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aroaceleovaldez · 2 years ago

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I think one of the problems with the HoO characterizations is Rick kind of forgot to give half the cast hobbies and general interests, and maybe like people they know outside of their families and outside of camp, or if he did remember to it rarely gets brought up for most of them, or in the special case of Annabeth - she randomly develops a hobby in weaving for exactly one scene and then never again. Apparently she just knew how to do that, even though it is a skill she has literally never used before nor uses again.

The best examples I can give of this are comparing/contrasting the examples of when we do actually get this with the lack-thereof: Hazel and Frank are good examples. Hazel has hobbies and interests generally unrelated to all her demigod stuff (horses and art) and we see this repeatedly discussed and brought up. She also knows and interacts with people outside of the necessities of her quest/Camp Jupiter or her family - Sammy was her best friend at school and they hung out and stuff! Meanwhile, Frank, as far as we know, doesn’t know anybody outside of his family even though he presumably went to school before Camp Jupiter? His hobby is... archery? That’s the only thing he ever really shows interest in but at the same time it only rarely gets brought up except for him using a bow as his main weapon and the like two instances of noting that Frank had hoped he was an Apollo kid for a little bit. The closest other detail we get to Frank having any other kind of hobby/interest is him mentioning off-hand that he used to play Mythomagic.

Piper and Leo - We can presume that Piper knew Shel before moving to Oklahoma, because Piper used to visit her grandpa often and as far as we know that’s also where Shel lives. But we never see Piper ever mention knowing anyone else in her grandfather’s community. Heck, when she’s introduced we’re basically outright told that she doesn’t interact much at all with any of her classmates outside of necessity, and we don’t even have any confirmation that before Hera’s mind-meddling that she even acknowledged Leo’s existence. Also, Piper has like, exactly zero hobbies. We do not know what Piper does in her free time or what she likes (except vaguely that she has surfed before), only really what she dislikes. Leo at least does have some kind of excuse for not really knowing anybody, and an explicit explanation about why that is the case and how he feels about it. Leo also has a repeatedly referenced interest/hobby in mechanics that’s very core to his character.

Percy and Annabeth? Pre-HoO, they both have plenty of interests and know people outside their general circles! Percy knows kids at school. Annabeth’s general outer social circle is Camp Half-Blood, because she grew up there, but she clearly knows people at camp. She’s also super into architecture! And Percy does a ton of stuff in his free time - he skateboards! He plays basketball! He has two pets he takes care of (Blackjack and Mrs. O’Leary)! Post-HoO he’s on a swim team! But during HoO? Percy’s hobbies just kind of disappear, besides “oh yeah he uh. Does water stuff.” There’s no acknowledgement of like, “Yeah Percy sets up a little basketball hoop on the back of his door on the Argo 2 and shoots trash at it.” Literally anything! And yeah, Annabeth’s architecture interest is somewhat acknowledged, but also like, not really? We at least get some kind of “Yeah, in her spare time she’s usually on her laptop working on stuff” but we also barely get any instances of Annabeth thinking about her friends at camp except for like, Tartarus.

For Jason it at least kind of works because a.) he has amnesia and it’s implied he doesn’t really have close friends at Camp Jupiter besides Reyna, so it figures he only ever really references random other legionaries like, twice. and b.) there is also the heavily implication that Jason doesn’t have hobbies, because his entire life was so focused around his training at Camp Jupiter. This works less with Reyna, but she also kind of has an excuse for not knowing people besides like, her sister and Jason, given she ran away when she was young, Circe’s island was destroyed, and she could have only been at Camp Jupiter for like 3 years maximum at that point. And she’s not exactly the most social character. We also don’t get much indication of her hobbies, besides she also likes horses and it’s heavily implied she likes nature/gardens? Presumably, given we get like, one note of that in HoO, maybe two if you count her living on Circe’s island, and then like one more nod to that in TOA. And we only get her POV chapters in BoO anyways so again, she has some excuses. Coach Hedge also is incredibly bland besides maybe him having a hobby in sports, and... violence? Which definitely does not count. And him lacking any POV chapters doesn’t really help.

I think this is why Nico continually feels like such a strong character, simply because we know what he does in his spare time. We know he knows people outside of the camps (most of those people are gods or ghosts, but he at least knows people) and technically you could argue him knowing about Camp Jupiter between BoTL and TLO counts too. He even references his old neighbor at one point. Obviously, he’s very into Mythomagic, and that comes up a lot because it’s his special interest and is usually also relevant to their quests. He travels a lot, and apparently used to when he was younger as well. We also learn he used to have a special interest about pirates and that apparently may have played into his crush on Percy. Like, all that is so simple and minor but it makes such a difference for how Nico feels as a character. Most of Nico’s stuff though is established in the first series, which definitely helps because the first series was pretty good about giving characters hobbies and maybe some people they know - Annabeth, Percy, and Nico we’ve already covered, but also like, Grover knows other satyrs and is usually practicing music and also we know what foods he likes. Thalia is very into punk culture and music. We know she particularly likes Green Day. We know she knew the Hunters of Artemis before the events of TTC. Rachel's whole thing is that she’s super into art and she has a bunch of connections through her rich family, and she’s basically Percy’s only mortal friend. They have lives!

If you put a protagonist in a room and told them to occupy themselves, you should have an answer for what they do. They should be able to name one person outside their immediate social circle who they are generally friendly with or vaguely know, unless they have a specific reason for that to not be the case. HoO crew needs to occupy their time by themselves, no weaponry, for twenty minutes? Hazel could be drawing, Nico could be organizing his cards, Leo could be tinkering, Annabeth could be working on her laptop, Percy could be trying out little skateboard tricks. Jason, Piper, Frank, and Reyna? What would they be doing?

TOA does actually answer that question for Jason, at least, because we learn that Jason makes tiny dioramas! That’s adorable! Why doesn’t he do that in HoO?! TOA also gives us more depth to Will Solace besides “He’s a medic and does medic things” with telling us that he’s into Star Wars. Like, that’s actually so much information to work with! Thank you! And then we also find out in TOA that Nico’s also kinda into art! We still don’t get anything new for Piper, Frank, or Reyna - besides again one more potential implication that Reyna thinks plants are Pretty Okay, and that nature is Mildly Alright. Like, not even “maybe she keeps a houseplant” territory, all we have is “if she had the option, she might be interested in visiting a flower garden.” But honestly TOA at least gives us something for most of the characters we see. Like at least one thing. Most of the rest of the writing is a mess but at least the characters are mildly interesting.

Anyways, give your characters hobbies, it’s good for them.

#pjo #riordanverse #hoo #heroes of olympus #analysis #long post //#long post #always forget which of those tags i use #congrats to Hazel for being the only protag introduced in HoO with a life #i just would like Piper to have a personality besides disliking things #anyways i think this whole situation is another consequence of Rick not being used to writing large main casts #but it's not impossible! you can totally have huge casts where each character feels like they have a life #i'd actually say HS is a really good example of that - each char is introduced with their personality and a hobby/interest #there's at least 20 major characters but we know the basic outline for ALL OF THEM #also again with this kind of thing - i talk a lot about how Jason's lack of character could absolutely be utilized in interesting ways #and it makes me really sad that we *don't get that!* because it *can* be SO COMPELLING!#a character having a lack of personality can *work* if you actually *do something with it*#HoO never acknowledges that Jason doesn't have. like. a *life.* which is why it doesn't work #if we got any kind of exploration at all into ''hey. jason doesnt have hobbies or interests outside of Being Roman''#''and he doesnt really have friends besides the argo 2 crew. or even know who he is as a person and what he wants''#like HEY THAT'S REALLY COMPELLING ACTUALLY! and would be *really* interesting to contrast with his ''perfect'' reputation!#but no. he's just kind of There.

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chthonicchromestudio · 5 months ago

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A Punishment Game of Cards ft. Roy

Here's the IF-raffle winner's (@traaaaash) request:

The fireplace engulfs the room in a warm glow, painting Roy’s cheeks a more lively shade of pink. Your own tingle pleasantly from the fragrant mulled wine you’re sipping while playing— or rather, handing Roy’s ass to him in blackjack.

“Again!” he snaps, reaching for your winning cards to shuffle them all up. “I’m starting to think Kal wasn’t wrong about you. Maybe you are a witch.”

“I’m just that lucky.”

“You know what they say about people who are lucky at cards, don’t you?” Roy smirks as he sets up the table, revealing one of his cards - a ten. With your eight and two, it’s almost a sure win. “They’re not so lucky in love.”

“Then you must be a real heartbreaker yourself.” Seeing how he tanked yet another match. “Or is it the ‘one true love’ that’s the ideal in this equation?”

Roy curses under his breath, and you think he either didn’t hear you or is simply ignoring you until he finally replies, “Isn’t it always? Or did you not come here hoping to find a love match in Duke?”

“It wasn’t really my choice,” you shrug. “And I wasn’t hoping for anything.”

“And now?”

Roy pauses his shuffling to peek at you from under lowered lashes. He seems intent on knowing the answer, but just as you’re about to say it, he waves you off, almost pushing cards into your hands.

“I suppose if you were truly lucky, you wouldn’t be here right now.” The continuous streak of losses stripped him of manners, but also bared his more honest side to you, exposing the childish and less poised flank. “What? You can’t tell me you’re enjoying yourself here.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” you chuckle, watching him take another card from the stack. For someone so proficient at chess, in the heat of the moment, he can’t control his expression to save his life. Or maybe it’s just the wine? “I’m feeling rather lucky in that regard as well.”

He looks up at that, his face a picture of disgruntled shock. “You can’t be serious. Who in their right mind would opt to be stranded in the middle of freezing nowhere.”

“I like snow. And the company isn’t half bad, either.”

Roy’s eyes are glued to his cards, but his lips curl up in obvious pleasure. He catches himself on that fast, though, donning a lofty grimace. “Naturally. The company and the wine, at least we have that, don’t we? We should enjoy it for as long as we can.”

There’s something melancholic in the way he says it, but you don’t wish to pry. Instead, you decide to cheer him up with an offer you know he won’t be able to resist. “Do you want to bet?”

“Pardon?”

“A bet, for our final round.” As much as you’re enjoying yourself tonight, the clock is ticking, and nightfall waits for no one. “The winner gets to make a wish.”

“Oh? What kind of wish?”

“How about... a punishment? Anything’s fair game, but no takesies backsies.”

Roy half-scoffs, half snickers, at your words. “Aren’t you afraid of what I might ask of you?”

“That’s assuming you’d win.”

Roy clicks his tongue. “What if I said I’m more... motivated now?”

“And your motivation changes the outcome of the bet?”

“Why? Is that fear I hear in your voice? It’s not too late to back off if you’re so afraid of losing to me.”

“I’m not afraid.”

“No? Then let’s leave it up to fate, shall we? I hear it favors the bold.”

“Bold, not overconfident.”

“You’re stalling,” he taunts, tapping the deck of cards in a display of excited impatience. “Come, now, pick your cards. I’m curious to know if you’d [win] or [lose].”

[You won:]

Half expecting your luck to be overturned, you find it hard to suppress a grin when your two first cards turn out to be an instant win. It must be obvious because Roy preemptively blurts out a curse.

“Blackjack,” you announce gleefully, setting your cards face up on Roy’s to prove your victory. “So, is your curiosity sated?”

“That’s it. I’m summoning a paladin,” Roy mutters under his breath as he flicks the cards off the table. What a sore loser. “Ahem. Well. It’s rather late. I don’t suppose we—”

“Ah, ah, not so fast.” Not letting him escape, you latch onto his arm as he tries to stand up. “Your punishment first.”

“Being so vindictive is not attractive, my Lady,” he tuts, making only a token attempt at shrugging you off. “Besides, we could argue that I’ve already received my punishment when—”

“What happened to your bravado, Roy? You seemed so sure of yourself.”

Roy’s eyes flicker to the remaining cards that didn’t end up scattered on the floor. He quickly sends them flying, too, as one would when getting rid of evidence. “... It seems I’m simply more proficient at tactic-based games.”

“Mhm. Don’t worry, I won’t ask for anything terrible. Merely something... amusing.”

You sincerely doubt that Roy would have mercy on you, so you’re not planning to extend the courtesy, either. Still, you don’t want to humiliate him, only ruffle his feathers a little.

As you scan the room for inspiration, your gaze stops at Roy’s frilly jacket hanging from the back of his promptly vacated chair. The white collar reminds you starkly of the new uniform Cassandra showed you earlier, and thus, a marvelous idea dawns on you.

You’re a bit too eager when you share it, and so your words are rushed and garbled together, prompting Roy to raise a brow at you to accentuate his “Excuse me?”

