I DON'T KNOW IF YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN BUT IT'S OKAY CUS I AM AN EXCEPTION!! ( also , your the first person I'm sending a request to so be happy :3 )
okay so it's more than one request but it's up to you if you wanna use them okay sis ?
Okay so we know that Poseidon is lowkie a sucker for fine woman so what if Percy gets a new sibling (a little sister) and Percy takes her around camp and shows her all the cool things ??
a fic where Jason Grace's girlfriend is sick and Jason is like ,, taking care of her and reading books to her because the reader likes books.
Anyways I might end up stealing one of these (i'm an honest young lady okay) but I want you, my favorite sister, to do the honors of making one.. or none, depending on how you feel, of these.
Love, your favorite sister, Zuri ♡
⚡️┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。ONLY LOVE WILL CURE THEE!
jason grace x fem!reader super short blurb <3
📬 sunni’s notes : AWWW ZURII i haven’t made a jason fic yet so i might as well >0< ugh and ofc you can totally do either of these bebi. I MIGHT DO THE PERCY ONE TOO IT SOUNDS SO CUTE AHHH! omg also WAT?! im so honored 🥹 trying not to let you down fr!!! SORRY IT TOOK A WHILE MY WRITER BLOCK WAS CRAZY AND IVE BEEN SO BUSY WITH DANCE HEHE thanks for your awesome sauce request my favorite sister, sunkisses!!! 💛
jason was a warrior. a soldier. a son of jupiter. he doesn’t fall into or give out affection so very easily. it’s all about war, and sword fighting, and contsantly fighting for your life.
but he’s also, (name)’s boyfriend. and when his girlfriend so happens to fall ill, this man does not PLAAAY. the blonde had to turn down several quests because she was sick. knowing well that she would try to get up and pretend that everything is okay.
“no. you’re staying in bed and that’s final love.” (name) pressed her lips together in a pout. “but i’ll be bored.” she complained, her head to the ceiling of the infirmary. “i hate sitting in bed all day knowing everybody else is out doing something fun.” jason curved his lips into a grin, “tell you what sunshine.”
remembering the time (name) had spent a week in her cabin just reading this series she had been obsessed with,
the blondie walked out of the infirmary and grabbed a few books from annabeth, in the athena cabin and made his way back to the infirmary. he had three books in his hands, all different colored and different genres.
“got you entertained.” jason carefully placed the books on the bedside, the flowers he had gifted her prior beside the thickly books. she gleamed, “aww.. honey.” she coo’d.
she handed him one of the books and she scooted over, room for an extra person. without her actually saying anything, jason knew exactly what to do. he took the book from her hand and laid beside her.
she quickled leaned her head in his shoulder, her breath tickling his neck. he opened the book and began to read for her,
jason’s voice was the right amount of soft and sweet, while still being able to make some sort of feeling. kind of like honey. the way the words slipped out of his tongue were like heaven to her.
and as much as she liked reading by herself, she thought it was 2x better when jason read for her. and it wasn’t like he couldn’t pass up the opportunity either.
“you still bored.. sunshine?” he turned, a snoring (name) in place. letting a soft chuckle escape out of his lips, he kissed her forehead, “sweet visions, love.”
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FINISHED. HECK YEAH. Um, yeah, in case you don’t know, it’s the wonderful, AMAZING @milk-carton-whump‘s birthday today, and I wanted to do something special for them because they mean so much to me!
Seriously, y’all remember. They introduced me to cowboy whump, they convinced me to get this blog, all that good stuff. Oh, they were also my first Tumblr friend. Yeah, that too lol. (Kidding, that’s like the most important thing! <3)
But yeah! Foster’s amazing. I love them. <3 Literally one of the sweetest, most talented people I know, and I’m literally stunned I’m friends with them all the time! Like, you’re so cool?? And good at writing??? And nice and supportive and caring and-- HOW DID I GET SO LUCKY?? Beats me, y’all, but I just wanted to show how much I appreciate them with a lil’ birthday drabble featuring their lovely Zurii, part of a collab with @unicornscotty!
