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bubbbii · 11 months

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..Princess?

title : …Princess?

pairing : Jungkook x reader

genre : kpop smut, jungkook smut, dirty content

warning : friends to lovers, doggystyle, name calling, degrading, daddy kink, choking, multiple orgasms, spanking, fingering, blowjob, handjob, spitting, sucking out, hickey kink, very dirty content

summary : she’s still stuck on her and her best friend’s magical night the night before, can’t believe he took control over her. Y/n stands on her ground tonight and confronts Jungkook for what happened. But one thing led to another, and she can’t help but fall into the same trap again…princess? Jungkook didn’t think so.

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The others went out to get food and shopping, telling the two who was stuck to the couch for an hour and a half that decided to stay back. Well, one of them decided to stay back. Y/N’s house, they were staying at for the weekend. Jungkook, who decided to stay back to stay with Y/N…both of them, remembering the night before all of this was planned. Both of them were itching to talk about it. And Y/N went first.

“Ok, we need to talk about last night” “What about it?” “Jungkook! Come on! I can’t be the only one who’s wondering what happens next!?” Jungkook chuckled, pausing the tv series and looked at Y/N in her eyes. “What? What do you wanna talk about baby hm? What could we possible talk about?” Y/N scoffed, huffing at the nickname she heard. “D—Don’t..don’t call me that” “Oh really? Last night said otherwise” “And this is why I wanted to talk about it! You and..seducing me! I don’t understand!” Jungkook smirked, chuckling again as he scooted closer to y/n. He looked at her, snaking his hand down his inner thigh.

“H-Hey..hey, no. What are you doing? Why are you so close” Jungkook could tell she liked it, despite her pride. Y/N liked it for sure..but she didn’t like the fact Jungkook could see through her, the only person who didn’t follow her around. He didn’t fall for her..she fell for him. And that was only because Jungkook didn’t treat her like a princess like everyone else did, he treated her like she was his own..and that’s what y/n liked, but didn’t like.

And that made Jungkook like her for sure.

“What’s wrong? You wanted to talk about it, so talk” “I just - why do I have to be the one to beg? A-And chase you!? You’re different-“ “And you don’t like that. Well baby sometimes there’s gotta be a someone who teaches you that you can’t be bossing everyone around, nor..act like you’re a princess. And that someone was me” Y/n gulped, feeling his hand massage her thigh as it crossed over his leg. “N-No, it’s not fair..this isn’t fair - I am a princess! And i deserve to get treated as so!” “True..but you won’t be bossing me around” Y/n huffed, rolling her eyes a little.

“Well i have all of the boys swoon over me, it can happen for you too” Jungkook chuckled, making y/n get taken back. “What-“ “You’re cute sweetheart..but that shit don’t work with me” Y/n sighed, knowing it wouldn’t on him. “By the way..you looked very gorgeous sucking my cock” Y/n scoffed at Jungkook’s say. “I did not! No!” “Oh let’s be real..you loved getting eaten out by me” Y/n poked her cheek with her tongue, not denying the fact.

It was the truth after all.

Y/N couldn’t get enough of Jungkook, and vice versa as they stared at each other. “Just kiss me already what are you waiting for!?” Jungkook scoffed, smirking as his eyes were still on her. “That’s not how you ask baby” “Don’t make me beg! Why are you making me beg!?” “Maybe because you don’t know your godamn manners” Jungkook responded softly, raising an eyebrow at her. “..no, please” Jungkook gave her that look. That look…makes her fall every time.

“..please?” He smirked, kissing her, feeling her immediately respond, moaning at the contact. They kissed for a while, not getting enough until Jungkook broke it. “Good hm?” “No..no - why are you doing this to me!?” Y/n fought, standing up as she stood in front of him. Jungkook sighed, rolling his eyes as he leaned back on the couch, his legs spreading apart normally. “Doll” “I mean - why can’t you just beg for me!? Why am I the one being token advantage of?” “Babe-“ “Like why?! You’re acting so different I don’t understand!” Jungkook looked at y/n, seeing her clear her throat and straighten herself.

“Ok..I see” Jungkook slowly nodded, making y/n whine and throw her head back. “I just don’t get it!” Jungkook chuckled, smiling at her cuteness. “Come here” Y/n followed, jungkook pulling her down on his lap. Jungkook made her feel at ease, looking up at her. “You do realize..that sex, just means more to me right?” “Well..all of those other girls meant something to you!” “No..every girl was a distraction from you” y/n blinked, her mouth parting. “So how about this. We’re not thinking about, who can fall in first. We aren’t thinking about none of that. We’re gonna think about us, right now. Ok?” Jungkook whispered, his hands traveling up her thighs and to her ass.

Y/n sighed, finally letting go of her pride and nodded as Jungkook kissed up her neck and to her naked shoulder. Y/n started to feel a little desperate, rolling her hips a little. “W-What about the others?” “Don’t worry, they won’t be here until..another hour or so” Jungkook assured her, kissing her making her immediately respond as her hands went through his long black locks. Jungkook’s hands were gripping y/n’s hips and took control over them, rolling them in a circular motion. “F-Fuck..oh my god” “feel that? Feel that hard cock hm?” He made her hips go faster, making y/n’s moans progress as her pussy managed to create a wet patch on her shorts.

“Mmh..kook-“shh it’s ok I know, I know that pussy’s soaked. She’s soaked isn’t she” he slapped her ass, making y/n jolt at the move. She nodded, speechless at the pleasure she was feeling from beneath her. “I cant..I can’t take it - shit!” Jungkook flipped the two of them over. Jungkook now hovering over her and kissed down her neck and collarbone again, creating hickeys and love bites. He tore her shirt, her shorts, only leaving her with matching bra and panties. “JUNGKOOK!” “I’ll buy you more calm down princess”

Y/n hummed at the nickname, quickly covering her mouth as Jungkook looked at her with an eyebrow raised. “What-“ “You’ll buy me more, good” Jungkook smirked, his fingers playing with her soaked pussy as he rubbed up and down. “You like that princess?” Y/N moaned at the name, getting her more wet than she already was. “Yess, yes i love it..fuck” jungkook ripped the panties as well, throwing the item on the floor before sticking 2 fingers inside. “Mmmh fuck yes yes yes yes - kook!” “You’re doing great baby girl take them for me” Jungkook scissored his fingers like nothing, hearing y/n’s moans and whines fill the room.

“Fucking shit - i’m not gonna last long. I’m not gonna last long” “You wanna come for me? How do you wanna come baby” Y/n whined, throwing her head back at the pleasure she was feeling. “You know…you loved my mouth last night, you came almost too quick” Jungkook said cockily, taking out his fingers and sucked them clean before getting on his knees. Jungkook pulled y/n closed to him, her legs over the muscular shoulders of his before making eye contact with her.

“Look at me, and don’t look away” He sternly instructed, and dug in her pussy, still keeping the eye contact. “Fuckkk kook! Oh my god - it feels so good, your tongue!” “Stop squirming princess” He muffled out, eating her out like it was his last meal on earth. The eye contact was still held as he vigorously sucked her pussy, the moans and whimpers and whines filling his ears. He loved it. “I’m gonna come.. i’m gonna come - jungkook!” “Come for me baby” Jungkook focused on a specific spot and never stopped, keeping the same pace and y/n came on his face, keeping her body still as it jolted at the orgasm she was having.

“Ooh good girl, that’s a good girl for me” Jungkook whispered, sucking all of her juices before backing away and placed his hand on it. “You’re still wet angel?” “F—For you, only for you” “that’s right glad you know” Jungkook’s hand slithered up her neck, gripping it as she felt kissed on her cleavage and exposed parts of her bra. Jungkook un clipped it with ease and saw the hard nipples that the bra was hiding. “Who’s bitch are you?” “I’m your bitch..I’m daddy’s bitch” “oooh that’s right good job” he kissed on her chest lightly, making hickeys here and there and finally took the nipples in his mouth.

He gave them a bit of love, taking his precious time with both of them before bringing his cock out of his pants and boxers. Y/N loved when he stroked it in front of her, her pussy clenching for dear life as she wanted nothing but for him to fuck her brains out. “You want it?” “I want it” “How bad you want it?” “Badly daddy please, fuck me until i’m..fucking numb” “mh pleasure” he smirked, sticking it inside of her.

Oh what did she get herself into.

“Fuck that pussy tight. That pussy clenching on me not letting go huh?” Jungkook rammed into her, his pace steady as his hips snapped against her making his cock hit all of the right places. Y/n gripped the muscular arms, trying to keep her noises in..even though it was hard as hell too. “Don’t fucking keep your noises from me” Jungkook slapped her thigh not giving a care in the world if it hurt or not just to hear her squeal at the hard slap she received. “FUCK! Oh my god - Jungkook! JUNGKOOK!” “There you go im fucking that pussy good aren’t I? I’m fucking that pussy like she deserves it. My princess deserves getting that pussy fucked doesn’t she”

Y/! moaned and whined at the dirty words, noticing it went straight to her throbbing pussy that clenched more around him. “Stop clenching me like that - fuck” His pace quickened, the skin slap heard loud and clear as jungkook’s hand never left y/n’s throat. The grip got tighter, y/n’s moans turned into choked out moans and jungkook loved to hear it. “You-You’re so big in me…I feel like coming again” “Oh you wanna come again yea?” Jungkook stopped, turning her around and propped her hips so she was doggy styled.

“You’re gonna fucking come” Jungkook slapped her ass making y/n whine at the slaps. “And you’re gonna come remembering who’s fucking bitch you are understand?” “Y-Yes!” “Yes what!?” Jungkook slapped her ass again making her squeal out. “Yes daddy! Y—Yes daddy i’ll come for you” “Good girl, now make it happen” Jungkook fucked her vigorously with no mercy shown, doing low moans himself as his ears got filled with Y/N’s loud and pleasurable ones. “I’m getting close, daddy i’m getting close - fuck!!” Y/n yelled out, clenching the couch below her. Jungkook pulled her hair, making her look all the way back until they met eyes upside down.

“You’re gonna come for me slut hm? You’re gonna come for daddy i’ll make sure to fuck this pussy raw, until you got no more come left in you you hear me? I’ll make sure you remember nothing but my fucking name, i’ll make sure you cream on this dick, making that pussy cream over and over and over again because you’re who’s bitch?” “I’m Daddy’s bitch!” “WHOS BITCH ARE YOU?” “I’M DADDY’S BITCH OH MY GOD IM COMING, IM COMING’ Jungkook got faster and Y/N for sure creamed his cock white, soaking every inch he had making him smirk.

“That’s my princess. That’s my princess good girl” Jungkook praised, giving y/n’s neck a tight squeeze before taking the cock out. “Forgetting someone?” y/n immediately got on her knees, taking the whole thing in her mouth making Jungkook hiss at the move. “Yea you know what the fuck to do - make me fucking come bitch” Jungkook thrusted in her mouth, keeping her head down at the base and still as his orgasm built up inside him. “Yes yes yes yes fuckkk i’m coming baby, i’m coming - shit” jungkook soon came in y/n’s mouth, feeling her swallow it all.

“Swallow it all angel good girl” Jungkook peaked again, rolling his hips before slowly taken the cock out. Y/N stood, Jungkook immediately holding onto her and kissed the marks he made on her neck. “I-I’m still horny” “I was never done in the first place” Jungkook rasped before picking her up and took her to the kitchen.

The kitchen

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“YES YES YES YES FUCK ME! FUCK ME LIKE THAT - OH MY GOD! KOOK!” “Shit. you feel so good. Oh my god” Jungkook wrapped a good amount of hair around his fingers and yanked making her head yank back and her back to arch. “Fuckkk yes daddy harder, harder daddy please! Please I need you” “Ooh my baby’s a desperate bitch tonight. You wanna come the 4th time for me tonight? You wanna cream this dick again hm?” “I do! I do daddy fuck me, fuck me im getting close!” “You dirty whore who would’ve known you were such a bitch for me. But I love it, i’ll give my princess what she wants and let everyone know who fucked her so good”

Jungkook’s hands gripped her already bruised hips and fucked her like there was no tomorrow, sending her over the edge. “Ooh fuck fuck fuckkk that pussy feels amazing. That pussy feels so fucking good - that’s my pussy, that’s my fucking pussy isn’t that right doll?” “YES! This pussy belongs to you it’s your pussy it’s your pussy - fuck i’m coming! I’m coming again!” “Me too baby girl come for me come for daddy angel” His hips fucked into me with 10x much effort and we both came together, Jungkook fucking into y/n harder than before.

“Yea yes yes - fuck..daddy” “Good girl, that’s my good girl you did so good for me” Jungkook rasped. He hummed, slowly taking the cock out of her and turned her over to her back gently. “You ok?” “Mhm..best sex ever by the way” they laughed, kissing each other gently. “..so-“ “I wanna be with you. Spend the rest of my days with you - you’re the only..one, i want. Can you give me a chance?” y/n smiled, cupping his sweaty cheeks. “It’s almost like you read my mind” they smiled at each other, kissing each other once more.

“We gotta lot to work on” “And you’ll help me do just that. I rather work on it with you than with anyone else” Jungkook whispered, kissing her cheeks and neck making her giggle at the tickled spots. Then the door opened. “KOOK! Y/N! YOU HUNGRY?!” their eyes widened, looking at each other.

“Let’s get to cleaning”

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miserable-sarah · 1 year

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Pairings: Sam x Reader

Requested: Hi. Your stories are great.

I would also like to ask you for a small fanfikton Reader is a bit emotionally upset after a hunt in which she was not supposed to participate. She runs haphazardly through the bunker, bumps into things, gets quite cheeky, eats her way through the kitchen, from cakes to chips.... Sam watches her goings-on for a while, amused, until he decides it's better to put a stop to her, and he knows just how to set his little girl's head straight again.

( daddy Dom) ("next time I tell you to stay in the bunker, you stay in the bunker! Got it!) .... Lots of cuddling at the end. Hope you like the idea. Greetings from Bavaria

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, Oral (F&M), NSFW, Dark!Sam, Rough sex, spit kink, Daddy!Kink, slapping, yelling. (sorry if I missed anything.)

Summary: You go on a hunt, you were supposed to stay in the bunker because it was dealing with things you've never dealt with and Sam didn't want you getting hurt. You didn't listen anyway and went. Of course. Sam sets you straight.

You pace around the kitchen, you were waiting for your food to stop heating. You wanted ice cream but you didn't have any in the bunker. You went on a hunt you weren't supposed to go on. You saw some things you'd never thought you'd ever see. Hell hounds, demons, angels. Nothing made sense anymore. The only thing you know is food, it's the only thing that doesn’t change or surprise you. You take your food out and walk around the bunker, pacing, again. You still can’t wrap your head around what you saw. You almost died, and not because of a demon because of an angel! Aren’t they supposed to be nice!?

You bummed into a lamp, it shook but didn’t fall. You looked at Sam. Sam just looked at you and looked away. Sam and Dean watched you, they know what you’re going through because they also went through it.

“Soon.” Sam replies.

“She ate all my chips” Dean sighs with a pout.

“Just go get more” Sam shakes his head. The boys stiffen up when Y/n makes her way towards them.

“Why didn’t you tell me? It just doesn’t make sense.” You shake your head confused. Sam tells you everything. Dean backs away.

“I’m just gonna get more snacks” he grabs his keys and leaves

“Sam?” Sam sighs and sits you in the table.

“I was trying to protect you”

“Protect me?!” You shake your head “no that’s all I ever hear. What’s the real reason you didn’t tell me?”

“That is the real reason”

“Did you think I wouldn’t believe you? Or that I couldn’t handle it? Why would you not tell me this? Because I would be too worried what?!”

“Y/n I didn’t tell you so you would be protected. You need to calm down.” Sam was enjoying your little show but now that it’s directed towards him he’s unamused.

“Don’t tell me to calm down. I’ve been friends with angel and no one decided to tell me! Cas didn’t even tell me!” You pace around more. “Then, I almost get killed” Sam picks you up. “What are you doing?” You yell, he’s draped you over his shoulder with ease.

“I’ve to calm my little girl down” he says walk towards his room. Sam throws on his bed.

“Sam” you whisper

“It’s okay daddy’s got you” you shiver at his words. You lay down on the bed letting Sam take control like always. Sam’s hands run over your sides, he dips down and gives you small kisses on your lips and neck. He removes your shirt with ease, your pants join your shirt somewhere in the room. He kisses down your body, his fingers twist your nipples. You let out a little moan. Your eyes watch as he gets lower on you. The anticipation makes you crave more. You feel yourself getting wet, you clench around nothing. He’s definitely doing his magic because you’re not thinking of the hunt anymore. He kisses your inner thighs making you tingle.

"Sam, please" You start to get needy.

"Please what?" You groan and throw your hair back, you can feel yourself getting embarrassed.

"Please" you stutter "Please, fuck me" you say quietly.

"Louder"

"Sam!" You whine out. He slaps your thigh hard, you let out a squeal. "Daddy, please fuck me" You say louder. Sam smirks at you and he pulls your thong off your body, you can feel his hot breath on your pussy. You quiver just thinking about his touch. Sam kisses your inner thigh again, he moves his head over and licks a strip.

"You want that?" He is still smirking at you. You nod your head. "Words" he slaps your thigh again.

"Yes, daddy" you whimper, you bite your lip and look at him in the eyes. He stares right back at you, his large hands hold your hips down as he starts sucking and licking at your clit. You moan and try to move your body but Sam's got you held down. You throw your head back and enjoy what he's doing. Sam slaps your thigh again making you look at him. You watch him and he makes sure you're watching. Sam always loves to watch how you look when he's pleasing you. You moan and shake slightly, you grab a handful of his hair and lightly yank on it. Your hands slide down his shoulders, to his arms, then finally to his hands.