“I said you’d be a terrible maid, but I’m sure you could make the uniform work, if nothing else.”

Roy’s lips part, but no sound escapes them. He blinks at you, as if unsure whether he should take the insult or refute it, but then the meaning of the entire sentence sinks in, and he’s left to gape at you soundlessly.

“My Lady,” he says after a while, clearing his throat two times before that. “Are you implying that you want me to...”

“Yes.”

“...wear the uniform. I see. Your tastes are truly unique.”

“You’re taking it better than I expected.”

“Are you disappointed?” Roy grins, immediately regaining his composure. “I live to defy expectations. Yours especially.”

“What an honor,” you huff, shy of rolling your eyes. “Well, then. Let’s fetch you a spare. And you’re coming with me.”

Not allowing him to have even half a thought about getting away, you fix your hold on him, grabbing him securely by the wrist. At least, that’s what you attempt, but your hand finds his instead, warm to the touch and ungloved.

It startles you as much as it does Roy. He looks at it askance, with a peculiar expression, then slowly wraps his fingers around yours.

“How very forward of you,” he breathes out in a hushed, intimate whisper, as if sharing something forbidden. “Wise, too. You better hold me tight, lest I make my escape.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“You don’t know just how much I would dare... But you’re right. I won’t flee. At least for now.”

His face is barely an inch from yours, and the newfound awareness of his proximity makes goosebumps break all over your skin.

“Right. Let’s go.”

You turn away first, wordlessly pulling Roy with you into the hallway, belatedly remembering to release his hand. Thankfully, you don’t encounter anyone on your way, but that doesn’t cause the strange feeling that overcame you to dissipate.

True to his word, Roy doesn’t attempt to evade his punishment, trailing after you to the staff room. It’s locked, but you know he carries the skeleton key, and you don’t let him bluff you into believing that he has forgotten to pocket it.

“After you,” he says, gallantly holding the door open. His smirk alleviates all charm that the gesture might have held, and so, you push him into the room before you, with a smile of your own.

“No, after you.”

“Oof!” Roy makes a scene of barely maintaining his balance with the help of a shelf, massaging his ‘injured’ arm with the other. “Not an ounce of gentleness in you, is there?”

“If you wanted me to be gentle, you should have asked beforehand.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Roy huffs, returning to searching for the uniforms when you urge him to quit dilly-dallying.

The manor has more spare clothes than it does staff, and so there are plenty available in all sizes. Roy picks a set for himself from a wooden chest, pausing to look up at you with more of a challenge in his eyes than a plea.

“Dress and all?”

“Dress and all.”

“Fine.” With a defeated sigh, he straightens, reaching for the buttons of his shirt, starting from the bottom. “Do you mind? I don’t think this was a part of the punishment.”

Chastised, you turn to face the door, giving him some privacy while he changes.

The momentary silence fills with on-and-off grunts and the swish-swash of fabric. It seems it takes longer for Roy to strip than to dress up, though given his elaborate attire, that doesn’t surprise you.

When he’s done, he coughs pointedly to catch your attention. “Well?”

The dress is slightly too short, barely covering his ankles, but he fills the upper parts of the uniform nicely. His posture is too relaxed to be taken as subservient, but his natural poise makes up for that.

“Not bad. Say, do you think Duke would let me appoint you as my personal maid?”

“Please, he’d let you appoint him as your personal maid if you only asked,” Roy scoffs, suddenly displeased. “He’d probably enjoy it, too.”

“You’re joking,” you laugh, quieting down when you notice that he doesn’t join you. His face is still twisted in that mocking grimace of his, though, so you assume he’s not entirely serious either. “What about you? You always complain that the work of an advisor is a thankless one.”

Roy barks out a laugh, his usual mirth recovered. “Why? Would you like that?”

“Like what?”

“Me, tending to you?” As he speaks, his eyes slowly slide up and down your body in a soft, intangible caress. “Dress you up in the morning, disrobe you, help you bathe.”

“Cassandra doesn’t bathe me.”

“I’m not Cassandra, am I?”

“I—”

The door behind you rattles, startling you nearly to death.

“It’s occupied!” you yell, grasping at the knob, and from the look of it, scaring the poor maid shitless.

Roy, too, blanches, pulling the dress off himself with no regard for propriety. His stupefaction doesn’t last long, and in no time, he’s snickering again, highly amused. It’s only fortunate that the maid ran off before she could hear it.

“What’s so funny?”

“I’m just wondering what sorts of rumors would be spread if you were caught in the staff room. With me. Naked.”

“Nothing flattering,” you mumble, watching the intricate knob with great interest. “I should leave first. Wait for a bit before you follow.”

“My, you make it sound naughty. It’s not like we’re having an affair.”

His comment is more barbed than jesting, but you pay it no mind, leaving it unanswered.

Still, his words are all you can think of, and you can’t seem to escape them - or Roy - even as you exit the room, quickening your pace.

[You lost:]

Though you’re usually mild-mannered, your competitiveness increases when stakes are high.

“Twenty!” you shout, smacking your cards down with vigor. “Hah! Try and top that!” The fire in you is promptly snuffed out when you see the total in Roy’s hand reaching twenty-one.

Blackjack.

“Well, well, well. Would you look at that?” Roy smirk is ever-present, stretching further when he notices you grind your teeth. “My victory.”

“After so many losses?” you comment, crossing your arms with a huff. “What kind of luck is that, the moment I wager something?”

“Don’t pout. No one likes a sore loser.” And yet, here he is, fanning his two winning cards over his face, gloating.

You slap a hand down on the table. “I want a rematch—”

“Not so fast.” Roy frowns, showing his victory in your face. “You owe me a wish, remember? I want to collect it now.”

“What? You’ve already thought of something?”

“Several ‘something,’ in fact, I’ve come already prepared. You could say I was hoping for an opportunity to... discipline you,” Roy sighs, rolling his eyes at you. “Now, let’s see what punishment would be most befitting... Cleaning Duke’s office! No, you already insist on doing that. Hm, attending a mass with Kal everyday for a— No, no, you might even enjoy it. It has to be something you’d definitely abhor— Ah, yes. You’ll dance with me, that’s your punishment.”

“What?” you ask, and whatever bizarre expression you’re showing, makes Roy chuckle with delight.

“I said you’ll dance with me—”

“I just thought the punishment was supposed to be directed at me, not you.” Honestly, with how vengeful Roy is on a good day, dancing is the last thing you’d expect from him.

You’re not the only one whose expectations are proven wrong, however.

At your easy acceptance, Roy’s face morphs into a mix of surprise and an unknown emotion. His mouth parts, but he quickly shuts, preventing himself from saying whatever’s on his mind. His usual smirk returns by the time he finally speaks, though.

“Then let’s not dilly-dally any further, shall we?”

“Of all people, I’d think that you’d like to savor the moment.”

“Oh, I wholly intend to.”

He takes a step forward before stopping, remembering his manners. “How rude of me,” he offers you an arm, playfully chastising himself. “May I have the pleasure of escorting you to the ballroom?”

“Escort me or ensure that I won’t run away?” you joke, accepting his offer. It’s not often that you get to walk side by side, as he tends to rush ahead. This time, though, he makes sure to match your pace. “How nice.”

“What is?”

“Ah. You are, I suppose.”

Roy mumbles something, but it’s too quiet for you to hear. He doesn’t notice your questioning gaze, focused solely on walking forward.

As soon as you enter the ballroom, you notice a violinist. They don’t seem surprised by your arrival, settling into playing position, awaiting a starting signal.

Hm, that’s odd.

“Did you set this up knowing you’d win? Roy?” Eventually.

Faux-hurt by the accusation, Roy clutches his chest with an exaggerated gasp. “What are you insinuating? That I cheated at cards?”

Ah, there he goes again, talking in circles to catch you - and everyone else - in whatever conversational trap he’s laid out. Not today! You’ve been hanging around the advisor too long to fall for that. It’s just like him to arrange the whole debacle just so he doesn’t have to outright ask you for a dance.

“I’m not accusing you of anything. I just think the shy side of you is rather sweet. I mean, you must have looked forward to dancing with me so much that you’d prepare all of this in advance.”

This time, it’s your genuine tone that catches him off guard, causing him to momentarily freeze mid-step. A beat of silence passes as he struggles to shoo away/contain the wave of peculiar emotions that seem to overflow him once again.

“But of course. Who wouldn’t want to plan ahead when you could have the opportunity to dance with the future... Duchess?” Before you can analyze his momentary hesitation at the title, he bows, offering you his hand. “May I take this opportunity to ask you to dance with me, my Lady?”

You quirk an eyebrow at his gallantry. “I thought you said this was punishment?”

“And you clearly established that it wasn’t, so what harm would it do for me to go through the formalities?”

“You have a point. Then... Yes, you may.”

When you lay your bare hand in his, a surge of heady warmth spreads through you. It amplifies when he curls his fingers around yours, securing his grip on you.

He steps forward, ready to lead you into the dance

“Uh, Roy?”

“Hm?”

“What about the music?” You emphasize your question by pointing your gaze toward the musician. That’s why you brought them here, right?

“Oh.” Roy blinks, only now noticing the silence. And the company. “Right.”

A haphazard wave of his unoccupied hand is enough of a command. Soon, a slow melody fills the air.

With an encouraging tug, Roy eases you into the first steps, and in no time, you both fall into the rhythm.

“I wish dancing was a more common activity here. I miss the advantages it brings.” He sighs wistfully, mid-spin.

You’re almost certain that he’d be tempted to dip you regardless of the formal type of the dance. For now, he simply leads you through the familiar steps.

“Advantages?” you ask when you see that he’s actually waiting for your input, instead of just starting his monologues automatically.

“Of course. There’s nothing better than that when you want to share secrets inconspicuously.” Roy supplies with a conspiratorial smirk. His voice drops to a whisper, prompting you to get closer to hear. “Would you like to know mine?” “Which one? I'm sure you have many.” You wince at your no-thoughts-head-empty reply. You didn’t mean to call him out, but to be fair, Roy hasn’t made himself to be an entirely truthful person either.

He doesn’t seem offended, letting out a shallow half scoff, half chuckle that might as well be just a sign of overexertion. “This one,” Roy says.

As the tune reaches a crescendo, Roy tightens his grip on your waist, then lowers you into a sharp dip.

“Roy?!”

“Dancing, like many other things, has been nothing but a show to me,” Roy continues conversationally, unaware of the mini heart attack he just caused you. He pulls you back up when the song eases into a gentle flow, holding you even closer to his chest than before. “Until I met you.”

His candor distracts you enough to lose your footing. Roy uses your misstep to his advantage, lifting you into a spin, then ending the descent with another incline.

The song ends at some point, and the only noise in the air now is your mingled breath. You’re barely aware of it— Of anything, really, beside Roy and the galloping beat of his heart reverberating through your chest.

Slowly, he eases you even lower, bringing his face closer, and closer, until a loose strand of his hair brushes against your nose, forcing contained giggles to burst out of you uninvited.

“The, uh, blood— The blood is getting to my head,” you excuse your outburst, squeezing at Roy’s arms to let him know it’s time to waive the uneven fight against gravity. He doesn’t take the hint. “Roy? Do you mind pulling me back up?”

That does it. Roy blinks owlishly, as though waking from deep sleep. Then, he all but yanks you upwards, stepping away from you as if burned.

“Well, I— I’m honored to have shared this dance with you, my Lady.” The color of his cheeks surpasses the usual wine-induced flush, matching the redness of his hair. “But I must return to— I have missives in the office. That I need to sign.”

Belatedly, Roy remembers to bow, already backing away before you manage to curtsy back.

“Ah, right,” you mumble at his retreating back. Roy’s newfound awkwardness seems to be contagious. “I’m sorry for taking up your time.”

“Don’t be,” Roy says, stopping by the door, though not daring to face you. “If anything, you could stand to demand more of it. More of me.”

Before you can reply, Roy flees with a hasty “Ah, goodnight, my Lady,” abandoning you to your stupefaction that he himself caused.

#ffsand #FFS Another Northern Duke?!#ffsand-roy #oops this was supposed to be a max of 1k words #not 3k+#but oh well 🤣

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happilychee · 9 months ago

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HC for Cana: She is a really good gambler. With her card magic, unique upbringing at the guild, and need for drinking money, she's grown pretty adept at understanding how the games are played and the math involved. She especially likes to run betting pools at the guild and lower people's guard by playing dumb and drunk before she robs them blind. If she likes you, she may take you out gambling, give advice on a winning bet, or have you give her a loan and giving back triple from her winnings.

these are golden, anon

gambling with cana

cw: slightly suggestive because. c'mon it's cana.

