#i did this on a bled on paper so i wouldn't have to think as hard and it went well i think

[a-dumbo-octopus]

Diamond. I sure hope nothing happens to them or anything :) <-knows the horrors

#also a sneak peak of a little guy below #Coloring Dia's hair was fun though i wish i could have done more shiny detail #i did this on a bled on paper so i wouldn't have to think as hard and it went well i think #highly recommend for anyone art blocking atm #houseki no kuni #hnk fanart #houseki no kuni fanart #diamond hnk #hnk diamond #hnk diamond fanart #land of the lustrous #octo's art #lotl #lotl fanart

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Hiya! I’m curious to know how you think Price would be with his SO after everything that went down with Soap? Do you think it’s would change him and their relationship?

I have another ask about this so I'll probably be writing a drabble at some point, but, on the baseline, I just have a feeling that Price is really someone that buries his emotions until they get to a point he can't ignore.

He'd definitely becomes more distant from his Lover, and I think he would hold off telling them about what had happened as well. He ends up taking a lot of time in his office just to try and sit in silence, smoking and glaring at the far wall. I imagine it gets to a point where the hours start getting lost to him; all of a sudden it's morning and he'd only gotten through two reports and was blankly staring at the paper under his pen, the ink already bled through the thick material.

That accumulates to him taking brief meals and brushing off how his SO asks him if he's alright; he doesn't want to burden them with what happened. John's the stoic type. Even in MW2019, he holds fast to the belief that 'we get dirty, and the world stays clean'. It's the very basis of his character.

Not once does he take any of it out on his Lover - never in his life would he snap at them or tell them to go away when he knows they're just trying to help.

All of the weeks of this come to a fast end when he, on one of the few nights they're able to have him beside them in bed, wakes up from a nightmare.

He'd be shaking and thrashing around, his fingers twitching as if still behind the trigger; tense in a way his SO had never seen him. They'd try to shake him, and when he did wake up, his eyelids would shoot back and he'd flinch away quickly.

They'd have to speak to him calmly, hands outstretched in the darkness but not touching him until he can say in a hoarse voice that it's alright for them to do so. They carefully bring him into a ramshackle hug; his body quivering and covered in sweat. He'd hold his Lover tightly when he felt himself fully wake up, hand to the back of their head and his panting breath next to their ear. Nearly stapling them to him as they feel his heart beating erratically.

This would go on for a long time until he could slowly, softly explain what had happened even as his throat tightened and he got choked up on the words. His Lover would understand the main point of it - John would never tell them the details about what happened to Soap, just that he had passed right in front of him like countless men before that.

I'd imagine John would silently try to hold back his tears until his SO kissed his forehead, whispering into his ear words of comfort, etc. From then they'd run down his cheeks and soak into their sleep clothes, and he'd never mention the fact that he was trying to take deep breaths to stop them.

Overall, it would take a long time for John to get over this - lots of late nights and silent days. Some days would be better, some worse, and even when the relationship was strained, there wouldn't be a moment where John wanted to be away from his Lover or cause them to feel mistreated. He tries, but he knows that he's not in the best headspace.

It would take time, but he's not about to give up on the relationship if they're not either.

#halcyone answers #cod mwiii spoilers #mwiii spoilers #cod john price

[carnivalmafiafoxmask]

I really like the idea of Kubosai because in my head, them in a romantic or queer-platonic relationship would be so utterly normal and boring.

Like, these two will talk about their likes and dislikes and what made them uncomfortable. They would even talk about the more mundane, such as what Adventures they went on with Kaidou or some discount they saw at the store. These two would be so normal with each other, on paper it sounds like they're an old couple who's been married to each other for decades.

And I think that there wouldn't be any turning point, no dramatic confessions of love because that's not who they are as characters. At the point that both Saiki and Kuboyasu feel comfortable after knowing each other for quite some time, there wouldn't be any room for awkwardness. And I don't think there is a certain point in time that the two even have a confession scene. Like one day the two realize, "wait, when did we start dating?" It's never been a question about their love, because Aren can read miniscule body language better than most and Saiki is always hearing Aren's thoughts. In the end, they didn't really have a beginning of a relationship it just kind of bled from their friendship and doesn't really matter.

The two love each other, and that is all.

#kubosai #aren kuboyasu #the disaster of psi kusuo saiki #saiki kusou no psi nan #saiki k #kusuo saiki #saiki k headcanons #kubosai Headcanon

[inkybloom-luv]

Words Unsaid 4, housing arrangements suck

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Hello hello everyone who's been reading this series!! Part 4 is here! I hope you enjoy the series as much as I do!

Characters may be a bit ooc in this but this also includes some personal headcanons about Kalim and some stuff that'll be resolved in the next chapters

Some more spoilers from ch.4 so be aware

Again, can be read as x reader but I have been mentioning my prefect's name more in this chapter so be aware of that.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Tw: injuries, absolutely abysmal and disgusting living situation, Crowley being a bad headmage

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Have I ever told you your hair looked pretty the way you wear it? The way you tie that beaten up black bandana around your dark hair that only barely differs in colour enough to differentiate? The blue in it makes it easier perhaps, but it's a recent change, from what I'd seen. Has the headmage decided to pay for a visit to the local hairdresser? I can't help but think you look nice, though your messy hair from before had its charm.

I digress. Your hair is not why I'm writing this, though I could go on about yours. I wanted to apologize to you. I want you to know that I regret nothing more than treating you the way I did. I took advantage of the way it seemed you could look only me in the eyes when speaking to someone. I betrayed Kalim. But that didn't hurt me as much as it did to betray you.

I found one of them, your letters. I wonder how many more there are. I wonder if any of them describe how much I'd hurt you. When I read it my heart ached and cracked and broke. It bled. I wish I'd known sooner. I wish I'd known about the incident with Azul. I wish I hadn't turned your dream, your desert mirage into a walking nightmare.

No, that wouldn't do. It didn't feel right. It felt.. Jamil didn't know what it felt like. He crumpled this paper too, throwing it way towards a trash can. He'd set up in his room, ducking away from prying eyes. But no matter how many papers he wrote, nothing felt right, felt good. It just wouldn't compare to the words she'd written about him. For once in his life he was at a loss. He had no plan, he didn't know what to do.

To make matters worse a knock sounded. Kalim. He was asking for tea once Jamil was free, but really, Jamil needed a break. He sighed a frustrated sigh and opened the door. He told Kalim he'd make him the tea, not noticing he'd kicked a ball of paper into the hallway. The most recent letter he'd thrown away. Kalim noticed it only after Jamil had left it. Picked it up and read it too. Kalim was a lot of things, though he acted carefree, dense and yes, kind of stupid, he was observant. He knew people. He knew Jamil. And he knew who this letter was addressed to. Even if it has been weeks since then, almost a month even. Sure, Jamil had thrown this letter out, but it was something Jamil had been doing for those weeks. Shutting himself in his room for at least an hour and especially at night the light from there would keep burning. And Kalim had had enough. He decided to help.

And that he did. He took the letter and headed straight for Ramshackle. It was pouring rain on campus. Ramshackle wasn't much better, seeing as it was an old building. Heck, he'd met the prefect a while back and they looked exhausted and slightly injured.

Kalim knew the dorm needed renovations but.. when he got there it was worse than he expected. Sure some areas were fixed up but the stairs had holes and the roof leaked, judging by the bowls and buckets all over the floor. The old couch was a bit uncomfortable but it was better than the creaky floor. It was cold too, so much so that the prefect wore a jacket. But with a broken window, courtesy of some Savanaclaw students who had been ostracized and punished well enough by Leona according to the prefect, everyone would be cold. The prefect wrapped a blanket around kalim, seemingly the only nice one. The one from their room which they'd struggled to move down the stairs that were obviously breaking more and more under anyone's step, no matter how light.

The prefect, or, as he knew her better, Inky, had gotten injured fighting Jamil. A bandage around their arm indicated that. Their shirt had a sleeve lifted to accommodate. One of the snakes in Jamil's hair had bitten her there, ripping out a bit of skin. But that was the only injury she'd really gotten. The other bandages and bandaids were from the poor condition of their living quarters. She twisted her ankle going up stairs as one of the boards gave way, the floorboards made her trip and bruise, the large shards of the broken window had cut her hands. And still Crowley was running this girl dry. He'd talk to Crowley afterwards. He finished drying his hair off with one of the few nice towels the prefect did have. he'd gotten it before the blanket.

No more time should be wasted. He spoke. "Jamil is upset. Stressed. He shuts himself in his room for an hour at least almost every day. His light burns into the night. I wanted to know what he's doing. I found this in the hallway and it's.. addressed to you as far as I know. I don't think he wanted you to see this. But if he keeps this up he'll never say what he wants." Kalim was worried. More than. The prefect skimmed the letter. She sighed, her lips pressing together. She should tell Kalim.. and she did. Because her letters couldn't stay hidden anymore. Jamil mentioned them in his writing.

"I write letters to Jamil about my encounters or thoughts of him. I didn't think he knew. But I must've dropped the one I was writing at the time in Scarabia.", she explained, her gaze pointed at the letter in her hands, tears welling up in her eyes now as she continued, her voice breaking as she spoke as steady as she could,

"I miss him. I thought he hated me. I'm.. I'm not good at reading people. I can't look people in the eyes but it was so easy with him. I'm scared to try again. But- But I want to. I've just been.. far too busy. The storm that's been plaguing the island has been causing trouble. The other students have been causing trouble. Everything is loud all the time and I can't take it..! I want to see Jamil. But I can't. I have too much to do. This dorm is falling apart. Someone needs to fix it and Crowley sure as hell isn't doing it. I can't leave here right now."

Kalim nodded his white haired head. He sighed. This was harder than he thought. So Jamil wants to apologize but cannot bring himself to do it in person in fear of Inky being.. scared of him. And Inky.. is way too busy to do much of anything and the storm outside is destroying the old dorm she lives in. No wonder she's hardly been seen, she's constantly repairing her home here. And she could barely keep up much of anything. Everything costs way too much for the little amount of money she gets.

That was an hour ago. Kalim was sitting in the common room, drying off and being oddly quiet. He was thinking. He should.. oh.. he doesn't know what he should do. He should tell Jamil though. Tell Jamil the prefect wants to see him again, but is struggling to make time for anything. When he passed Kalim, the latter called out to him.

"Jamil..! I visited Inky..! Apparently she's really busy.. and she looked hurt all over! I'm worried about her..!" He said in a slightly overdramatic tone. Jamil's face held a look of concern, genuine worry even for only a split second.

"What's happened to the prefect? Why were you visiting her in this storm anyway?", the long haired desert dweller asked.

"Well..! We haven't heard from her at all and I got worried..! You won't believe the condition she's living in, it's terrible Jamil..! She's freezing because of broken windows and the creaky floor is made of tripping hazards..! She almost fell so many times..! And the stairs too, they're so old they have holes and they almost break when anything with any weight lands on it..! The roof is leaking too! It's terrible Jamil!" Kalim had to take a short breather after that. There was no way he could keep talking out of breath. Even all that was enough to send dread to the pit of Jamil's stomach. Was it really that terrible in ramshackle?

"Their roof is leaking too! They can barely keep up with replacing the buckets and bowls and her ankle twisted funny the other day..! She looked so tired.. I want to cheer her up.. but I don't know what to do..! Even I can tell how unsafe it is in there..!"

Now that had Jamil actually shocked. The prefect had been living in that the whole time? How could anyone even- he couldn't believe it. His mouth spoke before his head could react. "Put her up in Scarabia. Get her to stay here-"

And that was what Kalim was hoping for. He may not be good in school or anything like that and rely on Jamil a lot. But. He could think for himself. He could make his own plan. And he did. And it worked.

"You know what Jamil? That's a great idea! I should have my parents donate some money to renovate Ramshackle.. can you tell the principal to tell the prefect?"

Who would've thought Kalim would manipulate someone, and so well too. Not that it was big. But it went very well. Jamil didn't protest. He left. He went to go see the headmage to tell him what happened. What would happen. And while he did that Kalim called his parents. He told them the same thing. Told them about the living condition of the prefect. Ramshackle would most definitely get renovated, even if it would take quite some time. Funds were no issue after all.

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#jamil x reader #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #jamil fluff #jamil x mc #jamil viper fluff #jamil viper x mc #jamil x oc #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst fluff #twst angst #twisted wonderland angst #kalim al asim #inky's works #moots!! <3 #→yuu sona things #twisted wonderland fluff #I'm actually really unsure what genre this is #I'm just hoping people enjoy this ngl

[prettymorgueboy]

assassin levi x reader where levi's target is reader but falls in love with them <333

Work is as busy as ever and grinding IDV with you made me take forever for this, but here y’a go! I cant wait for thé new obey me game jfc… especially for our boy Levi.

Also a tad short but I might make a second part to this sobs I love our pathetic demon man

Art by the wonderful @etherealsprout please go like his post <3

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Leviathan x Gn Reader

A victim to beauty.

Snow hid many things, the silence of your foot steps, It soaked into your lungs like a victim to a deep frozen over lake. Parts of it stuck with you, the wind biting against your cheeks or the harsh slap to your hands when gloves don't sit right. Leviathan was used to all of it, The shot, the splatter, and then the silence that came with the fall of snowflakes. Something about it all was melancholy, a routine of sorts, something he had gotten so accustomed to that it was as natural as waking up. 

Was it some excuse for a schedule? For some sort of normality on this hellscape? He pondered to himself as he recounted his ammunition, once then twice, after the third time he realized he was fidgeting with the gun's trigger. It was a job he was the perfect fit for, but was it ever truly easy, surely someone like Lucifer or Belphegor could handle it, without any guilt too. He could hide it, swallow down the bile when the paper was handed to him, but all he could think of was the weight that came with the responsibility of taking the target's soul. 

To others he was seen as merciless, to himself, a coward. He never said no, never turned down the request, especially not one from the prince himself, Lucifer wouldn't allow it. Their gazes were colder than the snow melting into his knees, leaving a layer of frost smeared over the fabric of his pants. Everytime he questioned himself, If he’d finish the job or walk off from it.

He never did walk away though.

A quarter to 10, though the sun never did shine here. It was time for most stores to close down, the citizens walked around the plazas, chatting and gossiping. His eye glanced through the sight scoping out over the cities view, he was five buildings away, one that had been closed down for a few years, truth be told he didn’t have to be secretive, he was someone who could easily escort anyone in the public's gaze and simply walk away without question. 

But he didn't want to be known for this.

His sight peered down, gazing over the crowd mindlessly, hoping to capture the victim he needed as soon as he could; his breath hitched.

Were you looking right at him?

Your eyes wandered straight towards him, kilometers away yet you both held a shared gaze that made him drop the rifle in his hand, shuttering as he backed up. His heart raced horribly; face flushed in blooms that could put spring to shame.  His body curled into itself as hands grabbed his face, purple locks of hair dripping over his face as the sweat on his forehead began to bead. 