"You taste good" Sam mumbles, he enters a finger into you. "Like that?" he asks you, you nod your head

"Y-yes daddy" You stutter, he enters another finger stretching you out. You clench around his fingers and he chuckles at you. He brings his head back down and licks your clit over and over again. "Daddy" you moan loudly, you can feel your body shaking you lay back letting it take over. "I-i'm" you stutter not being able to finish your sentence, Sam thrusts his fingers faster and harder encouraging you to finish. You shriek and your vision goes blurry. Your whole body is shaking and you're completely over taken by bliss. Sam helps you ride out your orgasm of course like always.

Sam stands up and you look at his body, you bite your lip. "Like what you see?" He teases you. You nod your head yes. Sam grabs you by the ankles and pulls you further off the bed, you squeal and giggle. "Are you feeling better?" He asks kissing your lips sweetly.

"Yes" You kiss back. Sam takes his pants and boxers off, he picks you up and plants you against the door, your legs are wrapped around his waist. He kisses your neck roughly, you make a gasping moan because the door is cold and your body is hot. You grab Sam's face and kiss it. He kisses back roughly, your hands are running up and down his chest and back.

"Are you ready?" He asks

"Yes daddy" You say confidently. Sam lines him self up and lets you fall onto him. You moan out loudly, Sam does the same. He doesn't give you any time to adjust he just keeps thrusting into you roughly. "Fuck!" You yell, you put your head against the door and watch as he uses you like a toy. He's glistening from his sweat, his hair is falling in his face, the room is hot and stuffy. He kisses your neck again down to your shoulder. The room is filled with your moans, his grunts, and sex noise. You love when he gets this rough, when he focuses on you and pleasing you. He lifts you back off the wall, he holds your thighs roughly you'll definitely have bruises. He slams into you repeatedly.

You scream loudly "Too deep" you whimper.

"Daddy's gotta teach you a lesson." Your eyes widen, when Sam gets rough he gets real rough.

"No no I learned my lesson" You groan.

"No you haven't" He pants "I had to take care of you, just calm you down because you couldn't listen."

"Daddy please" You beg, you have tears in your eyes. It feels good but hurts at the same time. Sam slams you down harder on him, you dig your nails in his shoulder blades causing him to hiss at you. His large body holds your shaking tiny one against him. "Next time I say stay in the bunker, you stay in the bunker! Got it!"

"Yes, daddy. I'm sorry" you whimper.

Sam drops you to your feet.

"Knees" You immediately drop on them. Sam's fingers go under chin, he slowly moves his thumb to your lips, he spreads them apart, you suck on his thumb. "Good girl" He says watching you intensely. He removes his thumb and grabs you by the throat. "Be good" He says sternly. You nod your head yes. He smirks and holds his cock to your lips, you open your mouth inviting him in. Sam thrusts into your mouth he hits the back of your throat and you try your best to hold back a gag. Sam holds your head still, he thrusts in your mouth, so deep your nose touches his pubic bone. You choke and cough, you have tears in your eyes. You look up at him and he watches you struggle. He pulls back letting you breathe. You suck and lick his tip, he lets out a moan. He slams back in and bottoms out again.

"You like sucking daddy's dick?" He says pulling some of your hair out your face. You nod your head "Words" He slaps your cheek.

"Yes, daddy" You say but it's muffled because he's stuffed in your mouth. He taps your cheek a few times. He pulls back letting you breathe again. He pulls completely out, you stay on your knees with your mouth open, like a good girl.

"My little whore" He whispers to you. He circles around you "Look at how good I've got you trained" he stands in front of you again towering over you. His fingers squeeze your cheeks together, he lifts your head. You stick out your tongue and he lets spit fall from his mouth onto your tongue. "Good girl" He smirks at you as you swallow. "Bound to me" he says, it's almost sinister the way he has you wrapped around his finger. He stands you back up and he lays down on the bed. He motions for you to get on top.

You get on top and slowly sink yourself down on him. You let out a groan and throw your head back, Sam's hands grab your breasts, he squeezes them and plays with your nipples. You move yourself up and down on him. You love the way he feels inside you, he stuffs you completely and some angles he's too big but you love it anyway. He always says you'll get used to him but you're not sure you will.

"You like being my whore?" He asks sucking air in through his teeth.

"Yes, daddy I love being your whore" you moan

"You're mine forever" He moves his hands down guiding your hips.

"I'm yours forever" You agree. Sam pushes you down so you're pressed against him, he lifts his knees up and thrusts into you over and over again. You moan loudly.

"Fuck daddy" you whine. "I'm gonna cum" You say in his ear. He grips onto your hair pulling it.

"No" he groans "You can't"

"Please!" You whimper, you're so close. He shakes his head no. You close your eyes tight and try not to think about the pure pleasure you're in. Sam flips you over, he lifts your legs over his shoulder. He slams into you harder, his fingers rub your clit. You scream out, there is no way you're going to be able to hold back.

"Sam, please!" Fuck, what a big mistake. Sam slaps your cheek, you groan while holding your cheek. It still doesn't distract you, if anything it brings you closer.

"What did you say?" He asks, his entire body is sweating, he's panting, he has hair sticking to his face.

"D-Daddy" You stutter your breathing is way off, your legs are shaking and you're trying to cum all over this man.

"Better" he huffs. Sam leans back, he grabs your hips and slams into you.

"Oh my god" You groan through your teeth, his fingers still rubbing your clit. "Daddy I-I can't-" Your whole body is taken over by pleasure, you can't help but cum, and cum hard. `You feel something snap and a huge release. You scream his name loudly, your hands grip the sheets, your body is shaking violently, you close your eyes tight. Sam helps you ride it out. Luckily he didn't stop.

"You're going to be punished" He smirks at you whispering in your ear. "I'm going to cum in you, make sure you're nice and full" You bite your lip and nod.

"Yes daddy, cum in me please" Sam closes his eyes, his eyebrows furrow together and moans softly. You move up and kiss on his neck sucking on his sweet spot.

"Fuck Y/n" He mumbles, you can feel warm strings of liquid fill you up. His thrusts slow and get sloppy. Sam lets out little moans before pulling out completely. He flops on the bed next to you. You both lay there catching your breath. You move over and lay your head on his chest, he plays with your hair softly.

"Did I hurt you?" He asks

"No" you smile at him.

"Good" He kisses the top of your head. "Sorry about that hunt, Y/n. You weren't supposed to learn everything that way. We are going to explain everything to you and train you to defend yourself against them."

"Thank you, Sammy" Sam kisses your head again and gets off the bed to help you get cleaned up. "How about we do round 2 in the shower?" You wink at him.

"We can shower, but there's no round 2 honey" He smirks at you, you look at him confused. "I told you, you're being punished. I'm thinking no cumming for a week" you gasp

"I had a hard day" you pout

"Should've listened to me" He smirks at you again. You groan and flop back on the bed. This week is going to be torture.

~~ Hope you enjoyed it! Sorry it took a while!

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random-imagines-blog · 1 year

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Imagine being cute, innocent and a bit ditzy, and dating the Lost Boys.

Multiple imagines under the cut.

David

Sometimes, he really doesn’t know why he likes you. Out of all of the boys, he’s the one that’s least likely to put up with any stupid questions. And you’re full of a lot of those questions. It’s not your fault, you don’t have much experience in the world. Your helicopter parents made sure of that, but sometimes - it was like you never watched a movie that was on past nine o’clock at night, or picked up a book that didn’t have illustrations inside of it.

So he took on the community service job of teaching you about the world. And how to survive if he ever decides to let you go. He hasn’t made up his mind yet. Sometimes, you can be real entertaining though.

“I’m really good at surviving,” You insisted, in that earnest puppy-dog way that you often did. He was going to show you how to scam the vendors for food, how to get it for free because unlike what you thought - food didn’t just appear in the fridge magically. You had to actually go to get it. Food equals survival, that was lesson number one. “I’m literally alive right now.”

There were chuckles from the rest of the guys, but they stopped when David glared at them. His lungs needed no air but he took a deep breath regardless, just to keep himself from putting his hand around your neck and giving it a required squeeze.

“Because you’ve always had someone take care of you,” David said, slowly. “We’re not your daddies, little girl. If you want to be one of us, there’s some things you have to do all by yourself.”

You pouted, lip-glossed lips plump against your skin. Oh, that look usually made him give in, if only to get it off of your face because it was an annoyance. “Are you sure you can’t take care of me, David? I can learn to cook and clean and you only have to do the rest.”

The thought of you near an oven - for some reason, he could only picture you making sweet things like cakes and brownies. Sweet like you. Nothing that would give them any sort of sustenance.

“That does mean killing the spider nests,” He said, knowing that would make you freeze and stop fighting back. Oh, you did pause at that, falling quiet in a way that you rarely ever did. Killing something, even spiders, was something you had trouble doing. You knew what he and the boys were but actually doing it yourself was too difficult.

“Okay, I’ll learn,” You said, pulling out a small notebook and pen from your bag in order to take notes.

Dwayne

You were talking his ear off tonight. It wasn’t his favorite thing in the world - he was known as the strong and silent type for a reason, but he understood that this introduction to his lifestyle came with a lot of those questions. Why had he let you, the girl that he had known for a couple of weeks from the boardwalk, into the secret of him and his boys being vampires? He wasn’t quite sure. There was something about you though. Something that he liked.

“So you sleep upside down like bats, but you can also crawl on walls like spiders?” You questioned.

He was wondering where the spiders were coming into this. He hadn’t heard that comparison but he nodded. It wasn’t a crawl, more of a jump and a hold, but he felt like you might not understand that either.

Somehow, you had gotten through your whole life without hearing about vampires. Not many people believed in the real thing, but they were everywhere in media. Books, movies, comics. But you were ignorant of it all. Innocent of everything that was scary in this world. Of everything different. When he had told you that he was a vampire, you had asked which country that was, if it was like being Canadian, or if it was some new sort of zodiac sign that they were coming up with these days.

“So.... are you like a spider in other ways?” You asked, sitting upon his lap, running your fingers through his long and pretty hair. “Are you more scared of humans than we are of you?”

“Definitely not,” Dwayne said, quickly. Scared? Never. Not Dwayne. He might not be as foolish as say, Paul and Marco, but that didn’t mean that he was scared. “Humans are terrified of us. As they should be.”

“So I should be scared of you?”

“No,” He said, shaking his head. He took your hands out of your hair and held them, fingers intertwined. “You’ll never have to be scared of me. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

Paul

For the second time that night, Paul felt one of your arms unwrap from his waist to point at something that you saw. Santa Carla was apparently full of wonders tonight, and you couldn’t stop pointing them out to him. “Look, I can see the roller coaster from here!” You said, your finger directed right at the lights of the top of the coaster.

“Hey,” Paul said, turning his head over his shoulder. “What did I tell you about pointing at things?”

“Oopsie,” You laughed. “I forgot about the seatbelt rule.”

The seatbelt rule, as he called it, was that you had to have your arms around him at all times. You were far too used to the inside of a car where you weren’t at the risk of just falling out. That wasn’t true on a motorbike. You were to keep yourself grounded on him, acting as his sort of seatbelt so that his weight could be yours. Paul didn’t relax or go back to his easy going grin until your arms were back around him, and your head was settled onto the back of his leather jacket.

You were the only one to garner any sort of worry out of him like this. Even Laddie knew better, even he didn’t get himself into these kinds of situations. Sometimes it felt like the boy didn’t even have as much innocence as you did. But neither was he as cute, which was one of the big reasons why Paul kept you around. The idea of you falling off and hurting yourself made that carefree smile slide right off of his face.

“Thatta girl,” He said. “Hold on tight, we’re going for a ride.”

And with that, he cranked up the power, and brought on the speed, swerving through the bikes of the other boys, hair flying behind him and around you, focused only on the warmth of you body against his.

Marko

Marko enjoyed spoiling you. Or rather, he liked the idea of making you feel spoiled. He’d take you to all the fancy clothing stores that were in Santa Carla, the ones that were open after sundown, and he’d watch as you tried on all manner of outfits. Marko’s gonna take care of you baby, he’d claim, leaning back all cool, adjusting the collar on his infamous jacket.

But these ‘shopping’ sessions would always end up with him asking you to wait by the bike, while he set something on fire and would run out with all of the things that you liked, not paying for a thing. And you had not the slightest clue or suspicion. You were too innocent to even imagine that he would steal hundreds of dollars of clothing just for you.

You came out of that dressing room now, wearing a fluffy fur jacket. It wasn’t that which caught him so off guard. It was the fact that you had managed to find something that was so - pink. SO pink.

“Oh my god,” You said, thinking his reaction was totally about something else. “It’s fake fur, I promise. I’d never wear real!”

Marko’s eyes went from wide to squinted as he started to crack up. Of course it was fake. No animal save for flamingos were that pink and last he checked, they didn’t have any goddamn fur. He really started to laugh, getting to his feet and approaching you.

“Baby,” He drawled, chewing on a toothpick. “I drink blood every night. I’m not worried about you wearing any real fur.”

Your nose scrunched cutely as you remembered that. It wasn’t something you liked being brought up. The blood. The stains in his clothing that you had to get out. He was the one who needed these shopping trips more than you did.

“And that’s why I’m staying vegetarian. Cleaner clothes,” You said, making question marks appear above his head. He opened his mouth to ask what the heck you were thinking about but then shrugged it off. Sometimes it was better not to know.

“Alright, alright, you should get it. Though I don’t know why you’re gonna need the only fur coat in all of Santa Carla.”

“Faux fur,” You corrected, stepping back inside of the dressing room.

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"... In that moment, you, and Taylor, and Nick all realize that there is no fixing this. That this is as good as it's going to get. That you are all stuck with each other in the forms that you are now. You see daddy magic—that same daddy magic that exited Ron and Terry's body, emanate from their bodies like a fine mist, coalesce into the air, and then zip into the jar and fill it up a little bit more because that's what your relationship is."

The Close Family and Closure: An Analysis and Breakdown of Taylor's Issues in Hell or High Father

...and the way he addresses and, in Taylor fashion, downplays the problem, and denies its lack of solution.

(I have transcribed the majority of this scene, and below the cut is my line-by-line breakdown and analysis, as well as some other tid-bits.)

hello! ever since i got into dndads, taylor has been my favourite. i found his extreme escapism and dumb confidence fascinating, and as you may know, i love finding scenarios for him to break. it's, like, at least half of my fics at this point.

this episode is my favourite episode, it broke me, and it pieced me back together but Wrong in all the right ways.

this analysis is focusing on the taylor of it all. the motivation behind his words and the changes in his cadence and the denial that still, despite everything, refuses to fade.

i've never written an analysis post structured like this, so do let me know if you like it. i just... i really love taylor.

okay, let's go!

1. "Well...''

Nicky: … I didn't see a lot of Taylor's growing up and that was—that was fi—like we're cool now right, Taylor? Taylor: Fuck yeah dawg— Nicky: See?

to start off, taylor's instinctive answer is to agree with nicky. because well, yeah, they're chill now, that's true, so of course the first thing he does is agree. and i gotta say that i was expecting taylor to leave it at that, because he's not one to dig deeper when he doesn't need to, and even when he does.

Taylor: Well…

taylor says this immediately after his first answer and oh ny god i got SO excited. but this ain't about me. anyway. taylor finally admitting that they're actually not 100% cool is such a big fucking step argh i am so proud of him forever and also so sad for him forever...

Nicky: What? Look, I'm back now, and I'm super tight, and we hang out, and we can do samurai shit together, and we're fuckin'—we're tight as fuck.

this part makes me so sad because nicky is so ignorant to how his absence has affected taylor despite his frustrations at glenn for not being there. and also, this sort of reasoning would have worked on convincing taylor back in early season two. in fact, it did!

[Season 2 Episode 10: Dad Me To Hell]

taylor is completely satisfied with this reason because it feeds into his main character syndrome. his dad left to protect him. what better reason is there? and now he's back and there and able to do cool shit with him, so everything is perfect, right?

but the next thing taylor says is so fucking heartbreaking:

Taylor: If I'm gonna be honest, Dad, I've kinda been hoping and keeping an eye out for time travel magic so that we could go back in time, and you could be there for me.

the way he trails off as he says it, and he loses his confidence in his words... it shows an unfamiliar shyness. we've never seen taylor be this vulnerable before. and to think that he'd been holding out hope for time travel magic to fix his childhood? that perfectly aligns with the idea that taylor is so stuck in his anime escapist fantasy that he can't accept what's real. and magic is real, so therefore he must be able to fix his past, right? it's not impossible for there to be time travel (see. end of season 1 + see. attack on titanic.) but taylor doesn't realize that this is something that can't be fixed so easily, even if that magic were available. he doesn't believe that this can't be fixed. more on this later.

Nicky: [grunts and falls] Uh… um… I didn't know you felt that way. Taylor: Yeah, you know, it's just, when I was practicing my jutsus I could have used some pointers. Nicky: Yeah, but like— Taylor: As a result, I've developed a number of very bad habits that I'm told are very hard to break. And, you know, just watching YouTube videos is not the same as having a dad who can fight.

in the past, taylor has used anime to cope with his absent father, and he relied on the fictional characters to bring him the same comfort a father might bring (this was mentioned by freddie in one of the teen talks and while i've been relistening i've yet to find it. do forgive me as i am merely mortal) while this isn't directly referring to that, i still feel it's worth mentioning, as taylor is confronting his own unhealthy coping mechanism and acknowledging that no, youtube videos aren't a replacement for a dad. he couldn't fill the absence of a father with anything else in his life no matter how hard he tried.

also, taylor is smart. he knows that he has unhealthy coping mechanisms or "bad habits" that he can't break and he knows that they're caused by nicky's absence. i just wonder how long he's been stewing over that, you know?

as shown earlier, when taylor first met nicky and found out why he wasn't there, he accepted it immediately, knowing it was the coolest reason for a father to be absent and only fueled his protagonism.

but now, taylor's confronting his own issues surrounding nicky, and explicitly addressing them to nicky.

