#when will i stop being entertained by this

[basketonthedoorstepofthefbi]

Spencer Reid x Read fic. Reid and Reader are friends, like best friends. Reader is always offering Reid donuts and listening to his fun facts and info dumps. It's one of those, they both like each other, but also are convinced the other doesn't like them.

Spencer is taking care of a slightly drunk reader whose grandmother called and asked why they're not engaged when they're younger sibling is married and expecting a child. At some point Spencer makes his ever classic comment about how it's safer to kiss and drunk reader, before being able to think, kisses Spencer. I hope that made sense.

OOPS I DID EXACTLY THAT

Safer to Kiss (Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

Word Count: 2899

Warnings: Mentions of food, drinking alcohol, mild cursing, outdated expectations of women, and lots of pining

A/N: Hi I wrote this in 2 hours and was extremely entertained, please enjoy and if you send me a fic request I'll probably do it bc this is my hyperfixation hobby right now and very much keeping the demons at bay xD @bxm-1012 thank you for dropping by my inbox! I am VERY tempted to make a part 2 of this, I hope you enjoy! c:

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The whole expiration date thing that women faced was, in your humble opinion, complete and utter bullshit. Here you were, slowly approaching thirty (definitely still told people you were twenty-five, when, in fact, you were actually twenty-eight), and the biological clock was ticking. No, you didn’t want kids. Not right now, anyway. Not when you were only two years into your career as a profiler for the FBI’s prestigious Behavioral Analysis Unit. Not when you still had tons of things to check off your bucket list - go to Europe, visit an independent bookstore in every state, pilot a helicopter. 

And you didn’t buy into that whole ‘once a woman hits thirty, her stock plummets’ crap. Not usually, anyway. 

But Nan’s phone calls always left you questioning your existence. 

Back home in Ohio, your little sister, Kendra, had just announced her pregnancy. Three years younger than you (ironically, the age you told everyone you were), and married to a power plant manager, Kendra was living the dream of a woman from the 1950s. You tried your best not to look down on it, to wish for more for her - but Kendra was happy. She’d always wanted to be a mother, and you couldn’t imagine anyone better suited for the role. There was nothing wrong with wanting to be a wife and a mother, to devoting one’s life to it. You reminded yourself of that every time you spoke to Kendra. You especially reminded yourself of it every time you spoke to Nan. 

That sympathetic tone your grandmother used when she said, “Oh, Button, you’ll find someone eventually, and you’ll be just as happy as Kenny” was like nails on a chalkboard. You resisted the urge to gag into your speakerphone and simultaneously rip your grandmother a new one. You wanted so badly to explain to her that you were perfectly fulfilled with your life. 

You helped lock up bad guys on a weekly basis, you wanted to remind Nan. Your brain was one of few that had been chosen for a task force that caught criminals based on their behavior. It was amazing, working for the BAU, bouncing ideas off of your colleagues, finding a family within this small group of people that spent more than forty hours a week together. 

Nan didn’t see it that way. She wanted you to be just like Kendra. She wanted you to have that white picket fence in the suburbs, with a broad-shouldered husband and two little tykes running at your feet. Domestic bliss just wasn’t in the cards for you, you’d decided. And that was okay.

You were still reeling from your conversation with Nan the night before when you walked in to work on Monday morning. It was Derek who caught the raging RBF first. “Woah, pretty girl. Pump. Your. Brakes.” He said, halting you just as you entered the BAU’s bullpen, holding a hand up to stop you. 

“Good morning to you, too, Derek,” You flashed him a phony grin, and he rolled his eyes. 

“And you’re grumpy this morning… why, exactly?” Derek asked, turning to walk beside you, essentially escorting you to your desk. 

“Because I’m allowed to be?” You proffered, shrugging your shoulders, not really wanting to talk about it with him. You loved Derek - hell, you loved all your coworkers - but he was not the person you wanted to go to with these thoughts. You didn’t really want to talk to anyone about it, actually. You just wanted to ride the cranky train until it came to a complete stop. 

Emily was returning from the kitchenette with a fresh mug of coffee and decided that the conversation concerned her as well. “What’s going on?” she asked. 

“Y/L/N’s wearing her cranky pants this morning,” Derek filled her in. 

“Oh, those so don’t match your blouse, Y/N,” Emily teased, winking at you with a smirk before looking at Derek. “Cut her some slack. No one likes Mondays.” Derek held up his palms defensively. “Alright, alright. Forgive me for being a concerned citizen.” 

“It’s appreciated,” You told Derek genuinely before setting your bag down at your desk. “But unnecessary.” 

It wasn’t until later in the morning, around ten, that anyone bothered you about your obvious bad mood again. This time it was Spencer, the one person you couldn’t possibly be annoyed with. He rolled on his desk chair around the partition that separated your workspaces, holding his hand out expectantly, like he usually did this time of day. 

Without speaking, you opened the bottom drawer of your desk and pulled out the white bag of mini powdered donuts that you always kept in stock. They were your guilty pleasure snack, and one of the first things you and Spencer bonded over when you started at the BAU two years ago. That, and the fact that you were the closest agents in age, was how you got along so well so quickly. Over several cases, varying in degrees of intensity, you and Spencer became really great friends. Best friends, actually. 

There wasn’t anyone else in your life that you trusted more than Spencer Reid. 

You opened the bag of powdered donuts and shook one haphazardly into Spencer’s palm, then grabbed one for yourself. Silently, you cheers-ed your donuts together, and ate them simultaneously, making weird-but-comfortable eye contact as you did. 

“Derek says you’re in a bad mood today,” Spencer pointed out with a teasing smirk on his face. A smirk, and white sugar blanketing his upper lip.

“Derek’s full of shit,” you grinned after swallowing your snack, the smile on your face totally facetious. “I’m extremely happy.” 

“I can tell,” Spencer snickered as you set the powdered donuts back in your snack drawer, closing it with a clank. You watched as he brought both of his legs up into his desk chair, crossing them like a kindergartner. 

The action made your stomach flutter. You’d felt strongly about Spencer for a really long time, probably a year and half, if you had to try and pinpoint it. But there was no use in going down that road with him. For one thing, he was your best friend, and you didn’t want to risk flushing the best relationship in your life down the toilet. For another thing, you knew it was one hundred percent impossible that he could feel the same way. 

“What’d you do this weekend?” Spencer asked, and you could tell by the question that he was trying to discover the source of your poor attitude. 

“Stayed home, caught up on chores,” You said, crossing your knees and leaning back in your seat, your expression telling him that you knew exactly what he was doing. As much fun as playing mind games with Spencer was, you decided to throw him a bone. “Spoke to my grandmother on the phone last night.” 

Spencer nodded understandingly. “Say no more,” he said with a chuckle. “She gave you the whole ‘when are you going to get married’ spiel again?” 

You nodded. “Unfortunately. I usually don’t let it bother me, but for some reason it’s just, like, lurking in the back of my mind today.” You shrugged your shoulders and exhaled through your nose. “What about you?” You asked. 

“What about me?” Spencer arched a brow, and you rolled your eyes playfully. 

“What’d you do this weekend?” 

“Oh,” Spencer began, pursing his lips for a moment, like he was hesitant to tell you. “I actually went on a date.” 

Your stomach flipped. “Oh yeah?” You choked out, forcing a smile. “Who with?” 

“That girl, Lisa, from the coffee shop, the one you told me wouldn’t stop ‘ogling my boy band hair’,” Spencer held up air quotes when he repeated your words from memory.

You recalled the cute barista from the coffee shop just down the highway from Quantico, a popular morning stop for agents on their way to work. You tried to stop the jealousy from turning your blood into fire. “How was it?” You asked, trying to resist the urge to sit on the edge of your seat, trying not to hang on his every word. 

Spencer shrugged his shoulders. “It was okay. She was very nice, but there just wasn’t…” he trailed off, gesticulating as the words failed to come to that supercomputer brain of his. 

“It was like a donut without powdered sugar on it?” You suggested with a small chuckle.

“Yeah,” Spencer agreed, nodding, meeting your eyes and smiling, mildly amused. “Exactly.” 

Spencer went back to his desk a few minutes later, and the rest of the day went on. It was quiet, especially for a day at the BAU. There were, weirdly enough, no open cases right now, so you spent the day catching up on paperwork, which there was always plenty of. 

You caught the elevator about ten minutes after five with Spencer in tow, and you held the door open for him. It was just the two of you as you made the descent from the sixth floor, and Spencer leaned against the back wall. “Plans tonight?” He asked. 

“Not really, no,” You said, shaking your head. “Why, you want to do something?” You asked. 

Spencer nodded. “There’s this landscape and nature photography exhibit at one of the galleries downtown,” he said. “Might be fun. There’s this artist, Milton Harvell, who takes photos of renowned locations around the world but zooms in on an obscure detail and gives the framed photograph to the person who correctly guesses the location.” 

You smiled slowly at that. You loved it when Spencer went off on one of his tangents. You found it completely adorable. “It’s actually quite fascinating,” Spencer went on, an amused tone lining his voice, making it sound lighter. “Kind of like a Where’s Waldo, but in reverse. There was this one photograph he took of the Louvre in Paris, but he zoomed in really tightly on a young boy enjoying an ice cream cone. He even went so far as to edit the photograph to make it look like it was a different time of day. The four thousand and eighth person to view the photograph was the person who guessed the correct location.” Spencer’s head bobbed and he was smiling like an idiot. 

God, you were down bad. 

“Was the four thousand and eighth person… you?” You asked, narrowing your eyes at him scrupulously and allowing a teasing grin to cross your face. 

“The photo’s hanging in my living room,” he confirmed. 

You laughed softly. “Will there be alcohol at this function?” You asked him, and he nodded. 

That was all you needed to hear. 

— — —

You and Spencer went straight to the art gallery from work, sharing a cab rather than bothering with your cars. You immediately bought a glass of red wine, and began to follow him around the gallery. You weren’t an art aficionado, not by any means, but you enjoyed looking at beautiful things, and you especially enjoyed spending time with Spencer that wasn’t hunched over a dead body or trying to map out a killer’s comfort zone. It was a rare occurrence, so you tried to soak it all up as much as possible. 

Plus, your Nan’s words were still lingering in the back of your head. It’ll happen for you someday, Button. Men just don’t find you strong, career types attractive. Maybe you should soften up your look a little. 

You downed your first glass of wine within ten minutes, and caught one of the catering staff passing out champagne almost instantaneously after. The champagne fizzled down your throat as you strolled with Spencer through the art gallery, listening intently as he went on about each piece, rattling off whatever contextual knowledge he had. But you were a little bit biased; you could listen to him list different types of soil and find it interesting. 

After the glass of champagne came another glass of champagne, and by the time you made it to the main exhibit Spencer wanted to see, your cheeks were flushed. It wasn’t that you couldn’t hold your alcohol; rather, it just made you a little bit silly. Your inhibitions were lowered, just like it would affect anyone. But with your arm looped through Spencer’s and your Nan’s nagging message still in the back of your mind, you were perhaps a little more loose than usual. 

As Spencer examined the exhibit, you tapped your foot, unable to keep still, and scanned the open space. Your eyes landed on another patron of the gallery, a conventionally handsome man about your age, and you found yourself unlooping your arm from Spencer’s, subconsciously not wanting to appear taken. 

“Are you gonna go talk to that guy?” Spencer asked, and you snapped your eyes back to his. “Because you can, if you want to. Don’t let me stop you.” 

It was almost like he was daring you to. Spencer’s jaw seemed tense as you examined his expression, the way his gorgeous brown eyes darted from the man and back to you. “You don’t mind?” You asked, arching a brow, almost like a challenge.

Spencer shook his head, his lips pursed. “Not at all. I’ll wait here for you?” 

You nodded, and turned towards the man. There wasn’t any harm in getting a guy’s number, right? Your feelings for Spencer were a lost cause, anyway. Plus, as Nan liked to point out, you weren’t getting any younger. 

The man’s eyes locked on yours and he seemed to understand that you were about to speak with him. He met you halfway, and you shook his hand. “Malcolm Greene,” he introduced himself, and you spouted off your own name in return. “You’re not here with that guy?” He asked, jerking his chin over to Spencer. Your eyes followed Malcolm’s, and you saw Spencer with his body turned towards the photography exhibit, but his head turned to the side, as if he were keeping an eye on you with his peripheral vision. 

“Yeah, I am,” you said, and Malcolm’s head inclined to the side. “I am. I’m here with that guy,” you panicked, suddenly realizing in that moment that you weren’t interested in speaking with Malcolm. No, you had absolutely no interest in spending your time with any other man but Spencer Reid. “I just, uh…” Your cheeks flushed, and you stifled an awkward laugh, anxiously trying to come up with some excuse. “I came over here to tell you that your shoe was united.” 

Your eyes followed Malcolm’s down to his shoes, which were loafers. Laceless loafers. Malcolm’s mouth opened as if to point this out to you, but you managed to stammer words out first. “Ok, well, have a great night, goodbye!” You turned on your heel and marched back over to Spencer, your cheeks red as you reached out for his arm. 

Spencer furrowed his brows down at you as your arm gripped his. “I need another glass of wine,” you confessed. 

Twenty minutes later, after two more glasses of wine and a very watchful eye out for Malcolm, you and Spencer left the art gallery. You were awfully giggly on the cab ride back to your place, cracking puns and humming along to the radio intermittently. Spencer seemed to be amused, but more so concerned with getting you home in one piece. 

As he walked you up the stairs to the door of your apartment building, he was teasing you about your conversation with Malcolm, which you still hadn’t told him completely about. “I still can’t believe you didn’t get his number. You were talking with him for exactly two minutes and twelve seconds. What, in that short of an amount of time, could have turned you off to him so quickly?” He pondered aloud, a playfully mocking tone lining his voice. 