You were gorgeous, painfully deer like, your eyes shone perfectly in the lanterns light, the late night crowd swallowing your beauty with it, he fiddled with the rifle, bringing it up to his face, slowly but steadily the gun was aligned, he took a deep breath and peered through the sight. 

You were gone already, just as fast as he saw you, he missed his shot. How would diavolo react, what would lucifer do, he found himself fidgeting with his nails, peeling off cuticles until they bled as he paced furiously in the building. 

How could you have done that, his flustered state slowly sunk down into his stomach and was melting over into embarrassment, realizing he was thinking over your features again.

"Tsk, Next time for sure."

Thank you so much again for the request daffodil you’re the best. And as always, my requests are always open to anyone! ⚰️🖤

#obey me leviathan #obey me shall we date #obey me #x reader #levi x reader #leviathan x you #leviathan x gender neutral reader #leviathan x reader #oneshot

[sexyrecs42]

I was sexually threatened by boys in school. I won't say what age. They talked about whether my vagina would be loose already or whether their dicks would stretch it out, talked about putting pens inside of me and seeing how many would fit. Turning them sideways in my vagina to get them stuck in my cunt and hurt me. If the metal pieces on the pens would tear my flesh and get stuck in me.

I don't remember if they did anything to me but there were things I thought about. Paper inside my organs, someone shoving crumpled pieces of notebook paper into my vagina one at a time, pushing them in with their fingers and packing them in, the sharp edges of the creases rubbing into my tender walls and expanding into my belly. Feeling stuffed inside.

I don't think they pushed me down into the dirt behind the school, in the woods, and held me down while they slid rocks and pebbles into my cunt. I don't think I was filled with stones, heavy inside, pinned down by the weight in my own body while I cried, stretched beyond belief.

I don't think they would have shoved a glass bottle inside me. Not with the rocks in me, not to push them deeper into my every crevice, joking about how the bottle might break and tear me up. They wouldn't have cared if I bled to death. They might have even massaged on my stomach so the glass could move around inside, laughing at my screams.

I don't think they pulled my panties down and stuck a splintery wooden broomstick inside me either. Or stuck Flamin Hot Cheetos in my pussy. I don't think they would have crushed the dry, spicy snacks inside my womb with the broomstick like a mortar and pestle. Or gotten the school janitor to push the mop handle inside there while he cleaned up the mess, jerking the tool back and forth while I wailed.

#tw rape fantasy #rapekink #rapetoy #tw molestation #tw rap3 #tw sex assault

[halothenthehorns]

Chapter 4: THALIA TORCHES NEW ENGLAND

Thalia took the book from Rachel without batting an eye and used all of her immortal grace to grab just a few to many pages as subtly as possible, it would be no major difference to Percy she was sure if he just skipped this one part and arrived at camp without-

Rachel caught her before she could finish flipping the few innocent pieces of paper necessary, gently meeting her eyes and giving her wrist a reassuring squeeze.

How to explain? She couldn't be seen as weak in front of them. She was a Hunter of Artemis, she was Percy's closest friend in here and his guide on how to navigate this insanity. And Jason...

Whether that guy was the ghost of her baby brother back to haunt her or some deranged joke by the gods of a look-alike, he was as lost as Percy. She wanted to be the example for the two of them how to calmly get out of this, and she didn't think she could do that with this chapter.

She wished Annabeth were here, her little sister at least knew what she didn't want to share. Rachel just seemed to know she was afraid of something. Then Thalia glanced at Percy and Nico, both of whom were going through pretty much their most miserable time in this book. Her eyes lingered on Jason, the little two-year-old in her mind crying as his lip bled from that cut as she tried to stop it while their mom had been on the phone telling them to quiet down. The first thing Beryl Grace had said when she'd seen it was it might need cosmetic surgery to hide a scar.

She felt like she'd shared more than enough already, wasn't dying and coming back to a broken world enough? She didn't want to expose this fear too.

Percy leaned forward in his seat as she kept hesitating, he'd watched her try to skip those and wasn't going to say a word. "You want to get out of here Thals?" Eyes flickering to the door in clear invitation, just the two of them could leave. It really wasn't anybody else's concern, and at least if just Percy found out she wouldn't have to endure him mocking and laughing at her like the others would be prone to do. A child of Zeus afraid of heights, who wouldn't laugh?

It was the choice that made her decide to stay though. Like nobody had ever given her before on the course of her life.

If she'd just skipped over every awful thing that had happened to Percy thus far he'd have no clue what was going on in his own life. This wasn't the only time it would come up in hers, and if she started picking and choosing now what unpleasantness she wanted to skip, how would that be fair to Percy and Nico who hadn't once complained of their own pasts being revealed?

"No, I'm, I'm good," she lied. She was glad that Percy had moved away though, she might intentionally zap him when he figured it out. She could still do it across the room sitting next to Jason, but she might hesitate a little more.

She still had to give Rachel's hand a little shake to let go of her wrist, and her friend reluctantly did so with troubled eyes. 'Sorry,' she mouthed, but Thalia knew she was right too. Even being immortal now, keeping this kind of thing buried didn't mean it would never come back. Annabeth might have let her get away with skipping, but she would have protested later about the wisdom in that.

With a ragged breath, Thalia read, "Thalia Torches New England. Wow, it is kind of weird reading your own name."

"Know my pain!" Percy agreed triumphantly.

'You have no idea,' she silently agreed as she forced herself to start over Alex and Jason's spluttering, already laughing protests they wanted her to give a clue she would not be providing.

"When did this happen? Am I secretly dead?" Magnus asked. He'd notice his city on fire, even the Mist couldn't hide that. He was ignored right along with them though.

Artemis assured us that dawn was coming, but you could've fooled me. It was colder and darker and snowier than ever.

"You've never heard the saying the night's darkest just before the dawn?" Nico asked in surprise. Perfect time for shadow traveling.

"Must have missed that one in all the classes I got kicked out of," Percy clearly wasn't impressed regardless.

Up on the hill, Westover Hall's windows were completely lightless. I wondered if the teachers had even noticed the di Angelos and Dr. Thorn were missing yet. I didn't want to be around when they did. With my luck, the only name Mrs. Gottschalk would remember was "Percy Jackson," and then I'd be the subject of a nationwide manhunt... again.

"See, this is why you should have used fake name's Prissy," Alex oh so helpfully reminded.

"They still would have found a way to blame me," Percy said confidently. "The newspaper would have misspelled that into my name!"

"You might even get kicked out of a school before you even enrolled in it for once," Jason chuckled.

The Hunters broke camp as quickly as they'd set it up. I stood shivering in the snow (unlike the Hunters, who didn't seem to feel at all uncomfortable), and Artemis stared into the east like she was expecting something. Bianca sat off to one side, talking with Nico. I could tell from his gloomy face that she was explaining her decision to join the Hunt. I couldn't help thinking how selfish it was of her, abandoning her brother like that.

Nico's throat threatened to close shut and never open again as he heard that. Percy agreeing with him, on top of remembering the piss poor words his sister had used to try and explain how this was going to be great for both of them, some space, like he'd never asked for...

"Thanks Percy," he found himself saying, "I thought so too, but now I'm, I'm glad she did what made her happy." The words sounded more mechanical than if an automaton had pulled them out of him, but somewhere in him, he meant it. He was trying to at least.

"Yeah," Percy said softly, "sucks man." He felt while looking at Nico now he finally had an inkling of why the guy was so weird, just a little off. Had his sister dumped him at camp and not come back yet? There was still something he was definitely missing about the pair of them as he studied his olive complexion and dark eyes he couldn't connect a dot with.

Thalia and Grover came up and huddled around me, anxious to hear what had happened in my audience with the goddess.

When I told them, Grover turned pale. "The last time the Hunters visited camp, it didn't go well."

"Do they torch every place they go?" Magnus asked wearily. "Do you get tricked into joining them early and torch New England in retaliation?"

"Not even close," but Thalia was smiling lightly back, it did sound funny out of context and she wasn't looking forward to when it was corrected.

"How'd they even show up here?" I wondered. "I mean, they just appeared out of nowhere."

"And Bianca joined them," Thalia said, disgusted. "It's all Zoe's fault. That stuck-up, no good—"

"And I thought you hated me," Percy grinned uneasily. "Glad I never did whatever she put in your bonnet."

"That is not the saying," Will corrected.

Percy didn't hear what the saying actually was as he realized Thalia hadn't corrected him, instead studying the wall behind him very intently until she realized Will was done talking so she could keep going.

"Who can blame her?" Grover said. "Eternity with Artemis?" He heaved a big sigh.

Thalia rolled her eyes. "You satyrs. You're all in love with Artemis. Don't you get that she'll never love you back?"

"But she's so... into nature," Grover swooned.

"I really hope you're there when he meets Pan now," Jason chuckled. "If this is his reaction to meeting a goddess associated with nature, he might faint upon the God of the Wild."

Percy laughed along in agreement even as he winced, while Nico sat very far back in his seat with a pit in his stomach. Will did a double take upon seeing that look on his face, but Nico was already going through enough with his sister on display, he really didn't want to push him over what that was about.

In all the retellings of Grover's tale that day, nobody had mentioned Nico was there though.

"You're nuts," said Thalia.

"Nuts and berries," Grover said dreamily. "Yeah."

"Being proud of you who are," Alex nodded saintly.

Finally the sky began to lighten. Artemis muttered, "About time. He's so-o-o lazy during the winter."

"According to her he's lazy year around," Thalia happily pronounced, "the weather makes him different kinds of lazy."

"I think I found my spirit god," Percy shrugged as he rubbed at his eyes. They'd barely been at this for an hour, two tops today, and he was already getting drowsy again.

"You're, um, waiting for sunrise?" I asked.

"For my brother. Yes."

I didn't want to be rude. I mean, I knew the legends about Apollo—or sometimes Helios—driving a big sun chariot across the sky. But I also knew that the sun was really a star about a zillion miles away. I'd gotten used to some of the Greek myths being true, but still... I didn't see how Apollo could drive the sun.

"That's definitely got to be a metaphor or we're all going to die," Magnus said with confidence.

"I thought you were past the whole questioning the reality of all this phase?" Rachel smiled at his naivety.

"Never," he promised.

"It's not exactly as you think," Artemis said, like she was reading my mind.

"Oh, okay." I started to relax. "So, it's not like he'll be pulling up in a—"

There was a sudden burst of light on the horizon. A blast of warmth.

"Don't look," Artemis advised. "Not until he parks."

Parks?

I averted my eyes, and saw that the other kids were doing the same. The light and warmth intensified until my winter coat felt like it was melting off of me. Then suddenly the light died.

I looked. And I couldn't believe it. It was my car.

"Unless Beckendorf built you a Transformer, I don't think so," Will grinned, his smile weary but genuine as he kept mentioning the old head of cabin 9 with great effort not to wince.

"I'm pretty sure Chiron would ban you and the Stoll brothers from camp if you said that anywhere other than here," Thalia promised.

Well, the car I wanted, anyway. A red convertible Maserati Spyder.

"I don't speak car," Jason informed with a mystified expression.

"A red convertible," Nico repeated with a shrug, "looked fancy."

Percy looked devastated at the pair of them and promised, "I have got to introduce you two when we get out of this."

"Does it show everybody the car they'd want?" Magnus asked with an old smile, imagining he'd see his mom's beat-up truck with that dent in the hood.

"It shows the car Apollo wants," Thalia corrected.

It was so awesome it glowed. Then I realized it was glowing because the metal was hot. The snow had melted around the Maserati in a perfect circle, which explained why I was now standing on green grass and my shoes were wet.

"These books are going to melt my brain," Magnus promised. He missed science class. This was not a good substitute.

"Would it help at all if I said don't think about it to hard," Percy offered. "They, coexist?"

"No, but thanks for trying," Magnus answered, tapping his ears to make sure goo wasn't leaking out already.

The driver got out, smiling. He looked about seventeen or eighteen, and for a second, I had the uneasy feeling it was Luke, my old enemy.

"You're not old enough to have an old enemy," Jason rolled his eyes. Apollo, like all of the strange Greek gods, seemed a lot more relaxed than he'd ever believe possible a god should be, but he kept telling himself he was getting used to it.

"He's your only enemy," Alex added, considering he worked directly under the ultimate enemy.

"You're about to make the list," Percy rolled his eyes, not indicating which one of them he meant.

This guy had the same sandy hair and outdoorsy good looks. But it wasn't Luke. This guy was taller, with no scar on his face like Luke's. His smile was brighter and more playful. (Luke didn't do much more than scowl and sneer these days.) The Maserati driver wore jeans and loafers and a sleeveless T-shirt.

"Just what my dad needs, more compliments about him imprinted in these pages," Will chuckled.

"You look like him," Nico said absently, still internally shaking his head at his younger self. The second god had appeared in a matter of hours and he'd still just been smitten with Percy and now more angry and confused than he ever had in his life at his sister. 

"Thank you!" Will beamed as he stretched out like a cat, though he was wearing flip-flops and an orange shirt, otherwise it was an eerie resemblance to that sunlit morning, he even looked like he was glowing for a second.

"Wow," Thalia muttered. "Apollo is hot."

"He's the sun god," I said.

"That's not what I meant."

"You are so clueless Percy," Thalia sighed, even now he was watching her like he thought her answer wasn't up to scratch.

"Little sister!" Apollo called. If his teeth were any whiter he could've blinded us without the sun car. "What's up? You never call. You never write. I was getting worried!"

"Can't they just pop in on each other whenever they want?" Jason chuckled.

"Oh they do," Thalia rolled her eyes, "Apollo is pretty terrible about it, he is this flamboyant about everything."

"I'm just imagining a god going missing now and Oceanus snapping his fingers to fix it," Magnus rolled his eyes.

"I can't even imagine what would trap a god away," Percy muttered with an uneasy wince.

"I can," Alex said with a dark, pleased look on her face Magnus was a little afraid to know the meaning behind.

Thalia quickly kept going, swallowing a lump in her throat as Percy brushed his hand through a few gray strands of hair.

Artemis sighed. "I'm fine, Apollo. And I am not your little sister."

"Hey, I was born first."

"We're twins! How many millennia do we have to argue—"

"Eternity," Will assured.

"So what's up?" he interrupted. "Got the girls with you, I see. You all need some tips on archery?"

Artemis grit her teeth.

A sentiment shared by her lieutenant, making the next sentence come out muffled and funny.

"I need a favor. I have some hunting to do, alone. I need you to take my companions to Camp Half-Blood."

"Sure, sis!" Then he raised his hands in a stop everything gesture. "I feel a haiku coming on."

The Hunters all groaned. Apparently they'd met Apollo before.