♡ I can't decide what's funnier: cana being a math genius and card-counting, calculating probability, assessing her opponents... or winning through dumb luck and tomfoolery. for the sake of these headcanons, let's go with the first one (though I think it would be a combination of the two.)

♡ you've just finished a job with the card mage, and the reward was quite hefty. you split it 50/50, and you manage to put most of it in a safe place before cana's nagging gets to you. you're in a bustling seaside town renowned for its casinos. it would be a waste not to try them out! a "missed opportunity." but when have you ever been able to resist indulging cana?

♡ you have no idea what you're doing. your evening outfit is cute and just shy of sexy, while cana's dress leaves little to the imagination. the blinking lights of the various machines, card tables, and roulette wheels has your head spinning. you let cana lead you around until you reach a table of old men who are definitely not looking at your face. before you can take your own seat, cana pulls you into her lap. your face burns when her hand settles on your thigh, squeezing just slightly.

♡ "don't worry about the game, 'kay? just enjoy it. these geezers won't know what hit them." you can barely breathe with the way cana's looking at you, eyes smoldering. her expression is serious and fiery, a look reserved for you, as she whispers into your ear, "can you do that for me, pretty girl?"

♡ you don't get a chance to respond because suddenly cana's laughing wildly, yelling for the dealer to throw her a hand. "we're gonna be rich, baby!" she yells. you look between her and the complicated card game, and the worry in your voice isn't completely unfounded when you say, "but, honey, you don't know how to play blackjack...?"

♡ your comment causes the other players to start laughing. cana gives your waist a slight pinch, mostly for being cheeky. they're really underestimating the two of you now, because this is certainly not a game of blackjack. not that it matters to cana. with alcohol flowing through her veins and your warm form in her lap, she feels on top of the world. the casino didn't stand a chance.

♡ "drinks on me, babe?" cana wiggles her eyebrows at you over the pile of casino chips in her arms. you laugh, your own haul shaking in your arms. you'd doubled, no- tripled what your reward for the job had been, and you were excited to not have to worry about bills for a while. that, and a small shopping spree with the fairy tail girls.

♡ "I feel a bit bad; I barely did anything!" you protested. "nonsense. I'm very lucky, because..." cana rolled her eyes, shoving the casino chips to a distressed looking employee. you ignored him as he filled one, then two, then three bags with fat wads of jewels. "...you're my good luck charm, aren't you?" cana brought her fingers under your chin, locking you in place as she leaned in. "I am?" you could feel her breath on her lips. "yeah, you are, sweet thing, cuz without you I would have lost that entire bet." you don't get to respond, because cana's pressing against your body and pressing bruising kisses to your lips. as you melt into her arms, you think that between the two of you, you're the lucky one.

#lychee writes #I go feral for cana #if it wasn't obvious #I just want her to call me a pretty girl #grgrgrgrgr #fairy tail #fairy tail headcanons #fairy tail x reader #cana alberona #urhgherghhghg

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unholy-screeching9 · 2 years ago

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This is my first request, but I was wondering if you can make an angry reader and king dice, also I really love your writing keep up the work work!

Sure thing, honey! I'm so glad you enjoy my writing. I hope this is up to your tastes.

NSFW CONTENT WARNING! 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI.

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King Dice x Angry!Reader Headcanons

(Reader’s got a cock in this one, but the pronouns are gender neutral so everyone can enjoy!)

King Dice x Angry!Reader Headcanons (GAME)

That slimy, rotten, narcissistic bastard.

How DARE your husband have the nerve to blow you off in favor of his work? For at least two weeks? And when you finally get the chance to confront him about it, he laughs in your face and tells you the stupidest thing he’s ever said:

“That’s just the way the dice roll sometimes, sweets. It’s not my fault you can barely keep your dick in your pants longer than a day without blowing a gasket. Perhaps I’ve been spoiling you too much, anyway~”

And if that wasn’t enough, before you could get past your enraged shock to make up a reply he makes his way to the door, nonchalantly calling back:

“But don’t you worry, my little pip. Next time I’m available, I’ll give you the best night you’ve had in ages. Nothing but the best, from the best, am I right?” With a deep, bellowing laugh, he steps out the door, ready to start his day on the casino floor.

Oh hell no.

How could he say all those things to you like that? There are so many things wrong with both of those statements, you could spend hours ripping them apart. Piece by piece. If only he had given you the chance to bite back.

He’s really outdone himself this time. Leaving you high and dry in your chambers, for weeks on end. Letting you grow more and more pent up by the day. And when you finally break, when you admit to him that you’re tired of waiting, he laughs at you.

He. Laughs. At. You.

That son of a bitch!

What was this to him, some sort of game? Are you just some piece of entertainment to him in the form of a spouse? …No, that’s not it. He’s not THAT cruel.

This isn’t a matter of teasing you or using you, sure, but there IS a reason why King Dice has been okay with blowing you off recently. Why he’s fine with leaving you hanging by your legs like a butcher with his meat.

You are a luxury to him. A luxury he knows damn well he won’t lose, no matter how long he makes you wait. He’s got you in a chokehold.

Well… not anymore.

You won’t let him toy with you like this any longer. You are NOT some toy for him to play with whenever he wants. You are NOT a second choice. You are a priority. You are someone he should be afraid to mess with.

And you know what? You’ll just have to prove that to him. As soon as the King is finished with his damn shift, you’ll make him take back every word he said. You’ll make him your bitch tonight.

And boy, it’ll be delicious to see your husband begging for your mercy as you fuck him senseless. To have the tides turned on him for a change. His body is yours, and you will make sure he realizes that.

So, after several glasses of red wine and a couple of cigars for good measure, you lie in wait. You head up to the balcony that rests over the main floor of the casino, and you stalk your prey from above.

Basking in the overwhelming scents of alcohol and smoke, noises of glasses clinking and loud chatter, and the suffocating atmosphere of the pit below, you let the familiar buzz from the wine take over your brain as your eyes scan every last patron, searching for the casino manager.

You spot him as he talks up some poor souls into joining a round of blackjack, that signature, cocky, disgusting grin plastered on his face as he effortlessly shuffles his cards. He makes it look so easy, it’s like magic.

Your eyes narrow onto him, taking in every last little detail. Each and every movement he makes. The way his lips move as he chats with his fellow players, distracting them effortlessly as he sneakily slips an ace of hearts up the sleeve of his waistcoat. His lucky card.

Not even that will save him tonight.

You watch the game, scoffing as Dice successfully cheats his way to the top, squandering his patrons of every last penny they have. Fools. They should know by now that the house always wins, no matter how right you play your cards.

Sighing to yourself, you suppose you can’t blame them. They fell for the exact manipulations you had. The only difference is, they fell for his game, and they lost their money. You gambled away your heart, and Dice had won. You let him take it and play with it like cat and mouse.

Well, that will change from now on. This relationship you and your husband have will NOT be some silly game any longer. Tonight, you will level the playing field. Establish equal grounds. And, most importantly, give him a taste of his own medicine.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little excited to see King Dice on his knees, bound not just by ropes, but by fear. Yes… You want to see fear in those lovely greens of his. Oh, how beautiful it will be, seeing Inkwell’s most powerful pit boss wrapped around your finger.

The night slips by right under your nose. You’ve counted every last soul Dice had swindled since you had started watching: 27. 27 souls were signed away for the Devil’s eternal enjoyment. 27 people fell for Dice’s trap.

And that was only the soul count. There had to be at least a hundred people who had lost some sort of possession to your lover’s conning.

You will be taking your sweet sweet revenge tonight, not just for yourself, but for every lost soul. For every dollar unfairly swiped.

And by the time you’re done with Dice, there’s no way he’ll be able to hide the marks you make on him for work the next day. Everyone will see the aftermath of your handiwork. Maybe, the people who suffered tonight will get just as much a kick out of it as you will.

Dice leaves the cleanup to his court, who obediently follow his demands as he saunters off the floor, ready to turn in for the night. Show time.

You leave the balcony, your footsteps echoing through the extravagant halls as you approach the large door to your chambers. You quietly slip inside, grab the spare rope and handcuffs you and Dice keep in your closet, and you wait.

A bright light floods the room as the King trudges inside your room, lazily undoing his tie as he kicks off his shoes, leaving them at the door. Before he can take so much as a step towards your bed, your hand grabs his wrist. Tightly. So much so that it startles him, a yelp escaping his throat.

“Shit, doll, you scared me!” he chuckles fondly, turning back to you. He pauses in his tracks, his eyes trailing down to your hand that took his wrist hostage, then the ropes and handcuffs in your other hand. He squints, his suspicious eyes locking into your dominant ones.

“What’s all this, darlin’? Don’t tell me you’re going to try and force me not to work with these–”

“If you know what’s good for you, you won’t say another WORD unless you’re spoken to. Do you understand me?” You growl at him, squeezing his wrist so hard your nails dig into his flesh, drawing a little blood.

Dice hisses in response, gritting his teeth and glaring down at you, frustrated that you have the nerve to speak to him in such a manner. As if you forgot exactly who he is.

“Oh, I’m sorry, just who the hell do you think you’re talking to? Because I know for damn SURE it ain’t me–”

Before he can continue, his lips are overtaken by your own. You smirk to yourself, finally silencing that arrogant mouth of his as you roughly make out with him, shaking your handcuffs threateningly each time he makes a move towards you. He will NOT be making the decisions tonight. It’s all on you.

While you have him in your grip, you take the time to unbutton his vest and undershirt, yanking the clothing off and tossing it to the side. His belt and slacks are next, and soon enough, all his clothes are in a messy heap near the bed.

Now having complete control over his naked form, your hands get to work. You keep your lips connected with his, relishing in every pained whine he makes when you drag your nails across his flesh, leaving various scratches all over his back.

Just to keep him on his toes, you bite down hard on his bottom lip, ripping a surprised shout from your lover’s throat. Heh. Who’s in charge now?

You roughly pull away, grabbing the bottom edge of his head and yanking him down to your level. Getting close to him, you grit your teeth, raise up your hand that’s holding your bondage tools, and sneer right in his face:

“I have had it with your cocky attitude lately, Dice. So you know what? I’m gonna fix that. For the rest of the night, your job is to listen and obey, got it? I don’t give a damn about what you have to say. You’ve said quite enough. You’re my bitch tonight.”

Dice stares into your eyes, getting trapped in the sheer authority in your pupils. God, he had forgotten how addicting they are to look at. He could get lost in them for ages if he had the time.

Your pathetic attempt at dominance was… strangely intriguing. As much as he wants to punish you for trying to take charge without permission, a small part of him was nagging for him to give you a chance. To humor you. You had been waiting a long time for him to satisfy you, why not see where this goes?

“...Alright, sugar. You win. Your wish is my command.”

“On your knees. Now.” You demand. Dice blinks for a moment, staring at you in questioning, before slowly obeying, lowering himself on one knee, and shifting his other to the floor.

He opens his mouth to question your motives, but before words can come out, you slam his legs together, tying him up by his ankles. You bring his hands behind his back and cuff them so tightly that you both are positive the handcuffs will leave bruises behind once you’re through with him. Perfect. That’s one way you’ll mark him up.

Now that he’s completely bound and barely able to move, Dice looks up at you, watching in interest as you start to undress yourself. As much as you were trying to intimidate him, he was more turned on than anything.

He’ll never complain of the opportunity to admire you as you strip yourself. You’re just so beautiful… he’ll never admit it, but he truly did miss seeing your naked body. It’s been too long, and he feels slightly ashamed that he had to choose work over you time and time again.

He supposes… the least he could do is indulge in your sexual fantasies for a second. Let you have a taste of power, and get a feel for dominance.

However, that does not mean he won’t at least tease you along the way.

As you finally finish undressing, you lean down over his kneeling form, gripping his biceps and digging your nails back into his flesh as you leave rough hickeys and bites all over his front. And god, as much as it hurts, it’s so amusing to see you try and get a reaction out of him.

“Gee, darlin’, you’re really that down bad for me tonight, huh? And what’s with these silly restraints? Come on, uncuff me. Let me show you a good time–”

“Shut up.” You growl, cutting him off and rendering him speechless.

Did… did you just tell him to shut up?

Dice’s mood shifts, and not in a good way. He’s no longer amused. No… He’s furious.

“What did you say to me?” Your partner questions, his eyes glowing in outrage as he stares at you, demanding for you to try him again.

Much to his shock, you do.

“What, is your lack of proper ears rendering you deaf? I said SHUT UP. You have some nerve, disobeying me when you’re tied down like that, Dice. Speak again and I’ll make you regret it.”