“Listen, I shook his hand! I had my fun!” You exclaimed, bursting into laughter as you leaned against the handrail of the stairs that led up to the door. “Good, clean fun!” 

“You know, the number of pathogens that are passed during a handshake is staggering. It’s actually safer to kiss someone,” Spencer rattled off, and your eyes snapped to meet his. 

You don’t know what took you over. Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was the way the street lamps reflected in the irises of his eyes, or how you stood just a few inches away from him. Maybe it was his stupid tweed blazer, how he looked like a tenured art history professor despite barely being thirty years old. Maybe it was the way he smelled like pine and printer ink, a combination you wouldn’t have ever thought was attractive. 

But when Spencer said that, you stood up on your toes and kissed him. It was slow and innocent at first, until it passed the border into lingering, and Spencer’s hands found your hips, pulling your body closer to his. There was a cool night breeze that filtered through the space between your bodies, and by the time you pulled your lips away from Spencer’s, and slowly opened your eyes, you were completely red in the face and breathless. 

No, that certainly wasn’t the safest choice you could have made.

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[rreids]

hey, i was wondering if you'd be able to write smth with Spencer in a relationship with someone with bpd? it's totally okay if you're not comfy with that, but I've just been suspecting i may have it, and ppl with bpd are always portrayed so negatively in relationships. it would be just rly nice to read ur take on how Spencer would handle that and just see some positive representation! (my mental health has also been shit so it would be p comforting lol) thank u 🫶

hi love 🫶 i don't know a ton about bpd, so i hope i did this justice! i researched the diagnosis and how healthy relationships help with regulation and in what ways they do (both accounts from experts and from those who are diagnosed). and i hope you feel better soon <3 it sucks when your mind fights against you.

PROMISES • S. REID X READER

reader has bpd (written by an author without, ideally will be comforting rather than hurtful. please let me know if it is offensive in any way); gn!reader; spencer has to break a small promise but makes others; talks of therapy; teasing; fluff; ~500 words

“Hey, sweetheart,” Spencer whispers into the phone, voice a little strained. “I’m really, really sorry, but I can’t make lunch today. We’re on the way to a case in Omaha. It’s a really bad one.”

Your heart sinks. “Oh.”

“You know I want to be there more than anything, right?” He’s shuffling papers in the background, and you know they’re in the middle of getting ready on the jet and that he’s still making time for you, but it still makes your mind race with worry and upset. “I’ve been looking forward to it all week. And I promise I’ll take you out as soon as we’re back.”

You frown, fiddling with the promise ring on your finger. “Will you still talk to me?”

Spencer chuckles. “I think I go insane when I go too long without hearing your voice. As long as you don’t mind calls when it’s two a.m. there, I’m calling before bed every night I have enough time.”

You sigh.

“I know, honey. When’s your next meeting with your therapist?”

“Tomorrow,” you mumble, gnawing on your lip.

“Well, you have permission to talk about how much I suck,” Spencer teases lightly. “As long as you know it’s not by choice that I’m being a bad boyfriend.”

“You’re not a bad boyfriend.”

“Yeah?” You can hear the smile in his voice.

“You’re the best boyfriend. You understand me.” He does. He’s looked into BPD extensively — he knows even more than you do, rattling off statistics, assumed causes and connections, coping methods, everything. He knows how to break you out of the spirals and to calm your impulsivities.

“You have other boyfriends?” Spencer sighs dramatically, and you laugh.

“Why would I have them? You’re more than enough.”

Spencer hums. “I am, aren’t I?” 

You groan.

“I’m messing with you,” his voice is fond and soft. “I gotta hang up, everyone’s coming and we need all our focus on this case. Message me if you need anything. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.”

“You don’t do anything,” you know you’re exaggerating, but it’s hard to stop the words.

“I do, just nothing out of our normal,” he’s nudging you gently, reminding you to think things through before acting impulsively. “I give you permission to watch our show without me if it’ll keep you entertained.”

You laugh. “Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll be good,” you draw it out.

Spencer snorts. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Spence.”

A beat.

“I’m not actually going to talk shit about you to my therapist, just so you know. I do talk about you though.”

And then you hang up. 

He sends you a ‘???’ and a ‘I wanted to say something still.’ right after. When you tell him to say it, he sends a ‘Do what you need to feel regulated. I don’t take it to heart, you know I don’t.’

And he doesn’t. He’s so sweet, so achingly perfect, understanding of when your moods swing, or when you feel empty, or whenever anything changes and you can’t tell why. 

And he always helps you down, kissing scars and tears and whispering praise as he gets you to feel right again.

#my works #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fic #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid scenario #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid imagine #requested

[dominicfikue]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊! ... a matthew sturniolo series. 𓏲๋ 𓂃 — introduction.

ׄ   ׅ ྀ PAIRING. asshole!matt & poc!popstar!fem!oc

headline. one year later— her career blooming, skin glowing with any and every one kneeling at her feet. yet here she is, craving him. missing him, even if he was the worst boyfriend she ever had. it seems like everything she tried to forget him, isnt working. there’s no other choice but to do what she does best; write a song.

✶ ׅ ࣪ look out for. ANGST ANGST! first half is a flashback (will be in italics). matt being a total asshat.. thats it i think

↳ heavily based on: get him back by olivia rodrigo.

𝟏𝟐:𝟎𝟎 𝐀𝐌. april 20th, 2024.

♡　＃　𓂃 the atmosphere in the living room was more than stuffy. harmony and matt had been going back and forth for about an hour, taking hurtful jabs at each other. arguments were never her thing but as of now, it was very much needed to get through to him. he got heated over the smallest things and deep down, it started to feel like he got a kick from it— seeing her cry and break down after he made a big deal over nothing. she just couldn’t take it anymore, take him.

“you bug me for everything else har, so why couldn’t you just tell me you were going out? especially with alexis.” he grumbles, blowing out angry air as he walks further into the kitchen. harmony sighs, sliding a hand down her face. she chose to ignore his attempt to shame her best friend, knowing he tried to make a move on her while harmony was out in boston, visiting family.

“for the ten thousandth time, i did tell you. i reminded you every day this week but you didn’t listen. then again, i’m not surprised.” she retorts, the need to be nice to keep his ego intact long, long gone. matt freezes, her words obviously getting to him. “and what’s that supposed to mean?” matt questions, turning around to face her.

“it means.. you only listen to me when it concerns you, matt. you don’t care about me anymore and i realize that now. i-i mean, when i told you i finally got the singing gig i’ve been dreaming of, you didn’t congratulate me. didn’t even say you were proud.” harmony stumbles over her words slightly, tears boiling in her waterline.

a scoff of disbelief leaves the brunettes lips as he rests his elbows on the kitchen island. “i have my own shit to worry about, harmony. so, my apologies if i’m not jumping and screaming over some gig.” he says sarcastically, his eyes focused on the marble.

if someone told her last summer that this is what her relationship would be like, she would have laughed in their face. harmony stares at him, the tears streaming down as she shakes her head. harmony finally realizes that this argument is getting the pair absolutely nowhere. stressing herself out to make him love her wasn’t an option anymore.

“get out.” she sobs, walking towards the front door and opening it wide. matt’s energy quickly changes, his once cold demeanor now apologetic. “wait baby. c’mon, we can talk this out. it was just a petty argument, i didn’t mean it. ” his voice soft and light, as if he was trying to persuade her into letting him stay. not this time. she had put her foot down.

“matthew. please, just leave, okay? don’t make this harder than it already is.” harmony mutters, loud enough for him to hear. the two stare at each other, waiting for someone to say something. when no one does, matt grabs his car keys and walks to the door. before walking out, he stops in his tracks. “is…is it over? are we over?” he questions, his head hung low. harmony looks away, the lights suddenly entertaining.

“yeah.” she says. a defeated sigh leaves matt as he nods, his feet carrying him outside to his car. harmony almost immediately closes the door behind him, her loud cries echoing throughout her apartment. she knew this was the best thing for her but at the same time, he was her everything. she hopes that with this weight lifted from her shoulders, she’ll be able to be the best she’s ever been.

𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓.

♡　＃　𓂃 and boy, was she right. two months after the break up, she released her first album with the help of her lovely best friends, gabriella & francis and it went crazy. the entire world knew her name, loved her music and she couldn’t help but be happy now. or at least, she felt like she was.

truth be told, she never fully got over him. of course, she had flings and one night stands but they weren’t matt. even though he treated her terribly, the early stages of their relationship was like heaven. she misses it. she misses him. she wanted him back.

“earth to harmony… hello?!” gabriella exclaims, waving her hand in front of her face. harmony snaps out of her daze, blinking at the girl next to her. “hm.. yeah? what’s up?” she asks, confused on when and how her friends got here.

“what’s up? jesus, har. you gotta stop smoking weed! i was asking if you wrote anything yet?” gabi questions, looking at the closed notebook resting in harmony’s lap. her eyes follow gabi’s, a bright lightbulb going off in her head. she knew exactly what she was gonna write a song about.

“not yet, but i might have an idea.” harmony gleams, a grin spreading across her face.

solai speaks. intro to my matt series.. how we feeling????? i’m so excited you have no idea. still debating on making a cast post so u can see the faceclaims soooo :p. plz reblog n comment it would srsly mean the world to me <3.

taglist. @fawnchives @prettyvyll @trickywritters @breeloveschris @gnxosblog @khxna @firexovni @tylerstacobell @ivonchetooo1239 @bernardsgf @dracoflaco @strniolo @paibey @hearts4chriss @sturniololo @rootbeerworshiper @tillies33ssss @katluckybear @realuvrrr @junnniiieee07 @ireadstoriss @summerssover

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[hoony2k]

Call me Lovesick?

Tending to their significant other who's unwell due to flu season. How would they do it?

Pairing: hyung line

Genre: fluff/comfort

Word Count: 1282 (total)

Warnings: mentions of sickness (throwing up).

Note: hii <3 hope everyone's been well! I had this marinating half complete in my drafts, I had forgotten about it. but here it is. Hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

Heeseung:

He'd get so worried about you but at the same time, he's kind of giddy because he gets to take care of you even more than usual.

Tucks you in and helps you to the washroom even if you can stand. Will ignore your protests and continues to help, "I know you can but I'm here aren't I?" 

Can not stop himself from brushing your hair out of your face and hand-feeding your soup, gently blowing on it. Tries the airplane hack and you give him a deadpan look but he laughs at his joke.

Definitely pulls the "I told you so card" every time you try to avoid medicine or eating because you feel too sick to do anything.  

"I told you eating ice cream during a snow storm was a bad idea". "maybe there's a reason people don't eat from sketchy hidden vendors even if the prices are cheap!" 

But either way, when he's not nagging your ears off, he's being the sweetest bf ever. 

Very observant about your condition, and constantly checks your temperature to see if you're improving or not. 

Entertains you by sharing silly childhood stories, messages the boys sent and sings you to sleep with his honey voice. 

Rubs your back to help you sleep, the warmth that radiates from him is so soothing.

Jay:

For a second he's shocked that you're sick...like on his watch? How was he careless? 🤨

Activates his inner nurse and tends to you like a newborn kitten and you have to tell him to calm down. (even if you like the treatment and attention).

Makes you warm broth soup, thick creamy soup, rice porridge, slices sweet apples, ginger lemon grass tea and you wonder if you should get sick all the time if it’s going to be such a healthy and delicious experience.

It doesn't matter if you can't taste the flavours properly.

Places a trash can nearby with a tray of mouthwash and tissues in case. He wants to be prepared for anything!

Doesn’t allow himself to sleep unless you fall asleep first and ensures you lay on your side rather than on your back.

Tries his hardest to calm your humiliation when you throw up because it's normal! “Nothing to be ashamed about!” He keeps reminding you he doesn't see you differently even at this moment of vulnerability. Makes him instantly 100x more attractive.

Jay is a major act of service guy so when he’s not tending to you, he’s mentally planning ahead -> prepping your next week's outfits/irons them for when you get better soon, makes small portions of your favourite food and stores them in your fridge because he knows you’ll be on low energy even when you get better. Cleans the apartment for you.

Is so patient with you. During tantrums to avoid medicine he'll bribe you with kisses and if that doesn't work he'll just crush the tablet if you can’t swallow it to add in your food, becomes 100x times more creative. Though he sighs a lot he means well as he bribes you with juice as compensation for the disgusting taste.  😭

Jake:

So worried that the crease between his eyebrows doesn't leave until you recover. Each time you cough, his pout deepens and it's the cutest thing ever.

He hates how much pain you're in and wants to take it away, wants to endure it in your place but that's not possible so he pulls out his phone to search for the best ways to deal with sick loved ones.

Uses Wikihow, he does not care because your health comes before looking desperate. Willing to do every thing by the book until he sees your discomfort and almost...almost gives in but you need to eat to get better!

It kills a part of him when he forces you to take medicine or when you shiver as he wipes your heated arms/forehead with a wet cloth. 

“I know it’s cold but you’ll feel so much better soon. I promise”. 

He fears something awful will happen if he turns away so he never leaves your side even when you sleep. It's so comforting to wake up to his loving presence.

His eye bags are a depressing sight but Jake is stubborn and claims that he wants to do these things for you, it’s bittersweet but it’s love.  

Massages your shoulders and legs to lull you into a deep sleep, hopes you might recover faster if your body recharges. 

There are moments when he tries to cook a sick dish he’s never cooked before and it turns out awful. He can’t have his baby eating that so he whips up soup he’s made before and anticipates your reaction. 

