tell them because he wasn’t ready to confront how bad it was back then. It wasn’t about trust. Telling them meant saying aloud what happened. He just wasn’t ready for that.

And from the path canon took, I don’t really see Izuku trusting adults. His childhood did absolutely nothing to make him think teachers would protect him. And for all Aizawa did right, I think this is one bag in canon he legitimately dropped.

I want to be clear—Aizawa was working at a severe disadvantage. He didn’t even have a lot to tell him the problem existed, let alone how to address it. But it’s specifically the Hero Killer Stain Arc that makes me think that Izuku only would trust Aizawa to a certain point.

After the Hero Killer Stain Arc, Aizawa canonically calls out Iida, Todoroki, and Izuku in front of the entire class. He doesn’t mention what it's about, but he makes it very clear that he knows what happened and that he disapproves. And his criticism is specific: In instances where you are out matched, it is better to run and get help. Iida, Midoriya, and Todoroki need to understand that

The thing is that Izuku and Todoroki both considered that as their first option and then correctly deduced that they'd be burying Iida if they did that.

I will actually die on the hill that is that Izuku and Todoroki did everything right when it came to the Hero Killer Stain. Iida caused the problem, but the fact that he made mistakes was the point of that arc for him. But Izuku and Todoroki?

They both reacted perfectly. And if they had done a single thing differently, they'd have two dead bodies.

When Izuku realizes that Iida's in danger, the city is on fire, Nomu are attacking the train, and his supervisor has fucked off to fight monsters attacking the city. He does not have an adult hero who is free to bring with him, and we know for a fact that he did not have time to hesitate or try to find other options, because he arrives the second before Iida dies as-is. When he's on scene, his absolute first instinct is to run. Izuku canonically clocked the fact that he was out matched, evaluated whether he could safely retreat, and realized he’d never be able to get out of there with Iida and Native. He’d have to leave one or both of them to die.

So he asked for help the safest way he could: sending out the mass text and stalling for time. And canonically, he wasn’t hoping a classmate would show up to the fight. He was hoping they’d report it to their supervisors and get him help, which is exactly what multiple of his classmates did.

Todoroki, for his part, correctly clocked that something was wrong with Izuku when he got the message. And he didn’t just fuck off without telling anyone where he was going. He evaluated the situation, realized the city was on fucking fire and there wasn’t a single hero free to go with them, and told the heroes with him that they needed to go to this exact location the first second they could. And he didn’t have a moment to hesitate or figure something else out, because he also showed up at the very last second before Iida took a sword to his spine.

Frankly, Todoroki and Izuku couldn’t have possibly handled the situation better, but they got absolutely shit on in the aftermath. I don’t recall a single adult who told them they did the right thing, except maybe Native. They had the fucking chief of police telling them they were no better than the guy who tried to kill their teenage friend with a sword and their teacher publicly calling them out in front of the class without the benefit of context.

If I was Izuku, I would have walked out of that entire thing having my preexisting distrust of adults affirmed. Like. There isn’t a world where Izuku realistically looks back on his actions and thinks “damn I really should have left Iida die.” He’s not going to change a fucking thing in what he did. Every single time, he’s going to go save his friend. The only realistic take away Izuku could have from Aizawa’s call out was “wow, that guy is not going to have my back if I have to make a tough call. So if I have to make one, then I’m just not going to him for help.”

Which is kind of where we're at in pez right now, and Aizawa's starting to realize it. Don't get me wrong, Izuku trusts Aizawa more than any teacher he ever had growing up. He doesn't think Aizawa is going to be actively malicious to him. But he also doesn't necessarily think Aizawa's going to have his back.

The crux of it is in chapter 4. Tiny Izuku says that Mr. Aizawa is already on Izuku's side, and Izuku's immediate reply is, "I promise you that Mr. Aizawa has never once been on my side." He back pedals fast, clarifies that he thinks Mr. Aizawa is fair and not on anyone's side, but his knee-jerk reaction is undeniable.

And to me? It's because Aizawa genuinely has not been on Izuku's side since he came to UA. And I don't mean Aizawa has been malicious to Izuku. Fundamentally, the issue is that he misdiagnosed the problem.

Aizawa has spent his entire time with Izuku mistakenly believing that the source of Izuku's issues was the same as Bakugou's. He is only now realizing that his issues were more like Shinsou's.

Fundamentally, Aizawa correctly recognized that Izuku's problems came from the fact that he was raised in an unjust system. But he misunderstood what Izuku's position in it was.

Here's what Aizawa knows, from the jump: Izuku and Bakugou came from the same school. Both have very powerful Quirks. Both have obvious issues with the other. Izuku specifically moves and looks like he had a professional trainer, meaning someone invested in his training as a hero. Bakugou talks like someone who's been told his entire life that the sun shines out his ass and never got punished for being a little shit. Izuku's more muted, but he came from the same school. Two kids with powerful quirks? Likely were getting away with the exact same shit.

When you have an unjust system, you have the people running it, the people benefitting from it, and the people being victimized by it. If the teachers at Aldera were letting kids with powerful quirks get away with murder, both Izuku and Bakugou were likely benefitting from that. And it is absolutely vital that Aizawa undoes that damage before they debut.

He doesn't even need to think Izuku, specifically, was abusing his position in this power imbalance. The damage is done from how the teachers at aldera were likely treating him. Teachers that produce kids like Bakugou tell talented, powerful kids that they're special, that they're above the rules, that they've got something so fundamentally important about them that they can get away with more. Even if you don't chose to abuse that narrative in the moment, that's a hell of a formative experience.

They're about to have a ridiculous amount of power. They are about to be in charge of enforcing the rules. And people who are in charge of enforcing the rules and think they're above them turn into Endeavor.

Aizawa's approached Izuku from a sort of tough love perspective from the jump. He didn't cut him an ounce of slack, and it's because he genuinely was trying to do right by Izuku. No, he's not going to get to smash up his body and make himself a hazard. Figure it out, or go home.

He's had plenty of time to learn how to manage his quirk, after all.

With Stain? I don't think Aizawa, if he knew the full circumstances, would genuinely say the right call is to have Iida's fucking funeral. I think he'd agree with the decisions Izuku and todoroki made. But he didn't have all the information, and, fatally, he didn't ask. He assumed.

He's got three powerful, bullheaded students who end up in a back alley in the middle of the night, having all separately ditched the heroes they were supposed to be joined at the fucking hip with. He absolutely thinks that they either planned it together or that, when they realized what Iida did, Todoroki and Iida went after him in secret to try to keep Iida from getting in trouble--and almost got them all killed in the process. There is absolutely no way Aizawa knows that they actually tried to run and get help at every turn.

Aizawa made assumptions. And a big reason why he felt comfortable making those assumptions was because he thought he knew what Izuku's problem was. He thought Izuku, like Bakugou, had been benefitting from teachers turning a blind eye to his misbehavior for years. But the problem was the exact opposite. Teachers had been turning a blind eye to his victimization for years.

He shouldn't have been treating him like Bakugou. He should have been treating him like Shinsou.

Aizawa's trying to correct the damage of past teachers. If they've spent years telling Izuku he's god's gift to mankind and it doesn't matter what he does because he's a hero and that makes up for it, Aizawa needs to hold him to the fucking rules. He needs him to understand that he's not special, he's not the main character, he's not intrinsically better or more important or above the rules in some magically important way. He doesn't want to hear excuses. He doesn't want to know why this time it was different. Izuku needs to understand that he has to live by the rules too, because he's going to be in charge of enforcing them soon.

But if they've spent years telling him he's worthless, that people can hurt him and it's okay, that he can never, ever expect help from them because he's not worth it? Then fuck, Aizawa needed to do the opposite. He needed the same end result, don't get me wrong--an understanding that the system equally applies to everyone--but he needs to make Izuku believe that the system will protect him again. That Aizawa will protect him. And Aizawa's combing over every fucking interaction they've ever had, and realizing that he hasn't done that, because he spent all his time trying to correct a problem that didn't exist.

I think Aizawa's been beating his head against the problem that is Midoriya Izuku for the past three years. Because Izuku's a hard-worker. He is brilliant. He is a natural leader. He is the fucking cornerstone of the class. He is shining so bright that it's going to kill him, because Aizawa knows how to recognize a star that's burning out.

For three years, Aizawa has tried and failed to get Izuku to realize he can and should ask for help. And he has failed because he thought the problem was that Izuku didn't think he needed help, when the problem was actually that he thought no one would give it to him.

In this last chapter, Izuku finally said aloud the reason behind the core issue Aizawa’s had with him his entire time at UA: Growing up, he thought that there was literally one man on the planet who would care enough to save him. He was the most hero-obsessed boy Aizawa’s ever met, and he thought All Might was the only hero alive he could count on to care if he lived or died.

There it is. The exact answer about every scrap of self destructive behavior that Aizawa’s been trying and failing to remedy for years. Why the fuck would he ask for help when he needs it? He’s spent his entire life living in a world where people wouldn’t piss on him if he were on fire. Aizawa needed every day of those three years to reverse that kind of damage, and he’s out of fucking time.

Aizawa is legitimately terrified that he fucked up and that it's going to kill Izuku.

Izuku’s Quirklessness is the missing piece of the puzzle that makes everything fall into place—which is why he’s so pissed at All Might for not telling him. Aizawa’s actually kicking himself for not noticing the obvious discrepancies in Izuku’s past. The fact that he grew up with a powerful Quirk was the factor that made him return to the same incorrect conclusion again and again. There were enough hints that he feels guilty for not figuring it out anyway, but if he had known about Izuku’s Quirklessness from the start? He would have figured it out in seconds.

Now that he knows, Aizawa’s changed how he handles Izuku. He doesn’t let there be a single doubt about what he’s doing or why. He makes Izuku explain himself, so that way there’s no more miscommunications around what he means. He makes sure to compliment him whenever he does something right—he’s trying to change courses, but he’s panicking that it’s too little, too late.

And now he’s got this goddamn criminal investigation that Izuku wants to bury, and it’s killing him. Because that’s his student, and he was hurt horribly. And his student just cannot comprehend why Aizawa cannot let it go.

And then there’s All Might.

All Might’s conversation with baby Izuku, for me, forecloses the possibility that explaining OfA is a solution here.

All Might really went in and knocked it out of the park with the best possible attempt at convincing Tiny Izuku that he’s himself. He immediately failed, albeit, but he honestly couldn’t have done better.

There he is, Izuku’s lifelong hero. And he’s there to say the things Izuku’s spent his whole life wanting to hear. All Might met him, and Izuku inspired him. He reminded him of himself when he was young. He thought he could be a hero. He was so impressed he offered to personally mentor Izuku.

And he loved him. Believe you are him, because I loved you too much to ever let anyone take you from me. There is a fundamental flaw in your theory that simply no one cared enough to notice or stop him, because I love you with all of me. I would have noticed. I would have saved you.

If there is absolutely anything that could have convinced Tiny Izuku, it would be that. This isn’t about quality of the explanation. There’s an internal issue that needs to be fixed before Tiny Izuku will believe any of this.

And I think Izuku recognizes this, on a level. As much as he and Tiny Izuku clash, Izuku gets him. He can typically predict Tiny Izuku’s exact responses to things.

But he’s never approached Tiny Izuku like someone he can explain this to. He’s spent this entire time trying to cheat code his way out of this situation. He wants Mr. Aizawa to erase him or to go find the Quirk user and find away to negate the Quirk. He’s never actually even considered explaining this all to himself as a solution.

Because he knows that there’s some kind of fundamental impossibility about it. Even if he can’t say exactly what it is, he knows that there’s an internal issue that means he’s not going to be able to just tell Tiny Izuku the truth.

Voice of God, he is dead fucking right about Tiny Izuku not buying OfA and being liable to tell everyone out of spite. Tiny Izuku would have that shit on the news.

Fundamentally, Izuku is aware that there is a deeper problem driving Tiny Izuku. He knows that it’s not about the quality of the explanation. There is something deeply, profoundly wrong because of what happened to him that makes him absolutely unable to accept that Izuku is him.

But Izuku has never known how to solve the mental wounds his childhood left him with. He still has them himself. He’s been burying them for years, and he can’t anymore.

When action opens in pez, Izuku himself is not okay. He’s just… bleeding internally. He knows how to hurt in ways people can’t see. But you can see how much his childhood is still bothering him in his defense of Mirio. He has never been able to let go of what happened to him. The wounds never healed.

And he doesn’t know how to go to these people he loves and tell them that what they’re trying fundamentally will fail, because he knows he’s been hiding this fucking shipwreck of his own mental health for the past three years but they don’t have a fucking clue at the scale of the problem.

At the end of the day, All Might went in there because he wanted to save Izuku. And Izuku told him not to because he cannot imagine himself being saved.

#pez dispenser debris #a lot of people in the comments were like ‘the only thing to do is to explain OFA they can’t get around it’ tiny Izuku WILL HAVE that shit #on the fucking news.#it’s not about the quality of the explanation #to me the late bloomer thing is the best explanation they could have #like it is /absolutely fucking bonkers/ to claim that his personal hero all might passed him a seemingly immutable genetic trait #‘our hero all might gave me his eye color or like. his kidney function. no not his kidney just how it worked.’ like that’s insane #for me AfO and OfA are fundamentally different beasts than a copy quirk like monomas #monoma is a very selective shape shifter. he alters his own physical structure briefly to match someone else #afo and OfA are permanently alterations to /other peoples bodies/ which is a huge step farther than what m #what people originally thought quirks capable of #tiny Izuku’s only vaguely aware of afo and doesn’t have enough data to contemplate if OfA would be possible but would sound so fake to him #right now. it’s not about the quality of the explanation it’s something else that’s making him reject this #at least with late bloomers there’s precedence and it sort of fits with the idea that Izuku seemingly has multiple quirks #it’s vaguely been referenced in a few places but there’s a lot of people in quirk sciences who have noticed Izuku’s breaking rules with his #quirk and are asking to like. study him. Izuku’s started to sweat because of it #but the prevailing theory is that he’s the next step in evolution. some scientists would swear up and down that Izuku’s the start of the #next boom. him being a late bloomer would be easily assimilated into that theory. people are going to get quirks later and stronger now.#it’s possible that new mutations will be introduced to the population #Izuku’s fucking /sweating/ because monoma went around talking about how he has a stockpile quirk and he knows that his quirk breaks the #fundamental rules of stockpiling quirks. he’s terrified it’s going to get back to someone who realizes that and starts making noise about #him having a new mutation. he doesn’t have a new mutation. he has a mutation that went extinct at the dawn of quirks and is only preserved #through OfA.

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toasttt11 · 2 months ago

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letters

July 10, 2023

“Mars?” Will called out as he walked up the stairs to Mary’s bedroom holding a package for her, he knocked on the door that was cracked open and he slowly walked inside and saw Mary not in her bedroom but the bathroom door was closed.

Will walked to her desk heading to set the package down and he set it down and his hand hit her notebook making it fall off the desk and he quickly kneeled down grabbing all the papers that fell out of the notebook.

He paused seeing a letter with the University of Michigan on it and quickly opened it and read it realizing Mary got accepted and because of her academics, he looked at the rest of the papers that fell out of the notebooks and in the notebooks realizing they were all college acceptances letter.

Will was in shock, he had no idea Mary even applied to schools as she was offered a place at Boston College and she applied a whole year early and she got accepted to this many without even talking about hockey. She got an acceptance letter from Harvard University.

Why didn’t she tell anyone but why didn’t she tell him?

Will don’t understand this is something to be so proud of, it’s incredible.

Mary walked out of her bathroom drying off her wet hair and tossed her dirty clothes into her hamper and froze seeing Will holding letters, she knew what those were.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Will looked a bit hurt, they use to tell each other absolutely anything, he didn’t understand why she didn’t tell him.

“I didn’t think it really mattered.” Mary weakly shrugged, applying was for her and to prove to herself nothing more, she knew realistically she would end up committing to Boston College so she didn’t see the point of telling anyone about her applications.