"Frequently," Thalia's smile was nostalgic, and a little sad. It wasn't so unusual to go weeks without seeing Artemis, but even before she'd been trapped down here and heard of Olympus closing it was going on longer than usual. Was it naïve of her to wish Poseidon had a book in that massive pile explaining all of this? She certainly had to wish for something good to come out of this torture she was about to endure herself through.

He cleared his throat and held up one hand dramatically.

"Green grass breaks through snow.

Artemis pleads for my help.

I am so cool."

He grinned at us, waiting for applause.

"Nobody applauded by the way," Nico offered.

"That wasn't five syllables," Alex looked devastated. "A god can't keep count? Isn't he the god of music too?"

Will rubbed the back of his head and chose not to answer that.

"That last line was only four syllables," Artemis said.

Apollo frowned. "Was it?"

"Yes. What about I am so big-headed?"

"No, no, that's six syllables. Hmm." He started muttering to himself.

"I kind of like him," Magnus chuckled, apparently having decided his brain wasn't melting since the sun god didn't blow up the continent from his sister's light ribbing.

Zoe Nightshade turned to us. "Lord Apollo has been going through this haiku phase ever since he visited Japan. 'Tis not as bad as the time he visited Limerick. If I'd had to hear one more poem that started with, There once was a goddess from Sparta—"

"That was the most pleasant sentence she'd yet said to us," Percy grinned.

"The enemy of the limerick is my friend," Thalia nodded along.

"I've got it!" Apollo announced. "I am so awesome. That's five syllables!" He bowed, looking very pleased with himself.

"Someone has to around there," Rachel smirked.

"I want all of this on record," Percy reminded, "when you were all freaking out about how I spoke to Ares."

"Apollo isn't Ares," Thalia scoffed, "he's chill to play along with, most of the time."

"If you're a girl, or one of his kids," Rachel reminded with a proud gesture at herself which only a few got; or his mortal oracle.

"I'm still hoping Percy doesn't press his luck by calling him something worse than big-headed," Jason muttered. He didn't think he'd ever get used to the casual way these Greek kids interacted with the gods.

"And now, sis. Transportation for the Hunters, you say? Good timing. I was just about ready to roll."

"These demigods will also need a ride," Artemis said, pointing to us. "Some of Chiron's campers."

"No problem!" Apollo checked us out. "Let's see... Thalia, right? I've heard all about you."

Thalia blushed. "Hi, Lord Apollo."

Thalia gritted her teeth and talked herself out of getting seven arrows ready as someone muffled a snort. She didn't look up to see who.

"Zeus's girl, yes? Makes you my half sister. Used to be a tree, didn't you? Glad you're back. I hate it when pretty girls turn into trees. Man, I remember one time—"

"Brother," Artemis said. "You should get going."

"Wise words," Will said, but his smile was more sympathetic. "He gets all weepy every time about Daphne."

Percy gave him a blank look and assumed Will was talking about one of his siblings.

"Oh, right." Then he looked at me, and his eyes narrowed. "Percy Jackson?"

"Yeah. I mean... yes, sir."

It seemed weird calling a teenager "sir," but I'd learned to be careful with immortals. They tended to get offended easily. Then they blew stuff up.

"See, that threat keeps being mentioned, but has yet to happen," Alex waved a hand around in disappointment.

"Are you hoping for a whole building, or a state?" Magnus asked indulgently.

"I'll settle for one person who annoys me," she shrugged.

Apollo studied me, but he didn't say anything, which I found a little creepy.

"Well!" he said at last. "We'd better load up, huh? Ride only goes one way—west. And if you miss it, you miss it."

"That was ominous," Alex said cheerfully.

"Your dad's the god of prophecy too, right?" Percy asked uneasily. "He's not as weird about that as he is with the poetry is he?"

Will helpfully didn't answer again by tugging on his ear and not looking at him. His dad had likely fixated on not just Percy in that moment, but maybe even scattered to the cosmos and back as he realized he was standing amongst the four children of the big three, more than had existed in decades, if not longer considering even before the pact they didn't congregate in the same place much. Perhaps Apollo had been trying to sense which of them was the child of the prophecy, or he'd had some internal sense about the Di Angelo kids or even Thalia's coming immortality in joining him as his half sister.

Or his dad could have been arguing with executives in Tennessee and gotten distracted for a moment. It really was no telling with him.

I looked at the Maserati, which would seat two people max. There were about twenty of us.

"Cool car," Nico said.

"Thanks, kid," Apollo said.

"But how will we all fit?"

"I was imagining him tying us to the bumper and was way to excited," Nico admitted, deciding if Percy wanted revenge for him laughing at that guinea pig moment he should get it over with now.

"I thought he'd tie us all to the hood instead like trophies," Percy instead agreed.

"Oh." Apollo seemed to notice the problem for the first time. "Well, yeah. I hate to change out of sports-car mode, but I suppose..."

He took out his car keys and beeped the security alarm button. Chirp, chirp.

For a moment, the car glowed brightly again. When the glare died, the Maserati had been replaced by one of those Turtle Top shuttle buses like we used for school basketball games.

"Does it shoot manhole covers out of the front?" Alex grinned. "Does it have giant nunchuck arms?"

"What on earth are you talking about?" Percy was pleased to see everybody looked as confused as him about something for once.

"And I thought I had a bad childhood," she huffed without further explanation.

"Right," he said. "Everybody in."

Zoe ordered the Hunters to start loading. She picked up her camping pack, and Apollo said, "Here, sweetheart. Let me get that."

Zoe recoiled. Her eyes flashed murderously.

"Brother," Artemis chided. "You do not help my Hunters. You do not look at, talk to, or flirt with my Hunters. And you do not call them sweetheart."

"She has that speech down pat," Thalia got her last ditch moment to smile at something as she informed them.

Apollo spread his hands. "Sorry. I forgot.

"Be glad he's not the god of memory," Magnus muttered.

Hey, sis, where are you off to, anyway?"

"Hunting," Artemis said. "It's none of your business."

"I'll find out. I see all. Know all."

Artemis snorted. "Just drop them off, Apollo. And no messing around!"

"No, no! I never mess around."

Eight collective snorts circled the room this time, and Thalia's tense grip on the book finally eased just a bit.

Artemis rolled her eyes, then looked at us. "I will see you by winter solstice. Zoe, you are in charge of the Hunters. Do well. Do as I would do."

"Can she turn people into jackalopes?" Percy asked in concern.

"If so, it's not a power I've discovered yet," Thalia said tragically, but she at least got one last genuine laugh too.

Zoe straightened. "Yes, my lady."

Artemis knelt and touched the ground as if looking for tracks. When she rose, she looked troubled. "So much danger. The beast must be found."

She sprinted toward the woods and melted into the snow and shadows.

Apollo turned and grinned, jangling the car keys on his finger. "So," he said. "Who wants to drive?"

Alex's hand shot up like it was on fire, but the look on her face made all of them want to run screaming how soon she'd crash on purpose.

"Well that's already spoiled," Magnus reminded with that same way he always talked to her, like he'd be sitting in the passenger seat through the whole ride. "I'm sure you're not that bad of a driver Thalia, Apollo probably fixed New England," he finished cheerfully to her.

She didn't answer, eyes trained on the pages, the spine to close to her face. It was starting to worry them, they'd yet seen Thalia so unsettled.

The Hunters piled into the van. They all crammed into the back so they'd be as far away as possible from Apollo and the rest of us highly infectious males,

"That toxic masculinity crap is very contagious," Will said breezily.

"Makes you wonder what they were calling Thalia in their head," Jason said defensively.

"Nothing I cared about correcting," she shrugged. Some of the hunters were still old fashioned and thought her casual approach to boys insubordinate to the cause, but were still respectful of her position. It was a fine line she walked. Speaking of her sisters had kept the strain out of her voice for a moment, but Will grew concerned when it jumped right back.

Bianca sat with them, leaving her little brother to hang in the front with us, which seemed cold to me, but Nico didn't seem to mind.

"Seemed to," he repeated, but managed to keep his own ire off the grid much better. He'd sat apart from his sister in busses before, she was usually good at making friends while he kept himself entertained. It never seemed to last, she'd always drift back over to sit with him and make sure he wasn't getting car sick or ask if he needed the bathroom. She hadn't this time. He had kept telling himself maybe Bianca was right and this might be a good change, let him grow up just a little without his sister constantly nagging at him in front of Percy.

"This is so cool!" Nico said, jumping up and down in the driver's seat.

"Your feet couldn't even reach the pedals," Percy told him fondly.

"Apollo could have readjusted it if he wanted," Nico insisted, "he's just as prejudiced as his twin. He wanted to impress his half-sister!"

"Maybe I can talk him into letting me drive it, I'll sneak you in and he'll have no choice," Will offered.

"I'm game!" Percy fist-pumped the air as hard as Alex had, apparently not picking up on the fact Will had been looking at Nico when he answered.

Nico's dark eyes were dancing with just a hint of excitement too as he whispered, "road trip, right. Because we haven't been forced to spend enough time together."

"It's strange, I've yet seen a hint of a hellhound being sicked onto me for this dragging out," Will grinned.

"She's on her way," Nico vowed, knowing it wouldn't take much coaxing to at least sick Mrs. O'Leary on him when they got back. He was pretty sure Will wouldn't drown in her doggy drool.

"Is this really the sun? I thought Helios and Selene were the sun and moon gods. How come sometimes it's them and sometimes it's you and Artemis?"

"Downsizing," Apollo said. "The Romans started it.

Zzzzaaapp!

"Ouch!" Percy yelped, jumping away from Jason and rubbing his arm. "Dude! Nobody can complain I'm related to an electrical eel if you're going to shock me like that."

Nico's hair was standing on end too from sitting on his other side, but he quickly brushed it back down with an intrigued look at him, and then his forearm.

Rachel was studying him too with those eerie, too intelligent eyes that normally saw more than just the scar on his lip in the gloom.

"I what?" He hadn't taken his eyes off the book.

Percy sat back down beside him and made a few more jokes about the sea life starting to convert Jason, but Thalia was still jittery like she was sitting on an angler fish ready to snap and reading on distractedly before silence had fallen despite the fact she'd have liked the reprieve for a while longer.

They couldn't afford all those temple sacrifices, so they laid off Helios and Selene and folded their duties into our job descriptions. My sis got the moon. I got the sun. It was pretty annoying at first, but at least I got this cool car."

Jason's single minded focus on the book felt as unfulfilled as as popped balloon. Roman. The word battered around his brain disconnecting any smidge of rightness he'd thought he'd gotten used to. 

For just a split second as the strange girl with black hair took a breath, he felt trapped between the Son of Neptune and Pluto. In a room full of enemies he'd have to escape.

Then Thalia kept reading, and Percy was still watching her with a clear feeling of nerves. He'd seemed ten times more on edge all day, with Annabeth now out of the foreseeable picture and his best friend in here as constantly on edge as him. It wasn't a problem he actually felt like he could help to fix, but it soothed away the building pressure in his skull he couldn't unravel.

"But how does it work?" Nico asked. "I thought the sun was a big fiery ball of gas!"

Apollo chuckled and ruffled Nico's hair. "That rumor probably got started because Artemis used to call me a big fiery ball of gas. Seriously, kid, it depends on whether you're talking astronomy or philosophy. You want to talk astronomy? Bah, what fun is that? You want to talk about how humans think about the sun? Ah, now that's more interesting. They've got a lot riding on the sun... er, so to speak.

"Pun, pun, pun," Will chuckled.

"I hate to ask, but your dad invented the dad joke, didn't he?" Nico sighed.

"He'll certainly claim he did," Will nodded.

 It keeps them warm, grows their crops, powers engines, makes everything look, well, sunnier. This chariot is built out of human dreams about the sun, kid. It's as old as Western Civilization. Every day, it drives across the sky from east to west, lighting up all those puny little mortal lives. The chariot is a manifestation of the sun's power, the way mortals perceive it. Make sense?"

Nico shook his head. "No."

Rachel was smiling genially at the end and promised, "oh I'd love to go over this with you later then. My school actually has an interesting art program, and I did a construct take on Western Civilization over the eras and used cars to symbolize it."

Nico looked at her without response. He'd never had a direct conversation with her before, she was around camp more frequently than him but always hung around Percy or Chiron. "Um, that's not necessary, I'm good now."

He half expected her to be like Will and stubbornly insist he'd enjoy it, but she merely looked disappointed and let it go and he was surprised to feel guilty about that too.

"Well then, just think of it as a really powerful, really dangerous solar car."

"Can I drive?"

"No. Too young."

"Oo! Oo!" Grover raised his hand.

"Mm, no," Apollo said. "Too furry." He looked past me and focused on Thalia.

Alex at least got a good laugh out of Percy and Nico's exact same disappointed look, and could all to easily imagine Grover would be even more offended.

"Daughter of Zeus!" he said. "Lord of the sky. Perfect."

"Oh, no." Thalia shook her head. "No, thanks."

"C'mon," Apollo said. "How old are you?"

Thalia hesitated. "I don't know."

"And the number gets murkier every year," she murmured to herself. Being immortal now meant she wasn't to concerned with keeping track of it either.

It was sad, but true. She'd been turned into a tree when she was twelve, but that had been seven years ago. So she should be nineteen, if you went by years. But she still felt like she was twelve, and if you looked at her, she seemed somewhere in between. The best Chiron could figure, she had kept aging while in tree form, but much more slowly.

Magnus let out an uneasy whistle. "That can't be fun."

"It's," she didn't finish, she didn't have to. She was sitting tense in her seat, she wanted to bury this book. She just had to be reminded of all that right before the worst Drivers Ed test in the universe! 

Apollo tapped his finger to his lips. "You're fifteen, almost sixteen."

"How do you know that?"

"Hey, I'm the god of prophecy. I know stuff. You'll turn sixteen in about a week."

"That's my birthday! December twenty-second."

"Which means you're old enough now to drive with a learner's permit!"

Thalia shifted her feet nervously. "Uh—"

"I know what you're going to say," Apollo said. "You don't deserve an honor like driving the sun chariot."

"That's not what I was going to say."

There were several things she'd like to say, most of them in Greek she was hissing now. Will shifted uneasily in his seat and wanted to go check on her, but Nico caught his arm and shook his head. He didn't know what was wrong, but he worried it was closer to Percy's headaches than something Will could diagnose.

"Don't sweat it! Maine to Long Island is a really short trip, and don't worry about what happened to the last kid I trained. You're Zeus's daughter. He's not going to blast you out of the sky."

"Um, should I be concerned!" Percy raised his hand with a lot of concern.

"This is a godly sanctioned trip?" But Rachel didn't sound all that convinced, and she was starting to feel terrible about encouraging Thalia to go through with this. She could feel a storm brewing in the air, and she was sitting next to the eye of it.

Apollo laughed good-naturedly. The rest of us didn't join him.

Thalia tried to protest, but Apollo was absolutely not going to take "no" for an answer.

"I'm going to blow a whistle in this guy's ear and see if he can hear anything again," Alex scowled.