*wipes a tear*

i'm so proud of him.

Nicky: Wha—I mean, if it's training you want, we can train you, and like, you see your grandpa there— Taylor: [sighs] It's too late. I needed to start when I was three to five years old like true ninja warriors.

there is something so cutting about the way taylor says it's too late. he's talking about training to be a ninja warrior on the surface, yes, but that's not it.

it's too late. it's too late for nicky to witness his upbringing. it's too late for taylor to grow up with a loving father figure. it's too late.

and taylor knows that, and he's saying it, but he's still masking it with it being about training to become a ninja when in reality it's so much more.

this is just one example of the way he downplays the issue. he zeroes in on just one aspect of his life that nicky wasn't a part of, and speaks as if it's the main issue, when really it's only the tip of the iceberg, so to speak.

Nicky: Oh, well, I mean— Taylor: So I'm already trying to play catch-up a little bit, but you know, I guess it's water under the bridge. But you know, if there is time travel magic, then you know, maybe, or if you find it, you could maybe… pick me up on the way back… to the past, and you know maybe we could do childhood all over again.

taylor is playing catch-up with training, but he's also playing catch-up with having a father in his life.

and again, he downplays it, says it's water under the bridge, when it's so very clear how deeply this has been affecting him his entire life.

and to top it all off, he brings up time travel again. and the way he says this is so un-taylorlike it's jarring. the uncertainty of the maybes, the trailing off, the voice so quiet you almost can't hear it...

he thinks there's still a chance to redo it and fix things, but i feel that deep down he knows it's impossible, that it doesn't work like that, and yet he's still grasping at straws to try and make things better.

it's... it's really sad. i feel really sad for him.

and the way he says he wants to redo childhood. as opposed to only talking about training, here he actually says he wants to do childhood all over again, and it's so, so quiet. and taylor is never shy. it's so clear how badly he's hurting over this.

god. okay.

2. "I didn't even know where you were."

Glenn: So we're cool. Nicky: So, we're cool. Glenn: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Nicky: We're just three cool guys. Taylor: Well…

i love how taylor isn't backing down on the fact that nicky fucked him up. like the gates are open and they can't close back up that easily. he's not accepting them just being three cool guys.

Taylor: Well, I'm just saying—you know, I could have, y'know—not to put too fine a point on it, but Dad, I would have appreciated if, you know… I didn't even know where you were. I 23&me-d my ass, and they sent me a picture of fire, and the cops showed up! There was a white van parked outside of our house for three years!

again, i really notice the change in the way taylor speaks, he's more unsure, quieter, and uses more filler words (such as "y'know"), and it feels as if he feels bad about making nicky confront his faults as a father but he's pushing through it anyway, because he has to.

and i absolutely love the throwback to episode ONE with the 23&me test! like this had been brewing from the start! i just think it's fantastic for it all to build up to this. like yeah. taylor didn't know WHO nicky was or WHERE nicky was and trying to figure it out only led to more danger for him.

Nicky: [gets on one knee and puts his hand on Taylor's shoulder] I guess I never got to properly apologize to you, did I?

Taylor: Well, an apology won't really turn back time, and I don't know how I feel—I would rather have the time travel magic.

this is so cutting. like, yeah, an apology won't cut it, and taylor immediately circles back to time travel magic, as if it could fix what's broken when it really, really can't.

i also find the trend of time when it comes to the close boys to be very fascinating. glenn got locked up in time prison, nicky's childhood was split into two timelines, and taylor thinks time travel can fix his broken relationship with his father?

god damn.

Nicky: Well, I didn't even get to explain—I was in Hell. I was worried that these fuckers [pointing at the other kiddads]— Taylor: Yeah, those fuckers. Nicky: —would have chased after me if I'd gotten out of hell. Taylor: So you're telling me that these fuckers kept you away from me all these years? Nicky: Yeah, you know what? It was these motherfuckers! They are the reason I didn't get to spend time with you because they betrayed me! Taylor: That makes sense; I just saw the memory! Yeah, yeah!

thinking about how taylor immediately agrees with nicky in blaming the others for his absence, because, well, yeah, shit's complicated and they are definitely part of the reason, but the fact that taylor is so on board of whole heartedly blaming them after chewing into his dad about not being there is just so sad. like yeah, of course he doesn't want to be upset at nicky. and it hurts so much that he is.

god.

oh my god.

okay, now, i didn't transcribe the entirety of taylor's memory, i actually summarized it and quoted some key aspects of it, so here:

Taylor's first belt ceremony. He's performing, and he finishes, and he bows, and he looks up. His mom is there. He's sniffling a bit and Cass asks him if he's okay and comments on how he moved all the way up to green belt, and he says he knows. He looks over to the kid who was supposed to get green belt but didn't because of him. The kid is whining, and then his dad comes in and gives him a big hug and—

"It's okay son, I saw how hard you worked, and in my eyes, you're a black belt. Come on, let's get ice cream."

The kid says thanks and they hug and then they leave and Taylor watches them leaving through the window and sees the child and father and mother smiling together. Taylor looks down at and then throws away his green belt.

"I think I'm done with karate."

Taylor gets kicked out.

that line that the father said to his child really hit me, because taylor never heard nicky say that to him. ever. and that was all that he wanted, really. like, "i saw how hard you worked," as in, i was there, watching you, practicing with you, supporting you, i saw you, i see you, i'm here, i'm here with you. and "in my eyes, you're a black belt," in my eyes, you've worked so hard, in my eyes, you deserve more than what you got, in my eyes, you're strong, in my eyes, you're capable.

things nicky never saw, and things nicky never told him.

and then, well, taylor quits.

a memory defining taylor's relationship with nicky. a memory where he wasn't there. a memory where he didn't see taylor's growth. a memory where taylor gave up on an ambition. a memory of absence.

anyways.

Nicky: I'm really sorry— Taylor: I'm kind of sensing a pattern here to be honest. Nicky: Yeah, I'm thinking that maybe the things that your granddad did, I do now. I'm thinking maybe I fucked up in the exact same way… Taylor: [lays a hand on Nicky] I think you fucked up in the same way too. Nicky: Okay. Well that's good. That's good for us.

god. oh my god. the fuckign pattern. i'm so sorry this part makes me lose my coherency all i can think of is how sad it makes me idk idk guys im sorry. you get it. taylor saying yeah you fucked up in the same way and nicky learning that and accepting it. oh my fucking god. like. i dont know theres something about the acceptance of it that really gets me. at the start of the conversation nicky denied it, and here he is, after seeing a memory of taylor doing something he wasn't there for, and now he's like yeah, yeah. i did fuck up royally.

3. "...there is no fixing this."

Glenn: What if we started over? What if we tried to kinda give it a little bit of a reset, and try and make some new memories together, as this sort of team of three? What do you think about that? Is it stupid? I dunno.

Nicky: What kinda memories are you talking about?

Glenn: Well I was thinking we all go to Disneyland, the happiest place on earth, and start everything off on the right foot! It's been so long since I've been to Disneyland, and, I dunno, let me show you all the secrets. Let me show you all the hidden Mickeys. I never got to show Taylor how to get over nine-hundred-thousand points on the Buzz Lightyear ride. And you! Nick, I never showed you the secret entrance into Club 33 that only I know about, and it requires you to go through the sewers a little bit.

I mean, what do you say? Maybe we can do something about this whole fucked up Close family. Maybe we could bring it on back a little bit. What do you guys think?

Nicky: Yeah, sure, yeah I mean, I like Disneyland as much as the next guy. What do you think Taylor?

Taylor: What's Disneyland? I don't understand, what's Disneyland?

now listen, i know that taylor not knowing what disneyland is was just because of the whole doodlerized world thing, but i feel like it also really highlights the disconnect here. like, glenn wasn't around much in nick's life but they knew each other and yes glenn went to disneyland without nick a lot and yes nick liked universal better and if i got into their relationship it would take far too long and i don't feel particularly equipped to tackle that which is why i'm focusing on taylor, but i think that taylor asking what disneyland is highlights the disconnect between him and nicky. nicky and glenn are talking about something that taylor is completely lost on, and to me it really shows the disconnect between all of them. first off, nicky likes universal studios better than disney, second of all, taylor doesn't even know what disneyland is. they grew up in different realms, and they grew up around different people, and nicky was never there, which means there's so much taylor knows that nicky doesn't, and so much nicky knows that taylor doesn't and so much of that knowledge and those experiences can never or will never be shared.

Nicky: Oh yeah, good point, I guess it's on a previously Doodlerized world now with a bunch of really fucked up shit in it.

Glenn: I'm just saying that like—give me a chance. Give me a chance to try and make up for all the—well—you know what? No, no, no, no, no, I can't make up for any of that stuff.

it's true. this solution is like putting icing on top of an overdone cupcake. temporarily sweet but it's still bitter and burnt. (i'm sorry if that doesn't make sense, i don't bake.) but like when you burn something you can't just. un-burn it. sure you can put icing and sprinkles and all the fun stuff and maybe you can wash out the taste but that doesn't change the state of what's underneath.

that's their relationship to me.

Anthony: As you're saying this, without even wanting it to, tears are rolling down your cheeks, and in that moment, you, and Taylor, and Nick all realize that there is no fixing this. That this is as good as it's going to get. That you are all stuck with each other in the forms that you are now. You see daddy magic—that same daddy magic that exited Ron and Terry's body, emanate from their bodies like a fine mist, coalesce into the air, and then zip into the jar and fill it up a little bit more because that's what your relationship is.

ah yes, finally, we reach the end.

this is what their relationship is. it's comprised of missing connections and missed experiences and misplaced memories and absences and longing and searching and finding one another only for it to be too late. it is comprised of absence as opposed to love or hate or anything in between. the nothingness that is absence is their relationship

how depressing.

if i'm honest, i think nicky still has a chance. obviously he can't fix anything with taylor, but i really do hope that he tries to be proactive in taking part in taylor's life from here on out, that is, if taylor even survives this next episode, oooh scary.... hahaha anyways.

i hope everyone enjoyed this essay! i started writing it the day the episode came out but schoolwork kinda took over me.

i wanted to get it out before this episode's teen talk so that's why i finished it tonight, but i may reblog with more thoughts, who knows! we'll see! :3c

i do also encourage you guys to check out my art for this episode specifically inspired by that last anthony quote there.

and of course my thoughts are not the objective truth, i am a mere university student, ignoring my school essays to write one for tumblr <3

bye-bye! <3 :3c

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hey-hey! I was wondering if i could get a 18+ Roman Reigns imagine, based off the song lyrics: “Aw, he like his bitches psychotic. Sit on his face and explain why I'm toxic. How you talk shit but ain't backin' it up?” Where she and Roman have like a slightly ‘toxic’ relationship, where it’s really they just get jealous over simple things. One night they get into a big fight, and she is like ‘if you really want toxic’ and it leads to like heated smut! Thank you!!!! :)) :D

Psycho Bitch (Request).

Roman Reigns x Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: Heated smut; choking, slapping, spit-kink. Toxic couple behavior.

A/N: Thanks so much for the request, I’ve been working on my Jey fic so I haven’t thought about any sort of Roman smut and this is a…

BEAUTIFUL IDEA 💕 !!

A little birthday smut never hurt.

GIF: @jeysuso

Aw, he like his bitches psychotic (Yeah)

Sit on his face and explain why I'm toxic (Uh, eat that thing), uh

How you talk shit but ain't backin' it up? (Uh-huh)

Toxic (täksik) - very harmful or unpleasant.

You and Roman’s relationship was kind of toxic…

Ok, it was really toxic.

But, in a good way.

You guys weren’t official, but you were definitely exclusive. You were an up and coming WWE Superstar, starting up in NXT and quickly making your way to the main roster.

You’ve been on the main roster since 2020 and your situation-ship with the newly created Head of the Table soon ensued. His sly looks and slick comments caused you to fall into his trap.

And of course you came out of an uncomfortable relationship and Roman came out of a nasty divorce, so you guys were never really committed to start a relationship.

Yet here you were, moved into his house basically, toothbrush beside his, and pancakes (almost) every morning in bed. Practically in a full blown relationship.

You never would look in another man’s direction, but boy did you love when Roman gets jealous. So, you may or may not have put the moves on the young, blonde waiter at lunch for Roman’s birthday.

“Are you fucking serious?!” Roman slammed the down behind him as you ignored him and walked all the way upstairs. “Don’t ignore me bitch!” His footsteps soon reached you and next thing you know your face was slammed against the wall. Your arms held behind your back by one of Roman’s hands and the other pressing your face against the wall.

His dick pressed against your ass and his burly chest molding perfectly onto your back. Goosebumps arose from the depths of your arms and legs, as Roman breathed heavily in your ear. Your staggered breathing caused Roman to chuckle.

“I know that pussy gettin real wet for daddy. You was flirting with that bitch on purpose huh?!” All of your senses tingled as he thrusted his hips forward. His hand traveled from your head to the back of your neck, nearly strangling you.

“Answer. The. Fuckin’. Question.”

“We not even together bitch, why do you care?!” You said strained.

Roman let go of you and turned you around. His hand was quick to travel back to your neck. “You’re fuckin’ mine bitch, ya’ understand me?!” Roman squeezed your neck tightly and you were barely able to get your words out.

“Prove it… pussy.”

You were shoved into Roman’s bedroom and tossed down onto the bed. His kisses were rough and passionate, sending shockwaves to your cunt. Already sloppy and wet from your rendezvous in the shower this morning.

His fingers slip into your pants and quickly sop up your wetness. Rubbing you so heavenly, targeting your clit perfectly. “Mmmm, don’t stop.”

A slap was drawn across your face. “Don’t tell me what to fucking do!” You quickly shook your head yes, heeding to his warning. “Let daddy work his magic.” Your pants were stripped away and panties ripped to shreds.

Tapping your thighs, “Come on mama, you already know. Spread em’.” You shyly spread your legs, opening wide to your Tribal Chief.

“I knew that pussy was screaming for me.” You yelped as Roman began to slap your pussy harshly. “Oh—ow.” Roman laughing boldly.

“Gotta make sure these fools still see my handprints, since you say we ‘not together’.” Dipping down, “I might as well make sure they can still taste a little of me on here too, right?!”

“Fuck.”

Roman dove right into your sweet cunt, swirling his languid tongue across your clit. From your hole and back. Your hands gripped his luscious locks hardly as the feeling was intense, almost near death. You felt his soft, yet rough beard tickle your inner thighs as he slowly parted your pussy lips to reach further depths. Twirling his tongue in small, delicate circles along your clit and making your head loll back as a deep moan bursted from you.

“Fuck, my pussy so sweet.” Roman went back to lapping and slurping on your clit. Your hands slid onto his broad shoulders to support your body as you grinded against his tongue. Your orgasm nearly reached you, but then Roman removes himself from you.

“Nooo… I was about to cum.” Roman slapped your face once more. “Sweetheart, don’t tell me how to do my job.” Tapping your cheek, Roman signaled for you to open your mouth. Crossing your arms over your chest, you slowly opened your mouth wide.

“Atta girl.” Roman’s spit soon trailed from his mouth into yours. Without hesitation, you swallowed his spit quickly. “I’m gonna fuck you now, okay mama?!” Speaking to you like a damn child, you removed your top feeling giddy that your release was coming.

Removing his clothing, Roman’s rock hard body and dick lie perfectly for your viewing pleasure. “Imma really show you, your mines.” That last part was whispered into your ear as he slowly entered you.

His dick hitting the back of your pussy with a firm pounding. All while, the bedsheets were being gripped for dear life as you cried softly to him before he brought his face closer and kissed you deeply, letting his tongue explore your mouth.

“I want your cum in me please.” You begged. “You want my cum all up in you baby?!”

“YES!!”

“Tell me I’m yours.”

“You’re mine, you’re mine and I’m yours. Nobody else, but you daddy.”

“Watch me baby.” Your eyes never left him.

He held your hip with one of his hands and the other slowly rubbing up and down your soft and dripping folds. Taking his time, making you feel every inch of him. “Daddy stretching that pussy out good huh?!” You could only nod at the sheer amount of pleasure you were receiving.

“Fuck yessss.” Your eyes rolling to the back of your head and Roman’s pace quickened. Your pussy twitched and your breathing became considerably heavy.

“I’m gonna cum daddy.”

He stops.

“WHAT THE FUCK?! I was gonna cum.”

Roman slapped you across the face once more. “I do whatever I want with my pussy. You said it yourself I’m yours and you’re mine.”

“But, you know I take care of you. Watch how daddy takes care of you.” You both watched as he entered you again, stroking your pussy. You whimpered as the tumultuous pleasure came back making your cunt quiver.

You forgot your ABC’s and 123’s at that point by the way your Samoan king was fucking you. “Unhh, fuck baby I’m cumming for you.” He moaned as his thrusts became heavy. They soon came to a halt and a deep, guttural moan came from his throat. Your vision blurring as you reached your highs together.

Dick still twitching as he pumped his cum into you. He kissed you languidly and pulled out of your sensitive cunt. He bent down quickly and kiss your clit, making you jolt.

“Are we together or what?!”

“Happy birthday bitch and goodnight.”

He kissed the top of your head and covered you up.

“You’re mine.”

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THE END!!

Thanks so much for the request anon!!!

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foxgloveprincess · 10 months

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Made me think of the attic boys

Oh. My. God. Yesssss……🫠🫠🫠

You know who this is reminds me of?

Warnings: Dark Themes, Implied Kidnapping, Attic Wife Trope, Obsession, Possessiveness, Implied Threats (if you squint), Dubious Consent, Smut (implied, non-graphic), Daddy Kink, Yandere Vibes, Pet Names, UnBeta’d, Barely Edited. Minors do not interact (18+).

