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posallys · 3 months

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all right here is my word vomit live watch

IMMEDIATELY i am slapped in the face by toby stephens as poseidon i am FERAL

THE LUKE AND PERCY PARALLEL “LOOK, YOU DIDN’T WANT TO BE A HALFBLOOD” OH MY FUCKING GOD

THE MISSING LUKE AND PERCY TRAINING SCENES OH DEAR LORD THANK YOU THANK YOU

“When am i ever going to use this” percy i LOVE YOU

“So you can use them against your opponent” OH BOY

Finally some action i love a good sword fight

But where's annabeths necklace imma kill people

Ooh some god strength okay okay tasty

HELL YEAH POSEIDON POWERS FUCK HIS SHIT UPPPPPP

“I WARNED YOU. IF YOU'RE NOT CAREFUL, YOU'LL FIND OUT WHO I AM” OH I LOVE THE ENERGY YESSSS FUCK YEAH

GO OFFF PERCY

“AND YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE JUST A KID”

Ares didn't curse him i hate it here

OH WHAT IS THAT VOICE

OH MY GOD THE CABIN SOMEBODY SEDATE ME

this can go one of two ways

“Violent seismic activity” MMM YUMMY

UH HULLO THIS IS NOT WHAT I EXPECTED ALECTO!???

I lied there was a secret 3rd way this could have gone and it happened

OOP THERE’S THE NECKLACE

“Where's the glory in that” wow tell me you don't understand Percy's character without telling me you don't understand Percy's character

“I don't have an appointment” THATS SO FUCKING ICONIC OF HIM

Wait i kind of fuck with this olympus i was picture all white and pristine but this FUCKS

“SHOULDN'T THEY BE JUST AS AFRAID OF US AS WE ARE OF THEM” OH MY FUCKING GOD. OH MY GOD. HOLY SHIT

“you're learning fast” OH MY GODDDDDDDDD

“Things that are small and scary….” BROOOOOOOOOOOO

the show has rights for the luke and percy content and posally and percabeth and that's IT

LANCE REDDICK ❤️❤️❤️ greatest of all time rest in peace ❤️ (you'll always be Cedric daniels to me)

Ohhh king he does a bad ass zeus

Where's poseidon though DONT TAKE HIM FROM ME 😭😭😭

Lance ily

Lance reddick zeus you're perfect to ME

OHHHHH YES GOOD SHIT

percy jackson king of audacity

AGHHHHHJJJDHH POSEIDON I LOVE YOU BRIAN BROMEN OH FUCK YES IM. SNKDKKWKWJFKMQ3LI4HRND IM VIBRATING NRJNW OHMYGID

IM THROWING UP OH MY GOD

“I SURRENDER” OH BROTHER DO I HAVE THOUGHTS THOUGHTS TOO MANY THOUGHTS FUCKKKKK

OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDD IM GOING TO PUKE

TOBY STEPHENS LOVE OF MY LIFE

I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE UNWELL IN MY ENTIRE LIFE

SHUT UP NOBODY TOUCH ME

“OBEDIENCE DOESNT COME NATURALLY TO YOU DOES IT” ohhhhhhhh brother call me an ambulance

“I must take some of the blame i suppose” so you CAN read the books you just chose not to for the other 7 episodes….

THE SEA DOES NOT LIKE TO BE RESTRAINED FUCK YEAHHHHHB BROTHER

HIM ONLY UNDERSTANDING THE WORD FATHER IM GOING TO KILL MYSELF IM SOBBING

POSEIDON SMILE IM DYING

I DIDN'T LEARN IT FROM CHIRON AND THEN POSEIDONS FACE OH FUCK IM PUKING SHAKING CRYING

IM SO SO SO UNWELL IM LITERALLY INCOHERENT

“Ares is a moron, as you noticed” STOP I LOVE HIM THERES THAT ASSHAT POSEIDON ENERGY IM LOOKING FOR

“of course we dream, why do you ask” “DO YOU EVER DREAM ABOUT MOM” I AM DEAD I DIED I ASCENDED IM FLOATING LEVITATING FLYING OH DEAR LORD OH MY GOD IM SO SO SO ILL

TOBY STEPHENS THE MAN THAT YOU ARE POSEIDON THE MAN THAT YOU ARE OH MY GOD HIM GOLDING PERCYS HEA DIM VIMITING SHITING MYSELF KILLING DYING DEAD DJFICJJWOKDKDJN FUCK ME FUCK FICK

TOBY TOBY TOBY YOURE PERFECTVTHE PAIN THE FACIAL EXPTESSUINNS IM DYING DEAD

THE PEARL KILL KILL KJAJDJWKKDJJDJDUEJJ2NH3H

I AM HYPERVENTILATING

Not to be greedy BUT WHERE IS THE QUEEN AMING WOMEN WHERE THE FUCK WAS IT YOU CANNOT GIVE ME ALL OF THAT AND THEN NOT GIVE ME THE MOST FUCKING ICONIC LINE OF ALL TIME WHAT THE ACTUAL ABSOLUTE FUCK I AM GOING THROUGH SO MANY EMOTIONS WHATBTHEFUCK

there's still 20 minutes left taylor breathe it can still happen

PERCABETH HUG MY RELIGION

annabeth luke percy trio is SOOOOO interesting to me

I hate percy knowing :( ur a bit too perceptive buddy but it's okay

“I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D GIVE THEM TO GROVER TO WEAR” SHOOT ME IT WOULD PROBABLY FEEL ABOUT THE SAME

THE GODS ARE MY ENEMY, YOU IM HERE TO RECRUIT OHHHHH BROTHER

OH HELLO BACKBITER LORE OKAY

LUKE I GET YOU I UNDERSTAND

I MET YOUR DAD *SLASH* OH THEY GOT HIM THEY GOT HIM GOOD

LUKE PERCY FIGHT MY EYES HAVE BEEN BLESSED IN THIS DAY

PERCY APOLOGIZING HONEY UR TOO SWEET

ANNABETH OH FUCK OH HELLO

So tell me what are the plans for ttc now lol

I HEARD EVERYTHING ANNABETH HONEY COME HERE I NEED TO HUG YOU

I must ask….where the FUCK was this energy the rest of the season this episode is literally so insane it almost makes up for the rest of everything

“How does she feel abt all of this” ooh yummy i like the foreshadowing

“I imagine she's thrilled” WRONG thalia would stomp freddy chases head in if given the chance

