#haiku this other world

[soracities]

Richard Wright, excerpt from Haiku: This Other World—The Last Poetry of Richard Wright [ID in ALT]

[amanedachi]

mercury / for a youth with no regrets

Part of LoL Esports Elemental Series.

[finalgirlgretchen]

people on instagram r saying that anyone who enjoys gore in horror is an evil fucked up psychopath again :(

[phoenix---wrong]

apollo justice

behold, the pride of us all

feline feline y'all

[avocad1s]

About the Creator: Favoritism

Requested By: No one. Original Work.

CW: None?

Summary: Voiclines about your favoritism over certain characters.

Characters Included: Wanderer, Kazuha, Ei, Childe, Kamisato Ayato, Eula, Beidou

Note:

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Wanderer: “I wonder time and time again why Their Grace favors me over anyone else despite all the bad things I’ve done. Perhaps they see some use in me that no one else has seen, or maybe they are waiting for me to drop my guard… why are you giving me that look Traveler… huh? You think I like being favored by the Creator? Well, who wouldn’t? They are the God of Gods and if they see usefulness in a pawn such as myself, then I will keep proving myself as worthy.”

Kazuha: I am forever grateful for my position with Their Grace. Even though I travel often, and they are constantly busy, we always make time to spend together. I like showing them the best views within Teyvat. I hope that one day they’ll agree to wander this beautiful world with me… ehem… I apologize, speaking about this with you has inspired me to write a new haiku about Their Grace.”

Ei: “You wish to know about my relationship with Their Grace? Well, they have been spending lots of time in Inazuma with me… they had promised to teach me how to cook. It hasn’t been successful yet, but I will keep trying just to see that smile on their face. I truly adore spending my time with them, I am learning how to be my own Archon rather than following in her footsteps… perhaps I have no reason to live in fear any longer.”

Childe: “Their Grace is the only God that is above Her Majesty. Despite what you think about the Fatui, we all still worship them comrade. Anytime Their Grace is in Snezhnaya, I always enjoy taking them ice fishing. I think the other Harbingers are a bit jealous of our closeness though. It doesn’t matter, as long as their eyes stay on me, then I’m happy.

Kamisato Ayato: “Hmm? My relationship with Their Grace is strictly professional… yes it is true that they spend lots of time at the Kamisato Estate but it because our discussions go late into the night and I wouldn’t dare send Their Grace away… huh? You wish to know what we discuss? Hehe… let’s change the subject, shall we..?”

Eula: “They are part of the very few who don’t judge me solely because of my clan. Their benevolence is like no other… hmm? What do you mean you saw the two of us at Good Hunter together? I was just showing them around Mondstadt, nothing else… Their Grace wishes to learn the Dance of Sacrifice… that’s the only reason we spend so much time together… why are you giving me that look? Hmph, vengeance will be mine!

Beidou: “Anytime Their Grace is on the Alcor we have an overwhelming amount of luck! We get so much treasure and never run into any storms in the middle of the ocean, I like to think of them as my good luck charm! The crew and I love having them on board, not to mention that they can hold their alcohol unlike anyone else I’ve met.. I wonder if they’re willing to be a permanent member on board… I’ll even make them co-captain if they desire.”

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[yenonnoff]

ೃ⁀➷ from beginning to end | (day)

synopsis: peaceful days on the alcor with kazuha and his lovely significant other.

content: established relationship, fluff, comfort, kazuha just loves the reader; wanderer's part is a parallel version to this <3

note: this was completely written and dedicated to @kqbukimono (may)!!! it's a crime to subject kazuha to any pain. this is for all the times when ure genuinely rly nice and funny ᐢᗜᐢ hope u enjoy!!

the wanderer's love (wanderer) | from beginning to end

to kazuha, loving you was like a breath of fresh air. it was a walk through pretty gardens of cecilias and scenic views. your touch, your gaze, your presence—everything about you made things idyllic, and kazuha loved you dearly. 

he was stuck in a cycle of stagnation before you joined the crux. it was the same routine everyday: relax on the ship, have writer’s block, deal with beidou and the crew’s shenanigans, and so on. you were the gentle breeze that moved things along, at least with you this routine was bearable. 

kazuha was a man of placidity, he was also a man with a zeal for adventure and stories… he was also hopelessly in love with you—the combination of everything he treasured and more. 

mornings on the ship were mostly peaceful: kazuha could be found right by your side, always sharing meals together while he told you stories and haikus (you had reignited his motivation to write). 

afternoons were even better when beidou would anchor the ship and head into town. sometimes you stayed together; other times, you went separate ways, coming back with a million things to tell one another. he’d listen softly as you spoke, humming in response or making a comment that was often accompanied with blissful laughter. 

he could never get tired of this: conversing about nonsense that effortlessly filled him with love and admiration. he was comfortable with you, drunk on the way you understood one another. you consumed his writing and his thoughts. everything kazuha wrote overflowed with compassion, each word painting a precious memory. 

however, he found it difficult to write about you specifically. no amount of metaphors or similes, pretty diction or imagery could ever fully depict your grace and splendor. he’d struggle and feel dissatisfied. still, kazuha tries again everyday, realizing new things just by spending time with you. 

nights on the alcor consisted of inane celebrations and drinking contests. asinine rambling would fill the ship as platters of food scattered across the deck. there was no escaping beidou and her crew’s drunken mischief so the two of you would often sit side by side and enjoy a drink. you’d only excuse yourself when the night breeze got too chilly and your lover’s warmth could no longer blanket you. 

nights always ended with a kiss and the whistling of ocean waves. the two of you would slumber until a new day started, this time more unexpected and spontaneous than the last. that was just how life was with you, and kazuha wouldn’t trade it for any treasure on teyvat. 

he slept soundly every night knowing you were by his side; he slept knowing he was the luckiest man ever.

when the sun rises again, kazuha will wake with gratitude and affection coating his heart. the two of you will have all the time in the world to go on adventures and converse about trivial matters. he’ll have all the time to say, “i love you,” over and over again.