"Err, maybe save that for plan B," Magnus muttered.

He hit a button on the dashboard, and a sign popped up along the top of the windshield. I had to read it backward (which, for a dyslexic, really isn't that different than reading forward). I was pretty sure it said WARNING: STUDENT DRIVER.

"Take it away!" Apollo told Thalia. "You're gonna be a natural!"

'A natural disaster,' Nico kept to himself as he rubbed at his abused rib cage.

I'll admit I was jealous.

"That's twice I've admitted that to you," Percy tried to coax a fun rise out of her like usual, "I'm getting worried, where's the boasting Thals?"

She didn't answer, her bow and arrows were flickering in and out of existence on her back like a hologram swirled in with the plankton floating off the floor now, migrating towards her.

I couldn't wait to start driving. A couple of times that fall, my mom had taken me out to Montauk when the beach road was empty, and she'd let me try out her Mazda. I mean, yeah, that was a Japanese compact, and this was the sun chariot, but how different could it be?

"Speed equals heat," Apollo advised. "So start slowly, and make sure you've got good altitude before you really open her up."

Thalia's voice cracked with stress, and an arc of lightning flickered over her fingers on the purple spine. She cleared her throat valiantly, and they'd all swear they felt thunder rumble on the ocean floor.

"Er, so, what do you think he named her?" Percy tried again. "Sunny?"

"I've never asked," Will admitted, his own hint of jealousy much more well covered than Percy's had been. He'd never actually been in his dads car and it had been a false promise to Nico anyways.

Thalia gripped the wheel so tight her knuckles turned white. She looked like she was going to be sick.

They needed that description since no one could see her face, and had guessed it without the proof.

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

"Nothing," she said shakily. "N-nothing is wrong."

"Thalia, you sure you don't want to step out of here?" Percy stood up wearily in concern.

"Nothing's wrong!" She repeated in the same convincing tone as she continued reading in. Percy forced himself to sit back down, feeling useless how to help her but ready to drown someone on the spot if anybody else bugged her.

She pulled back on the wheel. It tilted, and the bus lurched upward so fast I fell back and crashed against something soft.

"Ow" Grover said.

"Sorry."

"Slower!" Apollo said.

"Sorry!" Thalia said. "I've got it under control!"

I managed to get to my feet. Looking out the window, I saw a smoking ring of trees from the clearing where we'd taken off.

"Thalia," I said, "lighten up on the accelerator."

"I've got it, Percy," she said, gritting her teeth. But she kept it floored.

"Loosen up," I told her.

"I'm loose!" Thalia said. She was so stiff she looked like she was made out of plywood.

"That tree got its roots in you?" Magnus asked uneasily, his mind still on that fleece. Did she get sick when she left the ground?

She was still ignoring everybody, they could see tendons in her neck. It looked painful reading, and Rachel would swear she saw a bead of blood on the page like she'd bit her tongue before she'd violently flipped pages.

"We need to veer south for Long Island," Apollo said. "Hang a left."

Thalia jerked the wheel and again threw me into Grover, who yelped.

"The other left," Apollo suggested.

I made the mistake of looking out the window again. We were at airplane height now— so high the sky was starting to look black.

"That's one way to stop global warming," Alex said under her breath, but more because she felt like it would insult Thalia if they pretended everything wasn't okay. Even if she wasn't listening, the background words had to help a bit.

"Ah..." Apollo said, and I got the feeling he was forcing himself to sound calm. "A little lower, sweetheart. Cape Cod is freezing over."

Thalia tilted the wheel. Her face was chalk white, her forehead beaded with sweat.

Something was definitely wrong. I'd never seen her like this.

Nobody had before, except Luke. She could still vividly recall standing on that roof, the way the world had spun sickeningly- but it was Apollo trying to talk her through this stupid bus! She was fine, she was in control!

The bus pitched down and somebody screamed. Maybe it was me.

"I think Zoe was guilty actually," Nico muttered as he rubbed his ear, but it could have been Thalia, or himself. Maybe Grover could shriek that loud if his fur was in a twist too.

Now we were heading straight toward the Atlantic Ocean at a thousand miles an hour, the New England coastline off to our right. And it was getting hot in the bus.

Apollo had been thrown somewhere in the back of the bus, but he started climbing up the rows of seats.

"Take the wheel!" Grover begged him.

"No worries," Apollo said. He looked plenty worried. "She just has to learn to— WHOA!"

I saw what he was seeing. Down below us was a little snow-covered New England town. At least, it used to be snow-covered. As I watched, the snow melted off the trees and the roofs and the lawns. The white steeple on a church turned brown and started to smolder.

"Talk about divine intervention," Alex offered.

"I thought that was a comet," Magnus said in wonderment, it had all blinked in and out of existence so fast, he'd thought he'd imagined the heat before the snow surrounded them again. That mist was powerful stuff.

Little plumes of smoke, like birthday candles, were popping up all over the town. Trees and rooftops were catching fire.

"Pull up!" I yelled.

There was a wild light in Thalia's eyes. She yanked back on the wheel, and I held on this time. As we zoomed up, I could see through the back window that the fires in the town were being snuffed out by the sudden blast of cold.

"There!" Apollo pointed. "Long Island, dead ahead. Let's slow down, dear. 'Dead' is only an expression."

"Only if you use it wrong," Nico said softly, studying Thalia carefully. She didn't have a death aura, the opposite with her faint, immortal silver glow still around her, but power was crackling out from her in the same dangerous current Percy so often gave off. She was starting to sweat, and he couldn't decide if he should let Will go to check on her or duck in front of the guy if she went off.

Thalia was thundering toward the coastline of northern Long Island. There was Camp Half-Blood: the valley, the woods, the beach. I could see the dining pavilion and cabins and the amphitheater.

"I'm under control," Thalia muttered. "I'm under control."

We were only a few hundred yards away now.

"Brake," Apollo said.

"I can do this."

"BRAKE!"

Thalia slammed her foot on the brake, and the sun bus pitched forward at a forty-five degree angle, slamming into the Camp Half-Blood canoe lake with a huge FLOOOOOOSH!

"That explains that warning sign," Rachel popped the side of her head in relief. "I always wondered why the naiads told me they needed one for no bus parking in there."

Thalia still wouldn't look up.

Steam billowed up, sending several frightened naiads scrambling out of the water with halfwoven wicker baskets.

The bus bobbed to the surface, along with a couple of capsized, half-melted canoes.

"Well," said Apollo with a brave smile. "You were right, my dear. You had everything under control! Let's go see if we boiled anyone important, shall we?"

"Define important?" Percy asked as he rubbed at his head to make sure it was still attached.

"If Dionysus hasn't killed them yet I like her chances," Nico shrugged.

"Oh shush, all of you," Jason jumped in as Thalia still had a strangle hold on the book and didn't even seem to realize she was done despite Rachel trying to tug it away. "We don't have to learn every detail of each other's lives, Thalia's entitled to whatever was bothering her to stay with her."

"We weren't teasing," Nico assured as he got up. "Awkward silence would be worse though, right Thalia?"

She was still taking calming breaths and fighting down shame just the memory of that had freaked her out so badly, but quickly waved Nico on so she wouldn't have to respond, practically throwing it into his chest. So Percy hadn't figured it out, his face as clueless and concerned as ever, but it was just a matter of time until they had to deal with that pig and Percy truly did remember, then the jokes would start. If nobody else got it sooner.

#pjo #Percy Jackson #BotL #Thalia Grace #rachel elizabeth dare #Jason Grace #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #Magnus Chase #alex fierro #fierrochase #HDYSG

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I realized....

I realized that I participate in more self harm than I thought I did.

I've been getting overwhelmed with my own feelings more often. I find that I don't really have a healthy outlet. I used to have a "few" drinks when I didn't know how to handle the thoughts in my head. Or smoke some weed, or isolate, or do nothing for hours.

When I'm hurting more than usual I eat less and drink more. I socialize more but reach out and ask for help less. I'm always high.

When I was a kid, about middle school aged, I used to play with needles when I was alone. I would stick them under the skin on my palms and fingertips. I did this very often. Somehow I saw this as different than when my friends would show me the cuts on their arms and legs. I thought because I wasn't leaving a mark I wasn't hurting myself. I thought because no one could see what I was doing I wasn't doing it.

As time moved on, (I couldn't tell you when it started.) I discovered stick and poke tattoos. It was the same thing that I had been doing just with ink. It wasn't harmful if it was art, right? I started off poking dots on my palms. Purposely poking too deep causing my hands to be sore and bleed. Then lines. Lines turned to shapes and shapes turned into little doodles that got bigger and bigger.

If you know anything about tattoos you'd know that palm tattoos don't really last, especially if you don't put the needle in too deep. I had formed a routine of experiencing a traumatic event or having thoughts too painful to want to feel, then etching cute little drawings onto my palms. Then I'd live with the pain for about a week or two then watch the ink fade. Once the ink was gone I was back into my same old cycle of etching into my palm with a needle.

By time I got tired of my routine I had made to my late teens / early college years. I had a bit more freedom and even decided to get real tattoos. My first one was a cross. As a reminder of where I came from. My second was a daisy because that's my grandmothers name. The tattoos on my chest and arms aren't the same. They don't make me feel any better. I decided I would try out a different type of needle.

It was pretty easy to find a set of tools intended for body piercing. Amazon has everything you can think of on it. The first time I tried to pierce myself I was 18 and tried to push a needle through my septum. God Damn It did it hurt. I remember getting the needle about halfway through and I stopped. Then I bled and bled. The blood was everywhere in that bathroom. At this point the needle had fallen out and I had given up on my chances of having a new piercing. I didn't want my boyfriend (at the time. We'll call him Ax.) to know what I had been doing. He'd been bothering me a ton lately about my mental health but I didn't want to listen.

Ax told me that I had been worrying him. He was, and still is, sober and couldn't bear to see me drinking every day. He was confused as to where I was even getting the alcohol from, but I had my ways. He noticed the taste of smoke on my mouth a few times even though I never admitted to him that I had been smoking weed and tobacco. He pointed out that I was usually awake when went to bed and when he woke up. I would just lie and say that I had slept just slightly less than he had. And that I wouldn't leave my dorm without the company of someone else.

I knew the bloody scene in the bathroom would have been the last straw for him so I cleaned it up as quickly as I could just in time for him to come and knock on my door.

This wasn't the last time I pushed a needle through my body. I had successfully pierced my ear one day after a sit down with Ax and Chip (Chip was a part of our poly-cule for some time). This event wasn't as dramatic and bloody and Ax didn't even notice I had a new piercing until Chip pointed it out one night in bed.

Recently, I woke up one morning and decided to etch on my palm again. I already own a tattoo machine, stencil paper, and practice skins. So this time I felt a little more professional. I chose to draw a monstera leaf because I knew I could draw one from memory and if anyone asks its temporary but still kinda cute. No harm done right?

When that needle hits my skin its like I had poked a beachball and all the air, all the pain was hissing out. I drove the needle into into my hand in that pattern over and over again. I must have done fifteen to twenty passes, deeper and deeper, over the same spot before stopped. I kept going until my hand felt numb and the other shook.

This was the moment I realized that I had just self harmed, and that every other time I had driven a needle into my own body that's what I was doing.

I'm hoping I can use this blog as an outlet rather than drink, or smoke, or starve myself, or self isolate, or drive a needle into my palm.

#Youtube

[elovval]

Gwi-nam Headcannons

[ So I was making an edit & thought of these hcs so ]

[ unedited ]

Random Hcs

• The reason why Gwi-nam hates Cheong-san so much is because Cheong-san has the life he always wanted, he hates how "perfect" Cheong-sans life is, hints why he wanted to take his eye [ofc cuz Cheong-san took his but-], he knew if he ruined Cheong-sans face, Cheong-sans life wouldn't be perfect anymore

• His family either were never around or just never payed attention to him, he never had affection as a kid & no one was there to help him express his emotions, so he just expresses them through fighting

• Myeong-Hwan was his first "friend", im convinced Myeong-Hwan manipulated Gwi-nam into thinking Gwi-nam owed him the world and that freinds should listen to each other [like when Myeong-Hwan orders him around] and since Gwi-nam never had a real friend before that, he thought it was a normal thing

• another reason why he's friends with Myeong-Hwan is because he's scared to become an outcast, he likes the fact he can be useful to Myeong-Hwan and how ppl automatically feel the need to be nice to him even if it's out of fear, he likes to be "liked"

• He's scared of thunderstorms! Okay so yk the scene where he tried to block the sound of the thunder? Yeah that expect all his life, like before the apocalypse, whenever a thunderstorm happened he would cover his ears with his pillow and hide under his covers or just blast music until the morning

• I feel like he is a nail bitter, like when he's nervous he bites his nails until they are to the brim, sometimes till the point he's bleeding, and if he has no nails to bite on, he bites the inside of his cheek or lip

• As a halfbie we can see he has a high pain tolerance, but I feel like when he was a human he had a low pain tolerance, like whenever he DID bite his nails untill he bled, he would have to take multi deep breathes before removing the dead skin that was hanging off and when he did, he would just curse until the pain is gone

• speaking about low tolerance, he gets drunk easily, even though he's a minor I'm sure he's drank once or twice, and each time he got drunk off like one and a half shots, he's the type to mutter stuff that no one could ever understand, I feel like he gets extremely affectionate, like he would clinge onto you and bury his head into your neck while saying random ass shit

• he has a drawing hobby, when he was a kid, he found a red crayon with paper...so he just started drawing, he found comfort in drawing, added with some music as well, He uses art to express himself whenever he cant, fight or was just bored, he doesn't brag about it though, sometimes when he's walking home and sees art suplies in the garbage, he grabs them secretly and takes them home

• He's the type to laugh at boys [kid] crying, like he would run over a kids sand castle and laugh in their faces, if it was a girl tho? I feel like he is much more gentle, he's the type to see a lost girl and help her home [only to ask her parent for reward money]

• I just wanted to add, I feel like he isn't homophobic, more like he doesn't give two fucks, like if you told him you were gay he would be like "the fuck is that?" And when you explain to him, if you're a guy he would ask you if you like him and wouldn't let you answer because he would say "sorry i dont like dick" and if you're a girl, he would be like "so you like pussy? Nice", he doesn't care, pretty sure he would have to care about you first before he actually caring abt you being gay

• Gwi-nam hasn't fallen for anyone, whether if it was a crush or actually in love, he doesn't see the point if you'll eventually get bored or fall out of love [ his pov ], he's witnessed his parents fight a lot as a kid so his mind is fixed on that image

• OMFG JUST THOUGH OF THIS ONE, if you compliment him on something, he'll do it everyday to get another compliment, like for example, his hair is sweeped back because he was sweating and yk he sweeped it back, you see it and say it looks nice on him, at first he tells you to fuck off but the next day he came to school with his hair sweeped back, and when you ask him about it, he tries to act slick but he obviously is fishing for compliments so you compliment him just to satisfy him AND if you don't realize it, he tries his best to make it obvious until you see it

"Hey you look really nice with your hair sweeped back Nam!" Y/n gave a cheeky smile and gave Gwi-nam a thumbs up "Are you dumb?" He grumbles before walking away The next day... "Morning!" Y/N jumped and bumped into Gwi-nam, who sent her a death galre "Fuck off" He replied as he looked away, he acted like he didn't care but his pace slowed down to match hers "Hey...you seem different...your hair!!" She finally pointed out, Gwi-nam sent her looks before nodding "You look nice Yoon" Y/N exclaimed, giving him the same thumbs up She gave him yesterday "Whatever" He muttered, he sped up his pace and ran straight for the gates of the school, not only did his unusual pace give his cover up...but so did his bright red ears

I'll be making a dating hcs for him too!!