“Mary of course it matters, this is incredible.” Will softly spoke giving her a look as he stood up holding the letters, “This is something you should be proud of.” Will told her.

Mary pursed her lips and looked away, “I just didn’t really see the point telling anyone if i picked Boston College anyways.” Mary just shrugged.

“Mars it is awesome and it’s a huge accomplishment you should be able to share that with the family but with me too.” Will walked over and squeezed her hand softly getting her to look back at him.

“I’m sorry.” Mary mumbled apologizing, she didn’t think it was that important but to Will it was and she wouldn’t have hid it if this was how Will reacted.

“No it’s okay, just tell me next things like this next time, your my sister i want to know everything going on.” Will softly asked never wanting to get distance with his little sister especially with them going to be living apart in a month.

“I promise i’ll tell you.” Mary gave him a soft smile and squeezed his hand back.

Will smiled back and nodded before he pulled her into a big, “I’m so proud of you Mars it’s incredible.” Will proudly complimented her, he knows Mary is extremely smart but some times he forgets how smart she is.

Mary smiled to herself as she squeezed him back, “Thank you.”

Mary knew James was right she should have told Will about the acceptance letters before.

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jobean12-blog · 2 years ago

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Heart of Darkness

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Demon AU)

Word Count: 1.089

Summary: The time to run has finally come but you never expected to find the road to your safety paved in darkness.

Author's Note: This is my entry for my lovely friend @witchywithwhiskey writing/moodbard challenege Horror Movie Hoe-athon! Thank you for hosting sweets! 💕I used one of the quotes which I've bolded in the story and on my crappy moodboard lol! This is mostly super soft- I just can't seem to get away from it lately haha. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the awesome @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy🥰

Warnings: some small angst in the beginning but lots of super soft sweetness mostly and flower talk :)

The sun is warm at your back as you approach your cottage, your basket of wildflowers swinging freely from your arm and the sweet aroma of the blooms carried on the breeze.

As you get closer you notice that the door is slightly ajar, and a chill emanates from within, slithering over your skin and stealing it’s warmth. Even though the hairs on the back of your neck stand on edge, you’re pulled forward by a mysterious darkness, tempting and dangerous in it’s allure.

With tentative steps you move forward, pressing your shaky fingers to the door to push it open. The darkness instantly surrounds you and the chill seeps into your bones. Your mouth opens in a scream but it’s silenced by the cold press of a hand to your mouth.

Deliberate and steady steps have your back to the wall before you can register more than the large form in front of you and as your eyes adjust you can make out the silhouette of a man.

The darkness slowly starts to dissipate and a soft silvery glow fills the room, it’s light gradually revealing what holds you captive inch by inch.

His long, curved horns frame a face with eyes so blue they shine brighter than anything else in the room, and his wings, huge and black, circle around you as a voice, rich like silk, fills your ears.

“Do not scream,” he whispers as he gently removes his hand from your mouth.

Your lips tremble and his eyes drop to follow the movement, his thumb brushing over their outline before he cups your cheek.

“You are not safe,” he states. “You must come with me.”

You can’t find your voice, the terror of what he is overwhelming your senses and your eyes squeeze shut as you drop your chin, silently willing away this nightmare.

“Please,” he begs.

Your breathing becomes ragged and you can feel the scream bubbling up in your chest but then you feel something unexpected, something…oddly soothing.

Your eyes open slowly, lashes wet with unshed tears and you let out a shuddering breath.

“I…I don’t understand.”

He leans closer and his tail continues to wind itself gracefully along your body, the sinuous movements mesmerizing you. You relax into his touch, a feeling of safety overcoming your initial fear.

“I need you to come with me Angel.”

Your eyes fall when you feel the edge of his tail graze the swell of your breasts, the strong appendage moving higher and higher. He pulls you against him, his body a wall of muscle pressed to your soft skin.

“We don’t have much time,” he warns.

“But...who are you…how do I know…”

Your words die on your parted lips as he dips his head, running his nose along the column of your neck with a deep inhale.

“I’ll protect you,” he murmurs, soft and cool lips brushing the shell of your ear.

You shiver in his arms, falling harder under his spell.

“How do I know I can trust you?” you whisper, wavering between the urge to try and flee or fall deeper.

“Even Hell has it’s heroes…and the thing that hunts you is far worse than I.”

His words send a skitter of fear down your spine, different from how you originally felt in his presence and it causes your breath to catch.

“Where will you take me?” you ask, feeling your body become more pliant the longer you’re in his arms.

“Far away from here where you’ll be safe,” he promises. “And there will be plenty of flowers for you to pick and land for you to wander.”

His lips are feather light as they slide from your ear and down along your jaw, hovering just above yours before he whispers, “but…there is a price.”

Your gaze meets his and you fight hard for release, pulling back slightly but finding it impossible to look away. He sees the war in your eyes and the tip of his tail settles just under your chin, bringing your lips back to his before he murmurs, “you’ll belong to me…”

Your eyelashes kiss your cheeks and you let out sigh, the feel of his lips making your body melt into his.

“Forever Angel.”

~Several months later~

The scene before you is awash with vibrant colors and the air is filled with scents of renewal. Beneath the shady canopy of a majestic old tree, the dappled sunlight filters through tender green leaves, casting playful shadows across your skin as his fingertips dance lazily along your curves.

“When can I open my eyes?” he asks, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“I’m almost done,” you tell him, your fingers moving gently through the dew-covered grass in search of another flower.

His long fingers continue their wandering, every so often sliding beneath your skirt and causing you to giggle.

“James…” you admonish lightly. “I’ll never finish if you keep that up!”

He pouts, shifting his huge, dark wings, a stark contrast against the explosion of radiant color surrounding you, and waits.

“There,” you sigh, adjusting one last flower before you hold up your work. “Open your eyes.”

Blue eyes that match the color in the sky above open.

“Angel,” he croons as his face lights up. “It’s beautiful.”

You carefully lift the flower crown and place it between his horns, tending to anything out of place until it sits just perfectly atop his head. The bright blooms are a rainbow of color against his dark hair and you can’t help your wide grin.

“I think I like this one best,” you decide.

“You always say that Angel,” he teases as he pulls you into his embrace.

You rest your head on his chest, closing your eyes and breathing him in.

“You and the flowers are my favorite things.”

He tightens his grip, your name a whisper on his lips.

“You spoil me with your beautiful things. I don’t deserve them.”

With a soft kiss to his skin you sit up, straddling his waist and taking his face in your hands. Your fingertips lovingly trace along his jaw and then higher to each of his horns before they drop to his wings and you let the silky feathers slide between your hands.

“I love you James…for exactly who you are.”

He wraps you in his arms and buries his face in your neck. “As dark as I am, I will always find enough light to adore you to pieces, with all of my pieces. I love you Angel.”

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jaggededges123 · 1 year ago

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a little bit of tridentariicest for @dmsr-art 🥰

“I can still eat you, like this, look—as many times as you want, baby.”

“Ianthe, not funny,” Corona wails, piteously, but she doesn’t even try to stop you as your bloodstained hands tug at her white trousers with the golden trim—you leave the royal purple jacket, for now. “You have his eyes, and you could have had mine!”

“Who cares about Babs,” you soothe, taking in the buttery-golden curls that appear as you pull her trousers and underwear off one leg over her boot, leaving it hanging as you settle between her thick, gorgeous thighs. “Don’t mention him, dear—you need to stay with me, and not as a myriad-long battery.”

You reach out with your fingers, which feel like they are buzzing with the energy of a thousand thanergic stars, and you touch her, sliding your fingers gently down her slit. She spreads her legs wider for you, obliging and sweet even as she cries. She’s wet.

Of course she’s wet, she’s her and you’re you. Even in her upset, there was really no other outcome.

“Sister,” she cries, and again your heart half-breaks because if only she was capable of understanding. You usually understand each other, when she is capable of it, but her brain is not on the same level as yours. This would be easier if it were. “I can’t believe you. We could have been—forever—”

“Shhhh,” you hush. “I need you, darling Corona. Don’t mention it again.”

And you dive in as she gives a pathetic “Is that even true?” that gets cut through with a moan, because she really cannot help it.

You know every inch of her juicy pussy, each out-of-the-way sensitive spot, and the motions she likes a partner to take with their tongue. You knew it first before anyone else, and you still know it best. No one can ever take that away from you—you will always know your older twin sister better than anyone else, love her more than anyone else, do what it takes to keep her more than anyone else.

As you lap at with her with your tongue, making circles around that flushed, pretty clit and pressing your nose into her pubic hair, you take two fingers soaked in his blood and press them inside her. She hiccups loudly, and her hand comes to grip at your limp pale strands of hair, which is more than encouraging. It’s working.

You crook your fingers and worry them along the front wall of her channel, and you take her clit to task with the point of your tongue. You consider, for a moment, adjusting the shape of that fleshy protrusion of your mouth moment by moment to show her how focused you are on her pleasure and how skillful a genius you are. It used to be a little hard, doing that—it wouldn’t be hard for you now, the marvel you are.

“Ianthe! Oh, I need you!” she shrieks, her hand gripping in your hair so hard that you can feel some of the follicles letting go—and immediately repairing themselves.

She comes too fast in the end, to make changing the shape of your tongue worth it—a slut for your mouth or your fingers or whatever else you use on her, that’s what she is. You know the moment she falls apart because you can thanergically sense her heartbeat stutter and then race, the cry of her every muscle. It makes you throb deep in your core, hotter than you’ve ever felt in your life.

Her purple-clothed chest starts heaving as she squeezes down on your fingers and trembles on your tongue, and you’re confident for a second that you’ve successfully distracted her from whatever silly romantic fantasies she’s concocted that mask the grim reality and terrible awesomeness of the Lyctoral process. Perhaps she understands now, in that dim, pretty head of hers, that if you were to take her then you wouldn’t have her anymore.

But then an even more hysterical sob breaks on her lips, not quite the sexy kind, and you know that she may never understand it.

You sigh.

#coffeetomb #tridentariicest #ianthe tridentarius #coronabeth tridentarius #thank you so much for prompting me 🥰 this one was so fun for me to use :3 #please also let me know if you'd like me to gift it to you on ao3 when i eventually archive it <3 either way is fine with me!

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howlsofbloodhounds · 9 months ago

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Heya 👋

I was wandering lately how various goops taste like. And here's the question - what do you think liquid determination tastes like?

Because imagine yourself as Killer: this thing always oozes out of everywhere.

°Is this thing thick or sticky, or maybe it could be itchy? Since it literally would turn monster in a goop and you always in contact with it.

°It's in your eyes. Can it affect your field of vision, do your eyes feel dry, or something?

°It's in your throat and nose. Is it affects your breathing and how your sense of smell works?

°It's in your mouth, how does it taste like? Do you swallow it? How it affects your sense of taste?

If this liquid determination is generally irritating and uncomfortable to be in contact with, maybe it have it's part in why Killer doesn't care about his body. He's always in sensory overload, he can't understand anymore what cue means what. Is it just determination in his stomach, that he always swallows, acting up and irritates him more than usual or is he hungry? Is it determination gooped up in his eyes and they are itchy and dry, or he wants to rest and maybe nap for a bit? Imagine yourself to try and sleep when everything is itchy and uncomfortable, when your nose and throat keeps being clogged up by determination and if you don't pay attention you can suffocate on it... And it's on top of hallucinations AND nightmares?

Jeeeeez. Poor dude.

PS: sorry for bad English 💜

Nah, don’t worry, your English is pretty good 💕.

But Gods I love it when people take aspects of Killer’s character/story or even certain ideas and headcanons proposed and then add on to it in a way I never thought of.

But that’s honestly a pretty awesome idea. That his body is just constantly in overload and sending so many blaring signals and alarms in attempt to get Killer’s attention and have the issue fixed, but Killer either isn’t capable of fulfilling the need or fixing the issue (like food), or he tries to fix the issue but there’s so many fucking issues that everything he attempts either doesn’t work because it’s something else entirely or he makes it worse or its just something he can’t fix.

And like its overwhelming and uncomfortable and there’s many other things he needs to do to avoid causing more issues and his body is like punishing him for things he didn’t cause or just can’t/doesn’t know how to fix, that he just does the next best thing and ignores it, shuts down from it, dissociates from it. Nothing ever seems to ease it or satisfy so why bother with it anymore. It’s not his problem, they’re just forced to live with eachother—he and the body.

And if the goop is thick and sticky I sometimes like to imagine that killer’s sockets often just get stuck and crusted shut and so he kinda has to wash his ‘eyes’ with a wet rag or use a warm compress to get rid of all the built up, dried crusted goop just to be able to open his sockets again.

And if the DT leaks from every crevice or crack, id imagine the goop likely not only deeply stains parts of his bones black or caused joints to lock up sometimes—and its most worse, it could even cause his arms, hands, legs, etc to “lock up” or paralyze, even if temporarily. And if the DT has painful or like acidic properties it could cause a lot of pain, irrational and/or discomfort.

{ @awa-the-skeleton }

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halothenthehorns · 5 months ago

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Chapter 2: THIS CHANGES NOTHING

Yes, I am a lying liar McLie pants, I’m so sure you’re all so disappointed in me for breaking my promise and posting early because I can't stop working on this in excitement!

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“I know what this chapter should be called,” Jason said snidely before Thalia could get started. “This won’t change anything because apparently Jason’s pissed off every god better than Percy ever did and he’ll never get his own mind back!”

There was awkward silence for a moment, his frustration at the situation completely understandable, but none of them quite sure of what to do to help him through it.

Alex offered, “well, that’s kind of wordy, maybe tighten it up a bit. This Change’s Nothing! ” He put all the pizzazz and emphasis into that last word he could, with jazz hands, to indicate just how much ‘nothing’ should encompass.

“Fair enough,” Jason couldn’t help a little smile just for Alex’s antics, even if the frustration hadn’t gone anywhere.

JASON II

THE STORM CHURNED INTO A MINIATURE HURRICANE. Funnel clouds snaked toward the skywalk like the tendrils of a monster jellyfish.

“Darn it Percy,” Thalia would have elbowed him if Annabeth wasn’t in the way. Alas, she had to emphasize sarcastic disdain through tone alone. “Can’t you stop dragging your problems into other people’s messes for five minutes!”

“Flying jellyfish would be terrifying though, I’m glad my dad didn’t think up that.” Percy didn’t seem to be listening, his eyes glazed over. “Awesome horror movie idea, but like, can you imagine seeing a cloud coming towards you and then realizing it’s alive!”

“A movie that might actually give us chills,” Annabeth chuckled. She and Percy loved to get their hands on whatever scary movies they could and laugh at how fake it all was.

Kids screamed and ran for the building. The wind snatched away their notebooks, jackets, hats, and backpacks.

Jason skidded across the slick floor.

“Well at least if it snatches up you, you’ll have plenty of material to take notes with and plenty of accessory options,” Alex said as if this were a matter of grave importance.

“I don’t think the best hat and backpack combo is going to help me in this situation,” Jason said deadpan.

“Hasn’t done me wrong yet,” Alex insisted.

Thalia decided to keep going before the two actually started debating the merits of the right outfight being of use, she had a feeling Alex would win.

Leo lost his balance and almost toppled over the railing, but Jason grabbed his jacket and pulled him back.

Alex did in fact seem to consider this a winning point and smirked clear enough for half the ocean to feel his smugness. Jason still wasn’t letting this guy pick out his accessories.

“Thanks, man!” Leo yelled.

“Go, go, go!” said Coach Hedge.

Piper and Dylan were holding the doors open, herding the other kids inside.

“Well, that’s far better than wetting himself and shoving kids aside to flee first,” Nico said, which had been his presumption of this jerk.

Piper’s snowboarding jacket was flapping wildly, her dark hair all in her face. Jason thought she must’ve been freezing, but she looked calm and confident—telling the others it would be okay, encouraging them to keep moving.