[hetaherr]

playing video games with them | anemo boys <3

: kazuha, xiao, venti, wanderer

:mostly crack, a little suggestive but no warnings

well anyway this is another reupload!! added kuni’s part also got lazy to proof read its just a headcanon anyway!!! i play wayy to much video games and id love to share my hobbies with these sweet babies <3

kazuha

i think this baby is a really chill gamer, he enjoys the cozy aspect of video games. thats why i think games like minecraft, stardew valley, animal crossing and the sims!! cozy video game dates are a norm for you guys when its too hot outside or too rainy.

imagine playing stardew valley with him, curled up under the covers with your MATCHING SWITCH CONSOLES. you guys working through the first few years of the game as little farm people doing little farm things. he’d even find some helpful guides online so you guys can maximise your finances in the game. honestly i can see how he gets a little petty at the fact that you MARRIED some npc in the game and he had to watch the whole cutscene while you joked around that he hadn’t given you enough attention and this was all his fault. now kazuha hates that particular npc, and he’s definitely pouting the whole night. give him lots of smooches, tell him that no video game code can replace your pookie wookie baby boy <3

but there, of course are other ways you can make up for it, like asking him to marry you- in animal crossing duh!! he’d take this whole thing very seriously obviously, its a wedding silly. he’d prepare a little wedding venue in his world by the beach, even going as far to design a cute little tux. it’s adorable, also don’t think for a second that he wouldn’t give you a kiss (giggling after) when the wedding officiant says you may now kiss. i also can picture kazuha buying you a promise ring irl , with a maple leaf engraved onto it. yes it was a animal crossing wedding, but it was YOUR WEDDING non the less.

another thing i can imagine is while you were playing the sims kazuha would 100% ask to create a little family with you. he’d even help to go “shopping” online for CC that would fit your characters or homes. kazuha DIES A LITTLE inside as you carefully curate each of the characters, spending hours deciding on the perfect outfits, hairs and personalities. coming up with mini fantasy stories about the mini yous and giggling along with him when they get a little too absurd. your cute family consists of you, kazuha and a little white cat. kazuha likes watching you get a little flustered whenever his character flirts with yours, sending a romantic haiku your way. not to mention the first time your character’s woohoo’ed he teasingly said:

“its honestly a shame that they’re the only ones that get to woohoo you know?”

anyway kazuha is 100% down to try as many games as he can with you, playing games with him is 10 bells out of 10 bells hehe

xiao

gamer xiao… yea he kinda scares me. xiao plays shooter games for sure, like obviously he’s had an eboy valorant phase but lets skip past that for now. its definitely more than normal to hear him grumbling how “dogshit” some of his teammates are. he’s definitely muted from chat on several games, also banned from league most of the time from being toxic in the chats.

playing competitive games with xiao is definitely an experience, and it definitely does not feel like the stereotypical pocket sage and hyper-carry jett. so please proceed with caution. the first time you and him played together, he may have gotten a little TOO HEATED and may have cussed you out on accident forgetting it was his loving, doting and caring partner who just wanted to participate in one of his hobbies. xiao doesn’t mean to get angry at you, please bare with him when the words “how is this person so fucking bad, how are they SO USELESS JUST GET OFF THE GAME DUDE” slip out. and oh boy… xiao immediately regrets his words, he feels so bad. he was actually overjoyed when you asked to play with him, even if he doesn’t actually show it, now he definitely assumes that you won’t ever want to play games with him EVER, hell maybe you want to break up. he’s spiralling. he apologises so much and he’s so awkward and so fidgety. its hard to stay mad at him, when he’s like this you have to admit he’s a little cutie. the next few days he’s definitely cautious and on edge around you, he finds it weird that you let go of the situation so easily and just moved on. he cant believe he let such vulgar words be thrown towards you. so after a conversation about his behaviour, you both decide maybe its best you just be an observer. you’re more than happy to straddle him, chin on his shoulder when he plays at his pc. and xiao LOVES IT, there is honestly nothing more comforting than you give him a little kiss when he starts to get a little too tense. occasionally when you face the screen and watch his games, he gets so nervous to play well. and xiao absolutely DIES when you compliment his abilities. bro needs the praise please, in that moment he thinks you’re so sexy and you have such a caring soul and his ears are tinted so red. don’t tease him though, he won’t be able to play the game properly.

another thing xiao is so weirdly good at is arcade games. i can picture arcade dates and xiao is just godly at them, claw machines, those basketball ones, car racing- you name it sweetheart and he’s earning those tickets like he needs to feed his 20 kids as a single dad. xiao acts so nonchalant about it, shrugging his shoulders as if this talent of his isn’t a big deal, but inside he’s so proud that he’s managed to get you that plushie he knows you’d been eyeing the whole day. he loves the way you grip onto his biceps pulling him to another machine to test his abilities, he may grumble about you overreacting but he’s so happy just to see you smile. and having you cheer him on the side is such an added bonus, you’re such a cute cheerleader. anyway i rate xiao a “please dont scold me baby im trying my best” out of “FUCK YOU FUCKING SUCK”

venti

horror games. literally venti HATES THEM but he cant get enough of it. playing phasmophobia would be so incredibly fun, but also a total shitshow. like im talking him making you do all the work while he intentionally provokes the ghost. at the same time he’s too scared to do anything so, he’s always really close to you. so if anything ever happens, you’d be a total idiot to think he’d try to help you, venti would be the first one out the door and running away. venti is also so horrendously LOUD, literally half the time instead of getting spooked by the game, your having a heart attack inducing jump scare from his random screaming. don’t even get me started on roblox horror games, every week there’s some new game he discovered on tiktok, and you are playing it with him, you have to.

another game venti loves to play is sims, but he’s about 100 times more chaotic compared to kazuha. he loves those ridiculous challenges and he wants to have like 10 babies with you, and then proceeds to cry when they are taken away from the sims version of cps. for some reason he has all the packs and likes to screw around with everything. he makes silly little bets with you in any game, for example in the sims he’d bet with you whether your 23rd child is going to be a boy or girl, most bets are harmless like a kiss or cuddles, unless he’s in the mood.

speaking of intimacy, venti needs to be holding you while playing games. arms linked, lying on your lap or you in his, honestly you just let him because he’s so cheeky about it anyway. venti also loves playing music related games with you, duh!! karaoke, guess the song, finish the lyric. ANYTHING!! whether you can sing or not, he just loves to hear your voice, definitely teases you if you cant though hehe. karaoke is so fun, if your shy he definitely eases you into letting lose and breaking out of your comfort zone, duetting with you is something he loves because music is his passion and honestly it hits so close to home for him. you’d often find him squeezing your hand as a form of encouragement.

im rating venti a solid 8 red bulls out of “i’ve already had 15”.

wanderer

this little emo baby is 100% only ever playing single player games, things that are extremely grindy and super lore heavy (bro is on subreddits looking at game theories and conspiracies, he would love to talk to you about them if you ever asked)!! im talking about bloodborne, doom, assassin’s creed and dark souls. he hates online multiplayer games because he doesn’t want to interact with “idiots” as he’s mentioned numerous times. so unfortunately its not often that you have a chance to play any type of multiplayer games with him.