If you guys have any characters that you want me to do hcs for, feel free to suggest it!

#all of us are dead #aouad #all of us are dead fanfic #all of us are dead imagines #aouad imagines #aouad x reader #gwi nam x reader #gwi nam #gwinam x reader #yoon gwi nam #yoon gwi nam x reader #yoo in soo #cheong san #all of us are dead netflix #all of us are dead x reader

[quindolyn]

The Little Slut Did It || Poly!Marauders

Word Count: 3871

A/N: Happy birthday @st0nesnglitter, I love you so much and I really hope you find a place to get your nipples pierced. You are quite possibly one of my favorite people and I probably wouldn't have stayed around Tumblr if it weren't for you. Hope you like it Petal :)

Warnings: Band!Marauders kinda except I didn't really develop it because when I asked Bo what they wanted they said sex and ask and they shall receive, Dom! Sirius and Remus, switch!James, sub!reader, degradation, praise, crying, vaginal penetration, oral (male receiving), a hand job, I think that's it? It's also like half proof read and as I write this it's past my bed time

Also this should be using them/them pronouns with the inclusion of feminine descriptors and nicknames but if I made mistakes please tell me so I can fix

All acts are consensual and while the characters do not discuss it there is a safe word in place.

You were infuriating.

At least Sirius Black thought so. Hunched over a sheet of paper mostly consisting of fragments of lyrics that sounded better in his head then they did out loud, the raven-haired boy found himself struggling to maintain focus on the matter at hand.

Remus sat to his left, long legs taking up the entirety of the three person sofa as he thought aloud. James, to Sirius’ right, listening intently and offering ideas when inspiration came from Remus’ words. While the two boys’ progress was substantial, songs between the three boys were best written when Sirius was involved. With a brain working at a million miles an hour and inhibitions long lost to his school years where he often made a fool, a very handsome fool, of himself it was Sirius’ fearless neverending flow of ideas that truly propelled the songwriting process.

But Jesus Christ was it hard to think when all his mind seemed to want to focus on was your figure, leaning against the strong muscle of James’ impossibly broad shoulder you were the picture of sex.

At least to Sirius’ filthy perverted mind you were.

It was these late night sessions where you insisted on staying with your boys until two, three, hell four in the morning that you were granted the rare opportunity to indulge in the same mortal sins that while they relentlessly enjoyed, your boys had deemed you simply too pure to be corrupted by.

Tumbler of whiskey cradled in your delicate hands you brought the crystal glass to your lips, taking a swig of the sinful drink before bringing the glass back to rest in your lap. Unbeknownst to you you’d left a droplet of amber liquid to rest upon your lips giving Sirius the strongest urge to pull you into a kiss so as to taste the bitter alcohol off your impossibly sweet lips.

“Fuck, puppy,” The man grumbled, pulling your attention from where your fingers mindlessly playing with the hem of James’ paper thin shirt while also bringing the other two males’ conversation to a halt.

Lounging against the plush loveseat Sirius beckoned you to him with the lazy flick of his wrist. Brushing the various papers off his lap his piercing silver eyes remained locked on your figure as you meekly approached him, having sat longer than you’d thought your legs were stiff, inhibiting your gait.

Remus eyed Sirius, brow raised as he wondered just what the notoriously mischievous man was up to. James too tracked your figure as you crossed the few feet to the love seat.

Upon standing in front of Sirius his strong hand reached up, cupping the side of your face in his hand, gently but unyieldingly pulling your face down to his. Without abandon Sirius’ tongue pushed through your already slightly agape lips, moaning as the taste of whiskey bled across his taste buds. It was so contradictory to the soft, plushness of your lips and the tender hold your hand claimed over his wrist that you had his mind spinning. While you were unaware of the affect you had over the man he was all too aware of how his behavior impacted you as you melted into his hold.

He deepened the kiss, his hand on your face cupping harder as his other arm wrapped around your waist, with a strength you wouldn’t attribute to the lean boy if you didn’t know any better, he pulled you in so that you were forced to collapse against his chest, knees moving to straddle his lap.

A pang of pleasure pooled in your tummy at the forcefulness of his actions, complimented by the fact that the whole occurrence was abrupt, not knowing that Sirius had been stewing over your enticing figure the entire night, you couldn’t help but whimper into the expanse of his mouth.

As he began to pull away from you you let out a frustrated huff, trying to follow his lips as he reclined back in his seat but were stopped by his hand moving to clasp your chin in his hand.

“You know how distracting you are, sitting there next to Jamie, clinging to him like that, puppy?” His heavily hooded eyes greedily took in you straddling his hips, eagerly leaning into his touch with wide eyes as you contemplated his question.

“Distracting?” You asked innocently, as though the thought had never dawned on you, which truthly it hadn’t. You hadn’t even been doing anything explicitly provocative to excite the boy, simply keeping yourself occupied. Your confusion really should’ve lessened by this point in your relationship with the three boys as it was common knowledge that almost anything could get Sirius hard. But yet, every time you were perplexed as to just what had gotten the boy so worked up. All three boys couldn’t help but find your innocence intoxicating.

Slender, ring clad fingers, slipped from the curve of your waist to grasp harshly at your hips, forcefully Sirius used his hold on you to roll your hips against his.

You inhaled sharply in attempts to suppress a whine that threatened to escape your from your lips, Sirius’ actions allowing his growing erection to press perfectly against your clothed cunt.

“You feel how hard you made me, you little tease?” Sirius growled as he made quick work of the t-shirt you’d stolen from James, pulling the soft cotton over your head, letting the useless fabric fall to the floor behind you. This left you in only a pair of panties that Sirius seemed to have no problem simply shoving aside.

The juxtaposition of the harsh cold of the metal of Sirius’ rings against the warmth of your tits had you mewling and thrusting your chest into his touch. Alternating between palming your tits and slender fingers plucking your nipples into pretty little buds Sirius took his time in painting your tits in pretty bruises with his rough handling of you.

“Can’t concentrate on helping Prongs and Moony when you’re teasing me by looking like such a perfect little slut, now that’s not fair to our boys is it puppy?”

You shook your head fervently, becoming needier and needier by the minute as the insistence of Sirius’ hardening cock pressing teasingly against your clothes cunt propelled your spiral into subspace.

Not pleased with your answer the dark haired boy delivered a harsh slap to the plushness of your tit, “Use your words slut.”

“No Daddy, s’not fair m’sorry!” You cried out, the string Sirius’ palm left against your skin making your head spin at the wrongness of just how good it felt.

“You wanna help Daddy concentrate, pretty puppy?” The sneer on his lips went unregistered by your cloudy mind as you were only able to focus on the prospect of helping your Daddy.

“Yes Daddy, wanna help.” The disbelieving scoff released by the sandy-haired boy next to you also went unregistered as he remarked at just how easy it was to get you so fucking needy.

“That’s a good puppy,” Sirius cooed as he watched lust swirl in your glassy irises, “You gonna help Daddy take off his pants or are you so fucking useless I’ll have to do it myself?”

Caught off guard by the boy’s rapid pivot from praise to ruthless degradation you were left, opening and closing your mouth helplessly as you struggled desperately for the words.

“Aw, is my poor little Princess dumb already, guess I’ll have to take these off myself then huh?”

“No Daddy,” You insisted, scrambling to prove yourself not only to Sirius but to the two other men who observed your every move, “Not useless, not dumb, I can do it!”

Your hands flew to the buckle of his belt, even in your cloudy mindset muscle memory kicked in, making rather impressive time as you managed to free his cock from the confines of his pants and boxers.

You stared wide eyed down at his weeping erection as you gently cradled his throbbing cock in your small hands.

“They might really be dumb,” Remus chimed in, he and James’ attentions both still focused in on the exchange between you and their boyfriend, “Can only stare at your cock.”

“It goes inside of you, love,” James quipped helpfully from behind you, a rueful smile painted against his impossibly pink lips.

The curly haired boy’s words snapped you from the foggy confines of your mind, eyes snapping up to meet Sirius’ lust sodden gaze.

“C-Can I, Daddy?”

“Fucking waiting for you to puppy, Daddy’s cock belongs in his baby’s cunt doesn’t it?”

Agreements spilled from your lips as you rushed to position the head of his member against the pulsing entrance of your pussy. You squirmed as you struggled to align the two, accidentally swiping his head through your sopping folds.

“Come on you useless whore,” He grunted before harshly jolting your hips to align himself with your hole, pushing into the warmth of your cunt without a second thought.

You cried out at the sudden intrusion, overwhelmed by the pleasure brought by your tight ribbed walls stretching to accommodate his thick length, prodding against the deepest spots inside of you. Even though he wasn’t aiming for it, with the subtle curve of his prick the son of a bitch still managed to brush against your g-spot.

“Oh come on Princess, how’s Daddy supposed to concentrate on writing if you’re gonna be that loud?”

“Don’t think they care Pads, little slut’s too focused on their own pleasure to give a damn about helping you anymore.”

“Prongs is right, just a greedy little whore.”

The mocking words of the other two boys had you collapsing against the clothed surface of Sirius’ chest, his large hand gravitating to the small of your back to anchor you to him.

“Puppy, if Daddy lets you cum as many times as you want, do you promise to stay quiet for him?”

The man’s proposal had your head flying off of his shoulder, nodding eagerly as your eyes flooded with excitement. It wasn’t usually Sirius’ prerogative to grant you permission to cum so freely, always more enjoying dangling the promise of orgasm in front of your face before ripping it away from you.

“So what are you gonna do baby?”

“Stay quiet for Daddy.” You parroted.

“Good girl, now go ahead and bounce on Daddy’s dick, just like this baby,” Using his hold on your hips to guide you Sirius helped you set an excruciatingly slow rhythm. Once he was confident that you had it, one hand collected a piece of paper and pen from the cushion next to him while the other snaked back around to your clit, mindlessly playing with the sensitive nub as conversation resumed between the three boys.

You focused every ounce of energy on maintaining the pace Sirius had set for you, not wanting to accidentally speed up and face Sirius’ wrath for having disobeyed him.

Sweat began to bead at your forehead as you maintained the painfully slow pace you were determined to adhere to, the effort to not go faster eating away at your composure. Combined with Sirius’ ministrations on your clit, expertly flicking the bundle of nerves before pinching it between the pads of his fingers, you were brought to the precipice of orgasm in record time.

With your mind so cloudy you’d forgotten that you’d been granted permission to cum liberally, the usual permission from one of your boys not necessitated at the moment. Remembering this, you allowed yourself to focus on the pleasure in your abdomen to bubble over, digging your nails into the dark fabric covering Sirius’ shoulders to anchor yourself as the intensity of your orgasm stole the breath from your lungs. Your vision went black, whether that was because you’d buried your visage into Sirius’ shoulder or because your pleasure was that overwhelming, you couldn’t say, the only thing you could attest to was the way the head of Sirius’ cock was unrelenting as it remained pressed firmly against your most sensitive spot.

As you came down from your orgasm you subconsciously stilled on Sirius’ cock, pussy pulsing around his prick. You were alerted to your mistake as the belligerent boy delivered a harsh slap against the soft cushion of your bum, no doubt leaving the imprint of his hand behind.

You squeaked at the sudden pain before summoning your energy and strength to resume your movement, ignoring the tendrils of pleasure as overstimulation began to seep into them making the pleasure nearly unbearable as it overwhelmed your every nerve.

Your determination to continue with Sirius’ ministrations had you bordering on a second orgasm in a matter of minutes. This one being even more intense than the first as you quite literally spasmed around his cock, throwing your head back in pleasure as your hips bucked uselessly against his in attempts to get him further inside of you, as though the pleasure you were experiencing right then wasn’t already because the spongy head of his cock was pressing directly against your g-spot.

In the bliss of your second orgasm you were too overwhelmed to register moans and whines that fell from your lips, instead focused on the way your nerves seemed to explode as wave after wave of pleasure roared through your body. Each wave seemed to submerge you deeper and deeper into your cloudy headspace where even the taunting of Sirius’ voice didn’t register in your mind.

It was only when you were ripped from the warmth of Sirius’ chest that your eyes fluttered back open and you acknowledged the look of disdain painted across Sirius’ aristocratic features.

“D-Daddy?”

“What the fuck did I tell you? Gave you one rule, one. Keep that little mouth of yours fucking shut but couldn’t even do that could you?”

“Daddy,” You whined again.

“No, do one thing right and shut your mouth slut,” As you opened your mouth to launch your rebuttal Sirius took the opportunity to press his fore and middle fingers against the flat of your tongue before pushing the digits further down your throat.

You gagged at the sudden intrusion as you struggled to adjust to the tips of his well manicured fingers prodding against the back of your throat.

“Look at that,” Sirius jerked your head to the side so that you were angled towards James, “Look what you did to poor Jamesie’s cock, listening to you be such a dirty little thing got m’baby boy all hard.”

James let out a keening whimper as Sirius spoke about him as though he wasn’t even in the room, instead only addressing you who made a very pretty picture splayed over Sirius’ lap. The poor boy was left to fidget in his seat, so desperately seeking the release of his palm against his clothed cock, but knowing better as Remus scrutinized him, searching for even a hint of disobedience.

“Does your cock hurt, Prongs?” Came Remus’ baritone, laced with sympathy as he drank in the image of the boy spread out before him.

“Our baby girl’s just so pretty, Remmy, makes such pretty noises. Tried not to listen I promise but was too distracting,” The bespectacled boy pleaded with the scarred boy, wanting to impress upon him the fact that he was indeed his good boy.

“Oh I know you didn’t Jamie, the bitch’s moans got me hard too,” You were unable to turn your head to see that Remus’ cock was indeed straining against his pants but both James and Sirius’ eyes fell to Remus’ lap where his grey sweatpants tented impressively.

“Can’t focus Daddy, it hurts,” James mindlessly babled as his eyes dropped to where you and Sirius were connected, licking his lips as he imagined licking the slick off your thighs.

“You see what you did puppy?” Sirius’ tone was vicious as he pulled your visage back towards him leaving your back to the other two boys.

“Made Jamie hard,” You sniffled as pain blossomed in your jaw thanks to the tightening of Sirius’ grip.