LEAH UR BRAIDS ARE GORGEOUS

stop percy had HEART EYES 24/7 FOR HER IM GOING TO COMBUST

“JUST BE A KID” IM SOBBING

THE SEARCHERS LICENSE IM CRYING SOBBING UR PERFECT GROVER

“I'LL FIND YOU” FORESHADDDDDDDOWWWINGGGGGGGG

“NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS WE MEET BACK HERE NEXT YEAR”, OH I LOVE THEM IM CRYING SOBBING OH MY BABIES

MONTAUK IM GOING TO KILL MYSELF FUCK DUDE U CANT DO THIS

i want poseidon to be there i know he wont be but i NEED it

Stop honey percy ilyyyyy you're such a sweetheart im kissing ur forehead and tucking u in

OH HELLO “IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP” WOOOOAHHHHHHHH OKAY

“WE'RE STILL DOING THIS” LMFAOOOOO

“TURNS OUT IM PRETTY GOOD AT THIS….COME FIND ME” CRAZY

……MOTHERFUCKER if they dont show gabe dying im gonna riot

WHERE WAS THE REST OF MY POSALLY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 YOU CAN'T GIVE ME SOME AND THEN TAKE AWAY THE LITTLE FROM THE BOOKS

WHERE IS SALLY MURDERING GABE HELLO

AHHH END SCENE LOL AH THE BOX

THE IMPLICATION THAT IT WAS ALL POSEIDON……..WHAT IF I DIE OH MY GOD

#please ask me things #pjo tv #percy jackson

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grvyrd-drms · 8 months

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creepypasta characters getting absolutely zoinked!!

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A/N: in honor of me getting so stoned i puked last night. how i think crp's feel about the mary jane.

characters: jeff, toby, ben, masky, hoodie, e. jack, l. jack, natalie/clockwork, jane, liu, nina, helen/bloody painter, puppeteer, jason, candy pop, zero, kate

CW: drugs obviously lol, flashbacks/trauma

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jeff: secretly too afraid to use lighters anymore so he sticks to dab pens. claims he "doesn't want weed all over his shit" but everyone knows the truth lmao. takes baby hits cause it hurts his lungs. 4/10.

toby: oh ABSOLUTELY handles it like a CHAMP. the one who's constantly ripping the bong that it gets annoying. he likes that it calms his anxiety and tics, and its one of the only times he feels like he can relax and get away from all his... issues. finishes peoples bong rips and joints for them. doesn't like blunts. prefers to smoke alone but likes when brian tags along cause it makes toby feel like he has a brother. helps people out if they wanna roll/learn/etc. 11/10.

e. jack: prefers to be in touch with his senses completely. afraid that if he's too careless he'll go all spooky cannibal demon on everyone. doesn't mind when other people do it, though. 0/10 just cause he doesn't smoke.

l. jack: never let this thing near any drugs ever. i feel like drugs wouldn't even work on them??? stoned toby once tried to get them to smoke cause he thought it'd be funny. they ate the joint. -1/10.

masky/tim: prefers his cigarettes. he already has issues with the constant DID switching he doesn't need anymore time skips or anything. likes feeling in control. in high school and college before it all got bad he definitely blazed it up though. 6/10 for past experience.

hoodie/brian: 100% was the one blazing it up with tim in school. hits pipes like a PRO. sometimes smokes with toby if they've been on good terms/its been a good day and the proxies aren't at each others throats. 8/10.

natalie: dooooeeessss not like not being in full control. can't handle it and it freaks her out big time. she'll start getting triggering flashbacks if she's high enough. when her and toby were dating she fucking hated whenever he got high. for effort, 2/10.

nina: the gf who looooooovessss weed and then is gone by the first hit. definitely takes a way too big hit and throws up after trying to impress everyone. she likes fruity vapes and puts stickers on them. 7/10.

jane: NU-UH!!!! does not go near drugs of any kind and gets nervous around intoxicated people. keeps her guard up when she's around anyone like that. she did once help natalie to her room when she was stoned though. and for that mom energy, 1/10.

ben: i have this little hc that ben just kinda. gets shit for people. being a part of the internet he can get anything ordered, anything shipped anywhere. as a fee he likes to charge people in weed (or something sexual if he's being a nuisance and likes the person). has never once bought his own bud and doesn't keep track of it. you'll get strawberry cheesecake and banana pudding in one bowl and you'll fucking like it. nobody will smoke with him due to that. 9/10 tho he blazes it up.

kate: never learned how to do any of that and doesn't really feel like learning. hates people too much to ask someone to teach her. gets intimidated whenever she sees toby and brian work out the mechanics of it all. 1/10 poor baby.

liu: DOES NOT PARTAKE IN ANY OF THESE ACTIVITIES AT ALL ‼️🙅 acts like he's too high (lol) above to do drugs. in reality he's just too awkward and scared to ask anyone to smoke with him. if anything he would have a dab pen cause he can't roll or pack for shit. 3/10 you'll get there one day buddy.

helen: casually smokes here and there to relax himself. not addicted, more of a recreational/medicinal user. 8/10.

puppeteer: this fucking GUY. in competition with toby for highest tolerance/biggest stoner. i mean look at him he's a theater kid and he has a beanie. thats like 100% stoner material. smokes blunts like theres no tomorrow. 11/10.

zero: definitely makes it into a competition and judges people if they can't handle a hit/finish their milk. every single time accidentally gets way too stoned trying to beat everyone. worst person to smoke with but her tolerance is incredible. 7/10.

jason: believes he has better things to do than get high and do drugs. always busy with his 'work' and his companions (the circus pastas) feel the same. 0/10.

candy pop: no one lets them near their stash. they have not once encountered any type of drug. no one is willing to share. so sorry buddy. 0/10.

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Just another idea for a Steddie fic. Because my brain has these two boys on lock every second of every god damn day.

After Vecna Eddie and Steve drifted apart. Eddie took his band on tour and Steve and Dustin built a multi-million dollar company that produces high grade hearing aids (when Steve started losing hearing in his left ear).

Flash forward 17 years. Corroded Coffin never made it big because their bus rolled while touring in Europe and Brian (the unnamed Freak) was caught under it and died. But Eddie is a big name metal producer and is doing well for himself.

Steve got married but after the birth of their daughter, it came out that Allison was only in to get Steve’s trust fund (which he would get when he turned 25 or when he got married). But the court ruled that trust funds can’t be counted as part of their combined funds and she wouldn’t get a red cent. Allison then abandoned Steve and their daughter, never to be seen again.