CW: Angel whump, blood, crucifixion mention (literally just used as a comparison) crying, demon mention, hair pulling, Halloween mention, invasion of privacy (?), knife, muzzle, noncon nudity (non-sexual), paralysis (by spell), public humiliation, spellwork (??), stabbing, stress position, torture mention, restraints (Let me know if I missed something!)
Anyway, without further ado, happy birthday, Foster! <3
The Auditorium
Dr. Isaac adjusts the collar of his suit jacket once more before stepping past the curtain and out onto the stage of the auditorium. The sound of leather shoes on the wooden stage cuts through clear despite the chatter of the large-sounding audience. It goes quieter, there’s a tap on the mic, and then with an obvious smile in his voice, he begins, “Good evening, everyone. My name is Dr. Isaac Hughs. I’m a researcher here at the university, religious studies to be specific, and if you’re here, my invitation has no doubt piqued your interest.” He pauses and peers back at the curtained area he just left. “What you’re going to see here tonight, I can assure you I’ve been searching for it for years...”
What Dr. Isaac has been looking for, it’s an angel; behind the curtain, there indeed is an angel. Zurii watches, muzzled, bound, and fuming through the slit where the curtains meet but not quite close enough to block his line of sight onstage.
His muscles twitch from the exhaustion of this horrible position, limbs stretched to their limits and beyond on this weird mobile platform he’s tied to, his wings included. Zurii tugs at the bindings for the hundredth time since he’s been put in them. They’re just leather cuffs with chains attached to either end of a thick wooden slab running along his shoulders, and there’s another along his ankles too.
He kind of looks like he’s being crucified.
This last month has been complete and utter hell—practically the Abyss in almost all respects. With all that he’s dealt with lately, he may as well have fallen.
There were weeks of torture, months that had Dr. Isaac and his assistant Sean fruitless about what exactly was going on inside Zurii’s angelic head. But then they’d found the spell. Zurii can only imagine it was written by a demon with how horrific it was.
Months of nothing but torture that could only be described as blind probing turned to just two weeks of the most precise, focused interrogation Zurii’s had ever had the displeasure of experiencing. At one point he thought his brain broke. It did, in a way. Out came a flood of Enochian prose and spells he didn’t even know he knew, and just like that, Dr. Isaac had everything he needed to prove to the whole university, the whole world, that angels existed—as well as how to keep an angel like him at their weakest.
Zurii gave him that power. The thought makes him sick. It doesn’t make him any less pissed.
“...now, to introduce you to him.”
Zurii snarls behind the muzzle as Dr. Isaac steps away from the mic and approaches.
“This is against our rules,” he growls when he gets close. “You have no idea what you’re doing.” His voice is muffled horribly by the muzzle digging into the lower half of his face. It stings actually, far more than it would have when he was at his strongest. But now he’s weakened by half a dozen spells, and it feels more raw, more overwhelming. The pull of the hair caught in the buckle on the back of his head actually brings involuntary tears to his eyes.
Dr. Isaac chuckes a bit. “Come on now, be nice for our guests.” He gives Zurii a pat on the head that makes him wrench away angrily.
Dr. Isaac wastes no more time. Zurii’s wheeled out helplessly across the stage. There’s just the sound of screeching wheels against wood for a few seconds, a bright spotlight in Zurii’s face and this unnerving sense of waiting. Then the chatter starts up again.
“Is that…?”
“Look at the size of its wings. It has to be.”
“They must’ve gone all out with the special effects for this one. It’s Halloween, you know.”
In front of all these prying eyes, Zurii feels naked. Mostly because he is. Before all this, Dr. Isaac stripped him for the audience’s “optimum viewing experience,” and this cold auditorium air is a bitter reminder of that—but also because of the fact that he’s being revealed to this audience at all. Peering through his mask at all of them, he stills. He wasn’t listening to Dr. Isaac’s speech, not in its entirety. He doesn’t know yet if they understand the weight of what they’re seeing, if they know what they’re looking at.
A real life angel.
Well, they do now. “Introducing the prime subject for my research over the past four months, Zurii the seraph, more commonly known as an angel.”