Word Count: ~1k

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The cool breeze brushes past your cheek. You sigh into the open air. Birds chirp and flit to and from the feeder hooked to the nearby tree. Reaching out a hand, you let it hang just outside the window sill. Grasping toward the birds, their freedom. You look at your fingers in the sunlight. Thoughts drift hazy and languid. Your hand returns to its resting place upon the sill under your chin.

Another day spent locked away in Ari’s attic. How many have passed, you couldn’t say. Not that it matters. You’ve realized you’re never leaving—not in any real way.

The door opens behind you, but you don’t turn to acknowledge him. Not that he minds. His steps approach, assured and calm. Your eyes close as his hands fall to your shoulders and give a gentle squeeze.

“How’re you doing baby?” he asks with a kiss to the crown of your head.

You hum a response, pliant under his touch. There’s no use fighting it. Knowing yourself, knowing him. There’s no point. You’ll let him win every time.

You breathe and finally open your eyes, turning around to meet his gaze. “I’ve been thinking,” you say.

A furrow carves between his brows, but he nods to prompt you further. “Tell me.”

“I,” you pause. Uneasy with the change of his expression.

Ari lowers himself to the bench in front of you. His hulking form forces you back, your back resting against the sill. The breeze tickles the nape of your neck. Empty air just beyond. A free fall. You shiver and reach to cling to the front of Ari’s linen shirt, fingers pulling the next button to pop free and expose another inch of his flesh. You whimper in fear and immediately his hands embrace you. One around you hips and the other cradling your ribs.

His head dips, a silent instruction to continue. You swallow the flutter of nerves flitting their way up your spine.

“I don’t understand,” you confess, quiet and unable to meet his eye.

His fingers hook under your chin and tilt it up. “What don’t you understand?”

Your lips part, you glance away. Hoping that perhaps the right way to word your thoughts will magically appear on the walls of your room, the carpet, the pillows of your bed.

“Hey,” Ari says with a tap to your chin. “Look at me, li’l dip. Use your words.“ He presses a kiss to your temple, running his nose along your cheek to whisper, “I know you got them in that big brain of yours.”

You squirm at the way his voice resonates deep in your belly and press your lips together before saying, “I don’t understand why you wanted me.”

His lips curve in a slow smile, a glint in his eye. “You don’t?” He moves, shifting in his seat until he can pull you on his lap and part your legs around his hips. “Baby bear, we were made to be one.”

You sniff and keep your eyes locked on the little clusters of gray hair in his beard. “But how did you know?”

Ari doesn’t answer for a moment, watching you. Your fingers loosen from his shirt, letting them rest in your lap and against his muscles. His lips twitch toward a smile and his head tilts, but he lets you sit in the silence. More and more uncomfortable in it. You squirm again, thighs squeezing around him. But he does nothing. Just sits, seemingly unperturbed. Your brows tilt as a pathetic whine works its way up your throat.

Your bury your face in his neck, hiding from his steady, intense gaze. You breathe there, letting your heart settle. The smell of his cologne filling your nose—woodsy and heady and so familiar it’s imprinted on your soul.

“There.” Ari hums and lets his fingers trail up your spine. “You feel that?” he asks, letting his hold on you press you tighter to him until not an inch of space remains between you.

You blink and keep yourself against him. Refusing to peek up and see that dreamy, contented look in his eye.

“That warmth,” he continues, “between us. Burning, binding us together. Felt it the first time your father introduced us.” Your shoulders tense at the mention of the only person on the planet who might be looking for you—and the last person you’d ever want to see. But Ari hushes and soothes you with more gentle strokes along your back and sides until the tension drips away. “I’ve seen enough of this world. It’s a goddamn nightmare.” He sighs and hugs his arms tighter around you. A soft kiss bussed to the side of your head. “In this world full of wrong, one look and I knew you’re the only thing that’s right.” It’s then that he refuses to let you hide anymore, tipping up his shoulder to gently bump your face away. “Don’t you feel it too?”

You look at him. The way his eyes shine. That devotion unwavering. You swallow and reply, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Yes,” he parrots with a smile, leaning to steal a few delicate pecks from your lips. “And no one’s ever gonna take my sweet li’l baby bear from me. Are they?”

“No, Daddy.”

His lips trail across your face from cheek to chin and along your jaw. He nibbles and sucks at your throat, humming in delight as your hips shift and find the bulge growing in his jeans.And as he takes you apart bit by bit, first with his tongue and then with his cock, you let yourself savor it. Mind empty and body thrumming. The sensations of your flesh your only tether. Because each stroke from him rockets you to the stratosphere. Your head’s floating in space and stars sparkle behind your eyelids. Lost to his delicious darkness and aching. He fills you. Shatters you apart. Puts the pieces of you back together as the sweat cools on your skin and the breeze blows cool through your window.

Read Finish What We’ve Begun or Attic Wives Anonymous

#ari levinson x reader #ari levinson fanfic #attic wife trope #implied kidnapping #yandere vibes #attic wives anonymous #✨rachel replies✨#autumnrose40 #dub con #tw dub con #18+#minors dni

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daddyelliott1979 · 11 months

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Nearly a year ago I became a Daddy switch and I see many of these posts floating about of what to say to a little, most are about humiliation, so as a nurturing, kind, loving daddy I thought I would do my own version!

30 sweet and nurturing things to say or do to a baby boy

#1 Awwww utoh someone's got a Soggy bum bum, that's ok Kiddo Daddy knows you can't help it, you're Daddy's sweet Baby boy after all

#2 Oh wow kiddo did you Draw that for Daddy?.Such a clever boy!

#3 You were such a good boy today, Daddy is so proud of you, go put a gold star on your star chart

#4 *talking to his bear* what's that Mr Teddy, he's got a poorly tummy! Oh no! Looks like someone needs Daddys magic tummy kisses *kisses tummy untill baby giggles*

#5 *whenever you ask him how his Nappy got so wet and he blames his stuffie* oh gasp! He didn't wet your Nappy did he? Oh he's such a naughty bear, what ever will daddy do!

#6 *when he wakes up crying from a nightmare about monsters* Oh no! Was it the potty monster? Oh a real monster? Well Daddy will find mean old monster who upset my boy and give him a piece of my mind!

#7 *when he's sad about something so you pull him on your lap* where the sad feelings baby boy, daddy will kiss them away *you kiss and blow raspberries on the sad places till he's all giggling"

#8 *when he shows you his new toy and he's excited* oh wow kiddo that such a fun toy, can Daddy play too?

#9 *when he feels bad that he like babyish things, and you get down to his level, hold his chin and look deep in his eyes* you're the most perfect, special little boy in the world and Daddy loves you very much

#10 *when the above doesn't work* my little boy loves right here in daddy's heart *pointing to your heart*

#11 *when he's all excited about his latest interest, smile and absorb his adorable happiness* that's amazing kiddo, you're so smart

#12 when he wants to watch the same episode of his favourite cartoon again, just smile and absorb all that adorable happiness

#13 *when he's upset that he leaked* shush it's ok baby boy, it doesn't matter that you leaked, youre still daddy's special little boy

#14 call him YOUR special little boy often

#15*when he's scoping out that toy for ages in the toy shop, and you know it's more than his pocket money allows, buy it for him because you want to see how it will bring his imagination alive

#16 when he can't decide which toy he wants so you buy them both but praise him because he's been such a well behaved good little boy that week

#17 when he wants that extra story, give it to him because it's 5 more minutes of extra snuggles

#18 *when he tries to act like a big boy* oh sweetheart you're much to little for that, let Daddy help

#19 *when he's trying to be a big boy to show you how good he is* praise him, and tell how wonderful he is for trying

#20 when he's upset and cries offer him daddy's magic kisses and a Dino plaster

#21 *when he's down because his family are mean* tears fall for a reason, you cry not because you are weak, but because you are strong and brave (from the fox, the horse, the mole and the little boy)

#22 when he's to excited about that zoo trip in the morning, let him sleep in your bed, even if it means going to bed early, because a snuggly baby boy is the best!

#23 because cookies are the answer to every time he refuses to eat his broccoli!

#24 and also Ice cream!

#25 when he's having a hard time at work so you just hold him and hold space for him to process, then grab a Nappy and proceed to baby him because you know he needs it

#26 a happy little is one that gets to watch as much bluey, paw patrol or power rangers as much as he likes!

#27 you always get the best snuggles with #26!

#28 everything is fun when you get down on their level, a sofa and a blanket is a cave, a bed is a pirate ship under siege from the Nappy pirate's, and a woods is an enchanted forest with a dragon!

#29 he makes you melt when he says I love you and you don't fight back the tears, showing your boy it's ok and safe to be vulnerable

#30 because his sweet, adorable, loving, babyishnes brings your Daddyness alive, so treasure it, protect it, nurture it, and know everytime he places his hand in your hand, you're holding onto his beautiful little heart!

Hope you enjoyed!

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beamwrites · 10 months

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a foray into dndads fic writing(?) got caught up with s2 a week ago and i'm. still recovering from it and today's ep ended with something that absolutely killed me dead so i wrote this... i take no responsibility for psychological damage sustained from reading

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ron's voice is small, smaller than any of the boys have ever heard. even when they were kids, ron had always been a little eccentric and soft spoken, and working at d.a.d.d.i.e.s. hadn't changed that. but this...

"terry's... dead?"

none of the boys can look him in the eye, least of all grant. a burning shame engulfs him as he averts his gaze, not wanting to see the effect his actions had had on ron.

"what do you mean, he's dead?"

none of the adults wanted to explain. scary's mouth opened and closed silently, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. finally, link stepped forward.

"he was shot, sir. he... he didn't suffer. i'm so sorry."

ron fell to his knees, the gravel beneath him rustling. he was silent for a long, long time, as was everyone present. the only noise they could hear were ron's tears sliding off the tip of his nose, falling to earth, disturbing the gravel.

finally, with one last sniffle, ron dragged his sleeve across his face and stood up. and there, for the first time in all their lives, ron stampler showed immense, unabating rage.

"who did it?"

the air around him crackled with purple energy, daddy magic coalescing into a maelstrom of grief and anger. the kids held their tongues; this was grant's responsibility to own up to alone. the boys, in turn, stayed silent. they knew this intensity of magic would kill grant, no matter how benign the spell would be. and even though none of them were terribly happy about what he'd done, they still didn't want him to die.

"who the fuck killed my son?"

the boys flinch; ron never, ever swore. his quiet anger seared them more than anything they'd ever felt in their lives. sparrow sat down on the ground, burying his head in his knees, beginning to sob. nicky patted his erstwhile friend on the back, kneeling down to whisper to him.

"i asked a fucking question. someone ANSWER ME!"

the crackling of the magical storm grew louder and louder, and those closest to it started feeling ron's emotions leaking through to reality.

his fading joy at making it back to the real world. his horror and grief at the knowledge that his son had been shot dead, killed by some unknown assailant. his rage, oh his rage, at the person who had killed his son.

and above all, the desire for vengeance, to avenge his son, his beloved boy who had always been so full of life, and was now gone.

grant starts to move, but link sees him, and grabs his hand. their eyes meet, and grant can see in link's face that even his own son, the one who had just days before said that he never wanted to see him again, wanted him to keep quiet. but he just couldn't. he'd wanted an out for so long, he was so tired of living. the only things keeping him alive were his husband, his work, and above all, his son. the husband he'd been lying to for years. his work, that willy had now taken over.

his son, who never wanted to see him again.

if letting ron kill him to avenge terry jr. would make ron feel even a little bit better, it would still be better than holding on, he reasoned.

grant beckons to link, who leans in to hear him whisper in his ear.

"link... i love you. i love you so, so much, and. i'm sorry for everything i've done. tell marco i love him... and i'm sorry about this as well."

link feels vines wrap around his arms and legs, holding him in place as grant pulls away and strides towards ron. desperately, he begins to struggle against the restraints his dad put on him.

"dad! you stay right there, i'm not letting you do this. scary, taylor, get me out of these, help me-"

even as scary and taylor start hacking away at the vines with their blades, grant comes to a stop in front of ron.

he takes a deep breath, and opens his mouth.

"ron, i... it was me. i'm so sorry."

a crackling ball of purple lightning forms in ron's palms as he turns his furious gaze on grant. grant's feigned calm cracks slightly at his burning rage, but he continues.

"do whatever you will. i deserve it."

his eyes close as the ball grows and grows. just as it looks like ron is about to send it flying at his head, link rushes to put himself between grant and ron.

"wait! he didn't mean it!"

ron grits his teeth and bites out, "he didn't mean to shoot my son?"

link spreads his arms, guarding his father. "willy was controlling him, look!"

he gestures to the collar around grant's neck, and ron can see the inscription.

"where the fuck does that say for him to kill anyone?"

grant quietly replies, "i... i didn't know that was what i was going to do. i'm sorry, i really am. link, get out of the way."

link turns his head to look at his father. his hero, his idol, his role model in life. reduced to... this. he shakes his head.

"i'm not going to do that."

ron, processing the information that willy had once again taken something precious from him, finally lets out a guttural shout of grief, and turns around to hurl the ball of lightning into the trees. a gigantic bolt of energy comes crashing down from the sky, obliterating every single tree within a 10 meter radius, and setting fire to more around them.

he marches over to grant, who falls to his knees and bows his head. ron grabs him by the collar, and coldly spits, "you don't get to die that easily, grant. you're going to help me bring my son back, and then you're going to help me kill that son of a bitch. get up. get the fuck up!"

the boys flinch particularly hard; ron, in all their years of knowing him, has never looked more like willy in that moment.

#dndads #dndads s2 #dndads s2 spoilers #dungeons and daddies #ron stampler #grant wilson #terry jr #lincoln li wilson #listen #when i found out terry jr bit it #i was so fucking sad #literally inconsolable #this made it worse but.#this is how i cope #beam writes

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lunarmoonanons · 1 year

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The Lords, the Whites, and the Wardrobe

Chapter 1

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During a game of hide n seek, YN falls into a strange wintery world. Narnia AU.

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YN was carried by her mother to her grandfather’s home. It was an old, charming place, built in the 1920’s by her great-grandfather, filled with antiques and things that held so much magic and story. YN looked at her mother, her eyes crinkled as she smiled when her mother kissed her tawny cheek, making the girl laugh. Once inside, YN shrugged off her coat, giggling at her silly father.

“Where is my sweet grandbaby!” Her grandfather beamed, walking down the hallway. “YN! My sweet baby!”

“Uh, hi dad.” Her dad dramatically said.

“Yes, yes, you’re here too.” The old man teased and gave YN a present. “An early christmas present for you my girl.”

YN was ready to rip it open, until her mother’s reddish-brown hand rested on her shoulder. She gave YN the “look” that said to thank her grandfather. “Thank you Paw-Paw.” YN kissed his pale cheek, making it wrinkle as he smiled. “Can I play hide and seek?”

That was a game she and her grandfather had played since she was 6. She would hide somewhere in the home and he would search around for her. Sometimes it would take him hours to get her, since she was such a good hider and found the best spots. As the 7 year old practically vibrated in place from excitement, her parents shared a look.

“YN, wouldn’t you rather find a book to read? I don’t know how safe it is.” Her dad tried to pacify her. YN only whined in return.

“But daddy…”

“Oh let her have fun. If she knew the trouble you got into, she’d do worse.” Paw-Paw teased, making her father’s face go almost as red as his hair. “Go on, YN. There’s nowhere I can’t find you.”

YN giggled and ran off. Her loose curls bounced as she looked for a good place. Several rooms she had already used more than once, she wasn’t allowed to hide in chests, and hiding under the bed was what babies did. Finally she reached a room that she hadn’t used before, it was completely empty save for the large covered thing at the end of the room. Once she removed the cloth, she saw the most beautiful wardrobe in her life. It had strange old carvings on its doors, and it looked like it reached the ceiling. As the sound of her from the first floor echoed, YN opened the chest and snuck inside.

She giggled, and stepped farther and farther back. Coat’s covering her view, she wrinkled her round nose at the smell of the moth balls. She went backwards more, reaching her hand behind her. The prickle on her hand made her gasp and turn around.

There, in the back of the wardrobe was a cold wintery place. Snow was all over the forest floor, and trees surrounded her. YN loved snow, and this magical place fulfilled her fantasies. She smiled and at the wintery surroundings, reached her hand out to catch snowflakes as she walked forward. Her palm fingers grew red from the cold, and her breath came out in puffs. She inched forth, amazed that such a large place could fit in one Wardrobe. Even if it was a large Wardrobe. She smiled at the coats in the wardrobe and went further in. This was the best hiding spot.

Once she made her way in a couple spaces, she came across what looked like an old timey lamppost. The ones mommy would say had to be lit with real fire. When she touched it, it didn’t feel like metal. It felt oily, and like it was some smooth stone or rock. But the lamp fire burnt bright. She marked the snow that touched it with a smiley face. Then jumped when she heard rustling.

Someone was walking toward her, It couldn’t be Paw-Paw. The steps were too heavy for that. They were getting closer and YN became frightened. Her father was right, it wasn’t safe to play hide and seek. She waited for the figure to pop out. A large man in furs holding a sword came from the thicket, making her scream as well as the man jump and hold his weapon up. She tried to hide behind the post, and the man stood shocked at the girl.

Eventually, YN stepped back from the post and shrunk into herself. The man stared at her, his shock evident on his cold, harsh face. Slowly, she stepped toward him, and he lowered his weapon. She looked at the sword, then the man.

“Were you trying to hunt… me?” YN sked, staring at the sword, which he quickly sheathed.

“No. I- Of course I wasn’t hunting a child.” The man said, confusion in her voice. Her clothing did not say which house she heralded from. She wore these thick breeches, and a wool shirt; a chain of silver looped around her neck that held a shaped metal. She looked somewhat like the descriptions of the people from the Summer Isle’s. “Child. Who are you? Why are you out here in the snow without protection? What is your name?”