“Not the first crazy situation she’s been in I take it,” Will nodded without surprise. He’d been seven and the corner of a bar his mom had been singing in caught fire. Faulty wiring, people insisted later, but looking back now he couldn't help but wonder if it wasn’t partially his fault as someone had jostled his table with half their beer, ruining his picture. He’d sat at his usual table with his coloring book watching people flee and scream advice at each other with a detached sense of calm until his mom hugged him in relief after it was all done as he patted her back and wondered why. The heat of the flames hadn’t scared him.

Jason, Leo, and Coach Hedge ran toward them, but it was like running through quicksand. The wind seemed to fight them, pushing them back.

Magnus shivered, knowing that feeling all too well. Running through snow was just like that, impossible, and usually only done when you needed to escape asap.

Dylan and Piper pushed one more kid inside, then lost their grip on the doors. They slammed shut, closing off the skywalk.

Piper tugged at the handles. Inside, the kids pounded on the glass, but the doors seemed to be stuck.

“Dylan, help!” Piper shouted.

Dylan just stood there with an idiotic grin, his Cowboys jersey rippling in the wind, like he was suddenly enjoying the storm.

“Sorry, Piper,” he said. “I’m done helping.”

“I really wish he meant he was going to call 911 and let the professionals handle this now,” Magnus groaned.

“Pretty sure Hedge is the closest thing they have to a professional there,” Percy sighed.

“That wasn’t comforting in the slightest,” Thalia huffed.

He flicked his wrist, and Piper flew backward, slamming into the doors and sliding to the skywalk deck.

“I bet Piper’s not enjoying the treatment any better than I ever did,” Percy winced in sympathy. He still really hated it when these guys did that!

“Piper!” Jason tried to charge forward, but the wind was against him, and Coach Hedge pushed him back.

“Coach,” Jason said, “let me go!”

“Jason, Leo, stay behind me,” the coach ordered. “This is my fight. I should’ve known that was our monster.”

“Aww,” Annabeth couldn’t help but smile at this brave satyr, her mind flashing to Grover and Thalia and Luke doing the same for her, then wincing at how this could turn out. Percy was the exception to the rule to her that heroics just got people killed, but she wasn’t there, so perhaps Jason’s luck would go better.

“What?” Leo demanded. A rogue worksheet slapped him in the face, but he swatted it away.

“Well now we know this situation is desperate,” Nico chuckled, “he didn’t even check to see if that had the correct answers on it.”

“He would have copied them down wrong,” Percy said a little too knowledgeably.

“What monster?”

The coach’s cap blew off, and sticking up above his curly hair were two bumps—like the knots cartoon characters get when they’re bonked on the head.

At least everybody got a laugh out of Jason’s poor description of horns. It was a nice moment in the sea of frustration still boiling around him, then and now.

Coach Hedge lifted his baseball bat—but it wasn’t a regular bat anymore. Somehow it had changed into a crudely shaped tree-branch club, with twigs and leaves still attached.

Dylan gave him that psycho happy smile. “Oh, come on, Coach. Let the boy attack me! After all, you’re getting too old for this. Isn’t that why they retired you to this stupid school? I’ve been on your team the entire season, and you didn’t even know. You’re losing your nose, grandpa.”

Thalia grimaced in disgust. “We now have some mild confirmation that monsters must smell at least partially close to ‘football team’s worth of sweat.’”

“A body spray I hope never catches on,” Annabeth said, waving her hand under her nose at just the idea of how much that must reek to the poor satyr to cover up a monster so long.

The coach made an angry sound like an animal bleating. “That’s it, cupcake. You’re going down.”

“There you go Percy, his cupcakes are storm flavored,” Thalia told him.

“I can’t wait to try one,” Percy chuckled.

“You think you can protect three half-bloods at once, old man?” Dylan laughed. “Good luck.”

Dylan pointed at Leo, and a funnel cloud materialized around him. Leo flew off the skywalk like he’d been tossed.

The tension in the room was starting to ratchet up a little more with every word Thalia said. The not knowing of all this really getting to them, after Percy’s life had been a series of dark tunnels with vague torches to their own understanding.

Who was this attacking? Was Leo the target and Jason just stumbled across this? They didn’t even have the slimmest bit of comfort that anyone was going to make it out of this alive! For all they knew, this was just a cruel joke by the gods to deliver them a book where every few chapters demigods died on repeat to humble them after Percy’s retinue of wins.

Somehow he managed to twist in midair, and slammed sideways into the canyon wall. He skidded, clawing furiously for any handhold. Finally he grabbed a thin ledge about fifty feet below the skywalk and hung there by his fingertips.

Jason’s hand snatched out on instinct again, wanting to grab his jacket rather than just swishing through sea water. He wasn’t afraid of falling. He could reach as far over as he needed to, or even jump down after Leo and still grab him, he knew he could…

“Help!” he yelled up at them. “Rope, please? Bungee cord? Something?”

Coach Hedge cursed and tossed Jason his club. “I don’t know who you are, kid, but I hope you’re good. Keep that thing busy”—he stabbed a thumb at Dylan—“while I get Leo.”

“Get him how?” Jason demanded. “You going to fly?”

“Not fly. Climb.” Hedge kicked off his shoes, and Jason almost had a coronary. The coach didn’t have any feet. He had hooves—goat’s hooves. Which meant those things on his head, Jason realized, weren’t bumps. They were horns.

“You’re a faun,” Jason said.

“Satyr!” Hedge snapped. “Fauns are Roman. But we’ll talk about that later.”

“Yes please,” Jason sighed, rubbing his temple, but only wishing he had a headache. Nothing of this was still giving him a single moment of experience, understanding, not a glimpse into this situation attaching itself to his memory rather than the other way around of somehow himself being attached to this madness outside of his control. He wanted to just sit around a warm fire and talk about the insane differences with an expert between fauns and satyrs.

But right now Leo was in trouble. The guy seemed like a good friend to the amnesiac plus one, he didn’t deserve to die because some monster was messing with them, so that would all have to wait.

Hedge leaped over the railing. He sailed toward the canyon wall and hit hooves first. He bounded down the cliff with impossible agility, finding footholds no bigger than postage stamps, dodging whirlwinds that tried to attack him as he picked his way toward Leo.

“Isn’t that cute!” Dylan turned toward Jason. “Now it’s your turn, boy.”

Thalia was extremely glad she was the one reading about her little brother about to be tossed into the grand canyon head first. It gave her a grounded sense to read the words herself, help her mind focus on the letters rather than the sickening vision of all that empty space under his feet.

If she was a little green around the edges and taking deep breaths every few sentences, nobody was going to say otherwise.

Jason threw the club. It seemed useless with the winds so strong, but the club flew right at Dylan, even curving when he tried to dodge, and smacked him on the head so hard he fell to his knees.

Jason’s righteous laughter was loudest of all. He was lost and alone and miserable and probably about to get a bunch of random people killed and be on the run for his life, but at least he could manipulate the wind into him having perfect aim!

Piper wasn’t as dazed as she appeared. Her fingers closed around the club when it rolled next to her, but before she could use it, Dylan rose. Blood—golden blood—trickled from his forehead.*

Well this somehow got worse by the moment. He wasn’t even fighting a monster, but a god! Minor or otherwise, it seemed pretty obvious his domain was even going to overlap with Zeus’s! Jupiter’s?! Whatever!

Thalia tried to take a few reassuring breaths that were being less helpful every time. She couldn’t even convince herself this was one of the Anemoi who might have beef with their father and was taking it out on Jason because that really would only go mildly better than if Zeus had sent them himself.

“Nice try, boy.” He glared at Jason. “But you’ll have to do better.”

“I would if I could,” Jason snapped at no one.

Annabeth found it interesting enough to offer, “he’s only calling you boy though. Not your name, let alone your full name like monsters love to do to us, to taunt us.”

“Okay, but if he is there for Leo or Piper then, that doesn't make any of this less weird,” Thalia sighed.

The skywalk shuddered. Hairline fractures appeared in the glass. Inside the museum, kids stopped banging on the doors.

“Smart kids,” Magnus nodded, hoping somebody from that Wilderness school gave them extra credit for this assignment at the very least when all this was done.

They backed away, watching in terror.

Dylan’s body dissolved into smoke, as if his molecules were coming unglued. He had the same face, the same brilliant white smile, but his whole form was suddenly composed of swirling black vapor, his eyes like electrical sparks in a living storm cloud. He sprouted black smoky wings and rose above the skywalk. If angels could be evil, Jason decided, they would look exactly like this.

“You’re a ventus,” Jason said, though he had no idea how he knew that word. “A storm spirit.”

“That's a thing?” Percy asked blankly.

“We call them anemoi thuellai,” Annabeth offered.

“That’s a thing?” Percy asked again in the exact same tone.

Annabeth rolled her eyes in a ‘he’s hopeless’ gesture, but patiently reminded, “Hermes mentioned them, remember.”

“Oh yeah,” he finally nodded, “they helped keep Kronos from invading by air with their cool laser tricks.” Then his face clouded with disappointment why they’d turned evil now, finally on the same track as the others, though Magnus at least gave him a sympathetic nod he was flailing just as much to keep up.

Dylan’s laugh sounded like a tornado tearing off a roof. “I’m glad I waited, demigod. Leo and Piper I’ve known about for weeks. Could’ve killed them at any time. But my mistress said a third was coming—someone special. She’ll reward me greatly for your death!”

“None of the wind spirits are usually depicted as female though,” Will said with interest. “Hopefully this is just a rogue spirit, doing some favor for Hera in revenge against Jason now that he’s surfaced?”

It was far better than the previous scenario, though not by much.

Two more funnel clouds touched down on either side of Dylan and turned into venti—ghostly young men with smoky wings and eyes that flickered with lightning.

There went that hope it was just the one, but Thalia tried to keep some resilience in her voice that everything would turn out fine. These wind pests were fighting a child of the god of storms, Jason would get out of this on instinct alone and then travel to find his home. She believed it so fervently Jason was smiling at the peril to his life growing by the word.

Piper stayed down, pretending to be dazed, her hand still gripping the club. Her face was pale, but she gave Jason a determined look, and he understood the message: Keep their attention. I’ll brain them from behind.

“I hope she’s a daughter of Ares,” Alex said with a fond laugh. “Clarisse is going to get along with this girl great!”

“Whoever her godly parent is, I’m sure they’d be proud,” Annabeth agreed, knowing Piper probably wasn’t one of her half-sisters, but approving of this plan all the same.

Cute, smart, and violent. Jason wished he remembered having her as a girlfriend.

“That just means you might actually act on it faster than I ever bothered,” Percy told him bracingly.

Jason gave a noncommittal shrug. He really didn’t have much interest in dating as of right now. Getting to know someone else’s life had only been a side amusement down Percy’s path while his own remained shrouded in mist. Kissing someone on top of that had no appeal to him as of right now, no matter how pretty the potential girl who might be willing.

He clenched his fists and got ready to charge, but he never got a chance.

Dylan raised his hand, arcs of electricity running between his fingers, and blasted Jason in the chest.

All eight of them winced. In their heads, they knew Jason should be fine. Thalia tossed that around with ease, she’d once struck Percy and he’d shrugged it off. Jason was obviously on their same level.

…but that didn’t stop them wincing in fear all the same. Just because he’d survive the blast didn’t mean it was going to feel great.

Bang! Jason found himself flat on his back. His mouth tasted like burning aluminum foil. He lifted his head and saw that his clothes were smoking. The lightning bolt had gone straight though his body and blasted off his left shoe. His toes were black with soot.

“Hey Thalia-”

“No Percy!” She groaned. She would not be telling him which or even if parts of her body were coated with soot just to soothe his curiosity.

The storm spirits were laughing. The winds raged. Piper was screaming defiantly, but it all sounded tinny and far away.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jason saw Coach Hedge climbing the cliff with Leo on his back. Piper was on her feet, desperately swinging the club to fend off the two extra storm spirits, but they were just toying with her. The club went right through their bodies like they weren’t there. And Dylan, a dark and winged tornado with eyes, loomed over Jason.

This was not going well! The obvious statement was on the tip of all their tongues, felt in the growing tension of Thalia’s voice. Jason was basically fighting three against one right now with no clue what he was doing, and Hedge probably wasn’t going to throw him a magical sword to fix all this any time soon!

Jason started rubbing his tattoo in growing frustration. He just knew if he knew what he was doing he could probably snap his fingers and fix this problem with ease. Yet he’d been caught unaware, helpless as a babe, and somebody might die because of it. It would be his fault.

The weight of it didn’t feel new, more like a jacket he’d shrugged on and felt the familiar warmth of its presence, but he exchanged a look with Percy all the same. The kind of responsibility even your average demi-god never really had to stress about.

“Stop,” Jason croaked. He rose unsteadily to his feet, and he wasn’t sure who was more surprised: him, or the storm spirits.

“How are you alive?” Dylan’s form flickered. “That was enough lightning to kill twenty men!”

“So if he’d thrown enough to kill fifty men, would you have lost both shoes?” Alex asked shrewdly.

“A hundred men, and the poor guy probably would have lost his pants next,” Nico agreed.

“I save the world without pants, that’s a banger of a chapter title,” Magnus laughed.

“You’re lucky you guys don’t have the pleasure to know what it would feel like,” Jason smiled along. It would hurt like a cramp at worst, he knew somehow, but it wasn’t something he’d want done to himself regularly.

“My turn,” Jason said.

He reached in his pocket and pulled out the gold coin. He let his instincts take over, flipping the coin in the air like he’d done it a thousand times. He caught it in his palm, and suddenly he was holding a sword—a wickedly sharp double edged weapon. The ridged grip fit his fingers perfectly, and the whole thing was gold—hilt, handle, and blade.

“Oh!” Jason blurted like someone had changed their mind and actually had thrown that hundred volts of electricity. He jumped to his feet without further ado and took his coin out of his pocket. He gave it a flip.

Instead, he found himself holding a rod of gold seven feet long, with a spear tip at one end crackling with energy at the ready.

“How many weapons can that thing turn into?” Percy sounded as impressed as he was vaguely offended at this range of attacks being presented.

“I, have no idea,” Jason was twirling the spear in his hand with ease, a long arc with the end trailing sparks like a fairy wand, the widest smile on his face any of them had ever seen. He finally felt like something was going right! He gave a few more practice spins, switching it between hands and then thrusting it about with ease, before he gave it a more purposeful flip. It landed back in his palm as a coin.

Then he did it again, and it came out the exact same spear. His smile was still there, but a tad confused as he only shifted its weight around for a moment before repeating the motion. On the third try he did get the mentioned sword and his delighted smile was shared by all.

Yet no matter how many times he flipped it, he either got one or the other.

The motion to flick it about was a natural ease. Somehow, he knew that if he’d ever had need of it in here, if he ever had found himself in danger, he could have done this all along like he was in that stupid useless book. It was just a nice feeling uninterrupted with thousands of questions for a moment to live in that he did have the same skill with this as Percy had shown from the start. Maybe there was hope for him after all.

“Can I see?” Annabeth asked politely.

He only hesitated a moment before handing it over, but there was a hunger for knowledge in those eyes she knew well as she took it and examined it. She wished she had a better answer for him as she weighed it curiously. She gave it a flip.

It came up sword and she held it with ease, though the balance wasn’t right for her, the length longer than she’d casually seen about, it was much heavier than Jason had made it seem, but she examined it all the same. She twisted it this way and that in the faint light. The solid gold was, something else. A sheen of iridescence she swore she’d seen in the attic, once, but when she’d brought the helmet to Chiron he told her that belonged somewhere else and gently taken it away.

A tingling sensation began traveling up her arm from where her fingers were grasping the hilt. It felt insane, but a part of her mind wanted to drop this, fling it away, it didn’t belong to her. She gave it a flip and felt the weight of the coin landing back in her hand, but the sensation didn’t fade until she put it back in Jason’s hand. “It’s not Celestial bronze,” she announced with all the confidence she had. Which was a lot.