Somehow the chatter picks up even louder at that, so muddy and indistinct Zurii can’t even make it out anymore than the dull roar that it already is. Then the hands start raising in the crowd.
“Yes, you,” Dr. Isaac says, pointing at someone in the front row. Zurii follows his finger with his eyes and his gaze falls on who he called on.
“Where did you find it?” the person asks. Their eyes are shining with wonder in a way that makes Zurii feel sick to his stomach.
“I summoned him,” Dr. Isaac says coolly, and Zurii rolls his eyes. “I spent years searching for a viable summoning ritual. Just a few months ago, I found one: An ancient Enochian summoning. It takes a lot of preparation and it’s very easy to get wrong. As far as I can tell, I have the only one. Now, next.”
The hands fly up again, and Dr. Isaac picks “the one with the pink hair” next.
“Does he speak English? And, um, what’s on his face?” come the meek questions, like he’s not so sure they’re good ones.
Dr. Isaac smiles. “He does. Very well in fact. Well enough to curse me out when I pluck his feathers.” He grins wider when he looks back and sees Zurii growling at him. “As far as his face, he’s wearing a muzzle. You can’t tell, but besides their typical wings, angels have razor-sharp teeth. Being bitten isn’t ideal.
“As for his mask, well…” Dr. Isaac looks at Zurii with the microphone in hand and smiles darkly. “How come I’ve never seen what’s underneath that mask of yours?” he asks quietly. Into the mic, the reverb makes it sound almost sinister. Curious.
Dangerous.
Zurii glares at him with hard eyes, hoping they don’t betray the dread he feels in his gut when Dr. Isaac asks that. “Don’t touch me,” he snarls, and he well and truly wants to bite Dr. Isaac when he says, “Into the mic, Zurii. I’m sure this crowd would love to hear you talk.”
Zurii knows Dr. Isaac knows what he means. Don’t touch it. His mask. He couldn’t stop Dr. Isaac if he tried, not with his arms and wings bound the way they are.
Dr. Isaac grins and looks Zurii up and down. “There’s not much you can do to stop me, is there?” And he’s right. Those damn spells have him trembling with the strength it takes to keep himself upright, never mind how difficult it’d be to wrench his hands from his bindings and fight Dr. Isaac off.
That doesn’t stop him from struggling when Dr. Isaac reaches for it. The crowd by now has gone deathly quiet. The fight onstage is short but violent, with Zurii wrenching viciously against Dr. Isaac’s grip and the cuffs around his ankles and wrists. It’s useless, and the moment Zurii feels that renewed rush of cool auditorium air against his skin, he looks straight down his naked body, determinedly staring at the ground.
His heart is pounding. This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening. Forget Dr. Isaac seeing him without his mask on. This entire auditorium crowd seeing him, dozens, hundreds of people, is his worst nightmare.
Dr. Isaac’s hand snakes its way into Zurii’s hair anyway and he cries out, shaking his head. “Please,” is all he says.
Dr. Isaac pulls his head up.
Zurii blinks tearily at the crowd, all four eyes trying to fully grasp the horror of this revelation. He’s now well and truly been stripped bare, and yet his humiliation is doubled by the fact that the wrong half of his face is covered now by this terrible muzzle.
Dr. Isaac looks him in the eyes. All of them. “Well, hello there.”
Zurii tries hard to keep his composure despite everything. He tries to pretend the tears in his eyes are from all the hair pulling.
Dr. Isaac lets him go, and Zurii’s head goes right back to hanging down.
“Next question. Yes, you”
“How do we know ‘Zurii’ is really an angel?” a voice sneers. “For all we know, this is a costume.”
Zurii almost laughs. Leave it to humans to be so cynical in the face of facts.
Dr. Isaac pauses, then he chuckles himself. “Well, I don’t know many makeup artists that could convincingly do this—” Zurii’s head is wrenched up again and he feels sick to his stomach all over again. “That being said, I respect your disbelief.”
He reveals a dagger. Just by looking at it, Zurii can tell an Enochian spell has been cast onto it. There’s the edge of a carving snaking around the hilt Dr. Isaac is holding it by. Not that it’s necessary. Zurii’s so weakened by Dr. Isaac’s spells and rituals that he thinks a regular knife would do the trick just fine.
