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starryylies · 2 months

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Do you think Simon is the type of guy that say “Dress however you want,I can fight”???I think he is..but still he will punished us for teasing him and getting him into trouble :)

Simon punishing you in the bathroom

Omg Hii!! Thank you so much 4 the request I love it aaaaa

and yes I totally agree that si is the type of man to be self assured and say that butttttt you make it hard sometimes but for that you get your due punishment :3

Anyways I hope you enjoy 🩷🩷🩷🩷

You both had decided to go out this Friday night, you were all glammed up wearing your lil white dress with shimmery star like sparkles on it

You were quite reluctant on wearing the dress though since it showed some skin and you felt insecure regarding your body :(

You looked like a goddess in Simon’s eyes though

You looked like an angel in flesh

He swore he would make himself worthy of you and that he would protect you from the outside world

So there you were,

With a possessive arm draped around your shoulders as you walked by the courtyard

reaching to a magical entrance filled with aromas of many a thousand of dishes which were being cooked inside the kitchen

You were so hungry,

drooling even because of the smell of the food

you were enjoying your date with Simon in the restaurant,

until~

You decided it would be a little fun to get him all flustered and play a little game

You slowly hiked your heel upto Si’s crotch rubbing circles there while maintaining eye contact

“you’re playing a dangerous game princess” he said giving out a warning followed by a dark and somewhat soothing chuckle

You kept quiet continuing the ‘game’,

getting soft grunts and winks from si

But then the waiter arrived,

Maybe you had too many glasses of wine or maybe you were just losing your mind,

You decided to go further and tease Simon by flirting with the waiter

Oh this was gonna get more fun you thought

Locking eyes with the waiter, leaving flirtatious cues, brushing your fingertips against his hand

You felt like You finally had the upper hand

Or, so you thought (you don’t )

Si’s fists were clenching in anger.

The second after the waiter left he had to restrain himself to not bend you over then and there to pound into you everyone (the waiter) knows you’re his

So he abruptly got up taking ahold of your wrist leading you to the restroom

“ fuckin’ brat had to rile me up didn’t ya look at ya, so fuckin hungry for my attention” he grumbled out.

Going inside,

He closed the stall keeping you close to him as he roughly yanked off your panties with his left hand

“flirtin’ with the waiter right infront of me, I wanted to rip his fucking eyes off” The words came out like spitfire from his mouth as he held you close with his right hand

You could feel his hot breath on your face as you reached up to give him a soft kiss as an ‘apology’

It was followed by a rough and desperate kiss from his end as he pulled your body closer to his.

“You look so beautiful today but you gotta remember who ya belong to princess” he said softly In between the haste kiss

He then started leaving trails of sloppy wet kisses on the nape of your neck while slowly rubbing your throbbing clit

“FuckkkFuck siiiii it feels nice go on” you moan

“Ya want me to make ya cum with my fingers dont’ ya love”

“Yesss siii pleaseplease” you moaned out softly as you gripped his shirt,

The pressure on your clit and the wet kisses left made you so close

“Are ya close princess huh? Tell me?”

“Yessss si m so close” you whined out

As you were about to reach your orgasm simon yanked away his hand

“Siii why’d you do that” you cried

“Cuz bad girls don’t get to cum now do they princess?” he said teasingly as he straightened his shirt out and fixed his cuffs

“Sii I beg ya please lemme cummm” you whined

“No, Not a single word till we get home princess” He says sternly while you pout :(

As you fix your dress and yourself you try to take your panties which are next to Simon’s shoes

As you bend over to pick them up

Simon is quick to grab them before you

“But sii i need them :((‘

“Dirty little girls don’t get to wear panties and trust me you won’t be needing them princess” he smirks getting out of the stall undazed

leaving you to be a poor horny lil mess for the rest of the night :)

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soullessdianthus · 7 months

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𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐨 "𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐲" 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚

A/N: Just some glimpse of life with your husband Rudy. I want to be his little spoon so bad, I'm always cold during the night. (╯▽╰ )

Warnings: nothing just lil' smut at the end (gentle sex, lotus), generally fluff

✧°. Definitely has a wife younger than him, because only recently he had begun thinking about settling down with someone. I personally believe that it wouldn’t be a person in their early twenties – someone who still studies and goes to parties. That would not feel right to Rudy, as he wants to start a family in the near future.

✧°. But on the other hand, let’s think about him being with someone much younger, in their early twenties for example – someone more vulnerable and in his opinion naive even to engage with someone like him. Rudy would be probably more protective and dominant in the relationship, trying to keep an eye on you all the time. He would protect his pretty baby girl at all costs. <3

✧°. He’s an absolute sweetheart and will take great care of you – spoiling his wife with massages, gifts or some romantic dates. He embraces love through the acts of service, quality time and words of affirmation. However, you cannot find a happier man on the planet than Rodolfo, when you wear clothes or jewelry he has picked out for you.

The bathroom was filled with the scent of your flower body wash as the two of you were sitting in a tub filled with warm water and bubbles. Your back was leaning against Rudy’s chest, sitting between his legs. You had no idea how exactly the two of you managed to squeeze in there. Rodolfo’s fingers were rubbing the scalp of your head, causing you to keep your eyes closed, taking in the relaxation with your husband. It felt so nice, you almost fell asleep right there in the tub. ━ Do you feel better, amor? To which you only hummed, drowning in the pleasant feeling spreading through your head that was aching for the whole day. Perhaps it was his magic touch working wonders.

✧°. He will show you off each time Alejandro visits him. Rudy encourages you to sit on your husband’s lap and spend some time with his best friend. His hands will hold firmly, but hot harshly onto your thighs or hips – this is how he shows his possessiveness over you. <3

✧°. Rodolfo is an excellent cook so therefore you often spend time in the kitchen together. Additionally, eating meals with each other is very important to Mr. Parra. I think he really likes to hum while doing house chores.

✧°. I can see him with a wife that has a feisty temperament that constantly worries about him and sets the ground rules he willingly follows – like eastern europeans, hispanics or latinas. Because our boy Rudy is the calmest man on planet Earth, he could calm you down better than anyone.

✧°. If somehow he managed to piss you off, you wouldn’t let him brush it off or keep silent, oh no.

One time when Alejandro came by your house to pick up Rudy, he saw (and heard) the two of you arguing (rather you scolding him loudly), which doesn’t happen often, he was slightly taken aback. A colonel of Los Vaqueros wouldn’t even try getting under your skin. Ever. ━ Cristo, how do you tame her? She’s a spitfire, hermano. ━ Alejandro asked, when his best friend got in the passenger seat. ━ In bedroom. When she cools off a little. Your husband’s reply made Alejandro smirk stupidly, before he shook his head. But Rodolfo was absolutely serious at that moment – he meant it.

✧°. Rudy could be a real tease and despite the common misconception about him being almost too soft and cautious during sex – your husband was able to fuck you to sleep or until you were breathless and sweaty underneath him.

He just returned home from the base. The clock hanging on the living room wall pointed at 1:27 in the morning. Mierda, he was supposed to be back earlier, but the meeting was prolonged. Rodolfo took off his gray jacket and shoes, before slowly making his way towards your shared bedroom. The room was illuminated only by the night lamp on his side of the bed – you must have left it on for him to find the way to bed. Oh, but you really didn’t have to. He would always find the way back to the love of his life. You were sleeping peacefully between the sheets, wearing a nightgown he had recently bought you – it was his favorite color. The hem of the dress rolled up over your hip, exposing some flushed skin and underwear. Rudy knew he shouldn’t do what he was about to, but the mere sight of his beloved, pretty wife splayed like this seemed to be too good to be true. Each time the intimacy felt like it was your first time together, exciting him like a teenage boy in love. He removed his clothes and kneeled on the mattress beside you. His fingers traced the outline of your arm, ribcage, waistline and then your displayed hip. His thumb and pointing finger slid beneath the elastic of your panties and slowly pulled it upwards, detaching it from your skin. Only when the material got really tight and taunted, he released the band of your underwear. A sudden sting on your skin, caused you to wake up with a loud gasp. But your husband was right there, leaning above your sleepy form, already placing kisses all over your face, neck and shoulder. ━ Rudy. ━ You purred through the sleepy haze, slowly turning on your back to face him. ━ Lamento llegar tarde, cariño [sp.: Sorry, I’m late, darling]. His strong hands slipped under your shoulders and lifted you off the mattress. You let him maneuver yourself until he placed you in his lap, sitting in a lotus position. You wrapped your hands around his neck, thumb caressing his occiput. ━ I missed you. ━ I know, I’m sorry, baby. But I’m here now. ━ The sergeant clung to your mouth like a leech and forced his tongue inside. The wet and warm sensation sent an electrifying desire pooled in your stomach. You moaned into his mouth, eagerly rolling your hips against his, searching for some friction. Rodolfo moved your panties to the side, before slowly sinking his hardened length in. A sudden stretch made you whimper and straighten your spine in his hold. Yet, you felt safe, he would never hurt you or cross your boundaries. His hands run up your ribs, until his thumbs could caress the curves of your breasts. Rudy shushed you, before slowly thrusting into you with steady pace. You looked at him through the shaky movements that caused you to rise and fall onto him. Despite the fastened heartbeat and heavy breathing, an overwhelming sense of home and belonging washed over you. As long as you were in his arms, you were being loved and kept safe. The arms of your loving husband.