Tries to hand-feed you but gets too giddy and shy, covers his face with his hand when you make eye contact and you near yelp as he tilts the spoon. Never again. 

Watches your favourite shows you’ve missed out on and narrates the episodes to you, there’s no way he’s letting your burnt-out eyes get a hint of screen that isn’t your text messages/calls. They’re more important than a show you can watch later. 

Despite your worries about infecting him, he pulls you to rest on his chest as he plays with your hair and talks about all the places, he wants to take you out to in the future. 

SUNGHOON:

He tries his best to convey an image of rationality but internally he’s panicking losing each sane fibre of being. 

Can NOT stop thinking about horrible situations so he needs a small session where he's alone and hyping himself up and pretends safer and happier scenarios.

After that he immediately switches and becomes the poster caretaker, literally knowing exactly what to do.

Sunghoon pays keen interest to your expressions and body language, waiting for the next sign of discomfort or pain. 

As an elder sibling, he has the urge to protect and has taken care of others before so this isn’t anything new but, it’s you. It’s not a friend or a family member, it’s the love of his life who needs his attentive help so, he has to approach you like you’re made out of glass. 

Reminisces of days when he took care of his sister and almost tore up and you ask him what the hell was wrong and he's like "Oh how fast time flies by" like ??? Ok 

Already had a cabinet stocked with flu/allergy medicine so he doesn’t need to worry about leaving you alone and buying medicine. Sunghoon would try to avoid strong medicine until it’s advised by a doctor. Definitely tries home remedies his parents used on him during his sick childhood years. 

A firm believer in soul food healing so he orders it or makes it often. 

Thinks back to all the ways this could have been avoided and the what-if situations make him recall all the fun you two would have together. Instead of sulking, he gets motivated to work harder to ease your pain.

Cramps? A heating pad is available. Back hurts? Will massage the pain away. Head and eyes hurt? Be ready to get serenaded to sleep by his voice. 

Although he understands the importance of checking up on you, he knows how irritating it is to constantly hover around someone. So in instances where Sunghoon, can feel that you’re overwhelmed or want privacy, he’ll leave the room and do whatever he usually does. He’s ready to wait until you’re emotionally recharged and call for his company. 

When Sunghoon returns, he’s beaming with a bright smile and a story to tell you. 

Sickness or not, he’s still big on affection and ignores your worries for him as he hugs you, touches you or kisses your cheeks.

thank you for reading!

please do not edit/translate/copy.

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[moonydustx]

Hi, I was wondering if you could do Zoro, Luffy, Ace, Mihawk, and Lucci as well as Crocodile x Reader, what if the reader, one day tells them that they are pregnant, how would they react/ How would they be as parents? ( also maybe add some parenting shenanigans, knowing these guys.)

OMG! You have no idea how much I loved your request. I know, I know, it took me a looooong time to respond. But after a few migraines (and anxiety), I'm back. I was already thinking about doing something like that, but I was lacking some kind of inspiration so thanks <3 Maybe I got carried away with writing, I'm terrible at summaries and things like that , but I hope you like it.

The structure is kind of: them discovering the pregnancy, them dealing with the pregnancy and a small hint of how they deal with the children.

Warnings are placed individually in each story.

I'm dividing it into two parts so as not to be exhaustive. (I'm sorry, I reaaaally got carried away writing it).

PART 2 HERE - Lucci, Mihawk and Crocodile.

Zoro

Warnings: Fluuuff, super fluff. F!Reader has a bad health at the beginning of this one. Sanji is Zoro's daughter's favorite person for food reasons.And of course, Zoro is protective and jealous (especially towards the little girl).

It should have just been a momentary relief, you didn't expect the little escapades between you and Zoro to turn into a relationship. Much less did I expect to have seen the two blue lines on the small stick that you kept hidden in your small desk. How to raise a baby in Sunny? How to tell Zoro that the relationship between the two of you would now gain another part?

You wished you had more time to think about the solution, more time to even clear your doubts with Chopper, but the little being inside you insisted on demonstrating its existence. One of the days, you had almost passed out on top of Franky - who obviously freaked out. In the other, he had eaten twice as much as Luffy ate and had to come up with a lame excuse. This time, it was the third time in a row that you had put food in your mouth and it barely lasted minutes in your stomach.

"Hey…" you heard your name being called from outside the bathroom, but it was a female voice. "Do you need any help?"

"I'm fine, Robin."

"I believe that fine is not the term that best defines your situation." she laughed, still outside. Not knowing how to deal with the situation, you reached out and opened the door, giving her space to enter. "What's our plan?"

"What do you mean our plan?"

"Nausea, dizziness, food cravings, and all the noise you and Zoro make when you're alone." with every word that came out of her mouth, you could feel your skin turn pale. "The swordsman doesn't know yet, right?"

"Not yet." your face sank into your own hands, frustrated with the indecision that plagued your mind. "What do I do, Robin?"

"I suggest you talk to your boyfriend soon, I believe he might accept the idea better than you might expect." She smiled gently, brushing aside the strands of hair that stuck to your face. "However, right now he's trying to kill the cook because he thinks he gave you some spoiled food."

Robin's light laugh was left behind as you ran towards the screams, which had seemed imperceptible before now became increasingly audible.

"Stupid cook, he doesn't even know how to make an egg properly."

"You moldhead, shut your mouth."

"Mold is what you're putting in your food."

"You two stop." you stood between the two, shouting at the top of your lungs and interrupting their argument and the laughter of the others, who were entertained by Zoro and Sanji fighting. "I just… I just need…" the air seemed to disappear from your lungs and the scorching sun above you became just a black screen.

Minutes, hours, days, when your eyes opened, you felt so tired that you couldn't calculate how long you were gone. The first thing that crossed your field of vision was Chopper walking from side to side with a stethoscope in hand.

"Ah, you're awake!" he came happily by your side.

"What happened?" you knew very well what had happened, but first of all you needed to find out what the little doctor had already discovered.

"I'm sorry, but Robin told me some things." He placed the cold item to listen to your heartbeat, remaining silent for a few seconds.

"And is everything okay? I mean, with…" the word seemed to disappear from your lips, it was difficult to bring up the idea without knowing how the other party responsible for it would react.

"These days helping Franky, all this commotion from the fight, from my diagnosis, you're just exhausted. And a little dehydrated too, and that's not good for you or the baby." he explained, sweetly as usual. "By my reckoning, you must be two months pregnant. I'll talk to Luffy and Nami, so we can quickly find an island and secure supplies."

"Wait!" you held him, even though the reindeer hadn't moved. "Can I talk to Zoro first?"

"Of course, he doesn't know yet, right? But he's out there, very worried."

"Do you mind calling him for me?" you asked and saw him nod, leaving the small infirmary.

Your body still feeling heavy from fatigue, you sat down thinking about what words to use, how to bring up such an important subject. The door opened, but you lacked the courage to face the man who stopped in front of you. His silhouette on the ground began to become more real and closer, only then did you realize that he had bent down to be at your height.

"Ready to talk about this?" he whispered and adjusted his posture, remaining standing in front of you as your legs dangled off the bed.

"About what?" His eyes dropped from your face, went to your stomach and looked back at you. To his surprise, he found your orbs wide open in surprise. "How do you know?"

"I was looking for my material to clean my katanas, I missed the drawer and ended up opening yours. I found something strange there and asked Robin. As the drawer was yours, the test could only be yours." he listed with the most passable face in the world.

At the same time it lifted a burden from your conscience. You wanted to kill him for leaving you in agony and thinking of ways to bring up the subject.

"I understood." Your voice was calmer than you could have expected, but you could feel your eyes burning with pure anticipation - and hormones, which you would still discover how much they would affect you. "And what do we do now?"

"We continued sailing." Noticing your stress, one of his hands joined yours, on top of your belly. "And if it becomes too risky, beyond my ability to protect you both, we step aside for a while and then the three of us come back when it's safe."

You wanted to be grateful that he didn't freak out, you wanted to freak out yourself or even say "What do you mean we're step aside?", but the only things that came out of you were tears and sobs, as you clung to his torso.

"I-I thought you would hate me…" a lot more sobs, a lot more tears. "And you was going to leave me on some island."

"I would never do that."

"And I-I wanted to eat the salad Sanji makes."

"You can ask that idiot." Zoro gave his arm, he didn't understand much about pregnancies, but when he found out about the subject Robin explained some things about hormones and sensitivity, while Chopper, in the little time he had to call him, had warned him about the health conditions of the woman who he loved most in the world. Arguments with the cook could wait.

"Don't worry, sweetheart." He had to contain his own laughter hearing you say such nonsense. "I promise to take care of you both, here at Sunny or anywhere else."

Zoro couldn't define his promise about taking care of you better. The remaining months of pregnancy passed faster than you could imagine, despite you being left out of any and all activities. No fighting, no major exploration, no staying near stairs or high places. On the other hand, there was a type of exercise that your hormones craved - and consequently, disturbed the entire team.

After long hours of labor, you didn't know who was screaming more - you, in pain, Zoro desperately wanting Chopper to do something or Luffy thinking you were going to die, seeing the blood when he decided to peek into the room. When little Kuina was born, everyone, including you, discovered a new side of the swordsman. More careful, delicate, he held the little girl like the most precious thing in the entire universe. The three swords were no longer tied to him all the time, the insults directed at the cook became a little lighter when the little girl with green hair was nearby.

"Uncle Sanjiiiii" the girl, now five years old, ran and hummed towards the kitchen, clinging to the cook's leg. "Can you make 'rispy potatos for me?"

"Of course my dear, just give me a few minutes." you saw the cook laugh at her pronunciation, but he already knew the girl's favorite dish and no, they weren't the spicy ones.

"Why don't you ask me?" Zoro grumbled, crossing his arms and forcing you not to make fun of him and destroy the little authority he had - yes, little because the man had a soft heart towards his daughter. Not to mention the small jealousy he accumulated towards little Kuina.

"Uncle Sanji's are tastier." she stuck her tongue out at him, laughing with the cook afterwards.

"You know what? Let's see." Zoro marched to the edge of the sink and took the girl from the cook's legs. "You go with your mommy there while we go prepare something."

"Please don't kill yourselves." you murmured, picking the small girl up in your arms. "And you my love, what do you think about going to see Usopp fishing?"

"Yay!"

Zoro practically growled at Sanji and began to dedicate himself to his tasks. Boiled and roasted potatoes, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside in small pieces, was his daughter's favorite dish, it wasn't that difficult, was it? The presentation wasn't the best, at least not compared to Sanji's, but he watched the girl try a little of each dish. After thinking for a brief moment, she pulled out the plate made by Zoro and began to eat happily.

"This one! The dad ones!" She offered you a small potato, which you accepted. "Daddy knows how to make it too! Now I can eat 'rispys every day."

The flavor was good, but you knew that cooking wasn't your now husband's strong point. You reached out and took a small piece of Sanji's and understood what it was, seeing the blonde blink quickly at you, unnoticeable to the other two. In this case, your husband was now holding your daughter on his lap and spinning her around while she was thrilled that he would now have a new potato supplier.

"Uncle Captain Luffy will like it. Dad, shall we take some for him?" she asked showing with her little fingers the small amount she wanted to share and as always, Zoro immediately answered her.

"You know he's going to eat it all, don't you my dear?" He took the plate with his free hand and left with the girl on his lap.

"Thanks." you turned to Sanji, who smiled.

"I may not be a fan of the mosshead, but I wouldn't accept seeing little Kuina disappointed." he replied, removing the dishes that had accumulated on the table and tasting some of the potato he had made. "I just didn't add any seasoning."

"The shitty cook doesn't know how to cook." you both heard him cheering outside and Kuina right behind. "Shitty cook, shiiiity, shit."

"Zoro!"

"I think I already regret helping." the blonde grumbled, watching you follow the two and give him a good scolding.

Luffy

warnings: Fluff, angst with a happy ending. Luffy is a lot more mature than usual in this one, mention of F!Reader being hurt (nothing serious). Gear 5 Luffy (yes, I'm still excited about his latest appearance). The child's name is Ravi, which means sun.

The floor of the small room that the two of you shared seemed to be about to sink with all the turns you had already taken and you were amazed that the test in your hands hadn't yet broken from so many times that it bumped against your fingers in pure anxiety.

"Hey, did you call me?" Luffy appeared at the door noticing that you were alone. "Finally, just the two of us!" he vibrated, about to grab you.

Since the two of you had left Foosha Village, you hadn't let go of each other. You started as rivals when you were children in Dadan's house and it took you a few months after entering the sea to understand the true feelings you had for each other. It didn't take long for him to call you his own pirate queen and introduce you as his girlfriend.

"Hi! Are you around?" he waved in front of you, taking you away from the memories of a past that was already distant and so different from what you would face.

"Luffy, we need to talk." you tried to take a firmer stance.

"As your captain or as your boyfriend?" He remembered the little agreement the two of you had made, to separate matters to maintain order - more precisely so you wouldn't kill your boyfriend when he stole food from your plate and, consequently, be left without a captain too.

"I think both, I don't know." a frustrated sigh left you, shoulders carrying the immense burden of fear. "I was feeling strange a few days ago, I was late…"

"Late for what?"

"I'm pregnant!" you spat out the words quickly. If the man hadn't been paying attention, he would barely have caught it. "I'm pregnant, Luffy."

"This is…" he sat down on the bed, lowering his head. You had never touched on such a subject, it barely crossed your mind what his attitude would be.

"I understand it's a lot, I'm scared too…Luffy?"

His laughter took over the room as soon as your feet left the floor and he turned you around, pressing your body tightly against his arms.

"A baby! A mini me or a mini you!" he vibrated and noticed your expression close. "Don't you want a mini me?"