however when it comes to his gaming sessions, he’d subtly invite you to come watch him because you’re like his own little streaming audience, and he loves it. the way you comment about how cool his character looks, or ask questions about gameplay mechanics. he loves how you involve yourself in his hobbies, it turns him to mush. he also loves how you play with his hair while peeking over his shoulder to look at the tv screen as he taps away at the controller. sometimes when the game gets a little boring he notices how your breath bounces off his neck, needless to say, those nights end up a bit more differently than how you originally imagined.

also if your ever interested in the game, kuni would “hesitantly” offer you to play on a new save file. but he’s actually elated that you’re going to try his FAVOURITE video game ever. you take your place in his lap as he explains to you the basics, not many would notice but you can ever so slightly hear the excitement in his voice. kuni complains about you being so lost but he’s so careful with explaining certain things, he’s also so patient as you take hours designing your character, well he’s okay being patient since its you. kuni absolutely DISSOLVES when facing a difficult boss, puzzle or obstacle, you kinda go into a slump against his chest and beg him to help you get past it. he snickers that your so weak, but somehow he manages to get through so swiftly- i guess he needs to show off a little to you. he also may complain a lot but thats just how this baby boy is, dont get discouraged he actually thinks you’re so cute.

also if you ever find yourself playing overcooked, moving out, gang beasts or any of those party games with kuni… good luck, just because he doesn’t like competitive games like valorant, DOES NOT MEAN HE ISNT COMPETITIVE. he gets so worked up and its honestly a little cute if you can look past the crusty white dog behaviour. if you do end up getting into an argument over these games, dont be surprised. im lazy to give a rating so im giving him 10/10, again minus the crusty white dog.

edit: if you saw “anyway wanderer is a straight” HAHA i apologise maybe thats why i should straight proof reading oops hehe

[lidiaissunlit]

how the gods/goddesses treat their children

a/n: hi, i got this idea while reading tlo, also i'm at a party rn and uploading on tumblr lol hope you enjoyyy

zeus: holds you to such a high standard, which is his way of showing how he cares for you. would definitely threaten you with lightening bolts if he thought you did him dirty :heart eyes:

poseidon: he always smells like salt and sunscreen, is a good dad when he's around. gives good warm hugs. watches each of his children but doesnt help you as much because he wants you to be resourceful and independent

demeter: a typical doting mother, reminds you to eat your vegetables and work hard during training. just don't catch her on a bad day (yikes) but she genuinely wants the best for all of her kids

ares: such a proud dad, the type to give you a noogie everytime he sees you. helping you at every twist and turn, and always correcting your fighting style. "hey, i saw you practicing earlier, and i thought i should mention..."

athena: fiercly protective of her children. always calm, always giving the best advice, and always expecting you to give your all. though she is strong in her sense of justice, and will hold you accountable in your actions

apollo: you leave each other haikus. honestly he's TOO chill of a dad, too lax and no real expectations for you. he is always down to hear your music or poems, or see your art.

artemis: spends so much time with you, would literally lay her life on the line for any of her hunters. her animals ARE your siblings. she is actually hilarious, you all get a kick out of pranking her brother apollo

hephaestus: not a very personable father. he cares in his own special way. always says something eerily cynical when he sees you like "glad to see you're still kicking, i guess" like ?? thanks dad?? he does feel proud to have kids with such ingenuity

aphrodite: believes children are bright minds just ready to be taught about light and love in the world. extremely motherly and affectionate towards her children. usually meddling in her childrens lives, convincing them that their dreams are just within reach

hermes: honestly a really good dad, very caring about his children and their parents. takes being a dad very seriously and it's important to him that he does right by his children to his very best ability. he hates that he can't be more involved and helpful in his kid's lives

dionysus: pretends not to care about his kids, but really really does. always helping in little secretive ways whenever he can. if you thanked him for this, he would either say he barely lifted a finger or he didn't know what you were talking about

hades: he isn't the most fatherly type but he doesnt tolerate disrespect towards his kids because that means disrespecting him. he is very critical of his kids, and only really treats you with respect once you make him proud

[milunalupin]

Hi! It’s so cute what you’ve written about Regulus. Could I request a blurb about Regulus being so smitten with reader that he pretty much forgets how to breathe and therefore never answers whenever she talks to him? Either with them already dating or just being classmates ☺️

Hope you have a lovely day!

sorry for the wait lovely, i hope you enjoy !! :)

— take my breath away

regulus black x reader ★ 1.1k words

Divination is shit. A complete load of dragon shit. There's no hard research behind it, no factual information, just conclusions based off of feelings. Regulus doesn't understand visions and wanting to know what's to come. He's has his future planned out for him, so what were tea leaves and crystal balls going to do for him?

Continue the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black family legacy, be the perfect son and the top student in every class. Easy enough for Regulus, except for being 3rd in Divination because he "lacked natural aptitude". How ridiculous. Lucky for him his parents were far more focused on him doing well in Charms and Potions than reading tarot cards and interpreting dreams.

The one thing he doesn't mind seeing during this period was you, someone he could never dream of having the pleasure to call his. You weren't born into a pureblood family, and weren't even close to rivaling him academically. He doesn't ever recall seeing you at a quidditch match either, at least not when Slytherin was playing. With your effortless beauty and blinding smile, he's confident he would have noticed you among the others in the stands.

Regulus doesn't know when he started to crush on you, it just kind of happened. One day he started to notice small things about you, from your baby blue nail polish to your lavender perfume that did everything but calm his heartrate. He would pass by your table on the way to his own and see you reading what he assumed to be muggle poetry. The quiet Slytherin would look for those same muggle poetry books in the library late at night. He liked it when the sun sometimes shone right on your face, your eyes squinting and nose scrunching adorably. You would often mumble haikus and villanelles to yourself during class, plush lips moving quietly as you stared out the window, in your own world.

Just like today, you hovered over your parchment, your quill moving in a way that it was obvious that you were not taking notes on the lecture being given. The professor noticed your distracted state, calling your name out. "Please tell us all what ovomancy is."

"It's.. erm.." you giggled nervously, your face flushing with embarrassment. "Sorry Professor, I wasn't paying attention."

Regulus held back a lovesick sigh, smiling to himself as you continued to doodle on your parchment as soon as the professor sighed and turned their back. As lucky as he wished he was, he wasnt daft enough to believe he was your only admirer.

Edgar Bones was a charming guy. Regulus wonders what was so funny about him that he had you giggling behind your hand, his knuckles turning white as he gripped his quill a little too tight. Every table was assigned a different method, so while he and his partner were busy taking notes on capnomancy, you and Bones were having fun with palmistry. The bitter Slytherin supposed the smoke he felt coming out of his ears meant jealousy, watching Edgar asking to hold your hand to see if he can read it that way.

"Merde, ça n'a rien à voir avec.." he hissed, his anger turning to yearning as he craved to be the one holding your hand.