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thetravelingtyper · 1 month

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WHAT'S THIS A MASTER LIST? about dang time

Updated 3-16 to add a teaser and Comfort Character!

COD MASTERLIST

enjoy - Ash

Simon Ghost Riley

Spitfire Series (GN tall American reader x SGR)

Spitfire: 1 Spitfire, 2 Reaper, 3 Feuerkopf, 4 Heated Shadow, 5 A supreme love, Nightmare Teaser

Spitfire Spinoff of Author Reader Comfort Character (RL! GN Reader x SGR)

Comfort Character Pt 1

On The Same Page! (American, Author Reader x SGR)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Misc Posts!

Library AU idea!

Compromising Position ft Soap!

Hypnogogic (Angst)

Saving Johnny! (Slight Angst) Look for parts 1 and 2!

Soft! Simon Headcannons

Poly 141!

Our Shattered Heart (GN! 'Heart' Reader x Taskforce 141)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.25, Part 2.50, Part 2.75, Part 3.00

Labyrinth (1986)

Jareth the Goblin King

Out From Twisting Pages

After finding a beautifully bound book titled “Journey into the Labyrinth” in your university library and being told to keep it, you take the uncatalogued book home over the seasonal break. However when school is suddenly shifted online, you start finding marbles everywhere you go, mysterious hijinks occur, and a large white owl suddenly decides to nest in the tree out your little house’s window, you begin to wonder if something may be up with the mysterious book…

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navybrat817 · 11 months

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Epinephrine

Summary: Bucky races to win as you watch with anticipation.

Pairing: Motocross!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: Over 1.5k Warnings: Nerves, K-I-S-S-I-NG, swearing, POV switch, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Graphics talent and thanks: Banner by @sgt-seabass. Divider by @saradika. Bucky edit by Nix. Moodboard by yours truly. A/N: My third Connect 4 (C4007 - Square 3) / Into an Alternate Juneiverse for @buckybarnesevents! Set in my Dialed In AU, but can be read as a standalone. Apologies for any inaccuracies, but I'm human and still had fun writing this.❤️ Thank you @targaryenvampireslayer for the POV switch suggestion! Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Epinephrine. Both a hormone and a neurotransmitter, the chemical messenger transmits nerve signals to prepare your body for fight or flight. Most call it adrenaline. Some liken it to pre-race jitters.

Bucky considered it his own personal fuel.

Just breathe.

It amazed him how so many wrote off motocross as just another sport without considering the physical and mental training they put into it or how dangerous it was. Position, weight distribution, and correct form on the bike were all things to consider when practicing and racing. Not to mention no two tracks are alike, the conditions constantly changing. You had to take the hills, jumps, turns, and distance for your own safety and those around you.

He mentally wished Steve and the others a safe race, even Rumlow. Prick or not, he didn’t want the guy to get hurt. He sure as hell didn't want to lose to him either.

"For what it’s worth, I’m glad you didn’t hit him. Because he would have won and guys like him don’t deserve to win."

No, he doesn't.

His heart raced a little faster, his right palm starting to sweat as the nerves and excitement clashed in his chest. The knot in his stomach settled as he waited for the race to start, his focus on the path in front of him. The rough terrain ahead called to him, urging him to unleash whatever anger, fear, joy, and anything he had built up inside. He would go all out, leaving no regrets in his path.

All leading to you after he crossed the finish line.

"Good luck."

Gave me all the luck I need, Spitfire.

With your voice in his mind, it quieted any doubt that lingered. He knew his strengths and even his limits when it came to the sport. Getting back on the bike after his accident already proved that he was a winner. He didn't need to prove himself to anyone else.

But he hoped you would see his worth.

And as the gate dropped, he smiled behind his helmet.

You grabbed Natasha's arm as the riders took off, keeping an eye out for Bucky. She didn't pull away or make a comment when you dug your nails in. You appreciated her a bit more because of that. You also didn't understand why you were nervous when you weren't the one on the track.

I've seen plenty of races, but I didn't have anything at stake before.

"Sorry," you muttered as you let the redhead go.

"It's okay. He's got this," she assured you.

You nodded, doing your best to give her a smile. A mile and a half long course and likely a twenty to thirty minute race and extra lap, you knew it was standard. But watching the dirt fly as you focused on Bucky's helmet, your heart felt like it was in your throat. You didn't just want him to win, you wanted him safe.

Just breathe. He knows what he's doing.

"If he gets hurt, I'm kicking his ass," you said, sucking in a breath as another rider got close to his back wheel.

"And nurse him back to health," Natasha teased.

"Yeah. With a uniform and all," you teased, actually kind of into the idea.

Down girl.

You got uncharacteristically quiet after that, your stomach dropping when Maddox gained on Bucky. He was still in a good position, his friend, Steve, up there with him. It was almost like witnessing a roller coaster ride, the ups and downs, the twists and drops. Adrenaline pumped through your veins and you could only imagine how the guys out there felt actually experiencing it.

Exhilarating.

As the riders got close to the final lap, you jumped up. You somehow stayed on your feet when your head spun, but you weren't going to miss this. Bucky and Maddox were almost neck-in-neck, but Maddox probably thought he had it in the bag. That kind of cockiness didn't always pay off.

You sure as hell didn’t want it to pay off today.

"Come on, Hothead," you whispered.

While Maddox turned his head to look at Bucky, the latter kept his head facing forward and elbows up. As if he didn't care that his competition was there. He raced smarter, not harder, as you watched with bated breath. He kept his lead toward the finish line as you couldn’t help but smile.

Bucky Barnes won the race.

He won. He fucking won.

"Fuck yes!" you shouted, uncaring of your language as Bucky took first, his left fist pumping in the air. The way everyone else cheered, they probably didn't notice. But you finally felt like you could take a proper breath, the mental ride coming to a stop. "For the record, I'm just happy he made it across the finish line. This has nothing to do with the date."

I can actually smell my own bullshit.

"Wow. You managed to say that with a straight face. Impressive," Natasha said, nodding toward the course as the race wrapped up. "Come on. Let's go congratulate him. And by we I mean you."

"He raced a good race. It was very exciting," you said evenly, but you eagerly pulled her along to get out of the stands and through the crowd.

You weren’t sure if you were actually allowed to go up to greet him, but people moved to let you through. Was it your strut or Natasha’s subtle stare that made everyone jump out of the way? As you got closer to Bucky and the other riders, you felt like your heart was going to race out of your chest when you stopped at the edge of the course. Especially when took off his helmet, a light sheen of sweat on his face as he shook his hair out.

Fuck me in the dirt, please.

“Go,” Natasha encouraged after some of the guys congratulated Bucky, except for Maddox who stood feet away with a glare on his face.

Sore loser doesn’t look good on him, but he’s not why I’m here.

Holding your head high, you locked eyes with Bucky when he looked your way. Seemingly forgetting the others around him, he walked toward you to meet you halfway when you stepped in the dirt. The two of you stood there for a long moment before he smirked. A slight one, but still a smirk.

“Looks like I won,” he said, his voice rough.

“You did. Congratulations,” you said, stepping back to hold out your hand. “And it looks like you get to go out with me, so double congratulations,” you simpered, previous annoyance that he bet a date with you completely forgotten.

“Are we shaking on it?” he chuckled, his gloved hand reaching for yours. A spark of electricity moved up your arm once he took it and you refused to deny your attraction at that moment.

“You could say that,” you smirked, yanking him close. “But I prefer to seal it with a kiss.”

You took a moment to appreciate how soft and warm his lips felt when you initiated the kiss this time. You allowed his tongue to slip inside and explore when you parted your lips, feeling the beat of his heart as he pressed his chest against your body. It wasn’t hard or urgent, but excitement and passion consumed you. It didn’t matter if he got your clothes dirty. Or that a few of the riders whistled and cheered at the display.

He smiled against your lips when you had to take a breath. “I thought you said you weren’t a prize.”

“And I thought you said your ass was all mine after you win,” you reminded him, almost wishing you reached around to squeeze it. Even dirty and sweaty, he still looked and smelled amazing. It was a phenomenon.

“I did and I meant it,” he said, sneaking in another kiss before he had to pull away. “You sticking around?”

“I’ll be with Nat. Go do what you have to,” you said, turning away to back to your friend. She had a smile on her face. You had one on yours, too.

“I still have to get your number, so don’t go anywhere!” Bucky called after you.

“Who said I was giving you my number?” you asked over your shoulder. “I never agreed to that.”

“How am I supposed to take you on a date without it?” he asked.

“You seem like a smart guy. You’ll figure it out, Hothead,” you teased, egging him on just a little.

“Want me to get on my knees, Spitfire?”

Yes and split me open with that talented tongue of yours.

“She’ll give you her number,” Natasha said, waving Bucky on as you laughed. You may have checked his ass out again because he did say it was yours. And he no doubt checked yours out as you walked away. “You are giving him your number before we leave.”

“I will,” you promised, giving her a small smile. “I’m glad you introduced me to him,” you added gently, looking forward to getting to know him more.

“And I’m glad you put a smile back on his face.”

Hearing that felt like a victory.