Steve’s daughter is in a rock band as their lead singer and drummer and they need a place to practice. Steve agrees. They all show up. Mandy their bassist is a pretty black girl, rocking a kick ass fro. Kenny is their keyboarder. He is a shy husky kid who is already getting facial hair. It’s their lead guitarist that makes Steve stop dead in his tracks though. He’s got long curly dark brown hair and chocolate button eyes. When he smiles he’s got his dad’s dimples.

“Hey, Dad,” his daughter says, “this is Harry Munson, he just moved to our school about a month ago and since we needed someone to replace Lauren after the backstabbing that bitch--”

“Language!” Steve barks.

“Anyway, he plays guitar and offered to take her place.”

Steve recognizes the guitar because of course the kid’s first guitar was his dad’s.

Steve barely makes it to the bathroom to throw up as a migraine hits.

Eddie comes to pick Harry up from band practice and makes his own double take. Standing up from the drum kit in the back is a female version of Steve Harrington. Hazel eyes and honeyed hair.

Harry introduces them. “This is Edie Harrington, her dad let us use their garage to practice.

“Edie?” Eddie asks more than a little amused.

“Short for Edith. Mom overrode Dad on that one, and then when she fucked off after being a grade A cunt, Dad started calling be Edie to piss her off,” Edie says with a shrug. “Haven’t seen her in a few years though.”

Eddie nods. “Your dad seeing anyone right now?”

“Dad hasn’t dated since his last boyfriend Mick cheated on him with two guys and a girl. Dad said Mick gave bisexuals a bad name.”

“Interesting...” Eddie says, “very interesting. And where is your dad now, princess?”

She jerked her thumb behind her to the house, “Just follow the sound of puking and you’ll find him. He got a sudden migraine before practice started.”

And then you know where it goes from here: they dance around it because Steve thinks Eddie’s partner is still in the picture (Jay died from cancer when Harry was 10, Harry was a surrogate baby from Eddie’s sperm), they date, they get married, they live happily ever after.

#My writing #stranger things #steddie #flash forward #ladykailtiha writes

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rmd-writes · 7 months

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Intimacy Prompts: 1 or 18 (or both lol) for tarlos 🥹

Because I’m using these prompts to try to shake words loose after a bout of writer’s block, these are all just whatever I can come up with in <20min and barely edited 💖

Happiest of birthdays to you, Brian! I hope you have a fabulous day 🎉🥳 Thank you for the mid-conversation plot bunnies, the fic titles and, of course, your friendship 💖💖💖 hope you like this ficlet x

1. hugging them from behind, laying their head on the other’s shoulder and/or 18. moving closer in bed

“Hey baby,” TK calls.

“Hey babe, how was your shift?” Carlos asks over his shoulder and then listens to the sounds of TK taking his shoes off by the door, dropping his bag on the floor next to the console table and rifling through the mail briefly.

“Long,” comes the reply and TK is there with his arms wrapped around Carlos’ waist and a kiss to the back of his neck.

Carlos tips his head back to kiss TK quickly and says, “Just give me a sec, this will burn if I leave it.”

“I’ll be here,” TK murmurs into Carlos’ shoulder before resting his head on it. “Can we eat on the couch? I’m so tired.”

“Why don’t you go shower and change? By the time you’re done, dinner will be ready.”

“I’m offended that you think I need a shower. Had one at the station before I came home. A patient puked on me,” TK explains.

“Is that what that smell is?” Carlos jokes.

“Hey.” TK pinches his side but Carlos can hear the smile beneath his weary tone.

“Really though, will you feel better if you change into something else?”

“Just need you.”

They eat on the couch, with TK in the corner of the sectional facing Carlos with his feet tucked under Carlos’ thigh as TK tells him about his shift and Carlos opens his laptop on the coffee table to show TK the villa he’d found for their upcoming trip to Tuscany. TK’s eyes light up just like he’d imagined when Carlos shows him the view from the balcony in the master bedroom – a view visible from the bed if the doors are open. He’s just as excited by the secluded swimming pool on the property.

He follows TK into the shower after he manages to spill his tea down his shirt after dinner, and despite TK’s earlier insistence that he was exhausted, it’s not long before Carlos finds himself pressed against the tiles lost in the feeling of TK’s soft lips, the sweep of his tongue and the slide of their wet bodies together.

“You got time to lie down with me before your shift?” TK asks around his toothbrush.

Carlos sticks his head into their bedroom to check the time. “Little bit. No time for round two,” he warns.

“Too tired anyway, babe.”

“That’s what you said when we got into the shower.”

“Ten minutes max,” Carlos says as they climb into bed.

TK yawns. “I’ll be asleep before then,” he insists. “I wanna be the little spoon, c’mere.”

When TK rolls onto his side, Carlos slides in closer, tucking his knees up behind TK’s knees and winding an arm around his waist. TK takes his hand and tangles their fingers together, pressing a kiss to the back of Carlos’ hand before curling their hands into his chest.

“Love you,” he sighs into the pillow.

“Love you too,” Carlos says, kissing TK’s neck.

It’s only a few minutes before TK is snuffling softly and Carlos edges away from him slowly and gets ready for work, pressing a kiss to TK’s forehead before he leaves. Their conflicting shifts mean it’ll be a couple of days before they see each other at home again.

Three days later, Carlos wakes to the familiar weight of TK’s head pillowed on his chest and his fluffy hair tickling his chin.

“Mmm, you’re here,” TK murmurs, voice rough with sleep. “Missed you.”

Carlos pulls him over so that TK is lying on top of him. “Missed you too,” he says, before drawing him down for a kiss that’s languid and slow, until it’s not.

If you want a little peek into their Tuscany trip, you can read it here.

(You can read all of my intimate moments prompts here)

#tarlos fic #tarlos #911 lone star #rmd writes #rmd writes: ls snippet #intimate moments prompts #prompt fill

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faghubby · 1 year

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Caught in the pantry

"Shh" Judy hushed me. As she tried to pull my pants down, she was crazy I thought. We were currently at a party at her sisters house. Where she had dragged me into the kitchen pantry. She had worn her pink strapon under her dress. She had first pegged me six months ago. I had been reluctant but discovered I loved it. Judy ever pushing the boundaries had started to wear it so she could fuck me in public. Like I would do to her on occasions. But this was her sister house surrounded by our friends and family. I know she wouldn't stop.

"Alright but quick" I told her dropping my pants she shot lube up my ass and drove her cock in with no resistance,

"We need a bigger one" she teased as she fucked me hard she wanted me to moan as usual. But I bit my lip. Bit suddenly the door opened and Brian just stared at us. It took a moment till it registered what he saw then he closed the door. Judy giggled and drove her cock deep one last time. Before she pulled it out. I quickly got dressed.