“What else is there?” Thalia asked, the same hunger in her brother's eyes, for a new way to kill monsters if anything.

Annabeth shrugged. She really hated not knowing the answer to that.

“That’s pretty cool,” Percy agreed, eyes shifting between Nico and Jason. “Maybe you found a way to forge your own blade somewhere like Nico.”

Jason was studying the coin, wishing he’d carved all the secrets of his life into the rough edges. Percy’s suggestion didn’t feel like the right answer at any rate.

Thalia finally kept reading and he forced himself to pocket it and retake his seat beside her, but he was on the edge now, practically leaning over her shoulder with excitement. It was finally just a piece of himself that he’d gotten back, that nobody had to hold his hand and explain to him.

Dylan snarled and backed up. He looked at his two comrades and yelled, “Well? Kill him!”

There was a cruel, mocking laugh shared by them all next for Dylan probaby wetting himself as he might realize who he was messing with. Of course he’d send his stupid minions to fumble through it and test Jason, wear him out before trying him like a coward.

The other storm spirits didn’t look happy with that order, but they flew at Jason, their fingers crackling with electricity.

Jason swung at the first spirit. His blade passed through it, and the creature’s smoky form disintegrated. The second spirit let loose a bolt of lightning, but Jason’s blade absorbed the charge. Jason stepped in—one quick thrust, and the second storm spirit dissolved into gold powder.

Jason didn’t preen, as Percy had done a few times when he showed off his battle prowess. Instead his face grew more focused, the child like delight slipping off to a stern smile, a warning that someone should try that again at their own peril. Thalia was smiling with pride for her brother more every word. Her fears weren’t gone, but it was a good feeling to be carried away by the wind that this Roman camp he should have been at hadn’t been slacking on their training him at minimum.

Dylan wailed in outrage. He looked down as if expecting his comrades to re-form, but their gold dust remains dispersed in the wind. “Impossible! Who are you, half-blood?”

“His mistress didn’t even warn him who he’d be fighting?” Annabeth scoffed without surprise at this lapse.

“All the better for Jason,” Will reminded sadly, considering anything that was told to Dylan would probably be more than Jason knew himself right now. It would basically just be mocking their poor friend.

Piper was so stunned she dropped her club. “Jason, how … ?”

Then Coach Hedge leaped back onto the skywalk and dumped Leo like a sack of flour.

“That’s gentler than a sack of potatoes at least,” Magnus offered. “Flour could burst out, potatoes can just have the bruised bits cut off.”

“I’m sure Leo appreciates the distinction,” Percy agreed.

“Spirits, fear me!” Hedge bellowed, flexing his short arms. Then he looked around and realized there was only Dylan. “Curse it, boy!” he snapped at Jason. “Didn’t you leave some for me? I like a challenge!”

Leo got to his feet, breathing hard. He looked completely humiliated, his hands bleeding from clawing at the rocks. “Yo, Coach Supergoat, whatever you are—I just fell down the freaking Grand Canyon! Stop asking for challenges!”

“This isn’t about him,” Nico said as if Leo were there in mock reproach.

“I think Jason should throw Hedge at Dylan next, sounds like everybody would get what they wanted out of that,” Percy chuckled.

Dylan hissed at them, but Jason could see fear in his eyes. “You have no idea how many enemies you’ve awakened, half-bloods. My mistress will destroy all demigods. This war you cannot win.”

“Oh there’s another war now is there!” Percy sounded far more irate than Jason thought he had a right to considering this wasn’t threatened at him. “Someone please tell me Krono’s roman version is just female, please!” He clearly knew it was a vain hope before he turned to Annabeth.

She looked at those green eyes and wished she could give him another answer. “He’s called Saturn.”

Percy groaned and flopped back in his seat like a sack of potatoes. They didn’t think the reaction would have been better had he gotten his answer, Kronos wasn’t exactly easy to beat the first time!

Nico pressed his lips tight together to stop himself blurting out who it could have been. Gaea stirs, the ghosts kept whispering, Tartarus itself kept hissing whenever he got too close to the edge. He tried to tell himself he was being ridiculous, some old earth goddess would have no dominion over some wind spirits…but he wasn’t that naive to believe it. All this time he’d been watching Jason and Percy trade silly barbs about being stuck in the same situation had never really been funny to Nico. The truth of why had always been there if he cared to look to long.

Above them, the storm exploded into a full-force gale.

Cracks expanded in the skywalk. Sheets of rain poured down, and Jason had to crouch to keep his balance.

A hole opened in the clouds—a swirling vortex of black and silver.

“The mistress calls me back!” Dylan shouted with glee. “And you, demigod, will come with me!”

He lunged at Jason, but Piper tackled the monster from behind. Even though he was made of smoke, Piper somehow managed to connect. Both of them went sprawling.

“If you don’t want to date her, I know some people who will be happy to have her around,” Thalia told him with pride. Piper was seriously proving herself to be a formidable fighter without a single weapon in this short span of time, an amazing Hunter if she wished for sure would hone that ability to the finest deadly point.

Jason was smiling just for the fact that anybody had done that for him, but it was tinged with sadness too. Piper thought she knew him, obviously thought she was falling in love with him as she tried to save him, and yet he couldn’t return the feeling one bit. He would have done the same for her, to stop that monster taking any of them, but it didn’t mean the same, and he was worried when all this settled down if she’d live to regret it.

Leo, Jason, and the coach surged forward to help, but the spirit screamed with rage. He let loose a torrent that knocked them all backward. Jason and Coach Hedge landed on their butts.

Jason’s sword skidded across the glass.

There was a horribly painful moment as they all realized, that wasn’t Riptide. If that sword went over the edge, Jason wasn’t getting it back by magic. He might be able to call it back to his hand with the winds, but it wasn’t something Thalia had ever practiced at, so she had not a clue how accurate Jason could be with such a skill.

Leo hit the back of his head and curled on his side, dazed and groaning. Piper got the worst of it. She was thrown off Dylan’s back and hit the railing, tumbling over the side until she was hanging by one hand over the abyss.

Jason started toward her, but Dylan screamed, “I’ll settle for this one!”

He grabbed Leo’s arm and began to rise, towing a half conscious Leo below him. The storm spun faster, pulling them upward like a vacuum cleaner.

‘To storm or fire, the world must fall,’ Annabeth started twisting her fingers painfully in her lap at this. Her ideas, her expectations, her fear for people she barely knew as the next great prophecy rang in her ears. Monsters usually only brought tasty treats along with them when they retreated for a snack. She had a feeling that wasn’t what was happening here.

“Help!” Piper yelled. “Somebody!”

Then she slipped, screaming as she fell.

Thalia’s heart gave a sad little thump of surprise, but she’d heard and seen to many girls die to truly be shocked at another. It was depressing to be sure, the girl might have even earned herself a confusing trip to Elysium alone for her heroic deed of sacrificing herself to save Jason. For the first time she, unlike her brother, was abstractly hoping this was a glimpse into his future. Maybe they could save Piper this time if she staked a few hunters on the Grand Canyon to keep an eye on this museum and stop this from happening.

“Jason, go!” Hedge yelled. “Save her!”

“By, chucking himself after her?” Nico sounded personally affronted and very much like he’d hit Hedge if he were present. Jason shouldn’t have to die because the satyr hadn't managed to go after her too!

“I would have,” Percy said quietly. He would have brought the water up to meet them to try and cushion the fall. He’d have stabbed Riptide into the cliff face and held them there until rescue arrived. He would not have just stared at the empty space of where she’d been and not look over. Not again.

But he said it quietly enough that he didn’t mean it towards anyone, just an errant thought from his mouth. It was his fatal flaw, and he couldn’t throw in Jason’s face what that made him if he couldn’t do the same.

The coach launched himself at the spirit with some serious goat fu—lashing out with his hooves, knocking Leo free from the spirit’s grasp. Leo dropped safely to the floor,

“He is going to need some strong ambrosia to heal a concussion at this rate,” Will said in general concern how many times this poor guy had been dropped in the past few minutes.

“I think his curly hair is thick enough to cushion his fall,” Nico rolled his eyes.

but Dylan grappled the coach’s arms instead. Hedge tried to head-butt him, then kicked him and called him a cupcake. They rose into the air, gaining speed. Coach Hedge shouted down once more, “Save her! I got this!” Then the satyr and the storm spirit spiraled into the clouds and disappeared.

“Well, crud.” Alex said in a blank kind of horror. He knew that a satyr being taken wasn’t a good thing, but Percy going off to save Grover had seemed a rare spectacle in the world where they so regularly vanished.

On the other hand, depending on when this took place, if it was after Grover was spreading word about Pan’s passing on, there was a good chance his being kidnapped wouldn’t be taken lightly at least when the Camper’s arrived. They’d at least know Hedge wasn’t no some crazy Pan quest at any rate.

Jason would have been fully prepared to launch himself after Hedge right now to stop it going that far if he didn’t feel the pull, the need to save Piper too. They’d both thrown themselves at Dylan to stop himself being taken away. At least Piper he still had a slim chance of saving…if she was still falling.

Save her? Jason thought. She’s gone!

But again his instincts won. He ran to the railing, thinking, I’m a lunatic, and jumped over the side.

“The best kind of lunatic though!” Percy beamed, reaching behind Thalia to slap him on the back.

“The best kind of praise coming from you,” Jason chuckled peacefully, clearly unconcerned for his impending death. Percy was a hero of the ages, it was a warm sense of pride he hadn’t expected to feel but was delighted to have bestowed upon him to get such a glowing compliment from him.

Thalia wasn’t so pleased. She’d never dream of pulling a stunt like this, and the one time she had, it had been Percy shoving her off that cliff, and only snow and a spur-of-the-moment board had saved them. There was no firm knowledge anywhere that Jason would come out of this alive, and that made her heart truly stutter in fear and anger. She wanted to whirl around and lock Jason into a chokehold he couldn’t escape and make him swear to never do this again…but knew she couldn’t. He was his own person first, and her little brother second. He only had instinct to rely on during all this. Hera had seen to that already when the goddess had seen fit to whisk the toddler away from her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it but live through whatever this was.

Jason wasn’t scared of heights.

Jason put a hand on his sister’s shoulder, hating the way her voice shook during that. It was a grounding feeling they both needed for a moment.

Just because he didn’t share in his sister's fear didn’t make him think he would be immune to being splattered upon impact, his silent reassurance told her.

She nodded her thanks and took another good long breath before forcing herself to read the outcome.

He was scared of being smashed against the canyon floor five hundred feet below.

“We all knew he was the reasonable one of the two of them,” Percy shrugged.

“I’ll show you unreasonable brine breath,” Thalia said without looking up.

Percy mock clutched his throat in fear and stuck his tongue out grotesquely for a moment before laughing, a noise she was so used to laughing along with she didn’t bother to fight it off. It helped too.

He figured he hadn’t accomplished anything except for dying along with Piper, but he tucked in his arms and plummeted headfirst. The sides of the canyon raced past like a film on fast-forward. His face felt like it was peeling off.

In a heartbeat, he caught up with Piper, who was flailing wildly.

“Best roller coaster ever, and I brought my own buddy,” Jason remarked to Percy.

“I’ll allow it, more popcorn to go around,” Percy chuckled.

He tackled her waist and closed his eyes, waiting for death. Piper screamed. The wind whistled in Jason’s ears. He wondered what dying would feel like. He was thinking, probably not so good.

“Let’s make an effort going forward to not find out!” Will tried to say in his best reasonable tone of voice.

“I wouldn’t hold my breath,” Nico shook his head. They’d been dealing with Jason’s life for barely twenty minutes and already it was going as well as Percy’s would.

He wished somehow they could never hit bottom.

Suddenly the wind died. Piper’s scream turned into a strangled gasp. Jason thought they must be dead, but he hadn’t felt any impact.

“J-J-Jason,” Piper managed.

He opened his eyes. They weren’t falling. They were floating in midair, a hundred feet above the river.

“That is so cool!” Percy yelped, pure envy in his voice. “You think I can do that? I can summon hurricanes, maybe with enough wind-”

“Don’t even think about it,” Thalia and Annabeth said at once.

Alex gave Percy a wink, as if promising to push him off of whatever cliff he liked to help him figure it out, but that wasn’t much more encouraging really.

Jason however gave him a friendly smile and nodded it wouldn’t surprise him if Percy could, so at least he had some supportive friends around here while Will, Nico, and Magnus were clearly expecting him to live about five minutes after getting out of here already.

He hugged Piper tight, and she repositioned herself so she was hugging him too. They were nose to nose. Her heart beat so hard, Jason could feel it through her clothes. Her breath smelled like cinnamon. She said, “How did you—”

“I didn’t,” he said. “I think I would know if I could fly…”

But then he thought: I don’t even know who I am.

He imagined going up. Piper yelped as they shot a few feet higher. They weren’t exactly floating, Jason decided. He could feel pressure under his feet like they were balancing at the top of a geyser.

“The air is supporting us,” he said.

Thalia still felt her entire skin crawl with stress and disgust from toes to scalp at the idea of this. She was proud of him, immensely so, but it was not something she intended to practice at any time soon.

“Well, tell it to support us more! Get us out of here!”

Jason looked down. The easiest thing would be to sink gently to the canyon floor. Then he looked up. The rain had stopped. The storm clouds didn’t seem as bad, but they were still rumbling and flashing. There was no guarantee the spirits were gone for good. He had no idea what had happened to Coach Hedge. And he’d left Leo up there, barely conscious.

“We have to help them,” Piper said, as if reading his thoughts. “Can you—”

“Let’s see.” Jason thought Up, and instantly they shot skyward.

“You can fly!” Percy was clearly torn between distress and happiness for himself and Jason here. “Like, you can move through air like I can water!”

“Yeah, sorry Perce, I don’t think enough ocean wind can get you all that,” Jason agreed.

Percy threw his hands up and for all the world looked like someone was trying to drain the godly blood from him one drop at a time in outrage, but it wouldn’t hold as he kept shaking his head and smiling at Jason too for how cool that was for him.

The fact he was riding the winds might’ve been cool under different circumstances, but he was too much in shock.

“That’s fair,” Alex agreed casually. Percy had the same reaction when he first realized he could breathe underwater, he’d felt much the same when he’d started sprouting random animal body parts without understanding why at first. There was just something natural about it to get too worked up over it.

As soon as they landed on the skywalk, they ran to Leo.

Piper turned Leo over, and he groaned. His army coat was soaked from the rain. His curly hair glittered gold from rolling around in monster dust. But at least he wasn’t dead.

“Stupid … ugly … goat,” he muttered.

“What did Hedge do to deserve that?” Percy asked indignantly.

“Used much more goat fu than Leo could I presume,” Alex shrugged.

“Where did he go?” Piper asked.

Leo pointed straight up. “Never came down. Please tell me he didn’t actually save my life.”

“Twice,” Jason said.

Leo groaned even louder. “What happened? The tornado guy, the gold sword … I hit my head. That’s it, right? I’m hallucinating?”

“Not if he saw all that he wasn’t,” Magnus said in pure sympathy. He still half-wished some days this was all his brain playing tricks on him and he’d wake up in the loony-hospital, but those days were long behind him too.

“Besides, Jason would have noticed if Leo was hitting the cactus juice and not sharing,” Percy grinned for a joke the others got in context if not what the heck he was referencing, but at least Annabeth laughed with him and that’s all that seemed to matter to him for the moment.

Jason had forgotten about the sword. He walked over to where it was lying and picked it up. The blade was well balanced. On a hunch he flipped it. Midspin, the sword shrank back into a coin and landed in his palm.

“Yep,” Leo said. “Definitely hallucinating.”

Piper shivered in her rain-soaked clothes. “Jason, those things—”

“Venti,” he said. “Storm spirits.”

“Okay. You acted like … like you’d seen them before. Who are you?”