I guess we’re both winners today, Hothead.

Yay! He won! Was there ever any doubt? More to come. Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

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soaked4mk · 2 months

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(Mk1) Flirty Intro Dialogues (part 3)

-Suggestive Content-

Bi-Han,Kuai Liang,Tomas Vrbada Peace Maker,Shao Kahn and Sindel

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Bi-Han 🌨️

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★Y/N: “I’ve heard, contrary to your chiromancy, you’re actually not a chill guy, Bi-Han…”

-Bi Han: “And I’ve heard enough of your words.”

★Bi-Han: “Prepare for a cold loss.”

-Y/N: “Don’t tell me what to do, Frosty the snowman.”

★Bi-Han: “Liu Kang has never cared about your life.”

-Y/N: “And you do…?”

-Bi Han: *Scoffs, shaking his head* “you truly are blind….”

★Bi-Han: “You’re getting stronger with each fight, Y/N.”

-Y/N: “Rare of you to flatter me Bi-Han…”

★Bi-Han: “Your allure burns a fiery passion within my frozen soul.”

-Y/N: “Shang Tsung has definitely rubbed off on you…”

★Bi-Han: “If only you would listen-

-Y/N: “How dare you assume I would ever consider such an offer…?”

★Y/N: “I will never form an alliance with you….”

-Bi Han: *Scoffs* “Of course not, Y/N…”

︶꒦꒷♡��꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Kuai Liang 🦂

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★Kuai Liang: “You have a fiery spirit, Y/N.”

-Y/N: “I can set your heart ablaze if you wanted~”

★Y/N: “What a hottie~”

-Kuai Liang: *Shakes head while chuckling*

★Y/N: “Is it getting hot in here? Or is it just you…?” *corny smirk*

-Kuai Liang: “Are you trying to charm me, Y/N?”

-Y/N: “Is it working?”

★Y/N: “You fan the flame in my heart.” (Didn’t know about Harumi until hanging out with Tomas.)

-Kuai Liang: “I am honored”

★Kuai Liang: “I couldn’t help but notice you and Tomas getting rather… close”

-Y/N: “Does that bother you…married man?”

★Kuai Liang: “Of course a woman (man/person) as stunning as yourself can fight just as adequately.

-Y/N: “I’m flattered, Kuai Liang”

★Kuai Liang: “Have you prepared for this, little spitfire?”

-Y/N: “No need to prepare when I’ve already won.”

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Tomas 💨

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★Y/N: *whistles* “What a smoke show”

-Tomas: *smirking* “Very clever, Y/N…”

★Y/N: “I hope you’re ready to lose, Vrbada.”

-Tomas: “Whatever you say krásné.”

(Beautiful)

-Y/N: “Huh-?”

★Tomas: “This will not be an easy fight.”

-Y/N: “Tell me something I don’t know.”

★Y/N: “Johnny says you talk about me often…?

-Tomas: *Clears throat* “Yes…but only good things…”

★Tomas: “I won’t be holding back this time, Y/N.”

-Y/N: “It won’t matter either way, smokey.”

★Tomas: “pěkný…”

(Pretty…)

-Y/N: “Tomas, I have no clue what

you’re saying…”

★Tomas: “Lord Liu Kang talks highly of you.”

-Y/N: “And you are about to see as to why”

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Peace Maker ☮️

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★ Peace maker: “Seriously…? How much kush do you smoke?”

-Y/N: “I have 20 bucks bro, sell me the sack.”

★ Y/N: “So if I just say ‘activate sonic-‘

-Peace maker: “do NOT-”

★ Y/N: “I’ve heard your actions are contrary to your message.”

-Peace Maker: “Dude, I’m just making peace, any way I can”

★Peace Maker: “Ready for this, sweet cheeks?”

-Y/N: *Rolls eyes* “Sweet cheeks…? And I thought Johnny was bad…”

★Y/N: “That helmet is certainly…”

Peace Maker: “Bad ass? I know right?”

★Y/N: “You and Kung Lao would get a long well.”

-Peace Maker: *confused* “What makes you say that?”

★Peace Maker: *smirking* “I see you checkin’ me out, cutie pie”

-Y/N: *lightly chuckling* “No, I’m judging your choice of uniform.”

★Y/N: “Naming your eagle ‘eagly’ is uhm…”

-Peace Maker: “Genius? I know, I know…”

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Shao Khan 💀

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★Y/N: “You have single handedly ruined your reputation, skull face.”

-Shao Kahn: *Scowls* “How dare you state something so foolish!?”

★Shao Kahn: “I’ve done nothing but serve the out world just as my family has, for generations.”

-Y/N: “If causing treasonous conduct is a part of ‘serving’ out world, then I don’t want to hear it, general.”

★Y/N: “Tell me you have toxic masculinity, without telling me you have toxic mas-“

-Shao Kahn: “Silence! you incompetent-“

-Y/N: “And here you go, proving my point…”

★Shao Kahn: “Why must you keep attempting battle with me?”

-Y/N: “You can’t beat a person who won’t give up, general.”

★Shao Kahn: “Why spar, when I can detect your fear, Y/N…?”

-Y/N: “A true warrior isn’t immune to fear, she (he/they) fights it out of spite.”

★Shao Kahn: “You could be victorious, in condition you submit, and join me.”

-Y/N: “Better to fight you with the possibility of falling, than to live without hope, Shao…”

★Shao Kahn: “Foolish of you to assume you won’t die during battle”

-Y/N: “I would rather die, than bow at the feet of a king, wearing a crown, studded of jewels of every life he has ended.”

★Shao Kahn: “You earth realmers, provoke me”

-Y/N: “Sounds like someone’s mad cause bad.” *smirks* “You mad cause bad Shao Kahn?”

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Sindel 🔊

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★Sindel: *snickers* “How quaint…I’ll be sure to enjoy this spar.”

-Y/N: “As will I, Empress.”

★Sindel: “I do hope you’ll be able to sustain during this battle”

-Y/N: *smirks* “I’ll be able to sustain, and then some, queen Sindel.”

★Y/N: “I just have to say, it’s an honor sparring with a beauty, such as yourself empress.”

-Sindel: *lightly chuckles* “Quite the flatterer, I see.”

★Sindel: “Aren’t you a bit young to be flirting with me, earth relamer…?”

-Y/N: “Heheh—It’s not about the age… it’s about the mileage, empress.”

★Y/N: “So what’s this ‘royal treatment’ I keep hearing about…?”

-Sindel: “Come over here and find out, my dear…”

★Sindel: “Liu Kang tells me you’re quite the formidable fighter.”

-Y/N: “And I’ll prove his case with this battle, your majesty.”

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ohbo-ohno · 6 months

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Alpha Price takes advantage when he smells your pre-heat, knows you’re gonna be a little extra confused and pliable, promises to get you home when he scares off a handsy young alpha that was trying to get you to go home with him. You realize a little too late that you shouldn’t fully trust this man, and by that point he’s got you in his car and halfway out of town to take you home, child locks engaged

alpha price x omega going through her first heat is the only abo dynamic for price, actually. he's so experienced, he knows he'll be able to take such good care of you for your first heat :/ you don't need some idiot alpha who can't think past his rut, you need a man like price who knows how to make you scream by just looking at you. if you can't see that, then he'll just have to make you see <3

if i had the energy right now i'd give you a little mini drabble featuring comforting/condescending price and spitfire/panicked reader but alas. im sleepy. so you'll get my discombobulated thoughts

thinking about waking up in the backseat, wrists and ankles ziptied with a large and unfamiliar coat thrown over you and a leather glove stuffed in your mouth as a gag. no matter how much you squirm and whine, the alpha in the front seat doesn't do anything more than tell you to settle down, you're gonna hurt yourself.

or maybe you wake up in the trunk, drowsy and feeling like your whole body is one big bruise. hogtied so you can't kick the taillights out, but with more than enough mobility to flop around like a fish and make tons of noise. you scream yourself nearly hoarse, ungagged, but no one ever comes to help. eventually, what must be hours later, the trunk opens up and you see the alpha you'd let walk you to your car standing above you. he sighs, says tired yourself out finally? loud little thing

#asks and answers #john price x reader #i need everyone to know that i spelt discombobulated right on the first try without spellcheck #dark fic

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lxvvie · 5 months

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NOOOOO HOW CAN YOU PUT THE GIRL DAD!SIMON IDEA IN MY HEAD LIKE THAT :,,((( THE CRY I CRODE

excuse my word vomit but if i may......

eldest girl is a worrywart and openly affectionate but has the tendency to be a scaredy-cat sometimes (she still has to conquer her nerves with the family dog, the retired military K9) while the youngest girl is a spitfire and plays rough (even with the dog, bless it), big emotions in a small girl and Junie for Junior???? You. Have. Gutted. Me...

also, they are very eloquent and articulate in communication and can effectively carry conversations at the young age of 4 and 3 because the parents (mostly, if not all the time simon) talk to them like they're 30 year-olds. they can say stuff "Saskatchewan" and "irrevocably" without breaking a sweat. the eldest catches papa's accent from time to time while Junie speaks without/has mum's.

there was one time papa simon came home with some new booboos: one on his shoulder (just right above the tattoo of his girls' names) and on his jaw (from shrapnels, let's say). eldest girl was playing up the doctor role, citing some random stuff from her little book and putting pink bandaids on it while junie was, well, scared of papa being all hurt. i imagine simon had to have a one on one with her before bed time, just him and her on the bedroom floor whilst the missus is explaining the sitch to their eldest in the master bathroom. all is a resolved with a big hug and a "y'know that papa's a big toughie, don't you june?"

