#anyway here's the first of the staff :3
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twisted from: Tom Lucitor
homeland: Brimstone Border
favorite food: chilli dogs
hated food: bougie shit
talents: i dunno
gender: female (she/her)
sexuality: lesbian
UM: by opening her third eye Dia can look into a person's future. It's tiring though so she barley uses it.
đ: @h2llish @lowcallyfruity @boopshoops @thehollowwriter @skriblee-ksk
#TUMBLR KILLED THE QUALITY IM GONNA CRYYY#sapphâs marble statues#twisted wonderland#disney twst#twst oc#twst#disneys twisted wonderland#twisted oc#twst fanschool#anyway here's the first of the staff :3
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wondering why old ladies arenât smiling at me around town as much this morning then remember im wearing hoops and a puffer jacket and generally look like a bitchy year 9 girl whoâs about to punch someone
#state school fit jumped out today I must say#smiling first at the old ladies like IM NICE I SWEARRRRR. SMILE BACK#anyway i made it to my coffee shop thatâs what matters đ«¶đŒ im doing the plot outline for dog teeth part 3#bc FUN FACT Iâve approached the writing of that super different to how i normally do#like normally as we know Iâll plan out EVERY STUPID DETAIL of each chapter before i even start writing#whereas this time around Iâve written the whole of part 1 and some of 2#with NO set plot outline for part 3 like all Iâve got is bullet points of where i need to take it and Key Events#but nothing in between and im just gonna let myself figure that out as i go#WHICH IS SO SCARYYY I DONT /DO/ THISSSS#and im sat here now like âi WONT make an outline im just gonna hash it out moreâŠâ#who wants to bet i make an outline đ#itâs not MY fault the plot got away from me (itâs entirely my fault)#like part 3 is getting INTENSE i have so many insane ideas for it itâs rlly looking to be a banger fic icl#SO SURELY I NEED A DETAILED OBSESSIVE PLAN FOR EVERY SINGLE PART OF IT. RIGHT#fuck sake đ oh well itâs my staff party tonight đ#hella goes home
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OMG. that means... Cloaca Crew........
WAIT.
âšC l o a c a C r e wâš
#is there a way to turn someone's tags into regular text or must i continue turning words into jpgs like a savage?#blade walks into the bathroom too and goes âoh?? u talking about the stall??â#âit's great! my voice bounces around while i'm in there so singing is super fun. here lemme show uâ#cut to scene where it's blade crowding eiden/yakumo/rei into one stall and making them sing to test the bathroom acoustics#blade wears a hard hat while swimming in the shark tank#does it make sense? no. but blade does not want to be left out of the hat game. safety first!#did i go down another abyss of articles about owl and shark anatomy to confirm cloacas before i drew this? yes.#the tags tho#olivine (ever the caring coworker) tries to stop edmond from gorging on sugary carrots but edmond will outrun him#or stuff his face so fast that olivine cannot stop him#several hours later u just find edmond curled up on the ground in the rabbit pen#bc of tummy ache.#he is under a mountain of fluffy potatoes (bunnies) trying to comfort him#olivine knew this would happen so he's out there gently extracting edmond from the pile and coaxing him to rest properly#i wonder what the staff room fridge looks like.#WHO PUT AN ENTIRE KING SALMON ON TOP OF MY SALAD#anyway. they can probably eat relatively normal humanish food.#or maybe that fridge is just a decoy fridge (and a place for edmond's full 3 heads of lettuce)#and the real lunch fridge is in the back with all the âanimal food storageâ#u open it up and it's just a pixellated blur of gore#blame all the carnivores working here. they demand fresh meat.#zookeeper au#yakumo#eiden#rei#blade#edmond#olivine
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ok i can talk abt work now. i got hired to assist the main person who runs inventory and communicates with the vendors, orders plants and products etc etc. its been hard and mostly office work but insanely rewarding.
#logbook#they have me sitting at a desk ik they had to pull from someones ass in the corner of the main room next to her#this first week i went thru and counted every perennial they have on property and then went into the system and cycle counted it properly.#come mon i go back thru sales and if a plant want sold in 22 then i archive it. . .going to be so much work lol#i miss working outside with every fiber of my being but im also starting from the bottom with this job. . .im not at the top of pack here.#and ive been enjoying this aspect of the plant world so im honestly satisfied for right now. and i love the ppl i work with in the office.#we had a staff meeting yesterday and i texted c after going 'man im so relieved to know they still have workplace problems lol'#cause its really a priveledge to work in a garden center like this. . .imo.#anyways im full time<3 and ive been told i can come in earlier then i have been come march.#plus i get an employee discount lol. . .going to be so bad with the houseplants. theres a fern i really want if its still there mon.#im apparently doing all the work faster than anyone expected. .i thought i was going slow lmao#also she let me into the system on my first day and she told me she never does that. . .i was like đ„ș#also i texted j this week and she said that the b+tes ppl go into l+wes and get lumber and said i was a hard worker and good!!#i was like ???? hello??? bc at that point id only worked 2 days. . and i still dont know who it was either.#ive been having fun tho. this week i'll take pics of the plants that are actually flowering. . .and some shrub closeups.#also checked in my first delivery on wed i think. it was fine. ik product and can count and i care so its not like its hard. .#going to be doing that all spring. . .whew.
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Screaming, crying, throwing up, eating the drywall with my bare hands, ripping up the floorboards
Please please please PLEASE, begging on my knees, more glasses Billđđđ
(coming from a teen who has awful vision, astigmatism, and visual snow syndrome lol)
(other bills glasses au parts can be found here and here!)
i got SUPER excited when i saw this ask, because you described THE EXACT VISION ISSUES THAT I HAVE!!!!!! :D i also have awful vision, astigmatism, and visual snow syndrome!!!!!! so yes of course ill doodle more glasses!bill for you!!! its like were both mutually projecting đ€
first of all. this made me realize how PERFECT bill is for visual snow syndrome. for people who dont have it/dont know what it is, its a condition where your eyes get like,,,,,a fuzzy, static-like overlay. like, for me, it looks like im looking through a static filter. it gets ESPECIALLY bad in low light. which reminded me that one of bill's fears is tv static...... đ i just couldnt shake the mental image of bill resting for the first time in the theraprism, only to wake up to everything being FUZZY.
at first he thinks its a cruel trick that the staff is playing on him just to torture him more. nah, his eye is just fucked up <33333
ANYWAY, here are some more lighthearted doodles!!!!!!! <3
LIFE HACK!!!! did you know that if your opponent only has one eye and wears glasses, you can temporarily blind him only using a jumbo sticker?? the more you know!!! <3
hes such a drama queen <3
#gravity falls#bill cipher#william lucipher#the book of bill#billble#the billble#tbob#bob#tbob spoilers#the book of bill spoilers#book of bill spoilers#dipper pines#mabel pines#stanford pines#bills glasses au#billford#ford#ford pines#thisisnotawebsitedotcom#I AM HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE DRAWING THESE#gf#fanart#gf fanart#angst#fluff#theraprism#comic#cloudysarts
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SCANDALOUS - OP
summary - in which oscar discovers what type of books his girlfriend is actually reading
warnings: 18+ allusions to smut, but mostly fluff
this is my first oscar piece and i am considering a part 2! lemme know what you think! <3 (also sorry for disappearing my life has been all over the place)
masterlist the playlist
as they arrived at the silverstone track, oscar and y/n could feel the palpable anticipation in the air. navigating through the crowds was something y/n could only compare to her idea of personal hell. people everywhere, sporting the bright colours of different teams, people approaching the two of them, holding out hats and phones for oscar to sign. if this was friday, y/n hated to think what the rest of the weekend would be like - hopefully she could arrive later than oscar and avoid the hustle and bustle.
"are you going to be okay here?" oscar asked softly, concern evident in his eyes, as he led the two of them into mclaren hospitality. he wasnât blind, if anything he could read her emotions better than he could read his own - he knew she was overwhelmed, but not quite at breaking point.
"yeah, i've got my book and headphones,â y/n replied, patting her bag quickly, âi'll find a quiet spot,â she added with a nod, giving him a reassuring smile.
âiâll see you in a bit, yeah?â he asked her again, holding her wrists softly in his hands.
âiâll be here,â she replied, still smiling as she stepped up onto her tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his lips.
y/n watched as oscar left, before turning on her heel and trying to find a cosy corner, tucked away from the commotion where she could read her book in peace. and as she sat with her back to the wall, she couldnât help but feel grateful that no one could walk behind her and glimpse at what she was reading. her flushed cheeks may slightly give it away to anyone who recognised the book, but as she flipped through the pages she was met with nothing but pure, indulgent smut. it was a guilty pleasure that she seldom admitted to enjoying, and whilst she was more than content with oscar, she was too shy to admit sheâd want him to do more than half of the acts she reads about.
maybe next time, she should bring a murder mystery book with her, instead of reading 82 pages of unforgiving sex scenes that are described in such detail that she could almost imagine how oscar would recreate it beautifully - yeah, maybe not the right thing to be reading at your boyfriendâs place of work.
âhi,â a voice interrupted, causing y/n to jump quickly as she looked up to see one of the hospitality staff stood in front of her, âi was just wondering if we would be able to steal this chair? i can find you somewhere else to sit - itâs just a guest would like to sit here.â
âof course,â y/n replied, smiling up at the nervous girl before moving to shove everything back into her bag, âi probably should go on a walk anyways.â
âthank you so much, and sorry for making you move - the guest is a sponsor, so they expect us to move heaven and earth to accommodate them,â the employee added with a grin.
âi understand,â y/n replied, laughing lightly as she stood, âyour hair is so beautiful by the way.â
âthank you,â the girl smiled, blushing at the compliment.
oscar had been engrossed with his team, discussing strategy and making adjustments for the practice session, when he realised it had been several hours since heâd seen his girlfriend. and once the practice session had finally ended, with a full team debrief, he made it his mission to find her.
"have you seen y/n around?" oscar inquired casually, glancing over at lando who had walked into hospitality with him.
"yeah, she was sitting in the corner over there," lando chuckled, gesturing towards the quieter section of the hospitality area, ââŠ.but sheâs not there anymore,â he added, trailing off as he noticed the empty chair.
"thanks mate, glad youâve still got those keen observational skills," oscar replied sarcastically, âdonât know what iâd do without you around.â
âhey! i was just telling you where i last saw her!â lando defended, holding his hands up, âsheâs probably in a quiet corner somewhere, reading that book. sheâs probably the only person that didnât notice iâd even walked in earlier âcos she was nose deep in it.â
âsounds about right,â oscar hummed, pulling his phone out to shoot her a quick where are you text.
sure enough, oscar found y/n in a quieter corner, still engrossed in her book. he approached her quietly and gently tapped her shoulder. y/n looked up, removing her headphones and quickly closing the pages before smiling warmly at him.
"hey there, lost track of time?" oscar asked, sitting down beside her, pulling his legs up to his chest as his back leant on the wall.
y/n nodded, "yeah, i guess i did. how was practice?"
"pretty good," oscar replied, "we made some solid improvements. what about you? what are you reading?"
y/n hesitated for a moment, a flicker of defensiveness crossing her expression. "oh, it's just a book. nothing special."
oscar raised an eyebrow, sensing her reluctance to share. "come on, it can't be that bad. is it some secret spy novel or something?"
y/n chuckled nervously. "no, nothing like that. just... personal. i'll tell you about it later, maybe."
"alright, fair enough," he replied, "ready to head back to the hotel?"
y/n sighed with relief. "yes please.â
âthat bored, huh?â he asked as he stood, extending his arms to help pull her from the floor.
ânot bored, just-â
âoverwhelmed? hungry? eager to see me after a shower?â
âalways.â
âgood to know,â he added, draping his arm around her shoulders and pressing a kiss to her forehead, "you know, you're quite the mystery sometimes," he teased gently as they began to walk to the car.
"keeps things interesting, doesn't it?" y/n smirked, âno fun in being predictable.â
they arrived at the hotel room, and as they settled in, the atmosphere relaxed. y/n flopped down on the bed, and oscar joined her, laying his entire body on top of hers, her hands moving to stroke along his back softly.
"so, how's the book?" oscar asked again, with a playful glint in his eye.
y/n rolled her eyes playfully but couldn't suppress a smile. "it's good. maybe i'll let you read it someday."
"wow, such a privilege!" oscar feigned shock, âbut how would i ever repay you for such an offer.â
"don't push your luck, piastri,â she replied, her arms grabbing his sides in attempt to push him off. he laughed, rolling to the side to lay next to her.
"alright, alright. i won't push. but seriously, thanks for coming with me today. it means a lot."
y/n's expression softened. "of course. i wouldn't want to be anywhere else."
oscar leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "i'm lucky to have you, you know that?"
y/n's eyes sparkled with affection. "i think we're both pretty lucky."
âiâd be even luckier if you let me read that book of yours,â he grinned.
"you're ridiculous.â
"only for you," he replied with a grin, his arm reaching across her waist for his fingers to draw circles into the skin of her stomach. his head dipped, trailing kissed along her clothed shoulder, until he was resting on his arm, hovering over her slightly, his lips finding their way to the skin of her neck.
âplease,â he whispered, kissing along her jaw.
âfine,â y/n replied with a loud huff, pushing herself up from the bed to retrieve the book from her bag. oscar remained on the bed, resting on his side and using his arm to hold his head up as his eyes followed her across the room.
she launched the book at him, watching as it landed just shy of his stomach.
âcome and join me,â he beckoned, shuffling himself up the bed, book in hand.
âiâd rather stand here, actually.â
âok weirdo.â
the room fell to a silence as oscar opened the book, choosing to open at a page in the middle.
âwhy is this all highlighte- oh. OH. oh wow,â he spoke aloud, grimacing slightly in between raising his eyebrows at the literature, âthis is - is that even possible? how has he got her leg up there?â
âyou can stop now,â y/n begged, climbing on the bed and stretching over in attempt to snatch the book from his hands.
âno, i donât think i will,â he teased, raising the book above his head, though at an angle where he could still read it, â ââŠ..he said, grabbing my other leg and placing them both behind his headâ - this girl is flexible jesus.â
âoscar piastri you give me that book right now.â
âok! ok!â he said defensively, ââŠ.on one condition.â
ââŠwhat?â y/n responded cautiously, noticing the way he smirked at her.
âyou tell me, is this something you wanna try?â he asked, âthe things in this book? is that what you want?â
âminus the kidnapping partâŠ.maybe?â she replied, fiddling with her fingers.
âmaybe, huh?â he teased, placing the book to his side before grabbing her waist to pull her into him. y/n straddled his lap, though desperately tried to look anywhere but his face, desperate to hide the flush of her cheeks, only worsened by looking in his eyes.
âhonestly, i just wanna know if im that flexible,â she replied with a laugh, still playing anxiously with her fingers whilst trying to fight against her own awkwardness.
âi know you can get at least one leg up there,â oscar joked, fingers tickling at her sides playfully, âalthough, youâre not very good at twister.â
âwe have played twister ONCE. and i was drunk. you cannot hold that against me.â
âdrunk or not, your foot was still dangerously close to going up my ass.â
âand yet no assholes were harmed.â
âspeaking of.. does this book mention anyth-â
âif you think you are putting ANYTHING up there you are very much mistaken mr piastri,â y/n argued, holding his jaw in her hands to make her point clear.
âmr piastri? i prefer da-â
âNOPE! LA LA LA,â she interrupted, quickly covering her ears before he finished his sentence.
âim kidding, im kidding,â he laughed out breathlessly, holding on to her hips as his body shook with laughter, âso about this flexibility thing.â
âlet me stretch first,â she told him, kissing his lips softly. y/n moved to climb off him, only half serious about stretching, but his hands stayed put on her waist, pulling her back into him. he kissed her again, a hand traveling up her body to rest on her jaw and he deepened the kiss, his tongue swiping her bottom lip briefly.
âno need, i know a good way to get you warmed up,â he told her cheekily, his lips returning to her neck once more, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin below her ear.
âoh really?â she replied, her eyebrows raising at the suggestion, âplease, go on. tell me more.â
#oscar piastri#oscar piastri x reader#formula 1#op81#op81 x reader#op81 fluff#op81 smut#oscar piastri fluff#oscar piastri smut#mclaren#propertyofwicked#lando norris#oscar piastri imagine
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đŹ CAUGHT IN THE FLASH
â scaramouche x fem!reader
â SYNOPSIS: in which, a twenty-year old college student who also works as an on-call staff at an event management company finds herself in trouble when a picture of her with the popular guitarist of the famous band "cr4ze", went viral.
â STATUS: on-going (slow updates)
â GENRE: social media au, modern au, band au, fluff, crack, angst, strangers to lovers, slow burn
â WARNINGS: swearing, alcohol, kys/kms jokes, smoking, suggestive themes but not often, scara might be ooc sometimes hehe
â STARTED ON: september 21, 2024
â TAGLIST: open ( slot: 59/100 )
â let me know if you want to be added as a twitter/x user for this smau! <3
â chapters that is marked with "âŹ" are/contains written parts ^^
â INTRODUCING . . . . .
â y/n and scara's gang
â CONTENTS ă playlist here ! ă
â prologue: what a night
â 01. aftermath
â 02. try harder
â 03. bye-bye, peaceful life
â 04. give me a break âŹ
â 05. thirst trap
â 06. it is what it is
â 07. i'm staying with you âŹ
â 08. him + me = what the fuck
â 09. we're even
â 10. heart's in danger âŹ
â 11. /srs or a /j?
â 12. manifesting
â tba
AUTHOR'S NOTE: been a fan and avid reader of genshin smaus here on tumblr so i thought why not make a blog and write one too? HAHAHA this is my first smau and my first post here so don't expect too much on this one đ i admit that i don't have any experience writing fanfics like this so this work might flop ooopâ anyway, i hope you'll enjoy reading this! <3
#â đž CAUGHT IN THE FLASH#zy.writes đïž#scaramouche#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche x you#scaramouche smau#scara smau#genshin scara#genshin scaramouche#wanderer#wanderer x reader#wanderer x you#genshin smau#genshin impact smau#genshin social media au#genshin impact#genshin#genshin x reader
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hello hello lovely! so the other day i donated blood for the first time and i felt perfectly fine the whole time but then like ten minutes after i threw up with like no warning?? (im fine now turns out i hadnt eaten enough during the day!!) but anyway i was wondering if you might please do a similar scenario with emt!marauders? doesnt have to be exact of course đ love you!