Dice’s fists clench from behind his back. How… How dare you?! Not only did you tell him to shut up TWICE now, but you threatened him, AND you called him ‘Dice’ when you know you’re supposed to call him ‘King’ in the bedroom.

To hell with your puny threats. To hell with indulgence. Your attitude needs a fix, and this silly little game of yours has gone on long enough.

“That’s KING to you, you little bastard. You’ve got a lot of audacity tonight, and you know what? I’ve entertained this for far too long. Let me out of these restraints RIGHT NOW if you know what’s good for–”

-SMACK!-

Dice yelps in surprise, hissing at the sudden, piercing stinging sensation spreading through his ass. You didn’t…

You didn’t just spank him, did you?

“Did you just… did you just SPANK me?!”

“I did, and if you don’t straighten up I’ll gladly do it again, princess. You better watch yourself before I smack you so hard you won’t be able to FEEL your ass for the next week. I mean it. I’m not your fucking toy tonight, Dice.”

Dice… Dice can’t even form a coherent sentence. Where the hell did this side of you come from?! He hasn’t seen you act like this in ages. The nerve you have, to stand up to him and treat him this way, just because he’s had to work a few extra hours a night recently.

…Why is this side of you so hot?!

Dice is at a loss. How in the hell do you make the idea of being fucked until he sees stars so desirable? Is this how you feel when he exhibits power over you? Fuck, this is wild!

Taking his lack of response to your advantage, you grip the bottom edge of his head once more, forcing him to look you right in your eyes.

“By the time I’m done with you, you’re barely gonna be able to walk. Keep testing me, and I’ll make sure I render you BEDRIDDEN. And then, you can explain to your boss that you can’t come into work because you let your spouse destroy your dignity and your body in the bedroom. It’s your choice.”

Your lover stares at you in nothing but awe, ass cherry red from your hand, back decorated with around 12 scratches, his collarbone blackened and bruised with 9 teeth marks and 6 hickeys.

27 marks. One mark for every damned soul taken.

You find it in you to smirk down at him, grinning maliciously as he has done to you countless times. It feels glorious to finally be the one to make the rules, especially after he’s been nothing but an insolent dick to you for the past few days. Revenge is so sweet, isn’t it?

“You’re gonna be nothing but a puddle of sweat and bruises by the time I’m done with you, Dice. Maybe, you’ll learn a lesson from this experience.”

His eyes widen as he stares at you, completely lost on what to say. There’s not much to say at that point.

He couldn’t lie… you were scaring him a little. A lot. You hadn’t EVER been this riled up before, and the fact that he pushed you to these limits was certainly a shame on his part. He had failed to satisfy you for far too long, and god, was he afraid of these consequences.

It’s a delicious sight to see. Your husband’s toned, ivory form trembling slightly. His mouth slightly agape. His eyes. Oh, his eyes…

Bright green, glowing in fear. Yes. Yes!

You’ve got him right where you want him, and he’s finally going to just sit quietly and let you do your work.

“I-I…”

Well, maybe he won’t shut up just yet.

Another swift spank is delivered to Dice’s ass, cutting off his words and coaxing an agonized groan from his lips. Low, husky, and gruff. God, that was hot. You want to hear it again. And again.

So, you continue.

Each new mark you make, each sound coming from Dice’s throat, the look of pleasured pain and slight embarrassment on his face as he grits his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut, it turns you on that much more.

The bastard is lucky he’s so beautiful when he’s on his knees for you like that, otherwise you’d have kicked him to the curb as soon as he started acting up.

But you suppose, after a rough lesson on respect, you may be able to forgive him. It’ll depend on how much he whines for you. Begs for your mercy. Screams praises as you completely wreck his ass.

And you waste no time.

With a swift stomp on his back, you make him bend over and eat the marble flooring, grinning as his ass bends upwards for you. Perfect. Just where you want him.

“Ow! Darlin’, not so rough! You coulda- AAHH!~”

Dice can’t even finish his sentence before your cock is shoved inside of his ass, stuffing him so full any thoughts he had about being shoved to the floor dissipate into mere nothingness.

And that moan he just made.. oh god, that was beautiful. He’s such a pretty little slut for you. You want to make him moan again. You want to hear him scream and shout for you.

You want to make him sing.

As more dirty thoughts enter your mind, your body moves on its own, your hips ramming against Dice’s ass over and over again. Fuck, his ass fit your dick perfectly. He’s so tight around you it almost hurts.

You don’t get the chance to fuck him like this often. In fact, you don’t even remember the last time you did. You never really had a reason to.

Until now.

“You know why you’re being punished by these restraints? You know why you’re not allowed to make any moves tonight? Do you?!” You demand, picking up and pace, your hands gripping Dice’s broad shoulders so tightly that your knuckles turn white.

Dice groans loudly in pleasure as you slam your erection into him, his eyes squeezing shut as he tries to form a coherent thought.

“Ngh! I- hah -I d-!”

“Answer me!”

“I DO!~” Dice wails in pleasure, throwing his head back and trying to move to your thrusts, desperate for you. Fuck, you feel heavenly inside of him like that. And he wants more of it. More.

And perhaps, if he plays his cards right, he’ll get a full house.

If.

“Why, then? Why are you my little whore tonight, instead of the other way around?”

“I- HAH! -I’ve been a bad boy, baby! Ohhh, SHIT!!” Dice cries out for you, screaming in pleasure as you make a particularly hard thrust into him.

“That’s right. You’ve been a very bad boy, blowing me off for weeks and then laughing in my face the way you did. Do you know what happens to bad boys, Dice?”

Another hard slam into his ass and your lover whines in pleasure.

“They get restrained-! And their asses are fucked until they’re raw!~” He answers your question, moaning helplessly in pleasure. What a pathetic little shell of a man you’ve turned him into.

People cower whenever Dice walks through the door, trembling underneath his looming shadow. They weep for the losses they suffer whenever they dare to play Dice’s game.

And now look at him. The same man who intimidates hundreds, and seduces thousands more, is a whining mess at your feet.

It was laughable. Pitiful. Adorable.

As his moans get louder and louder, you watch his cuffed hands clench into fists as he trembles beneath you. You see the telltale signs: your husband is about to reach his peak.

You’re getting close too. You feel it. Your cock is tightening. God. Every last drop of your seed is about to be shot into his ass, which will certainly push him over the edge as well… But has he earned that?

Right as you are about to hit your climax, you stop moving. You pull out of him completely, earning a sweet, lamenting whine from the overexcited man beneath you.

“Ohhh, darlin’, that’s not fair!” he cries to you, looking back at you with pure lust in his icy eyes. The pitiful display of him looking back towards you, silently pleading for you to continue… you almost feel bad for him. Almost.

“I don’t know if you’ve earned this, Dice. Maybe I should finish myself off, and have you watch…”

“NO! Please, doll, I BEG of you! I’ll do anything you want! I’ll be so good for you! I’ll kneel! I’ll whine, moan, sing, whatever you want! Please, shoot your spent into me!”

You can’t help but laugh at his desperation. Loudly. A bright, loud, mocking laugh as he looks at you almost heartbrokenly. Just like you had, that very morning. You consider this moment one of the best ways of payback you’ve ever come up with. Surely, Dice won’t make that mistake again.

“I don’t know… Will you be good for me? Truly?”

“YES! Yes, sweetheart, I’ll be the best for you! I promise that!”

“I can’t hear you. Speak up.”

“I’LL BE SO GOOD FOR YOU, BABYDOLL! FOR FUCK��S SAKE, YOU’RE KILLING ME HERE!” He cries, loudly. Achingly. Longingly. Oh, you’ve got him now. You’ve got him RIGHT where you want him.

“Hmmm… Alright, pretty boy. I’ll give you my load. On ONE condition.”

“You name it! ANYTHING!”

Your hand turns his head so you can make eye contact with him, staring right into his weary expression.

“You never pull what you did this morning on me again. Ever.”

“Consider it done! I promise!!”

Well… you suppose you could work with that.

“Alright then.”

Dice screeches in euphoria as you slam your cock back inside, growling as you chase your release. Once you find it, you scream in pleasure and bite down on your lover’s shoulder, your seed exploding into his rectum.

Holy SHIT, that feels good. For the past two weeks, Dice had left you completely full, and about to burst. It feels incredible to finally release all of that fluid pent up in you.

The sheer intensity of your orgasm is enough for Dice to finally reach his own, and he lets out a melodic scream as his fluids burst from his cock, spilling onto the floor in front of him. You smile to yourself as you watch him ride out his high, staring at the delicious mess he leaves behind.

Your fingers gently trace the still fresh scratches you left all over your husband’s back, chuckling at each flinch he makes. You may have gone a little overboard, but you got your point across. And, you got him to admit his faults. What a fantastic night for you.

It’ll be priceless to watch him try and get up in the morning.

Satisfied with your work, you pull yourself out from him, grinning as a small stream of your seed makes its way down Dice’s crack, spilling all the way down to his inner thighs. You stuffed him to the top, and honestly? It’s a precious sight. He really does look handsome tied down the way he is, your fluids leaking out of him.

But alas, he can’t stay tied up forever.

You uncuff him and undo the knot bounding his feet together, wincing slightly at the marks the materials leave behind. Ouch…

“Shit, Dice, I’m–”

“Don’t even think about apologizing, my love.”

Your eyes widen as Dice shakily gets up, clutching onto you for support, grinning down at you with nothing but infatuation in those lovestruck eyes of his.

“I’m the one who should be sorry, for how I behaved this morning. I shouldn’t have left you in the dust like that. I hope I was able to make it up to you tonight…?”

You laugh softly at his implied question, planting a gentle kiss onto his cheek as you guide him over to the bed, making sure he didn’t stumble or fall.

“You were great for me tonight, honey… your debt is repaid.”

King Dice x Angry!Reader Headcanons (SHOW)

You had left. For five. Minutes.

FIVE MINUTES.

The ONE night King Dice has the chance to treat you to a nice dinner in your favorite restaurant, on your anniversary, what does he do?

He leaves, right in the middle of your date. Your food hadn’t even come out yet.

You told the bastard you were going to use the restroom, and he sweetly tells you he’ll be there. You leave, for five fucking minutes, and come back to an empty table. Well, almost empty.

There’s a note on Dice’s end of the table, hastily scribbled on a napkin. Your eyes scan the messy handwriting, your blood boiling more and more by the second.

“Gotta run, sweetheart. Something came up at the studio. That’s showbiz for ya! I’ll see you soon. - KD”

That fucking jackass!

He had promised to spend time with you on your special night. This was the one thing you had wanted on your anniversary, and he can’t even give you that? Not even an hour of his time?

Your dinner is suddenly unappetizing. You barely even touch it, glaring at the empty seat across from you like it had offended your mother. Thankfully, your waiter graciously boxes it up for you. At least someone in this town has some decency.

You catch a cab home, tossing your leftovers in the trash before shucking off your fancy outfit, kicking off your shoes, and crawling into your four-poster bed. It’s around 11 p.m. at this point, and your husband isn’t even home yet. You can’t tell if you should be relieved or even more angry at his absence. What a damn coward, not even being there to hear you out.

The bed is cold. Uninviting. Lonely. You spend your anniversary alone, your lover nowhere in sight. Cold, Dice. Really fucking cold.

What, are you just his trophy? His prize? A toy he plays with whenever he has the time and energy for it? Is that what you are to him?!

You sleep fitfully that night, tossing and turning, the duvet tangling you up and trapping you in their embrace. Better to be embraced by the sheets than nothing, at least. But, still…

If only your husband could have kept his promise to you. If only your husband wasn’t such an unreliable, crude prick to you on the one night you both are supposed to spend celebrating your love for each other.

You feel anything but loved.

Dice returns late that night to a practically destroyed bed, and a heartbroken, sleeping spouse. Unfortunately, he’s too exhausted to think of anything but getting some shut-eye himself, so he simply collapses beside you, passing out.

God, what a horrible anniversary.

The alarm goes off at 5:30 a.m. sharp, right on schedule. But this time, instead of exchanging sleepy ‘good morning’s, you immediately sit up and stare your husband down as he drowsily fumbles his hand over the clock, trying to mess with the snooze button before giving up entirely and chucking the thing off his nightstand. Sweet, blissful silence followed after that. Until…

“Dice.”

“Mmm… five… five more minutes…”

You slam your palm against your head in irritation, three seconds away from smacking the shit out of him. How could he think about sleep right now after he pulled what he did yesterday?!

“Dice, wake the fuck up and explain to me why you thought it would be okay to completely ditch me last night!”