("yes..." junie would reply, still catching her breath from all her crying earlier. "but none of this next time.")

when all is well and the rowdiness of the riley household has died down for the day, the missus can reward the big papa with some sweet lovin'

(the additional scar on his jaw is getting to her pussy :((( its making him all the more rugged under that blond stubble... perhaps baby no. 3 is in the making)

Anon, this is beautiful.

Doc and Junie have a tendency to call their peers knobheads when they get irritated and the missus bans Simon from using that word around them. It is ineffective.

Also, baby number 3 is conceived that very night that Simon gets back, and while he's away on assignment sometime later, his girls tell him that mum's been a little under the weather and kinda cranky when he does his daily check-in.

"She said the word today, papa!"

"...Oh? What word, June?" and she'll whisper, "Knobhead," all conspiratorial and shit 'cause who knows if Mum's around listening lmao.

He and the Missus talk later on and she rants about that one knobhead at the store and how the produce section really smelled something fierce today and then she stops mid-sentence like... "Oh... oh, bloody hell."

M'hm. 👀

Sometime later Simon gets a picture of multiple positive pregnancy tests and a text that reads, "This is all your fault. 🙃"

He'll happily take the blame for it. Junie and Doc have been asking for a little brother for some time now.

#call of duty #dad!simon #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x you #ghost x you #simon riley x reader #call of duty x reader #x black reader #call of duty x black reader #task force 141 #cod x you #cod x black reader #cod mwii #cod mw3 #cw: pregnancy

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silassinclair · 1 month

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Hello there! So this is my first time requesting since i just started following you. So let me tell you, your Yandere Wild West Outlaw got me absolutley smitten and obsessed! i love your writing so much!!

Anyway back to the main subject and on with the request.

What about Maddox with an EXTRA Sassy darling. Like, full of and fluent on sarcasm (the kind that makes you go: DAAAAMN). The darlin' has a sharp tongue and retorts for any kind of bad words might be thrown towards her (and maybe, way later in the relationship, towards Maddox too). From really polite f-u's to tge sthraightfoward ones, she can reply and roast anyone.

Oh and a bonus head cannon (a little something that came to mind) after reading about the wedding rings. I can totally imagine the darling going from questioning about where Maddox "buys" all the weird gifts to just becoming immune, later in the relationship. Let's say Maddox comes back (to the temporary) home with a very strange object, like A very expensive porcelain/china vase and the darling just goes: "oh thank you. Please put it on the table. I'll be done with the soup and then take care of it"

Yea anyway i'll stop rambling now.

Sorry for the bad english. It's not my first language and it is past midnight here.

Have a great day/night ✨

We love sassy girlboss Y/n’s here. Thank you for submitting this request anon!! Hope it is to your liking <3

Yandere Wild West Outlaw x Sassy Reader

CW// Y/n is a bully, Maddox gets his ego hurt, Maddox gets angry, Maddox is dumb

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Maddox immediately knew that you were a spitfire when he first had a conversation with you. You weren’t the typical damsel in distress who when captured by the evil outlaw you’re forced into submission.

Oh no. There’s not a drop of submission in your body.

Maddox thought you would be useful to have around. You’d be his own personal maid! Maybe even like a housewife. But no…

“Clean my laundry if ya’ wanna live to see anotha’ day.”

“Alright alright, calm your tits. What should I clean first? The shirt with sweat marinated into the fabric or the undies with shit stains?”

“THERE AIN’T ANY SHIT ON MY UNDIES MISSY! IT’S DIRT!”

You’re a total pain in the ass. Whenever he tried to act cool or intimidating you’d immediately shoot it down with your words.

He hates it when you ruin his moment in front of other people.

He got really pissed after you made a jab at him in the middle of a duel.

“It’s just you an’ me boy. But we both know who’ll be standin’ by the end of this.”

“Hopefully it isn’t you.”

“SHUT UP Y/N! GET YOUR TUSH BACK INSIDE, I’M TRYNA’ HAVE A DUEL!”

Punishes you by tying you up and leaving you outside for the night.

He ignores your complaints about coyotes or rattlesnakes. He needs you to shut your mouth and give him some peace.

After that night of punishment though he noticed how you wouldn’t really talk to him often.

“Go shine my boots. And I don’t wanna hear a single complaint outta ya’.”

“Okay.”

“…”

Okaay so he fucked up.

The days drag on so slow without your quips and jabs! He never realized how funny the things you said are now that you’re gone.

Well you’re not gone, just more closed off now. But you may as well be gone. This isn’t like you at all to be so quiet and reclusive!

Maybe he was too rough in you? He did kill your Father and force you to be his housewife maid.

So doing what he does worst, he apologizes.

“Hey, ‘bout that one time I left ya’ outside. I realize that was silly of me cus ya’ coulda gotten eaten. So that was my bad.”

“So you’re sorry?”

“Yeah.”

He’s brushing Jasper’s fur, telling the horse how good he is. Cleaning Jasper is the only chore Maddox likes to do himself.

You’re sitting on a tree stump watching the man talk to his horse.

“You know Jasper’s a horse right?”

“Oh really? I thought he was a dog.”

The small smirk on your face after his little quip made Maddox feel like a million bucks.

That’s when he learned that he likes seeing you happy.

After the “Marriage”: (Read about it Here)

“Uhm what’s all this?” You ask your unofficial husband.

“This-”

He puts a brown sack down on the table. The sound of the contents inside clang together as he dumps it all out. A dozen chipped fine china plates come out.

“Is how we make our house a home sweetness. I hear housewives go crazy over fancy dishes n’ shit.”

Maddox stands there with a proud grin underneath his masked face. (He still hasn’t showed you his face yet btw.) He was like a dog showing his owner how good he is at retrieving sticks when playing fetch.

You look at him with an unimpressed quirk of your brow. “And where did you happen to come across such fine china may I ask?”

He shrugs and comes around the table to wrap his arms around you from behind.

“A buddy gave em to me.” His deep voice reverberates in your ear.

“Did you hold your so called buddy at gunpoint?”

“Would you be mad if I said yes?”

You groan and shakes your head back and forth. “Maddox you know you can’t just go around taking people’s stuff! Now the sheriff was probably alerted and is looking for you now. And why did you steal a bunch of plates!? Jasper can’t carry all this shit! We should only have what is necessary for survival you brute. Are you even listening to me!?”

But he only looks at you with lovesick eyes as you complain about how stupid he is.

“Princess did I ever tell you how sexy you are when you’re mad at me?” His hands go lower down your waist.

Rolling your eyes you smack his hands and leave his embrace, leaving him standing by himself like a kicked puppy.

“I have a meal to make so set the table with those plates you got. And no more stealing people’s things!”

“Yes ma’am.”

I appreciate all the requests that come in!! But I just want to remind all of you about my rules and that I do NOT write Y/n as a specific race. My writing is for everybody to enjoy!! She’s race ambiguous. Many people request that I write a Black Y/n but I’m not black so I won’t be doing that. If I write for a specific race then I feel like I’d just be stereotyping what black people are supposed to act like. So please don’t ask me to write for a Y/n that is a specific race. Thank you.

#yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #obsession #western #cowboy #maddox graves

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thejujvtsupost · 6 months

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Hi!

Thank you very much for writting about gojo and choso! I loved it!

Could I request one more? For gojo and Choso as well!

I was thinking about some fluff with the moment they realize / were being told they have feelings for reader? The exact moment of " oh... I do love them", please?

Thank you!

The Oh… Moment

Hi anonnnn I’m sorry I don’t know how I missed this! I need a better sorting system 💀

Notes: GN!reader, fluffy little drabble, just some cuteness for this lovely Friday morning.

Choso

It was at the beach when he realized it.

He hated the beach but he let you drag him out. He let you drag him to the shore barefoot to feel the water wash over your ankles. He let you… was he really letting you or did he willingly follow your lead?

He was the one following you everywhere, he was the one doing anything you wanted.

And when he reached his hand to yours, lacing your fingers together without a thought behind it, that it hit him.

You looked over with the brightest smile and- oh…

Gojo

From the day he was born he was expected to fall in line with his clan.

Yeah right, fat chance. His teenage rebellion morphed into a wise view he held and acted on to better himself and future generations. No one had the right to decide the fate or value of others; including- especially the higher ups.

So when he met you, spitfire and mouthy to anyone that deserved it. Yes, anyone. Including- especially the higher ups. You didn’t let others push you around, no one dared to cross you twice. You weren’t scary… just… okay. A little scary to anyone on your bad side. Otherwise you were sweet as ever.

He admired that about you as a teacher, sorcerer and a person. You were his friend, despite the endless flirting banter between you two.

Emotional ties as a sorcerer was usually a death sentence. It was easier to hold each other at a distance.

Until he couldn’t anymore, because you took out a curse heading straight for Megumi.

It was at your own expense, it sent you home with a few broken ribs. Truly it was what any good teacher would do but- oh… he loved you.