Ah, less-- less bright

Are the stars of night

Than the eyes of the radiant girl!

And never a flake

That the vapor can make

With the moon-tints of purple and pearl,

Can vie with the modest Eulalie's

most unregarded curl-

Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's

most humble and careless curl.

Regulus Black feels pathetic, writing love notes like a little schoolboy. Especially if his parents found out he was quoting muggle poetry. But there he was in the corner of the library, copying down yet another poem to leave on your table at the beginning of your next shared class.

He arrived early to Divination, quickly setting his folded parchment on your table and then sitting at his own. It's been weeks since he began to anonymously leave you poetry, too shy to talk to you face to face. You always read the letter and put it into your school bag, so hopefully you were keeping them and not tossing them out later when no one was watching. Regulus' knee bounced under the table as the other students started to file in, his eyes darting between the door and the folded parchment he left for you. He decided to get started on his next letter, hunching over his parchment to get the words just right.

Regulus was too distracted by perfecting his penmanship to notice you walk into the classroom and watch as he gently placed today's poem on your table. You smiled to yourself and went to your seat, tracing your beautifully written name with your finger. You had felt flattered when you first started receiving the letters, assuming that it had been your flirty class partner Edgar, but quickly realized that he wasn't the type to do such a thing.

"Your cursive letters weren't this perfect when you first started leaving me poetry, have you been practicing for me Regulus Black?"

Regulus gasps a little too fast, choking in surprise at your discovery. He turns away to cough into his sleeve like the proper boy he is. You grinned at the young heir, picking up his newest letter he had been working on.

His eyes widened and frantically waved his hands, trying to take the letter back but you held it behind you out of his reach. "You don't have to read th—"

"Shut up Regulus."

He placed his hands back in his lap, his ears burning red as you read his letter in front of him, the corners of your mouth turning upwards. Regulus felt himself holding his breath, knowing he had to say something now or sit there looking like a fool. He took a quick breath and kept his eyes on the parchment as he rushed his words out. "Perhaps, we could go to the library one day and read poetry together?"

He shouldn't have looked up because he felt himself lose oxygen again when he saw your enchanting self was smiling cheekily down at him.

"Or we could go down by the lake and you could read me some of your favorites?"

Regulus agrees with a shy nod and makes a mental note to use the Bubble-Head charm in case he forgets to breathe. He'll forget all about the charm later when your head is laying sleepily on his shoulder as he recites old poetry from his journal.

[merakiui]

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☆ Kazuha isn’t someone who succumbs to jealousy easily. But when he learns that his dear, sweet roommate is preparing for a night out, he feels…restless. He’s subtle when he asks about this date you seem so keen on attending, smoothly prying for more information, and since he’s your friendly roommate who could do no harm you tell him the details, if only so he’ll know your whereabouts should anything happen. 

☆ Kazuha adores everything about you. From the way you light up when doing something you love to the way you get so into playful arguments with Scara to the way you accompany him on grocery runs, everything you are is just so wonderful. He’s penned dozens of haikus and sonnets dedicated to you in a secret notebook of his. He often daydreams of you, allowing you to live rent-free in his mind, and every thought he has of you makes him feel incredibly happy that you live under the same roof as him. 

☆ So it’s a little unfair that you continue to seek companionship with others when he’s right here, always willing to lend an ear, always willing to talk, always willing to spend time with you. Kazuha knows that it isn’t right to take you away from your other friends, but sometimes he can’t help the pangs of envy. Some days he wishes it was just you and him in the world; perhaps if that were the case you’d have no choice but to look at him as more than a roommate—as more than a kind, friendly face.

☆ Hours before your date, he’s brewed some herbal tea to help ease your nerves. He tells you you’ll be lovely company on your date and that whoever the lucky person is will be happy to get to know you. You take the tea from him with a grateful smile, and he looks back to his laptop screen, occasionally sneaking glances at you to see how you’re faring. 

☆ You’ve drunk every last drop of tea, and when he looks up from his monitor some time later he finds you sprawled on the sofa. Kazuha stands from his seat and walks over to you, bending down to peer at you while you sleep soundly. He was content to charm you the normal way when you’re awake (and he had told himself he could be patient), but with the way you look so precious lying before him it makes it impossible to resist. He’ll just kiss you a little, perhaps give you a hickey or two so your date will know you already have someone.

☆ That was Kazuha’s initial plan. And while he still does suck love bites into your skin, pulling away each time to admire them and run his fingers over the bruised skin, he becomes so immersed in the way your body responds to his touch and kiss. Before he can stop himself, he’s found himself between your legs. His hands keep your thighs spread, and he listens for the tiny whimpers that occasionally slip past your lips. This isn’t a bad thing; you like it just as much as he does. If you didn’t, your body wouldn’t be showing him just how enjoyable you think it is.

☆ He spends plenty of time savoring you, allowing his skillful hands to work you open slowly. Kazuha wants to take his time with you; he wants this moment to be special and sacred. He watches your face during it, notes every little twitch and moan. His kisses are sweet and gentle, so full of love. He could do this all day, showering you in his adoration, worshiping you like you’re the only one he’ll ever know. 

☆ By the time he’s finally slotted himself inside your tight hole, you’re covered in hickeys. He may have gotten slightly carried away, but isn’t that the beauty of true love? He could lose himself in you forever and he’d still find something new to appreciate. 

☆ Kazuha makes good use of his time. He wrings so many orgasms out of you, your body giving him all the sweetest answers to unspoken questions, and afterwards he washes you, covers every hickey with artfully applied makeup, and dresses you in an outfit that makes you look so stunning. You question it when you come to later, sitting up on the sofa with furrowed brows, but he doesn’t provide any direct answers. 

☆ Kazuha’s still typing away at his laptop. He asks if you’re still intending on going on your date and you spring up, hurrying to grab your phone (which he had made sure to charge; Kazuha is always so considerate). He looks at you just as you prepare to leave through the front door, a pleasant smile softening his handsome face. He tells you to enjoy your date.

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☆ Another date. He’d call you a slut, but that would be too flattering. You came home from your last one covered in hickeys (though he’s yet to figure out that was Kazuha’s handiwork) and now you’re planning to go out again. Do you ever get bored of meeting with strangers all the time, or are you so lonely that you have to chase after every available pulse?

☆ Scaramouche is accessible. You see him every day. He’s seen you in the thinnest of sleepwear. You’ve seen him right when he emerges from the bath with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. And yet for every intimate encounter, you walk past him and the divide grows and grows. Although this is partially Scaramouche’s doing; he’s always so cold to you, always pushing you away because it’s the only way he can protect his own fragile heart. 