Oh I'm sorry that happened to you babe!! Thank you for requesting <3
cw: mention of past blood draw, nausea, lightheadedness
emt!marauders x fem!reader ⥠798 words
Youâre bent over so that your head is almost resting on your knees when a pair of shoes comes into your periphery. It seems theyâve sent someone to make sure youâre not going to pass out.Â
You force yourself to sit up, every muscle in your body feeling strange and overwrought, and oh. Itâs three someones. Youâd worry your vision was tripling if they didnât look each very distinct, save for their black EMT uniforms.Â
The owner of the shoes youâd seen sits in the chair beside you, all brown eyes and kind, gentle features. âHi,â he says, âIâm Remus. Are you the one who had trouble with the blood draw?âÂ
You sigh. âYeah.â Give him a small smile you hope looks reassuring. âIâm fine, though. It passed quickly. Iâm just waiting for the go-ahead to go home.âÂ
âYou got sick?â A second paramedic asks you as he sits down on your other side. This one has glasses and thick, curly hair that falls just above his eyes. The third, with sleeves rolled up to display arms full of inky tattoos, leans against the wall across the hall from you.Â
Youâre not entirely sure which one of them to look at, but you decide upon the boy whoâd asked the question. âYeah?âÂ
His lips tilt with a sympathetic sort of smile. âProbably best not to be walking or driving anywhere while youâre feeling ill, love. Do you feel up to some crackers?âÂ
You take the package of saltines he offers you. Notice for the first time how badly your hands are shaking as you try to tear it open. He notices, too.Â
âHere, Iâve got that.â He takes it back from you, ripping it open with one easy motion. As he holds it out for you, he says, âIâm James, thatâs Sirius.â The tattooed paramedic shoots you a wink.Â
âNice to meet you,â you mumble. âLook, Iâm really okay. They didnât need to send three of you to check up on me.âÂ
Sirius laughs. âDonât worry, babe, no oneâs worried youâre going to have a seizure. Weâre just a package deal.âÂ
âThe staff is all busy with the blood drive,â offers Remus when you still look perplexed, âand weâre between calls. We just thought weâd sit with you on our break, if thatâs alright.âÂ
âOh.â You swallow a bite of cracker. âYeah, okay. Thank you.âÂ
He gives you a soft smile. âHow do you feel?âÂ
âIâm okay.âÂ
âYouâre shaking down to your kneecaps,â Sirius says dryly.
âThe nurse said you looked like you were going to faint after you got sick,â James tries in a lighter tone. âDo you still feel that way?âÂ
He keeps his eyes on yours, warm and gentle, as you chew the inside of your lip. âI donât think so,â you say. âJust a bit weird, I guess.âÂ
âWeird how?â Sirius presses.Â
You shrink some under his gaze, and Remus says sternly, âSirius.âÂ
âYouâre scaring her.â Jamesâ hand lands on your thigh almost absentmindedly as he gives the other boy a faux glare. âGo get some juice. Begone.âÂ
Sirius huffs a laugh, pushing off from the wall. âPricks,â he says as he goes.Â
James turns back to you, smile turned up to full wattage. âDonât mind him. What were you saying about how you feel weird?âÂ
âJustâŠmostly fine.â Itâs impossible not to grow shy under the attention of the prettiest guys you think youâve ever seen. Remus nods for you to continue. âA little bit nauseous, I guess, and shaky. JustâŠweird.âÂ
James makes a sympathetic sound, rubbing your thigh. The way you go shock still at the touch appears not to catch his notice. âYeah, sounds like lightheadedness to me. Sâalright, though, weâll get you fixed up in a minute here.âÂ
Sirius saunters back in with a cup of orange juice. âLook,â he says as he hands it to you, âI even got her a straw to prove Iâm not mean. See?âÂ
âI didnât think you were being mean,â you say quietly.
Sirius grins. âNo.â He chucks you gently under the chin. You shrink even further into your seat. You swear these boys are only making your trembling worse. âYou never said a bad thing, gorgeous. Itâs just these two, they love to tyrannize me.âÂ
âYou could stand to be tyrannized from time to time,â says Remus.Â
âYeah,â James agrees heartily. âKeeps you from tyrannizing everyone else so much.âÂ
Their easy bantering brings a smile to your lips. Remus smiles back at you, nodding to your orange juice. âTake small sips of that,â he says. âDonât drink too fast and stop if you start to feel sick again.âÂ
âAttagirl,â James encourages when you raise the straw to your lips obediently, rubbing your thigh again.Â
Theyâre lucky the orange juice doesnât come out your nose.
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Be warned. I wrote this at midnight. I have no clue what im talking about. Do you get it?
"Why doesn't this wolverine teach history? Other wolverine did"
Well, because THAT Wolverine had a Charles. Let me remind you just how fragile Logan's mental state is and just how quickly his brain can throw him into a temporary amnesia due to shock and / or panic that is triggered by his CPTSD.
The thing is, this Wolverine has a Wade. Not a Charles. Sure, Jean could probably do something to him if things got too crazy but you know just how dangerous of territory that would be. Yes, Charles doesn't have a healing factor but it was his confidence and perfect reassuring words that helped him, plus If something did happen Im pretty sure he wouldn't blame him much anyway. He knows what hes dealing with. This isnt to say that jean doesn't but I can see her panicking too much and Logan would feed off of that fear and panic and become worse.
Wade, on the other hand, is neither calm nor says the right things, BUT he can't die :D Which is a massive YES when it comes to dealing with a panicking 3+ time war veteran with knife hands. And is known to attack first ask later.
Trying to teach the kids about 'Nam, a thing sets him off. He stares off into space for a bit, Backs up and his breath gets heavy. The hairs on his arms are raised up and his pupils dilate, they widden and its as if he doesn't even remember he's a teacher.
When he starts the whole "Who are you? Where am I!?" Thing, a student (probably the oldest or one that's been dubbed most responsible) slowly just gets up and leaves to tell a trusted adult.
"Mrs. Munroe?"
"Yes?"
"Mr. Howlett is acting funny again."
"Okay darling. Go fetch Mr. Wilson for me? There's a dear."
She, calm as ever walks into the class room, standing away from the door so not to make him feel trapped, and very clearly shows her hands as she gestures the kids to leave.
Backing himself into a corner, he watches them one by one leave, Gripping at the chalk boards ledge and the windowsil, trying to balance and ground himself.
"Come now children. Quietly and slowly please. Good job. Go next door to Mrs. Summers please." Sending them to the next class room so to leave this one empty.
She stands off to the side of the room. Hands in front of her, smiling softly. "Hello Logan."
"What? Who are you?" He almost hisses but can't help but to feel not so threatened. He always did have a sweet spot for women. Maybe its their scent difference, but like most reactive animals, he's a little calmer for women. A little more trusting.
"Im a dear friend of yours. My name is Ororo. You are in no danger here." She states this practiced sentence with the same whisper of a voice.
"Where the fuck am I. How did I get here!? Did you bring me here!?" At this point he's growling.
"Logan, I assure you that no one forced you here. This is a school. You're a teacher."
"A teacher..?" Just a tad he softens, as if you had just told someone who wanted to be a vet when they grew up that they actually would become a very good vet, except the look in his eyes was as if questioning why they would ever him do that. Be a teacher I mean.
"Yes. If you would like to leave that is okay." She slowly sits in a spare chair, her leg crossing, not knowing how long she will need to play baby sitter but she hoped someone soon would alert the other staff of this. It IS a safety risk after all and Ororo knew that if he hurt anyone at all he'd immediately regret it terribly so when he woke.
"You.. you told her to go get someone. Why? Who are you getting? For what!?" Another snap, as if he thought she was trying to trick him into letting his gaurd down.
She smiles. "Your husband."
"What the fuck do you mean my 'husband'!? What are you sayin' lady!?" The venom in the way he says this makes her giggle a bit. Oh, goodness. He really did lose all of his memories, didn't he? How was the same man who once was so dastardly in love with scott to the point of shredding his heart into a gazillion pieces and is married to the silliest man alive, so internally homophobic? The irony of the thought made her laugh.
"And that kids is how you slice someone into sushi. Rice not included-" His weapons tatics and saftey class is interrupted.
"Mr. Wilson?"
"Oh hey, squirt! You wanna learn how to disconnect someone's joints without even leaving a puncture wound?"
"Maybe later.. uhm...Mr. Howlett's scared again..."
You just see Wade running out on these kids like "I'M COMING WOLVIE!"
"What, you think it's funny!? I ain't got a husband lady! Now, Im leaving! And there's nothing you can do to stop me!" He goes to walk out the door only to run into said husband, who immediately hugs him.
"Babe!! Hi! They told me- OUCH- okay yeah I deserved that- no tocuhy I forgot."
And is stabbed.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!? Get off me! Freak!"
"D'aawww!! Did you see that? He called me a freak! I hate to tell ya cupcake, but you're married to this freak. Now, what's wrOOW- Mad kitty are we? Woah there tiger! Easy boy!"
Logan looks at him, confused, stabs him again, and is trying to figure out why Wade's not dying. He goes to slash him in the head and wades like "WAITWAITWAIT NOT INFRONT OF THE KIDS-"
Mrs. Munroe, by now, has gotten up and left, closing the door and letting out a big sigh, wondering what shade of red they were going to paint the room this time.
She does a little clicky on her walkie and infroms all the staff about the situation and so for the next half hour or so, Logan's kids get to skip class and said classroom now needs a deep scrub.
And this ladies and gentlemen is why this Logan doesn't teach history anymore.
P.E. is SOOOO much easier on his mental status, and sometimes Wade joins, and he puts the whole class against him to make them work on their team building skills. Plus- it's funny to watch your husband get slapped in the head with 20 dodgeballs.
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Cowboy!141 x Noble's Daughter!Reader (My Version of the AU)
(How you meet them)
Synopsis: Being the daughter of a noble is a jarring task as you must be always able to keep up appearances, so what exactly happens when your family hires 4 men? Men who seem dangerous yet you know nothing about, all happening to be part of the same group of people. What happens if they take an interest in you? Someone unattainable, forbidden yet also undoubtedly tempting..
Hi lovelies! Lia here again, apologies for the delay and inactivity, I had exams, projects and the recent release of part one of Bridgerton season 3. Speaking of the series, this was inspired by that and RDR2 (none of the elements are historically accurate, I think?), I genuinely hope this does well because this account has not been doing well as of late. With my mutuals leaving Tumblr and some friends are currently ignoring me, I genuinely don't know what to do anymore. From what I know, @ghouljams was the first one who created content in the cowboy!CoD AU but mine is a lot different? So please don't kill me đ
This will result in headcanons for the next few posts because my brain is attached to this AU so you will be seeing more Cowboy!Outlaw!141.
(Really FEM!Reader, maybe also Plus-size!(Chubby??)Reader?? I don't even know anymore)
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Bless your noble mother's heart, although your was seen as this very respectable and intellectual man of nobility, your mother had this heart of gold having no idea that these rugged men he has newly hired were outlaws, criminals.. murderers?
Yet your father did, something about him felt sinister, well all noble money comes from not so noble cause.
Although your mother wanted you to get to know and be familiar with the newest staff members who would do all the gnarly, energy consuming and physically challenging tasks, she did not want her daughter interacting with men who would be considered improper like seemingly mysterious men who happened to be from a far town looking for a living.
Well without your father's or mother's knowledge, that rule was thrown out the window the moment you saw one of them carrying over some of the crates that contain given by some men to your father for his services and connections, particularly drawn to the one who never seemed to take off the cloth on his face.
Something about the way he stared at you, not seeing the rest of his face, depriving you of clues as to how he felt upon seeing the only lady of the house. You gave him a warm smile, for a moment you thought you saw his lips through the mask perk up, before walking off to the lounging hall for your tutoring on language.
It was odd, you observed them from afar a lot, your personal garden was your sanctuary and you can't help but do so when they talked so loudly, no sign of inside voices.
They called each other names.. Price, Gaz, Soap and Ghost. The man you encountered was named Ghost? Surely it's some alias. Well that wasn't something you should fixate on anyway so you leave for your tasks.
You find yourself feeling a little out of it after your lessons, hoping that a little stroll through the stables behind your family's estate would either help the information sink in or keep it shun out of your mind. Either way you'd find yourself in tranquil, you heard a thud behind you and turn to find so called "Ghost" behind you.
He had dropped a crate, one filled with weapons and uncharacteristically hastily picked up all of them without paying much attention. Such an action caused him to unknowingly cut his finger on one of the blades that fell out of it's sheath.
Your eyes filled with concern as you rush over to take his hand in yours before he tried to brush off the cut and get back to his duties. You knew it was dumb to be worried over something so small that the grown man doesn't even flinch and yet there you were, practically cradling his hand in yours.
A white handkerchief that was embroidered with your favorite flowers by your own mother, something you held dear and kept pristine.. using it on his finger to keep the blood from further gushing and wipe off whatever of the red residue was left on his hand.
As the blood stopped to your relief, you brought his finger and spontaneously pressed a feather-like kiss on the wound. You were so used to doing that for your little cousins, nieces and nephews that it was just a force of habit, your face flushed the very moment you looked up to meet his gaze, what possessed you to do that?
You placed the handkerchief in his hand and composed yourself, you told him to keep it and to bring the wound to the physician to get some antiseptics before running off to god knows where.
A few days after that incident, you meet another one of them except..
You couldn't help but rush, you were late for this supposedly short promenade your family has spontaneously planned. Your favourite gloves are no where to be found and with the three sisters you have, you checked room to room, seeing who might've borrowed the lacey white fabric with the sewn in bows.
Without looking your body slams into a wall, is it a wall? You softly groan, your delicate fingers brushing on your forehead that felt like it would bruise later on. Your eyes remained closed for a few seconds as the impact caused you to feel shaken, light headed.
You open your eyes to one of the outlaws, you blink up as your vision adjusted a bit, his dark skin against the light from the window really did something..
"Are you hurt, my lady?" He asked, his deep voice was smooth and rich, almost velvety. He held you up from falling.
"N-no.. Thank you, uhh..."
"Kyle, her ladyship can call me Kyle. Although I hope it's not too informal to your status, my lady." You smiled at his words, certainly a respectful fellow despite him and his group's reputation.
You felt warmth on your sides, his palms against the fabric that separates his skin on yours, he was only being kind for steadying you after you almost fell from the earlier impact but his touch felt addicting, too much as it continued to linger.
"Kyle, it is then" You said softly, suddenly a bit more aware of your surroundings.
Fuck. He was sure he felt something just by hearing the way his name fell from your lips. Normally he'd give people, employers only and only his last name. He was so used to having been called by "Garrick", he had no idea his name would sound different, so sweet coming from a pretty maiden's lips.
He stutters for a moment, realizing that his hands are touching a lady inappropriately, something only someone she's married to would have the privilege of doing. He swiftly removed his hands from your waist and formally excused himself from your presence with the excuse of his duties.
The next time you met one of them was through your mother's ball, she was always the first to throw one to bless the upcoming season of hopes that you, your sisters and brothers shall wed soon.
You had no taste for it after having a lord step on your feet at least 20 times and not even bother to apologize with how high of a pedestal he puts himself in, you found yourself escaping through the back of your estate to the gazebo in the center of your beloved garden.
You took your tight, restricting shoes off and felt the grass on your feet as you walked toward the gazebo, now close enough to see that you weren't alone but you still continued, your feet against the cooling marble platform. You sigh as you prop yourself to sit on the stone railing next to the stranger who was currently taking a puff of his cigar.
You turned your head away, you were thrown into a fit of coughs from the strong scent of the smoke while you swatch some of it away. You tried not to heave for actual air to breathe while the man next to you chuckles, making you feel irritable.
"M'sorry love.." his gruff voice whispers which make you turn towards him, the man offering you a comforting smile.
"Shouldn't you be in there with your family, miss?" Price asked. To which you hum, "I wanted some "fresh air" and silence" you answered. Moments of silence have passed, nothing but the sound of wind that rattled the trees a bit and each other's breaths.
You look towards the light of windows of your home, the ballroom filled with laughter and talk of celebration. You sighed, knowing you must return as your parents would come looking for you, also not wanting for them to punish you for sticking around unchaperoned with their new hires.
He knew you were about to leave, it would be rude for a gentleman to leave a lady without help, hmm? He wasn't a gentleman though, an outlaw, one of the worst titles one can ever bestow a man. He was considered to be of low honor but who cares?
He kneels down on one knee in front of you, gently taking your leg in his huge hand using his thigh as leverage so he can gently slip on you shoes. For a moment you felt his forehead on your knee before he pulls away and offers you his hand..
You took it hesitantly as he helped you off the railing, you look up at him meeting his eyes. Something about them burned, making your stomach churn but not in a manner of discomfort.
You watched his back as he walked away, his footsteps on the cold marble the only thing to be heard as the noise died down..
The morning after, you've barely had enough sleep, was it the events of the previous night? Nevermind, at least you had a day or two for yourself after conducting a proposition to your parents. Free time was worth it for the sore feet you had to endure.
Not really in the mood to change into anything tight or itchy, you remain in your night clothes. Finally, some well deserved time alone, comfortable and flipping pages of a book was your type of thing.
Sure, socializing has it's benefits however nothing beats your time alone or so you thought you were alone..
A table and a few chairs were set up by the servants to your request at the gazebo, giving you the perfect view of the greenery that you have planted the seeds of.
You had your head comfortably leaned onto lounge as you continued reading. Buts something was just so distracting, a few minutes of the constant snipping and twigs breaking, you look up wanting to see who was there tending to the garden.
Your eyes widened a bit, it was improper for a lady to stare a man who has very less clothing. Nothing but his jeans, belt and hat keeping his face shielded from the heat is toned, muscular and tanned torso and arms exposed.
A little later, you hear a grunt coming from the man, Soap was it? You can't quite remember much from the night you eavesdropped on them. You heard his footsteps on the grass nearing the gazebo but you didn't bother to look up, not until..
"Ma'am? May I stay 'ere a moment? Afraid the heat is getting to me" You look up from your book and sit up to see the same man breathless. You nodded and watched as he sat on the stairs, hands on his knees as he caught his breath.
"Excuse me.." You said, loud enough to hear and catch his attention, he looks back from his position. You moved one of the chairs to face your lounge, "Please invite yourself here, I can only think of how uncomfortable the floor might be, especially when you are working at a weather like this one" Signaling him to take a seat on the chair you adjusted.
He gets up yet reluctantly makes himself comfortable on the seat, you pick a drinking glass on display from the silver tray and poured some of the cold lemonade into it, you place it down on the table and slide it to him, offering a warm smile. Your fingers on the base of the drinking glass slightly brushing against his as he takes it.
He thanks you for it and you both enjoyed the tranquil and peace.. yet you can't go back to your book, asking questions and being further interested by the man each minute passes.
The way he talked was something else, it was alluring, comforting and oddly lively, he's told you about his "past" and how he used to be a child.