You didn’t think twice about protecting the people you cared about, you didn’t flinch.

So when he gets his shit together and you’re finally a couple he won’t think twice.

He won’t flinch either.

Thinking about making a request? Check my bio to see if they’re open! <3

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callsign-dexter · 8 months

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Maverick's Little Co-Pilot

Request: hi

I was wondering if you could write a mav x daughter where he took her to work with him (maybe the second movie but it is up to you) and she falls asleep in the control tower and bradley finds her and brings her to mav. maybe she didn't sleep that good the night before so mav doesn't want to wake her up so he just holds her and carrys on with his day but with a sleeping child. everyone on base thinks it is hilarious so no one takes him seriously lol. also maybe she wakes up at one point but he is able to help her back to sleep very quickly and the admirals think that it is funny how such a reckless pilot can be such a good dad.

100% your choice thank you for your time

Pairings: Maverick x Daughter!Reader

First Installment: Maverick's Little Co-Pilot

Second Installment: A Father's Fury

Warnings: Fluff

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Maverick loved his little spitfire of a daughter. His little girl was the spitting image of him right down to her attitude. Once she set her mind to something forget about trying to change her mind. Her eyes were the same color as his, whatever color they may be.

In all honesty, if it were up to Maverick he would bring his little girl to work with him every day. Everyone loved his 3-year-old little girl. She was in preschool, the one on base, and it only went half a day so she was preoccupied during the morning and she usually went to Penny and Amelia during the afternoon. But the preschool called early Friday morning saying that they were closed due to a bug going around the school. It was too late for him to try and get a babysitter and Penny was gone with Amelia on a sailing trip. So when he got ready to go to work he got her ready to go with him but it was nowhere a peaceful night for either of them.

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It was a Thursday and Maverick had just picked his daughter up for school. As he went in to get her, her teacher stopped him. "Good afternoon, Mr. Mitchell. I wanted to raise some concerns with you about your daughter." Ms. Lake said to him and that surprised him, she had never given him any problem before.

"Oh?" Maverick questioned.

"She has been very irritable and had been refusing to do anything we asked. Is there anything that could cause her to be like this?" Mrs. Lake asked and Maverick stood there to think.

"None that I know of. She was fine when I got her ready and dropped her off this morning." Maverick told the teacher and the teacher nodded.

"If there is anything that I can do, please don't hesitate to call." She said and Maverick nodded. She left him to go and greet some other parents, Maverick stood there watching his daughter and after a few minutes walked over to her. He bent down to her level.

"Hey, Sweetheart." He said to her and she instantly perked up.

"Daddy!" She practically yelled out to him and launched herself into his arms and thanks to his quick reflexes caught her. "Miss you." She said and Maverick smiled but it didn't quite reach his eyes. He needed to get to the bottom of her attitude.

"You ready to go?" He asked her and she nodded frantically. As they were walking Mrs. Lake looked at them and shrugged her shoulders and Maverick did the same back to her, this was a complete 180 from the girl just a few hours ago. He felt her nod her head and buried her face into his neck. He grabbed her backpack off of the hook and slung it over the shoulder that she wasn't occupying.

Maverick walked out of the building and to his blacked-out Chevrolet Silverado. He unlocked it and opened the back door to where her car seat sat. He still had his motorcycle but now that he had her it got used less and less. He still had his hanger but also had an actual house close to the base. When she came into his life his living situation and car situation changed... dramatically. He buckled her into the car seat and put her backpack beside her and got into the driverside, he buckled in and started the engine, and started his 40-minute drive home, more if there is traffic. "How was your day, Sweetheart?" Maverick asked her and she was quiet for a minute and he looked in the review mirror.

"It ok." She said in a quiet voice not looking at him and fidgeting with some of her hair. This worried her father. She was never like this. She was normally outgoing and for her to shut down and lash out was not right.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" He asked her. He was stopped at a stoplight so he could look at her longer and she shook her.

"No, Daddy." She said after a minute she added "Nothing wrong." She said and finally looked up at him. He nodded and then the light turned green and he paid attention to the road, something he started doing since he was driving with precious cargo.

Finally, they arrived home. Normally he would take her to Penny and go back to work but since it was actually raining for once in California they grounded all jets until the storm let up. He pulled into the driveway opened the garage and pulled in and killed the engine. He shut the garage as he was getting out and shut his door and then opened the driverside back door and unbuckled his daughter and they carried on into the house and grabbed her backpack. "Ok, Sweetheart. What do you want to eat?" He asked her as he put her down on the ground along with her backpack and toed off his shoes and helped her take hers off.

"Mac n' cheese." She said in a quiet voice this was not his energetic little girl he dropped off this morning.

"Ok. Do you want to help me make it?" He asked her and she shrugged her shoulders. "Do you want to go and watch some cartoons while it's being made?" He asked her and she nodded her head. "Ok, Sweetheart go ahead and sit on the couch I'll bring it to you when it's done." He said and she nodded and hurried off to the living room. She was fine leaving him since she knew he was just a short amount of feet away.

Once the food was done, he grabbed two bowls and filled them, and brought them to the living room. Y/N was lying down when she heard her dad come into the living room she sat up and he handed her a bowl, and sat down next to her. They were silent as they ate while watching reruns of Tom and Jerry. He needed to get to the bottom of this. "Sweetheart, your teacher said you were acting out. Why is that?" He asked her, noticing she was done eating, and so was he. He took the bowls and sat them on the coffee table.

"You in accident. You leave me." She said and the realization hit him hard.

"Sweetheart, where did you hear that?" Maverick asked her.

"Roo and Jakey." She said not looking at him with tears in her eyes. His heart melted. He was also going to have a talking to those two men.

"It's ok. I'm not going anywhere." He said and opened his arms and she crawled into them and snuggled into him. But he knew she wasn't listening and it was going to be a long night.

Throughout the rest of the day, they hung together and did some inside activities due to the rain. Each time he left the room she would panic and call out for Maverick. It was supper time and they were having her favorite, chicken strips and fries.

They had sat down at the dinner table and she was quiet. This really wasn't like his energetic 3-year-old. "Sweetheart you hungry?" He asked her and she shook her head no. "Can you at least eat something?" He asked almost pleading. She nodded and slowly ate her dinner once she had her fill she pushed her plate away. Maverick had long finished eating. "You done?" He asked her and she nodded her head. "Ok. Ready for a bath and bed?" He asked her she stayed quiet.

"No bath." She said and shook her head as Maverick got her from her seat and headed towards the bathroom. She started to squirm. "No bath, Daddy." She said and Maverick sighed.

"Please for me." He said and she looked into his eyes.

"Otay." She said with an eye roll. He reached the bathroom and sat her down while kneeling in front of her. He started to run the bath and found the right temperature and plugged the tub. Maverick watched it fill up while undressing her with little help from her. Once it was the right amount he stopped the water and sat her down in the tub. She didn't play much which made it easy for Maverick but also worried him. He washed her hair and gently cleaned her.

"Ok. Bedtime." He said and started to get her towel he unplugged the tub and let the water drain "Stand up." He said gently and she did. He stood up and wrapped the towel around her he dried her off some and picked her up and attacked her neck with kisses and she giggled. Once she was somewhat dry he carried her to her room and started to get her dressed. He sat on the bed and had her stand while he brushed out her hair.

Maverick got off the bed and pulled the covers back and picked up his daughter. He laid her in her bed and tucked her I'm. He grabbed a book and sat down leaning against the headboard and started to read to her until he was finished. He started to leave "Ok, Sweetheart. Have a goodnight and sweet dreams." He said and kissed her forehead but her brow furrowed.

"Daddy no leave." She said and started to cry. He stopped in his tracks.

"Sweetheart, you have to go to sleep." He said and she shook her head.

"No." She said and be sighed.

"I'll stay just until you fall asleep." True to his word he did just that. He got into the same position as he did when he read her a bedtime story. She snuggled into him and 20 minutes later she was out like a light... for now.

Once her breathing evened out he carefully got up. He quietly crept to the door and opened it, walked out, and cracked it. It was only 9:20 PM so he decided to do something work around the house until 10 PM.

9:30 PM rolled around and he heard little patters of feet coming out of his daughter's room. Maverick sighed. Y/N appeared in the living room where he was folding clothes. "Sweetheart. What are you doing up?" He asked and she looked at him and rubbed her eyes.

"Me no sleep without you." She said and he walked over to her and picked her up.

"At least try for me." Maverick asked and she shook her head.

"No." She said and pouted.

"Please?" He asked her.

"Na-uh." She said. He was getting frustrated but took some breaths and calmed down.

"You're going back to bed." He said sternly and walked to her bedroom with her in his arms. When he got there he gently laid her down and tucked her in, again, and walked out of the room. She stayed there for 10 minutes just enough time for him to put away some clothing of his. Then he heard little patters of feet, again. He turned to find her at the entrance of his bedroom. "Y/N." He warned and she gave him a look like 'What are you gonna do about it?' He picked her up and walked to her bedroom again and laid her down and wordlessly walked out of her room.

Maverick went back to his room to finish up and when 9:50 PM rolled around here came his daughter. He turned to greet her "Y/N Carole Mitchell. Bed now." He said sternly not raising his voice and picked her up and walked her back to her room once again.