He shook his head. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. I don’t know.”

“Hopefully Leo will believe you now at least,” Will offered.

“Yeah, getting him to stop trying to convince me I do his chores wasn’t the goal of today, but I’ll take it,” Jason sighed. It was something he hadn’t had at the start at least, which was far more than he could say for any other part of his life. Maybe Piper and Leo actually would decide to be friends with him now that the Mist had been taken away? It would be a nice place to start in this strange world.

The storm dissipated. The other kids from the Wilderness School were staring out the glass doors in horror. Security guards were working on the locks now, but they didn’t seem to be having any luck.

“Coach Hedge said he had to protect three people,” Jason remembered. “I think he meant us.”

“Nah,” Alex scoffed in delight. “Hedge obviously meant Dylan, Isabel, and some other unmentioned kid who wasn’t nearly killed just now! Keep up Jason!”

“I’m trying my best Alex,” Jason chuckled.

“And that thing Dylan turned into …” Piper shuddered. “God, I can’t believe it was hitting on me. He called us... what, demigods?”

Leo lay on his back, staring at the sky. He didn’t seem anxious to get up.

“Mood,” Percy nodded. The amount of times he’d wished he could just lay on the floor and not be forced up were uncountable. He’d rarely gotten them.

“Don’t know what demi means,” he said.

“It means half,” Annabeth offered kindly, to anyone who might have been thinking otherwise.

“Well that’s a relief, all this time I was thinking we were part Demi Lovato,”** Percy smirked.

“Who?” Jason asked blankly.

“Nothing man, an actress,” Percy shrugged.

“But I’m not feeling too godly. You guys feeling godly?”

There was a brittle sound like dry twigs snapping, and the cracks in the skywalk began to widen.

“We need to get off this thing,” Jason said. “Maybe if we—”

“Ohhh-kay,” Leo interrupted. “Look up there and tell me if those are flying horses.”

At first Jason thought Leo had hit his head too hard.

“Really? It was the flying horses that made you finally think that?” Nico asked in surprise.

“Well it couldn’t be the centaur again, then I’d just have an uncanny resemblance to Percy’s life, and a vague one’s more than enough for me,” Jason sighed.

Then he saw a dark shape descending from the east—too slow for a plane, too large for a bird. As it got closer he could see a pair of winged animals—gray, four-legged, exactly like horses —except each one had a twenty-foot wingspan. And they were pulling a brightly painted box with two wheels: a chariot.

“Reinforcements,” he said. “Hedge told me an extraction squad was coming for us.”

“Extraction squad?” Leo struggled to his feet. “That sounds painful.”

“Depends on what they’re extracting,” Thalia frowned with uneasy reproach. She was weary of what kind of welcome her brother would receive from Campers. She would not be pleased if he was glorified as the next savior, or ostracized for being a child of the Big Three. She’d heard more than enough of that happening to Percy and would come in arrow’s flying if it happened to Jason next.

“And where are they extracting us to?” Piper asked.

“She’s the one asking the important questions,” Annabeth approved.

“Glad I saved her life more and more,” Jason agreed.

Jason watched as the chariot landed on the far end of the skywalk. The flying horses tucked in their wings and cantered nervously across the glass, as if they sensed it was near breaking.

“So who’s bright idea was it to land there?” Annabeth said reproachfully, clearly planning a lecture for future rescuers on safe landing pads.

“I’m sure they’ll take the time to introduce themselves calmly to the scared newbies,” Will said gently.

Two teenagers stood in the chariot—a tall blond girl maybe a little older than Jason, and a bulky dude with a shaved head and a face like a pile of bricks. They both wore jeans and orange T-shirts, with shields tossed over their backs.

The girl leaped off before the chariot had even finished moving. She pulled a knife and ran toward Jason’s group while the bulky dude was reining in the horses.

“Where is he?” the girl demanded. Her gray eyes were fierce and a little startling.

“Ummmm,” was the resounding response to that as everybody looked at Annabeth blankly.

She did not get shy. But it took a lot of willpower not to lean nervously into her seat and swallow her own confusion.

This, was not starting out, well. There was the vainest hope it could have been one of her sisters, but only Elia was around her age and never so intense as she was. It didn’t fit.

“Where’s who?” Jason asked.

She frowned like his answer was unacceptable.

“Yep, that’s Annabeth,” Percy confirmed all doubts, but his sense of doom only rose.

He could think of only two people she’d be asking about this intensely, and one of them was dead.

…had his dad stopped that from being his fate next by pulling him in here?

Then she turned to Leo and Piper. “What about Gleeson? Where is your protector, Gleeson Hedge?”

The coach’s first name was Gleeson? Jason might’ve laughed if the morning hadn’t been quite so weird and scary.

“I don't see why,” Magnus said drolly. “He seemed plenty gleeful to me, I’m sure his dad was just as happy.”

“Hardy har,” Jason rolled his eyes.

Gleeson Hedge: football coach, goat man, protector of demigods. Sure. Why not?

Leo cleared his throat. “He got taken by some … tornado things.”

“Venti,” Jason said. “Storm spirits.”

The blond girl arched an eyebrow. “You mean anemoi thuellai? That’s the Greek term. Who are you, and what happened?”

Jason did his best to explain, though it was hard to meet those intense gray eyes. About halfway through the story, the other guy from the chariot came over. He stood there glaring at them, his arms crossed. He had a tattoo of a rainbow on his biceps, which seemed a little unusual.

Alex’s face brightened with interest, and Magnus immediately looked a little more pouty for that reaction, instantly hoping this guy wasn’t going to be around in these adventures much.

Will saw that face and decided against telling Magnus who this was, it probably wouldn’t make him any happier if he was going to be jealous about Butch, child of Iris. He’d arrived at the beginning of the month and Alex hadn’t been the only one with instant interest, though Will hadn’t seen the appeal. He found guys with too much muscle and that much height over him more intimidating than sexy personaly.

When Jason had finished his story, the blond girl didn’t look satisfied. “No, no, no! She told me he would be here. She told me if I came here, I’d find the answer.”

Her dreams, her constant nightmares…Annabeth felt a cold chill that went so deep, ever Percy wrapping his arms around her barely chased it away. They’d been plaguing her every night that Percy was missing. Hera’s vision, her mother’s demands, Percy never shaking her awake to prove it all could be okay…she would have gone mad soon enough she was sure.

But Percy was here now, and she wrapped her arms tight around him back, forcing her breaths to keep coming in and out, feel the warmth of him against her in this dark ocean floor of a prison she’d allowed herself to be trapped in.

“Annabeth,” the bald guy grunted.

Thalia sighed, though nobody was quite surprised, they’d believed Percy’s sense of spotting Annabeth in any situation.

It was just, very disconcerting, and very very fear inducing to have her rushing into this…well like she had when Thalia had last seen her. Desperate, angry at the world. A haunted feel to every motion she made interrogating these guys.

Thalia now had a very good guess what was happening here, and it only angered her more with every word.

Their guess had been wrong. Jason would not be getting his past returned to him like Percy had.

Instead, they were in fact working through what should have happened before Posideon made all this possible.

Gods help them all when they did find out who had taken Percy…but that only left her all the more uneasy of who’d been trying to take Jason just now.

With his memory wiped and someone immediately dipping in to try and abduct him, it seemed reasonable to assume Jason would have been taken to the same place Percy should have been.

Which meant Annabeth had only been a few moments to late, and she was clearly not taking it well as her nails began digging deep into Percy’s hands holding hers.

“Check it out.” He pointed at Jason’s feet.

Jason hadn’t thought much about it, but he was still missing his left shoe, which had been blown off by the lightning. His bare foot felt okay, but it looked like a lump of charcoal.

“The guy with one shoe,” said the bald dude. “He’s the answer.”

“No, Butch,” the girl insisted.

“He can’t be. I was tricked.”

“Um,” Jason scratched awkwardly at the back of his neck. “Sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” Annabeth hated how weak her voice sounded, so she cleared her throat and leaned towards him, meeting his eyes now with a kinder, gentler gray than he’d been picturing moments ago glaring at him. “I know it’s not, you’re not responsible for any of this Jason. Don’t apologize, we will figure out the truth of this and someone will pay for it,” if Percy’s skin hadn’t been impenetrable her nails would have dug up blood by now, “but it won’t be your fault.”

If Thalia or anybody else had tried to convince him of that, he would have just waved it off as them being nice and still guilt tripping for standing there when Percy wasn’t.

But Annabeth would not let him off the hook like that if she didn’t mean it. He nodded his thanks and turned back to the book with a sense of peace he hadn’t been convinced he’d feel again since he realized he wasn’t getting his past back.

She glared at the sky as though it had done something wrong. “What do you want from me?” she screamed. “What have you done with him?”

Percy held her tighter, wanting to be her sky and promise to fix all this, but he might as well have wished his mom would appear with a plate of cookies those fridges just couldn’t fake. For once none of them knew how this was going to end, only that it was going to be a very bumpy ride as the raw pain in her for being abandoned yet again was clear as that blue expanse had been on her face, with no gods to step in and help her this time.

It made her anger, her frustration at herself for having to have help from before finally feel mildly more contemptuous. Better to be weak and get help and have Percy back to have some balance back in her life than, this.

The skywalk shuddered, and the horses whinnied urgently.

“Annabeth,” said the bald dude, Butch, “we gotta leave. Let’s get these three to camp and figure it out there. Those storm spirits might come back.”

She fumed for a moment. “Fine.” She fixed Jason with a resentful look. “We’ll settle this later.”

“She’s never settled for anything less than what she wants,” Percy agreed cheerfully.

“Hopefully that thing isn’t my death right now,” Jason sighed.

Percy opened, this closed his mouth, which was of no comfort.

She turned on her heel and marched toward the chariot.

Piper shook her head. “What’s her problem? What’s going on?”

“Seriously,” Leo agreed.

“We have to get you out of here,” Butch said. “I’ll explain on the way.”

“I’m not going anywhere with her.” Jason gestured toward the blonde. “She looks like she wants to kill me.”

“Most likely she’d just stab you and heal the wound when you prove you don’t know anything,” Nico offered oh so helpfully. “At worst she’d just throw you out of the chariot if she thought you were lying, and we know that wouldn’t do any harm.”

“Thanks Nico,” Annabeth sighed, not bothering to deny any of it, which Jason couldn’t help but be even more uneasy about.

Butch hesitated. “Annabeth’s okay. You gotta cut her some slack. She had a vision telling her to come here, to find a guy with one shoe. That was supposed to be the answer to her problem.”

“What problem?” Piper asked.

“She’s been looking for one of our campers, who’s been missing three days,” Butch said.

“Three days!” Annabeth yelped in protest. “You were gone seven when Artemis stepped in!”

“Three days,” Jason echoed in fascination, a joke he’d picked up on and noticed from the very start of Percy’s adventures. Surely not a coincidence…

“So, if Jason should be at Camp by now, then,” Percy shivered. He was well aware he shouldn't have been in here all this time, this was not Posideon’s court. Oceanus had made it clear this was not his doing, but his grudging help.

So where the hell was he supposed to be while Jason was being carted off to his camp!

“She’s going out of her mind with worry. She hoped he’d be here.”

“Who?” Jason asked.

“Her boyfriend,” Butch said. “A guy named Percy Jackson.”

Jason was not happy to see that the others now shared his miserable feeling of betrayal that this book even existed right now. The promise of the future had been gifted to Rachel! What the heck were they doing hearing all this, when Jason deserved to have his own story told instead of whatever the gods wanted them to hear!? Why was he being punished and deprived by this sick joke rather than given his own answers?

But these were questions without answers, they all knew. Nobody had ever figured out what the gods did, and were rarely lucky to piece together their why’s that existed on whims.

So Thalia handed the book over to Nico for this to continue, because there was nothing else they could do.

PJOHOOPJOHOO

I know Jason’s not a particularly popular character in this fandom, but I wish to illustrate for a brief moment why this boy was my immediate cup of tea.

Amnesia- I’m an entire sucker for this plotline. Yes, strip a character down to their basic self and let them flounder in a strange world putting themselves back together from instinct with brief gaps of memoires, I’ll take a million variations please and thank you.

The Swap- I immediately understood the plot, and I Loved It. There’s More Demigods?! Percy got carted off to that place while we get to follow this strange boy in a familiar place!? Next page!!

Son of Zeus- It was pretty dang obvious from the flying Superman thing we were getting Posideon’s joke a little off kilter about more Big Three kids running around. I was immediately confident Jason was going to run into Percy at the end of this book as some huge reveal and then the next book would be Percy’s adventure leading up to the same moment with said other campers. I did not guess the Thalia’s lost brother reveal, but the noise I made when that was shown later was probably concerning to someone. My Favorite Character from the original series now has a brother?! More Thalia incoming?!?!

His companions just sweetened the deal. Tomboy who turned out to be a child of Aphrodite. Thank you RR for still having my sense of humor.

Leo? Hilarious, dragon, SOLD!

Now, sadly, the books…don’t actually do much with, any of Jason. The amnesia plot is basically dropped after this book!? He never really ruminates on it after this because he got some vague memories back at the end that are never properly addressed!

Rome is used more as a background looming threat and Percy really doesn't get to spend much time there! It’s about as realized as CHB, which really isn’t much when you get down to the day to day of it all much to my ever disappointment.

The Big Three Kids having to all save the world together is utilized all right…minus Thalia! How dare you set me up and break my heart!

Ahem, anyways. I wish there had been more in-fighting considering how much opposites they were built up to be. No offense to Leo, Piper, Hazel, and Frank, but I truly wish these first two book’s had just been solo POV’s too, and then I can understand wanting to branch out on the others, but that’s all besides the point.

I was under utilizing Jason during Percy’s story, but all this blather is just here to tell you we are shifting focus and I’m so thrilled about it!

*The first of many head scratching moments to come where details like this can and will make someone do a double take if you pay attention. Up to this point, only Ares and his brood bled golden blood! Even Antaues, a child of Poseidon and Gaea, had dirt coming out of his wounds! Why are these random wind spirits now bleeding golden blood?! Because.

In all honesty, I rationalize now that alllll of these minor wind spirits must just be that, minor wind gods who derive their power from their father. Not a perfect answer and leaves much mystery in the hierarchy of who bleeds and who gets dusty wounds, but I am kind of holding this plot together by the seat of my pants as is.

**I need you all to know how stupidly funny this joke was to me, because Demi Lavato translates to half-wolf. Percy was almost not wrong about Jason there!

#pjo #hoo #Percy Jackson #Jason Grace #Thalia Grace #Annabeth Chase #percabeth #will solace #nico di angelo #solangelo #alex fierro #magnus chase #fierrochase

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existslikepristin · 2 years ago

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Slightly long installment, but I did this to myself, so whatever

This upcoming week's going to be pretty busy, so the poll is set for a week. I'm guessing that I know the outcome already though, so if I happen get some writing time before the poll closes and yall aren't surprising me, I'll cut it early and go right into the next part

Tags: NSFW, S.M.U.T., genie, futanari, P-in-V sex, handjob

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The most versatile

“Hey, no, that’s cool Anecha,” you make sure to pronounce it correctly this time, “but just to verify, do you want to have sex?”

Anecha blushes bright red. “M-me, master?!”

You look around at all the other people in the room. It’s Joy. Joy is all the other people in the room. “Yeah, you.”

“With you?!”

She could be referring to Joy, but it still feels a little silly. “That was the implication, yes. It’s cool if you don’t want to I guess, I’m just a bit surprised since the whole idea—”

“I would love to, master!”

“Coulda just said that…” you mumble, “Well, awesome! Would you, Anecha, like to have sex with me... now?”

Anecha nods enthusiastically, and stands there, awkwardly fidgeting with her sword. Perhaps that should be put away sooner than later if it’s actually made of lava.

“S-sorry master, I don’t really know what to do now.”

You point inquisitively at her. “So, you’re a virgin?”