I was in full panic mode.

"Leave Brian to me" she said smacking my ass gently. Brian and I didn't exactly get along. Judy had been Brian's long time on and off boyfriend before I came along. He was also her brothers best friend.

Judy pulled her strapon off and handed to me as she left first. Great what was I suppose to do with this I thought. I hid it on the top shelf would get it later and put it in her bag. I came out to see Judy and Brian standing close talking. I grabbed a drink and found a corner to hide. I never liked parties anyway. But now I was just waiting for Brian to walk in and tell everyone. I downed the drink and got another. Judy came up behind me and grabbed my ass. I jumped.

"Calm down sweety" she said kissing me hard. I finished my drink and another.

"We need to go" Judy told me. As I stumbled towards the door. I looked up to see Brian helping me to the cat,

"Thank you" Judy said and hugged him. Before driving me home. Half way home Judy asked.

"Where is my cock?"

"Crap I left it in the pantry" I told her.

"What! Oh shit!" She pulled over. I opened the door and puked.

"Brian, I need another favor" I heard her say. "Paulie, left my toy in the pantry on the top shelf. Would you, before Liz finds it" obviously I only heard one side of the conversation. But whatever he said made her laugh. "Thanks I owe you big" she hung up.

"Thst is going to cost you big" she told me. And continued to drive home. Judy put me to bed. I basically passed out. I woke to use the bathroom it was after 2am. I heard voices. I went to investigate grabbing Judy's robe. I stopped at the living room. As I saw Judy naked bent over the chair. As Brian fucked her from behind.i noticed the strapon harness on the floor but the dildowasn't.

"Oh my god. Judy cried out as I saw Brian pushing the toy into her ass as he continued to pound away on her pussy. I couldn't move.

"There he is" Brian laughed never slowing Judy raised her eyes but I watched as she orgasmed on his cock. Which led to Brian pumping his seed inside her. He pulled out and started to grab his clothes.

"Nice robe" he laughed Judy sat on the floor catching her breath. She pulled the dildo from her ass. Brian walked straight up to me.

"Why don't you kiss my dick to say thank you" he told me. This man I hated even more now. But he towered over me by at least 6 inches. I noticed how buff he was as he stood still naked before me. I swallowed hard. Unable to answer him. He turned and laughed. Getting dressed and leaving.

I went to Judy still on the floor.

"Don't be mad, it was the price to keep him quiet" she told me. I helped her to her feet. She seemed dizzy.

"Did he hurt you?" I asked concerned.

"No baby, he gave me what I needed" she told me as I helped her to bedroom.

"Do you want to shower" I asked. She looked at me.

"You could wash me" she smiled and laid on the bed. Pulling me to her.

"Use your tounge and wash me" she begged.

"Judy he didn't use a condom" I told her.

"I know suck his sperm out of me" she told me pushing my head to her crotch.

"I cant" I said pulling away.

"I saw how you thought about it when Brian told you to kiss his cock" she told me

"Please, I so want to see you eat his cum" Judy told me pulling to her again. She knew she could get me to do anything. I licked her stomach.

"Yes baby, show me how much you love me" she moaned I worked myself down. Till I finally licked her tasting his cum. She went wild. Moaning and pulling my hair.

"See he taste so good, doesn't he" she told me. "I knew you would love it" the more I licked the more she loved it I swallowed globs of his cum. Until I made her cum. Then she pushed out whatever remained to my tounge. Then pulled me up and kissed me tasting Brian as well as herself. On my tounge. We held each other falling asleep.

in the morning Judy joined me in the shower. She soaped up my ignored penis and stroked me slow.

"I want to take Brian as a lover" she said to me. Before I could respond she continued.

"He does things to me you can't and makes me lose control. I love you but I think you would love it if I cuckold youz" she said then let go of my still throbbing cock. I looked down surprised and realized how much smaller I was then Brian. How her toys where all bigger then me. How I had never made her cum harder then when I cleaned her last night.

"But, so what you want a divorce" I asked standing naked my cock hard and bouncing in8 front of me.

"No, Brian was never marriage material, I just realized I need his cock sometimes" she told me. She got out of the shower. "What do you think?" She asked.

"I don't understand" I muttered.

"Yes you do" she said stroking my cock only once. I followed her into the bedroom.

"Go get my cock" she ordered. I looked at her surprised. "NOW" She added sternly. I went and found her toy and harness. I cleaned it since it was still dirty from last night before I bought it to her. She stood and lifted her leg so I could slid the harness up her leg. I stayed on my knees as I adjusted the straps.

"Show me how you wanted to kiss Brians cock last night" she said. I looked up at her. And bent and kissed her toy. She didn't say anything just let me explore her cock.

"Brian would have loved that" she told me when i stopped. She pushed me over the bed and applied lube to her cock. She drove her cock in deep in one thrust.

"That's right you love a cock in your ass" she told me. I moaned as she fucked me. It felt different this was not a game. She was asking me submit to her. I collapsed and she pulled her cock free.

"Brian would never allow me to do that, I love you" she said laying on my back. She got up and took off her cock and started to get dressed I just laid there for a moment.

" I could meet him without you" She said. "Would that be better?" she asked. She wasn't saying she wouldn't see him just comprises on how. I was now sitting on the bed. She looked at me, and dropped to her knees she took my cock in her mouth and I came in seconds. She stood up and kissed me feeding me my own cum. I swallowed it

"Not as sweet as Brian's is it?" She smiled.w knew she had convinced me. As she finished getting dressed. I got up and dressed as well. We went about out normal routine.

"Stop in there" Judy tod me pointing to a shopping center. We parked in front of her favorite lingerie boutique.

"Come in and help me pick something out special for Brian?" she asked. I paused. "We could get you something too" she smiled. I got out and went inside.

"Brian first, he likes me in red or black" she told me as we walked in. I wondered around

"How about this?" I said pointing out a pretty plain black bra and panty set. Judy walked over to me and looked to the maniquine above where I was looking.

"OH yes, he will love that" she told me kissing my cheek. I looked up where she was and saw a demicup black lace bra with red hearts with ,arching sheer thong and garter belt and stockings. She picked out her size.

"Okay your turn" I needed to top that outfit I thought. But I also loved Judy in pastels. I found a sexy sheer night gown in pink with a matching lace thong. I thought it would look amazing on her.