10 PM rolled around he didn't hear anything so he got ready for bed and laid down. He was just about to go to sleep when he heard his name being called in almost a panic.

"DADDY!" Y/N yelled out and that had him shooting out of his bed and into her room. He flipped on the light and saw his daughter with tear tracks down her cheeks.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" He asked.

"You gone." She said and Maverick sighed.

"Oh, Sweetheart." He said and walked over to her and hugged her. "Do you want to go sleep in Daddy’s bed?" He asked and she nodded. He picked her up and walked to his room. When he got there he tucked her in and cuddled her. He fell asleep when he felt her breath even out.

They might've slept for an hour before she was tossing and turning and calling out to Maverick. He would wake up startled and then wake her up.

This kept happening each hour on the dot. Let's just say neither of them got any sleep. 7:30 AM rolled but both of them were already awake. They were in the kitchen, Maverick was nursing a coffee leaning back on the counter watching his daughter eat breakfast. They both had a tired look on their face and bags under their eyes.

Maverick zoned out and when his phone rang it started him. He picked it up and before he could say hello the automated voice of his daughter’s preschool came through. "This is Miramar Navy Preschool. Due to the flu going around the school will be closed for the day. We'll let you know when classes resume. Thank you and have a good day." Well, it looks like Y/N would be coming to work with him. "Sweetheart, it looks like you're coming to work with me today." Maverick said and she looked at him and smiled. He grabbed her backpack and started filling it with things he needed.

"Me like going to work with you." She said and that caused him to smile. After he had his coffee and she had her breakfast. Maverick got them both ready to go to work and headed that way.

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When he got to work he pulled into his parking spot labeled Captain Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell, parked, killed the engine, and got out. He then got Y/N out and carried her along with her backpack filled with food, books, and toys to work with him. He walked into the building and into his office and closed the door. "Ok," he said and got down on her level after setting her down "If you can't be with me then you go to Rooster or Hondo. Understand?" He asked her and she nodded her head.

"Yes, Daddy." She replied as she looked into his same-colored eyes. He nodded and started to set her up next to him. He sat her on the chair and he got to work. The door was shut so anyone that needed to come had to knock. There wasn't much going on that morning until he needed to be up in his jet at noon.

Noon rolled around quicker than anticipated. He called Hondo in and a few minutes later he was strolling in. "What can I do for you Mav?" He asked then he saw Y/N.

"I was wondering if you could take her while I'm up in the air. Rooster is going to be up there with me along with most of Daggers. Also, new students are coming in." Maverick said while being preoccupied but aware of the conversation. He looked up when he was done talking.

"Of course Mav. Anywhere you want me to take her?" He asked and Maverick shook his head.

"Just keep her entertained." Mav said.

"What about the control tower?" Hondo asked Maverick.

"That's fine." He said and then turned to his daughter, who in turn looked at her father. "You stay with Hondo and if he leaves you in the control tower you stay there. Understood?" He asked her and she nodded her head.

"Yes, Daddy." She said and Maverick nodded and then stood up and picked her up. He brought her over to Hondo and handed her off. Once he started to leave she started throwing a fit and Maverick stopped.

"Sweetheart, I'll be back in a little bit. You'll get to see me up in the air in the control tower. I promise." Maverick said and she seemed to think it over and then rubbed her eyes, a sign of her being tired, she nodded her head. They went off their separate ways.

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As Hondo was walking he got stares but nobody asked. Once he arrived at the control tower he walked inside and sat her down. "Remember what your dad said right?" He asked her when he bent down to her height and she nodded her head.

"Uh-huh." She said and he nodded.

"Good. Do you want to go and sit up front?" He asked and she nodded enthusiastically and he smiled so was so a Mini Maverick. He took her up there and sat her down next to the person in control and boy did she ask a lot of questions.

She got really excited when the jets began taking off, of course in Maverick fashion he buzzed the tower and she squealed excitedly. "Daddy!" She yelled out and looked out into the air with big round doe eyes.

After a few more rounds of questions, and the person in control answered patiently, the lack of sleep was getting to her. In no less than 20 minutes she was out like a light snoring softly.

Hondo walked up to them and saw her asleep. He didn't want to wake her so he quietly told the person next to her that he got called away and that she needed to stay here. Really what happened was that the young hotshot students made a bet just like the Daggers did and now had to do 200 pushups.

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After everyone landed Maverick and the others did a post-flight check. Maverick walked to Hondo. "Where's Y/N?" He asked him.

"She fell asleep in the control tower." He said

"She should be good up there while I go and lecture these students. But I don't want her to overstay her welcome." He said sounding conflicted then Bradley walked over having heard the conversation.

"It's alright Mav. I'll go and get her. I'm done with everything. " He told him and he nodded.

"Jut don't wake her up. She didn't have a very good night last night." Maverick said and Bradley nodded.

"You got it Mav." Bradley said and headed towards the control tower. Once he got there he took the stairs two at a time. He opened the door and stood there for a minute and spotted her. He walked over to her and she was sound asleep.

"She wasn't too much trouble was she?" He asked the person in charge and they shook their head.

"Not at all." They said and Bradley smiled and nodded. He carefully picked her up without waking her and got her situated. She wiggled a little bit but stayed asleep snuggling into Bradley's neck. He began to move and tightened his hold as he began to descend the steps when he took the first step she woke up for just a moment.

"Roo?" She asked as she sleepily looked up at him.

"Yes, MJ?" He asked, he was the first to give her the nickname Maverick Jr. which than got shortened to MJ.

"Where we go?" She asked already leaning her head back onto her shoulders and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"We're going to your dad." He said and she hmmed and went back to sleep. He chuckled and started to descend the stairs once again. Bradley was the older brother she always wanted. He walked to Maverick's office but he wasn't there. Bradley continued to walk around the building with a sleeping 3-year-old until he found him in a classroom having just finished teaching. He walked in and Maverick lit up with a smile.

"Did she wake up?" He asked Bradley.

"Once but went right back to sleep afterwards." He told him and Maverick nodded. Maverick carefully unwrapped her arms from Bradley's neck and then transitioned her over to him and she clung to him like a koala. They both started to walk out of the room to Maverick's office when they got stopped by Cyclone, Warlock, and another visting Admiral.

"Captain Mitchell and Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw." Admiral West started "Maverick I must say it's interesting to see such a reckless pilot being a dad." He said in a teasing manner but they didn't take it like that. When the Daggers had successfully completed the mission they were prompted.

"As reckless as Maverick is in the skies. He's an even better dad. He's taken care of Y/N ever since she was a newborn." Warlock said taking up for Maverick. Admiral West scoffed.

"It is very true that he is a very good father. I respect him for that. I know it's not easy to balance a 3-year-old and a demanding job." Cyclone said as if Maverick and Bradley weren't there. Warlock turned to Maverick.

"How was training?" He asked him.

"It was good. If you want we can go to the conference room and discuss the training." Maverick suggested and they did just that. Bradley offered to take Y/N but Maverick didn't want to move her again since she was sleeping, and sleeping well.

The debriefing on the class and training was going well but Maverick and Bradley could tell that Admiral West was not taking him seriously. "Sorry to interrupt but is something wrong?" Maverick asked directing his attention to the visiting Admiral.

"How can I take you seriously with a child in your arms?" Admiral West asked and Bradley just about had enough and he didn't care if he got in trouble.

"You should take him seriously anytime no matter if he has his daughter in his arms or not. He's a great pilot and a great father." Bradley said and the Admiral looked at him with a shocked expression on his face.

"Excuse me Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw that is no way to treat your higher up." Admiral West said and before he could anybody else speak.

"I think it's time for you to leave, Admiral West. If you're not going to respect a Captain who successfully returned all aviators and WSOs home, then you need leave. Now." Cyclone said, and Admiral West scoffed and got up and left the room. Maverick was shocked that Cyclone would stand up for him.

Cyclone turned to Maverick and nodded. "You are dismissed. You can go back to your office and let that little girl sleep. We'll let you know when you're needed." Cyclone said.

"What about the other classes?" Maverick asked still shocked.

"Rooster will be taking care of those along with the other Daggers." Warlock said and Maverick nodded and both Cyclone and Warlock got up and left. Maverick looked at Bradley.

"That was brave of you." Maverick said

"Well, he had no right to speak about you like that." Bradley said.

"Thank you." He told Bradley

"Anytime, Mav." Bradley said to him. They got up and started in their own direction. Maverick arrived at his office where he sat down with his little girl in his arms, who hadn't moved even with all the talking.

Every now and then she would move in her sleep but wouldn't wake up. She would just snuggle into him deeper and that brought a smile onto his face. Maverick was just glad to have her in his life. Nothing could take her away from him, not now and not ever, she is his everything. Y/N was his mini co-pilot. He started on his plans for his next class that was going to be taught by Bradley and the others. It was just him holding his little girl in silence with the sounds of the occasional jet flying by. That was his paradise.

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yourdoorisunlocked · 28 days

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ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢꜱ - ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ

𝐀/𝐍: Ok, this was a little too short for my tastes so I'll post pt. 3 soon (which is already done and a lot longer than this since PLOT) but enjoy!

➺ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 | 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ➺ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 𝟏,𝟗𝟐𝟗

. . .