"Was quite the troublemaker you see, though my family was poor and food was scarce, I found a way to feed the street animals I adoreâ"
You look at him, so invested on what he was about to say next, it was refreshing to have someone to converse with who isn't interrogating you and practically forcing their ideals of how many babies they want you to birth for them, practically wanting you to die for them.
"I used to steal bread from my neighbor, not a very nice man, selfish really. So I'd often sneak into his shack, leftovers, scraps and anything light enough for me to carry. I'd bring it to Lassie, my favorite stray dog. You remind me a lot of her Bonnie" He said.
"I remind you of a dog?" You weren't so sure if that's a compliment, then again he just called you "Bonnie", what exactly does that mean?
"Home, you remind me of home. Can't say I have felt this comfortable in years, friends and I are usually reserved yet you bring this side out of me, Bonnie. So what spell or witchcraft did you use?" He joked raising a brow at you, for a moment his attention falters as he looks down at the soft mounds of skin exposed on your chest.
"Eyes up here, Johnny."
You warned as you laugh at his question, you notice one of the servants coming out from the estate and into the garden, Johnny smiles and tips his hat to you to excuse himself so that he could get back to work.
Well this is interesting.. isn't it?
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bed chem â nanami kento.
âAre you free next week?â Your breath hitched, caught off guard by how effortlessly he turned the tables on you. It was exactly what you had been thinking, the question that had echoed in your head. He had beaten you to it, but his tone told you this was no ordinary invitation. There was more behind that simple questionâan invitation to something deeper, something physical. You raised an eyebrow, smiling to yourself, already knowing your answer. âI think I could be.â
GENRE: alternate universe - modern au;
WARNING/S: romance, love at first sight, nsfw, rated 18 and above, explicit content, kissing, making out, fingering, p to v sex, orgasm, humor, characters speaking in sexual innuendo, mention of sexual euphemisms, depiction of explicit sexual content, nanami kento is that MAN, reader really wants to have bed chem with nanami <3;
WORD COUNT: 4.8k words.
NOTE: i keep thinking about how much i wrote and how it could be a treat for the entire october in terms of kinktober but i think i realize i'll be too busy starting the 11th, so i won't be showing up to anything, so i'll just be doing all this stuff i can now and posting some in between so i can at least have something for yall, you know? also im realizing my actor sukuna series and this is a minor part of it. its such a good story!!! if you wanna read it the latest chapter is here chapter four; anyway, i hope you can feel my love through out. i'll be seeing you soon enough, though. wish me luck on my upcoming exams <3
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YOUâRE NEVER GOING TO FORGET THIS NIGHT. And you were happy about that thought. You remember the day you met him vividly, as if it happened just yesterday. You were dressed in a sheer, ethereal gown, moving gracefully through the grand corridors of a buzzing fashion venue.
Models, designers, and staff rushed around in a whirlwind of fabric and creativity, preparing for the show. You were part of that beautiful chaos, your mind focused on the evening ahead. But then you saw him.
Nanami Kento, the famous actor.
He stood out, calm amidst the frenzy, wearing a sharp white jacket that contrasted with the hectic energy around you. His sandy-blonde hair fell neatly into place, and his tall, sturdy frame exuded a sense of quiet confidence.
You exchanged brief pleasantriesâjust a moment's conversationâbut the connection felt palpable. His presence lingered in your thoughts long after. You canât help it. He was just that enigmatic. He was just that awe-strikingly beautiful.
Later that evening, a friend of his reached out, suggesting the two of you connect. You think that maybe they think you guys are going to be good for each other. Or maybe you could just be friends.
Who knows? You hadnât expected it, but before you knew it, there was a message on your phone from Nanami Kento himself. And just like that, you found yourself scrolling through his texts, your pulse quickening with every new notification.
Who's the cute guy with the white jacket and the thick accent? The thought danced in your mind, replaying your brief interaction. You wondered if you were imagining it, but something told you this connection was real.
He wasnât just like any other guy youâve dated. A lot about him was already an improvement, but you were sure, one hundred percent â he would be everything. Everything that you could ever want in a man.Â
Maybe it was all in your head, just a fleeting crush, but you couldn't shake the feeling. You have never felt like this before. You began to picture more than just idle conversation. You bet the two of you would have incredible chemistryâon all levels.
Your thoughts spiraled into fantasies, growing more vivid with every passing moment. You imagined him picking you up with ease, spinning you around like you were weightless, his strong hands firm but gentle. It just made sense, didnât it? The way he looked at you, the way his words were always so calm and collected, but with an underlying intensity that pulled you in.
There was chemistryâbed chem, as you started to call it in your mind.
You saw it all clearly: the way heâd pull you close, lower you down, his voice teasing but sweet. And his handsâhow they might trail over your skin with a deliberate touch, a mix of sweet and sinful. You were obsessed with the idea. He didnât even need to say anything when you saw him, the look in his eyes was enough to spark that connection.
You imagined asking him, casually, Are you free next week? You were certain that if you met again, everything would fall into place. Youâd fit together seamlessly, like two puzzle pieces made for each other. Your fantasies painted the perfect picture: soft sheets, the thermostat set just rightâmaybe at 69âand the two of you in sync, moving as if youâd done this a thousand times before.
You saw him later that night at the after-party, his blue eyes scanning the room until they landed on you. Your heart skipped a beat. Nanami wasnât just an actor anymore, not just a face from the big screen or a billboard. He was real, standing right there, closing the distance between you.
As he approached, you couldnât help but think, I bet weâd have really good bed chem.
The thought made you smile to yourself, a secret desire that hung in the air, just waiting to be fulfilled.
He moved closer, his stride confident but unhurried. The noise of the party seemed to fade into the background, the music and chatter dissolving as your attention zeroed in on him. You could feel the air between you thicken, an unspoken pull drawing you together. Nanamiâs eyes never left yours, his intense gaze making it clear he hadnât forgotten your brief encounter earlier in the day.
He stopped just a few steps away, close enough that you could see the faintest hints of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips. You exchanged a polite smile, but beneath the surface, the tension was palpable. It was as if every look, every subtle movement, was laden with meaning. Your heart raced, but you kept your composure.
âI didnât expect to see you here.â he said, his voice smooth, with that same deep cadence you had replayed in your mind over and over again.
You offered a light laugh, something casual, but even the smallest exchange felt charged. âFashion world is small, I guess.â
The conversation was polite, yet every word held weight. You both knew there was something more bubbling beneath the surface. And thatâs when it happenedâhe leaned in, just a fraction, and his voice lowered, the faintest hint of something playful lacing his words.
âAre you free next week?â
Your breath hitched, caught off guard by how effortlessly he turned the tables on you. It was exactly what you had been thinking, the question that had echoed in your head. He had beaten you to it, but his tone told you this was no ordinary invitation. There was more behind that simple questionâan invitation to something deeper, something physical.
You raised an eyebrow, smiling to yourself, already knowing your answer. âI think I could be.â
Nanami Kento chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming. It was a small moment, but it felt like a confirmationâlike a prophecy about to be fulfilled. You both lingered in the silence for a beat longer than necessary, the electric tension between you undeniable.
As the night went on, the party flowed around you, but your attention never strayed far from him. Each glance, each word exchanged, only built on the anticipation. By the time you said your goodbyes, you were already planning out the next week in your head.
When you finally parted ways, your phone buzzed almost immediately. A message from him.
Next week, then.
You smiled, already thinking about how things would unfold. In your mind, you could see itâhow heâd pick you up like it was nothing, his strength and control so effortless. You pictured the way heâd pull you close, then spin you around, always so deliberate but never rushed. The chemistry was undeniable, it was practically written in the stars. Bed chem, the kind that left no room for hesitation.
And when that moment finally came, you knew everything would fall into place, just like you imagined. The perfect rhythm, the thermostat set just right, every movement in sync.
It was only a matter of time.
The days that followed felt like a slow burn, each one stretching out as you found yourself replaying that moment over and over. The anticipation built, winding tighter with every passing thought of him. Every time your phone buzzed, your pulse quickened, hoping it was another message from Nanami, and more often than not, it was.
His texts were short, simpleânever too much, but just enough to keep the flame alive. He didnât need to say much for you to read between the lines. Each message held a certain calm confidence, like he knew exactly what he was doing, just like when you saw him at the party.
Each message was a spark, feeding the fire of your fantasies. Your mind wandered constantly, imagining every possible way the encounter could unfold. You knew it wouldnât be rushedâit was never rushed with someone like Nanami. Everything about him was measured, thoughtful, intentional.
Howâs your week?
Thinking about that conversation.
Looking forward to next week.
By the time the day finally arrived, you could feel your nerves dancing in your chest, excitement pulsing beneath your skin. You chose your outfit carefully, something that balanced elegance with subtle suggestion. You wanted to look as effortlessly composed as you imagined he would be.
When you arrived at the restaurant where he had suggested you meet, the atmosphere was warm, dimly lit, and intimate. Nanami was already there, sitting at a table near the window. He looked up as soon as you walked in, his eyes locking onto yours immediately, that same intensity you remembered from the party.
As you approached, he stood to greet you, his hand resting lightly on your back as he leaned in for a polite kiss on the cheek. His touch was brief but electric, and you felt the heat rise in your chest.
âYou look stunning, darling.â he said, his voice deep and smooth, just as you remembered.
You smiled, brushing off the compliment with a modest shrug, but the way his eyes lingered told you he wasnât just being polite. The dinner itself was a dance, every word exchanged adding to the tension that simmered between you. You talked about the show, your careers, little moments from your livesâbut beneath it all, there was the unspoken promise of what was to come.
It wasnât long before the two of you found yourselves alone, walking down the quiet city streets. The cool night air did little to cool the heat that was growing between you. His hand brushed yours as you walked, a casual but deliberate touch that sent a shiver down your spine.
Then, as if on cue, he stopped, turning to face you. His eyes held yours for a long moment, the city lights casting shadows over his sharp features.
âShould we continue this somewhere more private?â His voice was calm, but there was a subtle edge to it, the tension in his question making your breath catch.
You nodded, your heart racing as he reached for your hand, his grip firm but gentle as he led you toward his place. The walk was quiet, the air thick with anticipation. When you finally arrived, it felt like the world had slowed down, the moment you had been waiting for was finally here.
YOU WERE ASTOUNDED HOW SUAVE HIS EXISTENCE IS. The sight of his apartment took you by surprise, sleek and minimal yet warm, much like him. Everything was perfectly arranged, clean lines and subtle comfort that mirrored his understated charm. You couldnât help but admire him, drawn in by everything he was. The more you were around him, the more you wantedâhis presence, his touch, his everything.
He glanced at you, his gaze never wavering as he slipped off his jacket, hanging it neatly over the back of a chair. In an instant, he was standing before you, hands on your waist, drawing you close with a quiet, commanding energy. The world outside faded into the background, leaving only the two of you in the dimly lit room.
His lips hovered near your ear, his breath warm as he whispered, "Iâve been thinking about this all week."Â
The sound of his voice sent a shiver down your spine, and before you could respond, his lips found yours. The kiss was slow at first, deliberate, as if savoring the moment. You could feel the excitement become even more palpable in you.
Each movement of his mouth felt carefully measured, like he had been imagining this for far longer than you realized. His hands moved with an easy confidence, sliding across your body, each touch making you feel as though he had memorized every inch of you.
When he lifted you, it felt seamless, effortless, as though you weighed nothing at all in his arms. He carried you to the bedroom, his strong grip both protective and possessive.
There was an undeniable chemistry between youâevery brush of his skin against yours, every touch electric and charged with desire. His movements were slow, savoring the build-up, as if he had waited too long for this moment to rush through it.
Your breaths came out shallow and uneven as his lips moved from yours, down the length of your neck, leaving a burning trail in their wake. Each press of his mouth against your skin felt deliberate, purposeful, sending sparks of heat coursing through you.Â
His scent filled the space between you, rich and heady, mixing with the warmth of his body as he pressed closer. Every inch of you was aware of himâthe solid strength of his frame, the way his breath hitched slightly as his hands roamed over you.
Kentoâs fingers grazed the curve of your waist before tightening on your hips, pulling you against him with a quiet but undeniable hunger. The sensation of his body molded so tightly to yours made your heart race, your skin tingling with anticipation.Â
You bit your lip, trying to steady your breath, but it was impossible under the weight of his touch, his presence. His knee nudged between your thighs, parting them with a gentle yet insistent pressure, the friction sending a fresh wave of desire flooding through you.
"You feel so good, sweetie." he whispered, his voice low and rough, filled with want.
A soft moan slipped from your lips as his hands roamed lower, teasing the edge of your clothes before slipping beneath the fabric. His fingers dug in, just enough to make you gasp, his touch hot against your skin. The sensation of himâhis rough palms gliding over your bare skin, the tension coiling between youâwas intoxicating, leaving you breathless.
You felt his lips curl into a smirk against your neck, clearly pleased with the effect he was having on you. "I love hearing you like that, sweetie." he murmured, his breath warm and teasing as his mouth hovered near your ear. "Donât hold back."
His words sent a shiver down your spine, your body arching toward him as his fingers dipped lower, exploring you with an eagerness that made you ache. You gasped, unable to stop the sound that escaped your throat as his fingers slipped inside you, moving with a skill that left you trembling.
"OhâKento. Oh, babyâŠ.." you whimpered, the intensity of the moment overwhelming you. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging slightly as your body pressed closer to his, desperate for more of his touch. He groaned softly in response, the sound vibrating through you.
His fingers moved inside you with purpose, every stroke calculated, every flick of his wrist sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. His thumb found the sensitive bundle of nerves that made you cry out, your hips bucking instinctively against him.
"God, youâre so responsive. I like that." he growled, his voice rough with desire. His free hand gripped your waist, holding you steady as his fingers moved faster, building a rhythm that had you teetering on the edge of control.
"I want you to come for me, sweetheart." he breathed against your ear, his voice low and commanding.
You couldnât help it. The way he touched you, the way he knew exactly what you neededâit was too much. Your body responded without hesitation, muscles tightening as pleasure coiled deep inside you, ready to snap. His name fell from your lips like a prayer, broken and breathless, as you reached that sweet crescendo, your body trembling in his arms.
Kento didnât want to stop, didnât slow, as you rode the wave of pleasure. His fingers stayed inside you, coaxing every last bit of sensation from you, until you were left breathless, trembling, and utterly undone in his arms.
Kentoâs fingers slowly withdrew, leaving you sensitive and aching, but he wasnât done. His sharp gaze darkened as he looked down at you, his breath hot against your skin. He shifted, positioning himself between your thighs, and you felt a fresh rush of heat flood through you as his hands gently spread your legs wider, exposing your most sensitive, intimate places to him.
"You look incredible, slick like this." he murmured, his voice husky with desire. His eyes roamed over your body, lingering on every curve and soft line before settling on the glistening heat between your legs. The way he looked at you, so intent, so focused, made your heart race even faster.
Without a word, he lowered his head, his lips brushing the inside of your thigh with soft, teasing kisses. You shuddered beneath him, anticipation buzzing through your veins as his mouth inched closer to where you needed him most.
When his tongue finally flicked against your sensitive folds, you gasped, your back arching off the bed as pleasure shot through you. His touch was gentle at first, soft and exploratory, as if he was savoring the moment. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he took his time, each lick and kiss slow and deliberate.
"Kentoâ" you moaned, your voice breathless and needy. His hands slid up your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin as he held you steady, his mouth working against you with a precision that drove you wild.
"Mm, sâ good." he hummed against you, the vibration of his voice sending a fresh wave of sensation through your core. His tongue swirled over your clit, slow and deliberate, before he sucked gently, and the world around you seemed to blur as pleasure bloomed deep in your belly.
"You taste so sweet. So so sweet." he growled at you, his voice low and full of hunger. He didnât give you a moment to recover, his mouth returning to its work, tongue stroking over you in long, languid movements that left you trembling beneath him.
Your hands gripped the sheets, your body writhing against his mouth as he worked you closer to the edge. Every flick of his tongue, every soft press of his lips had you teetering on the brink, the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside you.
"Please, please." you whimpered, your hips bucking against his face. "Donât stop, Kentoâ"
He growled softly in response, his hands tightening on your thighs to hold you still as he intensified his pace. His tongue moved faster, more insistently, flicking and stroking your clit with a pressure that made you cry out. You could feel yourself unraveling, your body trembling uncontrollably as he pushed you closer and closer to release.
The heat inside you built with every stroke of his tongue, every soft moan he let out against you, until you couldnât hold back any longer. Your body tensed, your muscles tightening as the pleasure overwhelmed you, and with a final, desperate cry, you came undone, your release crashing over you in waves.
Kento could only find himself addicted in your taste, his mouth continuing to work against you, drawing out every last bit of your orgasm until you were trembling, breathless, and utterly spent beneath him. Finally, he pulled back, his lips glistening with your arousal, and he looked up at you with a satisfied, almost possessive smile.
"Youâre incredible, sweetie." he whispered, his voice rough and low as he moved back up your body, his lips finding yours again in a slow, heated kiss. You could taste yourself on him, and it only made you want him more.
"Kento..." you breathed, your voice barely audible but full of want. The way you said his name made him pause, his eyes darkening with desire as they met yours.
He leaned in again, his lips hovering near your ear, his voice deep and rough. âGonna keep making you feel good, sweetie.âÂ
His thumb brushed against your lower lip before claiming your mouth again in a kiss that was no longer soft or patient but filled with raw, undeniable hunger. His need for you was palpable now, every kiss, every touch pushing you both closer to the edge.
The night unraveled slowly, deliberately, as if time itself bowed to the intensity of the moment. His movements, once restrained and careful, had given way to a raw passion that filled the air with a palpable heat. The soft glow of moonlight slipping through the curtains cast fleeting shadows on his face, highlighting the quiet hunger in his eyes as he gazed down at you.
His lips, warm and persistent, traced a slow, deliberate path over the curve of your neck, sending shivers cascading down your spine. Your breath hitched as his mouth moved lower, each kiss searing your skin with a promise of what was to come.Â
His fingers followed, brushing against your skin with the lightest of touches, drawing a soft gasp from you. Every time he whispered your name, his voice low and filled with desire, it felt like the room itself pulsed in response, his words sinking into your very core.
âGod, youâre so beautiful, sweetie.â he murmured, his breath hot against your collarbone, his eyes dark with an intensity that made your heart race.
Your body arched beneath him, a mixture of pleasure and anticipation building with every gentle caress. He paused for a moment, hovering above you, his gaze locked with yours, the weight of his control making your pulse quicken. It was as if he could sense every thought, every want, every needâknowing exactly how to unravel you. And you, caught in the tide of his desire, could do nothing but surrender.