“Mmfh… wha-? Oh, right.” Dice lets out a yawn and sits up, stretching his arms and cracking his back before looking over at you, smiling sheepishly “Sorry about that, sugar. There was something I needed to take care of down at the studio, for tonight’s big weekend bas–”

“I don’t give a damn about what it was for, Dice! God, can you even go five minutes without bringing up your show? You skipped our anniversary! You didn’t even leave anything to pay for the meal you didn’t eat! I had to catch a damn cab home, and I had to fall asleep in a cold bed! Alone! On our anniversary!!” You exclaim, growing tired of your husband’s antics.

How could he do this to you? He had one job, and he blew it! You have every right to be as angry as you are with him, and boy, were you ready to make it known.

But Dice? Well, he was not having it.

“Now hold it, doll. I didn’t want to leave in the middle of our date, but I didn’t have much of a choice! I would have had to leave at some point, and I figured the quicker I got things done, the quicker I’d be back home to-”

“I was asleep by the time you got home!” You shouted, shaking your head. “It wouldn’t have made any difference in how you got back home! The least you could have done was wait until after dinner, but you didn’t!”

“Look, darlin’, I don’t know what to tell ya. It’s just showbiz. Things happen, and I gotta take care of my responsibilities.” He smirks, cups your chin, and plants a gentle peck to your lips. “However… Maybe I’ll make it up to you tonight, after the show. That is, if you don’t fall asleep of course!”

Dice laughs. He fucking laughs as he gets up, humming to himself as he gets ready for his day. You… you do nothing. You watch him, mouth slightly ajar as he gets dressed, slips on his shoes, and waltzes out the door. As if he didn’t just blow you off.

God, you’re so angry you don’t even have the words.

That egotistical BASTARD!

How dare he treat this like some minor inconvenience that he can make up with some quick fuck after his show? Do your feelings really mean that little to him?!

…Of course they do.

When it comes down to it, your husband is a showman, at his core. And showmen are always the ones who let their fame get to their heads. The ones whose egos blimp up to the size of a whale. The ones who have no regard for anyone else’s feelings but their own. Not even their families’.

Well… THAT’S going to change. Tonight.

You are DONE being treated as some second-hand object of satisfaction. You are so much more than that. You’re King Dice’s partner. His spouse. You are a person, god dammit, and it’s about time he recognized that.

So, you get up a little earlier than you usually do, a plan striking your mind. He wants to play this game with you? Oh, you’ll play. You’ll happily play his game. Except you aren’t one of his mindless fools for contestants. He’s yours.

Dice sighs softly in relief as he strolls back to his dressing room, happy to have some time to relax a bit before the show starts. His rehearsal didn’t take nearly as long as his team thought it would. In fact, they only needed one run-through before deeming the host ready for performance.

Not that he’s surprised, After all, he’s not Number One for nothing.

What he is surprised about, however, is who’s waiting for him in his room.

The lights flicker on, and Dice jumps in shock at your waiting form, seated comfortably on the couch he keeps for you.

“Oh! Came a little early today, hm?” Dice grins as he shuts the door behind him, making his way over to you and resting his hands on your–

A loud, warning -CRACK!- interrupts his movements. Dice’s eyes trail over to yours, locking with your fiery, raging pupils. He can only stare for a couple moments before he forces himself to break from your gaze, his stare traveling down to what you’re holding in your hands.

…Oh, lord.

You brought THAT with you?

You smirk to yourself, glaring right up at him as your thumbs nonchalantly mess with the ends of the flogger you brought with you, the leather strings curling obediently around your fingers.

“Hello, Dice.” You start casually, standing up and tracing your fingers along the side of his clothed bicep. “How was your rehearsal?”

“O-oh, it was fine, dear. It went by quicker than normal.”

“Oh, good! So that means you have time to play with me.”

Dice stares at you in slight shock, eyes flickering back and forth from your gaze to the whip in your hand… just what are you planning?

“Play with you…?” He questions, hesitantly taking a step back. Why are you looking at him like that?

“Yes, Dice. I want you to play with me before your show. You know, to ‘make up’ for your dick move last night.” You sneer, stepping towards him, making another -CRACK!- with the flogger.

“Look, darlin’, I know you’re still upset, but I don’t think having sex before the show is very—”

“Shut your mouth”

…What did you say?

Dice’s shock immediately evaporates, leaving nothing but outrage behind. Did you just tell him of all people to be quiet?

“…Care to repeat that for me?”

“I told you to SHUT YOUR MOUTH, you prick. I know you have trouble hearing sometimes, with your head so far up your own ass.”

For emphasis, and much to Dice’s enragement, you bring your hand swiftly over his ass and give it a hard -SPANK!-

…What the fuck?!

What the hell has gotten into you? He understands you’re upset, but there is no way that warrants you the right to talk to him like that. Not when he is the one in charge.

“Why, you INSOLENT little–”

Before he can berate you for DARING to spank him the way you did, your lips overtake his own, and you wrestle with his tongue for dominance as you yank off each and every layer of clothing he has. In retaliation, Dice tries to push you away so he can continue his rant, but a warning crack of your flogger puts a pause to his movements immediately.

Fuck, you’re so intimidating when you break out the flogger. The last time you used that, Dice’s back was so sore he had trouble moving for days.

He truly was in for it now, wasn’t he?

You yank your mouth away from your husband’s, gripping his shoulder and forcing him down to your level, your piercing stare stabbing him to his core.

“Now you listen to me, you egotistical son of a bitch. We’re gonna play our own little game before your show tonight. Treat it as an extra warm-up beforehand, except we’re playing by my rules this time. Understand me?”

Dice is at a loss for words, mouth agape as he stares at you with wide, offended eyes. You really know how to get to him when you’re angry like this. It’s honestly a little terrifying.

“DO YOU?!”

“A-alright, alright! Would you keep it down?! Someone might hear us!” Dice hisses in reply, hands resting at your sides in an attempt to calm you.

That was the wrong move.

You slam your flogger right onto his stomach, ripping a surprised yell from your partner as he falls to his knees from the impact. Fuck, he forgot how much that hurts! Especially right on his chest like that. It stings, horribly.

“Careful, Dice. ‘Someone might hear us.’” You reply mockingly, stepping around his kneeling form and delivering another blow to his back, relishing in the sweet, sensual whines that emit from your lover’s throat.

Again, and again. You deliver hit after hit, beautifully marking up Dice’s ivory back with your tool, getting more and more turned on by each and every cry and screech he makes. He sounds so cute when he’s the one following the rules. It’s so adorable, so precious… so pitiful.

After a few more blows to the back, you decide he’s had enough for a while. However, that doesn’t mean you’re done with him yet. Oh, no… you’ve got a long way to go.

You better make sure he stays put, then.

To Dice’s very vocal dismay, you reach into your bag and pull out a long string of rope, forcing him into a kneeling position with his legs spread, and tying him up by his hands and ankles. Of course he feels like he has to get his opinion on how tight you tie his restraints, because Dice’s feelings are so much more important than your own.

“Shit, doll, easy on the ropes! That hurts! OUCH! For god’s sakes, not so tight, you–”

“QUIET.” You growl in warning, making a threatening motion towards your whip. “You better quit your yapping, or so help me god I’ll WRECK you so hard you won’t be able to perform on your show for the next WEEK!” You bellow into his face, your nails digging into each of his shoulders, prompting a hiss of pain from him.

“Okay, okay! Could you please just loosen them a little if you insist on tying me up like this?”

You pretend to think for a moment, placing a finger on your chin and tapping three times.

“Hmm… no.”

“Oh, come on! You’re gonna leave even more marks all over–”

“NO.”

Seeing no way out of this, Dice rolls his eyes and finally closes his arrogant mouth. It’s about damn time. You’re starting to get impatient with him.

Luckily for you, it’s about time you start teaching Dice a lesson on respecting your time. And your feelings.

Forcing him to bend down slightly, you step in front of him and begin stripping down, tossing your top off to the side and kicking off your bottoms. Your underwear comes off soon after, your cock springing to life.

Dice can’t help but stare at your size, gawking slightly as he feels his own erection start forming. Okay, okay, he’ll admit it to himself… you’re so fucking hot when you’re in charge, It’s exhilarating, not knowing what your next move will be. You keep him on his toes, waiting in anticipation for your call.

You step in front of him, grabbing the top edge of his head and forcing him to look upwards, positioning your tip right up against his mouth,

“Suck it.”

The raw force in your voice is enough to spring him into action, and Dice immediately puts his mouth to work, his lips hugging the length of your dick as he starts bobbing his head up and down. Ohhh, shit… He’s so lucky that tongue of his works wonders for your cock, otherwise you probably would have already cut it off.

As narcissistic as your husband may be… he surely does know how to satisfy you with his mouth.

You growl quietly in pleasure, keeping your hand on his head, occasionally guiding him to take more and more of your length until he’s sucking you off balls deep. The feeling is incredible… but unfortunately for him, it’s not enough for your forgiveness.

And certainly not enough for you to give him your load, either.

Before he can reap the rewards of his hard work, you yank yourself out of him, finding amusement in the frustrated whine he makes.

“Dammit, darlin’, quit teasing me already!”

“Ah! Be careful, Dice.” You warn, grabbing the flogger and shaking it in front of his face. “We wouldn’t want that pretty chest of yours to become my canvas too, now would we?”

With a low, husky growl, Dice reluctantly shuts his mouth again, silently enjoying the remnants of your taste on his tongue.

There. Now he’s getting it… sort of.

You smirk down at him, leaning down and pressing a hard kiss onto him, stealing what little taste of seed he had off of his tongue. As you make out with him, you mutter soft degradations into his mouth:

“How does it feel, to be stripped of your authority for a change? To reap the consequences of your stupid actions? It doesn’t feel very good, does it? Tell me, Dice. How does it feel to be nothing more than a pathetic little brat?”

“Oh, shut up. We both know I am still the one in charge around here, you little harlot. Just because you’ve got the upper hand on me this time, doesn’t change a thing.”

“Ooh, strong words, coming from the man who whines to me whenever I make a mark! I wonder how all your little fans would react, seeing you reduced to nothing more than a sweaty little bitch. If only I could record the noises you make. Do you realize how easily I’d be able to end your career? I could do it right now if I wanted. Watch yourself.”

Dammit. Dammit. You… You’re right.

Dice grunts in defeat, letting you pull away from him, a small string of saliva connecting your mouths together. This is humiliating. He and you both know damn well that everything you say is true. Right now, you’ve got the power. You are the one who makes the calls. You are the one completely in control over him.

It hurts. It hurts so good.

You’re incredibly sexy when you display your dominance like this, as much as he hates to admit it. You have him wrapped around your finger… and god, it’s frustratingly alluring.

He wants you, more than anything.

Luckily, you’re ready to chase your release.

With a swift kick of your leg, you force Dice to fall forward, face landing right on the ground as your hands hungrily spread his cheeks open.

“OUCH! Dammit, doll, not so rOUGHHH!~”

The suffocating feeling of being stuffed with your cock overtakes Dice’s vocals, choking out a loud moan from the back of his throat as you start slamming your hips into his ass, over and over.

Oh, fuck.

You’re going so hard. So fast, Out of nowhere. There’s no time for Dice to adjust to your size. Oh, god, it hurts. It hurts so much, Every thrust feels like it's tearing his ass apart,

He never wants you to stop.

Each time your dick slides in and out of his ass, it’s a whole nother world of pained pleasure. And the way your nails dig into his shoulders as you keep him steady? The way you scratch in warning every time he squirms from underneath you? It’s fucking heavenly.

He’ll never know what heaven is like. He had damned his own soul to hell long before you both even met each other. But if he was asked to describe how heaven would feel? There’s absolutely no doubt in his mind that it would feel just like this.

Damn his show for starting soon. Damn you for not waiting to do this until afterwards, when he would have more time to enjoy the feeling of your cock ripping him to shreds. And damn him for making you this upset, to the point where you felt you had to do this to him, to teach him a lesson.

Yes… damn him, Damn him to hell.

He deserves every last bit of treatment you’ve given him, and he knows it. He’s reaping each and every last consequence of your wrath, and fuck, he deserves it all.

However…

You’re unknowingly spoiling him. You’re fucking him raw, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t savoring every last bit of it. Memorizing each way you shove your cock into his hole, hitting him in just the right spot.

It’s euphoric. Incredible. He doesn’t deserve this type of pleasure.

Your sudden growling interrupts Dice from his thoughts.

“You understand why you’re being punished, you little slut?!” You shout, picking up the pace as you scratch his shoulders once more, demanding an answer.

