#tw. tartarus

[dd122004dd]

The Elder Sister

Request: can I please request a Maggie (charmed) x sibling reader who goes to Tartarus instead of her and she’s really protective of the reader?

A/N: Well, requester, your wish is my command! (I'm trying to get through my requests, so sincere apologies that this is coming out so so late, but I'm trying) Also, she's the eldest sister of the charmed, like she's not part of the charmed trio but shes the first-born.

Warnings: fem!POV (Because I just learned that that needs to be in a trigger warning), Tartarus/hell, witches, yup thats about it.

The deal was done. The price set. One Harbinger in exchange for Harry. A fair price, an impossible price, yet one they were willing to pay. With the innocent-looking paint can in hand the Charmed ones and their eldest sister made their way to Dante’s workshop, their sights trained on a singular goal, the release of Harry Greenwood.

Dante’s workshop was unassuming in nature. A rather large lock store with an intimidating owner who had a rather macabre sense of humor. The warden of Tartarus was a fair demon, his loyalties were to Tartarus, which made him rather unbiased, an admirable trait for a demon. Yet, he hated being tricked. And the infamous Charmed ones had tricked him. A decision they’d soon regret.

Dante stood before the four witches, menacingly opening the gate of Tartarus, before grabbing Maggie. As he was about to throw the witch in, she stopped him using her whip, the metallic coils wrapping around his arm, immobilizing him, “Warden,” she said, her voice echoing through the small space as she approached the aggravated demon.

“You will not imprison this witch within Tartarus.”

“And who’ll stop me? You pay when you cheat Dante.”

“If it is payment you need, I will pay the price, I will go in her place,” she said as she entered Tartarus before anyone could stop her.

"No!" Maggie's cry echoed as the gates swiftly closed.

In a snap Dante broke free from his bonds, chasing the three witches away with the final words, “The Harbinger for her.”

~

Tartarus was hell, in all senses of the world, with its fire-y pit and the dragon guarding the cells, it’s hissed words taunting her, drawing forth insecurities that remained well-buried for decades.

"The eldest, the forgotten, the misfit, the worthless one," the dragon intoned, yet the most piercing was the epithet, "Uncharmed." A creature deemed worthless, forever neglected.

She was a mere burden to her sisters; she was of no use to the all-powerful ‘charmed’ ones. Her depressing thoughts echoed within her being as her body was wracked with pain from the scorpion’s stings.

Her world slowly grew darker as she sook respite from the pain, yet even her dreams were filled with poison. She sent a silent prayer to whoever was listening, wishing her sisters would rescue her as she drifted into a fitful sleep.

~

Maggie’s hands shook as she handed the unassuming paint can to Dante. His ring crackled against the rim as he chuckled, “This is the Harbinger all right!”

As he moved to claim the paint-can, Maggie pulled it away, “First, you have something that is ours. Harry and our sister. Return them and the Harbinger is yours.”

“Fine,” Dante grunted as he unlocked the gates, “But I can’t guarantee they’ll be in…. mint condition though.”

She stumbled through the gate with Harry leaning heavily against her.

She felt like she could finally breathe as fresh air filled her lungs. Looking at her sisters’ tears welled in her eyes as she took a staggering step towards them. Maggie rushed forward first, hugging her sister. Her voice cracked with emotion as she mumbled, “Never do that again.”

Their sweet reunion was short-lived as a voice spoke aloud, “Oh what a sweet reunion!”

Their heads swiftly turned towards the entrance as they saw Alastair Cain. “Good evening, everyone. You have something that belongs to me.”

~

The workshop crackled with magic as Alastair unleashed fire with a mere flick of his wrist. She watched her sisters, huddled together, cowering, panicking, wondering what to do. Protectiveness flared within her as she slowly crawled from behind the cabinet, screaming, “Captus aqua. Captus terra. Captus aere. Captus ignis,” as a shield slowly formed around the fire-y demon.

“You think a measly shield will hold me, witch?” He spat in disgust as his flames grew more powerful with his anger. He unleashed more fire at the shield, till it formed tiny cracks.