âPlease...â you breathed, the word slipping from your lips before you could even stop yourself. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained focused, intent.
His hands moved lower, his touch no longer teasing but commanding, each movement calculated to drive you closer to the edge. Your fingers tangled in the sheets, the anticipation almost unbearable as his lips brushed against your ear, sending another wave of heat through your body.
âIâve got you, sweetie.â he whispered, his voice a dark promise that sent a jolt of desire straight through you. And then, finally, after what felt like an eternity of delicious torment, he positioned himself above you, his body pressing against yours in a way that made you ache with need. âDoinâ so good for me already, arenât you?â
When he entered you, it felt like the culmination of everythingâthe tension, the desire, the quiet longing that had simmered beneath the surface for so long. A soft moan escaped your lips as he filled you completely, his movements slow and deliberate, each thrust deep and steady, leaving you breathless.
Your hands found his back, your nails digging in as you clung to him, the intensity of it all building between you like a storm ready to break. His breath was ragged now, mingling with yours in the heated air, every thrust a silent declaration of the connection that bound you together.
âDonât stop, KentoâŠ. DonâtâŠOhââ you whispered, your voice breaking as he moved faster, his control unraveling just enough for you to feel the full force of his desire. His lips found yours again, his kiss rough and hungry, matching the rhythm of his body as you moved together, lost in the heat and the need for more.
Each movement, each breath, felt like an unspoken promise, his body telling you everything he couldnât say aloud. In that moment, there was no space for hesitation, no room for anything but the overwhelming intensity of him, of you, of the way you fit together so perfectly.
When you finally came, it was everything you hadnât known you needed. Kentoâs name fell from your lips over and over, a soft chant as waves of pleasure washed over you, your body tightening around his. The intensity of it left you breathless, your fingers clutching him as if afraid to let go. Moments later, he followed you, his body tensing as he found his own release, his low groan sending shivers through you all over again.
For a long time, neither of you spoke, the only sound in the room the quiet, shared breaths of two people completely undone by the moment. He pulled you close, his arms wrapped around you protectively, his warmth enveloping you as you lay tangled together, the weight of what had just passed between you still lingering in the air.
Finally, he broke the silence, his voice soft but filled with satisfaction. âWell, I think you got your answer.âÂ
âOh? About what?â
âWe have bed chem.â He grins at you, kissing your shoulder.Â
You blinked and then laughed.
You could feel your heart still racing, and looked up at him, knowing that this moment was just the beginning.
epilogueÂ
The sunlight filtered through the bedroom window, casting a warm glow over the rumpled sheets that barely covered your body. You stretched lazily, feeling the soft, comforting weight of the blankets and the familiar presence of Nanami beside you.
His arm was draped over your waist, his chest rising and falling steadily as he slept. The peaceful moment was too perfect to pass up, so you quietly reached for your phone, snapping a quick picture of the two of you in the soft morning light.
The sheets barely covered your bodies, your bare skin visible beneath the white fabric. The scene was intimate, cozy, and full of the quiet warmth of a morning spent wrapped in each otherâs arms. You couldnât resist adding a cheeky caption before posting it online:
âCome right on me, I mean camaraderie.â
The double entendre made you giggle quietly as you hit "post" knowing it was bound to get some playful reactions. You leaned back into the pillows, snuggling against Kento, who stirred slightly at your movement, his hand tightening around your waist.
âWhat are you up to?â he mumbled sleepily, his voice rough from sleep. His eyes opened just enough to catch your mischievous grin.
âNothing⊠Just posting a little morning memory, darling.â you teased, unable to contain the laughter bubbling up inside you. Kentoâs brow furrowed, clearly suspicious but too tired to press further.
It didnât take long for the comments to start rolling in. Within minutes, his phone buzzed repeatedly on the nightstand. Kento could only feel himself groaning, reaching for it, and as soon as he saw the notifications lighting up the screen, his eyes widened in realization.
âYou didnâtâŠ?â His voice trailed off as he stared at the picture you had posted, the cheeky caption front and center.
You couldnât help but burst into laughter, watching as Nanamiâs expression shifted from confusion to mild horror, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks. He scrolled through the comments, and you could see the flood of teasing messages from his castmates already coming in.
@/GojoSatoru: Nanami, my man! Didnât know you had this side to you! đ
@/Geto Suguru: Yo, KentoâŠâŠ.You really kinky IRL, huh?
@/HaibaraYu: Is that what we call âteamworkâ now? Guess Iâve been doing it all wrong⊠đ
@/IeiriShoko: Honestly? Kinda iconic. But also, never gonna let you live this down.
Kento could feel his blush deepened as he kept scrolling, his lips pressed into a thin line, clearly flustered. His hand ran through his hair in frustration, and he glanced at you with an exasperated but fond look.
âI canât believe you posted that, sweetie.â he muttered, shaking his head as more notifications flooded in. âTheyâre never going to stop teasing me about this.â
You couldnât stop giggling, leaning over to kiss his cheek, which was now bright red. âCome on, itâs cute. Theyâll forget about it soon enough⊠maybe.â
Kento groaned again, but there was a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he pulled you closer. âYouâre impossible, hm.â he said, though the warmth in his voice made it clear he wasnât actually upset. He kissed your forehead softly, the tension in his body relaxing as he resigned himself to the teasing. âToo impossible.â
âI donât mind being impossible if it makes you blush like this.â you teased, running your fingers through his hair, enjoying the rare sight of Kento looking flustered.
âDonât push your luck, sweetie.â he replied, though the way his arms wrapped around you betrayed the affection behind his words. He sighed, resting his forehead against yours. âI guess Iâll have to get used to being the subject of their jokes for a while.â
You grinned, pressing a kiss to his lips. âIâll make it up to you, promise.â
Nanami chuckled softly, the sound low and comforting. âYou already have, sweetheart.â he murmured, his hand brushing a lock of hair away from your face. His eyes softened as he looked at you, the teasing forgotten as the moment between you became tender again.
âI donât care what they say, though.â he added quietly. âAll that matters is this. Us.â
Your heart fluttered at his words, the teasing moment giving way to a warmth that spread through your chest. You snuggled closer into his embrace, feeling the steady beat of his heart against yours, and smiled.
âGood. So do I.â you whispered, kissing him again, the teasing fading into the background as the two of you enjoyed the quiet intimacy of the morning.
Nanami Kento could feel his phone buzzing again, but this time, neither of you bothered to check it. Let them teaseâit didnât matter. All that mattered was the two of you, wrapped in each otherâs arms, finding comfort in the simple joy of being together.
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LONG HOT SUMMER NIGHT
pairing: luke castellan x fem!poseidon!reader word count: 8.4k chapter summary: it's the summer solstice and olympus is throwing a party! thalia notices the tension between you and luke, poseidon gives you some relationship advice and you punch the god of desire in the face. warnings: angst! jealous reader. lots of drinking. complicated relationships. reader dealing with ptsd + survivor's guilt (post-titan war). mention of injuries + blood. creepy guy pushing reader to hook up. ending is a bit steamy but no actual smut. spoilers for the entire pjo (book) series. no betrayal (au where chris was the one who sided w kronos and led the titan army) so slightly ooc luke <3 also reader is in a band called the midnight sirens and is born on the summer solstice! author's note: thank you so much for all the love for part 1!! summer is almost over and this is very much a summer series BUT summer's not over yet !!! hope y'all enjoy this one too and thanks 4 reading đ
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âȘ: long hot summer night by jimi hendrix
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Luke Castellan Camp Half-Blood, Half-Blood Hill 3.141 Farm Road Long Island, New York 11954
LUKE!Â
Iâm sitting in my kitchen right now, watching Percy make us blue blueberry pancakes and hoping he doesnât burn down my kitchen while doing so. I caved and agreed to take him to Disneyland while heâs here and breakfast was part of the deal, but I think I might regret it later.Â
We went surfing yesterday. It was Percyâs first time, but he was (unsurprisingly) amazing at it. I still canât get over how beautiful the beaches are and the waves â gods, the waves are unreal. Youâd seriously love it here. Itâs like every day is summer. You have to come visit. PLEASE come visit!!!!
- [your initial]
P.S. The band and I are working on some new music, which means I wonât make it to camp again this summer. Iâm sorry ;( Fingers crossed Iâll make it next year.Â
P.P.S. hi luke! happy to report that i did not burn down my sisterâs kitchen. anyways, canât wait to kick your ass in sword-fighting this summer. xoxo, percy
THREE YEARS LATERÂ
the first time you visited olympus, you had been sent on a quest to retrieve zeusâ stolen lightning bolt, bringing luke and charles beckendorf along with you. you had missed the summer solstice deadline, but still tried to reason with the king of the gods when presenting the symbol of power, maybe calling him out once or twice along the way. before zeus could strike you down for your boldness, poseidon stepped in. the war between them was averted in fear of a much larger, looming threat; an ominous introduction for what was to come in the next chapter of your life.
another time, the gods debated whether or not they should kill you, some seeing you as a threat to their future. that was the day you accepted your destiny, not wanting your brother percy or your cousin nico to deal with the weight of the great prophecy.Â
your last visit to olympus was on your 18th birthday, after helping to defeat kronos and his army. you made the gods swear to stop neglecting their kids and to allow all demigods, regardless of whether their parent was an olympian or not, to have a home at camp half-blood; to treat their children as children rather than heroes as pawns in their twisted games.
needless to say, itâs quite strange, being back here under very, very different circumstances, where the gods invited camp half-bloodâs senior counsellors and staff to join in their summer solstice festivities.
itâs not every day youâll be invited to a party on olympus; youâre determined to have a good time, to have fun. thereâs already an abundance of music, dancing, food, or alcohol, and the night is just getting started.
youâre happy to be there with new and old friends, but youâre ecstatic when you see that thalia grace is there, too.Â
âimmortality looks good on you, t!â you compliment, raising your voice slightly over the music.
thalia preens, and you bask in her silver glow.Â
âbet you wish you took the gods up on their offer, huh,â she teases. then, her eyes widen. âoh - shit! itâs your birthday! happy birthday!âÂ
thalia tackles you with another hug; even after all these years, she still smells like pine trees. she grabs two goblets of honeyed wine and hands one to you as you catch up. you eagerly gulp the sweet drink, until youâre reaching for another while listening to her stories about adventures sheâd been on with the hunters of artemis.Â
about halfway through her story about fighting off a manticore during a snow storm, a nymph appears with a platter of the ripest of fruit â sweet plums and fresh figs, tantalising pomegranates, succulent grapes and crisp apples.Â
âoh my gods, this is the best apple iâve had in my entire life!â thalia exclaims after indulging in a taste, herself giddy from a few goblets of wine. âwhereâs luke? heâs gotta try this â heâs always reminding us to eat more fruit. luke!âÂ
you hadnât kept track of luke, at least not on purpose. you assumed heâd been off partying with van or his siblings, and, probably, avoiding you. wherever he was, thalia calls his name twice more and, like a ghost, luke appears.Â
âiâm here, t.â lukeâs voice is a deep, steady rumble floating above the music. his cheeks are slightly flushed, either from the heat or the drinks. likely both. âwhatâs up?â
âyou need to try this.â thalia shoves the apple in his mouth before luke can respond.Â
luke takes a bite, and some juice drips down his chin. you, in a honey-soaked haze, think about running your tongue over to catch it, but he beats you to it, wiping it away with the back of his hand.Â
probably for the best.
âholy shit. yeah, itâs good.â
thalia, a sparkle in her eyes, urges you to try it as well. from across the makeshift triangle the three of you had formed, luke tosses the apple your way. you catch it effortlessly, and sink your teeth into it.Â
youâve almost overwhelmed by the burst of flavor. the fruit is just the right amount of tart to balance out the sweetness, and itâs damn near the best crunch youâve ever experienced.
âgood is an understatement,â you say after another bite. a distant memory crosses your mind. âi wonder if these are the same ones we almost got killed by a hellhound for.âÂ
thalia shakes her head, laughing in disbelief. âall because luke said we needed more vitamin c.â
âi was just looking out for us!â luke guffaws. âhow was i supposed to know that persephone owned an apple orchard in connecticut?â
you pat his shoulder, the three of you smiling at the memory. âletâs call it an honest mistake.â
âwell if annabeth had been with us by then, iâm sure that she wouldnât have made that same honest mistake.âÂ
âokay, but sheâs the daughter of athena ââ
you let luke and thalia slip back into their playful bickering as if no time has passed. you listen and continue eating that glorious apple, enjoying how the golden glow of your shared past fills whatever distance might have grown between the three of you.Â
somewhere down memory lane, lukeâs amber eyes flick towards you.
âhey, youâve got someâŠ.â without another word, luke suddenly reaches over to brush away a trail of juice with his thumb before sticking the finger in his mouth to savour the taste. he holds your gaze as he does so, and you feel a familiar kind of heat rush through your body â not from alcohol or summer sun, but from luke.Â
itâs such an intimate gesture that you almost forget that youâre at some extravagant party on mount olympus, where gods and half-bloods and a whole bunch of other mythological creatures are celebrating the start of summer by essentially getting drunk together, until thalia clears her throat.Â
âokay, well, seems like the two of you might want some alone time.â
lukeâs cheeks grow more flushed than before, and his eyes widen as if realizing what heâd done.
âoh, we donât need ââ
âweâre not ââ
you and luke both stumble over your words; thalia just smiles knowingly.Â
âiâm gonna go flirt with that nymph,â she announces, pointing across the grand marble pavilion.
âi thought â doesnât artemis sort of frown upon that sort of thing?â you ask.
âshe makes exceptions on holidays. besides, iâm her favourite. you guys have fun.â thalia winks at you and walks away.
you glance at luke and, gods, thereâs so much history between you.Â
the time you jumped into an ocean full of sirens to save luke from drowning? you have a scar running down your forearm where one of them scratched you as you struggled to get luke towards the surface.Â
or when you took turns holding up the sky while on a quest to save lady artemis and defeat the titan atlas? itâs evident in the matching streaks of grey that you each have running through your hair. whenever you see your reflection in the mirror, you remember how you couldnât save your cousin bianca di angelo earlier that day, and how nico has had to grow up without a sister because of a promise you broke.
how about when you, luke, and one of your best friends were sent on a mission to destroy the princess andromeda, the headquarters of kronosâ army? only the two of you survived, and sometimes you can still feel luke squeezing your hand pike he did during charles beckendorfâs burial shroud ceremony while you both cried.
or when luke took a sword between the ribs for you because he, somehow, knew the one spot the curse of achilles left you vulnerable? he can only slouch for so long before the bones there start to ache.
so, yeah. thereâs way too much history, and so many tangled threads, and now really isnât an ideal time to unravel it all.Â
âiâm gonna go find my dad,â you blurt out and disappear into the crowd with no real intention of finding your father.Â
the once sweet apple now tastes rotten on your tongue; you rid yourself of it in exchange for some more wine. youâre determined to have fun â no pain or heartache or grief.Â
youâve all had enough of that for three lifetimes.Â
summer â age 14
âsorry your birthday was ruined.âÂ
luke exhaled sharply when you pressed a disinfectant-soaked cloth to the wound on his leg.
âhold still,â was all you mumbled in response, brows knitted together as you wrapped the cut in gauze.Â
once you were done with his leg, you moved on to lukeâs hands, burned by poisonous acid. the four of you had run into a hydra earlier that night. you managed to wound it enough so you could all get away, but not before a few injuries were sustained.Â
you were uncharacteristically quiet as you worked. you only met lukeâs gaze to warn him before pouring some nectar on his wounds. you let luke hold your hand, tightly, as the liquid dripped through his fingers and down to yours, first right, then left. the pain was instant, seering almost as much as the hydra acid, but it was over quickly. the last thing you did was bandage each hand before getting up.Â
âiâmâŠiâm gonna check on thalia and annabeth. iâll take first watch.â
luke caught your hand before you got away.
âwait. youâre bleeding.â he pointed to the cut on your brow. you had been so preoccupied in making sure everyone else was safe that you let crimson liquid drip down your face. it probably stung, too, based on your grimace.
luke wiped away the blood with his sleeve, used nectar to disinfect the wound, and dressed it with a fresh bandage, working silently as you did.
âitâs still your birthday,â luke finally said once he was done. âyou get some rest; iâll take first watch.â
you gave him a small, strained smile before checking on the others.Â
later that night, you stayed up with luke anyways.Â
seemingly out of nowhere, you handed him your portable cassette player. luke stared at it for a moment, unwilling to comprehend just what you were offering and, more importantly, why.Â
you and luke had grown accustomed to sharing things: flannels, socks, makeshift beds and scavenged food. but this â
it was your auntâs.Â
you never met your mother, whoâd left you as a baby, and of course, poseidon was too busy tending to his underwater kingdom to step in as a parent. your aunt raised you as her own. and then you lost her, too.Â
you kept her cassette player buried deep in your bag with some mixtapes she had made and ones youâd stolen throughout the years. when it wasnât your turn to keep watch, luke would sometimes catch you with headphones on, looking up at the stars.Â
luke liked to think he knew you well; all those subtle elements that made you â the crack of your knuckles, the cadence of your voice, the slope of your nose, the dreams of your childhood. engraved in his own personhood. bones and all.Â
and, still: he didnât know you, not entirely.Â
youâd only allowed luke to listen with you once, maybe twice. heâd never forget what it was like: knees pressed together and heads just as close to keep the wires from stretching too far; you gushing about the magic of jimi hendrix, recounting memories that echoed through gentle guitar riffs; luke yearning for one more song to play, for another a wistful smile of yours to appear. luke, wishing to linger in your private oasis a beat longer before you pushed him out again and closed the door behind him.Â
the one lock luke couldnât crack: your grief, and how you carried on so buoyantly despite its weight.
well, there you were, presenting the key to luke as an offering. a sacrifice for something luke would never ask of you.Â
âthisâŠ.â luke swallowed the lump in his throat, refusing to look at you. he turned the device over in his bandaged hands, the metal smooth, though well-worn. âyou canât just ââ
leave. you canât just leave. you canât just â
âhey.âÂ
your hand over his, forcing him to stop spiralling and look at you.Â
right away, luke regretted it. a small sliver of him, however delusional, had hoped that you were joking.Â
you werenât. behind you, there was an empty space where you had previously wedged your sleeping bag. your backpack was already strapped around your shoulders, fully packed.Â
âi need to leave, luke. we canât stay together. itâs too dangerous.â
âyou donât need to ââ
âthereâs more of us, now,â you interrupted, pulling your hand away to rest on your thigh. âfour demigods together isnât ideal. weâve been attracting more monsters. more deadly monsters.â
âthat would happen, anyways. it always has whether itâs the four of us, the two of us, orâŠ.âÂ
luke stopped his sentence short, not even wanting to give you the idea to go out on your own, even though youâd probably been thinking about leaving for some time.Â
you made reckless decisions sometimes, but this didnât seem to be one of them.