“YES! Yes, doll, I understand!~”

“Answer me then, Dice. Why? Why am I punishing you, huh? Why aren’t you allowed to move while I fuck you so hard you can barely function? Answer me!”

“Because I’ve been a very naughty boy, baby!” Dice whines loudly, throwing his head back in pleasure as you pound into him with every last ounce of strength you have.

“You have been, you pompous bastard. You know why you’ve been a bad boy?”

“I-I skipped out on our special night… I left you at that restaurant, without my wallet, and without a ride-!”

“That’s right, you jackass! You left me high and dry, on our anniversary!” You feel angry tears prick the corners of your eyes as you ram your cock into his hole, your teeth clenching in frustration. “You made me feel like I was NOTHING! On the ONE night where I was supposed to be EVERYTHING!”

“I’M SORRY, SWEETHEART!” Dice chokes out, tears of his own leaking from his eyes and running down his cheeks as he finally feels the weight of his mistakes landing down on him like a grand piano falling from the ceiling. “I shouldn’t have left you the way I did, especially on our anniversary… It isn’t fair to you! You deserve better, doll! And I’m sorry I couldn’t be there when you needed me!”

Faster. Harder. Hungrier. Your emotions elevate along with your thrusts as Dice cries out his apologies to you. Fuck, you’re getting close. You’re getting so close, you feel like you’re about to explode. And the way Dice is whining his tender praises to you is NOT helping your case.

But as much as he is apologizing, as much as he is trying to right his wrongs of the previous night and that morning, it’s just not enough. You won’t give him the satisfaction he’s looking for. You will NOT give him your load just yet.

Dice’s moans and whines get louder and higher in pitch as he gets closer and closer to reaching his own climax, but before he can reach that sweet release he’s after, you stop moving. You completely pause, only the tip of your dick stuck in his ass as Dice lets out an agonized scream of desperation.

“OHHH, FUCK, my dear, this isn’t fair! PLEASE don’t stop like that, I’m so close to exploding I can FEEL it! PLEASE, just finish what you’ve–”

“I don’t think so, pretty boy. I don’t think you’ve earned my load and your release just yet.” You growl in intimidation, grabbing his head and twisting it to the side so you can look him right in his helpless, longing, pitiful eyes. A stark contrast to the collected, confident, and addicting irises you’re so used to seeing.

“Apologizing is not enough. You ruined me. You think that a simple ‘I’m sorry’ is gonna make things better? DO YOU?!”

Dice squirms and struggles against his restraints, doing everything in his power to at least break a hand free so he can cup your face. All he wants to do is hold you. To caress your skin. To kiss you so much you feel over appreciated. To make up for his foolishness.

But, you’ve tied him too tight. It’s no use. He can’t break free. It’s yet another consequence he has to deal with.

So, he leans into the palm of your hand, turning his head and planting several kisses against your skin as fresh tears stream down his face, ruining the makeup from his rehearsal.

“Doll, I promise you, whenever I get the chance I’ll make it up to you. I’ll take you back to that restaurant, and any other places of your choice for the next week. And so help me, I’ll pay for all of it. And afterwards? I’ll make you feel so loved you’ll NEVER have to feel this way again. And that’s a guarantee, the show be damned. I beg of you, PLEASE let me make this up to you!”

You let him speak, your anger slightly disappearing with every word he spits out. He really does know how to sweet talk you into his arms… It’s what made you fall for him in the first place. He’s got such a way with words…

Except, it’s still not quite enough to convince you to release inside of him.

However, a mischievous idea strikes your mind, and you pat yourself on the back for deciding to do this before his biggest night of the week. Oh, this’ll make up for his actions.

But first, you need to play along.

“Alright, Dicey, I’ll give you what you want…”

Without any warning, you pick up right back where you left off, this time, with the intent of chasing down your orgasm. And boy, when you find it? Your seed shoots right into Dice’s ass, stuffing him so much that his stomach distends slightly with the amount of fluid you’ve released inside of him.

Oh, FUCK, that’s so warm… that’s it.

Dice lets out a pleasured scream as he finally reaches what he’s been after since you’ve started this little game of yours, his cum squirting from his hardened erection and spilling in a massive puddle all over the wooden floors. That’ll surely leave a stain… but hey, that’s what carpets are for, right?

And oh, before you let him off the hook just yet… you’ve got one more surprise up your sleeve.

As you pull yourself out of your lover, you quickly grab something else from your bag. Before Dice can question what you’re doing, you shove the buttplug up his rectum, effectively keeping every last drop of your seed inside him.

“Five minutes!”

You watch in joyful satisfaction as Dice’s face somehow becomes even paler at the call, his eyes locking onto yours in horror.

“Doll, you wouldn’t…”

“Oh, I would. Consider this your last price to pay, for messing with my heart the way you did.”

He trembles slightly as you untie the ropes, guiding him onto his feet, and helping him quickly redress.

You watch in amusement as Dice stumbles to the mirror and quickly removes the streaks of mascara on his cheeks with a dash of makeup remover, laughing in amazement as his cue is called right as he is in the middle of reapplying his eyeshadow.

Oh, this’ll be perfect.

“Good luck out there, honey!” You murmur teasingly, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, smoothing down a few wrinkles in his waistcoat, and watching in eagerness as your partner makes his way to the door on shaky, unstable legs.

He gives you a look of complete and utter betrayal before swinging open the door and doing his best not to fall on his face as he walks towards the stage.

Oh, how SWEET revenge can taste.

#cuphead #the cuphead show #cuphead dont deal with the devil #king dice #king dice cuphead #king dice x reader #king dice headcanons #headcanons #smut

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rathayibacter · 9 months ago

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as a TTRPG designer, how would you approach blackjack / a risk reward type mechanic (I am going to steal)

oh hell yea i genuinely love folks doin stuff like this, ideas are meant to be taken and ran with

and youre in luck cuz ive talked about this before w friends! i think push your luck mechanics fuckin rule in ttrpgs. something i think about a lot is how most dice-based ttrpgs have an actually pretty shallow skill ceiling. like, there's skill involved in making your build, and using your resources at the right time, but once you have your build and know how to spend resources a lot of the actual mechanical fabric of play is just rolling a die with as many modifiers on it as possible and hoping it passes the GM's threshold. there's not a lot of ownership over winning, and not a lot of regret in losing. so yea i think Blackjack's a real promising approach!

so lets talk about the actual meat and potatoes. what's Blackjack bringing to your game, what're the costs, and what's the design space?

Blackjack's letting you turn every roll into a meaningful gamble, where the players can decide how far they want to go and how much they want to risk to accomplish their goals. already that sets a kind of tone for the game, where PCs aren't really noble heroes (or, at the very least, they're noble heroes in a world that makes no effort to coddle them). failure is always a possibility, and disaster is always your fault.

in terms of costs, there's one real big one right off the bat: playing a minigame takes time and mental effort. this is the primary advantage of dice, you barely have to stop to roll a die and see if it was good or not. if you're playing Blackjack every time you do something, you're gonna get very little done. so you're gonna wanna make every game really count! the Blackjack only comes out when the stakes are big. Viditya Voleti describes a fun dice mechanic here where multiple actions from different players can be resolved with one check, and that's another way you could handle something like this.

so okay here's the fun part: design space. here's a first pass at a Blackjack ttrpg mechanic.

whenever you're in a tense situation with everything on the line, play a game of Blackjack. players may bet any amount of Strength, Stakes, and Survival, though some games may have minimum bets established by the dealer. the dealer chooses their face-up card from a hand of three, then deals their face-down card from the deck. when the round is over, the dealer pays out all bets, then describes how the gamestate has changed. if a player went bust, they fail catastrophically. their hubris comes crashing down on them. if a player lost to the dealer, they fail, but they're not out. they can push their luck and try again. if a player tied or beat the dealer, things go well for them. they pushed ahead, got what they wanted, and can try again for double or nothing. if a player got a Blackjack, they succeeded beyond their wildest expectations, double their winnings, and get full narrative control. Strength can be spent to buy new skills and abilities, to gain an edge in future games. Stakes can be spent to buy narrative beats, and many obstacles require payment before a certain number of games elapse. Survival is spent to mitigate the costs of failure and ensure your character doesn't meet an untimely end.

something i really like here is how the dealer gets some control over the difficulty of the check. once the game starts, they're still essentially automated, but they can choose to make a particular game easier or harder on the players. the three currencies also give some texture to each bet, and the GM can play this up by requiring certain minumum bets. a game against a brutal killer might cost 3 Survival upfront, so if you lose you're in a precarious place but if you win you'll be (temporarily) untouchable. it could also allow for a game world where multiple Blackjack games are present at a single time, offering different buyins and payouts to the players. they might be investigating a murder in a small town, and each suspect is represented by a potential Blackjack match. the antagonist of a long campaign might be available from the very start, sitting smugly behind an impossible game of incredible stakes, waiting for the players to build up the courage to take them down.

anyway, those are just a few thoughts on this! lmao

#ttrpgs #oh and naturally if you wanna take some or all of this go ahead #even if you're not the anon who asked #just give me a shoutout #oh and let me know cuz id love to check it out!

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danses-with-dogmeat · 1 year ago

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Day 9 -- Dazzle

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 9 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Stripping with Dazzle x F!Six

Yay, Dazzle! She was super fun to explore, for the mere reason that she's just... well, she's not a super big character in FONV, so there was lots of freedom concerning her true personality (I think she probably puts on a bit of a show when she talks to the courier in-game, so it's not really her true self that you get to see most of the time, but that's just my opinion)

I hope y'all enjoy! <3

Here is the link to my Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Stripping, undressing, dancing, dirty talk, teasing, talk of overstimulation, lipstick stains, kissing, stress relief, sweetness, some jealousy.

Words: 2.5k

“Take a seat for me, sweet cheeks.”

Dazzle’s eyes rolled good-humoredly at Six’s request, an easy smile playing at her plush lips as she played the part and sauntered over to the worn, leather chair.

“Atta gal, now just sit back and enjoy.”

Six turned down the lights, something Dazzle hadn’t even known was a feature at any of the hotel rooms, let alone the one she worked in, but, well, if anyone knew the perks of Gomorrah's presidential suite, it was the Omertas’ prized darling. The sadistic tribe's most infamous ally warranted nothing but the best, she was sure.

Suppose being their ally's paramour has its perks.

“Sure thing, sugar.” Dazzle winked as she sank into her seat, spreading her legs wide in a mockery of her usual clientele.

Despite her joking, Six kept her own half-lidded bedroom eyes locked to her counterpart as she sensually swayed her way over to the jukebox in the darkened corner of the room.

The machine spun to life at the click of a button, and deep, provocative music poured from its speakers as Six spun on one heel, and set her sights on the woman in the chair.

Dazzle’s heart kicked up, something leaping and swooping in her stomach, too, at the way Six’s gaze melted into her. She had a dark, smokey eyeshadow painted on her lids, her lips wore a deep red, like the crimson felt of the blackjack tables downstairs. The leather top she wore shone in the dim light, the reflective beams shifting and glinting with her swaying movement, her short skirt rippling with the accentuated movement of her thighs as she teasingly approached her partner’s chair.

“You’re pretty good at this, baby. You sure you’re not in the wrong line of work?” Dazzle quipped, hoping it would hide the flush she felt creeping to her pale cheeks.

“What?” Six’s eyebrow quirked upwards, “You afraid I’m gonna take your business, Dazz?”

Six twirled around, the wind catching the fabric of her skirt just so, to give her partner a sly peek at the decorative panties she wore below.

“Maybe I don’t want business no more. You think of that?”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, just sit back like this, take you in." Dazzle settled further in her chair, and ran her eyes markedly over partner's form. "Hell, maybe you could just give me a lil allowance or somethin,’ you know? Successful woman like yourself, Omertas wouldn’t mind. So long as their favorite little helper sticks around. You could be doin' the damn landscaping and they’d still throw a hundred caps your way, easy.”

“Is that jealousy I hear?” Six meant it as a joke, she was sure, but still… A fire kindled within her that she couldn't shake, lighting an enraging red over her eyes as she thought back on her service to the family that gave Six everything, and gave her...

So many years under contract, so many nights spent with every one of those assholes who barely treat us better than Legion slaves, and then Six comes along, and boom. It’s like none of us are worth a damn thing, not compared to her.

“Dazz, honey, please don’t take it that way.” She nearly jerked back at she felt Six’s sudden touch on her hand, the contact tearing her from the growing fury bubbling up and up. “They only want me cuz I’m in good with House. They know what he can do for them, that’s all.”

She pulled Dazzle’s hand to her lips as she bent down, pressing a kiss there and leaving a pretty little lipstick mark on the back of her hand.