"Perfect" Judy told me and again found her size. When I went to pay I was in shock. We had spent $250. Judy had added a few pairs of sexy panties to the pile.

"We could put the pink outfit back" Judy told me. With a pout.

"It's okay" I said Judy was even happier when we left.

"Brian really makes you this happy" I said sadly

"No you do, Brian just feeds my physical needs" she told me. "But don't worry I wouldn't forget you" she rubbed my thigh.

"Let's go to the adult bookstore" she said in her sexy voice. I hated that place it always made me feel dirty. But I drove to the other side of town. The parking lot looked empty. We went inside. Judy danced around picking out sexy outfits.

"I could be your naughty nurse" she teased. Putting it back. In the back of the store where the toys. She went straight to the dildos that fit in our harness. And picked up a big black one. She handed it to me.

"That's too big" I said softly.

"Areyou sure?" She smiled. Then picked out another. "I guess this is as big as Brian's" she smiled handing it to me as well. She then found some butt plugs and added them to my pile. She took by the front of my pants and led me to the register. The man behind the counter smiled. As I paid for it all.

"Lube?" He asked me.

"Yes a large bottle" Judy smiled. The man nodded and smiled at her. As he added a large bottle to my bag. I was so embarrassed as we left. But Judy was skipping she was so happy. She was texting so,eome the whole way home.

"Brian wants to meet me again, tonight" Judy told me as we got in the house. I was still unsure about all this. But I nodded

"OH baby you are the best" Judy squealed grabbing the bag of lingerie and rushing to the bedroom. I followed her with the toys. Sue was in the shower. I opened and washed the toys and put them in our toy box.

"Would you like something to eat before you go?" I asked Judy. She popped her head put of the shower.

"That would be lovely" she sang. She was so excited her smile brightened the room. I went to make dinner. When I was just about finished Judy came in depressed in tight leather pants and a low cut blouse showing off the edge of her bra. And high heel shoes. O could see she wore the stockings underneath.

"Smells great" she told me taking her plate. We sat and ate in silence.

"I am late, she suddenly said looking at her watch. She stood I stood as well. She kissed me goodbye and cubbed my balls.

"Don't play with this, ever" she smiled. And left. I settled in and watched the baseball game. And fell asleep in the chair. I woke at 1 am when Judy came home. She was a mess. She didn't even wear her shirt. Just the bra. She looked exhausted I helped her to bed. As I undressed her.i got aroused rolling her stocking off her legs she just watched me as she sat on the bed. I felt dry cum on the inside of her thigh.

"Do you want to taste him again?" Judy asked. As I helped her remove her dirty panties. I shook my head no. And she went to use the bathroom. When she returned I helped her with a clean pair of panties. And her normal oversized tee she slept in. She sat 9n the edge of the bed and pulled my cock out. She slowly gave me a handjob. She had me cum and used her dirty panties to catch it. We didn't say a word just went to bed.

This instantly became a routine. Judy met Brian every Saturday night and gave me a handjob when she returned.

"Judy I want you" I whined one Saturday afternoon. She smiled and went and put on her strapon.

"Bend over" she commanded holding the bottle of lube. I didn't say anything about the larger toy that she had attached to the harness. Just dropped my shorts and bent over the table. She had me lubed and her toy buried in my ass before I knew what was happening.

" I been meeting Brian for nooners and afternoon delights during the week.' Judy told me. She fucked me hard and fast. " I don't think I would feel you inside me after how much he has been fucking me" she continued. I was moaning and bucking back to her.

"You are such a horny anal slut" she teased. I wanted to cum so bad. As she pulled out leaving me feeling empty. She had me strip and help her get dressed in new lingerie. She then handed me thr pink outfit we had bought weeks ago.

"This is in your size" she smiled. And proceeded to make me put it on.

"So fitting, you take it up the ass, and have eaten cum" she told me running her hands over the soft material. She had me make dinner in the outfit then left to meet Brian. I sat and tried to watch the game in the frilly pink lingerie, bit found myself aroused. I wanted to play with myself but instead went to take a cold shower. As I did I noticed Judy's razor and without thinking shaved around my cock and balls. Before getting out and dressed again.

Judy returned early happy to see me still wearing the lingerie. She laid me on the bed and sat on my face feeding me Brian's cum. Then got up put the strapon back on and fucked me with a 10 inch toy. I felt like she would split me in two.

There was no more discussions, she abused my ass whenever the fancy took her. Home, public bathrooms, in the car. She had me wear panties she bought for me. And Brian provided all the pleasure she needed. While I ate everyday of cum either from her used cunt. Or a condom.

I just excepted my place, even when she openly told people how much of a faggot I was.

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bowtied-pasta · 1 year

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Call out post? Again? Yeah.

If you simp for….

Slenderman

Your suit kink is past the point of getting out of hand.

Splendorman

You like his hands… 👀 They are very… Yes. (Put them in my mouth 😩)

Offenderman

You like himbos, and I respect that. His body type makes him bitable to you, and you very much like that he would bite back.

Trenderman

You probably wear crocs. Don’t lie, your sense of fashion would make this man puke.

Zalgo

You’re the spoiled prince/princess type.

Kagekao

You like cat boys.

Jeff

You must like the idea of blood tracking through your house the same way a dog would track mud on your carpets.

E. Jack

The number of fics I remember reading where y/n would kiss this man and like the taste of his mouth… 🤨 and I know ya’ll ate that shit up like you would actually enjoy the aftertaste of raw organs.

L. Jack

You have a thing for Art the clown, and if you don’t now, then you will eventually.

Ben

You just want a gamer boyfriend that can embezzle money for you.

Jane

You’re a weak kneed big titty goth girl simp.

Toby

You like puppy boys.

Brian

You people have two sides. You either made him into a man that lets you borrow his oversized hoodies to snuggle, or you made him the man that will hold a gun to your head to get you to shut up.

Tim

You want this man to strangle you. Hands are preferred, from what I understand.

Candypop

LJ was your first pick and then you found out about this guy and went 👁👄👁

Habit

You like raccoon boys.

Dark Link

You think he’s a massive flirty heartbreaker and you really just wanna be flirted with.

Helen

Dear god… I don’t even wanna know about what kind of “paint” kink based sex your having with him in your minds.

The Puppeteer

Your bondage kink is showing babe, you might wanna dial that back a bit.

The Observer

So. 👀 You like being watched, ey? 👁👄👁 Gotta stalker kink, huh?

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Of where we'd end up at the end of it...