"Not that. Just don't…" your hand went to your mouth, containing the nausea. "No spins, for a while."

"Ah, sorry." he placed you on the ground, more carefully. "How do you feel?"

"A little scared, I guess." You laughed lightly when you saw him bend down to analyze your belly. He promptly put his ear to it, trying to hear something. "Babe, the baby is the size of a grape now, it's a little hard to hear."

"But I know he knows I'm here. A boy!" He placed a quick kiss on your skin. You wouldn't question the fact that he's sure the baby is a boy.

"I think this is the best treasure I could find." you murmured, hugging your boyfriend and allowing yourself to stay there for a few seconds.

"Love?" his voice called to you quietly. "Can I tell everyone?"

"For sure!"

"Guys!!!" He barely waited for you to respond and pulled you out the door, shouting for his friends. "Let's have another crewmate."

"What idea is this Luffy?" Nami cut off her own scolding when she saw him pointing at her belly.

"We're going to have a baby!" your fear ceased for a while when you saw everyone vibrate with the news.

The time you had to find your balance, you lost when you felt Nami and Robin hug you together, happy for the news. It didn't take long for your other companions to congratulate you on the new life that had emerged there.

"Luffy, we need to stop at an island soon so I can get some materials." Chopper warned and the captain immediately agreed.

"Sanji, can we have a feast to celebrate, please." Luffy asked for cook, being interrupted by you who joined him.

"Meat…" the word alone brought the flavor to your mouth. "I need to eat meat and a pie, please Sanji. It could even be meat pie." you asked, clinging to the cook, in the best Luffy style. Noticing the attitude, you soon resumed your posture. "I think I have a little craving… for meat."

It was undeniable that Luffy's genes were strong in the little child who was growing month by month. Restless, the unborn baby was always making you incessantly hungry and seemed to think your belly was made of elastic. Anyone who looked at you would find you with a small package of snacks in hand or grumbling to Luffy about why he had to insist on poking your belly when the baby was quiet, making the child start kicking again. Luffy still didn't seem to have much of an idea of ​​what having a pregnant girlfriend was like. Occasionally he would steal your snacks or make plans that involved you, getting slapped by other companions.

"She's strong and I'm sure our son will be too." was his common response every time.

The contour of the bulge of your belly was already noticeable at six months of pregnancy and even so, you liked to follow Luffy and the others on each new island they stepped on. This time, you didn't expect that a little shopping break would turn into a horror so quickly. An enemy of Luffy had found you along with Nami and Sanji and even though the cook was capable of fighting, he couldn't hold off the man and his henchmen for so long.

Your head was small compared to the man's hand that held it. The instinct taking over your body made you bring your arms to your belly, protecting the being that was developing there, while he dragged you to where Luffy was. As you approached, for the first time in a while you saw terror in your beloved's eyes.

"I see there have been interesting changes." The man's slurred voice irritated you more than usual. He lifted you off the ground and gave your stomach a little poke. "As far as I know, I bet it's a little straw hat."

"Let. Her. Go." the threat implied in Luffy's voice was different than most times. You remembered seeing him like this when a tenryuubito decided to hit Hatchan, but still, he seemed to have more hate in him than you had ever witnessed. "I told you, keep your hands off her."

"As you wish."

Disdain was present in the man's every attitude and in the same way that he had barely used his strength to lift you, he did the same to throw you meters away. With the wind against your body and the screams of your friends like blurs passing by you, you cringed and waited for the impact that didn't come. Instead, you felt something wrap around you and your body land against something soft.

When you opened your eyes, you found Luffy holding you, putting you on your feet even though he didn't let go.

"You're okay, you're alive, you're okay…" the words came out of his mouth like a mantra. It was like seeing relief and fear walking side by side.

As soon as his hands released you, you felt yourself staggering, being supported by someone behind you. Luffy's hands held your face delicately as if a breath could take you away. He took off his straw hat and placed it on you and one of his hands rested on your belly, feeling the agitation under your skin, which seemed to bring the lucidity he needed.

"Jinbe, take her back to the ship." Luffy didn't bother to look at his companion who had just approached, his eyes roamed your face in search of any discomfort. The hand that remained on your face wiped away a small tear that insisted on falling. "Take Chopper with you, get all the tests possible."

"I am fine." you tried to reassure him, seeing that your words had been in vain. "Baby, we're both fine."

"Zoro, protect them." Luffy asked and only then did you realize it was the swordsman supporting you. "Don't let anyone get close to them. Don't let anyone lay a hand on my girl and my son."

"Okay. Jinbe, you carry her. Chopper, stay alert too, but your priority is to get to the ship with the two of them." the mate gave the orders and before your feet left the ground, you felt Luffy place a quick kiss on the small gap between your forehead and the straw hat.

"Those who are left, don't let any of his idiots get out of here. I'm going to finish that bastard off." the last glimpse you saw of Luffy was of his hair turning white.

Something changed that day. The baby was fine, you were fine - enough for Zoro to restrain you and prevent you from returning to the battlefield. Lying on your bed, you curled up again, this time wracked with worries about your captain and boyfriend. Using the straw hat as your companion, you allowed yourself to close your eyes and wait. The sun was already gone when you woke up from your brief nap to feel arms squeeze you tightly.

"Lu?" you turned around and found him smiling, even if a little lighter than usual. Some scratches on the face, but apparently fine.

He took your lips voraciously, capturing them and holding them to his. Your hands soon tangled in the dark strands of his hair and gave him space to fit around your legs, but Luffy moved away.

"Chopper said you're okay, just scared, but you need to rest so our son can be okay too." the captain slid on the bed, until his face was aligned with your belly.

Luffy lifted the cloth that hid your skin and covered your belly with kisses, in silence. Your hands, which previously sought to get tangled in his hair, opted for a light caress.

"I promised to protect you two and today…"

"Today you protected us, love." you interrupted before he even considered finishing the thought. Taking one of his hands, you led him to where the child was kicking. "And someone agrees with me."

From that day on, you saw Luffy change and consequently, you did too. He no longer teased you about your strange diet and didn't even make jokes about the snoring you started to have every night or because you looked like a cuddly ball - except when he, with the help of Usopp and Chopper - tied a watermelon to his belly. and pretended to be you at the end of the pregnancy. Now the words you had said to him "I think this is the best treasure I could find" made more sense to him.

It was early morning when little Ravi was born. The sea water was more crystal clear than usual and your body was sweating cold even though the night was hot when the first contractions hit and lasted throughout the morning. Chopper had chosen Robin and Nami as assistants while Luffy remained there by your side, using the power of the fruit to avoid feeling the strong grip of your hand against him.

Along with the first rays of the morning sun, Ravi came into the world and illuminated Luffy's face. As soon as the boy stopped crying in his father's lap, it was like watching two long-lost friends reunite after so much waiting, Luffy didn't know that he had been waiting for this his whole life and now he knew that he would never be able to stay away from the boy. In a way, it reminded you of the way little Luffy looked at Ace with admiration when they were still children.

He took the feeling seriously since little Ravi became his father's shadow and Luffy didn't make much of a point of preventing the boy from doing something wrong.

"Luffy!" you screamed as you saw him about to throw the two year old into the air.

"But he likes it."

"Sun…Ravi." the little one mumbled a few things.

"See? He wants to reach the sun." Luffy laughed, throwing the child at a much lower height than he intended at the beginning, eliciting a laugh from the baby. "Who wants to go again?"

"That's enough, you two." You stretched your arms to catch the baby, who promptly reached towards you. "It's time for someone to eat!"

"Yay! Let's eat some good food, kid." Luffy ignored you and headed to the kitchen. Before he reached the door, you took little Ravi from him.

"Just little Ravi." you corrected him and saw him mumble.

With each passing year, he became even more like his own father, which meant double work for you. At least at 8 years old, Ravi still had a little more calm than Luffy.

"Zoro!" he walked across the deck to the swordsman "My father said he was going fishing."

"That's good, it means fresh fish for lunch."

"The problem is that the fish caught him. He hasn't come back to the surface for a few minutes." Ravi said without much concern. "Can I go get him? I know how to swim, I don't think my daddy can."

"What the fuck Luffy!" Zoro dropped his swords and threw himself into the sea, attracting his other companions.

"Do not even think about it." Nami warned the boy who was about to reach for one of Zoro's swords.

"But Nami…" he mumbled, lacking the patience to argue. In the same way that she imputed fear to the father, it worked on the son.

"They're too big for your age." you saw him mumble just like Luffy and you had to hold back your laughter.

"Ravi!" Luffy's voice attracted the two of you to the end of the ship where he was, soaked and being scolded immensely by Zoro.

"Wow dad, what a big fish. All this for us?" the boy poked the little monster lying in the deck.

"That's right." Luffy laughed alongside the boy. You thought it was adorable that their laugh was identical.

"Hey Sanji, I'm hungry." they both shouted. Apparently, the appetite was also similar.

Ace

Warnings: fluff, a little angst until Ace finds out, Marco and F!Reader are best friends. Ace just wants to be loved by his baby. And for the record, I know Whitebeard would be a badass grandfather.

"Wait…" Marco began, analyzing your figure standing there biting his nails in front of him. "I thought you heard me when I explained it to you. You know, condoms, medicine, yoi."

"I heard, but maybe I forgot one…" his critical look made you change your tone. "Okay, I forgot to use protection a few times."

"Sit there already." he gave up and waited for you to curl up on the stretcher. Once you did, you watched him prepare a small kit.

"Why do you keep a pregnancy test kit?" You tried to take the object from his hand, but the doctor quickly dodged it.

"I don't keep it." Your eyes watched him concentrate and insert the needle into your arm, drawing a small amount of blood. "You've only been vomiting for two weeks and you've also been refusing to drink with alcohol. I'm a good doctor, yoi."

"And now?"

"Now…" he dripped the blood onto a small white spatula and placed it next to you on the stretcher. "We waited, for five minutes."

"All of this?"

"I've been waiting for you to bring this up for two weeks, don't complain." he replied.

"I needed Ace to be busy or out of here." you simply responded, turning your attention to the clock hanging next to one of the cabinets.

For the remaining minutes you stood there, legs shaking from side to side and watching a Marco as anxious as you. As soon as the hand reached the long-awaited minute, the two of you turned to the test together.

“Two risks…” you started.

"Positive. Looks like I've been promoted to uncle!" the man smiled, containing the feeling when he saw your face.

"I'm pregnant." the phrase still sounded strange to your ears, so sudden and unexpected. "I'm pregnant." you tested again, trying to improve your expression.

"You're pregnant! Now we need to do some more tests to make sure everything is ok. Dad will be happy when he hears about this." Marco placed the test results on a table away from the two of you. "I suggest an ultrasound, it would also be good to see some blood tests."

"My God, Marco, I'm pregnant!" A certain happiness crossed your expression, eliciting a laugh from your closest friend and brother.

"Now you're ready to jump…"

"You are pregnant?" you both turned as you heard a third voice join the room.

Ace looked at the two of you, waiting for some kind of justification, but at the same time it felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. You were still there, the same girl he had left to follow to a nearby island a few days ago, but now it seemed different. There was almost a glow emanating from you to his eyes.

"Ace, can we talk?" your voice reached his ears, but his mind was in a distant place.

Ace took a few steps back, moving away from the small infirmary and disappearing from your field of vision. You and the doctor looked at each other, surely this was the last reaction either of you would have thought of having.

"Are you feeling good?" Marco's voice pulled you back to reality. "Hey, look at me, yoi."

"I need to talk to him." You ignored your friend's question and went in search of your boyfriend.

From his reaction, you knew you had two options and to solve the first of them, you leaned over and saw that the Striker was still docked and with no one around, you immediately ran towards your room, finding the door closed.

Two knocks weren't enough to get his attention, so ignoring any possible chaotic scene you were going to encounter, you entered the room unceremoniously. The idea of ​​finding the room on fire crossed your mind, but was soon dismissed when you found Ace sitting on the bed, his face buried in his hands.

"Babe, please." You asked, trying to keep your tone calmer - despite the internal desperation in him hating you. "Please talk to me."

"Y-You…" his dark irises met yours and only then did you realize that your beloved's eyes were full of water. "I'm going to be a father?"

"My love, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." Urgently, you moved closer, holding his face in your hands. "I know it's kind of scary, but I promise we'll figure it out."

"No, no. That's not the problem." he sniffled, not allowing any of the tears to flow. His hand threatened to touch your belly and withdrew. "What if I'm not a good father? What if this child doesn't love me."

"Think about how much I love you Ace, how much you love me." you stated almost obviously, gaining his attention. "What can come out of here, besides love?" your hands found your belly for the first time after the discovery.

Your body was enveloped in a tight hug, his face was almost buried in your belly, while you caressed his dark locks.

"I love you so much." He turned to you, noticing the slight discomfort, he moved his chin away from your stomach. "Oops, I'm sorry."

"It's okay…Ace!!" you screamed as you felt your body hit the bed, now with him fitting between your legs.

When it came to loving you, Ace could be as hot as the fire that emanated from him, strong as the waves that insisted on crashing against Moby Dick. Except that day. His lips touched yours gently, his body didn't press against yours, just covered it lightly. The delicate kisses went down to your belly, being placed as if they always belonged there. His lips found your face again, his smile hovered over yours.

"We need to talk to Marco." he began, interrupting himself to allow his kisses to cover your face again. "I need to know everything that's going on."

"Well, you know now."

"Not this." he grumbled. "We need exams, to know if everything is ok with you two, we also need to know what a baby needs. My god, are you going to give birth here at Moby Dick? We barely have room for the two of us…"

"Calm down, stay calm." you asked as you watched him spiral. With his support, you got back on your feet, holding out your hand for him to get up. "I have a better idea of ​​what we can do."