“What’s yours?” The little thing snarked at him. He gave her a look that reminded her of her mother.

“What are you doing here?” He asked gently.

“Well… I was playing Hide n Seek with my Paw-Paw. So I was hiding in the wardrobe in the spare room. And somehow in the back of the wardrobe, is this place.” YN rambled.

“Where do you herald from?”

“I’m from Baltimore. That’s Maryland.” YN smiled.

“Balt- Maryland. That is no land in the north. Or even Westeros.” The man asked, confused.

“Westeros? What’s that?” YN asked.

“Well..” He chuckled. “Dear girl, you’re in it.” He gestured ahead of them. “Everything from the wall, to the desert of Dorne. Every stick and stone you see, every snowflake here is the North of Westeros.”

YN circled around and took in her surroundings again. “This is an awfully big Wardrobe..” She whispered.

“My apologies. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Ned Stark. Leader of house Stark. Warden of the North.” He bowed his head slightly.

“It’s very nice to meet you Mr. Starl. I’m YN LN.” She smiled and held out her hand. He stared at it inquisitively. “You’re supposed to shake it.”

“Why?”

“I… don’t know. It’s what adults do to each other when they say hello.” The two held hands and swayed them side to side, making YN giggle and the man chuckle at her round golden brown cheeks.

“Well, then, YN LN from the shining city of BaltImore, in the wondrous land of Mary. How would it be if you came and had a hot drink with me?” He asked.

YN smiled, ready to accept, until shouts from the distance startled her. A man ran forth, though YN could not see him, and he yelled something about wildings. Ned took out his sword again, scaring YN. She ran away from Ned back to the Wardrobe. The pumping blood in her ears drowned out Ned's worried call. Once she found the coats again, she jumped through the Wardrobe and fell onto the floor. Shutting the doors quickly.

She was back. She had to find her family!

#game of thrones #game of thrones x reader #poc reader #mixed reader #got #got x reader #ned stark #eddard stark

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borathae · 13 days

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Chapter 11

You peek through the spy first. You aren’t that reckless. wattpad canon yn gotta learn from her

WHO IS IT?? no jimin pls old man?? is he evil and young like the queen in snow white

damn the familiar, letter and invitation everything just hits soo magical haha very old fashioned in a fairy tale way gregor pointing at himself is uwu pls im crying over a cute grandpa

“Ah, no don’t bow" ... “Of course Miss” .... bows again, same energy as dont apologize its ok, im sorry ..... oh sorry again

baby the old man is probably younger than him ACTUALLY NO ITS HIS DAD'S BESTIE family friends you know ahah haah ha 😃

Lace up boots with a petit heel and toe cap.OMG ITS SOO HOT MOMMY SHOES SHUTU P IM BARKING ALREADY ASAAAHAAJS

It looks handmade, all of it, DID HE DO THAT ?? “It feels wonderful on bare skin. You should try it out some time.” STOP I HAVE A LIFE Golden and the diamonds and pearls are clearly real. HOW RICH IS HE WTF

“Nope, I’m out”, you say and close the box quickly, “this is too much.” mood

OMG OUR BABIES FINALLY YAY HI KOOKLES

how did he not see/smell us???

“It’s pretty”, Jungkook whispers, fumbling with his thumbs. OMG HE SPOKE DIRECTLY TO US AND DIDNT RUN AWAY im selling my non-existent properties to him HOBI STOP TEASING THE BABY

“Two hundred bucks?” me if i win it: WE ARE RICH NOW WOOHOO

dont tell me hes gonna wear his old uniform haha “His grandfather served in the war. It’s his way of honouring him. Right Jungkookie?” right 😃😃💀💀 I bet your grandpa would be so happy to see you Jungkook” 😭😭 im dead pls

OMG TAE SEND US A WINK *FAINTS nooo we just got 2seokook for a second talk to them pls

what’s with this seductive intonation of ‘pleasure’ as if that means something to you?ofc she wont remember it ugh joon fuck you

poor yoongles being ignored tae: 😍 yoongi: -_- jimin: 😒 namjoon: 😏

FUCK OFF JAMAL boi wdym u can make it ur convo?? 👀😃🤨

ofc father louis williams suga adams junior the third wont like to dress up for the ball

It seems like everyone hated each other secretly and as if smiling was forbidden. reminds me of tae saying friendship as a force of habit

hmm joon likes it U AINT FORGIVEN tho 😒🙄I TAKE THAT BACK

“Inspiring?” you make sure, laughing nervously, “you mean evil, don’t you?" SIR??

very evil vibes, no more daddy vibes marty im scared pick me up

“what’s Gregor doing at her place?” ..Taehyung seems…frightened TAE IS SCARED THATS IT BYE IM LEAVING TO UM IDK MARS

Taehyung seems to visibly relax, even going so far as to exhale in relief. phew we got 2seokkook to save the day

“Will you children be quiet for once?” Yoongi growls thanks HE IS THE MAN ONCE AGAIN, solved jinmin's petty fight (major??)

“Why is everyone staring? Continue you with your pointless existence, will you?” KING SHIT YALL

He disappears behind a pillar and then you can’t see him anymore. boi wut where did u go???

TAE IS SCARED AGAIN???? WHY IS JOON ANGRY they are almost hypnotising you, “yeah, okay better this way.” ok again this hypnotizing shit aah

wow we are going to make out here?? ok i will take that haha im not confused anymore haha, jokes aside is he hypnotizing us? cuz she is taking more time to think and just easily disregarding everything else

who's close?? jimin and joon?? wow shit seems so intense wtf its just gifts?? unless tae is broke and he took a loan for it

holy shit tae could be a whole ass kilgrave with the mind control. How long does it take for the power to wear off? was jin also controlled like that?

fuck jin's doing the same thing except he is trying to calm her down

fuck im so confused scared and slightly pissed

WHO IS IT?? no jimin pls old man?? is he evil and young like the queen in snow white

lmoaoaooa imAGINE FAHSDF

damn the familiar, letter and invitation everything just hits soo magical haha very old fashioned in a fairy tale way gregor pointing at himself is uwu pls im crying over a cute grandpa

like it's so romantic JFADJFJ my bitchass would fall so hard for it JFJDASFJ

Lace up boots with a petit heel and toe cap.OMG ITS SOO HOT MOMMY SHOES SHUTU P IM BARKING ALREADY ASAAAHAAJS

HAHHHA Not you going into horny mode JFJDS

NO BUT IT COULD ACTUALLY BE THAT HE MADE IT HE IS ALSO WAY TOO RICH *sucks his dick*

how did he not see/smell us???

boy was probably well fed and not feral for onCE jfjasdjf

“It’s pretty”, Jungkook whispers, fumbling with his thumbs. OMG HE SPOKE DIRECTLY TO US AND DIDNT RUN AWAY im selling my non-existent properties to him HOBI STOP TEASING THE BABY

he is such a shy bean in SA I sob :(

“Two hundred bucks?” me if i win it: WE ARE RICH NOW WOOHOO

NO BUT ME FR bro no joke I spend 2.200 € yesterday on new photography equipment and I would literally kill to randomly get 200 bucks :')

what’s with this seductive intonation of ‘pleasure’ as if that means something to you?ofc she wont remember it ugh joon fuck you

like ugghhh rancid nasty

poor yoongles being ignored tae: 😍 yoongi: -_- jimin: 😒 namjoon: 😏

lmaooa for real fajdsf

FUCK OFF JAMAL boi wdym u can make it ur convo?? 👀😃🤨

BRO IS SO CONFIDENT LIKE BESTIE.

It seems like everyone hated each other secretly and as if smiling was forbidden. reminds me of tae saying friendship as a force of habit

mhmhmmmmmmmm

“Why is everyone staring? Continue you with your pointless existence, will you?” KING SHIT YALL

HE IS SO ANGRY IN SA I WANT HIM

like the hypnotising has to STOP

who's close?? jimin and joon?? wow shit seems so intense wtf its just gifts?? unless tae is broke and he took a loan for it

lmaoo imagine 😭😭

holy shit tae could be a whole ass kilgrave with the mind control. How long does it take for the power to wear off? was jin also controlled like that?

LIKE LISTEN HE IS ACTUALLY SO SCARY *sucks his dick*

#asks: sanguis alpha #asks #minusback #tw: long post

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hazbincalifornia · 7 months

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Protection

Sort of combining the fankids prompt and preparing for kids prompt for Blitzpreg week, albeit a bit loosely.

Summary: Stellaluna is protected by her family, and wants to return the favor.

Wordcount: 1020

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Close the blinds. Check the rooms. Lock the doors. Nobody gets in. Papa’s making sure you’re safe.

Breathe. In, out. In, out. Do it along with Daddy while Loona’s watching the door just in case, ears pointed straight up and sniffing at the air.

“Why…?” The question was quiet, not wanting to interrupt Papa when he was doing his magic, his eyes a different shade of red and his entire body soaked in a sparky glow she wanted to touch but wasn't allowed to, not now.

Daddy clicked his tongue, thinking. “Life in Hell can be rough sometimes, sweetie. Sometimes, people want to hurt other people.”

She held up her fingers and mimed a gun firing with little pew-pew noises, and he laughed and ruffled at her head.

“Not really. We kill humans ‘cause somebody paid us to. Most of ‘em are gonna end up down here anyway. Sometimes…” His voice stretched a little. “Sometimes, people want to hurt us, ‘cause they don’t like us.”

“That’s mean.”

“Yeah, but you’ll get used to it. We’ll make sure nobody ever hurts you, alright, pumpkin? That’s why I’m showing you how to hurt them right back if you need to.” He curled his large red fingers around her tiny black ones, and she nodded.

It made sense.

Still.

Still, there was something in the air, heavy as feather-wetness from after a bath, and she watched as Papa slumped and Daddy hurried over to offer him some water and words she couldn’t hear.

Loona wordlessly crossed the room and flipped out her phone, but she turned it to the game that was fun to watch, which was nice of her. Her fur was sweaty and her hair smelled like trees.

She drifted away before Daddy crossed the room again or Papa gave her the goodnight kiss he usually did when he was here.

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Close the blinds. Check the rooms. Lock the doors. Nobody gets in. Papa’s making sure you’re safe.

It had been a few months, but Daddy’s breathing was too fast, the way it was when something went wrong. Loona was out tonight, but Daddy had her on his lap so she could feel as much as hear how his chest was rising and falling.

“It’s alright, they didn’t… don’t worry, sweetie, okay? Okay?”

She nuzzled against his tummy. She was still able to feel a little softness under the shirt, which she liked.

There had been someone in the hallway. Someone new. She knew most of the people that lived here, or at least on her floor.

They’d tried to shoot her.

That was mean, and made her shaky as she curled closer to him, to his smell of gunpowder and spice and leather.

Daddy seemed scared.

It didn’t really make sense- he was big and strong and could kill people real easily- but the little tremors and the way his voice wiggled a little… it sure seemed like it.

He was scared because they’d tried to get her. Because of her.

She pressed her cheek against him and murmured that she was okay, she wasn’t worried. Everything was okay, right?

(Her heart was still beating twice as fast as usual when her eyes darted down to the hole in the puffy sleeve of her dress, but she sucked in breaths like he did, and it started to go away.)

_____

Keep yourself safe. Keep Daddy safe, only ask for help if something’s gone very, very wrong.

Daddy was having a baby, a little brother. They’d waited until they were in the palace for real instead of just on weekends, waited until things were done and they’d be safer.

People said a lot of mean things at her over the last few months when they were pointing cameras and microphones at her. Poked at her, shot at her, snarled at her, all just as much as they did at Daddy and Papa and Loona. She got good at pretending it didn’t matter so they didn’t have to worry. (She was good at pretending, almost as good as she was at stabbing and hugging.)

They had all decorated the baby’s room together, bigger than the one she’d had when she was little. (She was five now, and felt far bigger than she had when she was merely two or three. After all, she was going to be a big sister.) They’d picked out pieces of glass, stuck them together, and hung it so the light from the window made the inside of the room dance with pretty colors.

Daddy fell asleep on the couch in the baby’s room, and she curled up against his tummy. It had a layer of squish around it, but it was hard if she tried to hug it, all full of brother. He squirmed a little when she patted at him, and Daddy made a noise that was kind of a snore and kind of a purr, which she couldn’t help but let out a little laugh at.

“Hey there.”

He squirmed again, and she tapped him with her finger. She’d been thinking a lot, about how to make things better for him. He was going to be real little from what Daddy and Papa said, even though he was making Daddy big right now. Little enough to need a lot of help.

“I’m gonna make you safe. Nobody’s gonna mess with you or be mean to you while I’m around.” She leaned in real close, so close that her beak almost caught on the fabric of Daddy’s shirt so Daddy couldn’t hear. “I’m protectin’ Papa and Daddy already. They won’t get scared ‘bout stuff if I’m not. You’re littler than them, and I can hurt people. Nobody’s gonna mess with you. Promise.”

She pecked a kiss on the rounded bump before settling down with her cheek pressed against the skin and drifting off, keeping herself between her new brother and the world.

#helluva mpreg #daddy blitzo #shadow writes stuff #stella

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transhawks · 1 year

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1) How long until Dabi almost kills Endeavor and AFO starts calling Hawks "the New No.1" and that it seems to be a curse for the No.1 to fall one after the other in a big way to their own sins? 2) How long until AFO coughs up more HPSC comments besides calling Hawks "Mr. Replacement." (Which is super creepy, did he always know about the HPSC or was he listening in on when Hawks called himself that and this was meant to be a quote and not a fact? He seems to buy into the lie the HPSC told about Nagant killing a hero, but when she explodes it's like he knew what she really was, "a tool." And to this day I can't tell if "heroes employed under the HPSC" is a common known fact. Deku recognizes her as such, but he could've heard from Hawks, who for all that he keeps his backstory hidden away, saying "this lady is trained by the HPSC and also my Senpai" is super telling, but just like at his mom's house where he says "I'm free of my shackles because those guys are gone" everyone is too disturbingly chill about one of their co-workers feeling imprisoned by the guys that sign their paychecks.

(Somewhere in the 40s, I think Ch 47 that says their hero work is based on commission and how much pay they get is based on reports they write on how helpful they were, so I'm pretty sure the HPSC reads that to pay em.) And the HPSC building is a direct copy-cat of the "National Public Safety Commission" drawn the same as the irl one in any of Hawks' flashbacks to them. But not every single one matches, I imagine they have several branches that handle different work and buildings. In 191 what we thought was him standing outside the hospital actually matched the HPSC building drawn in Heroes Rising, maybe the real reason Hawks looked so worn down and like he was crying was because they chewed him out over "how come Dabi tricked you like this, you're all out of feathers, did you lie about the attack to us, does he suspect you, are you compromised, didn't we tell you it's okay to allow civilian casualties, you could've risked the whole mission, no wonder Dabi doesn't trust you, don't mess up the next task he gives you, etc."

(Read: Literally DEMANDED casualties, "you can and you will." Lmao if he went public with this, y'all be getting some heat.) Also with Hawks being a canon workaholic, no way the HPSC was all "sure you fucked up your chance to get Dabi's trust and now you're a grounded bird so you can relax the next 3 days" he might've told that to Endeavor about taking it easy but he was 100% still working. I bet it's a common misconception in hero society that Hawks' quirk is a free ticket to getting days off, but in reality he both never does and doesn't have a place to relax if he doesn't feel safe trying to get to his secret home if the HPSC is stalking him more when he's wingless. I also hope that place has stairs tho in case he does wanna go back but if it's only flight-accessible, rip. Actually now that I think about it, when he's wingless is probs when he uses the place HPSC gave him so they feel secure about where he is. 3) How long into AFO rewinds himself into a child so Hawks can punt him into the sun? Or maybe he magically stops rewinding in his 20s so we can write meet-cutes or "the demon lord is my age and now I have to supervise him as my roommate" fics? Alternatively, I'm still willing to accept AFO seeing the way he raised Shigaraki in how the HPSC raised Hawks and pointing that out to him.

1) Dabi will attempt to kill Enji when the asshole finally hugs him. Nothing like realizing the most precious thing on the battlefield that you want to destroy to hurt your dad is actually you. I mean he's already suicidal, I'm sure the realization Daddy loves him but sucked too much at being a dad to tell him, causing all this fuckery, is just a "okay I've had enough of this fucking family" moment.

2) I don't know how much AFO knows. It's weird, as you said. I can't imagine he doesn't know what the government is doing. And this is one of the most annoying things about lore. We know the HPSC regulates the heroes, decides their pay. But whatever Nagant and Hawks are under is a different thing. And in some ways, people are aware that Nagant was a HPSC hero? I wonder if it's just a thing of like her debuting as being sponsored by the HPSC itself. Like all the other heroes tend to get a leg up from their schools but Nagant's debut was seen as a thing of, "We want to introduce a hero we have scouted on our own and who will represent the ideal HPSC hero".

Actually the idea that he was upset because the commission chewed him out is likely. I think if there is a difference between Nagant and Hawks is that the killing of civilians, at least, was not something Hawks had to do. Being told to go against all his instincts in saving people (and desires. Remember at his core he wants to save people)....

I do think Hawks going public wouldn't do much good. The HPSC is in shambles. Mera might deny any knowledge, because he probably didn't know. If Hawks did it before the fight, it might have collapsed society further but bringing up all the shit he's done post-war will be seen as making trouble. The reaction might be like the one to Dabi, where a lot of people just wish the victim kept that shit to themselves.

But yeah, I think Hawks never like.....has a vacation. Even if his wings are down, he can use very small feathers to hear things so I think his "downtime" is when he's the most effective for more information -gathering missions.