☆ He could ask you on a date. He could confess and see how far that gets him. Or he could continue to wallow in his feelings, doubtful and anxious about whether or not you might reciprocate. Although when he notices the bites that you fail to hide, each one littering your neck and wrists like jewelry, whether or not you might love him in return doesn’t matter. All that really matters is that you have been marked by someone else—marked by someone who isn’t him. He needs to fix this. 

☆ Scara has his connections. It’s easy to get a few particularly strong sleeping drugs from a certain underground doctor, who annoys the soul out of Scara, but it’s worth it for you. You have no idea how much he loves you. He’s willing to subject himself to hellish irritations just for you. That’s undeniably a testament of his love. You ought to recognize it and be grateful. 

☆ Kazuha has left for the weekend—something to do with his major, he had explained—which leaves you and Scara all alone for two days. He’s pleased to cook for you, veiling his happiness in barbs and scowls so that you won’t know that he actually cares for you. And while you’re occupied washing up, he slips the drugs into your meal, watching as the tablets dissolve. The Doctor had explained how they work, how long they’ll knock you out for, and how many should be given to get the desired result without causing any harm. He’ll prove to you that the one you need is right in front of you, however indirectly and discreetly he may be going about it.

☆ For all the times you’ve argued and playfully bickered, you still trust him. After all, you’ve been living together for so long. The two of you have become good friends, even if Scara is a grump who can never admit his true feelings. That’s why you think nothing of it when you eat and talk about your plans for the weekend with him, and as time drags on your consciousness begins to fade. You think you might just be tired because you’ve eaten a good meal, but that’s the last coherent thought your brain produces before you slip into a deep slumber, slumped in your chair like a drunk. Scara smiles at you from where he sits, watching you for a brief moment to confirm you’re truly asleep, before he gets up and gathers you in his arms to bring you to his room. 

☆ He’s watched you sleep before during move nights or anime marathons, but this is different. His intentions back then were purely admiration. Scara’s hands are cold against your bare skin, wandering with eager curiosity. You’ve always been so perfect in his eyes, and he’s always wondered what it might be like to have you under him like this, wide-eyed and gasping, your arms pulling him in for more. He leans down to listen to your steady heartbeat, testing the waters with little touches. His fingers trace your hips, circle your nipples, prod at your navel. You don’t stir, and a pleased smile crawls onto his face.

☆ Scara’s fingers are curling inside you, spreading you open in preparation of something larger, while his other hand holds yours tightly. He’s murmuring all sorts of things while he presses open-mouthed kisses to the places that have yet to be claimed, biting and sucking until bruises remain in his wake. He tells you he loves you, and it feels so wonderful to admit that. Even if you aren’t awake to hear it, he says it over and over, squeezing your hand and capturing your silent lips in a messy, uncoordinated kiss. 

☆ He pretends that both of you are lovers when he ruts into you, slowly at first, before bottoming out completely, his heart thrumming wildly. All this time he’s fantasized about a moment like this, and now he can finally live it. He can finally feel you clench around him. He can finally hold you in his arms and tell you heartfelt sentiments without restraint. And you, his precious sleeping beloved, accept him and all that he is (you have no choice). 

☆ He has to take a few photos for later use. After all, he has to make the most of his limited time with you. Though it feels like no amount of time could possibly satisfy him, he’s greatly pleased knowing you won’t be making it to your date. Certainly not in this state, marked and bruised by him. And maybe you’ll finally realize he’s all you need. If you can’t see that, then he’ll just have to teach your body instead. 

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☆ Despite all he had done to keep you away, you became Azul’s first friend. Azul had thought you were wonderful—a stark contrast to the annoyance he’d pretend to feel whenever you'd visit his octopus pot—but he would never verbalize that truth. It remained locked in his hearts, festering as the years passed and he grew up alongside you. Eventually, your pair became a group of four when the Leech twins swam into the picture, and now Azul had three friends.

☆ Even though you have a tail with the prettiest of scales and youʼre what everyone would call normal, you still chose to spend time with him, the weird, slimy octo-mer who was bullied mercilessly. To this day it boggles Azulʼs mind that you would willingly give your time and companionship to him. And not just for a few months of entertainment; you stayed by his side for years. Itʼs only natural that he would affix himself to you, finding joy in your presence.

☆ When the both of you were little, you would hole yourselves up in the cramped comforts of his octopus pot and talk about all manner of things. Azul remembers these conversations fondly. He remembers how you never shrunk away from his tentacles when they would cradle you, awkwardly writhing to make as much room for you as possible. You never laughed at him or called him slow. You never thought he was a weak, squishy crybaby. Itʼs your kindness that Azul often thinks back on when he finds himself at his lowest, and just the mere vision of you painted within his mind is enough to soothe him.

☆ So when he returns to the Coral Sea after spending so much time on the surface as a human, he realizes just how long it’s been since he’s last seen you. The two of you have stayed in contact, of course, but nothing can top seeing a dear friend in person. Unfortunately, you seem to be talking about a newfound love. In the time that Azul was gone, you’ve remained here, spending time with others, getting to know more mers, and finding love.

☆ He was foolish to think all would be as he had left it. Of course you’d find love; you’re so very lovable. But you were always meant to love Azul. It was Azul you promised to marry when you were whispering faux wedding vows through giggles when you were little. That may have been childish whimsy, but back then Azul held onto those promises, however joking they may have been. And he has hoped that they might come true one day. But with someone else in the picture… He realizes there will never be any room for him. He’ll never have a chance.

☆ Perhaps he should feel bad about slipping something into your food when he invites you to his mother’s restaurant and prepares a meal for you, all of it on the house. A reunion gift, he calls it with that charming smile of his. And you think nothing of it, happily thanking him and eagerly filling him in on all of the things he’s missed while he was on the surface. Azul watches you adoringly. You finish everything on your plate.

☆ It’s been so long since he’s relaxed in his octopus pot. It’s still as he left it when he returns, carrying you in his arms. You look so peaceful when you’re asleep, limp and pliable and so very perfect. He lays you in the octopus pot and stares at your shimmering tail, the colors so vibrant they’re nearly hypnotizing.

☆ He’s always thought of kissing you, so when he leans down and tentatively places his lips on yours he feels like he’s just accomplished a lifelong goal that he’s been working towards for years now. Unable to resist any longer, he curls inside the octopus pot, with you cradled in his tentacles. He’s holding you firmly, not hard enough to bruise you, and presses himself against you, feeling your heartbeat against his.

☆ An idea occurs to Azul while he’s squeezing every part of you, his suckers affixing to your chest and your slit, tasting and feeling all at once. He can’t contain the smile that spreads on his face or the delightful whimpers that slip past his lips when he holds you close, rutting a thicker tentacle along the lips of your slit. He realizes, in the midst of mindless pleasure, that if you’re covered in enough marks from his suckers this newfound love of yours will know you’ve already been claimed.