“That’s right puppy, couldn’t follow the one direction I gave you and now poor Jamie hurts,” Sirius redirected his attention to the dark haired boy helplessly squirming in his seat as his breaths grew heavier and heavier.

As if to punish you for your insolence Sirius abruptly bucked his hips up into you, pulling a cry from your throat at the unexpected movement in your already sensitive pussy.

“Fucking useless,” Sirius muttered, “James you know I think the only way to get their to shut up is to get a cock into their mouth. They already love one in their pretty pussy,” To prove his point he rolled your hips against his, drawing a pathetic moan from you, having abandoned any pretense at trying to keep quiet as your foggy mind deemed it simply too much to handle.

You were malleable in Sirius’ grip as he pulled you off his cock, much to your discontent, and with Remus’ assistance turned you around so that your back was to the dark haired male’s chest before letting your greedy cunt envelop Sirius once more.

“Come on Jamie,” Remus beckoned the boy closer to the three of you, “Siri’s right, time puppy puts that little mouth of their's to use.”

As James positioned himself in front of you every fiber of your being itched to reach up and make as quick work as possible of his clothes, needing the solace that being used by the boy would grant you. But alas your wrists were held securely behind your back as Sirius kept you still.

Instead it was Remus who was left to rid the beautiful boy of his clothes, leaving him completely naked. Said boy’s cock stood at attention, bobbing tantalizingly mere inches from your face, but thanks to Sirius’ vice-like grip on your frame you were left to simply salivate from the temptation.

You nearly went cross eyed as the fire simmering in your belly was fueled by the sight of Remus’ large, scarred hand wrapping around the shaft of James’ cock, stroking up and down his length a couple of times as he murmured delicate praises into the boy’s ear.

“Their mouth’s gonna feel so good isn’t it Prongsie? Our good boy deserves it, doesn't he, Pads?”

Sirius hummed his assent, “Especially after the slut’s the one who got him hard in the first place, fucking tease.” He punctuated his harsh remarks as he resumed grinding your hips against his, his grip bruising your delicate skin.

With the very first roll of your hips Sirius still managed to hit spots inside of you that had your mouth dropping open in ecstasy, giving Remus the perfect opportunity to guide James’ aching member into the warm cavern of your mouth.

As soon as you felt the velvety skin of James’ cock against the flat of your tongue you hollowed your cheeks, sucking fervently as the taste of his precum, already leaking in abundance, danced across your tongue. The musky taste erupting across your taste buds had your mouth as wet as your pussy.

A firm slap to your cheek had your eyes ripping open, not having realized you closed them in the first place. You jerked at the sensation, pushing you further down on James’ cock whose length allowed him to brush against the back of your throat causing you to gag around him.

“Fuck,” He groaned as the sounds of you gagging filled the room.

“Is our baby girl gagging on your cock pretty boy?” Remus nipped at the shell of James’ ear and you watched as the small touch sent a shiver through James’ body. Jealousy blossomed in your chest as you sought the same tender affection from the boy whose lap you sat atop of.

Your hands grasped for him as he still held them pinned behind your back, curious as to what you were up to Sirius let you guide his hands to your tits where you urged him to grope your flesh, all the while fighting back tears at the intrusion in your throat.

Remus’ hand had found a place on the back of your skull, keeping your head in place as he urged James to fuck deeper into your mouth, gagging you with every thrust. Your normally caring James seemed too immersed in the pleasure your mouth was providing him to care that he was cutting off your oxygen supply.

Sirius heard your breaths get shallow and panicked and sat up straighter so that his mouth brushed against your pulse point, “Thought we taught you how to not gag on cock, puppy, you know how to breathe through your nose don’t you?”

You tried nodding around James’ member but that only lodged him deeper down your throat, worsening your predicament. Still, you took Sirius’ advice and focused your efforts on breathing through your nose, after a few exhales you found that the burning in your lungs had calmed.

Your gaze flashed upward, the sight of James and Remus engaged in an intense kiss as James’ hand copied the motions Remus had made on his cock just moments before on the other boy’s cock. The two moaned openly into each other’s mouths and that along with the feeling of Sirius’ cock lodged so deeply inside of you had your legs shaking as a third orgasm rushed through you, heightening your pleasure as each touch to your bare skin, each sound in the room, and every drop of James’ cum along your tongue were amplified, all being brought to the forefront of your mind.

The whines you let out with your orgasm had James releasing ones of his own, bucking without abandon into your mouth as the vibrations of your mouth around him made him feral. Any restraint the boy had maintained up until that moment vanished as he fulfilled what Sirius and Remus had encouraged from him, prioritizing his pleasure over your own. Using you like the good little you were.

You tried to pull back from his violently jerking hips but Remus’ hand in your hair was insistent on keeping you firmly on James’ cock.

Having already withstood your pussy spasming around him twice before that night, it was that third orgasm that drove Sirius over the edge with you, his teeth sinking into the skin of your shoulder as he released rope after rope of cum into your cunt.

Upon emptying his load into you Sirius fell back against the cushion of the seat, letting your wrists fall from his grasp as he instead focused on catching his breath.

Immediately, your hands flew to James’ thighs, trying to push him back so that you might be granted some sort of reprieve.

Your actions only served to anger Remus as his grip tightened in your hair, the boy releasing a low growl as he broke away from James’ lips, a string of saliva connecting the two, so that he could lean down to be face to face with you.

Malice glinted in his eyes as he appreciated just how fucked out you looked with the head of James’ cock pressing firmly against the side of your cheek, “Just because Sirius is done using you doesn’t mean we are.”

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[rubysunnday]

meaningless words

A/N: So, surprise, I did another story for @lxncelot's writing challenge

Summary: Two am - the money is still coming, the drinks are getting into the twenties, Ketterdam is nowhere near going to sleep and Y/N and Kaz just happened to both have a bad day and end up sitting at the same table.

The memory was burnt into her mind. It wouldn't leave her alone - the heat of the flames, the smell of burning wood as the ship exploded.

The destruction of the Valkyrie had hit the Dregs deeply. On board had been their friends - their family - all hoping to escape and find somewhere to start a new with their precious cargo bound for Ravka.

And in an instant, it was gone.

Y/N had been the first person there. She'd been standing on the harbour wall, waiting to watch the ship leave, when she was thrown back by the sheer force of the explosion. The screams -

She jumped as someone slammed a glass down onto the table in front of her. Y/N looked up and saw Kaz standing above her, grimacing in pain as he awkwardly manoeuvred himself to sit down opposite her.

"If you keep thinking about it, the worse it'll get," he said gruffly, resting his hands atop his cane.

"It's difficult to think about anything else," Y/N said, taking the drink Kaz had placed in front of her. The liquid burnt her throat as she drunk it.

Kaz watched her as she set her glass back down. "I take it Nina saw to your injuries."

"She did."

"I take it you kept the scars?"

Y/N swallowed, a lump suddenly forming in her throat. Her hand subconsciously brushed along her side which now bore several nasty, ugly scars. "I did. She tried to heal them but I insisted on it."

Kaz nodded. "You spoken to Jesper, yet?"

"No."

"You should."

"Why?"

"Because he was the one to find you and bring you back here. You also almost bled out on his favourite shirt -"

"Kaz, I get that, for once, you are trying to fill the silence but, please, shut the fuck up," Y/N snapped, lifting her gaze from the table to glare at him.

Kaz nodded once and then silence fell again. Y/N lowered her gaze back to her half-full glass and sighed softly, closing her eyes for a moment. Instantly she was assaulted by fire, smoke, screaming and pain.

"What are you thinking about?"

Kaz looked up from the piece of paper he was reading and raised an eyebrow.

"Look, I know I just told you to shut up but... every time," Y/N paused, "every time silence falls all I hear is screaming so... what are you thinking about?"

Kaz looked at her - his thoughts and expression completely unreadable. "Inej found a lead on who might have destroyed the Valkyrie," he said, his voice harsh but quiet amongst the noise of the club. "Man named Smirnov - know anything about him?"

"Hunts Grisha for a living and sells them to the Fejerdans," Y/N replied, without missing a beat. "Slave trader. Someone must have gotten loose-lipped and spilt whilst drunk, he overheard and tada. If he can't get anyone to buy them or doesn't think it worth it..." Y/N mimed an explosion with her hands. "Boom."

"Boom," Kaz echoed, his eyes back at the paper. "Who do you think told?"

"No one still alive, I assure you," Y/N muttered. "Probably some idiot on board thinking they'd get a bit of extra money for selling out their friends." She paused, her finger running along a dent in the table. "Instead all they got was death."

Kaz watched her - he saw the broken pieces of her crumbling to the floor, unable to hold on. He could see the pain on her face every time she closed her eyes or silence fell. But he didn't know what to do. He wasn't like Jesper or Nina - he couldn't hug her until she felt better or wipe the tears she was desperately holding back.

He couldn't lie to her either because Kaz knew that it wouldn't be ok. The trauma would stay with her - like it always did. It would follow her around like a shadow and when she'd thought it had gone, pop up again and fore her back hundreds of steps.

Kaz wouldn't lie to her. He couldn't. Jordie had lied to him and now look at where he was.

He looked up at her again and noticed her closed eyes, her hand curled into a fist, the irregular breathing. The all too familiar signs of panic.

"I'm almost certain Jesper has been wearing Wylan's shirts."

Y/N's eyes flew open and she stared at him. "What?"

"They never quite fit - they're a bit too small and certainly not the colour Jesper would usually wear. When Nina wears Matthias' - she makes it obvious. Jesper, however, acts as if he is almost trying to hide it."

Y/N gaped at him. "I'm sorry, what happened to enjoy the silence Kaz Brekker?"

"You don't like silence right now... therefore I am trying to fill it," Kaz said slowly. "With the idle gossip Inje has subjected me to recently as revenge for hiding her knives when she was ill."

"That was Jesper and I."

"I am aware of that - Inej, however, is not. And to be honest, Y/N, darling, I need you and Inej to work together and not hunt each other down so I'm letting her think it was me," Kaz explained.

Y/N wasn't sure she'd ever heard him speak so much in one go. Kaz didn't like explaining himself unless he had to - it was boring and tiresome and often ruined his plans. He never spoke unless it was for a reason - every word that came out had a purpose.

Until now. Because now, Kaz was rambling on about shirts and knives like he was a schoolboy.

Y/N knew that she'd scared the living shit out of everyone when Jesper had carried her into the Slat, covered in ash, blood and seawater, looking as if there wasn't an inch of life left in her. Which, to be fair, there hadn't been until Nina had worked her magic and got her heart beating again.

But even then, Kaz hadn't been flustered. He'd been the first person she'd spoken to after she'd woken up but even then - when she'd told him what had happened in detail without leaving anything to the imagination - he hadn't been flustered.

Yet now. He was using more words than Y/N thought she'd heard in the entire time of knowing him.

Kaz sighed, almost as if he knew where her mind had gone. "Look, Y/N, I'm not gonna sugarcoat this -"

"When do you ever sugarcoat anything?"

Kaz glared. "Are you going to listen or not?"

"Sorry."

"I'm not going to sugarcoat this because I can't promise you that it will be okay. Because I know it won't. It'll haunt you for years to come as these things always do. But..." Kaz hesitated for a minute, his hands clenching and unclenching. "I will be there the whole way. As will Jesper. As will Inej and Wylan. And, if they ever stop kissing for two minutes, as will Nina and the blonde Fjerdan."

"His name is Matthias, Kaz," Y/N said, rolling her eyes. But a small smile was on her face. She nodded, the smile fading. "Thank you."

"Welcome."

"So, why are we here - again?"

Y/N looked over her shoulder as Jesper flounced over wearing a slightly too-small shirt and what looked to be Wylan's jacket.

"What do you mean why are we here again?" Y/N asked, reluctantly shuffling over to allow Jesper to sit next to her.

Jesper shrugged, resting his arm on the top of the booth and behind Y/N, his hand dangling onto her shoulder. "You two. In your sulking booth."

"We're not sulking," Y/N said, turning her head to look at him. "We are brooding - there is a difference."

"Ah, yes. The art of brooding. Matthias is a particular expert in that field."

Y/N snorted and clamped her lips together, eyes wide as she realised the sound she'd made. Before promptly falling into a fit of laughter, leaning into Jesper, her eyes screwed shut from the force of it. Jesper just patted her on the shoulder, his own smile appearing.

Kaz ducked his head, looking back at his paper, as he tried to hide his smile. Because, yes, the trauma would always be there and Y/N would have awful, horrible days. But he also knew that no matter what, there would always be someone there to make her smile.

He just hoped that one day, he would overcome his own trauma enough for it to be him.

#oliveswc #shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone x reader #kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker angst #angst #six of crows imagine #six of crows #six of crows x reader

[monsterfloofs]

The Ghost in the Parlor (Sfw and anonymous protagonist!)

It was one in the morning when you rose from bed, sliding on a pair of slippers and feeling your way through the dark to exit your room. The sound was faint, barely audible, but you knew. . .

He was playing tonight.

As you weave your way towards the stairs, you could hear the chords beneath you, the stirring voice of a piano pulling you through dark corridors. As you stop and peer over the banister. You can see from up above, candles alight with a ghastly blue fire. Their light casting eerie wisps of shadows to dance upon the floor. In the middle of this spectral scene was a luminous form sitting at the old grand piano. His spindly fingers like spiders upon the keys, procuring the tune that wafted up the stairs. The sound is sweet and melancholic, mourning things that have been lost, and the ever present march of time. Always moving, never relenting.

You knew all this because you had asked him, it was his favorite tune to play. He played it often and there were times where you could almost feel his deep rooted bittersweet sadness. Tears would spring to your eyes and you would have to mop your face with your sleeve. Tonight the song felt especially lonely and with careful footing you crept down the stairs, your shadow timidly trailing after.

"Have I disturbed you?" His melodic voice intones as you sit down beside him. "No, I came to hear you play, if you would have me as company mister Sterling." "Sleep is for the living" he sighs wistfully, "You should be asleep, dreaming sweet dreams of tomorrow." 

He talks to you but his hands, ah his quick and nimble hands keep playing. You watch them sweeping across the keys, mesmerized until he stops. You blink and look up at him. His face is turned towards yours, an eyebrow quirked inquisitively. "A little distracted, were we?" You smile sheepishly, "Ah, yes, I'm sorry, but your hands do work magic. What had you been saying?"

He gives an embarrassed huff, "It's late is it not?" They pale eyes staring at you unblinkingly from beneath round vintage glasses. "Well yes," you reluctantly agree, "But I have missed your nightly performances. And I was hoping you could give me another lesson tonight." You say softly as he flexes his long spindly fingers. "Ooh. . . perhaps. You have always been kind to me. Letting me keep you up at odd hours of night with my prattling."