She squints. “No?” she says with a suspiciously Australian accent that she hasn’t demonstrated before now. Australian accent or not, you don’t quite understand, but not understanding has come with the territory since last night.

“Okay, well you have a pussy, I assume?”

“Yes master,” she says in a totally non-Australian accent, “as well as a penis.”

You take one more glance at Joy, who is paying absolutely no attention, mumbling down at your phone. “You know what, Anecha? That is excellent news.”

Anecha looks like she might cry from happiness. “Really? That’s okay?”

You place a hand on her knee and glide up her inner thigh. “It’s better than okay,” you say, “Let me show you what I think of it.”

She gasps and gulps when you reach her bikini bottoms. You rub around gently, taking your time to enjoy her tiny, sensitive vocalizations. It’s pretty obvious to your palm that she does, in fact, have a penis in there, though it’s quite small. That explains how you didn’t notice at first, despite the skimpy swimwear… or armor… it’s too skimpy to effectively be either, really, and it’s thin enough that it’s soaked through in seconds by Anecha’s pussy.

You stand up, reangle your hand to get inside the fabric, and give Anecha a kiss. You realize in the moment that you still haven’t kissed Joy yet, or at least not a proper kiss on the lips. But Joy’s weird, and Anecha seems like she’ll be much more interested in that kind of intimacy (an assumption quickly proven when she drops her sword and flings her arms around you in a sudden, heated passion (and not heated literally by the lava katana, thankfully)).

Not only does Anecha lean hard into kissing you back, but she falls quickly into time with your strokes. With the assistance of her hips, those strokes easily dip the tiniest bit into her wet core, before sliding all the way up, dragging that wetness to the tip of her short but solidly hard dick. You note with some amusement that there are no balls in between.

“Master…” she whines adorably, “M-may I have something more?”

You smirk and move around her, curling a finger into her bikini bottom as you do and pulling it down until gravity takes over and deposits it on the floor. Her ass isn’t especially big, but in tandem with her flared hips, it’s a pleasure to behold.

Anecha’s trembling hands follow you around, trying with great effort to stay attached to your body. “Master, are you going to…?”

“If you’re ready,” you confirm.

“Gods, yes,” she whispers.

Slipping between her thighs with the aid of an immense amount of natural lubrication, you press your cock to her pussy, and your entrance is so easy it’s accidental. No really, like you meant to tease her for a few seconds, but you just went right on in. Not that you’re complaining.

You take Anecha’s dick in one hand and cup her still-covered breast with the other. As soon as you do, she hunches down, groaning sweetly.

“Enjoying?” you ask.

She moans her response, “Yes. Yes, master. I-I’m sorry, I think I’m already close.”

“That’s perfect, Anecha. You can let it all out.”

Only a few more seconds pass before Anecha’s pussy tightens around you. “I’m… oooh, master!”

“Hey Joy!” you shout.

Joy looks up from her app tutorial and toward you, “Whassup, mast—?”

As you had hoped, Anecha’s first spurt of cum hits Joy just below the eye. Joy flinches back and blinks in surprise, then another spurt catches the tip of her nose.

Options:

Tell Joy to join you. Anecha surely won’t be satisfied with one orgasm.

Actually, you’re good now. See if you can put Anecha back in the app.

Wish for a camera to take a picture of Joy’s face… or actually, just take your phone back.

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ask-the-royal-absol · 1 year ago

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There was a loud, childish gasp as Ondorus immediately bolted his way towards Destino. His eyes glimmered with excitement, as he observed all around the specimen. "!!!Aaaaa, you look so fluffy and cool and awesome and blue and, and--".

Whoa there buddy. The little celestial Eevee had to take a quick breather, as it would seem he couldn't contain his immediate admiration. It may either be because he is intrigued by the sight of an Absol or is just simply particularly interested in Dark types.

Nevertheless...

Before he could say anything, he took notice of something. Something that he couldn't jelp but ask and point out. "Oh, mister! You look like you have some wet boogies on your eyes! Did something happen? Orrrrrr did you had one of those long good or bad sleepy mee-mees that make your eyes get the icky boogers on them?"

*Oh great. A child. Destino’s favourite. The prime couldn’t help but feel disgusted at the excitement. Of course they appreciated the praise, what Pokémon wouldn’t? But it was everything else about this child’s demeanour that made Destino want to gag. Time to add a little drama. Make this child feel bad. Bonus points if they made this child cry.*

Destino: It’s like none of you choose to listen. What’s the point in me even picking a gender if none of you can follow it? Does being the Prime of the Underdark mean nothing to you?! Come on! I just did a whole gender explanation presentation like an hour or so ago. It was an entire thing. Silhouettes and all. It even had colours. Do I need to go through it all again?

*They pause their dramatic arm waving and gesturing to take a good, long look at the eevee in front of them. A claw rests on their chin, whilst they make a small humming sound.*

Destino: Actually, wait. Just taking one look at you says it all. How could I have not seen it sooner? You’re an idiot. I doubt anything goes into that thick skull of yours. I would ask if there’s a shred of intelligence in you but I doubt you even know what that word means. Is there a brain in there? Anything at all? Considering how you talk to royalty, I really doubt it. Let me say this for you really slowly so your tiny brain can understand what the deal is.

*Destino holds up their middle claw of their left paw.*

Destino: On this side, we have a man.

*They hold up their right paw, displaying another middle claw for the eevee.*

Destino: This right here is a woman.

*Destino brings the two middle claws together and waves them around, very proudly displaying the rude gesture.*

Destino: And that’s me. Gender? I don’t see her. I’m far too amazing for that. Does your simple brain understand now? Or does the little baby need some time to process?

Destino: And do you come up to every Pokémon and talk about their lack of sleep? What’s up with that? And right after I’ve woken up with no sleep due to my prophecy dreams too. Why look at my face that closely? I mean, I get it. I’m clearly the most beautiful absol you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Everyone can recognise that fact, young and old. But there’s this little thing called personal space. Someone as idiotic as yourself should be able to understand that basic concept. Honestly, what a poor impression you’ve made of yourself. If you were trying to gain my approval, you clearly have no idea how to do it.

*Destino hoped Felix wasn’t listening in. They knew he’d never approve of them bullying a child. But it was so much fun being dramatic. They really didn’t care at all; they just utterly despised children.*

#pokemon ask blog #pokemon #pokemon askblog #pokemon oc #ask blog #ask the royal absol #destino the absol #pokeask #ask #pokeask community #chapter 3 #story tag

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kisuminight · 1 year ago

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Types of Blade Magic

Blades follow an eight-element, three-typed magic system. Elements are light, dark, water, fire, wind, ice, earth, and lightning. The three types are healer, tank, dps.

Each pair of elements represents one virtue from opposite angles. Light and dark are idealistic justice and cynical justice; water and fire are tranquil bravery and passionate bravery. Wind and ice are subjective and objective truth. Earth and lightning are singular deep compassion and multiple shallow compassions. The Virtues don’t really impact how the magic works, but it can be used as a personality marker.

For example, a light Blade would find justice by setting up a public trial. A dark Blade would get revenge.

I understand that this Blade system is based on XC 2’s blade system, but I have never played XC 2. I discovered the blade system through the awesome YWKON fics by rarsneezes, which are the Blade system in a world with characters from the Tales series. Based on that and my general familiarity with the magic of Aeselia, spell names and effects are going to be from that magic system.

Also Aeselia magic system has a spell called Resurrection which does exactly what it says and I can’t pass that up for a DSMP AU.

Blades also have internal magic that makes them harder to kill than most Players. They are physically stronger as well, and have a passive regen that usually takes care of even the worst wounds within a day.

Blades, even strong Blades, don’t tend to have many techniques that are straight-up elemental manipulation on a massive scale. Usually, it is more along the lines of adding elemental damage to regular combat or casting passive, potion-like buffs.

Most elemental abilities are minor and active passively. For example, water Blades and ice Blades tend to have lower body temperatures. Fire Blades have higher body temperatures. Water Blades also don’t get wet in the rain and dry off very quickly after they stop swimming.

Another example, dark Blades tend to blend very well with the shadows. A more powerful dark Blade can even make themselves unnoticeable in bright daylight—people’s eyes just pass over them. Light Blades have the opposite issue, they tend to glow. They also tend to have a passive attention attraction, even when they don’t want to. A light Blade that is trying can make it near-impossible to look away from them.

c!Technoblade’s sense of direction is a facet of his powers as an earth Blade in this AU. I mostly chose earth because of the way he cares so deeply if you show him kindness in turn. Also one of the bonuses is that he would be able to use Ground Dasher or Gravity well or even Grand Cataclysm. Like, in this AU he could've done Doomsday by himself in 30min, but he decided to be nice and share.

c!Punz tends to use his passive notice-me-not often when he doesn’t feel like dealing with people, or when he’s gathering information.

Poor c!Dream is a light Blade, and because he is very powerful his passive is powerful as well. Even though he's not trying, he glows at night. Since he is pretending he is not a Blade, this ups his weirdness factor in the eyes of other server members. The decaying Resonance from pushing away c!George to protect him affects his aether control. The fact that it is hard not to notice him gets used by other server members, subconsciously, as part of the scapegoating process leading up to Stagedfinale.

I am unhappy about Doomsday + Wilbur said Dream is a tyrant + I am always thinking about him even though Techno and Phil were there too = Dream is the person solely/mostly at fault for Doomsday and other bad things and we need to deal with him right now.

#dsmp #dsmp au #c!dream #c!technoblade #dreblr #DSMP Blade System AU #this AU doesn't go really off the rails until at/after Stagedfinale #after that it gets much better for him even if everybody else is screaming #since this series is more c!Dream positive maybe it should be tagged dreblr?#I've been lurking for a bit but I'm not as solid on common tags and character voices as I wish

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marinetteocean · 3 months ago

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Sphere of Destiny part 1 The Owl House themed fanfiction

(The fanfic is about The Owl House cartoon. The timeline is season three's first episode. Belos is not in the human realm and the things that happened at the episode's last minutes won't happen)

At the Halloween-themed costume party,

Luz was looking for her girlfriend who was with her but had now lost sight of her, when Hunter approached her.

“Have you seen Amity, Hunter?” Luz asked.

"No, but don't worry l'm sure she is around," Hunter said in the harsh tone he only uses when he was trying to lie 'professionally'.

Luz put on the 'I got you' expression on her face and said, "You're using that tone again, Hunter. Understand, we all know this game of yours now. Tell me, where is Amity?"

This time Hunter broke his composure and laughed nervously. "What a tone! I'm telling the truth. How do I know where Amity is, you were the one with her."

"l know, l know. But she disappeared suddenly. If I do something to hurt her without realizing it?" Luz asked worriedly.

Hunter laughed ridiculously and said, "What! Titan! Of course not. l don't know her as much as you but can say she's insanely in love with you. Just chill, ok?"

“But lately she started to ask a lot questions.”

“What kinds of questions are you talking about?”

“Like yesterday she asked if l’m okay to watch a movie with her. I know it sounds normal but it wasn’t. It shows that she’s not so comfortable to just say ‘let’s watch’ and this made me feel bad for us.”

Hunter thought a bit then talked “Don’t worry about Amity, you know she is always like that. Always wants to be sure about everything is okay, she’s overcontroller even!”

Hunter said that with a boredom tone in his voice.

Luz laughed. “Yeah, l guess you’re right. Thanks Hunter. Maybe she is with others and l’m just making it a big deal.”

"So, while waiting your girlfriend to show up do you want to know the story of me and the awesome sewing machine's first meeting?"

"all my ears on you boy!"

...

Hunter had just finished telling his story when Willow, Vee, and Gus approached them. Luz noticed Gus winking at Hunter. Something was up, and Luz might interrogate them all individually to find out.

"Amity still hasn't arrived, I thought she would be with you." Luz said.

Just then she felt someone's presence behind her and turned. "Hey Batata!"

"Amity!" Luz hugged her then pulled away. "Where were you? Azura was so worried when she couldn't see her Hecate."

"l'm sorry my Luzura but now we have a surprise for you!" she shouted excitedly.

"What do you mean we? what you all up to guys?" Luz asked.

"l can't wait to see her face until home let's just say it now!" said Vee.

Gus laughed and said, “Luz, we found a map to help us get home and we went where it took us."

"We didn't want to say anything about the map to you before because we wanted to be sure if the map is real." added Amity.

"And the thing is we actually found some Titan Blood thanks to that map so we can go back!" Willow said as she handed Luz the Titan blood she was holding in her hand.

Luz held it in surprise.

"Finally you can see Eda and King again!" said Gus.

When a tear from Luz's eye fell on her cheek, she realized that something she hadn't felt for a long time was moving her stomach.

She smiled warmly and did not break eye contact with Titan Blood for a while. Then she looked up and saw Gus and Vee, Willow and Hunter hugging each other.

Everyone was having a special moment.

She felt a warmth on her wet cheek. Amity was wiping her tears. The beauty in her girlfriend's smile enchanted Luz for a moment. She started to smile too.

"Your smile...l've never seen you smile like that before. l love it." she whispered.

"l don't know about me but l have seen you smile that beautiful before. l was just willing to see it one more time."

Luz moved closer and put their foreheads together "Thank you Amity for choosing me to be with you. If you weren’t a part of it, it wouldn’t be awesome at all.”

"l love you Luz, l’ll always be by your side as long as you let me be."

And in that moment, a spark passed before Luz's eyes.

as long as l let her to be... as long as...

staying here

l can't... l can't do it, l won't!

#the owl house #amity blight #lumity #luz noceda #toh #hunter toh #hunter deamonne #gus porter #willow park #camila noceda #willow toh #gus toh #vee toh #vee noceda #luz toh #toh amity #luz x amity

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sanchoi21 · 2 years ago

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Entangled

Song Mingi x Reader

Warning: Has mentions of smut and sexual themes and this is my first time writing about an idol. I don't mean to be disrespectful so I am keeping the smut part as short as possible, so please understand. Enjoy.

You wrapped your arms tightly around his waist, feeling his abs under his skintight t-shirt. The night air blew past you two, blurring the surroundings as your focus was now completely on your man. Mingi chuckled in his deep voice as he caught your hands roaming all across his skin, his voice was enough to get you wet anyways. First you had met Mingi at the studio, where you worked as his costume designer. One talk always lead to other and soon enough you find yourself in a relationship with him, which he did make public and his fans were ok with it.

Every night after work you both went home together. Being devoid of him for hours on end, always lead you to be clingy for him. Everytime you got clingy, you found yourself entangled with him in his bed as he made up for all the lost time you spent without him. Today too was one of that nights when you craved for him and so did he as now you both were straight heading towards his apartment. He too needed you after being stressed so much about his comeback, now that it was done finally. The night air felt ever so ethereal as you could easily smell his cologne, his scent always intoxicated you as if it was a new kind of drug. Mingi was the only drug on which you could get drunk for hours on end, without actual alcohol being in your veins. He found you in your darkest times, so you being clingy was something he had gotten used to. Mingi haulted, parking his bike at the parking spot in his apartment area. As soon as he got off, you grabbed him by the collar smacking your lips on his soft and plump ones. He responded you by kissing you back hungrily. He was a different person when he was with you, sometimes extremely cute and at other times, someone you could only call “Daddy”. As your kiss got rougher and hungrier, Mingi hurried towards the lift with you in his arms, still with his lips locked onto yours. You didn’t notice entering in the lift as your sole focus was Mingi and his plump lips. Once you reached your floor, Mingi fumbled, struggling finding the keys in his pocket. Once he found them, he opened the door without wasting a single second. Once you both were in, you locked it behind you, earning a chuckle from Mingi. You got closer to him as you swiftly took off his jacket.

Mingi: Someone’s impatient, I see!!