You expected some commotion, of course. Maybe even a few tears. You didn't expect to see Ace crying like a baby when telling Whitebeard that he was going to be a grandfather and consequently, bringing some tears from your old man and several other colleagues also shedding tears. It was good to know that your little baby would arrive surrounded by love.

The months that followed the discovery were more peaceful than you imagined and even though for a long time you had insisted to your father that there were too many men on that ship, you couldn't complain about being so spoiled.

Want to eat something different? Thatch had it ready within minutes of you ordering. Marco walked like a shadow behind you and Ace - this by his own choice and by Whitebeard's direct order, since on one of the days you were sick, you had almost killed the three men of the heart. It was adorable to see how Ace worried about the mission that was getting closer every month. More than once, you found him in Whitebeard's room, asking for tips on what to do with the baby, how to help you at this time and how he could be a good father. The idea of ​​not being loved by his own son haunted him more than you might expect. Everything seemed great, except one detail: the two of you couldn't agree on the name.

The little baby decided to arrive a few weeks ahead of schedule, which caused widespread chaos on the boat. Ace was having dinner with the other commanders when your scream reached his ears, along with Whitebeard's scream that echoed louder than any earthquake he had ever created, prompting them to speed up the preparations for the birth. Apparently, immense pain arose when you and your father were talking, which led you to stay in the ship's medical wing for hours. Your screams were heard throughout the ship while Ace served as your support point. The little boy was born and if you hadn't been feeling so weak, you would have laughed at the screams of joy coming from outside the room as they heard his cries.

"Ace?" you called to him, who held you even tighter in his arms. "I think I have an idea for the name. Can you see if we can use it?"

You whispered in his ear, making Marco curious. Ace delicately left behind you, who was holding the little baby and ignoring the blood that still stained his hands, he left the ship in search of a specific person. A few minutes later, you saw your beloved enter the room again, accompanied by your dad.

"Can I take that as a yes?" you saw Whitebeard bend down to get closer to the baby. "Meet your grandson, Alev Edward Newgate."

If you were spoiled during your pregnancy by Ace, you couldn't imagine what it would be like with little Alev. The child was never alone - or at least walking on two feet. There was always one of his uncles who could pick him up and carry him around the ship. Marco, who called himself the child's uncle and godfather even though he had not been baptized, had already lost count of how many times he had to redo the serums and medicines he applied to Whitebeard, since Alev - with his grandfather's permission, used the height difference to make it like a little personal slide.

And Ace, who was completely in love with the little piece of love you two had brought to the world, even when he messed up.

"Papa!" you and Ace, who were playing cards with other friends, heard the child scream and a laugh soon after. You already lowered your deck knowing that it anticipated some new prank.

"What is it Alev?" Ace spoke loudly so the boy could hear him and know where he was.

You don't know how your blood pressure didn't drop or how Ace didn't have a heart attack when he saw the child in your not-so-calm and serene days coming twirling a burning cloth in one hand and in the other a lighter that only God should know where he found.

"Look papa, I can control fire just like you!" the boy rolled the cloth and you prepared to move forward and take it from him, but you were anticipated by Ace, who placed his hand exactly where the cloth would hit Alev's freckled face.

"You can't do that, ever again." Ace raised his voice, taking the cloth that was half ash and the lighter from the boy. "You are crazy?"

"But daddy, I want to be like you."

"That doesn't mean setting everything on fire, my little flame." you warned and saw the child threaten to cry. Ace noticed immediately, regretting the little scream.

"I can't believe you're such a crybaby." Ace said in a teasing tone, throwing the boy over his shoulder. "Does your grandfather know about this? He won't like having a crybaby pirate at all."

"No daddy, I already stopped, I already stopped." you heard your son mumble in the distance, drying his tears. "I just wanted to be cool like you."

"My son, you are the coolest kid ever." Ace let Alev slip out of his arms and hugged him, stopping him from reaching the ground. "You know I love you very much, don't you?"

"I love you sooooo much more daddy."

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[valorascult]

♡ High Value Woman Guide ♡

As I become more mature, I have realized and admired a few attributes the women I look up to carry. The women around me always seems very level headed, confident, and strong; but in a very feminine way (strong does not = masculine). The women in my life consistently receive what they desire & after observing their behaviors, along with mine, I have come up with a few ways to become a better “you”. How can you level up in every way possible to vibrate on the frequency of your desires?

Start prioritizing quality over quantity

This is with any & everything.

Choose your friends wisely, keep it limited to a few. You should only be surrounding yourself with people who have your best interest in mind. Living in a world of overconsumption, it can sometimes be hard to not cave and buy the latest “trends” - you should start developing your signature style. Have a few statement pieces that go with any and everything. Keep you skincare to a minimum, you don’t need 10+ products just for your face.It’s extremely attractive when people have a set curated style and are selective with their consumption. This not only shows discipline but uniqueness & a set individuality. You should be confident within yourself. Always prioritize yourself!!

You should be fine with being alone

This doesn’t mean you should feel lonely but simply - you should be your best friend and lover all in one. If you can’t hang out by yourself and you’re consistently finding a way to be with someone, this should be a red flag in your head. Consistently relying on external energy to entertain you instead of your own will never give you the proper satisfaction you’re seeking. You should be loving yourself properly, taking yourself on dates, relax at home, cook yourself the best meal, learn a new skill, etc;. To keep proper relationships with others, you must first have it with yourself.

Stop dating men just to date men

You should only be dating men who align with your values. Stop wasting your time with men who aren’t going to be relationship material. You should be able to tell if someone is worth your time after the first few interactions. We don’t date men who are emotionally unavailable, narcissistic, manipulative, etc;. - do not tolerate this behavior & do not for a second that you can “fix them”, he can / should only fix himself. You should expect consistent effort, healthy communication, & respect. If the man you are seeing doesn’t give you basic decency and more, drop it - do not mother him & don’t stick around putting up with his inconsistency and hope he will change. Never beg a man to stay or be with you.

Learn to control your emotions

It’s important to keep your emotions together, not only for the sake of others but also for yourself. Don’t act out because you are triggered in the moment - instead, try to understand why you feel that way and bring your emotions back to you, ground yourself & understand that anything that can make you instantly react, has control over you. Always stay in your power. Be responsible and take some accountability for your actions.

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[eunseoksimp]

Golden Boy ; Osaki Shotaro

Pairings: Bestie!Shotaro x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst

Description: Shotaro is everyone’s favourite person. Extremely lovable and kind to those around him, but there’s only so much he can take, especially when you keep pushing his limits.

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, smut, minors dni.

a/n: shotaro’s been heavy on the brain recently, so this is extremely self indulgent.

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‘can someone remind me why we decided to put sohee in charge of the booking?’ chaewon’s irritated tone rang through the room, and anton who was nearby snickered.

‘don’t go laughing like that isn’t your best friend.’

it was finally summer break, bleak winters and stressing in libraries far behind you. so naturally it was right for you and your friend group to plan a getaway for the week.

only, things weren’t going quite to plan. at the start of the month, everyone was assigned with different tasks and unfortunately, sohee was left to book the place you were meant to stay.

but in typical boy fashion, he had chosen something far away from the activities you wanted to do, and the rooms weren’t looking the best either.

‘i told you to leave it up to shotaro, we were doomed from the start,’ you quipped in, the aforementioned boy not too far behind you as he broke into a wide smile.

osaki shotaro was the glue of the friendship. the dependable friend who always planned ahead, and got along well with everyone. you could never catch him without a smile on his face, and everyone else’s comfort was always a priority.

‘i booked us another place, just in case something like this happened. lucky us,’ he basked in everyone’s praises, paying particular attention to the way you patted him on the top of his head.

‘you’re a star taro.’

‘shotaro to the rescue.’

‘what’s wrong with the place i got us,’ sohee grumbled, phone in his hand pitifully as he pretended not to notice that it was in fact better.

‘stop whining and get in the car.’

wonbin and shotaro were the designated drivers, given that sungchan complained about a wrist problem, which he may or may not have been lying about just to get out of being the one behind the wheel.

so it left those two, and the friendship group decided the cars they were getting into based on an alarmingly competitive game of rock paper scissors.

‘yes, i got shotaro,’ you pumped your first in the air after being the second one to win, no longer caring as you hopped into the front seat, barely catching sight of seunghan dramatically dropping to his knees after losing to sungchan.

the journey felt longer than necessary, mainly because wonbin kept getting lost on the way. but your group of you, chaewon, shotaro and sungchan were more than okay because shotaro was the one behind the wheel.

his speed never faltered, skilfully maneuvering the car so that speed bumps were barely felt, and his playlist left you decently entertained, a couple songs that each individual could enjoy in there.

‘remind me to never get into a car with wonbin again,’ anton dramatically hopped out of the car, headphones now around his neck as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

‘oh come on, it wasn’t that bad,’ wonbin was the last to get out, keys in hand.

he had only gotten his license last month, but you had witnessed him almost reverse into the metal pole in front of your house, and instantly knew you were in no rush to be riding with him any time soon.

‘my poor baby, did the big bad diva scare you?’ you cooed, and anton played into it, jokingly sniffling as he dropped his head to your shoulder.

‘at least i have a license. not all of us can rely on shotaro to drive you places,’ he fires back, narrowing his eyes at the both of you.

‘don’t be jealous because i’m treated like the princess you so badly want to be.’

but he was right. your parents had nagged for months, wondering why you weren’t even trying to study for a drivers test. but why would you need to when shotaro would be there at a drop of a pen.

‘i’ll take you wherever you want to go,’ he told you last year when he first got his license, and he stuck to his word, picking you up and dropping you off whenever you needed. if he wasn’t available he would ask eunseok, who would complain about gas prices and leaving his warm home, but still come and get you anyway.

you were spoiled.

‘i’ve got your bags, let’s go in,’ shotaro passes by, your luggage juggled between two hands as he already makes his way through the now opened door, courtesy of sungchan.

the villa was beautiful, a dream vacation home, equipped with marble tiles and panoramic views. the kitchen was as wide as your living room, the appliances new and countertop squeaky clean.

‘maybe shotaro was on to something,’ sohee accepted defeat, that once again shotaro was the best man for the job and you all agreed.

excited to be away from the loud bustle of the city, you were the first one to slide the doors open and step into the patio, a huge pool greeting you.

this was going to be fun.

you felt another presence beside you, the familiar tufts of blonde hair coming in to view.

‘i put your stuff in your room, you’re sharing with chaewon,’ you grinned, drawing nearer to press a kiss on his cheek.

‘thanks taro, you’re the best,’ the blush on his cheeks only made you smile wider. he was too cute.

‘just doing my job.’

and that was what he continued to do. he was there when you spoke about craving pancakes the night before, waking up early to drive to the grocery store just to get you what was needed.

when you got out of the shower, lazily walking though the house and flopping onto the couch, he held your head in his lap as he dried your hair.

opening car doors, doing your seatbelt, holding your hand as you walked through the rocky beach. but not just you.

‘shotaro you should drive to the grocery store.’

‘shotaro can you call the guide and tell him we’re going to be late.’

‘shotaro i’m hungry can you make me some food?’

shotaro, shotaro, shotaro.

his smiley disposition made it harder for his friends to notice just how far they were pushing him. he didn’t mind helping others, but it was beginning to take a toll on him.

his energy slowly depletes, and on the last night of the trip he plops onto the couch, sighing as he tilts his head back.

how long could he keep his act up?

it wasn’t like he was a sociopath or anything, he did truly like his friends and loved that they relied on him, only showing off just how dependable he was.

but it all added up to the image that everyone had of him. the cute golden retriever, who needed to be babied and coddled, because he was too ‘innocent for this world.’

conversations about sex were often paused, with jokes about him not being able to handle it being thrown left and right.

he was always being hounded about the fact that not many girls seemed to linger around him.

‘you know how shotaro is, he’s probably just shy.’

the first time seunghan saw a girl leave your room one morning it became the topic of conversation for the next week.

‘how did you manage to do that? did you start crying half way through? my bet is you only lasted one minute.’

the friendship group was very oddly sexually charged. of course you never made advances towards each other, but your closeness permitted each other to talk about everything. in great detail.

and when shotaro wouldn’t feel comfortable sharing what happened, they just believed their assumptions were correct, cooing and teasing him.

he didn’t mind as much, after all he was sure that a lot of it were just jokes. it wasn’t like he wanted to stop hiding his desires anytime soon anyways.

‘we’re playing a game, courtesy of our little friend,’ your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, soju bottles in both of your hands as you sank down into the seat next to him.

thus started an alcohol fuelled session of truth or dare. for the most part the asks and dares were fairly tame; text the last person you messaged that you missed them, down 5 shots in under a minute.

quickly it was your turn again, and it was clear that the effects of the sweet liquor was seeping into your behaviour.

‘if you had to fuck one person in this room, who would it be?,’ chaewon slurred her words, eyes barely open as she points right at you.

you tap your chin, as if you’re actually giving great consideration to the question, before going through everyone in the circle.

‘hmm let’s see. eunseok has too much of a god complex, he’d probably moan his own name. respectfully sungchan has a girlfriend so pass. i think anton might call me mommy unironically, probably cry too. wonbin loves himself too much, same as eunseok. i only see sohee and seunghan like my little brothers.’

everyone laughed along, some protests thrown your way from eunseok and wonbin, but only one person sat waiting eagerly, the only persons name you didn’t mention. did that mean he was the one?

‘wait you skipped shotaro,’ anton called out, holding up six fingers.

‘did i?’

‘yeah you spoke about everyone else here but him.’

‘probably just a subconscious thing. my mind knew he wasn’t an option,’ you shrugged.

ouch.