âwell, itâs happening more.â your voice was steady, too steady. luke imagined you rehearsing just what to say to counter the inevitable backlash.Â
luke shook his head. âiâd be dead if it werenât for you.â
âyou almost died because of me,â you clipped. you lifted a hand to touch the bruise on lukeâs jaw, but let it drop just as quickly. âyou know that children of the big three cause more trouble. maybe we managed it when it was the two of us, but now, thereâs more to consider. a child of poseidon and a child of zeus, travelling together. itâs like weâre asking to be killed. itâs too dangerous.â
âthatâs our life,â luke snapped. âyou canât just run from it.â from us.
you faltered, looking back to where annabeth and thalia were sleeping peacefully.Â
oh. he must have said that last part out loud, too.Â
âyou know iâm right,â is all you said.
luke could only shake his head again. because, fine, you werenât entirely wrong. it was more dangerous â but it was danger luke hoped youâd all face, together.Â
âiâve made up my mind,â you added, an anchor in the sand.
âdonât leave.â lukeâs words came out as a prayer. if he offered something, maybe youâd stay.
you paused to take a shaky breath. âthis isnât goodbye, luke. i swear to poseidonâŠfuck, i swear to all the gods that this isnât goodbye.â
luke couldnât speak. there were tears bubbling in his throat, threatening to spill.Â
âso, keep this for me,â you whispered, once again placing your hand on top of lukeâs. his fingers gripped your cassette player tightly, like it was the only piece of driftwood leftover from a shipwreck, keeping him from sinking into the cold, dark nothing. âyouâll give it back when we see each other again.â
a promise.Â
âfine,â luke conceded, though he wanted to scream at you. he wanted to argue like little kids â petty, loud, meaningless, back and forth until tears streamed down cheeks and throats were raw.Â
but, you were leaving, one way or another. luke didnât want this shared memory to be tainted if it might be your last.
âyou have to take this, then. give it back when we see each other again.â
luke removed the chain from around his neck, the one that held the key to his childhood home. he placed it around yours, instead.
he didnât need the key now, but his mother had given it to him when he was six. before he knew what it meant to be the son of hermes, god of thieves.Â
call him sentimental, but luke had kept it. just in case he ever got lost.Â
âif youâre ever back in connecticut, you have a home.â
âyeah, okay.â you smiled softly.Â
it fell just as quickly.Â
âtake care of them,â you told him. âof yourself, too. iâll see you again when itâs safe.â
luke didnât ask when it would be safe, because the truth is that it might never be.
âbecause you want your cassette player back?â luke joked, instead trying to lighten the mood, to capture one last moment of brightness.
you laughed softly to not wake the others.Â
âyeah. that too.â
you pressed your forehead to his, something you hadnât done since you were kids.Â
âiâll see you again,â you repeated.
without another word, you got up and jogged away. luke shut his eyes, refusing to see you become nothing but a shadow.Â
(you looked back several times, but he couldnât see through the darkness.)
now
call the gods out on their bullshit (you encourage it), but if they have one thing going for them, itâs that the olympians know how to throw a party.Â
the night grows darker, yet somehow becomes more lively. demeter and persephone had supplied a generous amount of fresh, decadent fruit, and dionysus an even more generous amount of wine. apollo starts a karaoke corner and youâre just tipsy enough to agree to sing a duet with him in order to break the ice. apparently, heâs a big midnight sirens fan and had seen your band when you headlined at glastonbury festival. you smile to yourself, imagining your bandmatesâ faces if you told them that the god of music had watched you perform.
as you hand the microphone to a giggling dryad, the sound of your name washes over like gentle waves on a shore.
âif it isnât my sweet, summer child!â your father brings you in for a hug and an ocean breeze engulfs you â salt and sand and sun.Â
âhi dad,â you exhale as you pull away.Â
you hadnât seen each other in a while, but poseidon looks the same. heâs dressed in a turquoise hawaiian shirt and birkenstocks with a crown of seashells on his head. thereâs a cocktail umbrella in his glass, a slice of pineapple wedged onto the rim. youâre about to ask him how he managed to secure a pina colada and where you might find one, too.
âthat was quite the performance!â poseidon takes an eager sip of his drink, green eyes sparkling like sea glass in the sun. âi must tell you: your newest album is all the rage in atlantis. the nereids and merpeople canât seem to get enough of it and, truthfully, i find myself playing it on repeat as well. youâre quite talented.âÂ
you try not to let your shock slip through, instead smiling and asking how things are in his underwater kingdom, but youâreâŠ.touched at your fatherâs unexpected praise.
the gods arenât perfect, and your father is no exception. theyâre divine beings who have time to conceive children, but not to raise them. thereâs a long history of them abandoning, mistreating, and manipulating their own offspring. of course, being the prophecy child, it became practically impossible for your father to ignore you; youâre sure that being dubbed the saviour of olympus gives him bragging rights with his immortal family. even with their sworn promise to change, itâs impossible not to resent the gods in some ways.Â
still, you feel comforted by your father's presence at times â when you catch the perfect wave on your surfboard, for example, or when you sit on your fire escape during a storm after a bad day. itâs been like that pretty much all your life: poseidon there in spirit, not in practice. despite everything, heâs watched over you, and percy, throughout the years.
and here poseidon is now, grinning at you like youâre his pride and joy.Â
âenough about aquatic politics.â he pats your shoulder enthusiastically after telling you about the struggles of keeping humans from overfishing. âi came over to wish you a happy birthday. and to give you this.âÂ
poseidon reaches into the pocket of his shirt and hands you something youâd long thought gone: a leather cord with several clay beads and a silver key.
âi found it off the california coast,â he explains. âi kept meaning to get it to you, but i suppose time has a way of getting away from us, immortal or not.â
a warmth grows in your chest as you run your thumb over your old camp necklace, bright and full. it had fallen off one day when youâd gone surfing, and you assumed it was lost to the ocean. you'd been given a fresh leather cord when you arrived at camp earlier this summer, but it felt empty. hollow.
âthanks, dad.âÂ
you smile at him as you put on the necklace; it feels like coming home. your father then asks you about your summer so far.
you tell him all about your life as of late, until you catch a glimpse of luke with van on a marble bench at the other end of the pavilion. van is sitting in lukeâs lap, and they lean over to whisper something in his ear before kissing his cheek.Â
you freeze mid-way through your sentence.
sensing the shift in mood, poseidon frowns. he turns his head to follow your gaze.
âah.â poseidon turns back to you and clears his throat. ânow, i donât mean to pry, but i saw you earlier with the castellan boy.â
you flush at the fact that your moment with luke was witnessed by your own father. âdad ââ
âdid you know in ancient greece, throwing someone an apple and having them catch it is considered a marriage proposal?â
âiâm pretty sure that was disproven,â you scoff.
poseidon raises an eyebrow at you, clearly amused. âwhich one of us was actually there, hm?â and though you roll your eyes, you canât argue with that. âi just wanted to know if there was a wedding happening in the near future.â
you almost choke on the last remnants of your wine. âdad.â
âiâm kidding. iâm kidding! mr. castellan seems otherwise occupied.âÂ
âyeah, it does seem that way,â you grumble.
poseidon puts a hand on your shoulder, firm but reassuring. âregardless: if you find someone who would go to tartarus and back with you, someone who would fight alongside you every step of the way, you hold on to them. thereâs only so much time you mortals have on this earth.â
you sigh â easier said than done â but your father is trying, so you manage a nod.
âiâll keep that in mind.â
ânow, i better go â â poseidon looks over your shoulder, where the air behind you starts to feel staticky. âit seems a disagreement is brewing between zeus and hades. they always get into it whenever dionysus makes the wine a bit too strong. brother, put away the lightning bolt ââ and he rushes away to prevent another divine conflict from arising.
left to your own devices, you venture over to the food table, finding an array of fresh and dried fruit, breads, cured meat, fresh oysters and, of course, more wine. you grab a goblet and a few dried figs.
âcareful, i heard dionysus made the wine extra strong tonight,â someone warns, creeping up beside you. the voice is soft and alluring, and you feel something tug at your heart.Â
you do a double take when you turn to them; the person is devilishly handsome, a golden aura paired with a golden smile.Â
(you will soon find out that the god flirting with you is the son of ares and aphrodite, the latter of which takes the appearance of whoever the onlooker loves. as it turns out, her son appears in the same way.Â
all this to say: it doesnât mean anything that this god looks like luke castellan to you.Â
it doesnât mean anything at all.)
âiâm eros.â
âhey. iâm ââ
âi know who you are, savior of olympus.â eros winks at you. âi just never realized you were so beautiful.â
your cheeks heat up as you take a sip of your drink.
oh, shit.Â
okay. the literal god of desire and pleasure is flirting with you.Â
youâre flattered, really, and maybe the wine has gotten to your head, but youâre not eager to turn him away.
âwell, iâve definitely heard about you, and the rumors do not do you justice,â you quip, painting on a flirtatious smile.
eros puffs out his chest, clearly pleased.Â
over the next few minutes, you decide that eros can hold a decent conversation, asking you the classic first date questions about your likes and dislikes, and heâs cute enough that you wouldnât mind things going further.Â
(he might be a god, but heâs no luke. you push that thought away, and force yourself to flirt with helios. eros. right, eros.)
eros leans in close, pretends to listen to you, lets his gaze drop every so often to the deep v-neck of your shirt. Â
âno way! 13 going on 30 is a classic,â you argue. you nudge your shoulder into erosâs playfully, and let the contact between you linger. eros, the inspiration for cupid himself, has angel wings, and you feel them brush softly against your burning skin.Â
âitâs totally overrated!â eros exclaims. âalso, the childhood friends to lovers trope gives people false hope.â
âitâs not false hope. itâs about the buildup to their happily ever after,â you reason, swallowing some wine to dislodge the lump in your throat.
eros shakes his head. âtrust me, baby, itâs all about the instant attraction. thatâs where the excitement is.âÂ
heâs so close now, you can smell the sharp alcohol on his breath. not wine, but something stronger.
âoh? what do you mean by that?â you lean impossibly closer, trailing a finger down his chest.
eros smirks, placing a hand on your thigh. âwant me to demonstrate?âÂ
not even a second after you whisper a yes, eros crashes his lips onto yours, and you will yourself to kiss back. he slides his tongue in your mouth, runs his hands over your body.Â
youâre making out with the god of desire and passion, so, objectively, itâs a good first kiss: soft around the edges and firm where it needs to be.
sure â you feel nothing, no real spark, but itâs almost enough to fill the hole in your heart in the shape of a certain son of hermes.Â
the son of hermes who has moved on and is in a loving relationship with a perfect emotionally available partner.Â
so, itâs fine.Â
this, this thing with eros, is fine.Â
youâre fine.
eros pulls away first, but keeps a hand on your cheek.
âlet's get out of here.âÂ
he grabs your wrist before you have a chance to answer. you stand up, let him weave you through the crowd towards the stairs of the pavilion. apparently, his room is just through the garden.Â
as he tugs you along, he looks back at you, smiling. under the glow of the stars, eros looks just like luke, except itâs becoming harder to ignore that he isnât luke and that makes you feel all sorts of nauseous. your camp necklace weighs on your chest and, in particular, the silver key that youâd kept for all those years burns through your skin.Â
lightheaded, you pull away from erosâ grip just as you reach the top of the stairs and place a hand on the column next to you to steady yourself.
eros turns around sharply. âwhat is it?â
âi changed my mind, actually. letâs justâŠkeep talking here.â
eros grabs your wrist again, his grip tighter than before. âdonât be a tease.â his tone is ever-so-gentle, but thereâs an edge behind his words.Â
this time, your voice comes out more assertive. âi just changed my mind. that doesnât make me a tease.â
âcome on, baby, donât you wanna experience what real passion is? this is a once in a lifetime opportunity that a million girls would kill for. youâd be an idiot to pass it up.â he brags, and youâre this close to breaking this guyâs nose, god or not.Â
âi donât care,â you snap, struggling to break free from his grip. âand iâm not your baby.â
âokay, whatever,â eros rolls his eyes, but quickly plasters on an arrogant grin. âweâll go somewhere private and iâll call you whatever you want.â
he manages to drag you down two steps as you strain against his iron grip, now almost cutting off your circulation. your heartbeat quickens and you feel dizzy. finally, you grab onto the railing for leverage and use your strength to rip out of his grip, forcing eros to stop in his tracks.
âwhat is it now?â he snaps, whipping his head around once more.Â
he looks nothing like luke, now.
âjust stop, eros.â
âlisten,â he starts, speaking to you almost mockingly, like youâre a naive little kid. so much for being the savior of olympus. âtrust me, i know what people want, so you donât have to be shy. i promise to be the best youâve ever had ââ
âeros, is it?â the rest of the party is in full motion, but hereâs percy, giving eros one of the most intense death stares youâve ever seen. percy, your little brother who talks to lonely fish at the aquarium; who, if you cut open, would bleed blue m&mâs; who would never let anyone, god or otherwise, hurt someone he loves. âiâm gonna have to ask you to let go of my sister.â
âmind your own business, kid,â eros hisses. âweâre kinda in the middle of something.â he tries to move you down another step, but you stand your ground.
annabeth, no longer the scared little seven year old you, luke, and thalia found behind a dumpster, is also glaring at liam from the top of the stairs. one of her hands rests firmly on her belt, where she keeps her dagger.Â
âiâd back off, if i were you,â she warns. âwouldnât want to cause a scene.â
âjust mind your own business,â eros snarls.
âthey said leave her alone,â thalia asserts, walking over once she sees whatâs happening. âand you donât wanna mess with us, trust me.â she clenches her hand into a fist.
âwho the fuck are you? her bodyguards?âÂ
âjust let her go,â percy orders. âmy sister can do a lot better than a minor god with a major god complex.âÂ
eros growls, baring his teeth at percy. âyou impertinent little shit.â
as soon as eros lunges for your brother, you tug one of his wings towards you, hard. he whips around and you take the opportunity to punch him in the face. he doubles over, golden ichor gushing from his nose.
âiâd be careful if i were you, baby,â you seethe. âyou wouldnât want to go up against the demigods who led an army against kronos and won. unless, of course, humiliation is a kink of yours.â you laugh humorlessly at the way eros scowls at your words. âto each their own,â you continue. âbut iâm not in the mood to fuck an entitled creep with angel wings to compensate for his tiny dick. you better fucking respect that, and leave us alone while youâre at it.â
erosâ flirtatious smile is long gone, replaced with the kind of anger only entitled, self-important jerks have when they donât get what they want and theyâve taken a few blows to their ego.Â
call it stupidity or arrogance, but his only response is a punch delivered right back to your face.Â
you hear a crack upon impact, and pain radiates from your nose. you stumble, but percy manages to reach out and catch you before you fall down the stairs. he holds you as thalia and annabeth create a barrier between you and eros. you hear them shouting at eros over the music, but their exact words donât register.
you lick your lips, tasting blood. your ears are ringing, and everything is suddenly all fuzzy. percy tries his best, but you slump your body weight into his and he almost topples over.
âiâve got her.â lukeâs calm and measured voice cuts through the chaos. you feel a strong, familiar arm wrap around your waist to steady you. âfrom what i remember, you were too much of a coward to even step foot on the battlefield, so iâd listen to her if you know whatâs good for you.â in a haze, you guess that luke is directing his sharp words towards eros, before turning to the others and instructing: âyou guys take care of this â find clarisse if you need back up.â
somehow, you find yourself over in a small secluded temple, sitting on a window bench overlooking the clouds as luke sits next to you.
like most of olympus, the building is made of marble with gold accents; this one has roses engraved on the walls, and the space smells like flowery perfume. itâs much quieter than the pavilion, though you can hear laughter and music in the distance. itâs cooler, too, but not by much; even without all the body heat, you're left with sticky summer air, and lukeâs breath on yours, sweet with wine and ripe fruit, as he carefully examines your injury.
you feel your head spinning all over again. maybe itâs the alcohol, or the adrenaline, or the fact that the two of you havenât been this close in a while â probably a dangerous mix of all three.Â
you know (from trying not to but ultimately not being able to pull your attention away from him after all) that heâs had a few drinks as well; it seems like the two of you ignore each other best when youâre sober.
âthought the curse of achilles would protect you from nosebleeds.â
âguess it doesnât protect against ââ what did percy call eros? â â minor gods who have major god complexes,â you recite.
luke looks slightly amused. âthatâs a shame,â he hums. âwould have been nice to get one birthday without being injured.â
a smile creeps onto your face, despite the dull ache from your nose.