She felt the strain on her magic as the demon ripped her shield down, layer-by-layer till she could feel him slowly break to the surface.

Turning to her sisters she tearfully said, “GO! Get out of here! I can’t hold him for much longer.”

“No! We’re not leaving you again,” Maggie said, desperation in her eyes.

“I’ll always be with you, Mags. All of you. Now go,” she said as she turned to the demon once more as he tore apart her magic with his flames. Her sisters dragged Harry out of the workshop quickly as she stared the demon down. She could almost feel the sweltering heat as he burned through the shield till there was nothing left.

She stumbled back from the force of his attack as he stepped towards her, his shoes echoing against the floor, “This. Is for your insolence,” he said, conjuring a ball of fire within his palm as he menacingly raised his hand. She closed her eyes, willing everything to end quickly as the thought crossed her mind, ‘At least my sisters are safe.’

She heard a scream in the distance as a violet light flashed behind her eyelids. She opened her eyes to see her sisters standing protectively before her as they conjured a shield with their collective powers, pushing against Alastair’s flames till he discorporated, escaping the Charmed ones.

They swiftly turned towards their eldest sister, huddling around her as she slumped against them, finally within the embrace of safety as she heard Mel whisper, “Thank you for protecting us.”

“Always,” echoed Macy and Maggie. She smiled slowly as her vision slowly darkened, the exhaustion and exertion of her powers caught up to her.

~

She awoke with a start, expecting to see the large green-eyed dragon yet she was pleasantly greeted with the familiar walls of her room. Her soft mattress sunk under her weight as she laid down once again, nuzzling into the sheets as her body relaxed.

“You’re up!” she heard a chirpy voice say from the door. She opened her eyes, seeing Maggie, her youngest sister, her favorite.

“Mags,” she whispered.

“I got you some hot chocolate. It’s in your favorite mug too!” she said excitedly as she approached the bed, carefully placing the cup of thick hot-chocolate on her bedside table. She sat on the bed, talking a moment to look at her sister before she broke the silence, “Never do anything like that ever again,” she said with a lump in her throat as tears welled into her eyes, “I wouldn’t know what to do if I lost you.”

She looked at her younger sister with affection as she slowly pulled her into a hug, softly reassuring her sister that she wouldn’t be parted from her, “Mags no one’s taking me away, not if I can help it. They’ll have to claw me out of your grasp before that ever happens,” she cuddled her sister closer as the two laid on her bed, reminiscing on their shenanigans while sipping hot chocolate. After a while Mel and Macy joined too, forming a small circle as they traded stories with each other, some exaggerated, some not and in that moment, wrapped in her comfortable blanket and enveloped in the comforting presence of her sisters she finally thought, ‘This is where I belong. This is home.’

Taglist: @iobsessoverfictionalmen

#charmed 2018 #charmedmagic #maggie vera & reader #Maggie Vera x reader #Maggie Vera #charmed reboot #mel vera #macy vaughn #tw. tartarus #witch!reader #elder sister!reader

[snoelledarts]

For requests! How about percabeth in Tartarus!

Do you ever think about the little conversations they would have? What they would think or say when they managed to get just a little bit of rest? Because I do.

Anyways, I decided I wanted to draw some TV Show percabeth since I haven’t yet, and made myself sad in the process.

#percy jackson #pjo #pjo tv show #annabeth chase #percabeth #pjo hoo toa #snoelledarts #snoelledasks #tw blood #tw bruises #none of those kids deserved Tartarus #literally terrifying #Rick why

[black-and-yellow]

#maybe i'm very fixated on the torn face headcanon i'll never tell #loudspeaker has stitches on his cheeks from tearing his mouth in the final battle #which means he can't speak for a while as it heals which is why he's considered safer #so he has more time before his trial to make things right (as much as he can) with everybody #before he gets put in Tartarus for a while or whatever idk #it all makes sense now #anyway read Inside #bnha #hizashi yamada #present mic #mha #loudspeaker au #villain!mic #tw blood #cw body horror #i guess it counts as body horror #idk better safe than sorry

[yonemurishiroku]

Provided that Percy nearly killed Anklys in Tartarus and Nico did kill at least one soul off-Tartarus, I say Nico should be allowed to go batshit crazy and commit the second (third? Eh) murder now that he’s back.