☆ For once he’s content playing the role of the gross, weird octopus, if only to chase away any potential suitors and keep you by his side where you rightfully belong. And in the comforting quiet of an octopus pot, Azul makes you his in more ways than one.

[notebookqueenofnarnia]

Okay Demigods

now that Season 2 has been confirmed (!!!!!!!!!!) I am here to make my official appeal that you ALL read the books. and yes...i mean ALL the books. Because here is what you are missing if you don't:

(mostly spoiler free. mostly vibes and chaotic no context)

OG PERCY JACKSON

Percy's INCREDIBLE sarcasm

Lots of chaotic Mr. D moments

Percy's unending absolute obliviousness when it comes to: his own abilities/powers, his own feelings towards a certain daughter of Athena, and EVERYONE'S feelings towards him

the full list of Percy's felonies (it's longer than you think!)

how much Percy thinks about Annabeth, especially in the third book

The Hunters of Artemis (everyone's like 'which godly parent would you have?' but im like ??? who cares??? I'm running off with the girls to immortal to hunt men i mean monsters)

soooooooooo much Sally Jackson is the Best Mom (to everyone who walks through her door) content

BLACKJACK. TRANS ICON BLACKJACK THE PEGASUS.

Rachel. Elizabeth. Dare. (this is how the audiobook says her name every single time)

Paul Blofis

Sally Jackson, author

Poseidon: Blowfish?

HEROES OF OLYMPUS

If you don't read these books you are missing out on some of the coolest female characters Rick has created: PIPER (an iconic), HAZEL (unintentionally hilarious), REYNA (beautiful character arc), and ANNABETH's point of view will have you loving her on a whole other level, trust me

Also: COACH HEDGE

Leo

All The Ladies Love Leo

the audiobooks are INSANE. It felt like a full cast read the book, but no. it was just one insanely talented narrator.

FESTUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS (im a dragon girlie)

Personally, I spent a lot of time reading the OG 5 wondering about how Roman mythology plays into Percy's world. Uncle Rick answered my questions and answered them SO WELL

Hazel the horse girl

Frank the horsebirddolphinman

Frank, gentle himbo, my beloved son

MY FAVORITE SCENE WHICH INVOLVES PERCY NOT KNOWING HOW TO DRIVE, A HARPY, FRANK, AND HAZEL AND THEYRE ALL SCREAMING AND IM PRETTY SURE STUFF IS ON FIRE

Forced Proximity for 7 teenagers and one chaotically violent satyr (that's Coach Hedge)

Eros/Cupid being one the most genius things Rick's ever written

Percy's hate of Ares transcending god magic

(also his love of Annabeth, but that's like obvious)

PercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabe

weird barely gnome things

this one giant whose name is definitely not pronounced like female anatomy

everyone thinking Percy and Annabeth are constantly getting up to the hanky panky

a statue made me cry

Gay Grumpy/Sunshine (or should that be Death/Sunshine) origins!!

TRIALS OF APOLLO

Apollo, vain himbo of godly proportions is forced to live as Lester Papadopoulos

Percy: why

a very chaotic twelve year old daughter of Demeter

she commands Apollo around

plant magic

terrible great haikus at the start of every chapter

Sally Jackson being the best mom to everyone who comes to her door

magic shoes

a sassy magic prophetic arrow that talks in Shakespearean English

so much gay grumpydeath/sunshine content

also yes sunshine's dad is Apollo

Apollo sings

Grover! Piper! Reyna! Hazel! All the friends! Everyone

Jason! (also im sorry)

what if there were some trees who were an elite squad of warriors who also answer to the chaotic twelve year old

gay moms of the midwest

unicorns

in the last book, chiron takes the campers on a 'field trip' to help take down the big baddie and he shows up dressed as a warrior soccer mom with granola bars, water bottles, and extra swords attached to his fanny pack

a different chaotic twelve year old while fighting to the death in a building that's on fire: "CAN WE GO ON FIELD TRIPS EVERY WEEK?"

chiron: "ROSE DEAR RAISE YOUR SWORD A LITTLE HIGHER!"

okay im not going to spoil it but in the last book there is also this extremely horrifyingly violent moment that Uncle Rick somehow turns into one of the most hilarious things i've ever read

Piper in the epilogue

CHALICE OF THE GODS

more insanely funny percy first person narration

Grover, Percy, Annabeth reunite ("the gang is back together!" "The three musketeers!" "Shrek, Fiona, and Donkey!" "Excuse me?")

have you met the god of himbos? (Percy has)

SO

MANY

EASTER

EGGS

for Season one. you can totally see how Uncle Rick worked on the script and chalice together

if you liked Annabeth shoving Percy into the water....this one is for you

Percy, supreme god of snakes

the cutest cutest cutest cutest Percabeth content you will ever read

hippie gods (yes more than one)

Percy is literally obsessed with Annabeth

Annabeth already being the Jackson daughter in law

Sally Jackson and Paul and

For the record: You CAN read Chalice of the Gods without reading the other series, but please please please read all these books. The audiobooks are phenomenal.

[arch-official]

ok- hypothetical here:

in a world where linux distro's, bsd, or any other FOSS system suddenly blink from existance (so basically a nightmare) would you rather use Mac, Windows, Chrome, etc

NO Haiku either since I know that would dominate the polls.

I want to see what would happen if you were forced to sell your data to a company. Who would you trust more, and why? what do you prioritize when it comes down to limited options?

being toxic about it is indeed encouraged

[mlm-writer]

Prophecy (John Constantine x GN!Reader)

Pairing:  John Constantine (LoT ver.) x Gender Neutral!Demon!Reader (with two dicks and tentacles) Rating: Explicit Words: 1014 POV: Second Summary: The Big Tober Day 25 - Monsterfucking Note: Reader is not referred to with any gendered words. Reader just has a dick.... well two actually... king shark style.... Tags: demon fucking, anal, anal fingering, biting, tentacles, manhandling, wet and sloppy, double penetration, PWP and haiku at the end

A filthy moan vibrated through the tentacle you had shoved down John’s throat. You could feel his oesophagus bare down onto your extremity. When he seemed to choke, you retracted the tentacle to rest the end on his tongue. John opened his eyes, tears streaming down his crimson cheeks as he breathed around your appendage. “So pretty,” you cooed as your other tentacles caressed his glistening body. 