An Apollo x Grace Oneshot (4k words) I wanted to explore the Veil a little further since its really only mentioned as this ominous thing that happens when a new Idol rises. So here's a not-so-quick one shot featuring Grace dealing with the effects of the Veil.

Usually I only post my writing on Ao3, but since there's no Stray Gods tag yet, posting this here instead. (Please be nice! I don't usually post my writing here!)

She’s still sitting on the couch, clutching a cup of iced coffee that’s more water than coffee, when the light switches on and bathes the apartment in soft golden light. “Grace?” Freddie’s standing in the doorway stuck somewhere halfway between the doorframe and shoving her keys into her back pocket as she stares at the only occupant of a room that should have been empty. “What the hell are you doing here?” Grace doesn’t answer, not at first, just stares blankly at Freddie as she flicks her wrist over and over to swirl the liquid in her coffee cup as if it were the only thing keeping her from floating away. And it was. “Didn’t know where to go,” she finally admits after a period of silence that has just begun to border on uncomfortable. “And I still had my keys, so I thought…” She trails off, the thumb of her free hand stroking along the golden sun hung around her middle finger.

“Gods, Grace,” Freddie exhales as she toes off her boots and climbs onto the couch beside her. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you. Why didn’t you call?” She doesn’t need to ask who ‘we’ meant, not with the two dozen missed calls and texts left unseen on her phone—Freddie, Kaz and Brian, Oracle, even a voicemail from Persephone, who’d merely informed Grace that she’d go to the Underworld and kick her shade’s ass if she was lying in a ditch somewhere. And beneath all that had been a single text of garbled capital letters and punctuation that had begged her to please come home. That it was okay that she was mad at him, that he just wanted her to come home. “I…” She begins, throat aching and raw from hours spent choking down tears and screaming into whatever pillow was closest. “I…” She starts again, swallowing thickly over the lump of emotion that threatens to choke her, but the words won't come out no matter how hard she tries. Some Muse she was, unable to string together a couple sentences worth of an excuse so she could go back to wallowing in her self-pity alone. So instead, she hands Freddie the coffee cup. Grace tries to ignore the way her hands shake as she does so. She tries even more to forget the name written in looping ink that taunts her from between Freddie’s outstretched fingers. “Grace, what are you…oh.” For all her trying to hide it, Grace easily clocks the exact moment when Freddie’s confusion devolves into pity. And then into hesitant worry as she tucks the cup into the couch cushions beside her.

“The barista asked for my name,” Grace explains, thumb still working impatient circles into the gold ring on her finger. “And I said it was Calliope.”

It had been such a little thing, an off-handed moment that shouldn’t have meant anything— a slip of the tongue. And it's not like she didn’t know this was coming, not with all the gentle touches and easing into the newness of it all. But she’s starting to lose more bits of herself day by day. She’s taken to drinking tea in the morning instead of her usual overly sweet coffee, even though a month ago, the bitter taste of it made her want to puke. And that the sound of ocean waves has begun to remind her of a summer spent some time in the 18th century wrapped in the warmth of the sun while lying naked on a bed of sand. That the scent of the newly sprouted cherry blossoms lining the entrance of Olympus reminds her of Paris in springtime, even though she’s never even left the country. But most of all, it's that two days ago, she looked in the mirror and for a split second didn’t recognize the face looking back.

It’s how it works. We all went through it, kid. Persephone had told her that night over too many glasses of whiskey beneath the neon lights of the Underworld when Grace had taken to drowning out the feeling that she was a stranger in her own skin with whatever booze she’d been able to get her hands on. Didn’t Apollo warn you?

Of course, Apollo had warned her. He’d spent every waking minute preparing her for the moment when Calliope would come rushing in like the tide on mornings they’d gotten up early to watch the sunrise. Just gotta let it happen, Grace. I’ll be there waiting on the other side when it does. Stupid, sweet Apollo, who’d been nothing but achingly gentle when Grace wanted nothing more than to rage against the shit hand that fate had dealt her. Had soothed the storm that swirled inside her when all she could think about was ending the cycle just so the next Calliope didn’t have to watch helplessly as everything that made her Grace slipped away. “Oh, Grace,” Freddie breathes out as she settles a warm hand on her knee with a watery smile. “I…” Freddie swallows, testing her next words on her tongue before she lets them free in a rush of an exasperated sigh. Cause it's not like this is the first time Grace’s disappeared for a few days, only to reappear as though nothing were wrong, still riding on the tail end of a bender. “Does Apollo know?” Grace shrugs and sinks into the couch cushions as though they were swallowing her up, and she wishes they would. “We’re not exactly talking at the moment,” she admits with a pang of guilt she hasn’t felt since she was a kid and her mom caught her sneaking out to go to some concert with Freddie.

“Grace,” Freddie repeats, fingers stroking along the swath of bare, pale skin that peaks out from beneath the hole worn into denim over her kneecap. “I think you should…” “I know Fred,” she interrupts, again letting her thumb trace over the golden sun, “it…I said some real shitty things to him, not sure he wants to see me.”

He wanted her to come home so he could take care of her 'cause that’s all he did— he took care of her when all she wanted was someone to see her, to hear her. Had pacified the storm in her until it was nothing more than a breeze and had reduced her walls to rubble so that he could easily crawl inside. When he tried to clean up the broken pieces of the mirror, of her cracked and broken sanity, she’d thrown it back in his face. Called him a coward, had accused him of wanting Calliope and not her, that he’d stuck around to ensure that every last piece of her was replaced. And patient, kind Apollo had remained silent as he wiped the gore from her knuckles with gentle touches and soft presses of his lips to her bloodied skin. But they both had been too stubborn to apologize. He’d once warned her so long ago outside of the Underworld that Idols liked to hold grudges. And they’d both become so good at holding onto theirs like a lifeline in a swirling sea. So instead of speaking, of putting the weeks of fear and confusion into words, she grabbed her jacket and left with a half mumbled excuse that she needed air. Had spent the next two days splitting her time between the Underworld and the uncomfortable leather of the couch in Persephone’s office.