#he’s alr batshit crazy on Earth u expect him to be normal in Tartarus? what the frink? #nico di angelo #percy jackson #yone rambling #the sun and the star #tsats #the sun and the star: a nico di angelo adventure #pjo #riordanverse #tw murder #tw violence

[decarbry]

Is there anything you could say to yabureme to get him seriously distressed immediately?

images moments before disaster

#boku no hero academia fanart #eraser head #nomu aizawa #Yabureme Aizawa AU #shouta aizawa #it's mic talking btw #I took this a bit literally and chose an actual comic moment from way in the future #so... #Yabureme Spoilers #the first morning Yabureme wakes up in Tartarus (second capture) after intake and he's alone in his cell with Mic #who tries to (gently) explain to him why his eye hurts more than it did before #pal... my dude... my amnesia husband.... Dabi literally destroyed your eye and it had to come out I'm sorry #and Yabureme immediately realizes that he can no longer protect Shigaraki at full capacity #even though it's arguable that that part of his life is over... the programming won't let him acknowledge it yet #so he panics #and reacts badly #tw eye strain #but basically the short answer to this question is... implying that he can't fulfill his duty #it's not even a conscious distress but a... survival one? #like. your whole self realizing that your purpose cannot be fulfilled before your brain does. so your body reacts faster #panic attacks? lashing out? yeah... #first session of therapy starts a few days after this incident SKDFGKSDFG

[honkygay]

SPOILERS FOR THE SUN AND THE STAR (NICOS FIRST TRIP TO TARTARUS SECTION)

okay drew a silly little comic on nicos first time in tartar sauce hope y’all like it (also nyx’s text is hard to read on purpose but if anyones curious i took the lines directly from the book so if u must know the lines its in the tartarus flashback section)

#honkygaydraws #pjo #nico di angelo #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #the sun and the star #tsats #tsats spoilers #the sun and the star spoilers #niccolo di angelo #nyx goddess #hypnos god #tartarus #comic #cw eyes #tw eyes

[hideousvoid]

Requesting Rollo simply preying upon the reader. He just guilt-tripping them for having lustful thoughts and the only way that the reader can be cleansed is to well, admit of their sins and *insert nsfw*. Can the reader be male or gn, up to you

Prey of desire

"you can't hide no more your sins, accept your faith and let me purify your disgraceful mind"

reader: gender male

warnings: guilt-tripping, degrading, smut, obsession, stalking and more.

・゜゜・┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °

You were there in front of the cause of your problems, same ones that didn't let you think without feeling dirty. Rollo's gaze was strong but tired on yours, was he aware of your thoughts? The way you couldn't help but touch yourself at night while imaginating about him? Every little move he did always made your fantasy go wild, his hands even when Rollo was holding the napkin. His soft lips with the hot breath coming out of it, too many things had an effect on you. Still wondering if he was doing it on purpose or not, the third-year was obsessed by purity and faith, those were the only things that were stopping you from doubting.

You were supposed to admit your actions to the grey-haired man so calling him to your room was a great option, at night when no one could interrupt you two and find out about the secrets. Too much time passed since the silence was dominating the room, broken by the voice of the other man. "So? Are you going to tell me what you did or not? I won't wait any longer." Rollo was right, so you took a big breath and finally talked " I've been dreaming about you recently, not only at night but even all day, it's not easy to explain. Not any type of fantasy, a lustful one that makes me feel dirty to the bone. I'm sorry for what my mind makes me imagine, I want your forgiveness and a help"

This time he was the one that went silent, oh poor little (y/n), you didn't expect him to know the whole thing, did you? The flames told him everything, let him see any move you did in the room while you were in the dark. Almost a night routine, you sitting on the bed only wearing your underwear as your dominant hand was around your cock stroking it, the other one touching your chest or in your mouth to cover the noises. His name coming out of your mouth as a wave of pleasure hit you, your back arching while cumming. Why didn't you admit that part huh? Too scared of his reaction?