Two of them had suctioned down onto his nipples, pressing down and pulling on the sensitive flesh. Each movement allowed you to feel his cock twitch, which you currently had sandwiched between your two own, a tentacle wrapped around it to keep your cocks snugly together. “Please,” John whispered with his mouth still full. You shut him up by pushing the tentacle back down his throat, reaching as deep as you knew he could handle it. He moaned in satisfaction. 

You could smell his arousal, the air in the warehouse thick with the odour of lust. Your other four tentacles held John up in the air, giving your hands all the access you desired to his pretty hole. John sucked so eagerly; it was hard to tell whether the whine was from your tentacle slipping deeper down his throat or from a third finger joining the wet mess inside him. His flushed skin was like a furnace in the poorly isolated, abandoned building. The only light came from the moonlight coming through the windows near the ceiling and the summoning circle below you, where the flames warmed your body. The red light coming from below created erotic shadows on John’s body. You couldn’t hold back anymore and turned John over, your tentacles manhandling him into a bent over position with his ass at your mouth’s height. You bared your triangular teeth to the world, before pressing them into the softness of John’s ass. 

John moaned as he felt you almost pierce his skin. He didn’t care if you did. He had been edged so often by now, he would let you do anything to him. He just needed to cum; he needed your permission to cum. His cock was dripping arousal onto the weathered concrete, the cold air helping him to repress the orgasm he had been on the brink of - over and over. “Why are you always such a fucking menace?” He slurred, trying to wiggle his hands free so he could stroke his weeping cock, but your body and all its extremities left no room for him to move. 

His taunt was all the instructions you needed from him. You bit down on the other cheek, dragging your sharp teeth down to leave angry red lines. The sound coming from him was primal, desperate and obscene. You lowered him, aligning his fingered-open hole with your cocks. You pressed the tip of the lower one against his entrance. The tapered tip slipped inside easily. You pressed forward, stretching him more and more the deeper you went. The base was too thick for him, but you knew he would be able to take that and much more eventually. 

A euphonic song of gasps and moans came from the warlock as you worked him open with your enormity. He was hot around you, his arousal filling your senses. His filthy moans filled your ears. You could smell the precum that was dripping onto the ground. Your vision was focused on where you saw your length almost entirely disappear inside of him. Your fingers digged into his plump ass, your left thumb pressing into the crimson lines you left earlier. All that was missing was his essence on your tongue. 

Your tentacles moved, keeping John speared on your hardness as you pressed his back against your chest. Two of your tentacles held him by the knees now, keeping his legs spread. Another two held him below the arms. Another wrapped itself around John’s neck, lightly choking him. Yet another grabbed him by the hair [why did I give you so many tentacles?], forcing his head to turn so you could kiss him. Saliva covered his lips and dripped down his chin as you ravaged his mouth. The two tentacles you still had left wrapped around his middle and moved him on your cock like a toy. Your second cock rubbed deliciously between his cheeks with each thrust. You moaned into his mouth, hands reaching for his nipples. Even the lightest touch to the abused nubs made John whimper. 

With the new angle, John took you to the base so easily. The human’s skin was slick from the secretion coming from your many appendages. John felt like he was drowning. He was wet all over in your slick. Tongues danced sloppily as he was filled with your cock. “Another,” he managed to moan against your lips. You understood, one hand letting go of his red nipples to angle your second cock in line with his stretched hole. John’s delighted cry echoed through the building when the tip of your second cock slipped inside along the first one. 

John was near-incoherent as you speared him open with both your cocks. His length twitched pathetically against his abdomen, precum joining your juices on his skin. “You can cum for me John,” you whispered into his ear, your tongue darting out to tease his earlobe. He whimpered in reply, something about how you had the tendency to continue, how you were unlikely to stop, how it hurt so good. Your triangular teeth teased his ear as you chuckled ominously.

The warlock screamed like his life depended on it as you renounced mercy and tightened his grip on him. A wet squelch accompanied every thrust into his spit open body. You could feel John tighten around you, the most pitiful moans filling the room as he painted his own body and face white. “That’s it, warlock,” you delighted in his helplessness. Your tentacles manhandled John onto the floor, upper body against the concrete and ass up. “Now let’s fulfil your prophecy.” 

You continued on.  You were unlikely to stop.  And it hurt so good. 

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[dobadoo]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ KEDEHARA KAZUHA ꒱ ˎˊ˗ samurai love..

soft bf!kazuha/fem!reader

warnings ★ — none<3 just fluff, healthy relationship,today without fucky fucky my dears!!! 🌹 a/n ★ — damnn, Kazuha is such a comfort character..how I adore him,I want to rip off the hands of some writers who write dirty smut about him help

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༊*·˚ Kazuha's sensuality is unlikely to be surpassed by anyone. the guy is so full of harmony with the world around him that looking at his peaceful face, blown by the autumn breeze, brings you immeasurable pleasure. his hands, skillfully holding the blade, eyes, beautifully harmonizing with the red strand, a smile, so light - you loved to stare for hours at the samurai, who became happier from this, as well as from any other thing connected with you.

༊*· ˚Kazuha thoroughly prepared his confession to you, not wanting improvisation and mistakes. in his opinion, confession is a gift from his heart, which must be light, like leaves flying from a branch.

"I've long wanted to show you the sea," - Kazuha began with a smile, not taking his eyes off you, - "but you are silent, you don't like the landscape?"

your excitement did not escape the man who feels too well. you deny it, but the samurai comes closer, continuing to examine you.

"I hear your heart louder than the murmur of the shore. It screams about feelings," - he whispers thoughtfully and, without waiting for your answer, gently takes your hand and puts it to his chest, in which the heartbeat was echoing at a frantic pace, - "I feel it too."

༊*·˚ From the beginning of your relationship, the samurai was not shy about talking about feelings and showing them, on evening walks along the harbor he liked to squeeze your hand tighter, telling another haiku about love. In addition, Kazuha sometimes shared with you stories from the past, when he had not yet escaped from Inazuma. But he loves listening to you much more - your voice is louder for him than the rustle of crimson leaves on the trees.

༊*·˚ Kazuha likes it when you carefreely ask to comb his blond hair and braid his ponytail. at such moments he closes his eyes and smiles involuntarily, melting in your arms.

༊*·˚ he loves to hug you tightly, quietly muttering about your tenderness. his favorite part of the body is the collarbone, the guy often runs his fingers over them, and then kisses them weightlessly.

there is no hint of rudeness or lust in his actions, his love is sublime. kisses on the lips are rare for you, most often Ronin limits himself to the temples or forehead, and for you he specially offers his cheek.

༊*·˚ once he caught a yellowed, but neat leaf flying from a branch and without unnecessary words carefully wove it into your strand of hair near your ear, smiling relaxedly. it is sometimes difficult to understand his actions, Kazuha often reasoned differently from other people, but this only made you fall in love more and more with each passing day.