“Persephone kicked me out,” she explains when Freddie presses the cold beer bottle into her waiting hands. “Said I either had to deal with my shit or start paying for my drinks.” Grace pauses to take a comforting swig of alcohol and finds that the taste makes her teeth ache. Yet another thing Calliope’s taken from her. “And instead of going home, you decided to break into my apartment?” Freddie sips gingerly at her beer as she fixes Grace with a look that says she can see through the bullshit, excuses, and lies. “Said I still had the keys.” Grace folds in draws her knees up to her chest, and settles her chin on the rough fabric of her denim-covered knees. It's all she can do to shield herself from the words that tumble from her lips. “I’m losing myself, Freddie,” she admits, her words rough and ruined by the tears that track down her cheeks. “And I’m scared.” Freddie doesn’t answer, instead wraps her in a warm embrace until Grace stops shaking and her breaths are no longer heaving, choking sobs. And Grace is thankful that, for the first time in three days, she no longer has to pretend that everything is okay. That she can finally put into words the aching, raw feeling in her chest that she’s tried so hard to drown out with whiskey. They don’t talk, don’t need to. Not that she wants to. She’s had enough of talking, of rationalizing every little thing that’s been happening to her. For the first time in three days, Grace permits herself to feel anything other than the bitter numbness she’s masked her fear with. And she drowns herself in it. It's not until hours later that she resurfaces from her grief, warm and blanket wrapped amongst the sheets of a familiar bed.

“You’re awake,” he murmurs, voice roughed by lack of sleep and three days of worry. The same worry he wears in the swaths of purple beneath his eyes and the unruly stubble that creeps down his neck. “I…I…” His hand rubs the back of his head and musses the golden curls that have been reduced to snarled tangles where they hang limply over his ears. He’s nervous, she thinks, watching as he repeats the gesture before fisting his hands into the fabric of his pants. “It’s good to see you.” He leans forward to settle his hand on her bare leg, where it peeks from beneath the blankets, but she’s faster as she draws her legs back beneath them before she can feel the heat that radiates off him. She’s wearing nothing but her underwear and one of his t-shirts, which, all things considered, was a blessing because Grace was certain her clothing reeked of cigarettes, booze, and the Underworld. Apollo sighs in reply and lets his palm settle over the still-warm sheets where her legs once rested. For a moment, his eyes flutter closed like he’s a junkie, and the warmth of where she’d laid is enough to soothe his craving to touch her. But there’s an ocean between them now, more profound than the one that swells and ebbs outside the bedroom window where she’d once felt safe. And the thought of his too-large, too-warm hands on her makes Grace want to crawl out of her skin.

“How did I get here?” She sits up, greeted by their bedroom that still looks exactly as she’d left it three days ago. His shirt still haphazardly hangs across the dresser from when she’d ripped it from his shoulders and tossed it over hers, and her bra’s still tucked halfway out from beneath the chair he sits upon. Both tell her it's the first time either of them has set foot in this room since she stormed out. “Freddy called me.” Called Oracle, she thinks, cause even with her patient prodding, Apollo still balks at the idea of using the simple flip phone she bought him. She knew he’d been desperate to find her when he’d resorted to texting her himself. But that’s not enough to soothe the rage slowly creeping up to settle on her shoulders. “Gods, it… it's been three days. I thought maybe you…you’d…that…” Apollo’s voice cracks with the weight of his guilt as he looks at her with the kind of desperation that quiets her storm. Her already broken heart rents and breaks as the weight of his words settles heavily on her shoulders. He’s already failed her, Calliope, once before, again, and it would break him. Maybe it's the year spent in the company of the god of prophecies, but for a moment, she’s granted a prophecy of her own, a hazy vision of Apollo soaked in sunlight as he walks into the sea with no one around this time to save him. “Sorry,” is all she can manage to say as she sinks deeper into herself. “I meant to call.”

“Meant to call?” His visions gone golden as his anger wells up, raw and fierce. “Fuck, Grace” he growls, hands tearing through his hair, “I…I thought you were dead!” Her own anger crackles beneath her skin in response to his because all they do anymore is fight. He’s the god of the sun, golden flames lit by the festering rage between them, and she’s his muse, her passion, the kindling that he burns through. “Obviously, I’m not,” she shoots back. Suddenly the rooms too hot, too stifling, and the blankets a band of iron keeping her tethered to the bed, to him. She throws them off, throws off the crushing weight of the guilt that threatens to snap her already fragile shoulders. “Not sure why you were so worried.” “Cal…Grace,” he starts, stumbling over the name. He’s just as unsure of which face she wears as she is. Today, it's Grace, but she knows that that won’t always be true in the future. Eventually, Grace will ebb with the tide of the Veil until all that’s left is Calliope. He’s done it a hundred times before, acts like it's nothing, that she should surrender to it all without putting up a fight. But Grace? This is her first time, and she feels like she’s constantly drowning beneath the weight of the eidolon in her chest. And Apollo’s the lifeboat she can’t quite reach. “You need to talk to me,” he sighs, hands, at last, settling on her bare calves, and Grace finds the warmth of his skin is just a touch more soothing than revolting.

“Nothing to talk about,” she answers, hiding behind the mask of monosyllabic answers. “It's fine,” she adds though she knows it to be untrue. It’s become easier and cleaner to lie to him than to lean on the still-strong bond that’d formed between them, and Grace’s found that a lie was often the most straightforward answer. Cause she doesn’t want to look at him and see disappointment reflected back where once shone love and pride. He doesn’t buy it. He never buys it. Instead, Apollo wordlessly slips into the bed beside her, his too-warm body curling over hers as though he could shield her from it all. And she lets him, too worn down and exhausted to protest, when his arm settles around her waist and pulls her against the hard planes of his body. “Talk to me, Grace,” he whispers softly into the crown of her hair. “Please.” Her shoulders finally snap at the weight of his words, so tender and warm, and she begins to cry. It feels like all she’s done is cry. Like somehow she’s thrown a lifetime of emotion into the past week and has come out the end worn and raw, with only her tears left to show for it. Breaking down still feels foreign, even after a lifetime of grief condensed into the span of two years, and she folds into herself in the hope of quelling the bitter tears that track down her cheeks to pool in the cleft of her collarbones. “I don’t,” she sobs, sinking into his embrace, “I don’t know how.”

Apollo’s patient, kind as he holds her, the only sound breaking the silence between him are his soft mummers of comfort and her hiccoughing sobs. “Shh, I have you, darlin’,” he breathes softly into the skin where her neck meets her shoulders. “I have you,” he repeats, fingertips gentle as they curve over the swath of her belly from where it peeks from beneath her stolen shirt. “Don’t need to talk just yet.” She thinks of using her powers for a moment, that she might be able to put her thoughts into song than she can words. But she does need to talk. Needs to get out the words that hang heavy in her chest. “I’m scared,” she finally admits when her tears no longer strangle her words. “Apollo, I’m so scared.” Her admission is deafening, her heart pounding in her ears. She’s always been the strong one, the rock, Grace, who everyone can depend on to swoop in and save the day. Vulnerability doesn’t come easy to her, even in front of Apollo, who’s seen her stripped down to nothing so many times that she’s lost count. Apollo, who’s laid himself bare in kind, even though she’s only ever held him at arm's length when he asked her to do the same.