A suffocating choke of panic tore at your insides at the sound of the demon’s voice, ringing loud and clear through the pristine speakers of the vintage radio, the haunted device still clutched in the shadow's dark, bony talons.

The apparition's form crackled with static as your back went rigid and the muscles in your thighs tensed against your armchair, prepared to run at the first sign of danger.

Christ, I might start praying again if this shit keeps happening-!

“Have you gone hard of hearing, my dear? Or are you truly that inhospitable of a hostess?” The demon was practically grinning through the speakers as it teased you, taking you completely off-guard. His voice that had haunted your dreams was so wildly different and... hauntingly charming, in a soul-rattling way.

“W-What the hell do you want...?”

“Oh, I’m only checking in on my favorite little human~, making sure my visit didn’t rattle you, too much~...”

He chuckled huskily through the speakers, and you would’ve rolled your eyes at the flatter, had you not been terrified to your core. Being the favorited among the poor souls that some psychotic demon specialized in collecting was no prize to be sought after, nor should it be even considered a compliment.

Unfortunately for you, this was now your reality. Being the favored among the demon’s possibly vast collection of toys.

“Favorite? What, because you own my soul, or some shit?”

The demon laughed, his deep, rich voice summoning a kaleidoscope of butterflies into your stomach. “Oho, you catch on quite quickly, my dear!”

He chuckled heartily for a few more seconds, and the tension in your shoulders was suddenly released at his seemingly laid-back posture.

“Though, I’d say it’d have something to do with that spitfire tongue of yours,” his voice tickled like a warning against your ears, bringing an underlying feeling of unease.

Tread carefully, now. Don’t do anything to piss him off.

“Alright then, fair enough," you leaned against your chair, trying to get your nerves to relax as a healthy dose of pumping adrenaline screamed for you to run far, far away from this beast. That associating with him would only spell your demise.

“Tell me your name.”

“Hm?” The shadow tilted its head at you, like a confused puppy. It was as if the demon was moving through it, or the shadow was moving for him. Like a puppet.

You huffed. “If I have to ‘devote my soul’ to you, or whatever, I should at least have something to call you,” you let your sentence hang in the air, almost anxious for the demon’s answer as he hummed at your suddenly bold attitude.

How naive. I can smell your fear from here, my Doe.

And what a choice of words! Devote your soul to him? A deliciously intimate sentiment that he quite liked, much more than he’d care to admit.

“Well, I suppose that’s a given...” you sat unblinking while the demon seemed to think it over, and pinpointed the trans-Atlantic accent of his that excited the air with a lively vintage flair. One that a deeply buried part of you that should shut the fuck up found quite charming.

“The name’s Alastor, my dear! And yours?” The shadow leapt forward out of its chair and loomed over you, extending its hand for you to take as its eerie smile stretched across its face even further.

Alastor, huh? Not exactly a name you’d hear being tossed around on the streets, these days.

You hesitantly took the shadow’s hand and told him your name, plus a polite, “It’s... Nice to meet you, I guess. Again.”

Narrowing your eyes from the memory of the rather unpleasant experience of meeting the new owner of your soul, you cleared your throat.

There were many questions that you had for this... Alastor. First and foremost, how the hell did he acquire your soul? Why did he sound like he was from a completely different time? What did he look like? Was he going to drag you down into Hell with him?

Those were among the more important ones.

“I have a few questions for you, if you don’t mind, Alastor...”

He shivered from the other end of the line, gripping his microphone with fervor. Oh, how he loved to hear his name pour from your pretty lips.

“Ask away, my dear~,” the shadow leaned against the chair with a purr, gazing down at you with half-lidded eyes as the radio beside it hummed with static.

Okay, start with something easy. “How did you even get my soul to begin with?”

“My, my! You don’t start small, do you?” Alastor grinned into the microphone. Ah, yes, the tale of how he stumbled across your gem of a soul and was promised a soul slave that would tend to him for all of eternity. Such an offer was just too intriguing to refuse!

Who knew the blonde starlet was hiding such a cute little jewel right up her sleeve?

“It just so happened that a dear friend of mine was in possession of your soul. They simply offered up yours, in return for all their painfully predictable greed and lust satisfied. Quite the clever loophole, if you ask me!” You bristled slightly. Prying answers from the demon might be a bit more difficult than you thought.

How vague. Touché, Alastor.

You watched as the shadow’s claws drummed upon the arm rest of the sofa, awaiting for your next question.

“And just what are you going to do with me, when I...” Your eyes flickered with a solemn emotion, knowing that your fate of being chained to this demon would surely drag you down into the blazing basement was guaranteed at this point.

“Ohoho, you have no idea, do you~?”

The hairs on the back of your neck rose and goose bumps prickled along your arms as the shadow towered over you, making you curl in on yourself as its lanky, wispy arms came to cage you underneath it.

A long, lithe tongue came to swipe across its lower lip, making an embarrassing heat pool just above your crossed legs.

“It’s what I’m going to do to you that counts, my darling,” the shadow remained there for a moment longer and leaned ever so close so that you were mere centimeters away.

You couldn't move, couldn't close your eyes, and no deep-seated, primal fear could be found, now. Only shameful fantasies invading your headspace, before the shadow pulled away and settled back onto the couch with a wide, crooked smile while purring proudly, clearly very pleased with itself.

“Now, I do believe I deserve to ask a question of my own, my dear.” The apparition smirked down at you while you sank in your seat with flushed cheeks, still shaken from a dose of tonal whiplash.

“Alright...”

“Just where do we happen to be? Why, I do wonder whether we’re in the States at all!” Alastor laughed boisterously, and a part of you winced at how fake it sounded. No, perhaps hollow was the word. It was like he was wearing a showman’s mask around you, pretentious and forced, and you hoped you wouldn’t have to live with it for long.

He’d somehow manage to be even more unbearable...

“We’re in New Orleans."

Pure silence met you, though the shadow had spoken for its master, as it excitedly raced over to the window like an eager child looking through the frost-paned window of a toy store during Christmastime, garnering a nice view of the city its owner so dearly adored.

The radio buzzed and whirred behind you, as if it would jump up from its spot on the table. “Is that so?”

You nodded. “Just moved here, a few weeks ago. Have you ever been?”

“Have I been here?” He laughed incredulously. “Why, I was born and raised here!” Pride oozed from every syllable as the shadow stood tall with its chest puffed out, while you gripped the edge of your seat.

So, he was once a human?

“Really?” Though Alastor could not see you as of right now, he liked to imagine the cute shock flashing in your eyes, the way your brows raised and how you leaned over the chair as it creaked beneath your shifting weight. “What was it like, living here? When did you die?”

“Hm... Just around the thirties, if I remember correctly!” He reveled in your soft gasp of shock. “Let me tell you, it was quite the time to be alive!”

The shadow had stepped away from the window, walking around the living room and making dramatic gestures that carried the flair and elegance of a true showman. Along with Alastor’s addictive voice, it was like watching a live show.

And you were drinking up every drop.

“And, oh, the music! Perhaps one of these days, I’ll show you how to properly cut a rug,” the shadow winked down at you, bristling with glee at your flustered laughter.

You watched as the shadow paced back and forth while Alastor chatted your ears off, finding your ice-cold resolve to avoid this demon at all costs deteriorating by the minute.

But, still, all good things had to come to an end, as they say.

“Alright, alright, this has been fun, but...” you side-eyed your work laptop that sat innocently upon the kitchen countertop. “I really need to get to work, now.”

The shadow drooped, its seemingly permanent smile dripping into a frown. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re going to abandon a lovely afternoon with me for that,” Alastor sneered at the laptop as the shadow pointed towards it accusingly, “silly, pompous, piece-of-shit, whatever the hell it is.”

You sighed, standing your ground reluctantly. “Trust me, it’s not like I love working, but, hey, you know how it is.”

Walking over to the laptop, you rolled your eyes as the shadow hissed lowly. “I won’t be long, okay? Now, unless having my soul warrants you keeping me from paying the bills, I’m getting to work.”

“At least tell me what kind of entertainment it can provide that I can’t,” Alastor spat as the shadow crossed his arms and stood rigid above the laptop with a sharp scowl.

“I told you, it’s not entertainment, it’s my job,” you replied with exasperation, “I’m an editor for a publishing company. Now, shoo, shoo, I have a manuscript to review,” you boldly waved your hands at the shadow in a ‘go on, git,’ motion.

The shadow hunched over you with a low growl, its antlers stretching towards the ceiling as a harsh crackle of static pierced your ears.

“Now, is that any way to talk to your Master?”

A spike of fear tried prying you in the other direction towards the door, but a flicker of irritation at his very interesting choice of words won out against your sudden spine-chilling terror.

“I don’t believe you have that right to call yourself my Master just yet,” your eye twitched as you clenched your fists, instantly reminded of who – no, what you were dealing with. You couldn’t have felt more stupid to be swayed by his charms in that moment.

“Alright, then, have it your way,” the shadow curled around you with a low, almost seductive purr, tilting your chin upwards with a single, inky talon. “But know that I’ll be cashing in on that statement, when you eventually fall to me.”

You raised an eyebrow, pupils thinning in a challenge. “Oh? And what makes you think I’m going to Hell with you?”