Without warning, Dr. Isaac stabs Zurii in the gut.
There are shrieks throughout the auditorium, one coming from Zurii’s own mouth. His eyes fall on the dagger, still clutched in Dr. Isaac’s hand but now dripping blood.
Dr. Isaac turns back to the crowd. “A normal human would bleed out in minutes, right? Less than that if their stomach was pierced, and I can guarantee it was.”
“What the hell was that?!” The person who asked sounds panicked. “Help him! Call someone!”
They must start to grab their own phone because Dr. Isaac snaps, “Don’t. You wanted proof, this is proof.”
For what feels like an eternity, Zurii is just bleeding. It pours warm and slick down his abdomen, trickles down his legs. He starts slouching in his bindings, unable to help the uncomfortable pull of his shoulders and his wings with how determined his legs seem to collapse beneath him. Zurii’s eyes start to droop and for one horrifying second he thinks this might be it for him.
There’s a rush, this kind of soothing realization of calm and just like he always has before, his wound begins to heal. It feels like nothing really. Not pain for pleasure, just numbness. Zurii hates himself for it, but he mentally applauds Dr. Isaac for his knowledge of Enochian spells. He didn’t choose any that’d hinder his healing abilities or end with him killed.
The wound goes but the blood stays. Dr. Isaac carelessly drags an open palm over Zurii’s abdomen and reveals his seemingly untouched body to the onlookers as Zurii straightens himself again, waiting for the impending headache that strikes him like lightning every time.
The room is quiet. Zurii can’t help but look just as it takes a hold of him. The audience stares back at him.
Then the hands fly up again. There’s dozens of questions, hundreds, each more invasive than the last. At one point, Dr. Isaac recites another Enochian ritual, one that Zurii hasn’t heard but that he must’ve spewed out during his interrogation-induced confession. He goes still as a statue and he stays that way, physically unable to move as Dr. Isaac removes the leather cuffs from around his limbs and turns him over, displaying his wings and the Enochian tattoo on his back and then, likely just for fun, Dr. Isaac shows the totality of the spell by letting him fall straight onto his face onstage.
About half of them laugh. Zurii feels embarrassment and horror.
Hours pass, and by then Zurii is exhausted and he’s back in his bindings, pliable and accepting of the muzzle, wishing only to have his mask back. But Dr. Isaac keeps it, holding it in his hand as he returns to the front of the stage.
“That’s all for questions tonight—”
There’s a collective groan in the audience.
“Now now,” he says, grinning. “I intend to continue my research on this fine specimen over the coming months, and I’d like to direct your attention to the back of your fliers. Yes, the ones that led you here in the first place, that’s right. Tomorrow, we’ll be doing this again.”
Zurii glances up, feeling genuinely exhausted at the thought of doing this again.
“It’ll be this same question and answer style, so if you’ve got some unanswered questions, feel free to bring them with you.” Dr. Isaac smiles wider and spares a glimpse at Zurii. “Except tomorrow, I’ll be here with a bonafide demon.”
Zurii feels his stomach drop.
A part of him is almost disturbingly grateful that it won’t be him on this platform again tomorrow—but the thought of exposing angel and demon kind to humans in the same week? And that demon being Ravana of all demons? It sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.
“My name is Dr. Isaac Hughs,” Dr. Isaac concludes, “and I hope to see you all tomorrow.”
There’s raucous applause throughout the auditorium, and Zurii is left on his platform for them to admire for just a little while longer before he’s rolled behind stage and Dr. Isaac recites that paralysis spell again. That’s going to be hell to deal with.
“Ravana’s going to have some fun tomorrow,” Dr. Isaac says, working to undo Zurii’s bindings. “Until then, you and I have a lot to learn together.” He dangles Zurii’s mask in front of him for emphasis.
Under cover from all those eyes now, Zurii would physically injure Dr. Isaac for his mask back—that is, if he could move.
For now, Zurii just watches, waiting for the moment he’s as far from this auditorium as he can get.
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