âyou remembered.â
âof course i remember,â luke almost scoffs like the mere suggestion of forgetting what day you were born is an insult to his very character. he meets your gaze, and you could melt when he offers you that lopsided smile of his, painfully familiar. âhappy birthday, aquagirl,â and itâs the softest heâs spoken to you in a while. just like old times.
he remembers.Â
somewhere within him, luke holds on to fragments of you.
he wipes the blood off your face, the sleeve of his silk white button-down now stained crimson. âhowâs your hand?â he asks.Â
you flex your fingers. âitâs been better,â you answer, your knuckles slightly aching. âtotally worth it.â
âi guess all those years away didnât change anything. still willing to put a god in their place, huh?â
all those years away.Â
the reminder feels like a stab to the heart, and youâre worried that it might burst the comfortable bubble you and luke had drunkenly stumbled into.Â
thankfully, luke continues:
âthe kids really take after you.â
he says as a joke, mostly, but thereâs a sincerity in those deep brown eyes of his, too. something you also hadnât seen from him in a while.Â
the kids, who youâd in some ways raised together when monsters were trying to kill you and the gods didnât care enough to stop it.Â
the family you and luke had built together despite being born into the world of greek tragedies.Â
âas if annabeth wasnât threatening to pull the dagger you gave her, skywalker,â the nickname rolling off your tongue with ease. âbesides, theyâre not kids anymore.â
âyeah.â he pauses. âneither are we.âÂ
lukeâs fingers trace your camp necklace, brush against your collarbone. the breath hitches in your throat.
here you are again, at the edge of something real and very scary, and you fear luke is going to push the two of you over.Â
but he doesnât. instead, luke suggests, jokingly: âmaybe we should start a fight club at camp.âÂ
you take that as a good sign: like you, heâs hoping to preserve the playfulness between you before everything else seeps in and ruins it. before youâre brought back to the present, where youâre practically ignoring each other.
where youâre fine, but really.Â
you snort. âchiron and mr. d would love that.â
âlike theyâd ever find out!â luke explains. âyou know the first rule of fight club ââ
âdonât talk about fight club,â you finish together.Â
luke laughs, even though itâs not that funny. you laugh, too.Â
and thatâs the thing that really, truly gets you.Â
try as you might to ignore it, some days itâs hard to forget the pain and heartache and grief.Â
you still feel like your life is a battlefield; you still see the ghosts of everyone you couldnât save even though people call you a savior; you still have those scars, inside and out, that seemed healed but ache every once and a while.Â
but that isnât all.Â
sometimes it hurts more thinking back to the good times and knowing, deep down, you can never go back.
summer â age 13
âugh â you think with all their power, the gods could help stop global warming,â you groaned, swatting away a mosquito that tried to land on you. âdo you think they have air conditioning on olympus?â
âoh, for sure,â luke quipped. he gave you a lopsided smile, his curls sticking to his forehead, drenched in sweat.Â
it was the summer solstice, the longest and the hottest day of the year so far. the two of you had found a perfectly good hideout, but luke insisted that this place would be worth the move.Â
heâd been leading you down side streets for what felt like forever. the sun had already set, and you were very close to passing out from the heat, until luke finally stopped at a door behind an alley, with a sign reading CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS.Â
luke knelt down to do whatever son-of-hermes lock magic he had to do to get the door open. he flipped a switch, and you winced at the sudden overwhelming brightness.Â
the destination was different than the hideouts you usually sprung for: those small, hole-in-the-wall type places. instead, this space was big and bright, filled with arcade games and fun posters and neon colours. the type of place a kid might have a party or where a group of normal teenagers might spend their friday night.Â
âwhatâŠwhat is this?â
âyou thought i forgot, didnât you?â luke smirked at you. he sat down on the colourful carpet, taking out some snacks, a small plastic bag with coins, a wrapped box, and a plastic blue crown, and gestured for you to join.
you did, in fact, think that luke had forgotten your birthday.Â
birthdays were bittersweet for children of gods, who were constantly reminded that any year could be their last, their youth cut short by monsters or prophecies or a fatal flaw. all the two of you usually did on either birthday was split any sweet treat you could get your hands on.Â
it wasnât a big deal, really, to skip that tradition of yours. there were much more urgent things to worry about, like finding food and water and shelter, and not being devoured by monsters.Â
you did think it was strange that luke hadnât so much as said happy birthday to you all day, but you knew that he loved you.
(like a friend loves a friend. nothing else, no matter how much your stomach fluttered at the thought of him.)Â
âi wanted to surprise you,â luke explained once you claimed your spot next to him. he reached over to place the crown on your head. âi found this place a few days ago during a food run. it reminds me of where we had your ââ
âeighth birthday party, yeah.â you smiled at the memory of running around and feeding quarters to every machine and trying every game, of your classmates singing happy birthday to you off-key before you all stuffed your faces with sickly sweet confetti cake.Â
truthfully, you never thought about having another celebration like that again.
but, it was five years from that faded childhood memory, and luke was presenting you with something you didnât even realize you had needed: the chance to be a kid again.
âso,â luke got up, a wide smile on his face. he held the plastic bag in one hand, extending the other to you. âwhich do you wanna play first?â
you started with space invaders, then moved on to dragonâs lair and pac-man. you took a break before street fighter ii so that luke could ceremoniously light a candle and present a cupcake that had been tossed around in his bag (but you were still very, very grateful for), along with fresh batteries for your portable cassette player. he had made you a mixtape too, though you couldnât figure out how.Â
your last stop was a photobooth. you vowed to keep those pictures â a collection of you and luke together, smiling bright and colourful, goofing off and laughing â for the rest of your life.
now
those moments from past summers are like popsicles melting in the sun: tangible for a limited time before leaving you with a sickly sweet mess of what once was.Â
you think about what happened earlier, how percy, annabeth, and thalia stepped in to protect you, still the brave kids you had once known so well. how luke is here with you now, taking care of you so tenderly even after youâve silently agreed to give each other the cold shoulder.Â
maybe luke is right. maybe all those years away didnât change anything.Â
except â once you leave this temple and the alcohol leaves your system, it wonât be the same.Â
none of you are kids anymore, if you ever even were.Â
âwhyâd you go for eros, anyway?â luke asks, breaking you away from your thoughts. he removes his sleeve from your nose since the bleeding seems to have finally stopped.
âyou really wanna know?â
âyeah. most gods are assholes. and youâreâŠâ luke places a hand close to your leg, pinky finger brushing your thigh. âyou.â
âi went for eros becauseâŠ.well, honestly, i donât think i cared who it was, as long as they made me forget you,â you admit, because what did you have to lose. you probably have a broken nose, you definitely have blood on your shirt, and your time with luke is running out.Â
lukeâs eyes darken. his fingers start to play with the hem of your shorts.Â
âdid it work?â his voice is a whisper, but heâs close enough that heâs crystal clear.
âno.â
itâs hard to determine who leans in first, but soon enough your lips are on lukeâs â messy and urgent. noses bumping together, teeth clacking against each other. he cradles your face in his hands, and you move to straddle his waist. you taste wine on his tongue, and maybe a hint of sweet pears, but itâs overwhelmed by the salty, metallic taste of blood stained on your lips. when you run out of air, you pull away. itâs clearer now: youâre not dizzy from the alcohol or adrenaline, but dizzy from him. lukeâs gaze is heavy on yours as he traces your top lip with his thumb.
âluke,â you whimper, itching to kiss him again.Â
âyouâre still bleeding.â
luke wipes away the blood with his thumb. before either of you can do or say anything more, thereâs an echo of footsteps on the marble floor. a flower nymph, there to leave an offering and let you know that, while aphrodite encourages acts of love, she prefers it doesnât happen in her place of worship.Â
you realize that aphrodite also might not look so fondly at you kissing someone else in her place of worship after publicly rebuking her own son.
luke untangles himself from you, and you know that heâs been jolted back to reality, too.Â
and, just like that, another moment has melted away.
your father was right. time has a way of slipping away for us, immortal or not.
summer â age 18
âhey, you awake?â Â
âyeah,â you replied softly. sleep hadnât been easy, in the days and weeks and months leading up to that final battle with kronos and his army.Â
and once it was all over?Â
you rested your head on lukeâs shoulder, sword discarded at your feet and armour half-removed, as argus, the hundred-eyed security guard of olympus, drove a school bus with a dozen or so demigods back to camp.
âwhyâd you turn down their offer?â luke whispered.
oh.
"why...why do you ask?"
"i don't know." luke paused. "just curious, i guess."
you closed your eyes and replayed that moment on olympus when you refused the gift of immortality. the look of shock written on the godsâ faces. and on lukeâs.
âi donât care about living forever,â you told him bluntly.
forever seemed too long, especially for someone who was prophesied to die at 18.
you tilted your head up to meet lukeâs gaze, and his messy curls brushed against your forehead. evidence of the battle was clear on his face: caked-on dirt and blossoming bruises and dried blood.Â
behind him, outside the bus window, the world was flying by. a child who had fallen off their bike being comforted by a friend. two people sharing an mp3 player and a pair of earbuds. an elderly couple walking their dog.
âyou once told me that this was our life,â you continued, gesturing towards the weapons and battle-worn kids, some quiet, others crying, many injured. âwhat if it didnât have to be?âÂ
luke furrowed his brow. âdo you meanâŠ.are you talking about leaving?â
you shrugged. running from monsters for your entire childhood then being the child of the great prophecy was a lot.
a break might be nice.
there was so much about the world, the one youâd fought and bled to protect, that you wanted to experience.Â
maybe something closer to a normal life.
âwould you ever leave camp?â you wondered, not really answering luke's question.Â
âno,â luke replied instantly. his fingers started fiddling with the beads on his necklace. âi canât just walk away, not after everything.â
âyeah, i get that.â and you did; you really, truly, did. the guilt of wanting to leave camp curled in your stomach like a venomous snake. you took a shaky breath. âletâs talk about this later, yeah? iâm tired, and we have the rest of â â
the rest of the summer slipped away in the blink of an eye. gone, before you even had a real chance to say goodbye.
you closed your eyes and held on to luke, as if gripping his arm would anchor you to something you weren't ready to let go of, but in some ways needed to move on from.
it was no use, though.Â
by the end of august, youâd be gone too.Â
nowÂ
you learned early on that the curse of achilles doesnât protect you from hangovers.
you wake up the morning after the celebration on olympus with a deep, throbbing pain lodged in your temple and an uncomfortable swirling in your gut. parties and late nights at bars are common on tour, which means migraines are, too, so you have a routine to make sure youâre not out of commission for too long.
except this time, the aspirin and blue gatorade and dry toast donât work. the sting in your brain and uneasiness in your stomach doesnât go away, even after a few days. you havenât been able to sleep, either.
desperate for a cure, you consult lou ellen, head counsellor of the hecate cabin, who youâd unexpectedly grown close to in the past few weeks. she mixes something for you, while asking if thereâs something thatâs been weighing on you.
you couldn't keep it in anymore; you tell her about the summer solstice and luke. Â
later, with nothing but your thoughts and percyâs snoring occupying your time post-curfew, you grab your phone and flip it open, deciding to finally reach out to luke, when you get a text from him.
luke is already on the beach when you arrive, looking out onto the water.Â
âhey,â you greet as you sit next to him on the sand, but not too close. âi was actually about to text you ââ
âdid you tell anyone that we kissed?â he interrupts. you canât quite read his expression as he waits for you to answer.
âno, i didnât,â you lie. âwould it matter if i did?â
âwell, i mean, word travels fast around camp, and i donât want van finding out. itâs not like it meant anything.â
the throbbing in your brain becomes a sharper sting, the uneasiness in your stomach a tidal wave of nausea.
âit didnât?â you hate how fragile your voice sounds, compared to lukeâs stoic demeanor.
luke shrugs. âi mean, we were both drunk and the thing with eros happenedâŠwe just got caught up in the heat of the moment.âÂ
âyouâre saying thereâs nothing between us, then? nothing?â the word tastes bitter in your mouth.
luke turns away before he answers. âno. nothing.â
âthen what about last summer?â you demand. you force yourself to keep it together, your tone firmer than before. âi guess that didnât mean anything, either.â
ây/nâŠâ he sighs. âi donât know what you want me to say. weâre barely even friends anymore. you come back here, after all this time, after so much shit happened, and expect us all to drop everything to fit you back into our lives. but, you don't. whatever you came here for, it's not here for you. there's nothing to go back to. we moved on. i moved on, and i canât deal with you â"Â
âgot it,â you snap, already turning to walk away. âloud and fucking clear, luke.âÂ
itâs not like it meant anything. weâre barely even friends anymore.
you replay lukeâs words as you crawl into bed, holding back tears so as to not disturb percy. finally, you swallow a generous amount of whatever concoction lou ellen had brewed up for you.
drifting off into your own sleep, you decide that you donât love luke anymore. not as a friend, not as a.....
nope.Â
according to luke, there's not even anything to go back to.
nothing.
nothing.
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dp x dc Chronos part 2
Part 1Â and Part 3Â
The Justice League sat in the Watchtower, some of them at least. The meeting was meant to be a quick one, only certain members in attendance to make sure they were all on the same page after the debrief of the last mission. Not all of them were necessary and most were usually busy.Â
Today Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Flash and Green Lantern were in the middle of wrapping things up when the alert sounded. The siren blared twice before the red lights in the corner of each room flashed in an emergency.
âWhat in the worldâŠâ Flash grumbled but was obviously the first to the controls to look for the problem. None of the main alarms had been triggered, none of the doors messed with. No unusual motion noted in parts of the station that were currently vacant. âWeird.âÂ
âWhat is it?â Batman was next beside him, arms crossed as he peered at the screen with narrowed eyes.Â
âItâs the sensors.â Flash said. âWeâre picking up some kind of interference.âÂ
âWay up here? What kind?â Green Lantern asked, heâd moved to one of the wide windows of the viewing deck as if he would be able to see something approaching. As things were, there was nothing but the normal vastness of space with Earth to one side.
âNo idea.â Flash said. âNever seen something like this before.âÂ
âAny idea on a location?â Superman asked, appearing by Green Lanternâs side.Â
Flash just clucked his tongue, hitting buttons much faster than a normal person. It was almost an irritation that he had to wait for the computer to keep up with him. âI mean, thereâs nothing exactly to track yet.âÂ
âAn anomaly then.â Wonder Woman said, leaning back against the conference table theyâd all just been sitting around. âSomething natural?âÂ
âThereâs nothing natural about this.â Batman said, tone skeptical as he gazed at the screens.Â
âGonna side with that bat on this one.â Flash said, âItâs more like a warning before anything happens. Something setting off the sensors but nothing else? Feels like it was on purpose.âÂ
Green Lantern rolled his eyes. âWhat, like somethingâs knocking before they make themselves known?âÂ
Before anyone could even offer their opinion on what they thought of something so ridiculous, a spark of green ripped through the air like lightning. Just as quickly it spread out into an obvious portal. Every member of the Justice League sprang into position, circling the phenomenon to block it in from every direction. Things like this shouldnât have been possible, but it wasnât the first time an intruder had gotten creative to get inside the Watchtower.Â
Without any fanfare, a man stepped out. They presumed it was a man anyway. He was dressed in mostly shades of purple other than his leather boots and gloves. He was covered by a cloak and hood, but when he looked up, it was hard to say what about him was the most unsettling. The red eyes. The blue skin. The pendulum clock that set back into his chest so far that he could only be missing crucial organs.Â
âWho are you?â Superman demanded, quickly trying to assess if there would be a fight or not.Â
âHow did you get here?â Batman said right after, gravel tone somehow more frightening because he was calm.Â
The intruder just gestured with his thumb at the portal behind him. âThought it was rather obvious.âÂ
âYour purpose?â Wonder Woman asked, looking relaxed but her body was tense and ready to react in a moments notice.Â
âMy purpose?â He chuckled quietly. In his hand was a staff theyâd almost missed before, the top of it cradling a clock. It seemed to be a theme given the number of watches and clocks he wore. âIâve come to call in a favor. The Justice League owes me several.âÂ
âWe owe you? Ppfff. Yeah right. We donât even know who you are.â Flash rolled his eyes.
The intruder turned to the Flash, his brow raised. âSpeedster, with the amount of times youâve dabbled in the time stream, you alone owe me your life a fair few times.âÂ
âTime, huh?â Green Lantern looked him over. There were a lot of clocks... âGuess thatâs your schtick.âÂ
He chuckled again. âI go by many names, only one will be relevant to you today.â He turned his attention onto Wonder Woman who squared up under his gaze. If she was going to be his focus then sheâd take him head on.Â
âAnd?â She arched a brow at him. âWhat name may we call you?âÂ
He looked amused, red eyes filled with mirth. âYou, Diana, may call me grandfather.âÂ
The room stilled, the others looking around in varying degrees of confusion while Wonder Woman just paled.Â
âChronos. God of timeâŠâ she muttered, making it very clear to the team what they were dealing with. A God.Â
âI go by master of time these days, but yes. I am that Chronos. I have a task for you, Diana. One i do not think you will turn down but iâll give you the illusion of choice.â Chronos said, the minute and hour hands on his staff moving strangely.Â
âYouâre a god, and you come to us for help?â Batman asked, unimpressed no matter the glowers he was being sent by the others.Â
âYou are the Justice League, arenât you?â Chronos looked pleased. âRighting wrongs. Defending Earth. Justice is in the name and everything.âÂ
He didnât talk like a god. He didnât even talk as formally as Wonder Woman herself tended to occasionally.Â
âDoing tasks for you is asking for trouble.â Wonder Woman muttered. Sheâd heard stories, so many stories.Â
Chronos shrugged. âTime is messy. Keeping it in line is difficult. Especially when there are those who mess with it who should not.â He was not above verbally throwing speedsters under the bus.
âWhat do you want?â Green Lantern asked, obviously suspicious but paying very close attention.Â
âSimple.â Chronos answered, still looking at his granddaughter. âYou will take custody of your uncle for a time. He needs a safe place to rest and live.âÂ
The silence that followed was loud, no one knowing what to make of that. Wonder Woman herself looked puzzled.Â
âAre you claiming a sibling of Zeus needs a babysitter?âÂ
Chronos hummed. âHe is my son though he holds no biological relation to your father, i suppose.âÂ
âThen how is he her uncle?â Flash asked, with a hint of sass.Â
âYou can ask Batman how it works.â Chronos mused, saying all he would say on the matter but that was enough.Â
Wonder Woman couldnât fathom what kind of person her grandfather would see fit to adopt. âAre you going to tell me more?âÂ
âTelling you more would imply you were agreeing to the task.âÂ
She tsked. âNone of your word games. I want to know what i could be walking into.âÂ
Chronos never once looked threatened or put out, he did however, appear to look a few years older than he had when heâd first appeared. âHe recently needed to be removed from his home for his safety. He can easily visit me but staying with me long term at this time is not beneficial to him for health reasons.âÂ
Superman frowned. âRemoved from his home? How old is he?âÂ
âSixteen. If that is all you need to know, i will fetch him. It may take some time for him to regain consciousness.â Chronos said.Â
âHeâs been hurt?â Batman was frowning at the thought, looking more and more unhappy as the conversation progressed.Â
âI did say he was removed from his home.â Chronos said, almost flippantly as he stepped back into his glowing green portal. It remained open, everyone exchanging looks.Â
âDiana, is this a good idea?â Superman asked, willing to accept her judgment. Greek gods were more her wheelhouse.Â
âChronos was a titan. Is a titan?â She frowned. âHis power is immense for a being thought to be killed.âÂ
âSomething about him is off.â Batman agreed. âHe was not worried at all. That is someone aware they have the upper hand.âÂ
Wonder Woman just nodded her agreement. Chronos was the god of time. There was no telling what he knew. âIâve never met him before.âÂ
âHell of a time for family reunions.â Flash snarked, heading back to the controls to see what readings they could get on the floating portal. It was obvious each of them wanted to study it in their own way. Scans and samples were first on their minds but it was clearly some kind of magic they werenât familiar with.Â
It was almost a shame there wasnât a single member from JLD currently in the Watchtower. They might have been able to provide answers.Â
Before much of anything could be done, Chronos returned, somehow looking several years younger than when he first appeared. In his arms was a lanky teen, cradled carefully as if he were fragile. He was equally a sight that left the League speechless. He wasnât blue, in fact he looked more or less human other that the freckles that shined.Â
Superman was the one to immediately note they were constellation patterned.Â
His hair was a stark white that wisped and flowed as if he were under water. His clothes were strange, a detailed variation of an old hazmat suit, all done in black and white. Floating above his head was a crown that didnât seem to know if it wanted to be on fire or covered in ice. It bobbed back and forth and even did a slow flip in the air but never left the area about the boyâs head.Â
When no one uttered a word, Chronos took that as permission to begin the introductions. âDiana, this is your uncle. Danny Phantom. Son of the Stars. The Personification of Balance. The Ghost King. High King of the Infinite Realm.âÂ
âHeâs a king?â Batman frowned. âHeâs a boy.âÂ
âHe could be both, Bats. Heâs got a crown.â Flash chuckled softly.Â
Chronos shared his amusement. âI did say he was only sixteen.â The god paused for a moment as the teen twisted in his arms, his face pressed against Chronosâ shoulder and a hand lightly pressed against the door of the clock embedded into the manâs chest.Â
The fact that, even asleep, the boy was comfortable in the gods arms didnât go unnoticed.Â
âIs he injured?â Wonder Woman asked. Theyâd gone over this already but he didnât look actively wounded. He seemed to be sleeping only.Â
Chronos grunted once. âOne form heals faster than the other. He needs rest, ambient ectoplasm which he knows how to get on his own, and food. He can answer your questions if he feels like it.âÂ
âIf he feels like it?â Green Lantern frowned.Â
âHeâs the King.â Chronosâ lips twitched in amusement again. âIf he decides to tell you more, or seek help, that is his decision.âÂ
âSeek help?â Batmanâs eyes were narrowed. âSeek help for what?âÂ
Chronos approached and shifted the teenager into Wonder Womanâs arms. His crown shifted back and forth but never left the teen. The grip he had on the god wasnât noticed until he tried to pull away and Chronos needed to carefully extract the boyâs hand.Â
Ignoring Batman, he pressed on. âHeâll need to follow up with his doctor by the end of the week. Heâll know how to do that. If he doesnât, his doctor will come to him. That should be incentive enough.âÂ
âDoes he know youâre dropping him off here?â Superman asked, brows knitted together in concern. The heroes had been expecting a fight, not to be handed a royal teen.Â
âHe has a fondness for for space, so you might want to let him wake up here.â Chronos said instead, ignoring that question too. He was growing older again, a short, white beard starting to form.