"I didn't expect you to be a whore, didn't you learn anything? Look at you, drooling over me as I do nothing wrong, don't you feel a disgusting pervert? Get on your knees and beg for forgiveness, I want to see if you are truly sorry for your actions" his voice was severe and harsh, you did as he ordered and kneeled in front of him. A blush covered your face as you tried to get him right, a smirk appearing on Rollo's lips as you started to stammer. Too close, you could see that he was hard or maybe it was your imagination, too difficult to get what was real and not. Hopefully the tall man interrupted you with a nice option "I forgive you this time, though we have to fix this problem of yours. What if it becomes real? I think it will disappear once it gets fulfilled. I decided, get up and do as your wish for tonight, let me see what you dreamt about."

After saying that Rollo opened his legs and put his hands slightly between his back, leaving you free access to his body. You jumped on him like his body was a full meal, licking his neck while rapidly taking off all his clothes. Leaving dark hickies on that pale skin, your hands exploring his bare chest with greed, your cold skin on his boiling one. Slowly your lips slided to his nipples, licking and biting as your hands grabbed firmly his thighs squeezing them between your fingers. A heavy and desperate breath coming out of his trembling mouth, pulling your hair while asking for more like a little slut. Wetting two fingers you started to tease his hole, slowly inserting them and taking them out, just to hear him ask for more. Too desperate to wait more you took your pants off and immediately started to devour him, fucking him without any shame, your hands around his throat while slamming in him. Who was in control? Rollo as he was 'purifying' you or you swallowing his whole 'purity'? It wasn't the time for thinking, to keep your voice down you repeatedly bited his neck to let go off some adrenaline. Cumming in him with a deep moan, the third-year almost screaming as pleasure hit him hard as a rock, he loved every drop of it. Wrapping himself around your body tight enough to prevent you from moving away from him, now you were only Rollo's property. After many seconds he let out his last words before deciding to rest.

"if you ever need to confess your sins again, come immediately to me and we'll solve it together."

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst smut #rollo flamm #tw guilt tripping #tw degradation #tw obsession #tw stalking #love thanatopsis #loving tartarus

[imaginarypasta]

i’ve been trying to get through hoh for literally like a week now but it’s so hard bc the way my fave nico is treated is absolutely ABYSMAL and i know it only gets worse

#personal #even hazel being like ‘yeah he’s hard to get along with’ or whatever she said #every single non-tartarus perspective has had at least one reference to this #and like i understand the reasons it’s not that it’s that it highlights this issue i have with a lot of the characters in that series which #is that i don’t like them. and that’s so different for me bc i actually usually find that my two favorite characters in anything are the tw #that don’t like each other? unrelated to that dynamic usually mostly but still within it #but that’s not even what the dynamic is yk. #and it’s just the whole thing overall like in the last book there was one part where these two characters who are supposed to be good #friends are separated and one makes a comment about how annoying (or something along those lines) she finds the other which. #i’m vaguely aware of what happens in toa so i think you could argue something about that but read on its own bc i don’t want to make that #argument without fully grasping where her character goes #it just kinda reinforces this… vibe to the whole series that was not nearly as present in the first series of like. really overemphasized #like gender roles/heterosexuality/etc. i can’t think of the word to use to describe it. i’ve seen other ppl talk about the parts that add u #to the whole that i’ve seen but never synthesize them. and it really varies between actually insidious and simply not my taste which is par #of the reason i hesitate to make a full critique out of it. but suffice to say i really don’t like it #with that being said the pacing of this book is really good and i am compelled to finish based on the themes i do find interesting #autonomy being a huge one #but anyway those are my thoughts on it after a few days of a break. i’ve been playing a video game instead :3 but i start work on wednesday #sooo i won’t have as much free time boo #looking back maybe ‘insidious’ is a very strong word for it. i’m talking about like when percy complains about the bag and similar moments