3) AFO pointing out Hawks is a grooming victim would be amazing in the way he was insulting Enji for fucking up his kids. Look in the mirror, man.

#asks

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mermaidsirennikita · 1 year

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what are your recs for "revenge plot but failed bc hero or heroine fell in love"?

A Rogue By Any Other Name by Sarah MacLean--obvi, Bourne is such a bitch

Again the Magic by Lisa Kleypas--obviously a classic, if you didn't know it already; heroine and hero were childhood sweethearts, and her dad found out and fired him as he was a servant and she was a fine lady. She was forced to tell him she didn't love him to chase him off, and he gets super pissed and comes back 12 years later super successful and ready to ruin her as revenge.

Never Seduce a Duke by Vivienne Lorret (out 2/21)--Hero is uptight and nerdy in a daddy kind of way, thinks the heroine is out to steal his like... ancestral book, it's wild. Anyway, they fall for each other and hook up, and then get torn apart--but he thinks she left him and stole the book. So when he sees a couple years later, he's determined to get his revenge and get the book back. Little does he know...... he left her with a bit of a souvenir.

Kiss of a Demon King by Kresley Cole--PNR. Heroine is evil and kidnapped the hero to conceive his child, lots of edging and dubcon (he's into it, to be fair) occurs. Once he gets free, he's out to get even and begins falling in love with her beyond the sexual connection. Obviously, TW for a lot of dubcon.

Once More, My Darling Rogue by Lorraine Heath--Heroine is a snobby brat, hero was adopted by a duke and duchess but is lower class by blood. He finds her after she falls into a river and she has amnesia, so as like a revenge prank he tells her that she's his housekeeper and she needs to do shit like WASH HIS BACK LMAO. It gets outta hand real fast. TW: discussion of childhood sexual abuse.

The Duke and the Lady in Red by Lorraine Heath--this is sorta kinda, but I think it counts. The super rakish hero is intrigued by a widow and determined to seduce her. Turns out she's a con woman; he realizes this fairly early on and basically offers to pay her what she needs to settle her debts in exchange for a week in his bed, with the implication being that he also wants revenge. He... falls hard.

What I Did for A Duke by Julie Anne Long--hero gets cucked by local rake, decides to deflower rake's sister for revenge. It.... doesn't work as planned.

The Prince of Broadway by Joanna Shupe--local businessman's daughter wants to open a casino for ladies, enlists a dangerous casino owner to mentor her; what she doesn't know is that he's using her for revenge against his father. SO GOOD.

Lady Sophia's Lover by Lisa Kleypas--heroine poses as a maid in the hero's house in order to ruin him in revenge for him having her brother imprisoned

No Good Duke Goes Unpunished by Sarah MacLean--heroine was engaged to hero's father years ago, fakes her death and accidentally frames him for murder; years later he finds her alive and is determined to have revenge

#romance novel blogging #book recs

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halothenthehorns · 1 year

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Chapter 5: I PLACE AN UNDERWATER PHONE CALL

Nico read the new chapter title telling himself he was happy to be reading now. These books weren't that long, maybe he'd even get out of reading the rest of this one getting his out of the way now.

"Wouldn't monsters still be summoned to you under there?" Alex asked.

"I didn't think waterproof phones had gotten that advanced," Magnus said.

"I want to know who he's calling," Jason frowned, "was your mom supposed to be waiting for you, or did you all assume you'd find another ride to camp?"

"I wish I could make one now to 911," Percy sighed, "you guys are insane constantly questioning these."

I'd never seen Camp Half-Blood in winter before, and the snow surprised me.

Nico tried to hide a grimace behind the book how ominous that should have been. He brought cold and the dead everywhere with him from the beginning.

"I keep telling Chiron we need some kind of winter break holiday special!" Will nearly shouted Nico's ear off as he waved at Percy. "To many campers miss how awesome this place is to experience with snow whenever we want, and we need some new traditions to shake up some of ours! I already promised Nico fireworks in December."

Nico was now blushing just a bit and muttering nobody else would want to sit around for that, but over ruled instantly as Percy nodded along seriously. "Even just for two weeks, that sounds awesome!"

See, the camp has the ultimate magic climate control. Nothing gets inside the borders unless the director, Mr. D, wants it to. I thought it would be warm and sunny, but instead the snow had been allowed to fall lightly. Frost covered the chariot track and the strawberry fields. The cabins were decorated with tiny flickering lights, like Christmas lights, except they seemed to be balls of real fire. More lights glowed in the woods, and weirdest of all, a fire flickered in the attic window of the Big House, where the Oracle dwelt, imprisoned in an old mummified body. I wondered if the spirit of Delphi was roasting marshmallows up there or something.

"Better than the sacrificial alter fire I was imagining," Magnus made an 'uck' face.

"We only sacrifice kids during the eclipse thank you," Will gave a dramatic sniff.

"Whoa," Nico said as he climbed off the bus. "Is that a climbing wall?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Why is there lava pouring down it?"

"Little extra challenge.

"Extra challenge," Magnus repeated, "because the normal kind you can fall off of and die from isn't fun enough."

"You said it, not me," Alex smirked.

"Saved our butts in the past, the lava-less climb made Polyphemus's cliff seem tame," Percy shrugged it came in handy.

Come on. I'll introduce you to Chiron. Zoe, have you met—"

"I know Chiron," Zoe said stiffly.

"Does she hate him too?" Jason asked. "They're both immortal, but not gods, you'd think she'd get along with the horse guy for having something in common."

"She's still unhappy about being sent away from Artemis," Thalia sadly interpreted. It was the first time she'd spoken up after finally getting her breath back, and she still sounded so exhausted and weary, now for a different reason. "She's going to be unhappy with everyone for a while." A sentiment she'd never have understood before joining herself, and she winced with guilt how harshly she'd treated Zoe just like Percy back during these times.

"Tell him we will be in Cabin Eight. Hunters, follow me."

"I'll show you the way," Grover offered.

"We know the way."

"Oh, really, it's no trouble. It's easy to get lost here, if you don't"—he tripped over a canoe and came up still talking—"like my old daddy goat used to say! Come on!"

"Why do I have a feeling that advice didn't help him escape Polyphemus?" Alex asked.

"I sort of want to hear that sage satyr advice," Jason admitted. "I didn't think they could give advice."

"I'll be sure to ask him when we get back," Percy rolled his eyes.

Zoe rolled her eyes, but I guess she figured there was no getting rid of Grover. The Hunters shouldered their packs and their bows and headed off toward the cabins. As Bianca di Angelo was leaving, she leaned over and whispered something in her brothers ear. She looked at him for an answer, but Nico just scowled and turned away.

"She asked if the place looked like fun," Nico answered before Alex or anyone could ask. "Like I was at my first day of preschool," he finished, his voice colder than any frost.

"I mean, wasn't the answer yes?" Percy gave him a smile and as always tried to laugh that off.

He just turned his face away from him back to the book. He was trying so hard to let go of his bitter thoughts about his sister he didn't even realize for the first time he hadn't admired Percy's talent for doing that, it was just a casual response from him by now.

"Take care, sweethearts!" Apollo called after the Hunters.

"He clearly takes Artemis's dire warnings to heart," Rachel chuckled.

"What's she going to do, ground him?" Thalia sighed.

He winked at me. "Watch out for those prophecies, Percy. I'll see you soon."

"What do you mean?"

Instead of answering, he hopped back in the bus.

"Cryptic, unhelpful, leaves an impression," Jason sighed. "These gods are almost getting predictable."

"Gods, don't tell him that," Will's eyes went wide in fright what his dad might do to be called anything other than predictable.

"I thought you meant bus drivers in general for a second, so who are we to judge?" Alex shrugged.

"Later, Thalia," he called. "And, uh, be good!"

He gave her a wicked smile, as if he knew something she didn't.

"Like how to be good?" Magnus asked without hope.

"There's a lost cause before it started," Thalia scoffed, "least of all from Apollo."

Then he closed the doors and revved the engine. I turned aside as the sun chariot took off in a blast of heat. When I looked back, the lake was steaming. A red Maserati soared over the woods, glowing brighter and climbing higher until it disappeared in a ray of sunlight.

Nico was still looking grumpy.

"I'm beginning to think that's his perpetual state of being," Rachel said cheerfully.

"He's had his moments in here," Percy rolled his eyes.

"Leave him be," Will almost sounded like he was snapping at them. "Nobody's telling you to take all of this with a smile."

Nico was biting his lip, not quite hiding a smile Jason noticed as Nico watched Will, so he didn't really think he was that bothered at all when he tacked in, "still, since we're marking milestones, first time Nico was mentioned like that."

"We are not marking those!" Thalia reminded in exasperation. "You keep doing it despite our continued protests!"

Rachel now had her hand pressed to her mouth to poorly stifle how Thalia sounded like an exhausted babysitter with to many charges as Nico kept going.

I wondered what his sister had told him.

"Who's Chiron?" he asked. "I don't have his figurine."

"I'm sure he's heartbroken," Alex sighed, though immediately perked up and said, "maybe I could make one."

"You can't, ah, just make up your own," but Nico wasn't going to be the one to tell Alex no when she was clearly going to try.

"Our activities director," I said. "He's... well, you'll see.

"That's all you gave him?" Magnus protested. "A little sympathy for the guy you could warn is part horse."

"I thought you wanted to hear Nico having more of a reaction to you than something?" Percy asked innocently. "Maybe I'm trying to surprise the kid."

"By giving him a heart attack?" Magnus demanded.

"Be honest, do you want Nico to ask how many hit points a centaur has?" Thalia was clearly on Percy's side.

Nico was shaking his head in long accepted exasperation that's all he'd clearly ever be to them, a kid. It really wasn't bothering him as much as it used to though, maybe Bianca had meant for him to let go and even enjoy his age a bit more rather than focusing on revenge.

"If those Hunter girls don't like him," Nico grumbled, "that's good enough for me. Let's go."

The second thing that surprised me about camp was how empty it was. I mean, I knew most half-bloods only trained during the summer. Just the year-rounders would be here—the ones who didn't have homes to go to, or would get attacked by monsters too much if they left.

But there didn't even seem to be many of them, either.

I spotted Charles Beckendorf from the Hephaestus cabin stoking the forge outside the camp armory.

Percy smiled with a somber look for Tyson. He remembered back during their school year he'd loved wintertime and splashed through every puddle on the way to school, always stopping to make incredible snowmen during recess. Even when Matt Sloan had broken them apart he'd just smile and rebuild a better one.

He hoped he was okay down under the ocean, that he and Annabeth could send him a Christmas card.

The Stoll brothers, Travis and Connor, from the Hermes cabin, were picking the lock on the camp store.

"Argus was having a mysterious emergency on the bus," Will said innocently. "Connor told me he was positive he heard some poor soul trapped in the engine."

"I'm so sure there was someone trapped in the store they had to get out right away, it couldn't wait," Percy nodded while the others chuckled that no matter the time of year, at least business as usual seemed to be going on there.

A few kids from the Ares cabin were having a snowball fight with the wood nymphs at the edge of the forest. That was about it. Even my old rival from the Ares cabin, Clarisse, didn't seem to be around.

"I'm sure she's somewhere around there," Thalia muttered, wishing she'd asked more at the time why she'd always been locked up by herself.

The Big House was decorated with strings of red and yellow fireballs that warmed the porch but didn't seem to catch anything on fire. Inside, flames crackled in the hearth. The air smelled like hot chocolate. Mr. D, the camp director, and Chiron were playing a quiet game of cards in the parlor.

Chiron's brown beard was shaggier for the winter. His curly hair had grown a little longer. He wasn't posing as a teacher this year, so I guess he could afford to be casual. He wore a fuzzy sweater with a hoofprint design on it, and he had a blanket on his lap that almost hid his wheelchair completely.

"It's almost full on deja vu to the first time I did meet him," Percy smiled at Magnus now. Except Annabeth wasn't down at her cabin to tell him drooled this time, he couldn't help a forlorn sigh.

He smiled when he saw us. "Percy! Thalia! Ah, and this must be—"

"Nico di Angelo," I said. "He and his sister are half-bloods."

"As opposed to finding a couple of what?" Alex asked.

"You never know, I might have to rescue a baby satyr one day," Percy shrugged.

Chiron breathed a sigh of relief. "You succeeded, then."

Percy and Thalia made an eerily similar face, they could never call that mission a success, and Nico still winced against his own intentions. He'd brought them nothing but chaos from the beginning.

"Hey," Will said quietly beside him. He couldn't be disrespectful to the hurt in the pair of them, but he still told Nico sternly, "one success doesn't mean someone else's failure. We will always want more kids around camp however they get there."

Nico studied him for a moment, wrestling with himself if he believed that. Will probably saw him as just a kid too, an obligation of someone to take care of down here. They all weren't that much older than him, hell, technically he was older than them!

It wouldn't matter when he came back from Tartarus with proof, they couldn't just see him as some pipsqueak then.

"Well..."

His smile melted. "What's wrong? And where is Annabeth?"

"Oh, dear," Mr. D said in a bored voice, "Not another one lost."

There was a tense, crackling noise filling the room. Jason and Rachel were glancing uneasily at their nearest seatmates with trepidation nobody needed translating. If Dionysus started pretending like Annabeth's loss was no big deal, no way were they going to survive both of these two having a fit over it down here.

I'd been trying not to pay attention to Mr. D, but he was kind of hard to ignore in his neon orange leopard-skin warm-up suit and his purple running shoes. (Like Mr. D had ever run a day in his immortal life.) A golden laurel wreath was tilted sideways on his curly black hair, which must've meant he'd won the last hand of cards.

"What do you mean?" Thalia asked. "Who else is lost?"

Just then, Grover trotted into the room, grinning like crazy. He had a black eye and red lines on his face that looked like a slap mark.

"I'm guessing his offer to show them to the showers didn't go over well," Alex wrinkled her nose Grover was that bad at taking a hint.

"Must be strange for him chasing someone who can't turn into a tree to get away," Jason said blankly, but an idiotic fawn acting like a pest was the most normal thing he'd yet heard of this camp, so it phased him the least.

"The Hunters are all moved in!"

Chiron frowned. "The Hunters, eh? I see we have much to talk about." He glanced at Nico. "Grover, perhaps you should take our young friend to the den and show him our orientation film."

"Poor Grover getting more sidelined in this one than the last one where he was literally kidnapped out of the way," Magnus smiled faintly.

"G-Man's always had his own agenda," Percy said without concern. He'd catch his best friend up on any important details he'd miss.

"But... Oh, right. Yes, sir."

"Orientation film?" Nico asked. "Is it G or PG? 'Cause Bianca is kinda strict—"

"It's PG-13," Grover said.

"Cool!" Nico happily followed him out of the room.

"Speaking of being sidelined," Nico huffed as he flipped the page. It was no wonder really, he'd been duped out of the room as easily as any toddler.

"Oh come on, the graphics aren't that bad," Will insisted. "I'd skip on a dire conversation about the end of the world again just to watch that part about Odysseus sailing around and slaying a few monsters."

"You only say that because your dad directed it," Nico smirked.

"You didn't deny it though," Will smirked back.

"Now," Chiron said to Thalia and me, "perhaps you two should sit down and tell us the whole story."

When we were done, Chiron turned to Mr. D. "We should launch a search for Annabeth immediately."

"The proper response when a camper goes missing," Will sounded as petulant as he ever could, maybe even a tad bitter himself. As many campers that had gone missing over the past two years alone, Chiron had cautioned patients and keeping an eye on each other more.

Because they knew the truth, they were defecting to Luke's side. There was no saving them.

Annabeth goes missing and Chiron wants to launch an immediate rescue to go find Luke and bring her back. Because she'd want to come back.

He knew the difference when he spelled it out, but it didn't make the hurt any less so many other kids had been passed over. He'd had a new little brother for about three weeks when he went missing one night, and Chiron had mournfully announced the same old speech at breakfast. What if Luke had taken him against his will? Indoctrinated him into hating the gods? He might have wanted to come back!

Will didn't say any of that though, didn't let the others see it. He couldn't hate Chiron for making the hard choices any more than he hated his dad for not casting divine intervention to rescue all his kids. It just hurt.

Nico looked at him in surprise though for the unfamiliar tone, and for the first time wondered if anybody had actually looked for him when he fell into the Labyrinth.

"I'll go," Thalia and I said at the same time.

Mr. D sniffed. "Certainly not!"

Thalia took a deep breath to reign in her temper, but Percy was already glowering at the book in Nico's hands, his green eyes churning the water around him without him even seeming to notice.

Thalia and I both started complaining, but Mr. D held up his hand. He had that purplish angry fire in his eyes that usually meant something bad and godly was going to happen if we didn't shut up.

"Why does it always have to be bad and godly?" Magnus sighed. "For once I want to see something good and godly happen with all that massive power."

"I wouldn't hold your breath," Alex was leaning forward curiously in her seat what he was going to do, her hair swinging over her shoulder. Magnus caught a hint of skin on the back of her neck that seemed oddly miscolored, and quickly averted his eyes lest he get caught peaking.

"From what you have told me," Mr. D said, "we have broken even on this escapade.

The water was getting increasingly hot in here, and Nico vaguely wondered what they were doing to the ecosystem as he read faster.

We have, ah, regrettably lost Annie Bell—"

"Annabeth," I snapped.

Percy had restrained himself from doing that in here by forcing his eyes to the ceiling and copying Thalia, taking a deep breath. He knew it wasn't Nico, he didn't want to kill anyone in here, he was being calm because she was okay...

Jason was still looking wearily from him to the center of the room like he expected Oceanus to pop back up any second and save them. It's not like they could do anything else if Percy exploded.

She'd gone to camp since she was seven, and still Mr. D pretended not to know her name.

"Yes, yes," he said. "And you procured a small annoying boy to replace her.