âHow long will he need to be in my care?â Wonder Woman asked, noting the boy weighed very little in her arms. In sleep his features were soft, hopefully he was as sweet as he looked.Â
âGood luck.â Chronos said, staff reappearing in his hand now, turning back to the portal without giving her an answer.Â
âHey! Wait!â Flash yelled but for once, he was too slow, the god and the portal disappeared.Â
Five members of the Justice League just stood in a mild stupor, their attention shifting to the sleeping teen.Â
âWellâŠâ Superman muttered.Â
Wonder Woman looked at the boy, floating hair and crown moving in tandem. âIâll set him down. Weâll see if he can answer any of our questions when he wakes up.âÂ
âYou gonna call him Uncle Danny?â Flash asked, not bothering to hide his smile.Â
Wonder Woman just ignored him and turned to stride off towards the med-station. -------------------------
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#dp x dc#dc x dp crossover#clockwork#justice league#Looks like Wonder Woman is Danny's guardian now#Danny Phantom#wonder woman
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Enchanted ⧠Franco Colapinto
A/N: Hello! Back with another blurb for you all, this time itâs Franco themed because Iâm just so happy that one of my f2 faves is on the f1 grid! (Iâm still so sad about Logan) anyways hereâs Enchanted with a Hispanic reader! I hope you all enjoy reading this one <3
âThese are the words I held back as I was leaving too soon, I was enchanted to meet youâ
Being back in Italy has you buzzing with happiness, itâs been quite a few years since youâve been back in the country. Yesterday youâd spent the day sightseeing and doing light shopping in Milan. This is your first big job opportunity fresh out of university and youâre extremely excited for what lies ahead. Once your alarm rang you leapt out of bed and opened the curtains. Music plays from the phone that sits atop the dresser, as you pass by the window you smile at the crowd of Tifosi chanting and you notice Charles signing their things. Smiling, you walk towards your suitcase and take out the outfit you had laid out last night.
Heading to the bathroom you change into a pair of jeans, a white tee, and a white and blue embroidered vest paired with your usual gold jewelry and white sneakers. Applying the last touch-ups to your makeup you grab your brown Longchamp bag and check that all the contents are there before grabbing your passes and the room key from the dresser. Locking the door you head towards the elevator. Looking around the hotel lobby you notice the flurry of staff getting ready to head out. You spot some drivers heading out and want to ask for pictures but youâre nervous and want to remain professional.
Briefly, you catch a glance of Franco Colapinto as he passes by in front of you and he offers a small smile once you lock eyes. Shyly you smile and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Noticing your phone is starting to ring, you pick it up. Your motherâs face greets you on the other line with a proud smile. Smiling you lift the phone to an appropriate angle so she can see your face.
âHola mi amor, ÂżquĂ© tal te va el primer dĂa de trabajo?â she asks and you smile.
(Hi my love, how is your first day of work going?) âHola ma, muy bien hasta ahora, estoy esperando a mis compañeros para tomar la guagua al circuitoâ you reply.
(Hi mom, very good so far, Iâm waiting for my coworkers to take the car to the circuit)
âBueno espero que todo te vaya muy bien y voy a estar al pendiente de las redes a ver si te veo entrevistando a alguien!â she beams and you giggle.
(I hope it goes very well and Iâll be tuning into social media to see if you interview someone!)
âOye y no has visto al chico de Argentina que sustituye a Sargeant? (Oh, have you seen the young man from Argentina thatâs substituting Sargeant?)
âAcabo de ver a Franco hace algunos segundos, no hablamos pero me sonriĂł ,â you reply. (I just saw Franco a few seconds ago, we didnât talk but he smiled at me)
âEsperemos que te toque entrevistar a Franco, se ve como un chico adorable y se que es de tus favoritos,â she says. (Letâs hope that you get to interview him, he seems like a charming young man and I know heâs one of your favorites)
Smiling you reply, âEso espero mamĂĄ bueno te voy a dejar porque ya vienen los compañeros de trabajo, hablamos luego. Te amo!â you say. (I hope so, mom. Iâll have to leave you because my coworkers are arriving, weâll talk later. I love you!) âYo tambien amor, exito hoy!â (I love you too, good luck today!)
Putting your phone away you stand up and introduce yourself to the rest of the crew that hasnât met you yet. Smiling, they start chatting with you as you walk towards the van thatâs already waiting for everyone. Climbing in you take a seat by the window and adjust the passes around your neck, you run your thumb over the black and purple media pass supplied by Formula One and look at your picture and credentials before smiling. âThe first day on the job is a little overwhelming but youâll be fine,â one of your coworkers says. You smile, âYeah itâs starting to feel like it,â you say with a little chuckle. Everyone smiles, âLucky for you, weâre not leaving you to your own devices on the first day so the nerves will ease,â someone else reassures.
âItâs more like anxiety but thank you. I just want to be great at the job and have fun. Itâs a little hard to believe this is happening and itâs not a dream,â you add with a little chuckle. âItâs pretty surreal but youâre going to enjoy it,â the woman says. âIâm Christine by the way,â she says, outstretching her hand for you to shake. Smiling, you shake it, âY/N itâs a pleasure to meet you, Iâve seen you race in Dakar,â you reply. Quickly you fall into conversation with everyone and get to know them. Fans line the sides with merch and excitedly wave to every car that passes, thereâs a lot of Tifosi and you smile.
âAre you hoping to meet any specific driver?â RoldĂĄn asks you. âHonestly mostly everyone but especially Charles, Lewis, and Franco,â you answer. âYou should ask them for a signature or picture once you can, theyâll be happy to do it,â he says and you smile. Once the car parks you gather your things and leave the car. Adjusting your passes you walk with them and greet the workers in Italian.
Deciding to film such an important moment for you, you put an Airpod on and open Tiktok. Filming your feet heading towards the paddock, you pan up, show the entrance, and film the moment you scan your pass and walk in before capturing your reaction. Quickly you save the video and press play on one of your playlists. Thereâs press so of course some pictures of you are taken and you smile at the cameras. The nerves have eased significantly and now youâre just happy to be here. Picking up your pace you join Christine and Melissa and resume the previous conversation.
The paddock is quite busy but itâs all team staff, drivers, media, and other personnel. Given the news that broke earlier this week about Franco replacing Logan in Williams, everyone wants a shot at interviewing the young driver from Argentina. Making it into the media room you sit next to your coworkers and immediately begin to work. Sipping some water from your bottle you review your notes and wait for the assignments to be handed out. âAnd this next one is for Y/N, you have Franco in the media pen,â Melissa says. Feeling your cheeks flush, you smile and nod, âMy very first interview with and itâs with one of my favorites this is crazy,â you comment and everyone chuckles.
Quickly you start to prepare by jotting down a few questions and getting into the work mode headspace. When itâs time to start heading to the paddock everyone filters out towards the media pen. At the media pen, you get settled with the in-ear monitors and microphone. Christine decides to film the moment which makes you chuckle and wave at the camera. âYou got this, you look greatâ she encourages and you thank her. The drivers start to come out and you ask questions to a few such as Max Verstappen, Alex Albon, and George Russell. You spot Franco approaching you and you discreetly adjust your shirt.
âÂĄHola, ÂżquĂ© tal Franco?â âSoy Y/N y estoy con DAZN!â you say in your native language and he smiles. (Hi Franco, how are you? Iâm Y/N and I'm with DAZN) âHola, muy bien Âży vos?â he replies smiling. (Hi, Iâm very good and you?) You smile back, âTodo bien,â you reply. âEs un gusto conocerte, tenĂ©s un acento bonito, Âżde donde sos?â he asks. (Itâs a pleasure to meet you, you have a pretty accent, where are you from?)
The question makes you blush a little and you chuckle, Franco smiles. âÂĄPuerto Rico!â you reply. âAh! Muero por visitar, es un paĂs muy bonito,â he replies. (I'm dying to visit, its' a pretty country)
âLo es, bueno primero que nada ÂżcĂłmo te sientes al debutar en la fĂłrmula uno?â you ask. (It is, first of all, how do you feel about your formula one debut?) âGracias por la pregunta, estoy en una nube todavĂa, es una gran oportunidad y estoy muy feliz y emocionadoâ you smile at him and continue to ask questions. (Thank you for the question, Iâm still on a cloud, itâs a great opportunity and Iâm very happy and excited)
Heâs been a little flirty but you chalk it up to be the Argentinian charm and once the interview ends you thank him again and he chats with you off-camera before going off. Being busy with work makes the day roll by and when itâs time to get some lunch you decide to go off on your own and join everyone else later. Heading out of the media room you walk around and pass the Ferrari motorhome, smiling you decide to take a picture of it and marvel at how amazing and fulfilling it feels to finally see all your hard work pay off.
The years away from home, while you studied to chase your dream, are finally paying off. It happens to be your lucky day because you spot Charles and Lewis walking. Politely you go over to them and ask for pictures and signatures, âYou must be new, I havenât seen you before,â Lewis comments. Smiling you nod, âActually, Iâm fresh out of university!â You beam and they smile kindly. âIn that case welcome to the paddock Y/N,â Charles says. âHopefully we see more of you in the media pen,â Lewis adds and you smile and nod. âThank you both for the pictures, I canât wait to see you both in red next year,â you say. Grinning, they bid goodbye to you and you head in search of food.
Spotting a stand making pasta you stand in line and once itâs your turn you order and pay. With your food in one hand and phone in the other you reply to some messages from friends. As you reply to the messages you lose sense of direction and collide against someoneâs chest. Your phone, bag, and sadly your food all fall to the ground, and embarrassment floods over you since a few passersby witness the incident.
âDisculpame, no me di cuenta,â a familiar voice says. (Sorry, I wasn't aware) You lock eyes with Franco, âNo, discĂșlpame tĂș, fue culpa mĂa. Estaba en el celular y no estaba al pendienteâ you apologetically say. (No, Iâm sorry, it was my fault. I was using my cellphone and wasnât aware)
The young driver chuckles and bends down to help you pick up your things. His fingers brush yours as he hands you back your phone, âEscuchĂĄs a Taylor Swift?â he asks. (Do you listen to Taylor Swift?)
Smiling you nod, âSi, soy swiftie,â you say. (Yes, Iâm a swiftie!)âÂĄYo tambiĂ©n! ÂżPudiste ir a algĂșn recital?â he asks you. (Me too! Did you manage to go to a concert?)
âÂĄSi, fui a la Ășltima noche de Londres!â you reply. (Yes, I went to the last London show!) ÂżCĂłmo te sentiste sin tener el anuncio de Reputation?â he asks with a laugh. (How did you feel about not getting the Reputation announcement?) Giggling, you adjust your bag, âMe sentĂ como toda una payasa,â you reply and he laughs. (I felt like a total clown)
Fran walks with you to a nearby bin and you toss the pasta and napkins. âMe siento re mal que perdiste toda tu comida por mi culpa, dejame comprarte otra,â he offers. (I feel so bad that you lost all your food because of me. Let me buy you another one.) âNo, estĂĄ bien no te preocupes,â you reply. (No itâs fine donât worry)
âPor favor dĂ©jame hacerlo, me siento mal que ya en mi primer dĂa acĂĄ accidentalmente le he tirado la comida a alguien al suelo,â he says. (Please let me do it, I feel bad that on my first day, I already dropped someoneâs food by accident) You giggle, âAy no te sientas mal, son los nervios del primer dĂa,â you say. (Oh no, donât feel bad, itâs the first-day jitters)
Franco chuckles in agreement, âEs tu primer dĂa tambiĂ©n?â he asks. (Is it your first day too?)âAjĂĄ, me graduĂ© hace unos meses,â you reply. (Mhm, I graduated a few months ago) âFelicitaciones, con mĂĄs razĂłn tengo que pagarte la comida,â he says and you laugh. (Congratulations, with all the more reason I should pay for your food)
Franco looks over at you and smiles, you smile back and tuck a rogue curl behind your ear. As you stand in line you chat and your stomach flutters every time you catch him looking at you. Both of you order food and he pays for your meals, walking back youâre careful to not drop it or bump into each other again. âGracias por la comida pero probablemente debo ir a sala de medios,â you say as you start to walk away. (Thanks for the food, but I should probably head towards the media room)
Franco reaches for your hand and stops you, âQuizĂĄs esto es muy atrevido pero podĂ©s conmigo acĂĄ en el motorhome de Williams,â he pauses and looks at you. (Maybe this is a little too bold but you can eat with me at the Williams motorhome)
âSolo si quieres, si no pues esta bien,â he quickly adds. (But only if you want to) You smile at his sweet demeanor and he nods, âOkay, acepto la invitacion Colapinto,â you say and he laughs. (Okay, I accept the invitation Colapinto) âFranco por favor,â he sweetly says. (Franco, please) âAcepto la invitaciĂłn, Franco,â you add and he laughs. (I accept the invitation, Franco)
Franco leads the way and you go up to the floor in the motorhome reserved for the staff and into his driver's room. âBueno, almuerzo de primerizos entonces,â he says and you laugh. (Well then this is the lunch of first-timers) âPrimerizos que se tropezaron en el paddock,â you joke and he laughs. (First-timers that stumbled upon each other in the paddock) You eat in comfortable silence and after you finish you talk and joke around. Heâs made you laugh so much you started to cry and your stomach hurts.
âMe di cuenta de que tenĂ©s buen italiano, Âżviviste en Italia?â he asks. (I noticed that you have great Italian, did you live in Italy?) âSolo unos meses, hice un internado en Italia y regresĂ© a España,â you say. (Just for a few months, I did an internship in Italy and returned to Spain) âTambiĂ©n lo estudiĂ© un poco en secundaria y seguĂ practicando por mi propia cuenta,â you answer. (I also studied it in high school and kept practicing it)
âÂżCĂłmo es que ambos somos tan parecidos ya?â he comments and you nod in agreement. (How is it that we already have so many similarities?) âLastima que España es tan grande, si te hubiera conociera antes, habrĂamos salido o algo,â he adds and you blush. (Itâs a shame that itâs so big, if we had met before we wouldâve gone out or something) âQuizĂĄs hubiese sido una probabilidad,â you say with a little laugh. (Perhaps it couldâve been a probability)
You continue talking and decide to exchange numbers, Franco insists on walking you to the media room. Once you reach it he stops and turns to you, âFue un placer Y/N, espero no volver a tirarte la comida,â he comments and you laugh. (It was a pleasure Y/N, I hope to not be the cause of you losing your food again)
âBueno, pero si no pasaba entonces no hubiĂ©semos tenido el almuerzo de primerizos juntos,â you reply attempting your best to flirt back. (But if it hadnât happened we wouldnât have eaten lunch together) He smiles, âTenĂ©s razĂłn, esperemos que no sea la Ășltima,â he says. (Youâre right, letâs hope that itâs not our last time) âHagamos algo, yo pago el almuerzo en la prĂłxima semana de carrera,â you propose while stretching out your hand. (Letâs do something, Iâll pay for our lunch on the next race week)
Franco shakes it and little jolts run up your body, âTrato hecho, nos vemos pronto Y/Nâ he says. (Itâs a deal, weâll see each other soon Y/N) Hearing him say your name delicately makes you smile and blush, âBuena suerte mañana, se que vas a demostrar lo bueno que eres en pista,â you say. Franco blushes and gives you a friendly wink and hug before walking away. (Good luck tomorrow, I know youâre gonna prove just how good you are on track)
Blushing, you head inside and greet your coworkers, they notice your blush but donât ask anything until Melissa points it out. You tell them a little about the encounter and continue to work until itâs time to go.
Once in the hotel room, you call your mom to debrief before showering and after you come out you find a text from Franco and decide to reply. This leads to you two talking for a few hours until you have to call it a night and get some much-needed rest for the hectic weekend that awaits you both.
You were absolutely enchanted to have met him after a slight mishap but it proved to be quite a turnaround.