[justaz]

after tartarus, percy and annabeth never fully recovered/healed physically.

annabeth walks with a limp.

the acidic air (and poison in percy’s case) took a toll on their stamina and lungs. they can’t run for as long as they used to and they can’t speak for a long time or at a high volume without coughing fits or breaks.

their voices are way more hoarse than before from drinking the fire water (and coughing so much). like just permanently raspy.

annabeth has wonky vision, like she can still see but not as clearly or sharply as before.

percy has sensitive ribs. a gentle poke and he’ll flinch away and bring his hand up to cover the spot that was just touched in pain. one good hit there can have him on the floor for a few good seconds, in pain for longer.

this one doesn’t make sense (bc even tho they were in a dark place it doesn’t mean it permanently changed their eyes but idc), but i feel like their eyes are more sensitive as well. like i feel like they take longer to adjust to shifts in lighting and bright light stings more than it usually would.

i know this has been brought up, but with all the stress and trauma of tartarus, it’d be kind of interesting to see that with annabeth having little to no chance of getting pregnant and carrying to term. it would give them a hurdle in their relationship further down the road as it was mentioned a few times in HOO (and that one short story) that they were planning on having kids way down the line. maybe them trying but after a couple miscarriages, they turn to adoption and become the family they envisioned in their late teen/early twenty years.

#percy jackson and the olympians #heros of olympus #percabeth #tartarus #headcanon #percy in tartarus #annabeth in tartarus #annabeth chase #percy jackson #healing #post tartarus #i just don’t think they walked away from that with perfect health #idc about the river healing them or bob healing them or damasen healing them #or nectar and ambrosia healing them #idc idc idc #obviously there’s also mental things going on #i was focusing more on the physical side of things #tw miscarriage

[6-2-aestheticsofhate]

The fact that the King Sisyphus page on the fandom wiki had people speculating about incest of all fucking things bothers me so much. Even after Hakita said he based Sisyphus off of the Albert Camus book more than the actual mythology that part is still up. There is zero indication that Ultrakill Sisyphus raped his niece, let alone HAS a niece, unlike his Greek mythology counterpart. Whats the point of that being on the wiki? It's not canon information, and serves no purpose other than maybe triggering incest survivors.

#incest tw #rape tw #im not sure if the people running the wiki changed it but now it says 'this is another thing that separates sisyphus from his #mythological counterpart'. im pretty sure that part wasnt there before and just outright said his #mythological counterpart violated his own niece and thats part of why zeus sent him to tartarus #and im still not fucking happy about it. we could maybe NOT have non canonical triggering information on a characters wiki maybe? #we dont NEED to hear about how thankfully tyro killed her inbred children on a fucking shooter game wiki maybe?

[everythingwasalreadypicked]

Soo we were talking about an au where Alabaster also died and went straight to Tartarus in the TA server :)

Alabaster laid limply on his back, hot dark asphalt digging into his wounds, the melted parts clinging to his torn clothes from the opening his broken armour gave. His whole body was aching, his head pounding. His magic was long spent to it's barest slivers and Zeus was still droning. "–have been found guilty of high treason, attempted regicide, use of child soldiers–" Oh yes, never mind the fact he was 15. They never looked at the mirror, did they? He would've loved to chuck his sword to the god. Unfortunately his sword was now a puddle of bronze 2 feet away from him. "–destruction of property, destruction of holy property, murder, attempted murder–" Alabaster threw a dirty look. How dare they talk about murder, when he was the one surrounded by the corpses of his siblings that they murdered! They were kids, just kids and now they would never got to grow up. "–refusal of surrender and various other war crimes. Any words for yourself?" Any other occasion he would've laughed that he brought the 'mighty' king of the gods to his feet. Any other occasion other than him laying at a scene of mass slaughter and the god looming over him in a perceived display of power. Alabaster was not going to give him the satisfaction, he wasn't afraid, he wasn't going to beg like Zeus hoped. That would be unbecoming of Kronos's general. His trembling was a result of his anger. He looked at the god's smug smirk, mustered every bit of strength left in him and— Spat at Zeus’s feet. Zeus quickly withdrew his foot, his lips turning downwards in displeasure. A hint of satisfaction bloomed in Alabaster's chest in his reaction, which got tampered when the smirk returned to the god's face. "Very well," Zeus sneered, "your mother has begged for your life." That made his heart skip a beat. "It was vetoed against by the collective council of Olympus. We simply cannot allow you to corrupt anyone else. As my position as the ruler of the gods allow, I declare–" Alabaster couldn't hear the rest because of the increased ozone and the crackling ion in the air. He could feel his hairs standing up, every inch of him screaming danger, the scars on his body tingling. The ringing of his ears reminded him of being submerged in water and all he could do was simply keep his head above water, something he had experienced personally thanks to Perseus Jackson. Funnily enough, he had been surrounded by corpses that time, too. He glanced to Zeus’s face. There was an uncomphrensible glint in the god's eyes mixed with disdain, as if Alabaster was nothing more than a mere bug he wanted to squash. "Fuck you." Alabaster mouthed. A blinding flash of light was the last thing he saw.