“This is what I mean,” She continued, more softly this time. “You deserve to have a night off, to turn off that loud mind of yours, sweetheart, and just let me take care of you.”

Another kiss and Dazzle’s lip twitched, even as she felt her sour mood holding onto her with clawed fingers.

And then another kiss, leaving a small trail of red imprints up her forearm, another and another; her smile growing inevitably larger until Six’s mouth was pressed to the apple of her cheek, her lipstick very nearly gone by the time she got there.

Dazzle was smiling openly now, though, giggling at the tickle of her partner’s stubborn affections.

“You’re right, ‘m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” She mirrored Dazzle’s grin and gave her one final parting smooch on the cheek, before releasing her hand from her grasp and turning back to the jukebox.

“Now, let’s try this again, okay? Just try to focus on me.”

The button clicked, and Six restarted that rhythmic, reverberant song back up and began her sexy approach all over again.

Dazzle let herself soak it in, her lips half-parted as Six did another twirl, as she snaked her shoulders and pressed her hands to her own breasts where they were almost spilling out the top of her tight corset.

Dull pain sparked from Dazzle’s lips as her teeth sunk in, as her own steamy expression, her sultry gaze only inspired more from her partner.

Six had insisted she’d never properly stripped before, but it was evident in the lithe movement, in the way she so expertly brought attention to those deliciously curvaceous areas of her body, that she’d been around the Gomorrah ladies enough to have– consciously or not– picked up some pointers on the art of the strip tease.

If nothing else, Dazzle knows she’s given her at least a dozen shows herself, but this? Watching the way Six’s form rippled in the soft light, watching her movements-- so carefully crafted to showcase those parts of her that she knew Dazzle adored most of all-- it captivated her just the way Six intended, putting pause to even those loud thoughts, her distracting worries and jealousy that tried to keep their hold on her so desperately that it ached.

Now she could think only of her.

She really could become quite good at this with a bit more practice, a few more clients, learning their respective tastes…

“Are you watching, beautiful?” Six’s voice demanded her attention, her active gaze. “This is for you and you alone, baby, I want you to enjoy.”

At that, in one fluid– definitely practiced– movement, Six's arms moved in a flash, dropping the skirt from her form and stepping out of it with a distinctly lewd sway of her hips. She grinded her barely-clothed pelvis against the air like she would Dazzle’s ass on those nights where they got tipsy in her room, and her positively indecent expression came to match that same passion of those shared nights.

Now in only her dark leather corset, her thin, lacey thong and stiletto heels, Six firmly had Dazzle’s attention.

“That’s more like it.” Six’s voice was husky, rough, matching the dim, seediness of the room she was stripping in.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me.” She blew an air kiss next, and Dazzle licked her lips, imagining what their night would be like– would taste like... what she would taste like-- as it developed.

Dazzle had to hold tightly onto the armrests, digging her long nails into the wood to stop herself from tackling Six right now, and tumbling right into the queen-sized mattress on the other side of the room.

Soon enough. She told herself.

Six hummed in appreciation of Dazzle's unbroken attention, the sound wanton and hoarse as she fixed her with a look of unbridled desire.

The beat picked up a bit in the song as Six grew closer, until she was near enough to touch, her hips bouncing to the faster beat, her corset almost unable to handle the incessant jostling of her gorgeous breasts in the too-small space for them.

That had to be strategic. Dazzle thought as her eyes locked to her partner’s chest, watching the darker colored skin of her nipples peek out with each undulation of her body to the beat.

The overwhelming urge to reach out washed over her– to touch her partner, hell, to grope her with both hands and pull her straight away into her lap and mouth at those tits, her lips, her shapely throat until they were both breathless and soaked.

But she knew.

If anyone knew the rules of stripping, it was Dazzle, and so, she kept her hands firmly to herself.

Six wound her body around with the beat of the song, spreading her legs into a squat position once she was facing away, her shapely ass less than a playing card’s breadth from Dazzle's crotch as she began to sway her hips in place.

The swell of Six's skin against the tightness of her nearly see-through panties had Dazzle’s mind fully occupied for the first time that night. Her mouth actually began to water, now, at the look of her partner. She could imagine the feel of her plush hips against her hugging fingers, wanted to savor the hot drag of her nails over her partner’s skin, admire the paths they’d leave upon her, wanted to haul her panties down and attack the curls between her legs, licking and mouthing until she had no breath left to spare.

“Mm, that’s it baby, watch me. Imagine my skin against yours…” Six spoke lowly, her tone blending in with the din of the music as she lowered herself down in the squat, thrusting her voluptuous ass right into grabbing range of Dazzle’s stiff hands.

“Imagine what it’ll be like to taste me, how hot I am for you, baby. How sweet and wet.”

Dazzle followed her orders easily, her mind running wild with the possibilities of tonight, after all of her worries, her stress building up– rivalries, drama, jealousy, asshole clients, entitled Omertas, the list goes on and on, but Six… Each exquisite undulation, that hazy, pleasured look upon her face, the sweet smell of her perfume, and her growing arousal, so close to Dazzle’s hungry senses… it left her distracted from all the raucous fuss in her life, had her honed in, had her here.

And dammit, it had her wanting.

She adjusted her posture in the leather chair, squirming a bit as she felt her own wetness seep down into her panties, as another overwhelming urge to reach out almost claimed her self control.

“Imagine when you get your hands on me… And when I get my lips back on you.” Six looked over her shoulder, her backside still turned to her partner and threw her a teasing wink, long eyelashes fluttering like moth’s wings with the movement.

“The heat of us, baby. It’ll sear your fingers, my tongue.” Slowly, she wound her way back around, twirling those shapely hips until they were facing one another again. “It’ll burn so good.”

Dazzle’s jaw was clenched tight, she could feel sweat running down the line of her spine as Six leaned in, almost close enough for her lips to brush the shell of her ear.

“I’ll taste you everywhere, gorgeous.” Her breath tickled as it caressed the peach fuzz on Dazzle’s face. “Your sweet, candy lips, your throat, all sensitive and ticklish… you won’t leave here without a few dozen marks from me. My lips, my teeth on your pale skin…”

Six was almost growling now, even as Dazzle fought to hold back a whine of frustration.

Please, Six. Her expression pleaded the same as her thoughts did, Let me touch you already. Quit talking and let’s fucking do this.

“Then I’ll tear this whore’s outfit from you, slide my teeth over your nipples until they’re pink and hard and sensitive to my touch.”

A pathetic whine finally left her, and Dazzle’s eyes fell shut, imagining the scenario in her head, her sensitive little buds already hardening and tingling at the mere thought of Six’s attention upon them.

“What next?” Dazzle finally prompted in response, her words nearly breathless with her growing desire.

“I’ll paint a line with my tongue, drag it down your stomach, rip your poor excuse for panties away with my teeth, watch you drip for me as I run my lips over everywhere but where you truly crave me.”

“No–” Dazzle almost choked out the word in her disappointment.

“Yes, baby. Oh, but it’ll be worth it…” Six’s lips pursed together, and she blew a cool stream of air down the line of Dazzle’s throat, causing goosebumps to suddenly prickle up her skin until her whole body gave a noticeable shiver of lewd appreciation.

“Because in the end, I’m going to bury myself in you.”

Dazzle’s hips thrust up off of the chair, very nearly colliding with Six’s, but managing to stop just short of contact.

“You’ll have no idea where you end and I begin, baby. I’m going to live in you, going to set my lips on that sweet little button of yours until you’re pouring your pleasure out all over me.”

“Mhm.” Dazzle nodded to her desperately, feeling the sweat slickening on her whole body, feeling her pussy drip and soak the leather cushion beneath her in anticipation.

“Going to drink you down like sweet nectar, grasp your thighs in my hold until you bruise, bury my tongue inside and scoop out all your honey until I wring you dry.”

“Six, please…”

“Make you come undone until your legs are shaking and I can’t feel my tongue. Make your eyes roll back, your breath hitch until your vision blurs, and then...”

Dazzle sat in silence a moment, her body mutely writhing in her seat as Six teased her, as she promised all this and did absolutely none of it. The song played on, slowing down, the beat pulsing through both their bodies, making their insides quiver with the sheer bass of its heavy notes.

“Then what, Six?” Dazzle pleaded breathlessly.

Her partner only continued her swaying, so frustratingly close, hovering near enough that if Dazzle just extended one hand even a tad, she could gain some miniscule semblance of relief.

“Sugar, keep goin,’ don’t stop now.” She prompted again, the sounds leaving her growing increasingly desperate.

“Oh, if you insist.”

God, Six was being cruel, that tone of hers plainly vocalizing the favor she was doing for Dazzle by finishing the sentence she'd started of her own rude volition.

“Where was I...? Oh, yes." Her voice hissed in her ear, closer than before, and Dazzle felt her lips part involuntarily in anticipation. "I’ll wring you dry, baby, and then I’m gonna keep going. Lave and kiss and fuck you senseless until that messy little brain of yours can’t take any more. Until you can’t think of anything else but me and the pleasure I force on you, because, Dazz?”

“Hhm?” She whined out.

“There’s nothing but you and me tonight, you hear me?”

Dazzle nodded, not trusting her voice to leave her with any kind of dignity.

“Good, love.”

The lightest and barest hint of a touch ghosted over Dazzle’s cheek. Six’s lips? Her hand maybe?

She leaned into it desperately.

“So, what do you say? Care to break the first rule of strip teasing?”

Finally, Dazzle did as she had dreamed of, what seemed like hours ago, as her partner danced and swayed and teased until she felt like leaping out of her chair. Now, she did just that, colliding their bodies until they were as Six said– nearly one– and they spilled out onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs and heat; and finally, Six made good on all her promises.

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tgrailwar-zero · 8 months ago

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Hey, you guys mentioned the sign up deadline for the Flaming Bout is tomorrow? Uhm. how do we sign up?

We should also send a message to K to let her know, she was so excited about participating!

IZOU: "You just need to visit the arena. They close tomorrow, yeah, but it's still kinda light out. There's a chance you could get registered today depending on how long we spend here. It's hard to miss, but I can show you the way if you need it."

IZOU: "Huh? You tryna pick a fight?"

DURYODHANA: "Let's just say, he's lucky his room and board is paid for by Cleopatra. And we're playing blackjack, for now. Though if we want to play dice, I can arrange that."

As the chatter continued and NERO took her seat at the table, another figure- a young woman, sat down in the one empty seat.

She was small, frail, quiet as she dealt over enough PPT to the dealer with a barely audible 'Chips, please', as if she was trying not to draw too much attention to herself in the first place. Her face lit up a little as the dealer did actually give her chips in exchange, before her expression stiffed up and she continued to keep her head down.

It felt like the behavior a teenager who had snuck into a bar at the first time, not sure what to do or say, and trying to simultaneously take advantage of the opportunity while not trying to get noticed and thrown out.

There was an oddness about her. A black, looming shadow-- or perhaps the opposite, a shadow that lacked any presence at all. She was pretty, yet forgettable, so much so that you felt yourself forgetting what she looked like the moment your attention drifted to anyone else.

It didn't seem like anyone else payed her much mind either, as the dealer simply exchanged her money for chips. She was barely acknowledged, really, with the exception of DURYODHANA noticing the increase in chips and clapping his hands together proudly.

DURYODHANA: "Ah, and the pot is raised to 400. Very good."

As he spoke, the dealer dealt the cards out.

NERO: "Hm. Let the gambling begin, I suppose."

You look at the cards dealt to you. A sixteen total. A nine facing up and a seven.

It looks like IZOU had an 9 face up, DURYODHANA had a 6, and the newcomer had a 8.

The rules of the game, as described by DURYODHANA, were simple. Whoever had the closest to 21 was victorious. You could either ask for more cards for a better chance at reaching 21, or stand with the cards you currently had. There was a level of care to be had-- if you got more than a 21 total when adding more cards, then you'd lose everything.

So...

#thgw story #endless whispers #main post #thgw: chapter 6

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Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: This is a sad one -Danny Words: 2,647 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'gold rush' -by Taylor Swift

XXXVII: We Ran Out of Chill Pills

The walkie turns on, and Lily picks it up quickly. "Mike?"

The sounds of battle startle us, and we think Michael's in trouble. We almost drop everything and run straight to where he is, but then he speaks.

"Do you know that look in Ara's eyes when she's training?"

"When she looks insane?"

"Hey!"

"Precisely," Mike replies.

"Hey!" I repeat in outrage.

"I think I get it now," he continues. "Listen to this..."

Way in the background, we hear a manic peal of laughter. I recognize it only because I've heard my brother laugh that way before, when he's demolishing me while playing UNO.

"What's Percy doing?"