‘why not?’ everyone waited expectantly as they watched you. it was no secret that the both of you were extremely close, so it wouldn’t be strange if you had thought about it before.

‘too boring,’ your answer was short, like it was something so obvious, not even worthy of debate. chaewon snorts, soju shooting out of her nose but she covers her mouth, because she knows exactly what you’re talking about.

‘what do you mean,’ shotaro speaks up finally, and for a split second the air feels tense. everyone thought he would just laugh it off, like he usually would, but he was the only one that looked serious.

‘you’re just too vanilla for me babe, no hard feelings.’

his jaw ticks, eyebrows furrowed as he processes what you said.

‘are you sure? you haven’t been- laid in a long time. i personally think shotaro would be a great fuck,’ sungchan vouches for his best friend, although the weight of his judgement was seriously downplayed by the fact that he couldn’t even keep his head up.

‘osaki shotaro? the most vanilla guy on this planet? i’ll pass,’ you’re doubling down on your statement, and it only emphasises the way you view him.

‘i’m not vanilla, stop saying that’ shotaro retorts, the laughter of everyone else in the room causing

his head to spin.

‘sure you aren’t babe. and i’m not the hottest bitch in this friend group,’ you pat his thigh.

your words linger in his mind. vanilla? he was far from it. if only you knew the dirty thoughts that circled his mind.

he was so sick of everyone coddling him, treating him like a little virgin boy, a novice at the act.

just because he wasn’t as vocal about his experiences as the rest of you guys were, doesn’t mean they didn’t happen at all.

he allows it to eat at his mind for the rest of

the night, and you continued to only make it worse for him.

‘stop touching each other, gross. poor shotaro doesn’t even know what to do.’

strike one.

someone could literally run over his dog and he would probably apologise. biggest pushover in the universe.

strike two.

he’s definitely got golden retriever energy. i just pity the girl who tries to start anything sexual with him, he’ll probably freak the fuck out.

strike three.

his blood was boiling, a dull thump ringing in his ears. his hands were turning white, the way he had continuously clenched and unclenched his fists.

what was so wrong with being a good guy? must everyone display on their foreheads the freaky shit they like to get up to in their free time.

‘tell them- tell the guys what you said to me yesterday,’ chaewon sat on wonbin’s lap, practically screaming in his ear as he winced, slapping a hand over her mouth.

‘about what? that shotaro has a small dick?’

you’re out.

the alcohol had clearly gotten to you, your mouth a lot more sharp as it lacked the ability to filter the things you were saying. it was obviously a joke to you, you couldn’t care less if it was big or not, it wasn’t like you were ever going to fuck him.

‘come find out if it’s really small,’ he glares, the words sharp on his tongue, but you couldn’t take him seriously.

‘who let shotaro loose.’

all the teasing does nothing to quell his anger. is this the image everyone had of him? a small dicked pushover? if only they knew.

the mind of shotaro osaki was dark. riddled with lust and mean thoughts, but he kept them all at bay. ever since he was in high school he figured he would scare people away if they knew how he truly felt, what truly kept him up at night?

one by one everyone reached their limits, retreating to their beds for the night, a stumbling mess.

but you sat there, empty bottle in hand, head pounding as you tried to sober up a little. you hadn’t even realised you had dozed off, not until you woke up and were met with a semi dark room, completely silent.

shotaro’s jumper was draped over you, and a glass of water and some tablets were placed on the table in front of you. appreciative, you guzzle the cool water down, loving the way it soothes your throat.

you would have thought you were alone if it wasn’t for shotaro’s hunched over figure in the corner of the room, almost scaring you shitless.

‘taro, are you okay?’ you call out.

he lifts his head, seeing that you’re awake and rises to his feet, completely ignoring your question.

‘my room. now’

he left no time for you to protest, already walking towards the room he had to himself, as you trailed behind nervously.

this was the first time you’d ever seen him so angry, and you feared that you might have taken it too far this time.

you racked your brain, thinking of the right things to say, anything to bring back your friends usual self.

he waited for you to come inside before closing the door behind you, and you heard a click.

‘shotaro i-‘

‘i didn’t ask you to speak.’

you froze in shock, not used to his tone of voice, and you almost craned your neck around to see if he was talking to someone else.

he stalked closer to you, stopping right in front, only inches apart.

‘is this what you would call small,’ in an instant he has your small hand in his, guiding it towards the print in his trousers and you gasp in shock, jumping back.

it was huge, enough to make you swallow your words and bite your lip as your mind runs rampant.

‘you know, everyone expects me to be some type of angel sent from heaven or something. i’m at everyone beck and call, innocent little shotaro who will do anything you ask. he’s too nice to know anything, he’s probably a virgin.’

‘it pisses me off. especially hearing you do it.’

‘it was-‘

‘stop.fucking.talking,’ he’s livid, enunciating each word and he’s soon got you backed up, edging closer and closer to the edge of his bed.

‘you’re a fucking brat, you know that. i do all these things for you and this is how you repay me? brats like you need a good fuck to get their minds straight. don’t you?’

you’re at a loss of words, trying to figure out how the sweet, lovable shotaro that you know is now looking down at you with a twist of malice and lust. but more importantly, why was it sending a shiver down your spine, squeezing your legs together as you gulp.

he notices, and he chuckles, running a hand over his face, ‘i fucking knew it.’

in one swift movement you were on your back, back hitting the mattress hard, but you have no opportunity to adjust as shotaro settles over you.

‘no hard feelings babe, i’ve got a lot of anger built up inside of me. you’ll let me take it out on you, yeah?’

you nod dumbly, thinking nothing of his words, expecting nothing too crazy. but boy were you wrong.

that’s how you found yourself in your current position shaking with pleasure and pain. twitching, sniffling, and trying to get away but he won’t let you escape so you resort to begging and pleading.

‘please im sorry, im sorry please just-‘ you can’t even finish your sentence, another moan ripping through your throat and you blink rapidly, the tears sticking to your eyelashes, that had been building up for the past couple of minutes, began to fall.

you hope that he’d see your current state, take mercy on you and eventually ease himself out of you. but the tears only encourage him to see how messy you could really get.

‘don’t cry now- fucking take it,’ he’s ruthless, your legs are pushed back, further and further till they’re almost reaching your ears, and the new angle makes you feel him even more.

‘take it, take it, take it,’ his hips snap viciously into yours, practically splitting you open as you use all the strength you can muster to push away, your palm flat against his pelvis as you shake your head.

‘move your fucking hand,’ he doesn’t slow down, looking down at your weak attempt to get him to stop.

‘taro-taro please- i-‘

‘i didn’t ask you to fucking speak did i? just shut the fuck up and take it,’ he delivers a harsh slap to your cheek, and although it stings, it makes you start to cream around him.

‘look at you, like a dumb fucking slut. cant even use your words, just panting like a bitch in heat.’

‘stupid slut, you like when i call you names and throw you around. such a fuck-fucking whore,’ you’re squeezing him, tighter and tighter as you feel your third orgasm of the night approaching you.

shotaro had spent the majority of your friendship lending his ears to all your sex stories, slightly jealous when he heard all about how much you loved it rough.

but now he didn’t have to fuck other girls and pretend they were you, he had the real thing right in front of him.

‘fuck-fuck-fuck,’ you chant, practically floating as you feel so close. he’s fucking you so good, so deep that you’re sure his dick will leave a permanent imprint in your pussy.

‘look me in the eye, there you go. look at me while you- shit. while you make a mess all over my cock,’ he’s dipping his head lower, till your noses are practically bumping against each other, wanting to see for himself how he destroys you.

you don’t last much longer, a couple of rubs to your clit and you feel the coil in your stomach snap as your head hangs back, lips parted as you convulse under him.

you expected that to be the end, for him to at least slow down, but he does nothing of the sort, overstimulating you till you’re practically wrestling out of his grip, legs giving out as a string of curses escape your lips.

‘n-n-no more. please taro,’ it’s getting harder for you to breathe, the grip he has on your throat and hip simultaneously giving you no chance of escaping.

‘aww but i thought this was what you wanted? getting fucked stupid, that’s why you said isn’t it,’ the smile that used to bring you comfort was now making you shiver, something so sinister about the way he looked down at you.

‘i can’t anymore. p-please taro let me go.’

‘i’m not done with you yet,’ you see the evil glint in his eye, as he flips you over, forcibly pushing down onto your spine until you arch perfectly for him.

you find yourself crying once again, overwhelmed as you scrunch the sheets between your hand, needing something to ground you.

‘you say you don’t want it but look how that pussy’s squeezing for me,’ it’s hard to believe such filthy words are leaving shotaro’s lips.

‘who’s got you so wet?’

‘fuck baby, do you feel that?’

digging his nails now into the skin of your hips. your eyes roll back as you feel the head of his cock now pressing up against your cervix with each brutal, angry thrust.

‘who’s fucking you this good? let the whole house hear it.’

you shake your head, biting your bottom lip so hard it draws blood as you desperately try not to scream but shotaro has other plans.

‘what did i just fucking say? huh?’ he wraps his hand around your hair, yanking you up until his lips are right by your ears.

your senses are overwhelmed as you try oh so hard to contain yourself, clenching around him even harder.

‘shit, you taro. fucking me so good’ you whine so loudly, you’re sure that the neighbours would be able to hear.

it’s all becoming too much for you, your eyes unfocusing, rolling behind your head. head buried in the pillows, throat sore as you shake your head from side to side

your hands snake out from underneath your head in an attempt to slow him down but it’s no use. it makes him go even faster, even deeper as he holds your wrists between his hands.

“tsk, i thought i taught you better than that, princess,” shotaro quips, the condescending tone sending waves of heat up your spine.

the squelching noises gradually increasing, the sounds you were making were filthy and it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on.

but other people walking in on you two was the least of your concerns. it was hard to conjure up a single thought, the way shotaro is pummelling into you overtaking ever single sense.

you could barely hold yourself up anymore, leaning all of your weight into shotaro, legs and mind numb, as you let him degrade you even more, leading you to yet another orgasm.

only this one feels a little different. he was hitting the spot, over and over again, practically drilling into you and you felt an immense amount of tingling in your bottom half.

‘taro- oh fuck- you have to-have to stop. i think-shit i think i need to pee.’

you’re embarrassed, scared that if he doesn’t listen to you that you might end up urinating all over him. but he doesn’t care, nor does he stop.

you hit his thigh repeatedly, shaking your head as you desperately try to get away from him, but he’s much stronger than you, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you there as he continues.

you felt so full, the pressure only increasing with each thrust as you practically grow limp in his arms. a squeal leaves your lips, followed by a large volume of clear liquid, soaking both you and shotaro, all over his thighs and seeping into the sheets underneath you both.

‘there we go, knew you could do it,’ he groans, unable to take his eyes away from the pool of cum, obsessed with how you were both covered in it.

he wants to make you do it again, to tease you and draw another orgasm out of you, but you’re well spent, twitching in his arms as you mumble.

‘no more- no more.’

although he knew he could go for two more rounds if he really wanted to, he respected the way your body was telling him that you were done.

‘shhh it’s alright. i’ve got you baby,’ he lifts you off of him, sweat coating your body as you cling onto him.

and then you pass out, unable to carry on anymore, letting shotaro take care of you as he cleans you up, then tucks you in your own bed, whispering some excuse to chaewon about finding you asleep on the couch by yourself when she stirs from her sleep.

then he’s back to his normal self, smiling widely as he watches everyone take their seat at the table, busying himself by the stove.

you were the last one to arrive, barely able to walk, legs practically jelly as you take small steps.

‘what happened to you?’ sungchan quipped, but you were too busy trying to relearn how to work with the newfound ache in your legs to give him a suitable comeback.

if it wasn’t for the effects you were feeling from last night, you would chalk it all down to being an extremely vivid wet dream.

but there was no mistake, shotaro osaki fucked you within an inch of your life yesterday night. and judging by the smirk on his lips, his eyes following your every moment, something tells you it wouldn’t be the last time.

guess he wasn’t such a golden boy after all.

#riize #riize imagines #riize imagine #riize x reader #riize scenarios #riize x imagine #riize sungchan #park wonbin #riize smut #jung sungchan #riize angst #riize shotaro #riize anton #riize sohee #riize wonbin #riize seunghan #shotaro imagines #shotaro #osaki shotaro #shotaro x reader #shotaro smut #shotaro fic

[acourtofthought]

The scene where Lucien said Elain was nothing like Jesminda is often used as a big insult thrown at Elucien's.

This was Elain on the day Lucien met her officially for the first time ever.

This is knowledge Lucien has of Elain, information Feyre only recently informed him of:

This is what Lucien thinks, in the first minute of meeting Elain, as he's reflecting on his murdered love:

Upon meeting Elain, did she seem full of laughter? Full of mischief? Did she tease, taunt, or seduce Lucien? Is she choosing Lucien by running into his arms the first moment she meets him?

If the answer to those questions is no then Lucien is thinking nothing but the truth, it's not some insult. In that moment there was nothing about Elain that was like Jesminda and I think the biggest thing he's struggling with is how he knows Elain doesn't want him. He only recently found out there's probably little hope for the two of them since she's engaged. After centuries of believing he lost his mate he finds out that Elain is actually his mate but that gift is not going to matter because she wants someone else.

Do people honestly not understand the level of anguish that Lucien is experiencing in this scene?

There has not been a single female he entertained the idea of having more with in centuries and the one who finally had him thinking of possibilities beyond a single night of fun, the one he fought across courts to ensure her safety, and he realizes in this moment that none of it is going to matter.