Nico had to pause there and clench his teeth together hard enough to crack a tooth to stifle a self-deprecating laugh. As if he could replace Annabeth in any sense, yet somehow one of his favorite gods was indulging his forbidden wish. There was always a reason he liked the wine dude, all the fun good ideas.

So I see no point risking further half-bloods on a ridiculous rescue. The possibility is very great that this Annie girl is dead."

...She's alive, she's alive, she's alive...

It shouldn't be possible for them to hear howling wind down here or sense the danger in the very air they should be fleeing for their lives, but they all could.

"Percy-" Thalia began, but he didn't want to hear from her right now, a proven fact when she felt an icy splash of water to her face as he snapped, "I know, I'm listening!"

Thalia spat the water out and only commented, "I was just going to say if you didn't say something to him I would have."

Nico was pretty sure Percy hadn't been a pile of ashes when he burst in, so he tried to keep going before that happened to all of them. Thalia was scrunching up her tongue in disgust without trying again anyways.

I wanted to strangle Mr. D. It wasn't fair Zeus had sent him here to dry out as camp director for a hundred years. It was meant to be a punishment for Mr. D's bad behavior on Olympus, but it ended up being a punishment for all of us.

"Annabeth may be alive," Chiron said, but I could tell he was having trouble sounding upbeat. He'd practically raised Annabeth all those years she was a year-round camper, before she'd given living with her dad and stepmom a second try. "She's very bright. If... if our enemies have her, she will try to play for time. She may even pretend to cooperate."

"That's right," Thalia said. "Luke would want her alive."

"In which case" said Mr. D, "I'm afraid she will have to be smart enough to escape on her own."

I got up from the table.

"Percy." Chiron's tone was full of warning. In the back of my mind, I knew Mr. D was not somebody to mess with. Even if you were an impulsive ADHD kid like me, he wouldn't give you any slack. But I was so angry I didn't care.

"Whoever says that's not a fatal flaw has clearly never met you," Jason muttered as Percy's feet kept shifting his weight around, he had his hand clamped tight in his pocket but still hadn't drawn his pen. He really was trying to keep in mind not to kill all of them and have another meltdown.

"You're glad to lose another camper," I said. "You'd like it if we all disappeared!"

Mr. D stifled a yawn. "You have a point?"

"Yeah," I growled. "Just because you were sent here as a punishment doesn't mean you have to be a lazy jerk! This is your civilization, too. Maybe you could try helping out a little!"

For a second, there was no sound except the crackle of the fire. The light reflected in Mr. D's eyes, giving him a sinister look. He opened his mouth to say something—probably a curse that would blast me to smithereens—when Nico burst into the room, followed by Grover.

"Jason, mark this one for your diary," Will gave him an air poke. "Nico just saved Percy's life!"

"It's not a diary," he huffed before muttering there was nothing wrong with taking notes.

"Yeah, thanks Nico," Percy sighed, rubbing hard at his temple where a hurricane-sized headache had lodged. "Annabeth probably would have resurrected me herself just to smite me for getting killed before she got saved."

"Anytime," Nico said with an odd feeling of lightness. He'd never thought Percy would actually thank him for anything before.

"SO COOL!" Nico yelled, holding his hands out to Chiron. "You're... you're a centaur!"

Chiron managed a nervous smile. "Yes, Mr. di Angelo, if you please. Though, I prefer to stay in human form in this wheelchair for, ah, first encounters."

"And, whoa!" He looked at Mr. D. "You're the wine dude? No way!"

Mr. D turned his eyes away from me and gave Nico a look of loathing. "The wine dude?"

"Dionysus, right? Oh, wow! I've got your figurine."

"My figurine."

"In my game, Mythomagic. And a holofoil card, too! And even though you've only got like five hundred attack points and everybody thinks you're the lamest god card, I totally think your powers are sweet!"

"I second that vote," Rachel raised her hand.

"The Mr. D is actually cool part, or the Nico saved Percy's bacon part?" Jason asked, even mock clicking a pen.

"Both," she grinned.

"Duly noted," he laughed.

Percy, however, exchanged an exasperated look with Magnus. "He's now got us both beat out on first reaction to seeing a god, three times, in one day!"

"Nico's actually got you beat out on less gods who want to kill him too," Alex added.

"Can we not!" Nico planted his face in the pages in protest.

"Now you know my pain," Percy victoriously reminded.

Nico spared a look around and grinned back. It was nice, to just look at Percy and not feel his own oceans' worth of tangled, rushing emotions. Percy swept his black hair aside and watched him expectantly to move on, and surprisingly the first thing that came to mind wasn't to feel longing, then shame for wanting to brush at it himself, but instead to feel a little happy the guy clearly didn't blame all this on him like some of the other campers inherently seemed to do when any bad thing happened.

He still didn't find it as endearing as usual Percy just laughed it off too. Odd.

"Ah." Mr. D seemed truly perplexed, which probably saved my life. "Well, that's... gratifying."

"Percy," Chiron said quickly, "you and Thalia go down to the cabins. Inform the campers we'll be playing capture the flag tomorrow evening."

Percy winced though and sat back in his seat with frustration. He'd never played a game of capture the flag without her, and he wasn't looking forward to it now.

"Capture the flag?" I asked. "But we don't have enough—"

"It is a tradition," Chiron said. "A friendly match, whenever the Hunters visit."

"Friendly? That's the word he used?" Alex drawled.

"Yeah," Thalia muttered. "I bet it's real friendly."

"Touché Alex," Thalia grinned.

Chiron jerked his head toward Mr. D, who was still frowning as Nico talked about how many defense points all the gods had in his game. "Run along now," Chiron told us.

"Oh, right," Thalia said. "Come on, Percy."

"And I would have gotten the popcorn," Alex sighed.

"Nah, I'd get bored without him constantly causing distress," Thalia shrugged.

She hauled me out of the Big House before Dionysus could remember that he wanted to kill me.

Percy was still working his jaw and didn't seem upset at the trade off if he could have finished telling that pompous sot off.

"You've already got Ares on your bad side," Thalia reminded me as we trudged toward the cabins. "You need another immortal enemy?"

"It's not an important number until I hit three, right?" Percy said innocently to Jason. "Hades actually doesn't hate me for giving back his helmet, I'm just keeping it real."

"Mock me all you like, you'll thank me for remembering the details you keep forgetting about your own story," Jason grinned.

"What would his curse even do to you?" Alex snorted. "Make all of your cokes flat?"

Percy got a horror-struck look on his face though, and Thalia sighed that's what it had taken for him to rethink mouthing off to a god!

She was right. My first summer as a camper, I'd gotten in a fight with Ares, and now he and all his children wanted to kill me. I didn't need to make Dionysus mad, too.

"Sorry," I said. "I couldn't help it. It's just so unfair."

She stopped by the armory and looked out across the valley, toward the top of HalfBlood Hill. Her pine tree was still there, the Golden Fleece glittering in its lowest branch. The tree's magic still protected the borders of camp, but it no longer used Thalia's spirit for power.

Magnus smiled he at least got one of his many questions answered about that. Her spirit wasn't attached anymore, but the tree still seemed to be blessed by Zeus at the very least to be so powerful.

It wasn't exactly a happy reminder to Thalia though, as she sat still as a pine in her seat. Her father could have easily made that thing vanish when she'd come out of it. Instead, it stood sentinel in place as a constant reminder to her.

"Percy, everything is unfair," Thalia muttered. "Sometimes I wish..."

She didn't finish, but her tone was so sad I felt sorry for her. With her ragged black hair and her black punk clothes, an old wool overcoat wrapped around her, she looked like some kind of huge raven, completely out of place in the white landscape.

She'd felt out of place there. It was why she'd gone to private school with Annabeth, who didn't need her anymore, while being so socially out of the loop and behind in all the remedial classes with monsters showing up every other weekend to challenge her. She could barely stomach sleeping in her own cabin and rather dragged her sleeping bag up to the roof above Zeus's statue most nights. Chiron had tried to respect her wish, teaching her how to manipulate the mist as soon as possible, always letting her come over at a moment's notice for extra practice, but she'd felt no more at home in the real world than at Camp. She'd never felt at peace until she joined the hunt, or was traveling with Luke and Annabeth, or those first years where it was just her and her little brother.

Maybe she had an older sibling complex, but at least it had all worked out for her in the end.

"We'll get Annabeth back," I promised. "I just don't know how yet."

"First I found out that Luke is lost," she said. "Now Annabeth—"

"Don't think like that."

"You're right." She straightened up. "We'll find a way."

The two exchanged a solemn look. Percy was still angry and frustrated with his situation and the world at large for constantly putting Thalia in his face down here, mocking him for everything he wasn't; but she was his friend. He'd felt it the moment he met her and wanted to get back to that more than dwell on this argument.

Thalia felt the exact same sense of replacement when she looked at him. To her it had seemed like Percy had slipped so easily into the role of Luke and her for Annabeth, her little sister didn't need either of them anymore when she'd come out of that tree and Annabeth had spoken of nothing but him.

They'd both failed to save her though, and blaming each other wasn't getting her back.

Over at the basketball court, a few of the Hunters were shooting hoops. One of them was arguing with a guy from the Ares cabin. The Ares kid had his hand on his sword and the Hunter girl looked like she was going to exchange her basketball for a bow and arrow any second.

"What could they have even found to argue about on such sacred ground in so short a time?" Alex asked with interest.

"Basketball to the death, yeah, sounds on par with this place," Magnus shrugged without surprise.

"I'll break that up," Thalia said. "You circulate around the cabins. Tell everybody about capture the flag tomorrow."

"All right. You should be team captain."

"No, no," she said. "You've been at camp longer. You do it."

"We can, uh... co-captain or something."

She looked about as comfortable with that as I felt, but she nodded.

"Look at you two working together," Jason approved, "those Hunters won't stand a chance. Um, no offense Thalia," he went a little cross-eyed as he eyed her silver jacket.

Thalia laughed without humor the game had been a disaster and her current status wasn't the concern about it when she said, "wait to place your bets on that one."

As she headed for the court, I said, "Hey, Thalia."

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry about what happened at Westover. I should've waited for you guys."

'"S okay, Percy. I probably would've done the same thing." She shifted from foot to foot, like she was trying to decide whether or not to say more.

Thalia swallowed a lump in her throat and looked quickly away from Jason. She wished she had kept her mouth shut now instead of opening up a bit to Percy, making temporary peace with him then felt like a slap in the face looking at the kid brother she'd lost in here.

Jason felt an inexplicable surge of guilt when she clearly looked away from them. He didn't know if it was regret for sharing that with Percy, or something to do with him, his clear otherness. She seemed to like Alex plenty and treated Magnus fondly, so fingers crossed it was the Percy thing.

"You know, you asked about my mom and I kinda snapped at you. It's just... I went back to find her after seven years, and I found out she died in Los Angeles. She, um... she was a heavy drinker, and apparently she was out driving late one night about two years ago, and..." Thalia blinked hard.

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, well. It's... it's not like we were ever close. I ran away when I was ten. Best two years of my life were when I was running around with Luke and Annabeth. But still—"

"That's why you had trouble with the sun van."

She gave me a wary look. "What do you mean?"

"The way you stiffened up. You must've been thinking about your mom, not wanting to get behind the wheel."

I was sorry I'd said anything. Thalia's expression was dangerously close to Zeus's, the one time I'd seen him get angry—like any minute, her eyes would shoot a million volts.

"Yeah," she muttered. "Yeah, that must've been it."

She trudged off toward the court, where the Ares camper and the Hunter were trying to kill each other with a sword and a basketball.

"You can tell me to skip stuff like that," Nico offered as he looked around at her with his own sorrow. "I, I'm not looking forward to some things, well, I'm sorry too Thalia."

She shrugged, but gave a concerningly wet sniff as she spoke to the wall above him. "It's whatever, I'm not ashamed to share that." Which was true enough, Percy had guessed wrong.

"He's right though Thals, I need to learn to keep my mouth shut," Percy sat forward in his seat with clear apology he'd upset her.

She forced herself to look back and shrug again, but she fooled no one.

The cabins were the weirdest collection of buildings you've ever seen. Zeus and Hera's big white-columned buildings, Cabins One and Two, stood in the middle, with five gods' cabins on the left and five goddesses' cabins on the right, so they all made a U around the central green and the barbecue hearth.

As Percy even slightly relaxed at the true feeling of being home again seemed to settle on him when this was described, Jason still twitched uneasily. From the very beginning, this setup was still weird.

I made the rounds, telling everybody about capture the flag.

Will smiled for the slipped moment nobody would know but him and Percy, that the book and clearly the guy hadn't thought about long enough to care. He'd been the one to answer the door, he and Kayla had been the only year-round campers at the time. In the background had been Grover, escorting Nico to the Hermes cabin Percy had already passed. Nico hadn't looked over his shoulder to even realize that was the first time he'd seen him, but Will had already been thinking about going over after dinner as an excuse to check on the new kid and maybe say high to Connor. He was always so mopey whenever Katie wasn't around the rest of the year.

I woke up some Ares kid from his midday nap and he yelled at me to go away. When I asked him where Clarisse was he said, "Went on a quest for Chiron. Top secret!"

"What's this now?" Jason sat up straight once more.

"Which word did you not get?" Percy asked politely. "The quest, or the secret?" His sarcasm didn't hold up very well, he was just as curious what all this was about.

"Is she okay?"

"Haven't heard from her in a month. She's missing in action. Like your butt's gonna be if you don't get outta here!"

"Such caring for their siblings, really brings the comradery of this place into focus," Nico muttered, the speech about how he couldn't even have a bed because they were all claimed from Travis, while Connor had been eyeing his bag with a familiar look of what could be stolen from him his first impression of the campers.

"The only thing we like to use the Ares cabin for is a bad example," Will shrugged.

I decided to let him go back to sleep.

Percy and Jason groaned in unison and flopped back into their seat, sending the couch back a few inches.

"You sure you don't want to switch books?" Percy insisted, knowing he'd decapitate anyone else who suggested it. "This is the worst one yet!" Most annoyingly of all because he had a sixth sense of what the answer was. Clarisse came back from this mission, but he wasn't going to like the answer.

"What makes you think I'd have any better luck than you?" Jason reminded as he tapped his temple.

Finally I got to Cabin Three, the cabin of Poseidon. It was a low gray building hewn from sea stone, with shells and coral fossils imprinted in the rock. Inside, it was just as empty as always, except for my bunk. A Minotaur horn hung on the wall next to my pillow.

"Because that'll chase the monsters under your bed away," Alex smirked.

"It's not even a good commemorable piece from the first monster you killed," Magnus said with a confused frown. "The fury didn't leave behind a trophy, did she? Why'd you keep that thing instead of throwing it in the attack?" He didn't exactly want a daily reminder of when he'd lost his mom, he carried it around in his head enough.

"A reminder to write her all summer," Percy said quietly. He fell asleep every night looking at that thing knowing what he had to lose. If he could mount that manticores head up next he would.

I took Annabeth's baseball cap out of my backpack and set it on my nightstand. I'd give it to her when I found her. And I would find her.

Percy made such a deep, frustrated noise of longing it must have disrupted the sonar of every underwater creature in the ocean. He didn't blame Rachel or Magnus for being here instead of her, but he still felt more lost during this one than any coordinates pinning his location could ever describe.

I took off my wristwatch and activated the shield. It creaked noisily as it spiraled out.

Dr. Thorn's spikes had dented the brass in a dozen places. One gash kept the shield from opening all the way, so it looked like a pizza with two slices missing. The beautiful metal pictures that my brother had crafted were all banged up. In the picture of me and Annabeth fighting the Hydra, it looked like a meteor had made a crater in my head.

"Hopefully not foreshadowing," Percy muttered.

I hung the shield on its hook, next to the Minotaur horn, but it was painful to look at now.

"Tyson will just be relieved it did its purpose and saved your life," Thalia promised. "He's out there practicing how to make even better stuff."

"Right," Percy agreed with that, but it didn't negate how he'd miss that one.

Maybe Beckendorf from the Hephaestus cabin could fix it for me. He was the best armorsmith in the camp. I'd ask him at dinner.

I was staring at the shield when I noticed a strange sound—water gurgling—and I realized there was something new in the room. At the back of the cabin was a big basin of gray sea rock, with a spout like the head of a fish carved in stone. Out of its mouth burst a stream of water, a saltwater spring that trickled into the pool. The water must've been hot, because it sent mist into the cold winter air like a sauna. It made the room feel warm and summery, fresh with the smell of the sea.

"That sounds like a thing of beauty," Alex's eyes glimmered with want to see such a piece in person.

"I've spent an embarrassing amount of hours in there sketching it," Rachel laughed for the amount of times Percy and Annabeth had chased her out of there. "The design is so elegant!"

"Cool," Magnus was blinking like he had a bright light in his eyes, "but what? That's insanely creepy somebody just came into your cabin and set that up."

"It's not just my cabin," Percy reminded with a genuine smile once more. "It's in honor of my family."

I stepped up to the pool. There was no note attached or anything, but I knew it could only be a gift from Poseidon.

I looked into the water and said, "Thanks, Dad."

Percy chuckled, just a small little one, but the first semblance of a happy noise he'd made sense Annabeth's vanishing. "Maybe he heard my tirades last summer about those two words and upped his game."

"That's one hell of a gift Percy, you're lucky," Will said sincerely, but Nico noticed how the smile didn't quite reach his eyes and instantly knew why. His dad had certainly never given his cabin such a custom gift, and he'd think Hades would shower the place after finally getting one after all this time. Had Apollo ever added any kind of personal touch?

The surface rippled. At the bottom of the pool, coins shimmered—a dozen or so golden drachma. I realized what the fountain was for. It was a reminder to keep in touch with my family.

I opened the nearest window, and the wintry sunlight made a rainbow in the mist. Then I fished a coin out of the hot water.