(all photo credits go to the respective owners)
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considering visiting a psychiatric hospital, inpatient behavioral health unity, or other mental health crisis center? here's some tips about what to expect
i've been inpatient about 6 - 7 times now in various areas of the country and i thought i'd write down a few things on what to expect whenever you visit these kinds of facilities in the United States. i have gone in for psychotic and dissociative episodes, as well as suicidal ones. i cannot write about the experience in other countries unfortunately, this is my own personal experience. note that i can't tell you everything about your facility but i can tell you what i've experienced personally that generally applies to these kinds of places
when trying to get admitted to generally need to go to the ER first to tell them you are having a psychiatric crisis. use the word crisis. a lot of places will not admit you unless you admit you are having suicidal or homicidal thoughts. if you are visibly in a psychotic episode you may not have to admit these things but generally a lot of places won't admit you unless you are suicidal. if you aren't but need help anyways, mention that you're suicidal. it's not fucked up to do this. if you need help, you need help.
in almost all cases expect to be held for 72 hours (3 days) MINIMUM inside of that hospital. you cannot leave at all during this period. this is referred to as a 72 hour hold, it is for your safety. you are not allowed to leave during this time unless you opt to leave against medical advice (AMA) which will be noted on your chart. some places won't have this but most psychiatric hospitals will do this. please note that this is the MINIMUM hold! you may be there for longer depending on the severity of your situation
you cannot use your cellphone in most of these places. they will be locked away with your other possessions. this is to prevent you from contacting/being contacted by people who may be abusing or scaring you, as well as to prevent you from worrying about the stressors that brought you in to begin with. be prepared to not use any electronic devices for several days to a week. some people really struggle with this but it's vital in the healing process
you will not have access to any of your possessions outside of simple things like books and notebooks. you are not allowed to bring in anything that's spiral bound. you can't wear any clothing with draw strings or shoe strings. you can't bring in things that have elements that can be used to injure yourself or others. you can't bring in pencils or pens, they will provide you with some. you cannot bring your own hygiene products or medications to be used unless it's a very specific medication that's necessary that that hospital cannot administer
if you use nicotine, you will be given patches in most facilities, but some do allow patients to smoke their own cigarettes. most modern facilities provide nicotine patches
you more than likely will not be able to wear your own clothes. if you can, you will be given to on-site laundry facilities, or the staff will do it for you depending on the location. in a lot of places you will be given scrubs to wear. you will also be given non-slip ("grippy") socks to wear all the time. this is the only footwear that's permitted generally
you more than likely will have to share a bedroom with another patient. not always, but often this is the case. in a lot of hospitals trans patients are put in rooms with just one bed for safety reasons but this will vary wildly depending on location
there will be group therapy and visitations from therapists in most places. please attend these if you feel up to it, a lot of them are genuinely helpful. not all classes or therapists will be good, so if you feel uncomfortable feel free to leave, but i recommend trying to attend these
there are generally vegetarian, vegan, etc. options for meals so feel free to ask the staff in case you have a specific diet, especially medical diets
some psych facilities are small crisis centers or rehabilitation centers that are not connected to a proper hospital. if they are not, their resources will generally be a lot less and they will have less knowledge when it comes to physical health ailments
you may or may not receive a diagnosis. i was instantly diagnosed with schizophrenia the first time i went to the psych ward. i was clearly in a psychotic episode, confused, not entirely sure where i was. i was interviewed for a long time before the doctor came to the conclusion of schizoaffective disorder. other times i was diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder & depersonalization derealization disorder. i get diagnosed with DID and schizophrenia most times i go. your mileage will vary greatly depending on your situation. you may have wildly different diagnoses the different times you visit or you may get the same ones. you may not get a diagnosis at all. it's going to depend on your situation
you are more than likely going to be given new medications. much like the rest of the hospital, you may not be told the name of the medication right away. this is normal. it happens whenever you visit the ER, get a surgery, or are in other parts of the hospital, the name of the medication may not always be told to you right away. ask if you're curious about medications. they'll gladly explain
if a medication is making you feel like garbage or making your symptoms worse tell the nurses right away. you do not have to keep taking a medication if it starts to make you feel worse, you are allowed to communicate how medications are making you feel
try to take care of yourself and focus on getting better. your treatment may not be perfect but if you focus on yourself it gets easier. you're there to learn how to take care of yourself better. there may be "problem" patients but they are there to work on themselves too
if someone starts causing problems with you, tell staff and try to resolve it as quietly as possible as the other patient may just need some help that they weren't being given prior
feel free to ask for the hospital to let you know exactly what your discharge instructions rare. they will generally be setting you up with a lot of appointments upon discharge. this will usually involve an appointment with a therapist and a medication manager if they want you to stay on medication. keep up with these appointments, they will help. if you and your therapist do not get along well, feel free to find out how to find a new therapist
discharge can take a few hours longer than you make expect due to the amount of paperwork and appointments mentioned above. if it takes a long time for you, that is not abnormal
ASK FOR RESOURCES LIKE SOCIAL WORKERS, CASE MANAGEMENT AND SO ON. THIS IS HUGE: if you have EVER been admitted in-patient for mental health reasons you almost always qualify for case management services through your insurance. if you don't have insurance you still may qualify for low or no cost services. these are people who can help you sign up for government and public assistance. they can help you figure out how to pay your bills. they can help you find transportation, help with rent, help navigate addiction, help with signing up for housing programs and so on.
"severe" mental health (schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, PTSD, dissociative identity disorder, autism, personality disorders, OCD, and other conditions) & substance use disorder diagnoses often qualify you for discounted housing programs, bill/rental assistance, resources for navigating and escaping homelessness, help with children & family, and other great resources. take advantage of them especially if you genuinely struggle with these things
there are patient advocates for most hospitals. these people are literally hired to listen to patient feedback about their time in the facility. if you were treated well, poorly, or have questions or concerns about the treatment process, google "(facility name) patient advocate" or look through your discharge paperwork to see if that information is included. you can also call the hospital and ask to be transferred
don't look down on other patients who have more severe symptoms than you do. if someone has no idea where they are, what they're doing, or how to interact with other patients don't laugh at them, gossip about them or look down on them. you're there for help just like they are. similarly, don't look down on anyone who you believe has less severe symptoms than you do. you can't tell just by looking
certain things may vary depending on where you're located, but this is what i've experienced going to hospitals in 3 different states. i hope this information can be helpful to some. if you have any questions feel free to ask i'm happy to help!
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I feel cheeky sending another ask but I lived the interrogation one so much so just 3 so words: snape sex pollen. Perhaps a professor x professor?
(Ps: is their a place that I can support your writing!!!)
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Blue Speckled Mushrooms
(Severus Snape x fem!Professor oneshot)
Words: 2572
Warnings: 18+ Sex Pollen :D - mutual dub-con, some biting, rough smut
Summary: In your continuing efforts to catch the grumpy Potion Master's attention you follow him into the Forbidden Forest - a mistake of perhaps destiny unfolding?
This is play post-war, Sev survives - not that it matters much to the 'plot'
Read on Ao3 or below the cut:
It could have been so easy. Gather these blasted Moon Cornflowers and Speckled Blue Mushrooms and return to the castle. Itâs all he asks for. Moon Cornflowers and Speckled Blue Mushrooms to finish the brew currently under stasis in his office. Two plants. Just a few of each. They couldnât be preserved through either magic or other means and had to be harvested within three hours of being used in a potion and only during a full moon.Â
Now usually this is no problem for an accomplished potion master such as Severus Snape. A quick trip to the forest and done. He knows the half-forgotten paths, the safe routes. Knows how to avoid the Centaurs and other nastier beasts that live in the Forbidden Forest.
He does not know how to avoid her.
Irritating, stupid girl.
She took over the History of Magic position earlier that year, one of Snapeâs first students he taught after becoming a professor himself at merely twenty-one. A seventh year at the time who already stared at him in the library back when he was a student.Â
She just wouldnât leave him alone!
âMidnight stroll?â She asks with that irritating smile on her stupid pretty face and follows him into the forest.
âWhat do you want?!â He growls at her. She keeps trying to make conversation with him, keeps sitting next to him during meals or in the staff room, talking. Always talking. Talking talking talking.Â
How can a single person be this annoying?
She is still talking. Jesus fucking christ!
âSo anywayâŠwhat are you doing here?â
âI donât see how that is of any concern to you.â
âJust curious, is all.â She replies. Stupid girl. And she is still following him!
You have no idea what to do anymore. Youâve tried everything. Youâve tried catching his attention by talking to him, leaving the top button of your blouse undone, batting your lashes at him like a teen on a love potion, youâve searched his company, flirted like your stupid life depends on it and the cranky bastard doesnât even recognise it!Â
You run to catch up with his long strides, wrapping your cloak around yourself to shield yourself from the cold night air.
You were about to go to bed, just finishing up your rounds through the castle on the lookout for students out of bed when you saw his billowing cloak sweep out of the entrance door. You of course followed him. Curious as to what he was going to do outside but also secretly hoping todayâs the day heâll finally notice your intentions.
Perhaps you have to be less subtle. You thought men like to be subtly seduced but Snape is not like any man youâve known! Maybe he doesnât like playing cat and mouse, doesnât enjoy the chase.Â
Youâll be blunt! Yes, if a stroll through the forest at midnight doesnât do the trick youâll gather what little courage you have and just make the first step yourself. Youâre an independent woman! You donât need to wait around for Snape to realise youâre interested in him and make the first step.
âAre you gathering ingredients of sorts?â You ask and walk quicker to keep up, pressing your arm against his by walking closer to him. He glares at you.
âObviously.â He snarls and looks forward again.
âCool. cool cool coolâŠ.umâŠwhich ones?â
He audibly grumbles.
âSorry, I couldnât understand you.â You smile. He is making it very hard to be attracted to him. Grumbly bastard. Prickly idiot. Why canât he just fuck you? Shove you into a broom closet and let out his frustrations if youâre so bloody annoying to be around! Why canât you fall head over heels for someone normal?
Because normal is boring.
Your eyes glide over his sharp jaw, every muscle tensed, about ready to snap, beneath his pale skin that shines in the moonlight.
âI said, you were a daft, simple-minded girl when I had the misfortune of attempting to teach you potions - I very much doubt youâd understand any more now than you did seventeen years ago!â
His venom cuts deep. You stumble backwards. You thought he was clumsy when it comes to socialising, that he perhaps didnât understand your intentions, not that he loathes you.
âOhâŠâ You murmur. âUmâŠokayâŠâ donât cry donât cry donât cry. âSorry for bothering you.â You turn on your heels and run. He calls after you but you ignore it, disappearing between the trees into the undergrowth, away from Snape because you are about to cry your eyes out like the stupid little girl he sees in you and you are not about to embarrass yourself any further than you already have! You just want to go back to your quarters.
Stupid girl! Insufferable, annoying, bothersome, foolish girl!
Snape runs after her. He considered leaving her to her own fate and capabilities and collect his ingredients but he had been cursed with a conscience. A nasty, biting thing demanding he not let her run to her death in an Acromantula den.
Heâll tear her a new one when he catches up to her! The sheer idiocy! Running into the Forbidden Forest like that! What possessed her.
âStop running!â He snarls, draws his wand and sends a non-verbal Stupor at her. She stumbles and falls face-first into the flower field spreading over the clearing they had entered during their chase. Snape lifts his spell.
You spin around, furious. How fucking dare he? Isnât it enough to insult you? Does he have to embarrass you by forcing you to bear your pathetic little hurt feelings to him?
He stands at the other end of the clearing, pale blue flowers reaching to his calves, emitting a gentle glow. He looks furious. The light of the full moon illuminates him from the back, deepening his already sharp features, cloaking his face and body in menacing shadows.
âWhat the fuck do you think youâre doing?!â He snarls and points towards the direction you were running in. âDo you want to be eaten by enormous spiders?â
âLike you give a damn!â You shout and pick yourself up off the ground. Swiftly you brush loose dirt and a few pedals off your robes and out of your hair. The motherfucker stunned you!
âI might be a cold son of a bitch but I am not letting a colleague run to her death - no matter how annoying said colleague is. The way back to the castle is-â A wind picks up. His cloak flutters behind him, the fabric whispering with the motion. Pedals are ripped from the flowers.
His eyes widen.
You tilt your head to the side, brows pulled together. âSeverus?â
âStay where you are!â He hisses, sending droplets of spit flying. You look around, confused, searching the dark rows of trees for some beastly critter about to attack but you find none. Snapeâs eyes are pinned to yours. His chest is heaving, his breath seems shallow. You take a step forward to which Snape instantly backs away, keeping his wand pointed at- you?
âWhatâs going on?â
âTo the castle! Go back to the castle!â
âI am not your student! You canât give me orders! And to think Iâve been trying to go on a date with you for months!â
âYou have to go back to the castle now or- what?â His wand hand sinks a little. A crease forms between his brows. Youâve never seen Severus so puzzled.
âYear reallyâŠâ You mutter. âBack in school too-â
âI am not in the mood for jokes or pranks.â
âItâs not!â You take another step forward. Severusâ back hits a tree. The wind picks up. A sweet scent reaches your nose, infiltrates your mind, swirls around your brain like vapours of a potion-
Werenât you cold?
You were! Yes, you were- but itâs so hot- when did it get so hot?
âStop that!â Snape snarls again.
âStop what?â You roll your eyes and pause- your cloak lies in the flower field three steps away from you. You have unbuttoned your robes, revealing the white blouse and dark trousers underneath- when-?
âGo. back.â He has his jaw clenched, teeth pressed together. His nostrils flare, his eyes flick down to your chest and he seems to struggle to force them back up.
âAre you hot too?â Your fingers pry open the buttons of your blouse without you even noticing or youâre just not thinking about itâŠ
âGo-â
âWhatâs happening?â
âPollen-â
âWhat?â
âWhere you shit in Herbology too?!â He snaps and you glare at him about ready to-
Your blouse slips off your shoulders and falls to the ground. âStop- you donât want this-â
âWhat? What is this?â
âA rare flower.â His voice sounds pressed, as though heâs struggling to speak, to breathe, to exist. He has his back moulded to the tree, clutching at the bark with his hands, straining to keep his eyes on your face.
The button on your trousers is open.
âThe pollens they emit to the air to spread and form these dense fields- they have a unique effect on humans-â
âWhich effect?â
âCanât you tell, stupid girl?â
Your trousers push past your hips.
âYou should be running from me, not stripping for me.â His eyes graze over your body, standing in front of him in only your underwear, devouring the sight. His eyes trace along the curves of your body, leaving goosebumps in their wakeâŠHeat rushes to your core.
âSex pollen-â You gasp, noticing youâre standing a mere arm's length away from him now.
âThe rather crude colloquial name - yes.â
âSeverus- what-â
âToo late, stupid girl.â He snarls and the next moment heâs on you, pouncing at you like a wild beast. His woodsy, herbal scent flows around you, mixing with the sweet smell of the damned flower. His hands grip your arms roughly, blunt nails dig into your flesh. Severus swirls you around and pushes you against the tree. Bark scratches against your skin, stabbing into it but you donât even notice.
Itâs like a trance has taken over your mind and only one thing matters.Â
He.
Severusâ mouth latches onto your throat. A million tiny explosions rush over your skin where he touches you and you moan, a feral sound ripped harshly from your throat, echoing over the empty clearing. Severus growls in response, even more feral, even less human. His teeth scrape over your throat. His hands roam over your body, squeezing your breasts, your thighs. Then he tears at his own clothes, shedding layer after layer with a quickness and urgency that has your head spinning.
âStupid girl.â He repeats and kisses up to your jaw, your cheek. Heated, open-mouth kisses that leave your skin marked by his saliva.Â
You place your hands on his shoulders, searching for something to hold onto, something to pull you back into reality, your head spinning, skin exploding, core hurting. Youâre so aroused, so need it fucking hurts.
âSeverus-â You moan. His hands find your thighs and he lifts you up. Your legs wrap around him on their own accord.
âYou should have run when you still had the chance.â He snarls against your lips, his breath brushes over your skin. âYouâll regret this.â
âShut up and fuck me, you prick!â
Your lips meet in a violent clash of teeth and tongue. Youâre pretty sure he bites you or perhaps you bite him. None of it matters anymore when you feel his prick against your soaked entrance. Youâve never been so wet- never so wound up- so desperate for sex-
You cry out when he enters you, a forceful thrust that buries him to the hilt in your twitching channel. He is big. Too big under different circumstances perhaps. He doesnât give you time to adjust. He pounds into you, spearing you open, using his grip on your waist to bounce you on his cock in sync with each of his thrusts.
You cling to his shoulders, your nails drawing blood, fingertips running over old scars, exploring the surprisingly defined muscles of his lean stature.
Your breasts bounce, rubbing against his naked chest, his lips lay claim to yours, your face, your neck, your chest.
He stumbles, his left side giving in and you tumble to the ground. Youâve seen that happen before. The venom of you-know-whoâs snake has left him with some permanent damage, not only the huge scar on his neck.
You donât care.
You push him down to the ground, your hands on his chest and move your hips, lifting them, letting them slam back down, riding him. You throw your head back, your eyes closed, lips parted as his cock drags along your inner walls with delicious friction.
âSo- so full-â You moan. Your breasts sway. Severus catches them, squeezing them with such pure delight on his usually reserved face. He twists your nipples between his fingers, revelling in the noises he coaxes from you.
âYou could have had this so much sooner, idiot.â You hiss and grind down against him before lifting your hips up once again.
âWha-?â His puzzled expression is almost cute.
âIâve been trying to get you to ask me out for months!â As though to reinforce your discontent with his lack of romantic interest you pick up your pace. His head drops back into the flowers. The pale blue petals glow in his inky black hair.
âHow was I supposed to know?â He asks, bucking up to meet your movement.
âI was flirting!â
âI thought you were acting especially stupid for some reason.â
âArsehole!â You dig your nails into his chest but Severus seems to like that. His eyes squeeze shut, his lips part, pleasure drawn into every wrinkle of his face.
âWhy didnât you just ask me out?â
âWould you have said yes?â
âIâd have called you stupid. Perhaps laughed at you. Slip poison in your tea.â
âI hate you.â
âI donât think you do.âÂ
Quicker than you can follow his movements youâre underneath him and your legs on his shoulders. Your head is still spinning when Severus starts pounding into you. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the clearing, accompanied by your and Severus' animalistic, feral sounds of pleasure.
âI donât-â You moan and dig your fingers into the dry soil underneath you.
âI know.â
âYouâre supposed to say me neither.â
âI do whatever the fuck I want, sweetheart.â
âShut up.â
âNo.â
His balls slap against your arse. His hand drops between your bodies, his fingers find your clit, run over it once- twice-
You see stars. Dots of light exploding all over your field of vision and pulling you into darkness, bringing the complex system keeping your body alive and moving to an abrupt stop. Your lungs refuse to fill with air, your brain crashes, your limbs tense, your whole body forced into a contortion made of carnal desire and the world-ending pleasure Severus Snape brings you.
You twitch. Then you inhale sharply, filling your lungs with air, shuddering, whimpering under Severus who spills inside you with an ear-splitting grunt and then slumps down above you. On top of you. Your legs found the ground somehow. His cock still inside you, throbbing, slowly softening, you lay in the dirt like a starfish, feeling dizzy, overwhelmed and confused.
âFriday.â Severus murmurs, his lips brushing over your cheek as he speaks. âDinner. Be ready on time or Iâll leave without you.â
âMh?âÂ
âYou really are dense." He grumbles. "Your date, stupid girl. Friday.â
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