“Shh, Grace,” he repeats, arms tightening around her as if he could shield her from the Veil itself. “I know you’re scared, but you need to talk to me.” He shifts her gently, as though she’s made of glass, until they are face to face. It's then that she realizes he’s been crying too. “I…I called myself Calliope today,” Grace answers, suddenly ashamed that such a trivial thing’s caused an ocean sized rift between them. It's not like any of this came as a surprise. It's not like she’s had a year of Apollo’s patient tutoring to prepare her for the eventuality. But that didn’t make the fact that she was slowly slipping away any less jarring. He chuckles, though it's hollow, forced. “The first time’s always the worst.” They’re not quite touching anymore, the ocean that separates them swelling up between the gaps where their skin should be flushed and entwined. “You’ll get used to it.” But she doesn’t want to get used to it, doesn’t want to feel like a stranger in her own skin. The thought of hearing Freddie or Persephone, or Gods, even Apollo calling her Grace, and her no longer recognizing her own name made her want to puke. It made her feel like she was that last bit of pencil that hadn’t been erased yet. It was inevitable, but waiting for it to happen, Gods, that was the worst part. “How,” she challenges, her anger towards him, Calliope, and Fate itself flaring hot and scorching beneath her skin. “How do I get used to not being me?”

Apollo smiles, gentle, patient, and soft, as he brushes her dark hair from her cheek, the touch coming after what feels like a lifetime of waiting. “By letting me in, Grace,” he answers, shifting so his lips can whisper soft over her own. His hand is warm as he cups her chin and forces her to look him in the eye. And for the first time that night, she meets his cool gaze willingly. “By not doing this alone.” Grace melts into the touch, lets herself feel safe, lets the weight of the past three days slip away until she’s light as air. “I…what if you don’t love me when I’m her?” It feels strange to put it into words, the dark thought that lingers about the edges of her. It used to be a seed, tucked into the earth unseen, but it's festered, grown into vines that wrap around her wrists, ankles, and, worst of all, her heart.

She’s fed it with the doubt she pretends not to see in his eyes when they get into a fight. Feeds it with the knowledge that between him and Calliope is a lifetime of fighting and reconciliation. With the fear that no matter how hard they try, it still won’t work out in the end. That, like Calliope, she’ll be alone. “If it didn’t work before, why now? Why are we any different, Apollo?”

Apollo kisses her instead of speaking, drawing her beneath his weight with warm hands heavy on her waist. “Grace,” he murmurs, facial hair tickling her skin as he peppers kisses along the curve of her jaw. “You are kind,” he pauses to press his lips to each of her cheekbones, “and caring,” another kiss to the tip of her nose, “and braver than anyone I have ever met.” His lips are soft when they meet the skin of her forehead. “And for all her fire, Calliope could never burn away all of you.” He chuckles as he settles his full weight atop her, stunned when she lets him. “You’re too stubborn for that.” “That doesn’t mean anything,” she grumbles, too warm beneath him. Apollo, God of the Sun, burns hotter than a furnace as Grace relents and every bit of her sinks into him. “You said yourself, eventually, she’ll take over.” “And,” he answers, words muffled as he tucks his head into the crook of her shoulder, “I also said I’d be here the whole time.” His teeth are gentle where they nip at whatever bit of her bare neck he can reach. “And that this time it’d last, but you seem to have forgotten that detail.” “Apollo,” she warns when his hand slips down her side to trace the curve of her hip. “Grace,” he parrots with a smile just as dazzling as the golden rays of sunlight streaking through the curtains. “Do you want to know something?”

Grace groans and wiggles her hips until she finds a comfortable spot beneath him. Difficult considering all of Apollo’s muscled bulk dwarfed hers by about a mile. But If Apollo’s in one of his romantic moods, well, then she’d better be settled in for the long haul. “Not sure if I do,” she grouses. “Think you might want to hear this.” Apollo pauses to tangle his fingers in hers. But fuck, his hand fits perfectly over hers, impossibly warm and just a shade too large. “You know that Calliope and I always found each other, even after our eidolons passed to the next person,” he explains, thumb stroking over the matching sun rings they wore. “That even if she and I were worlds apart, our souls would always find each other again.”

“I’m not really sure what this has to do with me,” Grace interrupts, suddenly very much aware of the one-sidedness of their memories. Course, the slate would be evened out when the Veil lifted, but she still sometimes caught Apollo staring at her with an unfamiliar reverence that spoke to memories she had yet to unlock. Like the reason he always wanted to sketch her lying out naked when they’d awake in the morning after a night of making love. Or the story behind the song he’d sing softly into her hair as they dozed watching the sunset on the sand.

“Because you, Grace,” Apollo murmurs. “My sweet, kind, brave, stubborn Grace. You’re the only one who’s captured me wholly, body and soul. We won’t have to find each other because we will never be parted. Not even the Fates would be enough to take me from you.” “You’re only saying that because you’re the one who insisted we get married.” She rolls her eyes at this slip into melancholia that’s sweet enough to make her teeth ache. But her heart still swells until it's impossible full at the love that shines in his eyes as he tilts his head down to capture her lips in a tender kiss that leaves the pair of them gasping for air when they finally part. “Grace or Calliope, it doesn’t matter. I’ll be here for you, no matter what.” Apollo’s gone soft, less stoic in the years since she’s met him. She knows he hates the romantic streak she’s carved into him, but it doesn’t stop the grand declarations of love he likes to wax to her at least once a day. And the longer she spends with him, she finds she doesn’t hate them, not at all. “Til the last star burns out of the sky.” “But what if it doesn’t work out,” she asks, guilt and doubt still lingering in her thoughts. Despite his assurances, she suspects it’ll be a while until they finally subside. “What if it stays the same?” “Then we’ll work through it together,” Apollo answers as, at last, Grace relaxes beneath him. “And if you still don’t believe me, I promise you that I’ll be here the whole time.” Grace smiles in earnest for the first time in three days as she finally surrenders to the joy and love that radiates off him like rays of sunlight. “I’ll hold you to that.”

#stray gods #stray gods the roleplaying musical #stray gods apollo #stray gods grace #grace x apollo #fluff and angst #one shot #but its like super long #please be gentle with this one #don't usually post my writing on tumblr #stray gods persephone #stray gods freddie #stray gods calliope

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