E/riels forget that Lucien, not just Elain, is experiencing huge emotions in regards to their bond. They forget that Lucien, not just Elain, was convinced of certain things only to find out that he was wrong. It's all overwhelming, shocking, and where he might have carried the slightest bit of hope of what it would mean when he found her in the NC, his real mate, that hope was crushed with the realization that she made a commitment to another. In this moment, Lucien has basically lost two mates. The female he thought was his mate because she wanted him and he wanted her and the female who is his actual mate but who he now knows wants someone else.

It did not stop Lucien from helping Elain through her depression, from caring about her well being. But you will forgive him if in his first moments of meeting her he wasn't waxing poetic about her charming wit and the melodic laughter that was pouring from her lips as trailed his fingers down his chest.

I will take the Lucien POV scene a thousand times over compared to the Az bonus where had known Elain for over a year yet he was unable to convince Rhys that he was over his feelings for Mor and was unable to reassure him that he wasn't using Elain in the same manner as he would a female at a pleasure hall.

#lucien vanserra #elucien #anti e/riel #pro lucien vanserra #pro elucien

[thesunfyre4446]

We’re supposed to see Rhaenyra making Laenor leave as an act of love Rhaenyra did to free Laenor from the stifling expectations of the crown but it really is such a cold thing to do and an objectification of Laenor.

He isn’t leaving with Qarl of his own will, he’s forcefully exiled. Also, people act like Qarl was the love of his life. Their relationship is so badly written IMO, Qarl gives Laenor, Rhaenyra and their family these looks that could be seen as jealousy. Theres no indication that he truly cares for Laenor, he looks like he just enjoys being the future consorts lover. The viewers (or at least I did) wonder if he’ll betray them… but the writers just don’t go anywhere with that. It was pointless to even film and let these parts stay in the Final Cut. They are pointless when they sail away together never to be heard from again in the next episode. Maybe they filmed different versions and in one Qarl kills Laenor put of jealousy like in the book- the looks he was giving Laenor and family would go with that version. Otherwise they seem like a storyline that was dropped from the episode.

Furthermore there is no indication that Laenor even loves Qarl. Rhaenyra says she’s allowed Laenor to flaunt around with his loverS in plain sight and Alicent says he’s probably entertaining his squireS. They were an open situationship.

Also If Baby Joffrey’s name is any indication, he’s not even remotely over Joffrey.

Rhaenyra didn’t show Laenor any respect at all. We see it first when she calls Joffrey HER son- that is indication that Laenor probably had no real rights as the Strong boys father. She’s uses Laenor’s name, his position, his family’s navy, his inheritance but she has more of a partnership with Harwin than she does with Laenor. She scolds Laenor constantly while carrying on an open relationship with and close proximity to Harwin in plain sight.

She disrespects Laenor even after he is dead. Once Laenor is dead she has her sons stop wearing his house colors and insignia but she wants the protection of his family name and she wants her non Velaryon son to inherit something that’s not his. TB always point to Alicent’s children wearing Green (- which isn’t even her family’s colors, it’s a color that she claimed for herself) and should be wearing the Targaryen colors because that’s their house but they never talk about how from Daemyra’s wedding on forward none of Rhaenyra’s sons wear Velaryon colors anymore. They’re always dressed in red and black, but their house is supposed to be Velaryon?

An argument can be made for Jace as the heir who will someday take the Targaryen name but Joff and Luke especially should be wearing blue. Luke is meant to become the head of house Velaryon in the future, but he wears house Targaryen colors exclusively. Rhaenyra wants the realm to see the Strong boys as Velaryon, she wants the Velaryons to let her son take their ancestral seat with no protests while she shuns the Velaryons and their symbolism from the moment when Laenor dies.

And is a petty personal opinion lol, but I don’t believe a baby Joffrey named his hatchling “Tyraxes”. She could’ve given him a name to honor his dead father and his Dragon, which Laenore named as a nod to his Velaryon heritage, but as with all of her children’s Dragons and even her own Dragons name, it goes along the lines of Rhaenyra’s lifelong Daemon obsession. Caraxes, Syrax, Vermax, Arax and Tyraxes. Vermax for her heir because I she wanted to link Jacaerys to the image Ang legacy of the greatest Targaryen King, Jaehaerys and his Dragon Vermithor along with the ever present link to hers and Daemon’s dragons. Arrax and Tyraxes are in line with that. Tyraxes is basically Syrax and Caraxes if they had a couple name, with the T substituting the S.

Laenor was always just a tool for Rhaenyra to protect her own self and self interests. She wanted him murdered when Laena’s death freed up Daemon and she- a person who has experienced the grief of losing a close family member- condemned him as “useless” to her and the tool she has used to her benefit for a decade becomes an obstacle to get rid of. Not a friend. Not a husband. Not even a beloved cousin. Not her children’s father. Their relationship was never that understanding, fluffy friendship and partnership that people write it as in their fics, tumblr posts and tweets about how much of a perfect family team black is compared to team Green. Laenor- while having privilege as a man was still in a marriage with a big, big power imbalance. People just turn their blinders on to this because it shatters their view of Team Black as flawless.

thank you so much for the thoughtful ask anon! you've made some interesting points!

i do have to point out that rhaenyra said that she and laenor tried to have children, and laenor apologized to her for not loving the boys enough & said that it's his fault. seems like laenor also didn't really want to be involved with rhaenyra & the kids. so it was def mutual lol

and yeah, while corlys is at fault for insisting on keeping luke as his heir, rhaenyra choosing to dress luke in targ red & black for the petition was ... an interesting choice (as opposed to baela wearing blue <3 )

#hotd #house of the dragon #anon asks #anti rhaenyra targaryen #anti team black

[cherryrainn]

Omgigmgmgkgmg imagine striker finding an injured exorcist whom is hurt so bad and she doesn't want to be an exorcist, after awhile she's able to escape being an exorcist and lives with striker in a relationship

𝙎𝙊𝙁𝙏 .

༄ ⠀𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | striker x exorcist! reader.

༄ ⠀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | injury, striker might be a bit ooc

༄ ⠀𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | i have absolutely no clue if you wanted me to make the exorcist a reader or some random exorcist so i just did reader hehe. anyway i'm super proud of this. also i changed the ending up a bit so sorry about that </3

Striker sauntered down the dimly lit alley, his long tail swaying lazily behind him. He was bored out of his fucking mind. He kicked at a pebble, sending it skittering across the pavement as he idly scanned his surroundings.

Turning a corner, his eyes caught sight of something not quite out of the ordinary—a figure slumped against the wall. Striker's first instinct was to ignore it and move on. After all, bloodshed was as common as rain in a storm.

He was about to turn away, but then something caught his eye—something that made him pause in his tracks. The figure was bleeding gold—strange, shimmering rivulets that stood out against the backdrop of darkness. intrigued despite himself, Striker approached cautiously, his curiosity piqued.

As he drew closer, he realized with a start that the figure was an exorcist—her spear lying abandoned beside her, her mask shattered in half.

For a moment, Striker entertained the idea of finishing the exorcist off himself and putting an end to her misery with a swift stroke of her own weapon. But before he could act, a voice pierced the silence, starting him.

"You... you're not going to kill me?" The words were barely a whisper, barely audible above the din of the city.

Striker's gaze snapped to the exorcist, surprised to find her conscious and aware of her surroundings. He remained silent for a moment, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions.

"No," he finally replied, his voice a low growl. "I'm not. Not yet, anyway."

The silence hung heavy between them. Striker could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him, the gravity of his decision sinking in with each passing second. He could easily end her here and now—she was defenseless, powerless to stop him. But something stayed in his hand—something he couldn't quite explain.

"The fuck happened to you?" Striker finally asked, his tone betraying a hint of genuine curiosity.

Her response was a bitter laugh, a hollow sound that echoed through the empty alleyway. "Does it matter?" she muttered, her voice barely audible above the distant rumble of traffic.

Striker fell silent, his grip on the spear loosening slightly as he considered her words. Did it matter? Did anything matter?

And then, just when he least expected it, she spoke again, her voice trembling. "I don't wanna be an exorcist anymore."

Her words hit Striker like a punch to the gut, stirring something deep within him that he couldn't quite name. He never thought he'd ever find an exorcist willing to abandon their calling, willing to forsake everything they had ever known for the chance at a different life.

For a moment, Striker found himself at a loss for words, his mind racing with a million different thoughts and emotions. And then, without a second thought, he made a decision. Fuck, he was crazy.

"Come with me," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "I'll take care of ya."

The exorcist's eyes widened in surprise. "But... why?"

Striker shrugged, his expression unreadable. "I don't know. Call it a moment of weakness."

With that, he gently lifted her into his arms, her weight surprisingly light despite her injuries. careful to avoid drawing attention, Striker maneuvered through the streets, his boots echoing softly against the cobblestones.

They reached his cheap, rundown hotel room without incident. Striker pushed open the window with his foot, the hinges creaking in protest as they entered the cramped space.

Setting her down on the edge of the tub, Striker turned on the faucet, filling it with warm water to soothe her wounds. He rummaged through his meager belongings, searching for his med kit. He can't believe he was doing this. Was he finally going crazy?

"What's yerr name?" He asked, his voice softer now as he located the med kit beneath a pile of dirty clothes.

The exorcist hesitated for a moment, her gaze fixed on her legs. "Y/N," she finally replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Striker nodded, acknowledging her response, responding with a "Striker." before he moved to tend to her wounds. His touch was rough, and as he worked, Y/N winced at the pain of his touch, but she remained silent, enduring it as best she could.

She knew she should be grateful—he was helping her, after all—but she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the roughness of his messages.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Striker finished patching her up, his expression unreadable as he stepped back to survey his handiwork. She took a deep breath, relieved that it was over, and she mustered up the courage to speak.

"Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Striker glanced at her, his eyes narrowing slightly, before he nodded in acknowledgment. "Don't mention it," he replied gruffly, his tone betraying none of the emotions swirling inside him.

With that, Y/N gathered her strength and made her way to the window, her movements slow and unsteady. She knew it was probably time to go anyway.

Before she climbed out of the window, she hesitated, glancing back at Striker one last time. "I'm sorry," she said softly, her voice barely carrying over the distance between them.

Striker said nothing in response, but he watched her go with a sense of resignation.

A few days later, Striker was sauntering down another dim alley, thinking about how much time had been wasted since he’d helped Y/N. Maybe he was getting soft, but the thought of her was lingering in his mind.

Lost in thought, Striker nearly missed her—a figure slouched against the wall, this time with no wings, no halo, not really bleeding anymore but obviously bruised. At first, he didn't recognize her. But then it hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Shit!" he exclaimed, breaking into a run.

Reaching her, he skidded to a halt, his eyes wide with shock and concern. "What happened?" he demanded, his voice laced with genuine worry.

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and she smiled—a soft, sad smile that made Striker's black heart clench in his chest.

"I'm not an exorcist anymore," she said softly.

Striker stared at her, the pieces falling into place. He didn't know much about this heaven shit, but he could only assume one of the higher-ups had ripped her wings and halo off like some fucking sicko. So much for being good.

For a moment, Striker was at a loss for words, his mind reeling from the revelation. And then, without thinking, he reached out, pulling Y/N into a tight embrace, as if he could shield her from whatever she must be feeling.

"Fuck 'em," he muttered against her hair, his voice rough with emotion. "You're better off without 'em."

Y/N buried her face in his chest, her tears soaking through the fabric of his jacket. And as they sat there, clinging to each other in the dim light of the alley, Striker realized he didn't give a damn about getting soft.

Sometimes, he thought, moments of weakness weren't such a bad thing after all.

#STRIKER #striker #helluva boss #striker helluva boss #helluva boss striker #helluva boss x reader #striker x reader #helluva boss striker x reader #y/n #reader insert #x reader #ask #hazbin hotel

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 14

chapter 25:

1. james accepting his own death will forever and always be heartbreaking

2. “Though, honestly, James had meant it when he said that he wishes it had been Regulus. Maybe it's a strange, pyschosexual thing, but he feels like he's sort of been flirting with Regulus and his daggers this entire time, so to be stabbed by him would surely have been more satisfying. Regulus would have made sure James felt it, adrenaline or not. He isn't sure why that's so attractive to him, but it really is. Maybe James is in shock. Maybe James actually does have a knife kink. Maybe James is just in love, and he wants anything he can get from Regulus, even if it's literal death.”

ik this is a big chunk of quote, but like what. james. james. james my boy. these are wild thoughts to have. also, you definitely have a knife kink, but only for regulus. not on anyone else. james. you. dear, wtf (i love you) 😀 sir.

3. god, james is so earnest on his death bed. i am also, fyi dramatically sobbing

4. shit shit shit shit no. SIRIUS!!! SOMEONE!! HELP SIRIUS! HES LOSING HIS BEST FRIEND AND HE IS NOT OKAY

5. zar is correct. it is sock-sock-shoe-shoe. that is the correct way.

6. 😀😧 regulus is troy. not the trojan horse, but instead troy. i-

7. “James is dying, and Regulus hates him. James is dying, and Regulus loves him. James is dying, and Regulus hates and loves him, because they were always one and the same.”

stop no, this is actually cruel. this is heartless. i don’t know how someone with a good conscious or loving heart could write this

8. god no shit no. i finally stopped sobbing. then there was the line about james asking reg to go to dinner with his parents because effie and monty are used to feeding two kids. i- shit. shit. no

9. HE’S TELLING REG TO TAKE BACK THE HAT??? NO THIS IS CRUEL

10. i actually want to quote this entire chapter, but i cannot do that. so therefore i would like to offer up my tears. and reg deciding there’s no point in going home if james potter wasn’t with him, because james potter was his home

11. 😐 he threw food away, but kept the handcuffs? reg dear, wtf

12. REG IS GONNA SACRIFICE HIMSELF TO LET JAMES GO HOME?? HELL NAW

13. HE CALLED JAMES BABY??? AGAIN??? (fwi i have voice recorded and sent sobbing over this fic to my irl marauders friend. hi iko!!)