#famous last words #Hecate is pissed btw #She's pulling a 'plagues' on Camp Half-Blood #Because nearly all her children are dead :] #Sucks to be the campers in this au #They now have to struggle with the fact their magic barrier is gone on top of the Romans and the Giants+Gaea #Lou Ellen has to deal with the outcome #Zeus messed up fr fr #pjo #alabaster torrington #zeus pjo #percy jackson #And you know which couple goes to Tartarus one(1) year later #Percabeth!!! #Yk the guy that Al hates #death tw #this is titled “Al effing dies” in my drafts for everyone's information #dead Al in Tartarus au

[emmaartdispencer]

‘Ten of Swords’

#the outer worlds #outer worlds #phineas welles #phineas vernon welles #tarot #inquisition tarot #ten of swords #phineas and his terrible horrible very bad no good day in tartarus #ow spoilers i guess #for bad ending #tw blood #tw sui #tw gun image #i am very sorry for this being so sad ill do something happier next time

[poemsandcake]

Foul Darlings

Bruises kissed my skin,

Fingers gripping my waist like a vice,

Leaving red marks as we swayed.

My Orpheus would not turn around,

I know.

Hands danced toward my throat,

It is not Tartarus’s fault.

Should Eros not have worked harder?

I still love him.

He’ll kill you eventually, they shout,

At least I won’t die alone, I mumble.

At least I won’t die alone.

#I’ve decided to start a poetry side blog :) #tw abusive relationship #poetry #original poem #poem #writing #greek mythology #orpheus #tartarus #foul darlings #poemsandcake #love and hate #love quotes #love #hate

[significant-ace-nnoyance]

absolutely sobbing bc wtf why is it them

#BYLER #byler byler byler #is it too much to say this is also a percabeth parallel bc its on a percabeth tartarus playlist #the song is you&me by james TW #go listen with byler in your mind if you want to get emotionally wrecked <333 #YOU DONT EVEN REALIZE #I ALWAYS FORGET THAT YOU CANT READ MY MIND #SO WHY DID I LET YOU WALK OUT THE DOOR #I COULD JUST LIST EVERY LYRIC BC EVERY SINGLE LINE IS LITERALLY THEM

[lesinquietes]

Imagine Shigaraki forcibly taking you as his pet and everyone in the League is kinda chill about it — except Spinner.

Tw; abusive behaviour, angst, kidnapping, noncon (implied), yandere

—

The others don’t notice the little things he does. They don’t see the marks peeking out beneath your sparse clothing, or the haunted expressions that overtake you when you think no one’s paying attention. He does, though; he blames his perceptive nature.

Unfortunately, noticing these sorts of things are conflicting when the root of the problem is his friend. On one hand, he wants to support Tomura’s pursuits. He’s always believed them to be noble, even if they’ve diverged from rationality. Spinner would proudly declare him a close confidant. On the other, he knows that Stain wouldn’t do something like this to a civilian, and didn’t he enter the League under the premise that he would uphold his ideals? It’s conflicting. But the more he watches Shigaraki traumatize you, the more he realizes he’s condoning something terribly wrong.