“Oh, you will, darling. Trust me, you will.”

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𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Next chapter will be lengthier but right now I'm just building up the ✨pLoT✨ so don't worry :) But the updates will be faster on my A03 account just because making them on Tumblr takes more time.

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A/N: I think the next part will be the last and I will be going on a short hiatus for about a month to rest and recuperate

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* “Why didn’t you tell me Thalia’s tree was poisoned, and that Ares is a…camp counselor.” If you could even call it that.

* The wind brushes against your face, offering you a short moment to think of all your grievances.

* ‘I have a lot to be discontent with.’

* Static crinkles on the other side, and you close your eyes and imagine your father shifting his cell phone until it’s wedged against his shoulder and ear.

* “I don’t remember you telling me there were monsters lurking around your school, so we’ll call it even.” In your defense there hardly ever are monsters around you these days—Percy’s a different story though.

* “How is Ares these days?” And then after a moment he adds: “and how are Clarisse and Dennis taking to having family around after all this time.”

* ‘The question of the year.’

* He takes your silence for an answer. “That good, huh?”

* “I think he’s really different from what she imagined—and that’s causing some friction.”

* Clarisse has spent her entire life with a mortal parent she couldn’t entirely relate too—someone prim proper who believed in rules and order.

* When she found out Ares is her father she attributed all her other-ness to him.

* Her rage, her rebelliousness, her desire for control — it was all because of him.

* But now, seeing her Father trail after her like a lost puppy, wearing short shorts and sleeveless tanks, and lounging around all day admitting the stories about him were greatly exaggerated—

* “Oh Hercules? He was a real looker in his prime, a real spitfire, the sexual tension ebbed over the pot a little when he slayed Kyknos.”

* “She’s having trouble coming to terms with the fact that all these ‘negative’ traits she's attributed to her father aren’t his, they’re just…who she is.”

* ‘It’s not a bad thing to be full of wrath and rebellion, after all a goddess’ wrath is the only reason I’m alive.’

* “She’s not even that bad though, Annabeth’s been freaking out about the tree and searching for clues in any book she can get her hands on, and Percy’s even worse because he has only child syndrome.”

* Zagreus snorts on the other end. “That’s rich coming from an only-child.”

* ‘It might be nice to have a sibling, especially one that was made specifically so I would have a friend.’

* “Do you think…do you think Poseidon loves Percy?”

* You’ve classified him as a degenerate for so long that the question surprises you, even when it passes from your own lips.

* It’s unimaginable to you that someone would have a child just for the sake of another of their progeny.

* But gods don’t think should children like mortals do.

* “Have you ever met Poseidon (Y/N)?” The phone crackles on the other end when you tell him no.

* “He’s not as good or bad as you’re thinking he is.”

* ‘What the hell does that mean?’

* You hear a thump beside you, and when you turn you see a certain dark-haired, ocean eyed boy.

* “I have to go Dad, I’ll talk to you soon…Cerberus’ treats are in the pantry, love you too.” You sigh when you click the phone shut, turning to Percy with a smile.

* “What’s up?”

* “I don’t know how much longer I can stand this,” he groans.

* ‘Out of the pan and into the fire.’

* “The tree right, don’t worry, what’s the worst that can happen? Zeus turns us all into trees as punishment? Being a willow tree might not be so bad—”

* “I meant Tyson.”

* ‘Oh,’

* “I thought you liked him?”

* Percy sighs. “I did—I do! I just…I don’t understand it. Why would Poseidon…have a child with a cyclops.”

* “Well…he’s got that forge underwater, right? And there’s a lot of steam so clothes stick—” Percy flushes.

* “N-no, n-not that!” His hand rotates to the back of his neck, an aggravated blush creeping up his face. “Forget the…laws of attraction or whatever, why’d he have to claim him? Everyone’s making fun of me now, it’s like I’m a joke,” he huffs.

* “Is this about the other kids teasing you?” His silence tells you it is. You sigh. “Look Percy…it’s easy for them to make fun of you for a monster-sibling when they’ve got other demi-gods to pick from.”

* His eyebrow quirks up.

* “What do you mean by that?”

* How do you explain this to a child?

* “Tomorrow, if something happens to your mom, Hades forbid, what are you going to do? Who do you have to rely on in this world?”

* “I have you.” He doesn’t hesitate for a second, not even a blink, the answer slips pass his lips like the most basic truth of this world. “A-and I have Annabeth and Grover, and Ch—” He lists each one off using his fingers as a marker, and you feel a soft smile curl on your mouth.

* “And you have Tyson. Even if we’re all pulled away from you because of the Gods' whims, Tyson will always stay on your side.”

* ‘A child literally made to always be on your side—so you’re never alone.’

* You can see that he understands now by the misty glaze in his eyes.

* “I feel like a dick.” Percy mumbles, his face in his hands. All you can offer is a laugh. “I-I’m going to go find Tyson and give him a hug.” Percy abruptly stands up, remembering that he doesn’t know where he’s heading.

* “He’s probably with Beckendorf!” You shout, earning a bright smile and wave from percy as he starts jogging to the forge.

* ‘What a good kid.’

* You feel good about how that went. But the peace doesn’t last long, because a moment later you feel the presence of someone standing behind you.

* You turn to see everyone’s favorite forever flushed, golden curls, counselor.

* He fidgets with makeshift camp halfblood tank top, the hem rolled between his index finger and thumb.

* “Can I sit?” He asks, and he looks so awkward you can’t bring yourself to say ‘no’—not even as a joke.

* You pat the spot beside you on the picnic blanket.

* “It’s a free hill.” Ares sits down beside you, whistling at the spread of food.

* “Are these Persephone’s baklava?” He picks up the container, a smile creeping on his mouth. “Persephone always made the best stuff, even in the old days.”

* “I didn’t know you knew Persephone.”

* “Of course I did, she was famous back in the day—still is.” The Tupperware container creaks as he snaps off the lid. “I still remember watching her turn Titan-sized and then beat the shit out of Kronos.” He snorts, popping a baklava in his mouth.

* His head tilts to the side, the dots in his mind slowly connecting. “I guess that’s something you have in common.”

* ‘I can’t believe Persephone fought Kronos and won…I can’t believe I fought Kronos and won!’

* Looks like beating the odds is in your blood.

* “You know Persephone is kind of the reason Dite and I broke up—”

* A horrifying thought occurs to you, “were you and Persephone…a thing?”

* “Not really, except for those two weeks I pretended I couldn’t read and we kissed a bit—” that’s concerning, “—basically I found out Persephone was a fertility goddess and I thought it would be cool to torment my dad a little by marrying her—” that’s also concerning. “—how was I supposed to know Dite, who’d been fucking all over Thebes and Olympus by the way, was going to get pissed off about it, or that Kore’d already met her Underworld Daddy.”

* Somehow, that’s the most sensible part of the story.

* There’s a moment where the only sound is the wind scraping against your ear and Ares munching on baklava.

* “What’s your endgame with Aphrodite? She’s married to your brother—”

* “Don’t remind me,” he scoffs.

* “—do…do you want to steal her away from him?”

* He looks at you like you just suggested you both go out and kick some puppies.

* “Of course not, I just want to join them.”

* Oh…OH!

* ‘That makes sense.’

* “Hephaestus will agree as long as she’s happy.” He pops another piece of baklava in his mouth. “All I have to do is get Aphrodite to fall in love with me.”

* It’s not the worst thing you’ve ever heard. In a way they’re all already family considering Hephaestus raised most of Aphrodite and Ares’ children.

* “Knowing you, it'll happen sooner or later.” Despite his faults, Ares is earnest and honest. You can…kind of see the appeal.

* He returns your words of kindness with a small smile.

* “I gave you some juicy gossip so now it’s your turn to give me something—“

* ‘And just like that he’s trash again.'

* “—how do I make Clarisse like me?”

* ‘And just like that he’s redeemed himself.’

* “Why do you think she doesn’t like you?”

* He gives you a look.

* “Right.”

* “I…I didn’t realize she’d gotten so big.” He mumbles. “Last time I checked the was barely bigger than my palm, I guess, I thought she’d always be that small.”

* Gods don’t age the same way humans do, that’s why it’s so hard for them to change or realize things.

* It’s sad, but it makes sense that from Ares perspective he turned away for a second and realized his child had completely grown up.

* “Just give her some time, she’s coming to terms with a lot, you can’t expect her to have a great relationship after you’ve been gone her whole life.”

* Ares nods, standing up and brushing off dirt from his shorts.

* “That’s the most boring advice I’ve ever got,” A small smile curls on his face. “but I’ll still give it a try.”

* You sigh, peace and quiet at last.

* ‘All it cost me was an entire tub of Persephone’s baklava.’

* You’re thinking of laying back and soaking in the sunlight when you hear footsteps get closer.

* ‘Probably Dionysus here to complain about the tree, it’s all coming full circle.’

* “A picnic delivered from the Underworld?” Your ears prick at the sound of the voice, unfamiliar and masculine.

* You turn slowly. A man with curly black hair, bright blue eyes, and dressed in a red tracksuit looks back at you.

* Even though you can’t place him you can feel power radiate off of him. His mouth twitches up in a lopsided smile

* “Do you mind if I join you?”

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