༊*·˚ quarrels with him are impossible. the young man, seeing your gloomy face, does not avoid problems, but tries with all his might to calm you down, creeping his fingers into your hair and stroking your head.

[asolareclipses]

(Previous Part)

“Gods this heat is killing me.”

Will looked back at Jason who was drenched in sweat from the summer sun. “Maybe we should take a quick break.”

“I don’t get how you’re not melting right now,” Jason said as he practically collapsed on the ground.

Will shrugged, “Maybe it’s an Apollo thing. Sun resistance or whatever.”

Jason squinted as he looked up at Will, “Huh.”

Will turned to face the quiet road beside them his face turning somber, “We’re never going to make it there at this pace.”

Jason sighed as he ducked his head in a pointless action to avoid the sun. “I mean we’re halfway there right?”

With a groan of frustration Will turned to Jason, “If only we didn’t breakdown in the middle of nowhere.”

Jason opened his mouth the speak but was interrupted by a loud car horn.

Will watched as a small rusted truck slowly rolled to a stop next to them, the window squeaking as it slid down.

“You boys need a ride?” An old man spoke with a southern twang.

Simultaneously, Will and Jason looked at each other, both with clear skepticism. This had ‘Trap’ written all over it, however they had no other choice.

“Sure,” Will replied with a halfhearted smile, motioning for Jason to follow him.

In no time they were riding smoothly, somewhat, down the empty road in the worn down truck. The inside was no better than the outside either as the seats were clearly old with some tears and stains. Each floorboard was caked with dirt along with scattered pieces of trash or machine parts.

Will scanned each inch of the truck but, apart from its lack of cleanliness, it was perfectly normal. No evil tortue tools or suspicious mythical items. It was exactly what you’d expect from some random southern man. The man himself wasn’t strange either, no third eye or sharp teeth, rather something about him felt oddly familiar.

“So you two off on some adventure?” The man joked as he glanced in the rear view mirror at Jason with a sudden look of melancholy.

“Um we were just,” Will paused trying to come up with something. “On our way to visit our grandparents in Maine.”

Jason glanced skeptically at Will, to which Will read as, ‘In what world are we siblings?’

“Well isn’t that nice,” The man smiled, “Good thing I ran across you two because i’m headed the same way.”

Will thought that ‘coincidence’ should’ve made him nervous but for some reason he felt as if he weren’t in any type of danger.

“How’d you two get stranded?” The man continued the conversation in a relaxed manner.

“The-I mean my car broke down,” Will winced at his own stuttering.

The man shook his head, “Those are some tough roads from manhattan huh?”

Will froze, turning to the man. “I never said where we came from.”

The man’s eyes widened for a split second, “Lucky guess huh?”

Will just stared back, inching closer to the door as if to make a sudden escape.

The man sighed with a frown, “Perhaps i’m not the actor I believed I was. My skills seem to be getting quite rusty.” The southern accent disappeared as he spoke in an eerily familiar tone. “Dressed as an old man. Oh how convincing I am. Yet still I get caught.”

Wills eyes widened as he realized the drivers real identity, “Dad?!”

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Jason almost got whiplash as he heard what Will said. ‘Dad?’ In no world was this old man Apollo, still there he was, Haikus and all.

“I’m conflicted on whether I should be disappointed in my disguise skills or happy that my child is so quick-witted.” The once old man, now Apollo spoke with a grin.

“Why are you-How are you here?” Will seemed just as shocked as Jason felt.

“I can be anywhere I want of course, and where is better than here?” Apollo words sounded similar to that of riddles. “A good father can give his son a ride once in a while right?”

“Won’t you get in trouble for interfering with, you know, demigod stuff?” Will asked.

“What ‘demigod’ stuff?” Apollo asked his voice pitching a bit higher. “This is just a regular ride with no ulterior motive. At least that’s what i’m going to tell Zeus if he finds out.” He glanced back in the mirror again but as his eyes met Jason’s he quickly looked away with a small frown.

Jason couldn’t help but to remember the last time he’d seen Apollo. He could still feel the coldness of the water, how it felt as he realized his life was about to end.

“So is this your car?” Will’s voice snapped Jason out of his thoughts and back to the current moment.

Apollo shrugged, “Any car can be my car.”

Will raised an eyebrow as his father.

“Okay, I may have borrowed it. But it’s not like anyone will miss this thing, I’ll just replace it with a new one. It’s not like I could’ve used the sun chariot, that would be far too obvious.”

“Right..” Will said, biting back a smile.

“Consider this a favor,” Apollo said his voice suddenly somber. “I know I owe you two far more than just this.” His eyes glanced back at Jason again for only a second.

Will frowned but quickly changed the subject upon sensing the tension, “Do you know what’s going on, if Nico is okay?”

Apollo frowned, “Oh how I wish I could tell you.” His fingers tightened around the wheel, “There is not much I know, just the darkness you all have been so aware of. I can’t predict this outcome and even if I could there would be no speaking it. But you are strong, you are light. Remember that Will.”

Jason could see Will’s face scrunching in confusion but he didn’t say anything, instead he leaned against the window to his side with a distant look in his eyes.

Apollo began to drone on about what he’d been recently doing before he switched over to asking Will as many ‘fatherly’ questions as he possibly could. Jason almost felt left out, he knew his father would never speak to him like that. His father hadn’t even bothered to say anything to him since he came back. Perhaps that was for the best, maybe him acknowledging Jasons existence would mean his end. Or worse, Leo could face consequences too. Jason’s thoughts continued to consume him until he realized that they were slowing down.

Apollo looked at the two passengers hesitantly as the truck rolled to a stop, “This is as far as I can go.”

Will smiled, his eyes without any joy. “Thank you Dad.”

“Anytime Will, I wish I could-” Apollo stopped himself. “Be safe, and bring back Nico.”

“I will,” Will nodded stopping out of the truck.

As Jason turned to exit Apollo suddenly spoke, “Jason.” He paused, “For all that happened, I..I truly am sorry.”

Jason froze for a moment tightly gripping the door handle, he turned to Apollo with a strained smile and shook his head. “Don’t apologize, it was just fate.” He spoke before quickly pushing the door open and stepping out.

Apollo frowned as if he wanted to say something more but decided not to. With a smile and wave he drove off, “Remember who you are Will!” He called out as his voice faded into the wind.

The two of them stood there until the truck was just a spot on the horizon before turning to the rusted sign that read, “Westover Hall 1 Mile Ahead.”

“Well,” Jason turned to Will his voice void of enthusiasm, “We’re here.”

Will bit his lip as he stared at the large school in the distance, “Let’s hope we’re not too late.”

Part Nine?