"Iris, O Goddess of the Rainbow," I said, "accept my offering."

I tossed a coin into the mist and it disappeared. Then I realized I didn't know who to contact first.

My mom? That would've been the "good son" thing to do, but she wouldn't be worried about me yet. She was used to me disappearing for days or weeks at a time.

"I disagree with that track," Magnus almost sounded like he was scolding him. "Your mom was probably worried the moment she dropped you off, you still could have called her to tell her about Annabeth and the two new kids, she would have wanted to hear."

Percy looked quickly away though to hide the lump in his throat as Magnus had said the very reason he was reluctant to talk to her. His mom thought the world of Annabeth, and he'd just got done telling Chiron how he'd lost her. He couldn't bare to say it all again yet.

My father? It had been way too long, almost two years, since I'd actually talked to him.

"I really wouldn't call it much of a conversation either," Magnus agreed with a mystified expression. No god had exactly expressed thanks for Percy saving the world, and he still couldn't get over Poseidon saying he regretted Percy's birth even if he'd shown in the time since he did care about him.

But could you even send an Iris-message to a god? I'd never tried. Would it make them mad, like a sales call or something?

"I don't see why not?" Jason still seemed particularly intrigued over these things as he analyzed that silly question. "Since it's a goddess herself doing it, but you've yet had one so I'm wondering if there's just this mist hovering before you, you have to accept it or something, and I don't know if it comes with caller ID."

"Also, the chapter title is a lie because whoever gets this phone call, you are not underwater," Alex added.

"Your minds must be some strangely coded places," Percy told them both, and he was the ADHD one.

"I'm with Percy, since you all missed the obvious," Rachel gave them a pointed look. "Percy did send an Iris message to Dionysius!" It was a story every kid loved to tell about Tantalus's great departure.

They sat staring at her for a moment before Percy muttered, "oops. Yeah, I try to actively forget about him."

"Uhhu," she rolled her eyes at all of them.

I hesitated. Then I made up my mind.

"Show me Tyson," I requested. "At the forges of the Cyclopes."

Percy grinned as everyone in here smiled for his choice. Alex even raised her hand and said, "I take it back! You need to be making more underwater phone calls!"

He couldn't wait until he could actually see his little brother again and introduce him to even more friends.

The mist shimmered, and the image of my half brother appeared. He was surrounded in fire, which would've been a problem if he weren't a Cyclops. He was bent over an anvil, hammering a red-hot sword blade. Sparks flew and flames swirled around his body. There was a marble-framed window behind him, and it looked out onto dark blue water—the bottom of the ocean.

"I don't know why, but a window underwater is really hurting my brain right now," Magnus rubbed the heel of his hand into his forehead to prove his point.

"Yes, that's the weird part, not the literal fire underwater," Alex said in almost sympathy.

"I'm trying to learn to roll with some of the punches," he sighed since, again, nobody else had blinked at that part. Maybe because they were underwater too, which still boggled his mind if he thought about it to long.

"Tyson!" I yelled.

He didn't hear me at first because of the hammering and the roar of the flames.

"TYSON!"

He turned, and his one enormous eye widened. His face broke into a crooked yellow grin. "Percy!"

He dropped the sword blade and ran at me, trying to give me a hug. The vision blurred and I instinctively lurched back.

"Keeping those battle reflexes alive in all situations," Jason chuckled.

"Tyson, it's an Iris-message. I'm not really here."

"Oh." He came back into view, looking embarrassed. "Oh, I knew that. Yes."

"How are you?" I asked. "How's the job?"

His eye lit up. "Love the job! Look!" He picked up the hot sword blade with his bare hands. "I made this!"

"That's really cool."

"I wrote my name on it. Right there."

"Awesome. Listen, do you talk to Dad much?"

"You could have just called your dad if you wanted to know about him!" Alex protested. "I want to know what else he's been making! You didn't even ask if he was having fun!"

Percy had no words of defense for himself, other than the contrite, "I know, I was going to ask if he had a clue where Thorn could have vanished with Annabeth. It was a long shot, since they just vanished into thin air, but," he spread his hands miserably he couldn't be asking Tyson that, and his dad had been his last hope for help with this.

Tyson's smile faded. "Not much. Daddy is busy. He is worried about the war."

"What do you mean?"

Tyson sighed. He stuck the sword blade out the window, where it made a cloud of boiling bubbles. When Tyson brought it back in, the metal was cool. "Old sea spirits making trouble. Aigaios. Oceanus. Those guys."

The eight of them exchanged uneasy glances.

It should have been comforting, Oceanus himself had admitted to causing these problems and their being here was apparently part of his redemption.

It was just, nobody thought he was doing a very stellar job.

Percy kept telling himself he was being paranoid, the Ocean Titan hadn't abducted him to push him into Kronos's side, or if he was he was blundering it like the people who were apparently supposed to be here in the first place.

Still, the nagging question had yet left since it occurred to him. Where were Annabeth and Grover? Was the war still going on and this was a really weird prisoner-of-war scenario?

His father had given him a reassurance though, only one brief moment of warmth, but he was positive it had been Poseidon assuring him. Nobody in the know had contradicted a single line of this story to manipulate him to any side, they were just his thoughts. If nobody else, he had faith Annabeth would be with him again soon enough to straighten all this out, he just had to get back to her by any means necessary.

I sort of knew what he was talking about. He meant the immortals who ruled the oceans back in the days of the Titans. Before the Olympians took over. The fact that they were back now, with the Titan Lord Kronos and his allies gaining strength, was not good.

"Is there anything I can do?" I asked.

Tyson shook his head sadly. "We are arming the mermaids.

"I'm assuming he doesn't mean Ariel?" Magnus asked, and he considered it progress his voice hadn't cracked at this new revelation existing too.

"I am really salty we haven't seen a mermaid down here," Alex huffed.

They need a thousand more swords by tomorrow." He looked at his sword blade and sighed. "Old spirits are protecting the bad boat."

"The Princess Andromeda?" I said. "Luke's boat?"

"Yes. They make it hard to find. Protect it from Daddy's storms. Otherwise he would smash it."

"I am extremely worried what old spirits could block Neptune?" Jason frowned.

"I think we're living in the answer," Percy reminded.

"Smashing it would be good."

Tyson perked up, as if he'd just had another thought. "Annabeth! Is she there?"

Percy would swear his heart withered into nothing at such an innocent question that had no good answer. If all had just gone according to plan she would have been right there beside him catching up with Tyson too...in his cabin...

The strange expression of dread on his face fluctuating between a faint blush would have been fascinating to watch on a better day, but Nico found he didn't have the urge to gawk at him. It wasn't even for fear of getting caught, he was just striving in that moment to treat Percy like he was treated. As a casual friend.

"Oh, well..." My heart felt like a bowling ball. Tyson thought Annabeth was just about the coolest thing since peanut butter (and he seriously loved peanut butter). I didn't have the heart to tell him she was missing. He'd start crying so bad he'd probably put out his fires.

"Underwater," Magnus repeated, but he was so worried about her too he might drown in his own bubble of protection if he didn't get some kind of answer about her soon.

"Well, no... she's not here right now."

"Tell her hello!" He beamed. "Hello to Annabeth!"

"Okay." I fought back a lump in my throat. "I'll do that."

"Along with nonstop hugging, giving her back her hat, and maybe a headlock for going off that cliff," Will chuckled. "She's got a lot of catching up to do."

"When she comes back," Percy nearly growled at the end there would be no other alternatives.

"And, Percy, don't worry about the bad boat. It is going away."

"What do you mean?"

"Panama Canal! Very far away."

I frowned. Why would Luke take his demon-infested cruise ship all the way down there? The last time we'd seen him, he'd been cruising along the East Coast, recruiting halfbloods and training his monstrous army.

"International monsters and kids. Gods, how is that more chaotic and terrifying than five seconds ago?" Rachel muttered. She'd visited meetings with her dad that sounded less chaotic.

"All right," I said, not feeling reassured. "That's... good. I guess."

In the forges, a deep voice bellowed something I couldn't make out. Tyson flinched.

"Got to get back to work! Boss will get mad. Good luck, Brother!"

"Okay, tell Dad—"

But before I could finish, the vision shimmered and faded. I was alone again in my cabin, feeling even lonelier than before.

Percy sighed and glanced around at his friends in here. He didn't really feel alone, but despite he felt a kinship with every one of them now for sharing this with them, none of them felt like the family he would have wanted in that cabin with him right then.

I was pretty miserable at dinner that night.

I mean, the food was excellent as usual. You can't go wrong with barbecue, pizza, and never-empty soda goblets. The torches and braziers kept the outdoor pavilion warm, but we all had to sit with our cabin mates, which meant I was alone at the Poseidon table. Thalia sat alone at the Zeus table, but we couldn't sit together. Camp rules.

Nico let out a cold, blistering sigh. He hated that rule, he hated most of the rules at camp that felt they were designed to leave him alone feeling like a singled-out freak. Every time he looked around now-a-days, Percy had still been smiling and laughing with kids nearby like this was no concern at all.

"We should really change that rule, we've been breaking so many lately," Will said non to quietly with a commiserating look at Percy and Thalia, but his blue eyes glanced at Nico only out of the corner of his eye. They'd been building cabins and adding all sorts of accommodations to fill in for all the extra kids they'd been getting lately, why not allow a few more to go with the past?

"Good luck getting Chiron to agree with that," but Percy sounded just as hopeful he could sit at a table with Annabeth someday.

At least the Hephaestus, Ares, and Hermes cabins had a few people each. Nico sat with the Stoll brothers, since new campers always got stuck in the Hermes cabin if their Olympian parent was unknown. The Stoll brothers seemed to be trying to convince Nico that poker was a much better game than Mythomagic. I hoped Nico didn't have any money to lose.

"Negative," Nico assured with a mock smile. There had been a trust set up for him and Bianca, but it's not like money had ever been his concern between being passed around from foster family to caretaker on their way from Vegas to Westover Hall, learning to pickpocket and only relying on each other in those weeks.

Will's heart skipped a beat though as he remembered watching that fondly from a table away, and the memory was oddly flipped. He could still see Connor slipping a card up his sleeve and thinking how he wouldn't warn Nico so as not to spoil Connor's fun.

Now he definitely knew he'd step in and warn those two not to pull such a stunt on Nico right now, he'd been through enough.

Connor would probably have laughed, maybe even called him fickle. He'd never been subtle about his crush, but as he glanced at Nico now, he wondered what was a crush but deciding you wanted to get to know someone and liked what you learned?

The only table that really seemed to be having a good time was the Artemis table. The Hunters drank and ate and laughed like one big happy family. Zoe sat at the head like she was the mama. She didn't laugh as much as the others, but she did smile from time to time. Her silver lieutenant's band glittered in the dark braids of her hair. I thought she looked a lot nicer when she smiled. Bianca di Angelo seemed to be having a great time. She was trying to learn how to arm wrestle from the big girl who'd picked a fight with the Ares kid on the basketball court. The bigger girl was beating her every time, but Bianca didn't seem to mind.

Nico struggled hard to swallow for a moment, but it was no good, he'd choked over that entire paragraph with a bitter resentment once more. She hadn't once looked over to check on him. She'd always wanted to be brave enough to to make friends, and she'd finally gotten her wish.

He wanted to be happy for her, he really tried to push and search for that. She'd deserved this freedom from him, he'd spent that lone conversation with Travis and Connor chatting about card tricks, even over completely different games than she'd ever wanted to hear. He hoped laughing along with her new family had been her last thought.

When we'd finished eating, Chiron made the customary toast to the gods and formally welcomed the Hunters of Artemis. The clapping was pretty halfhearted. Then he announced the "good will" capture-the-flag game for tomorrow night, which got a lot better reception.

Afterward, we all trailed back to our cabins for an early, winter lights out. I was exhausted, which meant I fell asleep easily.

Being emotionally drained could do that to a person, Percy knew, as he was constantly living that experience. He was half tempted to ask to take a nap from this book, and they were only five chapters in.

That was the good part. The bad part was, I had a nightmare, and even by my standards it was a whopper.

"You dream about hamburgers too?" Alex asked almost innocently enough.

Magnus tried to laugh along for her like usual, but even he couldn't muster it. He didn't know which would be worse, to hear about Annabeth, or something else going wrong.

Annabeth was on a dark hillside, shrouded in fog.

There was Magnus's answer anyways. He winced and leaned forward in his seat for whatever this hurt was, he had to know she was okay. Percy got to see her in dreams, all he had was a few sparse memories of their childhood days always imagining her in these horrible places.

It almost seemed like the Underworld, because I immediately felt claustrophobic and I couldn't see the sky above—just a close, heavy darkness, as if I were in a cave.

Annabeth struggled up the hill. Old broken Greek columns of black marble were scattered around, as though something had blasted a huge building to ruins.

Jason twitched, a faintly familiar frown on his face. Not quite as pronounced as back on Circe's island, but one all the same Thalia noticed. She really didn't like the way he might know about this place too.

"Thorn!" Annabeth cried. "Where are you? Why did you bring me here?" She scrambled over a section of broken wall and came to the crest of the hill.

She gasped.

There was Luke. And he was in pain.

He was crumpled on the rocky ground, trying to rise. The blackness seemed to be thicker around him, fog swirling hungrily. His clothes were in tatters and his face was scratched and drenched with sweat, "Annabeth!" he called. "Help me! Please!"

"It's a trap," Alex spat at once.

"Maybe not," Magnus pleaded with the universe she wasn't going to be hurt by him again. "Maybe Luke did something to piss off Kronos, and this is his punishment. Thorn was meant to bring random half-bloods there," he reminded as he gestured at Nico, "maybe this is a warning?"

Alex didn't seem very convinced, and Percy was watching between the two with deep longing. If it was a ruse, Annabeth would see it coming before him, right?

She ran forward.

I tried to cry out: He's a traitor! Don't trust him!

But my voice didn't work in the dream.

All the terror, none of the protection, Magnus shivered. That's often how Hearth had told him he felt when they were confronted by cops on the street. To not have a voice in any situation was its own nightmare.

Annabeth had tears in her eyes. She reached down like she wanted to touch Luke's face, but at the last second she hesitated.

"What happened?" she asked.

"They left me here," Luke groaned. "Please. It's killing me."

I couldn't see what was wrong with him. He seemed to be struggling against some invisible curse, as though the fog were squeezing him to death.

Jason was starting to perspire, little tendrils of adrenaline trying to race along him with nowhere to go but whisper in his mind. He knew this place.

"Why should I trust you?" Annabeth asked. Her voice was filled with hurt.

"You shouldn't," Luke said. "I've been terrible to you. But if you don't help me, I'll die."

Will winced. He still remembered the tears in Annabeth's eyes when she'd sat in the infirmary and tried to explain to him why she'd done it. He'd promised he would have helped him too, and she'd cried herself into a much needed sleep. It hadn't been a lie.

Let him die, I wanted to scream. Luke had tried to kill us in cold blood too many times.

He didn't deserve anything from Annabeth.

"Except maybe a swift kick off a cliff," Thalia hissed. He'd promised Annabeth they'd protect her, be her new family. This was his promise!

Rachel gave her a concerned look, she'd said that with a little too much confidence. She really hoped Thalia didn't try to resurrect Luke just to act on it.

Then the darkness above Luke began to crumble, like a cavern roof in an earthquake.

Huge chunks of black rock began falling. Annabeth rushed in just as a crack appeared, and the whole ceiling dropped. She held it somehow—tons of rock. She kept it from collapsing on her and Luke just with her own strength. It was impossible. She shouldn't have been able to do that.

"You guys continue to do things that shouldn't be possible," Magnus reminded with a proud, if forlorn smile.

Luke rolled free, gasping. "Thanks," he managed.

Then his heart shattered, all eight of them winced.

Alex and Percy had been right, they'd known it was a trick from the start. And she'd fallen for it.

Magnus had never thought to call his cousin faint of heart, but he wished he could shake her right now and ask how many times Luke had to betray her before she'd stop caring about him? He was almost scared breathless if she would forgive her dad if she met him now, and he didn't even know how badly Fredrick had hurt her. He watched Thalia with wide, desperate gray eyes nobody needed to imagine had been in Annabeth's yearning face.

"She's alive, she's alive," Percy was chanting it like a mantra now, palms splayed flat on his knees to stop himself clenching up and destroying anything that would stop them getting to that. She was alive, and being tortured because of Luke!

Thalia kept up a brave face, just like always. It was true, but they had a long path to get there, and Percy wouldn't want to hear from her for quite some time as things progressed.

"Help me hold it," Annabeth groaned.

Luke caught his breath. His face was covered in grime and sweat. He rose unsteadily.

"I knew I could count on you." He began to walk away as the trembling blackness threatened to crush Annabeth.

"HELP ME!" she pleaded,

"Oh, don't worry," Luke said. "Your help is on the way. It's all part of the plan. In the meantime, try not to die."

Nico studied those last, awful, spiteful words he'd said to her before casually strolling away with a kind of loathing he rarely indulged. What if that had been Bianca as intended? How had Luke just walked away knowing she well could die and leave her like that? Annabeth had never been his favorite person, but he couldn't imagine a more soulless person than this guy right now. And he'd always thought he was the freak of nature.

The ceiling of darkness began to crumble again, pushing Annabeth against the ground.

I sat bolt upright in bed, clawing at the sheets. There was no sound in my cabin except the gurgle of the saltwater spring. The clock on my nightstand read just after midnight.

Only a dream, but I was sure of two things: Annabeth was in terrible danger. And Luke was responsible.

The earth was rumbling and shaking beneath them, cracks and splinters threatening to topple the titan of the ocean's kingdom down around them all as they traveled up the walls to the domed ceiling while Percy yelled in frustration and slashed his sword at nothing. He was going to kill him!

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