"You know I would stay even if you didn't give me a lesson. Your music is beautiful." He turns his head away from you, but you can see a hazy pink color introduce itself onto his countenance. When he turns back the color has all but bled out, except for some swirling traces. "I have had nothing but time to perfect it. Though as despairing as it may be, to watch seasons pass without being able to participate in the world, I still have my music. I wonder, is it what holds me here? Is my comfort my cage? Alas-- Dear, aren't you going to put your hands to the piano? You did ask for a lesson you know."

You look up at him before doing as he asks. Aligning your fingers to the keys, "I thought you were still deciding. . ."  "Oh," they respond absentmindedly, "Don't mind me, I'm particularly lost in my thoughts tonight, death, life, it's all just one big mess. . ." Sterling rambles on talking about music as you sit together playing chords and sections of songs. As you are still learning the basics he keeps things simple, most of the time you are echoing his voice on the piano or remembering notes and chords. But he has seems to have become happier with having someone he can talk to, rather than to stew lost in his own thoughts.

"You are doing quite well," A pleased smile tugging on his lips, his crinkled eyes twinkling. "Have you been practicing?"  "A little. . . Not as much as I would like though." You slid your hands onto your lap and smile. "Thank you for the lesson, I appreciate you taking the time to sit with me and do that. I hope I'm not inconveniencing you."

"Of course not," he sniffs, "I. . . am very fond of your company." There was something with the way he said it, that stirred your heart. You can feel your own face grow a little warm, "I'm glad. . . haha." He glances at you, his hands poised to begin playing again. You swallow hard and press on, "Though I h-have to admit, I am more than a little fond of you."

--BADOOM His hands slip hitting the keys too hard and causes a loud blunder of noise. Practically falling off his chair, Sterling’s hands shielding his face in embarrassment. "I-I. . .WHAT?" He stammers, your eyes widen that he reacted so dramatically. "I just meant that, I c-care about you a lot--" The candles snuff out around and you are suddenly plunged in darkness. The ghost has left the building. 

Your head flops into the piano, a few keys playing as your face presses into them. You give a groan of defeat Dammit! Way to go, you probably just killed him. . . AGAIN. Despite his usual stuffy demeanor he can get easily flustered. He tries to hide it under a punctual and proper air, but was a much shier person than he let on. You liked that about him though, there were little things that he did that just enchanted you. He was a deep thinker, and he always took the time to explain things and be patient with you. So of course, you had to go and fall in love with a ghost. You had been trying to gather the courage to tell him your feelings for about a week now. Slowly working your way towards the right words you say. But like music, timing was just as important as the notes. To be honest you had gotten so nervous you are sure you had fumbled in both regards. You sigh heavily, best head to bed, perhaps you can try and talk to him tomorrow.

You slink away in defeat, retiring to your chamber until sunlight streams through your window. Leaving a dappled trail of light and warmth inside your room. You grumpily turn over in bed, refusing to move until you have properly sulked for just a little while longer. Trying to wrack your brain how you were going to approach the ghostly pianist now. With Sterling being so shy, you weren’t sure if his reaction was bad or good. Only time will tell, but in the meantime you're up and making breakfast. Then busying yourself with doing chores around the house and trying not to let your mind settle too much into last night. You go about whiling away the hours until sunset. That's when Sterling becomes active inside the house. You don’t exactly know where he goes during the daytime. You have attempted in the past to nonchalantly snoop around in the basement but to no avail. 

Before you know it, the sun is setting in the sky. Golden light filtering across the floor, flooding the rooms with dying light. You peer into the parlor, and step inside. Running your hands over the black and white keys. You can feel a faint prick on the back of your neck, you turn around and You startle, coming face to face with the musically inclined ghoul. You put a hand on your heart. "Oh my goodness!-- Sterling!" you sigh weakly, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. “Hello,” He murmurs faintly, you look up at him, feeling suddenly shy. All this time you had been waiting to talk to him, and now only an awkward silence fills the room. Both of you starting to speak at the same time.

“I’m sorry, what were you going to say?”

“N-no that’s alright, please, continue”

“Aaah-- why don’t you go first, I was the person who upset you last night”

A hand flutters anxiously to the glasses upon his crooked nose. "You didn’t upset me. You, w-well surprised me. I  was flattered, but I don’t think you truely want anything to do with this old goat." "H-huh? What do yo--" He cuts you off with a flourish of his hand. "I'm an old man dear, not just old, decrepit. I died in 1839, my bones are buried outside, wouldn't that bother you?" His face flushes an eerie pink and he splutters in embarrassment. "I mean, it should bother you. . . " A light bulb blinks on in your head and you stare at him with new found insight. "Y-you, like me too, don't you. . ." "I beg your pa--" "It was you, wasn’t it?" With a rush of feeling, you practically jump a foot off the ground from excitement. "I was always wondering about those poems left on the door step-" your mouth goes agape. "And those flowers!" His eyes dart back and forth in a panic, his mouth wobbling. "W-what??? Me? I don't know anything about that!" You can tell he's wanting to bolt and you make a grab at one of his translucent hands. Surprisingly your fingers successfully curl around it and his shoulders jerk up. Trying to calm yourself down before trying to talk to him. You were spooking him, a novel thought, but not what you had been intending to do. So you take a different approach, "Why. . . didn't you ever tell me?" The specter is sweating bullets now, he mops his brow with a wispy handkerchief. "I-I” he groans in defeat, “A ghost cannot do romance! A ghost cannot do much of-- of anything! No matter how I felt, I couldn't keep you here, you deserve to be free, to experience life to the fullest. Not to be shackled to me and this house." You flush, truly surprised by his answer. "But, I don't want anyone else, I like you. . ." Tentatively you take his hands and hold them gently in your own. His expression quivers, looking down before he gently pulls away. His fingers wisping through your skin before reconstructing themselves back together. He puts a hand into his breast pocket before he pulls out an envelope with a flowery wax seal. He looks away from you but hands you the letter, his expression flushing as that same red color is introduced into his normal pale blue complexation. You look up at him searchingly before you gently take the letter. The smooth paper has a fragrance like all the rest of the notes you recieved, like roses and vanilla. You carefully peel back the floral seal, opening the envelope.

You watch Sterling lights the candles at the table in the parlor. It has been a week since the two of you had become a couple, and you cannot remember a happier time, then the hours you have spent together. “Didn't you say, a ghost cannot do romance?” You tease him with a smile, your eyes crinkling as you watch him with a loving gaze. He huffs softly, "That I did, and I wish more than anything I could take you to a fine dinner out of this house. . . " He pinches the wick of one last candle, and when he removes his hand, an enchanting blue fire flickers to life. “I think a candlelit dinner at home is just as lovely.” He looks at you for a moment, before he gives a little smile, “If you say so darling.” “I do.” He bends down to give you a chilly peck on the forehead before he sits down at his piano, flexing his fingers before he begins to play. The blue lights of the candles flickering to the sound of his haunting melody. But the tone has changed, no longer lachrymose. You can hear something happy stirring in the song that projects itself out of the house, and into the starlit sky.

#monster x reader #ghost x reader #fluff #sfw #ghost x human

[hey-there-juliet]

Random Drabble Day (2/23)

Summary: First off, let me just say that this is more like a one-shot than a drabble because I'm a wordy bitch and I cannot control myself 😅

That said, I always had a hard time imagining Julie writing some of the Perfect Harmony's lyrics about herself, so I thought why not make this just another song that Luke and Julie wrote together? This is set somewhere between Finally Free and Edge of Great, in that week when Ray was stress-eating. This is supposed to fit back into the show at the end, so it might seem like a cliffhanger, but it's not.

Quick shout out to @jamestkirkish for betaing this for me! I love you and you are amazing! Any remaining mistakes are my own. And to the fabulous Sloan, for helping me out with Luke's handwriting! Enjoy 🧡

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

Relationship: Juke 💜

in the great scheme of life and ghosts

No matter how many times Luke insisted that she had been snooping through his things, Julie knew for a fact that she had done no such thing. In reality, she had simply been cleaning the studio when she came across it.

For three ghosts who didn't eat and could barely even touch anything most of the time, the boys sure knew how to make a mess. Every morning Julie would walk into the studio to find the chairs or coffee table rearranged, at least one of the rugs was always askew, and the clothes... the clothes were everywhere, and the worst part was: they reeked. 

And so every morning before leaving for school Julie would shoot them a stern look and tell them to pick up after themselves. Which they did - when she got back home, things were mostly in their rightful place. Still, every weekend Julie would make sure to take a moment away from homework and rehearsal to tidy the place up to perfection, just like her mom liked it. She'd dust off the furniture, water the plants, sweep the floor, and even vacuum the whole place. One Saturday when she was home alone (her dad photographing a wedding, and Carlos at a friend's house), she even went through the trouble of washing all of the guys' old clothes. 

Somehow, and she didn't even want to think about how that worked, the clothes didn't stink when they were actually wearing them, but at any other moment when they made no contact with their skin? Yeah... not good. So she washed them all (three times, using every trick and product she had). She washed them a fourth time for good measure and, by the time she was finished, any traces of twenty-five year old mold was gone, and so was the smell.

So no, she was not snooping - no matter what Luke said - when she came across the crumpled paper ball between the couch and the low cabinet, just behind a big vase her mom had gotten from tía Victoria.

Julie sighed, making a mental note to tell Luke to put his discarded ideas in the bin (again) if he didn't want them anymore, when one scribbled and wrinkled word caught her attention: Perfect Ha-

She bit her lip, staring down at the teasing word. Perfect what? Was it lyrics? Maybe half formed ideas? Doodles? Julie knew Luke liked to doodle in the margins of his notebook whenever he got stuck trying to come up with the next best piece of lyric or melody. She also knew she should probably just leave it alone, put it with his stuff to ask him later if he wanted to keep it, or put it in the garbage. Except the more she glanced down at that damn word, the stronger she felt it pull her towards uncovering whatever else the crumpled paper ball was hiding. 

In the end, the pull was too strong. She'd just take a quick look, make sure it wasn't anything important before she threw it away. And, she reasoned with herself, trying to squish the guilt that was making itself known in the pit of her stomach: Luke had gotten rid of it, so he clearly didn't care much for whatever was in there. 

Not able to resist any longer, Julie carefully unfolded the paper, slowly making her way towards the piano and using its surface as a table to help smooth the page over.

Luke's (horrendous) handwriting covered it with the bare bones of a song, random lines were scribbled in the margins with a couple of doodles for company, and even a little note from their bassist - ‘Reggie was here ;)’.

It took her a minute before the chicken scratches became words, and then Julie's breath left her in a rush, as the guilty feeling in her stomach turned into butterflies and flew away with her imagination. 

It was a song, parts of one, anyway, and - more importantly - it was a love song.

Unprompted, her own words came back to her, "Wow, Luke! I didn't know you were such a romantic." Quickly followed by Alex's short reply, "He's not."

She knew now who Unsaid Emily was really about, but these new words were clearly about a different kind of love. The romantic kind, and Julie couldn't help letting herself believe - just for a moment - that the song might be about her.

Before she could let herself be carried away in a daydream, there was a - now familiar - shift in the air, a sound almost like static, the only thing letting her know of a ghost's appearance. Without a thought, she crumpled the page again and shoved the paper ball in her pocket for later inspection. 

"Hey, Julie!" Reggie's cheerful greeting sounded across the studio from where he had poofed in, and soon - with his "help," bless him - Julie was finished with her weekend clean up. 

As if summoned by the end of her chores, Luke poofed in, ready to rehearse. Alex soon followed; and by the time Julie retired for the night, the song had been almost forgotten where it hid inside her pocket. 

Almost.

***

After getting ready for the night, Julie settled on her bed with the wrinkled page and her dreambox. She read over the words again and again, imagining they were about her.

Step into my world, 

Bittersweet love story about a girl 

Shook me to the core 

Voice like an angel, 

I've never heard before, 

- 

You and me together, it's more than chemistry 

- 

Love me as I am 

I hold your music 

Here inside my hands 

- 

You are my brightest burning star 

- 

We create Perfect Harmony.

And unless Luke had been singing with another girl, there didn't seem to be many options on who it could be about, right?

From the beginning, Julie had felt something connecting her to him; to all of them, in different ways. But Luke had been the one to give her a little piece of his soul right after meeting her when he let her use Bright to earn back her spot in the music program. Seeing his passion reflecting back on her, the way he treated music like she used to, made her miss it more than anything for the first time in almost a year. It made her miss the way it felt to use music to connect with her mom.

After they spent a whole weekend finishing each other's songs and working on new ones, getting to know each other's inner workings - the part of them that bled out feelings into paper to create beautiful melodies, Julie knew she was a goner. Finding out he'd been the one to write the words that shaped her taste in rock certainly didn't help. Like he'd been helping her find her way to music long before they even met.

Her crush on him had been inevitable from the start, and while falling for him was probably one of the worst things she could’ve done, it was too late to stop it. She'd been free falling for a while, and hopefully she'd land in his arms soon enough. Reading over his words again gave Julie a warm fluttering in her stomach that made her think he was more than ready to catch her once she reached the ground. 

Carefully folding the piece of paper, she put it inside her dreambox, then placed the box back on the shelf.

***

The following week went by without any hiccups. Every once in a while, Julie would remember Luke's song and a familiar warmth would fill her up, leaving a soft smile on her lips and glazed eyes staring off at nothing. Just as often, Flynn would have to shake her out of her daydreams.

She didn't think much would come of it until her dad decided to throw the band a party so he could film them and post their video on YouTube. Which was fine. Amazing, even. It was most certainly great! Until Luke came to the school, staring at her with his stupid, beautiful, awed eyes, and with his soft, perfect smile, saying things that made her combust and melt, all at the same time.

"I think you make me a better writer." 

    "I think we make each other better."

Calling Nick 'Luke' was bad enough, but slipping into a complete musical sequence as she danced with him? "Goner" didn't even begin to describe her. 

Like the other times they'd written together, the lyrics flowed through her, finishing the song he'd started with the same ease as one would take a breath.

Julie knew that whatever was going on between her and Luke couldn't happen or, if it did, it couldn't last. In fact, in the great scheme of life and ghosts, she didn't know much, but what she did know was that - be it in life or in death - love was constant. 

He didn't need to have a heartbeat or to be able to touch her for her to love him. He was just as real to her as the next person, and whether it would hurt in the long run or not, it didn't matter. 

She knew Flynn was only looking out for her, but that ship had sailed, and Julie was already so lost in his ocean eyes that avoiding eye contact wasn't going to bring it back. She would entertain her though, even knowing it wouldn't work. Just like the tide, eventually he'd pull her right back in.

She could love him just as he was, for however long they had together, and especially after that.