So, what does he do? Try to reason with his boss, of course. It’s not like he has any other viable options.

He catches Tomura leaving the dining room one evening. It’s perfect. Everyone else is either asleep or away. The conversation seems to go well at first; then, it takes a spin into the dark side.

It turns out AFO was the one who told him to capture you, that your purpose is stress relief so he can operate the League. Tomura makes it clear that something big is going to happen soon. Things are going to change. He knows what he does to you — how he takes his frustrations out on your mind and body — may not be just, but it’ll help them achieve their goal of overthrowing hero society.

For a moment, Spinner asks himself if the ends justify the means. He ponders what Stain would say, if he were here instead of locked away in Tartarus. Would he say there’s a better way? Would he propose a cleaner execution to achieve the objective?

But Shigaraki is his own man. As much as he wants to compare the two, it’s unjust and incomplete of him. He chooses to trust Tomura’s judgement, even though his gut directs him otherwise.

He’s tries to ignore your whimpers at night, and whenever Tomura gets a bit too rough with you in a tense meeting. He tries to turn a blind eye to the way you glance anxiously around the room of villains, searching for someone who gives a damn — all you get in return is the likes of Dabi leering at you. But what he finds the most difficult to deflect is when you sob as Tomura drags you away, no doubt to his bedroom for a few hours to diffuse his souring mood.

#minors dni #tw noncon #yandere shigaraki #yandere tomura shigaraki #yandere shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x reader #spinner #shuichi iguchi #stain bnha #akaguro chizome #afo bnha #dabi bnha

[bluegreykim]

sally's boy [post-tartarus, percabeth]

cw & tw for angst, ptsd, suicidal thoughts, unhealthy attachment

post hoo! sally's perspective.

sally doesn't know what to do with them, but she can't say anything. she turns a blind eye with an aching heart every time she hears the balcony door swing open in the middle of the night, annabeth's footsteps soft because she's trying not to be heard.

the first time she noticed it happened percy had been home for two days. it's three in the morning when she hears a muffled scream from her son's room, and she hurls herself out of bed, something primal welling up inside her as she runs for her boy, her lovely, traumatized, beautiful--

it's not percy who was screaming. she jerks to a stop right outside his door (two months later, when it's still happening, sally will call it their door) and gingerly waits as she hears voices, shaking and hoarse, from inside.

"--safe, beth," she hears percy whisper, over and over with the thickness and depth of someone who knew what unsafe really was like. his voice is strained, like he's trying not to cry. "i love you, i love you, shh, love, i love you, i love you--"

and sally claps a hand over her mouth to muffle her own sob as she hears what annabeth retorts with, like the daughter of a goddess can't help it, like the grisly words are ripped brutally from her throat. "i should've died, i should be dead, you should have let me die, percy, i want to--"

and percy cries, then, an ugly choking sound that annabeth mirrors, and sally can picture them grabbing onto each other, gripping each others' forearms and ignoring the nails that dig into skin. the mattress creaks like they've pressed together, too aware of what would happen if they were ever apart.

then it's muffled again, like they've thrown a blanket over themselves, but sally has heard enough.

it hurts, the next morning, when percy drags himself into the kitchen and blinks blearily at her. he blushes a little at the two coffees that sally has set out, but takes them both with a grateful half-smile. he says nothing, but kisses sally's cheek and accepts a scrunch of his hair before he disappears back down the hallway. he has scratches up his forearms that weren't there yesterday (sally always knows).

it hurts more to think that this is the best sally can do. make two cups of coffee and tousle her son's hair when she doesn't even know what happened to him, other than it was horrible and so terribly other.

so she turns a blind eye, heart heavy, salt drying on her cheeks, limbs aching from a newfound weariness she feels guilty for even having. sally pretends she doesn't know that every night, annabeth heaves her broken body over the balcony railing to come cry in tandem with her broken son.

#percabeth #percabeth angst #post tartarus #complex ptsd #percabeth fanfic