You didn’t reply as, getting his shirt off was the important thing in the world for you. Once you both were out of your clothes, Mingi appreciated your view in front of him. He picked you up and laid you in bed. Without wasting any time you both got engaged in each other’s charms and bodies, as his thrusts got quicker and harsher from his initially smooth rhythm, your eyes rolled back and you almost had a nosebleed staring at his intense eyes and sweaty form. Being with Mingi was something you never even dreamed of, but it was fated and still happened as you were more than happy to have him. Mingi too felt like he was the luckiest man in the world ti have you, as you were the only person who understood him so well. And just like that you spent one more awesome night entangled with him, knowing that there will be more waiting for you in the future. You don’t know how much more longer are you gonna stay entangled in his warmth, under his large arms, but you surely love every second of it, as Mingi glances down at you cutely, wishing you a “Good morning”, in his groggy morning voice which is indeed music to your ears. Just like that you were quite certain that you will be spending all of your life with him, worshipping him and supporting him, as he indeed was your Lord.

#Song Mingi x reader #Mingi x reader #Mingi x y/n #Ateez #Ateez Mingi #Night rides #Comfort

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deny-the-issue · 2 years ago

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As Above So Below

Chapter Eight: Back Breaker

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Summary: You help with the barrier's construction, explore the shady Topside shop, and receive a just reward.

The Smuttening is here!!! I hope you all enjoy! Make sure you re-read chapter 7!!! I rewrote it completely!

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[Explicit Language] [Demon!Silco] [Silco x reader] [silco x fem!reader] [vaginal sex] [oral sex] [edging]

It was tedious work at first, installing the new barriers. Well, you guessed it was. Ekko forced you to rest after hearing about your ordeal, earning you the loathed title, ‘Supervisor’.

So there you sat, shouting out orders with as little animosity as possible. But no matter how snippy your words became, the workers all regarded you with the utmost respect.

It seriously pissed you off.

What did you do to earn a place among them, as well as their respect? It makes as much sense to you as why Grim would choose to sit beside you for his lunch every day, despite your confused silence. He never greeted you either.

On a particularly strenuous day of back-breaking lounging, you sigh and sit up from your crumpled position, cracking your back loudly as it snaps into the correct posture. Grim glances your way and quickly returns to eating his sandwich, earning your interest.

“Alright, I’ll bite - heh, get it?” you laugh as he cringes, and you continue with one hand gesturing to the food, “Why here?”

He looks down at the food, showing his youth in his plump face as he grasps the meaning of your question. Nervous hands start to pick at the sandwich’s contents as he speaks.

“Well–you know–how you uh–I mean,” he trails off, sinking into himself.

“It’s alright,” you attempt to soothe, feeling way out of your depth.

But you also feel a longing to help the boy; it’s a faint pull of the heart when he loses confidence that has your hand reaching out to gently touch his shoulder. Snapping out of the strange, maternal-like state, you quickly pull back your rogue hand to sit in patient silence.

“I just,” he starts cautiously, voice wavering. After a deep breath, he flies out of his chair, whipping around to face you properly, sandwich in hand.

“You risked your life to help others - that’s awesome. Like, totally badass ninja-type shit!”

A piece of meat slides off his sandwich, no doubt jostled from his exuberant display, and falls to the rocky ground with a wet slap, completely ruining his sudden bravado.

Your lips thin as you suppress a smile, but when he slumps forward in defeat, your snort breaks the loaded silence. He cracks a smile, outright grins, then joins laughing, fierce and full of joyous mirth.

You both laugh so hard that tears fill your eyes, and every time you make eye contact another spurt resurfaces, bubbling up uncontrollably and rendering you both useless. Sitting back to back is the only way you can catch your breath, and even then, you do it with a grin so wide your face starts to ache.

Along with oxygen, pesky thoughts return to your brain, causing the smile to fade away. Maybe sitting too long has made you cranky, but you feel the need to say it anyway.

“Don’t look up to me kid; I’m about the furthest thing from a role model you could get. Smart people take the safest path. What I did was reckless, and one wrong step could have been the difference between life and just another corpse in the gutter. Do you understand?”

Brow furrowed, he sticks his bottom lip out while he thinks, then shrugs when he looks at you, agreeing half-heartedly. “Yeah, I guess so.”

You nod, satisfied with his answer. You're not responsible for him, after all. You have no right to teach this kid with your fucked-up version of morality, no matter how much he grows on you.

“One last piece of wisdom -”

“Janna, you’re worse than Ekko,” he interrupts, rolling his eyes into next year.

“No, listen! It’s the most important thing you’ll ever hear, I promise.”

Grim sighs deeply but gives you his attention anyway.

“Next time,” you place your hands on his shoulders to give weight to your statement, looking deep into his eyes, “hang on to your salami!”

You almost fall with how fast he pulls from your grasp, whipping away with an exasperated huff.

“It was for dramatic effect!” he shouts back at you as he stomps away, his angry voice laced with the amusement plain on his face.

A smile comes to yours easily, and your next breath starts with a chuckle.

Shit, I think I care for the kid.

A month passes quickly, and before you know it, the barriers are finished and you’re fully healed.

You didn’t spend the whole month in the chair, you’re proud to say. Thanks to Silco’s magic, you were back to the picture of health within two weeks.

The little village was your home for that time, and you hadn’t slept so wrong in your life as under the verdant canopy of the tree. Thoughts of Silco pervaded your mind, and the feeling of missing out - missing him, prevented any kind of restful sleep.

Each night after, you retired to your home and hoped he would visit you, in dreams or otherwise. But he remained aloof, and you can’t help but worry you pushed him away, even from your sleeping mind.

Just like you have with every relationship in the past.

Perhaps he doesn’t know what to say, just like you. What would you talk about, really? You have yet to go to the shop, and you’re definitely not ready to talk about whatever you’ve been feeling lately.

Distance is for the best, you suppose.

Ekko’s hand rests on your shoulder, breaking you from your thoughts.

“Are you alright, kid?”

You stand up straight and nod, “Yeah! Sorry.”

“You’re standing in front of your finished grand plan and your head’s topside!” Ekko gestures wildly to the steel plate in front of you.

You smile at his enthusiasm but shake your head at the credit given.

You point at the stout man inspecting the barrier with a broad, proud grin on his face as if he’s looking at his crowning achievement. “Talking about it and constructing it are completely different. The credit should go to him.”

“I’m just the handyman,” the man grunts, smile disappearing into his rugged goatee as he turns away from the barrier, satisfied with his work.

“A handyman that owns a construction company, who funded all of this out of his own pocket,” you point out and he shrugs, continuing to walk away.

“You could just say ‘thank you’,” Ekko teases, patting the man’s back as he passes, wishing him well before returning to you.

“You did a good thing - you see that, right?”

The weight of where you’re standing begins to sink in as your mind grasps for a reply.

The air was toxic in this tunnel until a few days ago, all thanks to the information you brought from the depths of the undercity. Information you brought. You.

Your eyes turn to the barrier and you touch the cool steel, a stark contrast to the warmth that’s filling your heart. A tear runs down your cheek and you quickly rub it away, only for more to follow. You sniffle quietly and hide your face from Ekko, thoroughly embarrassed and confused.

He pulls you into a hug, chuckling softly as he cradles your head to him, warm hands rubbing your back.

“It’s alright, let it out,” he soothes, and you hiccup into his shoulder as you choke back a sob.

You hug him loosely at first, unsure, and then the wave of emotion lurches and you’re clinging to him like a beacon in a storm, sobbing like a helpless child.

He holds you until your turbulent waters have calmed, leaving his shirt stained with the evidence of your heart.

“S-sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” you mumble, hugging yourself when you pull out of his embrace.

“There’s nothin’ to apologize for! Now, don’t be a stranger; you’re always welcome here,” he pats your back reassuringly with a kind smile and shuffles off toward the village for his daily afternoon nap.

You smile softly and nod, staying by the barrier even as Ekko retreats. You’re not sure why you broke down like that, but you’re glad of it, in a strange way. The calm after the storm relaxes your body, washing away the tension you didn’t know you were keeping, and releasing the feelings you didn’t notice festering.

I like this version of me.

It’s an agonizingly sunny day topside, the type of day that makes your eyes scream, hiss, and water even through your sunglasses. The cool breeze from the river cools the little beads of sweat forming along your hairline, and you close your eyes as you lean into it, letting it soothe your discomfort, if only for a moment. The breeze cuts off, and you sigh heavily, fanning yourself with a flier you snatched along the way.

It’s definitely the place you’re looking for; you can tell by the sort of people that come and go. They’re the same sort employed at Mort’s, people on the edge of society due to desperation in one form or another. But watching them earns you no new information; It only confronts you with the reality that waits for you after all this is over.

There has to be a better way to find what Silco wants.

Leaning back into the shade of the alley, you start to hate the very brick the shop is made of. It’s hot, sunny, and crowded. All things you try to avoid in one place. Why in Janna’s name did you agree to this?

You growl and kick the wall with your heel, releasing just a tiny bit of tension built over hours of watching the shop called, “Plover’s Temp Services”. You’re no sleuth. Otherwise, you would have tried your luck at night. A brick is your lockpick, and you doubt you want to end up on these people’s radar.

The thought sparks a bad idea; If the shop were very obviously broken into, they would send someone they trust to investigate, someone you can tail. And you wouldn’t actually be robbing the place, so it should be easy to remain out of sight. Your eyes drop to the ground for the first time in hours, and as you blink away fatigue, you spy a damaged brick on the other side of the alley.

Are you going to be my friend tonight? I think so.

You smile a bit too wide, thrilled by the idea of breaking something but relieved to get out of this unusual seasonal heat. Back home, it is. If only to get a few hours of sleep before Project: Fuck Around and Find Out commences.

Sleep comes easily. You suppose you have the excursion to thank for that. Despite the darkness you wake in, you feel positively wired, rushing out of bed the moment your eyes open. The digital clock you’ve bought since your phone’s demise shines green in the dark room, telling you it’s the perfect time for sabotage.

The air cooled to a tolerable, almost chilly, temperature, making your night walk to the elevator pleasant. As you climb topside on the slow lift, the moon shines brightly down at you with a million stars twinkling in the night sky. Your eyes widen in wonder, and you remain in awe as you leave the lift, taking a moment to lose yourself in the unfathomable depths of space.

Maybe there are some merits of being topside.

You connect lines of stars and try to recall their names from your school days but come up woefully blank. There’s always time to learn them; you resolve to learn the constellation names after you help Silco.

Would he learn them with you?

The thought brings a hopeful smile to your lips and leaves a lingering warmth in your heart as you come upon the shop. You duck into the alley, retrieve the brick with a gloved hand, and stop just before entering the street, destination in view. The adrenaline amplifies every ambient noise, but you focus your mind and listen through it.

It makes sense that a district as commercial as this would be so quiet in the dead of night, but you hope there aren’t any guards or police patrolling. You look left and right, peeking out of the alley before pulling up your hood, and rush to the shop’s side as if its walls would protect you. A cold sweat slicks your brow as you peer into the side window to see the main room of the shop.

Your legs begin to shake the longer you hang around in the open, and you breathe a shaky sigh of relief as you spy metal filing cabinets through the back window. An uneasy knot forms in your stomach, full of anxious little wasps.

Should you really be doing this? Should you be committing a crime for a man you barely know, even for a good reason?

You’re standing, breathing, alive, because of him. Knowing him isn’t necessary, you decide, as the brick smashes through the window with a brilliant CRASH. You quickly swipe along the upper ledge with the brick, clearing the glass before gently placing it on the ground. The latch flips with ease and the window opens with a triumphant squeak.

With a job well done, you start to run away before slowing your pace to listen to your surroundings. It seems this section isn’t well protected at night; no one was immediately alerted. It didn’t stop your heart from nearly pounding out of your chest, or your hands from shaking.

You hide nearby in an alleyway with multiple exit routes and attempt to bring your panting under control. Closing your eyes, you slowly but shakily breathe through your nose and out your mouth, hugging yourself to keep your hands still.

What did I just do?

Maybe it’s the kindness Silco showed, or your recent accomplishment with the barriers, but the toxic thoughts fade away as soon as your breathing slows. An eerie calm washes over your mind, steadying your hands and heart.

You know why, dammit. They can’t be allowed to send this city slipping into the past by polluting its very foundation. And once you find out who they are, your demon will do the rest.

Wait, is that right? He’ll kill them just like he massacred the factory workers. Wouldn’t it be more beneficial to take this to the elected council?

You dwell on the thought for a moment before dismissing it entirely.

With what proof? And besides, they may want to punish Silco for what he did and find me complicit.

With a defeated sigh, you settle in with your back against the wall, alert and waiting for the city to awaken and find your dirty deed.

“What in Janna’s name?!” a man shouts, startling you from your sleepy trance.

You wipe the drool from the corner of your mouth as you hear the man curse, keys jingling as he presumably opens the front door. That’s your cue!

The sky is paling with the first light of the day, and the city is just beginning to stir, you notice through sleep-filled, squinted eyes as you rise from your crumpled position. There must be a bakery nearby, and the scent of fresh bread makes your stomach grumble while you sneak closer to Plover’s. You stay in the dark alley, out of sight but within earshot. Lucky for you, The shop’s door has a distinct chime, easily told apart from the others—no need to stick your neck out any further.

Some time passes, and you can blend in on the busy street within line of sight, but far enough to not be conspicuous. You even pick up a newspaper and fake reading it just to be sure.

As expected, the first visitor to the shop is not an enforcer, but a man in plainclothes. He darkens Plover’s doorstep, and a thin nervous man runs to the door, greeting him with anxious hospitality. The visitor says something that sours the shopkeeper’s face before sidestepping the mouse of a man to enter the small building.

You lose sight of him inside and can’t help but feel disappointed. His brimmed hat obscured his important features–you would have to wait to see his face. The plan is to tail him, anyway–why are you so restless?

The visitor’s presence sets off your inner alarm, telling you to run. It’s probably because he’s looking for you, the one who smashed the window.

You read the paper in bite-sized increments, eyes glancing up at the shop with every paragraph. After a time, Shadows approach the door faster than you’re expecting, and the visitor swings the front door wide open and peers out as if looking for something, or someone.

Quickly turning, you blend into a nearby group walking away from Plover’s, and with fisted hands, you keep your wits about you.

You saw his face, clear as day, and it’s not the first time. He’s a regular at Mort’s. You remember making his foul deeds disappear. More than that, you’ve seen the badge he keeps in his inner pocket when he flashed it to your boss on one of his many visits.

Long, perfect hair tied back, so black it reflects blue light, and a face that could curdle milk with two beady, lifeless eyes. House Ferros sent their infamous fixer, Sine, to investigate a simple broken window. Panic electrifies your movements, barely stopping yourself from bolting to the elevator to get away from the man unseen.

How could you be so stupid? Your nails dig into the palms of your hands punishingly.

I’m connected to this. I’ve always been connected to it.

Just as the lift is in sight, you hear someone shout your name. You freeze, terrified. Do you run? Wouldn’t that be more suspicious? A breath later, you turn to the source.

Grim comes hurdling out of the crowd and playfully punches your shoulder.

“One second slower, and I would’ve gotten you good!” he exclaims with a smile as radiant as the sun.

You stop yourself from looking behind you and instead lead Grim off to the side, out of Sine’s view.

“What’s the matter?” he asks, looking in the direction you dare not before turning to you with a sly grin. “Did you do something fun?”

You laugh and shake your head, “Yeah, sure, kid-”

“ELIJAH CROCKET, YOU GET AWAY FROM HER THIS INSTANT!” A woman shouts as she sprints to you.

You forget the danger behind you with the woman charging toward you like an angry bull, with eyes just as frightening. Grim shrinks beside you, face flush with embarrassment as the woman puts herself squarely in front of you.

Her blond hair frames one side of her face perfectly while the other obscures, hiding a familiar, but faded scar across her forehead. You back away from the woman quickly, putting more distance between mother and cub. The sticky thorns of guilt wrap around your heart, and you look to the ground, unable to meet her gaze.

You gave her that scar.