-

End notes: I hope you guys enjoyed it! And, if you'll notice, at the beginning it kind of gives off the impression that Luke eventually finds out about the song and Julie tells him how she found it. Which may or may not lead you to believe that they're in a relationship. I guess it all depends on interpretation though ;)

Oh, also! Shout out to the chaos squad folks that guessed right! You guys are no fun :( /j lmao

#RDD #23 by 23 challenge #fanfic #mine #jatp #jatp fic #julie and the phantoms #julie molina #luke patterson #juke #jukebox #julie x luke #fic recs

[enbysiriusblack]

(bears in trees, fresh concrete lyrics)

You stitch the seams in your cardigan and you call yourself brand new

Lily sat in the hills, stitching up their cardigan as she watched the plants around her bloom in the spring. They looked down at the letter she had been writing to Petunia, knowing she wouldn’t get a reply, and whispered 'incendo'. A new start, a new her, they were a brand new person. She wouldn't fall into old habits and rely on comforts from those who hurt her. brand new.

But reinvention don't work that way, it's death in the chest

Remus sat in the hospital wing, reading fiction instead of the assigned reading that was piling up. He imagined himself as the characters, as a new person, able to reinvent himself. But it only caused further ache, further pain. The only way to a new start was death, maybe he could reborn as someone better and happier and less broken.

And you've been searching so many notes in cursive

Mary sat in the hall, pieces of paper all around her covered in her cursive writing and loveheart 'i'. She was searching, searching for meaning and happiness and a way to express her thoughts to her friends. A way of expressing her thoughts to herself. Searching for what she should do, join the war or escape.

And yeah it hasn't worsened, yet solutions feel their furthest

Sirius sat in the astronomy tower, waiting for a brother that wouldn't come. They looked down at the ground, and to the pitch with their other brother flying around. Life hadn't worsened, there were good and bad, like normal. But no solutions to the bad, nothing to save them, to help, to fix the sadness and anger and misery.

There I was a multitude of feeling, fresh concrete in my mouth

Dorcas sat in the greenhouses, thinking and smoking. They felt strange, different feelings floated round. Happiness, sadness, anger, love, hatred, confusion. They felt pushed, a weight over them. It hurt, it hurt a lot. They had a destiny, but dorcas felt a feeling, like it shouldn't be fulfilled. but cement felt like it would run over them, fresh concrete stopping them from speaking out.

Smash the glass, whisper into screaming

Marlene sat in the girls bathrooms, writing to Dorcas. She heard whispering across the room. As she turned, she saw red lipstick on the mirror, the words "dyke creep" in big red across it, in Marlene’s shade. She rose up, her fist smashing the glass as her knuckes bled. The whispers turned to screams at the crack and sight of blood. Marlene smiled and kissed the broken mirror, a red lipstick stain underneath the words.

What do you have to be sad about?

Peter sat in the hidden tunnel, crawled up in a ball. He was sad, ze didn't know why. But they felt like crying, sobbing, shaking. Everything was too much, moving too fast, all the people, all the changes. But what did he have to be sad about? Zir friends has real issues, bigger problems and here he was, crying to himself in a tunnel.

Didn't realise happy wasn't healing

James sat in the qudditch pitch, he was happy. Very happy, he loved flying. He felt better, like all the issues had gone, they had dissappeared because he was happy, finally. But as he turned to go back to the castle, life hit him again. The happiness disappeared, replaced with those comfortable feelings of sadness and despair. He forgot happiness wasn't healing, that a moment of being happy didn't get rid of the everything wrong. It hit him like a rock.

#all the marauder characters being emotionally unwell <3 #because i am #anyway enjoy the angst and the marauders in bad places #its like 'im alone in my sadness and anger and no one else feels like this while my found family is doing the exact same as me' #my favourite <3 #marauders era #marauders

[misskittysmagicportal]

Cry Little Sister

(A Jack x Rin Drabble)

Word Count: 1618

Warnings: implied fem recv oral, mention of sexual abuse, abortion, angst

A/N: Even after some time with Jack, Rin Davies still has her secrets.

Rin rolled on her side and gingerly stepped on to the wooden floor. She was nude, but risked freezing to death in the stark cold of her bedroom to sneak to the shower. Her body ventured only a few centimeters before a strong forearm caught her around the waist. She could only squeal.

Rin was yanked back on to the bed where she feigned fighting against what pinned her down. She twisted and giggled, but they overpowered her. He was, despite how he seemed, incredibly strong.

“JACK!!” Rin half-whinged, but only half. The other half desperately tried to hide how bothered she was. The electricity that spread in her veins and arteries and nerves and traveled out to her fingers and toes and between her legs.

“RIN!” Jack mocked her. He bent to place a gentle kiss on her neck. Then her chin. He took his time and pecked and planted his lips all over face, forehead and ears.

“I have a shift in an hour! I need to shower and get my uniform out of the wash.” Each one of her words was punctuated by his kisses. Only a few she reciprocated.

“I keep telling you to quit your job and work with me.”

“You don't shit where you eat, Jack.”

“You keep telling me that. We wouldn't have to work at the same time. I trust you to run the shop alone.” He trailed down between Rin’s breasts and over her stomach. He lifted her back into an arch towards his mouth.

“Jack,” Rin found herself breathless.

There was no longer even water to float on let alone drown in when their bodies touched. It was a warm beach with soft sand like the one she visited with her brother Finch after university. Their only vacation.

Now Jack was like a vacation with an occasional cloud that passed through. And that was it, they only passed through. No bothering. No messages. Just passive specters who gave up eventually for another medium. Rin could sense them too like goose pimples up her spine. She was too worried about breaking Jack to ask if maybe together they could corporealize a ghost.

At this moment, Rin was unshielded. She unwittingly opens herself up like she did her legs as Jack’s tongue found its destination. He teased the outside of her sex with it; his hands held her defiant hips still. Then a memory passed to Jack as his mouth closed on her clit like a jolt.

Just a flash of a dingy waiting room, the smell of cleaning products and antiseptic hung in the air. Rin bolted upright, both from Jack's tongue inside and of the memory. That smell churned her stomach. The sheets gave way to the crinkle of paper and the delayed puff of cushioning on an exam table was the bed. Finch’s large hand clammy in her own as his impossibly blue eyes held her gaze. She was back but couldn't be.

Jack had rolled to lay face up. He held his head in his hands like Rin saw him do when they were sectioned. He started to knock softly at his temples, eyes shut tight. She had triggered him.

“No. No. Why’s it smell like hospital? Why did you do that?!” his voice at a near-bellow. “I don't want to go back. Not to that place when I was a kid. Don't make me go back!”

“Jack. Jack, it's ok! Jack!” Rin shouted over his outburst. She clutched his wrists to pull his fists away, but he resisted.

He was the immovable object to her unstoppable force, but Rin’s bare hands on his skin made Jack recoil from her for the first time. “Stop! Why do you have that in your head?!” His long body curled away from his girlfriend.

“Jack,” Rin spoke softly now. “That's not your memory. That's mine.” She tread with care and kissed his shoulder. Her hands refrained from touching him directly. “I was just so unguarded, that a door opened. I think I've been struggling to have this conversation with you so much, it came out of my subconscious.”

Jack reached behind himself and pulled Rin towards his back. He draped her arm over his body and began to trace the faint scars along the back of her hand. Instinct made Rin bury her face between his shoulder blades where her forehead came to rest. Jack sighed before he turned her hand over and traced the lines on her palm.

“Jack, I can't have kids.”

He was silent. Rin could feel him thinking, processing how to respond. He was so new to everything still, even after two years. Stability. Safety. Sex. Jack learned as he went. He faltered a lot, especially with the concept of Rin being tangible. He couldn't just take a drug or get drunk to make her disappear. Not that they did it much, but when they had a row, it was interesting to say the least.

“Does that upset you?” He kissed her knuckles.

“I think it used to, but I spent so much time with awful men or lost OR sectioned that I accepted maybe I did myself a favor? Not that I think you want them, but it's the first I've thought of it in years.”

“You don't want kids with me, love. Emma’s good, but she still got stuck with one like me.”

“Wouldn't want anymore of those kind, smart men in the world would we?”

“I'm not always kind.” It was matter of fact.

“To yourself.” Rin could sense him roll his eyes now. “I just didn't think someone would actually love me, so I put it off.”

“Rin what do you mean, did it yourself?”

“Do you want me to tell you?” She kissed the back of Jack's neck. “Or show you?”

“I guess it's only fair,” Jack sounded apprehensive.

But Rin didn't respond. She took her hands and placed them on Jack's face like she was covering his eyes with her palms. She relaxed her mind, unlocked it and melted into Jack with her memories.

The two of them sat side by side in a waiting room. The old plastic chairs in gold and rust and red with peeled paint on the walls felt more broken-down Fawlty Towers than a clinic of some kind. Jack's feet stuck to the linoleum floor and he rubbed his sweaty palms on his knees. He knew no one could see him, but wished he was in more than boxers.

Rin was young, younger than Jack had ever seen her. He never knew how dark and long her hair was as it hid her face. There was a bruise on her cheek. She cradled her stomach with one hand. The other held tight to a young man not much older. That had to be Finch.

They looked alike, except his eyes were unfathomably blue. Finch, Fin, had dark, straight hair that was a mess. He had his arm around her shoulder and was kissing her head and murmured something. Rin nodded and stared up at him with complete admiration. Then she spoke in Welsh. Welsh? How did Jack not know.

“Are you sure it'll be ok? They can't know Finch. He can't know. He wants Mama and Papa to sell me to him.”

“Like fuck,” Jack yelled. “Christ I thought my mum was bad. Never would've sold me to a paedo.”

“He can't buy you, Wren. You're sixteen. It's legal. I’ll fucking kill them first.”

“Too right you will!” Jack almost cheered.

He couldn't wrap his head around just knowing it was a friend. A family friend who knocked her up. Raped her, Jack was sure, and got her this way. Then it was all flashes. An exam table with stirrups and a nurse with nice eyes but witchy hands. A doctor who was smoking and tried his best. Rin cried and Fin’s lip bled from biting it. Jack looked away. Whoever said women were the fairer sex was a cunt.

“It went wrong after that,” Rin’s voice broke through the memory. “I got an infection in my uterus. They had to remove half of it, but my parents refused more. Punishment for my abortion. So I rebelled. Brilliantly until they fried my hands. I got labeled a nutter pretty quick, and they never spoke to me again. Finch did. He talked me into music and school and it went from there. In and out of psych in spite of it all. I lost Fin, found Roland then he left too. Then I found you, and YOU got lost.”

“Well I'm not lost anymore am I, duck?” Jack's term of affection for her. “I don't care about the baby part. I mean I do if YOU do. I'm just learning how to be human myself, so I'm not too keen on bringing smaller ones into the world right now.”

Jack turned over in Rin’s arms and nudged his nose along hers and face. “I love ya, though. Whatever you want, Aderyn.” He heard the way her brother called her in their native tongue. “But you haven't lost Finch either.”

Rin let her forehead rest on Jack's. “He died years ago.”

Jack rolled his eyes and waved his arm frantically around the room. “Hello! Remember what I'm good at?!”

“Wait, you can see Finch?” Tears spilled uncontrolled down her cheeks. She stuffed her knuckles in her eyes to prevent it.

“Yeah. Creepy looking right? Intense blue eyes, chiseled jaw, kinda wild black hair? Kinda short for a guy? Handsome, just weird.” Jack struggled to describe him accurately. “Why not give me your hands, and see what we can do together.”

So she did.

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#robert sheehan #jack #the messenger #jack x rin davies

[yuvon-writes-letters]

Hey Yu,

Here I am again.

Sorry again I took so long to answer, at least it was 3 days for me. I didn't really It wasn't [the next part is harshly blacked out, you can only make out the word 'problem' and three letters that seem to be 'M_AF']

I just hadn't had much time to answer. But I'm fine I guess. No new answers. [the sentence seems a little shaky] That sadly means nothing new from my Jake, either.

It's fine, thank you that you answered so truthfully now, really. I really appreciate it!

If you ever find the courage to tell us (if Rai reads the letters) about the inside of the north room, then do it. We want to help you (at least I do).

So there are ways out...But nothing you want to try and I can totally understand that. I mean, I wouldn't want to go in a room, created by an entity and filled with symbols of death either.

And even to protect the others, the price you'd need to pay..I fully understand yours and your Jakes' opinion!

I really hope I didn't miss anything..And hopefully I'll get your next letter. [This part seems to be a bit shaky again]

Lis Liska🐾🔥[the first try of the name is so shaky that it's almost unreadable]

Ps. Haha oups, it seems sometimes writing your own name is more difficult than you think :)

Here, too, is the real person behind Liska :) I think you already realised that I, too, now have some story for Liska that I really brought in. There is a reason I ignored your other letters, I still read 'em though! ^^ Like I already said my vacation started but I try to answer at LEAST once a day now. I also tried to make the time passing for Liska like our real time now, but it maybe doesn't always work with the story and less time I have :P AAAAND thanks guys! This is real fun!

Lis,

So, to be blunt, you didn't black out the entirety of what you wanted to in that first paragraph. Has the MWAF sent you another message, and did it have to do with these letters? You do not have to respond to this question. Vs lbh ner orvat jngpurq, qenj n fzvyrl jvgu na bcra zbhgu. (The first word is “if”.)

Hmm. It seems like this entity is cleverer than I am, if that idea didn't work. Not that that's hard XD

You’ll be able to talk to your Jake eventually. I promise. Even if I’m not the one to help you make it happen.

...Interesting. Rai JUST sent in another letter (it doesn’t sound like they’re doing so great :( ) and I JUST, in that letter, gave a more thorough description of the north room. Plus, I sent one earlier with an update on something going on with my Jake I think you might not have gotten either (we’re having a fight at the moment and I’m not speaking to him until I calm down a little.) Are you now missing letters...? I hope not. In any case, in hopes it gets back to you, I’ll

Huh. You know, instead of copying all that, I’ve got a dumb idea.

(There’s a ragged piece of paper obviously ripped out of something, with the paragraph on the north room from the last letter on it. It seems to be glued on with something vaguely amber colored. It’s bled through the paper in places, but everything is still pretty much legible.)

Hope that stays on in cosmic transit. Also, apparently, this knife can cut trees. Somehow. Eww, I have sap all over my hands now. I’ll try to keep any from dripping onto the page.

And, yes, my copy of the letter fucking regenerated. I don’t even know anymore.

I’m getting sidetracked.

Yeah, I am NOT paying that price. I might try to be a good person, but like hell am I being a martyr.

“Hopefully I’ll get your next letter”? Lis. Are you in danger? I don’t mean the constant “MWAF is threatening us” danger. Do you think you are ACTIVELY in danger? If you do something special I mentioned, cebonoyl abg vf ab naq ab vf lrf.

—A very concerned Yu

ps. Oh for fuck’s sake. The pen is stuck to my hand now.

(The letter tucks itself into the paper clip with the others. Luckily, it doesn’t stick to any of them.)

#duskwood letter game #yuvon writes letters #duskwood #duskwood game #duskwood everbyte #glad you're having fun :) #i am too #lis