"That's your brother?" Lily asks in shock. "He sounds crazy!"

"He looks crazy," Mike states. "He's helping though, the bridge was—Oh, wow! Hang on."

I finish my bombs and Lily finishes her traps in a hurry, we start to walk in Mike's direction, we want to help him.

"Yes!" He laughs, it sounds like he's running. "That's what I'm talking about!"

"Sounds like it's going well," Lily points out.

"We're going, Mike, maybe you can put our bombs to use!"

"Yeah, maybe..." I don't know how he's able to speak to us and shoot arrows at the same time, but it sounds like it's no biggie for him.

We haven't been walking for long when Mike talks again. No fight noises are coming from his line, and he's whispering.

"Don't come."

Lily presses the comm. "Is it over?"

"He's here," Mike replies, and we immediately know who he means. "Annabeth's been hurt. Don't come."

We look at each other, and instead of listening to him, we run. Probably not the best idea considering we're carrying bombs, but we aren't thinking about our safety.

"We're going!" Lily yells to the walkie-talkie. "Hang tight!"

"Blackjack took Annabeth to safety, Lily. Go to her—Do not come!"

I snatch the walkie out of Lily's hand. "You must be out of your mind if you think we're leaving you!"

"I'm not repeating myself!" His line is failing. "Focus on your mission, beast. Good luck."

Ara's eyes linger on the wall where Michael's picture is hanging.

Next to him are Austin and Kayla, they're hugging each other and making faces, Michael is laughing with his whole face like he used to. Ara remembers how he glowed whenever he did that.

Michael's leaf-green light was so easy to bring out, he had an awful temper, but man, whenever he laughed...

"Wow! Are these all former campers?"

Ara gives a start, Leo's standing at the doorway. She points to the wall next to her. "Yeah. That's Percy, in case you were curious."

Leo approaches and takes a look. The picture shows Percy and Annabeth arm in arm, he has pitch-black hair, green eyes, and a great complexion. Now that's a demigod. Then he notices the girl clinging to Percy's waist: A younger version of Ara that barely reaches her brother's shoulder.

Leo has never seen her smile the way she's doing in that picture. His eyes wander as they always do, and there she is, same age as now but different. Her face is solemn yet more childish, a laurel crown rests on her head and her purple cloak is on her shoulders covering a white sleeveless dress. The girl's holding Almighty with both hands, the blade pointing down.

On her right side stands Lily Saggio, trying and failing to look lively. On her left, there is a boy with dark hair, dark eyes, black clothes, and a sinister expression. Still, Ara stands out the most, she looks like a queen. The picture was definitely taken the day she got Aphrodite's blessing.

Leo realizes he's way over his head with Ara Jackson, completely out of his league—They're not even playing the same sport!

"Why did you come here? Leo?" She speaks at last, then follows his line of vision. "Oh."

Leo can't make eye contact, he vaguely points to the picture. "You look amazing in that one."

Ara makes a face. "I look like a toddler wearing adult's clothes."

"Don't downplay yourself, you look like Aphrodite in that picture," he tries to tease her, but he sounds way too flustered to make it work.

She chuckles. "You've never met my mother, how would you know?"

He forces out a laugh trying to hide his anxiety. "Right. Still..."

There is a hesitant smile on Ara's face and he wants to make her laugh for real, but he wishes she could go back to just being Ara in his mind. Why can't she? It's not her fault, he knows that, but she could at least try to be less perfect...

And why isn't he talking? Why is a picture affecting him this way? It burns in the back of his mind like he's got it tattooed on his eyelids.

Ara tilts her head with amusement. "What's the matter? Ran out of lines?"

Leo clears his throat determined to speak, he wants to be honest even if she doesn't believe him, but at the same time... she's so many things to the world, and he's got nothing to offer.

Ara tenses suddenly, she walks past him at once. "I think Lily's coming, we should go back."

As soon as she's out of sight, Leo grabs fistfuls of his hair and pulls in exasperation. What the heck is wrong with him? He's never been this speechless before! His gaze goes back to Ara's picture, looking like a young goddess guarded by two murderous wards.

It was easy to pursue her when she was just a pretty girl he met under weird circumstances, but Ara's a war hero, and in the past six months, she's done more than Leo in his lifetime.

He can light himself on fire for her amusement, and build her a few toys, but he's bound to bore her someday. It takes one look at her brother to know Ara doesn't belong in Leo's world.

Even Ara, who's the most thoughtful cute girl he's ever talked to, will end up hurting him.

Leo has been staring at her the whole movie and it's getting on her nerves. It's not a cute stare, she can feel him scowling from across the room.

He's no longer flirty and fun, he's "Sorry, General" and "Thanks, Strategus", and Ara hates it. He's been like this the whole day, and the week is ending soon.

Lily locks eyes with her, and Ara doesn't understand how, but it's like she knows exactly what Ara's thinking.

"Well, we better hurry!" Lily nudges Connor's arm. "Hey, Queen B, you have no problem cleaning up after us, right?"

Ara smiles. "None at all."

"We'll help—" Jason starts, but Piper stops him.

"Actually, I need your help with something," she pulls him along, giving her sister a brief but significant look. "Thanks, Ara!"

As the girls hurry to take the boys away, Ara catches Leo's wrist and pulls him back onto the couch, maybe a little too roughly.

"Ouch!" Leo winces. "Ara, watch it when you manhandle me!"

She blushes, but his complaint is not enough to distract her. "Tell me what's wrong."

He scowls at his feet. "Nothin'."

"Leo."

"It's stupid."

"I want to make things official." The boy looks up at her, mouth slightly agape. He tries to speak but Ara stops him. "I can't be comfortable with that decision if you don't trust me enough to be honest about the things that upset you."

Ara knows his mind works as fast as his hands, so she gives him a moment to catch up and put his thoughts in order. This is not as fun as she'd dreamed it'd be.

"I'm not right."

Ara looks up. "Not right?"

"Yesterday, I overheard one of your siblings saying that you'll end up dating a buff Greek guy once we sail on our quest, 'cause it's the only match that makes sense for you..."

He rants about all the things he's been repeating over and over in his head, only growing more frustrated.

"...And I laughed at first, 'cause we'd kissed and they had no idea—But then..." he shakes his head. "I saw that stupid picture..."

For a moment she doesn't know what he's talking about, then she remembers. "The one in Chiron's office?"

"You're beautiful, Ara," he blurts out defeatedly. "Why are you with me?"

"Argus took that picture the morning after we won the war," she explains to him. "I had just gotten the child of Olympus' blessing, of course I looked unreal! But I don't look like that all the time!"

"But it's you!" Leo insists. "The one who picked me up at the Grand Canyon, and fought the Cyclops—That is your best self, and I..." he gulps. "I'm just a mechanic."

It disturbs her to hear him say those things, this is exactly what she was afraid of: her friends building walls around her, feeling like she's unapproachable... it's such a lonely life, and Ara's not built for that.

"You think I'm impressive because you met me at the right time," she replies patiently. "Ask any of my friends... better yet, ask me. I'll tell you who I really am."

Ara's heart is pounding and her hands are cold, but she needs to talk about this. She's seen Janus again, something's coming her way soon.

"There is someone I haven't mentioned yet," she says, hands so shaky she has to close them in tight fists.

Leo looks at her with a frown. "Who?"

"He... I couldn't talk about him before," Ara takes a fragile breath. "He was..." her chest feels so tight she has to take a moment. "He's the reason I became a daughter of Olympus."

The boy places a hand over her fists, trying to loosen them. "Ara," he says, forgetting about his worries for a moment. "What happened?"

Leo touches her and suddenly she's no longer drowning. She's in pain, but her vision sharpens, and she feels strong enough to walk through her grief if only for just a moment.

It helps that she's doing this to ease Leo, makes her feel like she has permission to think about the past, and makes her sorrow a thing of use. Ara has to do this, Leo will never believe they're in the same boat otherwise.

"I used to have two best friends. One was Lily, the other was a son of Apollo," she gulps. "His name was Michael Yew."

As soon as she says it, Ara bursts into tears.

Austin runs up to us, looking desperate.

"We can't find him—We can't find Michael."

Lily abandons her bag on the ground, running towards the destroyed bridge. I follow her without a second thought.

We scream Michael's name until we can't speak, but no one answers. I find his bow and backpack on the floor, near the edge. My knees give in and I fall, holding onto his bow tightly.

"We should've been here," I whisper hoarsely.

Lily inches closer to the edge of the bridge, but it's too unstable. I catch her wrist before she gives another step forward.

"What are you doing?" I ask, voice shaking.

"We have to keep looking," I know she's thinking of every possible scenario, refusing to believe this one. "He could be down there."

"Lily," My thumb presses on the scar on her wrist, the mark Michael left on both of our bodies. "He wanted us to stay away..." I pull her back. "It's time we listen."

"Now more than ever it's when we shouldn't!" Her breathing's getting heavier. "He could be alive—he needs us!"

I lift Mike's bow. "We're too late!"

"No!"

I want to scream again, my vision's getting blurry but I try to hold on because Lily needs me to. "He knew what was going to happen. He asked us to keep going, don't quit on us now."

She looks back at the edge, and a whimper abandons her and she rubs her eyes furiously. "I'm sorry..." she covers her face in shame. "Forgive me, brother..."

I get up and hug her as tightly as I can. We're the same height but I'm stronger, so I squeeze her so she feels something other than despair. Lily buries her face on my shoulder and sobs.

"It's you and me now," I cry quietly. "I'm not leaving your side until this war is over."

She doesn't speak, only holds onto me tighter.

"Everyone always took care of me—Michael, Charles, my sister... they slipped through my fingers and I just... I was so far from where I should've been, every single time—"

"You didn't fail them," Leo holds her face. "From what I've heard, you did great things after they died."

"Michael was the first to believe I could be someone great... and he died because of me. He swore on the Styx that he'd make me a child of Olympus," she sobs. "I don't want you to think I'm more important than your well-being—I became a child of Olympus to make sure no one would sacrifice themselves like that for me ever again."

"But being a child of Olympus doesn't mean you can control..." he hesitates, understanding what she's trying to say. "How you're perceived by others..."

Ara's heart is in her throat. Leo's hands hold her face so gently, almost as if she's made of the finest silk.

"I'm sorry I dropped this on you with no warning..." she says hoarsely. "I needed you to understand... I'm as worried as you are... about not being the right fit," Ara stares at him with deep distress. "Just to imagine how it'd feel if I lose you too..."

Leo wraps his arms around her carefully, allowing her to decide whether she wants the contact or not, and she welcomes it fully. He pulls her closer, wanting to say something but having no words. He rubs her back gently.

"I won't make any promises if that's what you want," he struggles but tries very hard to voice what's in his mind. "But I have never cared the way I care about you, so we'll go to the gods-darn Underworld together if we have to."

"No rebirth or anything until we see each other one last time?" She asks, barely keeping control of the lump in her throat.

"It's a deal," he dries her tears with his thumbs. "Until then, you can lean on me. I'll lean on you too if it makes you feel better."

Ara doesn't understand why Leo is so perfect in her eyes. She wouldn't change him at all, except for the parts that hurt him. To think it's been just a few weeks since they met...

"What?" He asks, amusement dancing in his gaze. "What's that look for?"

"I'm in love with you."

Leo blinks, not expecting those words to come out of her mouth at all. He stares at her, convinced that he's lost it, there is no way he heard that right. "What?"

"I love you," Ara states with certainty.

Leo's heart rate goes off the charts, his entire body lights up so brightly Ara has to look away. His smile grows as he processes what Ara said.

"I love you too," He's been dying to say it ever since they first kissed, but now he's hardly able to sit still and form a coherent sentence. "Are we crazy?"

"Yes, extremely," Ara wraps her fingers around his wrists. He's still holding her face but he's stuck, he either stays frozen or he'll bounce off the walls and wreck the rec room. "But I mean it with my whole chest, and that's when you're supposed to say it."

"I believe you," he gives in easily. "You're an Aphrodite, if you say you love me, heck, who am I to say it's not true?" He smirks. "I've loved you for longer, though."

Ara laughs, messily cleaning her nose with the back of her hand, in a way that Leo loves cause it makes her look so normal. She's not the pretty girl he met before or the impressive hero everyone keeps away—Ara is his girlfriend, his favorite person in the world, and that's nothing scary. He won't be able to keep his hands to himself after this.

"You're the best boyfriend ever," she sniffs. "And an idiot."

Leo is always expecting her to roll her eyes and disregard his comments, but she never does that. Gods, he loves her.

"Maybe," he replies with a smile. "But most importantly, I'm officially your idiot boyfriend."

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