Your feet stumble as you blindly back away toward the lift, hands clutching the hem of your shirt nervously.

“S-sorry, I didn’t know!”

“I don’t want your fucking apology! Go back to where you belong!” she yells, throwing a protective arm around Grim.

You bow your head, turn around, and sprint to the elevator. Shaking hands mash the button repeatedly, only stopping when the doors begin to close. Pacing the length of your enclosure like a caged animal, the situation plays in your head again and again.

“I didn’t know!”

A quiet sob shakes your body as the panic, guilt, and anger course through you as new as the day you decided to bludgeon her with that trophy. The feelings build to the point of no return, and you squeeze your eyes shut, willing yourself to breathe. Unsteady hands run through your hair as you pace, muttering empty affirmations.

There is no stopping the eruption this time, and with a cry, your fists collide with the metal door. You clutch your hands to your chest and fall back against the wall, your heavy breathing drowning out the rumbles and creaks of the lift descending.

Numb, then stinging, your knuckles burn to the tune of your heartbeat, undoubtedly shredded. But your mind is quiet, rendered silent from your violent display, thoughts swirling endlessly.

What she said is true.

The lift lurches to a stop, brakes squealing, and doors roll open with a ding. You lift your head slowly and stare at the Undercity, its buildings empty and neglected.

I do belong here.

You sigh heavily and put one foot in front of the other until you’re in the fresh air of the lanes. Standing still, you close your eyes to feel the soft breeze on your skin so much cooler down here than on the surface.

I came between her and her child; with a past like ours, her reaction was warranted.

Ekko will have something to say about this. You don’t know what, but you’re sure you don’t want to deal with it right now.

The promise of a shower carries you home instead of to Silco, and the warm waters wash away the last of the emotional grime clouding your mind. It allows you to focus on the only event that matters.

You suppose the outburst from Grim’s mother could have called Sine’s attention to you, but you no longer care about the consequences. How would he know your face, anyway? The masks protect you from more than just blood.

Grabbing the disinfectant, you grimace as you pour it over your knuckles, then cautiously dry them with a clean washcloth before wrapping them in gauze. The dull ache feeds your irritation.

Are people not allowed to change? Are you not allowed to change?

A couple of decades isn’t enough time, apparently. You’re rotten to the core.

Perfect bait for a demon.

The thought should make you feel, well, damned, but you let out a breathy laugh, cracking a wicked smile.

There are people in this world who know your worth, and that’s enough for you to move on with only a pang of guilt remaining in your chest.

A strategic choice in undergarments later, and you’re strutting to Silco’s with singular intent.

You’re going to get your due.

Technically, you declined that part of the bargain, but you hope with every fiber of your being that it’s still on the table. But hope doesn’t stop you from chewing your lip anxiously as you arrive on his doorstep.

You lift your hand to knock when the hair on the back of your neck stands on end.

“Hello, stranger,” you greet, turning toward him with a warm smile.

Silco eyes you for a moment, the corner of his mouth twitching upward.

“It’s been a while.”

His chest almost brushes yours as he reaches past you to open the door, eyes never leaving you. The attention makes your skin bristle, and you almost lose yourself in his intoxicating scent, leaning back against the door. The open door.

“Shit!” you cry out as you lose your footing.

Silco is quick to catch you with one strong arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you to him.

“Careful,” he taunts as he walks you backward and swings the door shut with his foot.

He removes a strand of hair from your face and gingerly traces your jawline with his claw before taking your chin between forefinger and thumb.

“Do you have something for me?” he purrs, thumb ghosting over your lower lip.

“I found what you’re after.” You’re quick to answer, and after you muster the courage, you continue. “The real question is–do you have something for me?”

Your mouth parts, and you kiss his thumbpad, long and slow, tempting him with a flutter of your eyelashes. His eyes darken as you drag the tip of your tongue along his digit, and a visible shiver runs through him when you gently suck it into your mouth.

How long has it been for him? When was the last time he was touched so intimately?

A vein bulges in his forehead when you pull his thumb out with a pop and move on to kiss his palm, trailing up his wrist. It breaks your heart how touch-starved he is, and you look at him, pleading.

Something in him snaps, and he pushes you against the wall with a sneer, claws digging into your waist. You can feel the way his grip trembles like a rockfall just before it caves.

“I may hurt you,” he bares his teeth as he rests his forehead against yours, chest heaving.

“That’s half the fun.” You barely have a chance to smile before he lifts you, hands gripping just under your ass.

A flutter of heat erupts at the clothed contact, but he gives you no time to enjoy it. Arms and legs wrapped around him tight, he carries you upstairs faster than any human could. The bedroom door bursts open, the wooden frame splintering, but Silco couldn’t care less. With eyes only for him, you’re surprised when he kneels on a bed before releasing you to fall the rest of the way. Your ass hits the bed, and where there should have been a spring, there’s a deafening crack.

Silco’s arms cage you in on the mattress as the bottom two legs give out, dropping the mattress into a permanent tilt. You stare into each other's eyes with bewilderment before you break into infectious laughter amidst the cloud of dust. Silco cracks a smile, and the crows’ feet around his teal eye crinkle beautifully with amusement.

“All according to plan,” he defuses, rising from the bed to gather some bedding.

“Riiight,” you sass, laughter turning into a cough from the dust.

Silco’s eye narrows, but his face remains as stoic as ever while he begins to pile the blankets in between the bed and the floor. Frowning, he seems to think about something before it clicks with a slight upturn of his mouth.

“Wha - HEY!” You grip the sheets as he lifts the mattress just over the lip over the frame and releases again, leaving you to slide the rest of the way to the floor with the mattress.

Okay, maybe he does have a plan.

Silco tops the blanket padding off with pillows, and then wraps his hands around your ankles, thumbs massaging soothing circles into your skin. “Do you trust me?”

You bite your lip, you nod, interest thoroughly piqued. He reaches, grabbing your chin firmly.

“Say it.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks, and your mouth begins to salivate.

“I trust you,” you say softly, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

He leans on the bed and caresses your cheek, face inches from yours. “Good girl.”

It could have been a trick of the light, but an almost imperceptible stream of shadow leaves his mouth as he speaks. Within a blink, it’s gone, probably imagined. Real or not, your thighs quiver with his affirmation, and you kiss him passionately, hands gripping his vest. Tongues and teeth collide clumsily as his claws rip your shirt off, your nipples hardening into sensitive buds as hot skin hits ambient air. He barely stops to admire the view before descending on you, covering each breast with sloppy kisses of worship that leave you wet and wanting.

“If I had known you were this sweet, I would have indulged sooner.”

A sharp pain digs into your breast, and you cry out, yanking his head back by his hair instinctually. He looks at you with such unabated horniness that you stay your crude remarks and inspect the damage. Only his fangs punctured your skin, leaving a perfect impression of his teeth surrounding your nipple like a fucked up faery circle.

His bark has bite, you find yourself thinking with a grimace that fades into a blissful smile. His face falls as he watches a tiny amount of blood bead to the surface, then bows his head apologetically, soothing the mark with a kiss.

“Do you still wish to fuck a demon?” he asks sternly, looking into your eyes with dark sincerity.

“Silco, if you don’t fuck me tonight, I’ll do a lot worse than bite you.”

Your words melt the tension taking root in his face, replacing it with amusement as he takes hold of your ankles and lifts. You claw at the sheets unsuccessfully as he rotates you so your head and the tops of your shoulders lay on the floor pillows, your body following the upward tilt of the bed.

The perks of the position are revealed when he kneels, one knee on either side of your head, and slowly unbuttons his trousers. You can feel the warmth of him even through the rich fabric.

His eyes never leave your face as he pulls himself free sinfully slow. The anticipation could never have prepared you for this. For him. thicker than any you’ve ever seen with small ridges running down the length, bulging slightly in the middle, and dangling beautifully just above your awe-gaping mouth.

“Hm… no witty remark? What’s the matter, darling? Demon caught your tongue?” he shifts closer, cock swinging like the most impressive pendulum you’ve ever seen. You lift your head and catch him in your mouth, a cushion of warm, wet paradise that is your lips and tongue. He hisses between clenched teeth, his good eye closing as his other rolls up to the ceiling, forgetting himself for a blissful moment as you tease him with your tongue. When his eyes find yours again, he distractedly caresses your cheek as his other finds a hold under the waistband of your sweatpants. He barely has to pull to tear them off you, slightly dry-rotted fabric adding static to the rip.

And when he gets a good look at your equally holy underwear, he frowns, pulling back so his cock slips from your mouth, dripping with your saliva.

“Do you normally wear such ragged clothes?”

“Perforated for convenience and chosen very carefully,” you say with a naughty smile, hands gripping the backs of his thighs to pull his hips closer.

“In that case…” he tears your panties off with ease and parts your legs greedily, head bowing to mark your inner thighs with tongue and teeth.

Both hands grip your legs tight, claws leaving pinpoint imprints in the most delightful of patterns to rival that of his mouth. Slowly at first, and you take him until you’re on the edge of choking–until a little grunt escapes his lips, setting you afire with such lust you pull him closer with all your might, swallowing his girth with an ambition you never knew you had.

Your fervor is met in kind with the devil's tongue delving stimulating you in ways you never knew possible. Twin moans, one distorted and the other muffled, all filled with the divine taste of each other. Forked tongue slips between your folds, dragging your dripping delight into a slick swirl around your peeking bud, causing thighs to quiver and rhythms to stutter.

You whine as he pulls back, resting his head against your thigh to gaze at your pretty, stretched mouth, his chin dripping with your desires. “Should I fuck your pretty mouth, pet? Would you like that?”

You sing around his cock, bobbing your head in an emphatic, albeit improvised nod.

Eyes closed against the onslaught of movement, your hands grab lower on his legs for more stability. You tilt your head back, wanting him deeper inside you, deeper than you can manage; all that pervades your thoughts is more, more, more. Even as your lungs burn and head swims. You’d rather have him than air. The need is greater, pooling between your legs and dripping into your frothed brain.

“Eager, aren’t we? You’re throbbing for me,” he growls, each panting breath washing over your aching sex, hot as hellfire.

You catch his smile framed by the strings of saliva still connecting his cock to your mouth as you take in well-deserved air, just for it to be forced back out again when he expertly latches onto your touch-deprived clit.

Your toes curl, and your eyes roll back. Suction and heavenly flicking strum a euphoric chord, sending you fluttering, quivering, and bucking with only his hands holding you in this world. And where you would have flown over the edge, you find your wings clipped. Among the worldly pleasures, something else is there guarding your entrance into the blissful beyond.

Your mouth opens to speak, to ask, but as soon as you find the words, his cock is the only thing on your lips. The never-ending build of pleasure fuels your every movement, content to memorize every last ridge with the gentle trace of your tongue.

How long you teased him, only your sore mouth can tell as he pulls from you with a pop. A whimper leaves your pouting, chapped lips, eyes too locked on the bulging veins on his cock to notice the one on his forehead.

“Just fuck me, Silco! Use me! I’m yours. P-please!” you beg, almost at the point of tears, your body screaming for his touch.

“Who am I to resist such succulent temptation?” He rises to his full height, towering over you with darkness obscuring the finer details of all but the inner flame of his corrupt eye.

Strong hands guide your knees to your chest until you struggle to hold the position and start to crumple, head over heels. This was part of the plan as well, it seems. He pins you like that, straddling your hips, knees pushing into the soft mattress for support as he crouches.

His cock lies hot and heavy across your ass, leaving a trail of sticky precum as he aligns it with your flower. Velvety head slips across slick folds, and you hardly recognize the wanton whimper that escapes your swollen lips as it brushes against your clit. With each thrust, the tip threatens to slip inside, driving you mad with each carefully measured failure.

“Are you sure you can take me?” he asks sweetly.

You know he can feel the tremor in your thighs. See the way you open for him, and clench upon deceit. Yet, through the slick noises of his cock sliding along your folds, he asks.

“Yes!” you gasp, “Yes, yes, ye–!”

He pushes in slowly, the tip stretching you more than anything you’ve taken before. Something inside you screams to break, cord so taut its tune is near inaudible. Ears ringing, body thrumming to every minute twitch, you plead and beg for more.

No combination of sounds or words sways his movements, always giving you more time than you deem necessary to adjust until he’s nestled deep inside, one large hand on either cheek, holding your pussy to him like the fuck toy you are.

The quiver in your legs spreads to your hands as yet another wave of a climax denied leaves you pulsating around his cock, begging for more.

“Good girl, take all of me,” he purrs.

Through the small window his body makes before he slides back into your greedy cunt, you see his face get a little more ruined with each thrust. Hair falling forward, sweat beading down his temples, a small quiver in his thighs, the glimpse of chipped teeth through his open, panting mouth, the far-away, feral look in his mismatched eyes as he grows ever harder. You love all of it. All of him. Inside of you and without.

“Your cock–hnn–belongs in me,” the words slip out of your mouth as you think them, brain so close to bliss you’re surprised you can speak at all.

Silco can only growl in response, pounding into you ever faster, chasing his pleasure.

There’s a constant tremble in your legs now, with a stream of whimpering moans pushed out of you as he reaches unclaimed depths within. Chipped teeth bared, his breathing ragged, hips snapping, losing all their grace as he starts to unravel.

Losing himself in the storm, his head leans on the mattress as a third support while his claws dig into you. With one last thrust, he pulls you flush against him, cock buried so deep inside you can feel the pulse of him throughout your entire body as he comes.

Almost whimpering as he rocks his cock deep inside of you, his hips twitch as he comes down from the high. When he begins to pull out, you protest, clenching around him with all of your might. His hand smacks your ass playfully, and the delicious sting distracts you long enough for him to pull free, past the point you had any hope of holding onto anything but his seed filling you with a tingly warmth.

Disappointment starts to nestle into your chest, but it only takes one look at his devilish face to know the night isn’t over.

“Open wide,” he commands, teal eye glinting mischievously in the moonlight.

Your body obeys before your mind can process, opening your mouth with the tip of your tongue resting just past your bottom lip. Silco doesn’t keep you guessing for long, tilting your hips forward. It’s not just your mouth he means, you realize. Releasing your muscles, his cum drips from your flower into your open mouth.

The salty sweetness of his release coats your tongue in an otherworldly warmth. Your eyelids bat close as you swallow, the heat enveloping your stomach, and before long, your whole body is burning with desire. His cock twitches at the sight, retaining every last bit of hardness, and with a proud, lopsided grin pulling his scarred cheek upward, he speaks.

“Since you have been such a good little slut, I think it’s time I let you come, don’t you?”

In a flash, he rotates you, head now right-side-up and resting on the mattress. He’s quick to cage you in, even faster to catch your lips in a passionate kiss as he settles in between your legs. One hand holds your legs high on his hip as he grinds the head of his cock against your stiff little clit, your hips canting with each pass.

“I want to see you fall, my angel,” he breathes into your ear, his damned voice still echoing in your mind as he parts you again, pushing into you with little resistance.

You sigh in relief, feeling him fill you again. Somehow he feels like home. Your hands trail down his torso and cup his small ass, pulling him impossibly deep.

Sweat-slick bodies stick to each other, your hips bucking, cock reaching just the right spot inside, clit grinding against his abdomen. The edges of your vision fade to black, leaving only lust and want to guide yourself over the edge. You almost expect it to keep climbing to unknown heights, unable to pass whatever barrier has held you together until now.

Fantastically wrong, the tides carry you away so strong you can only cling to Silco as you ride out your long-awaited pleasure. Tears sting your eyes, and the overstimulation sets your body ablaze, but you continue to chase it. Rocking hips give way to another climax, and you cry out his name, hands shaking.

Silco’s strong, slender arms wrap around you, holding your quivering body tightly to him, hands gently massaging your back while he whispers words of affirmation to softly catch you as you fall from the heights of ecstasy.

So warm is his embrace that you drift into sweet unconsciousness to the dulcet tones of his voice.

“My beautiful, fallen angel…”

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