14. 😟😟 oh god damn. he actually went in the crimson river. wait shit. how the hell is he gonna survive this?

15. “In his panic, in his haze of pain, it's Sirius he instinctively calls for.” 😀😀 just rip out my heart, it would be less painful

16. THE VENOM!! THE THREAT TO KILL HIMSELF IF HE DOESN’T GET REGULUS BACK!! THIS IS LITERATURE AT ITS FINEST

17. regulus is just tossed out the fucking river. they both survive. lmao this is kinda funny

18. not the symbol of the hallows being the deathly hallows. yikes.

19. i’m kinda disappointed that slughorn gets a POV cause like, that POV needs to be given to one of my faves, so they can be guaranteed to live.

20. dorcas my beloved. she’s such a bad bitch

21. okay wait, i might actually grow to like slughorn as a character. he’s being brought to the phoenix. so like, maybe he’ll be super helpful

22. LMAOOO DORCAS MY QUEEN!! “”How does it feel gamemaker? … Are you entertained?”” AHHHHHHHHH

23. unnamed woman: my guess is mcgonagal

24. after reading the authors notes, i realize we have been blessed. zar decided that reg would not die in the arena. and thank fucking god. thank god. i would not be okay if i read ahb then this. yikes

#marauders #regulus black #james potter #fanfic #jegulus #sirius black #dorcas meadowes #horace slughorn #crimson rivers #sunseeker #starchaser

[wings-of-fire-confessions]

ultimate ship confession lets go (well not really but here's what i think):

cleril: isn't in a great place right now, but it has potential to be good. i like them a little more platonically. people need to stop ignoring peril's character development omg.

glorybringer: i'm too tired to care at this point. this has been debated to death. 

blacier: it's kind of cute (well, the fandom version is; canon is more toxic and that's less of my thing. good for you if you like that though). no strong opinions.

jamapple: POSSIBLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE SHIPS 💖💖💖💖 they got their spotlight in OND BOOK and that's all they needed to win me over. the flashback to them snuggling in the hammock????? MY HEARTTTTT 💕💕💕💕💞

mastermind x chameleon: i have seen this shipped maybe twice. and i can't get it out of my head. it's just so interesting to me.

winter x kinkajou: wait...... maybe? a part of me thinks they could be cute, but most of me says pass.

ripnami: somewhat has potential; is currently very boring and questionable. i'm not against tsunami having a love interest, but i'm loosing faith in riptide. riptide i KNOW you can become interesting please do literally anything before you bore me to death.

lunatail: they're adorable together!!! obsessed with them omg. people need to talk about them more (for my sake).

clearsight x sunstreak: no opinions; seems fine. i feel like most of the people who hate this ship hate it because they wanted clearsight and darkstalker to get together. which. 🤨

moonbli: it's just okay. a little cute, slightly bland. could get better as they develop their relationship.

quinter: i normally love these types of dynamics, but i'm not interested in quinter? no idea why. i guess like them more platonically.

sunnyflight: uhhh no. don't like this one. i think sunny kindly shutting starflight down and him being okay with that is very refreshing.

whiteout x thoughtful: i feel like people forget about them a lot..... and i can see why. i really think it's cute how they're both artists, but they just don't have much momentum.

glacier x boa: i find this one is more compelling than blacier. glacier crying when she heard boa's backstory... girl me too.

smolder x thorn: i started to appreciate this one so much more when i read smolder's section in the guidebook. that man was a sopping wet disaster. hope they're happy together. i really like them.

sunnyspeaker: seems very cute! no strong opinions. i'd feel a little bad for starflight lmao.

mangrove x orchid: 💖💖💖💖💖💖 I LOVE THEM AND I NEED TO KNOW HOW THEY'RE DOING.

anemone x tamarin: anemone SERIOUSLY needs a good influence, so i think tamarin would be good for her. i'm very curious and i want to see their relationship develop.

winterwatcher: ehhhhhh. i can see the vision, but the vision isn't for me.

scarlet x burn: no. love LOOSES 🔥🔥🔥 the only love for burn is BLOODSHED.

starspeaker: it's cute. that's it. idk. i used to not like them together, but now i think they're fine.

sunlow: 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 THEMMMM!!!! the flashback to their first meeting had me giggling and kicking my feet.

darksight: no. their relationship was very interesting and complex and well written, but from a shipping standpoint??? no way in HELL.

kinkajou x moon: it's cute! no strong opinions. stuck between whether i would like them more as friends or lovers.

clearsight x listener: fun to entertain, but i like them better as friends. if clearsight stayed on pyrrhia, listener would've turned her into a wine mom and they would gossip.

lynxfall: no strong opinions. they're both gay as hell and seem right for each other, but i'm just not really interested. again, no idea why.

anemone x pike: i DO like the bodyguard trope... but anemone x tamarin has more potential in my eyes.

blicket: kind of a guilty pleasure for me....... YES it was rushed but they're really cute this each other. luna imagining that wedding tapestry of them...... melting my heart.

umber x qibli: sounds cute. i like the idea of umber crushing on qibli and then finding someone else though.

turtlejou: meh. has a little potential, but is mostly boring to me. i appreciate how kinkajou was honest with turtle about her feelings at the end.

blister x morrowseer: idk. if they were married i think they would try to poison kill each other 24/7.

carnelian x moon: ehhhh, not for me. i don't like it that much. maybe because carnelian is kind of an eh character to me (SORRYYY i know a lot of you guys are carnelian girlies).

fathom x indigo: glad they got a happy ending. wish we got to see them interact a liiiiiiiiitle more, but i like them.

pertle: no. they're besties and you can't change my mind.

snowfall x sky: thought about this one for a while...... but..... ehhhhhhhhhhhhh...... no.

coral x blister: no.

jambringer: again, very fun to entertain; i can see the vision. but i can't abandon the jamapple ship 😤

arcticslayer: probably one of the most realistic relationships in the book. very conflicted about them. i think they were more attracted to the ideas of each other. maybe.

ok i KNOW there's more ships but i'm cutting it off here because this is getting long. also i haven't read the winglets so idk what's going on over there.

if you're hurt by my opinions and want to rage over them, you're a baby. ship whatever you want (so long as it's not really really weird); i do NOT care.

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#wings of fire confessions #wof confessions #wof #wings of fire #shipping

[jungkookschin]

demigod trials: lust of ichor | five

synopsis: you and jungkook are invited to an extravagant party on mount olympus, ofc you're gonna go all out !

word count: 10k

pairings: son of ares!taehyung x daugher of heaphaestus!reader

genre: cute, SMUT (non explicit), fluff, action

warnings: mentions of apollo being creepy :( (watches jk and yn during seggs), mentions of killing, lots of action

author's note: sooo im back!! this is gonna be very fluffy, but.... the next few chapters are going to be action packed!!

demigod trials masterlist

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | 3.5 | four | five

Your eyes sleepily gloss over the invitation. 

You are invited to our 2000th year anniversary party on Mount Olympus!

A+H

The invitation is made from gold leaf parchment paper, with intricate swirls decorating its edges,  fit only for a Mount Olympus event. 

All you can do is sigh. Of course the gods, in their pretentious nature, would take the time to throw an opulent and extravagant party for a couple who aren’t even together- Aphrodite has been cheating on your father Hephaestus with Jungkook’s father Ares for thousands of years. 

You glance at Jungkook, who can’t help but laugh when you roll your eyes into your skull.  You daintily fall back onto the pillow like the true inferno princess you are before pulling the sheets to your chin. Jungkook puts a knee on the bed, using his palm to sweep back your hair- revealing your pretty forehead. 

“Big ass forehead,” he mumbles, booping your nose with his pointer finger when you start pouting. 

After fourteen hours of sleep in the Hypnos cabin, you’re as revitalized as if you’ve been kissed by Morpheus himself. The sun seeps through the curtains and casts an otherworldly glow on your man, who looks as handsome as ever as he peers down on you with love (even with the toothpaste dripping from his mouth).

Jungkook saunters back into the restroom to spit into the sink, cleaning his mouth before setting his toothbrush on the edge of the sink. He clumsily grabs toner from his bag, splashing it onto his palms before he pats the serum into his face. 

You turn on your side, your eyes glazing over him as he looks into the mirror, thoroughly completing his (probably unnecessary) meticulous skin care regiment. And you don’t mean to succumb to misogyny by shaming him for doing something that would otherwise be considered feminine- you’re suggesting that it’s unnecessary because he’s already perfect. 

Jungkook is quite literally half-god. He’s handsome- unbelievably so and you really really think that he’ll continue to be his perfect self for the rest of eternity. He certainly doesn’t need to pat chemicals into his skin to look better. 

His gaze trails towards you, “What? I can’t try to look good for my girl?”

You know he’s half-joking, but you don’t have the heart to even entertain it. “You’re already handsome,” you respond, “You’re perfect. Most handsome guy I’ve ever seen,” you say sitting up on the bed as you rake your fingers through your hair. 

He looks at you from where he’s standing in the bathroom. “Gods, stop being so cute.”

With that, he crawls onto the bed, his face dangerously close to yours as he kisses you. His big strong hands find solace on your upper back as he gently lays you on the bed, lips never leaving yours.

He smothers you with his lips, not even letting you breathe. He laughs, removing his tongue from your mouth before he puckers against your lips and just sloppily shakes his head from side to side.

You giggle against his lips, unable to catch a breath when he sucks your tongue into his mouth. You can’t breathe, but that’s okay. When Jungkook kisses you, you feel so complete, so full that you don’t even need oxygen to survive. He gets you all discomposed, and warm and you love it. Maybe you have an asphyxiation kink or something. 

And apparently he does something to you because it induces a physical reaction from you and  you end up blowing out the tiniest of flames from your nose. The slightest gasp leaves your lips. 

Jungkook pulls back, brows furrowing slightly while he stares down at you. 

You theatrically pout, “I don’t know what happened.”

“Someone’s hot and bothered,” he teases, “Lemme fix that for you baby,” he coos, using his pointer finger and thumb to plug your nose.

Leave it to Jungkook to stick his fingers into your nose. Any normal person would complain about germs blah blah blah or say it’s disgusting blah blah blah but Jungkook isn’t a normal person- he is crazily in love. Compared to slaying monsters in Tartarus? Sticking his fingers in your nose was nothing. He’d wipe your ass with his bare hands if warranted.

“That’s disgusting,” you say, holding onto his wrist.

He mocks you in a nasally voice. “That’s disgusting. Shut up. Let’s go take a shower.”

At that, you instantly perk up. It’s only a well known, common fact that all men look better when they’re wet. And it’s not like you check out other men besides Jungkook, but it’s just a fact. 

Maybe it’s something in the water, but whenever a man re-emerges from water, he somehow transforms into a better version of his normal, ugly, man-like self. Consider it the baptism of allure, where droplets of water enhance masculine features and draw out irresistible magnetism. 

He always emerges from Taehyung’s pool with water dripping from his hair, down his ripping abs, lower, and lower, and you have to resist the urge to lick each and every droplet up. But now, your eyes are only on Jungkook so you instantly perk up, nodding like a puppy when he makes the suggestion. 

He raises his brows at you, beckoning you towards him, and you instantly follow him, throwing your (his) shirt off to join him in the shower. 

Sometimes, you lose yourself in Jungkook. In a world where you’re consistently exposed to monsters who want to eat you, Olympians who want to take advantage of you, and primordial gods who want to kill you for entering their domain (😃),  Jungkook is your solace. 

He holds you like you’re the wings of Icarus, lifting you with a tender strength that dares to defy earthly constraints as he lifts you towards the sun, towards celestial heights. To Jungkook, you are more precious than every ancient relic the gods send demigods on quests after, and he will treat you with such care. 

Another thing is, Jungkook is obsessed with your body- and not because your physical features fall in line with societal standards- but because it’s yours. Every curve, line, and proportion is there because of the things your everyday mannerisms- slashing your sword against his during play fights, slamming your hammer against your anvil,  or running around the training grounds at Camp Half-Blood. 

And with all the training you do, one would think that you would at least come close to his strength, but for some reason you don’t even hold a candle, which is how he easily holds you up, your back pressed against the shower walls with your legs hooked around his waist.

The way Jungkook loves is fiery, hot, intense, just like the way he drinks you up, not allowing you to catch a breath; he doesn’t care if you end up breathing fire into his mouth because he knows he can take it.

When he’s satisfied with your lips, he easily hoists you up, legs resting on your shoulders so he can devour your essence. His eyes remain on you, melting at the way your eyes roll back when he sucks on you just right. 

It’s been years since he’s done this, and he vividly remembers how you just can’t remain composure when Jungkook plays with your body just right. Your eyes are lidded, and you’re losing yourself in pleasure, the sweetest moans leaving your lips.

Jungkook is so good at this, knows how to manipulate your body just right to elicit the sweetest pleasure from your body. “Play with yourself,” he instructs, to which you instantly gush, your hands weakly coming up to tweak at your chest. 

Jungkook’s chest tightens at that. He wants to draw out every inch of pleasure possible, and that’s exactly what he does. When he finally takes you, his eyes remain on yours, and he tells you to keep your eyes open every time they squeeze from pleasure. 

You grab his face, eyes sultrily following his lips, nose, and eyes. “I want to be with you here, forever.” You draw his face to yours, kissing him languidly, and Jungkook thinks he’ll finish right then and there. 

The water cascades down your bodies, falling into your mouths and into every crevice of your body, and right then you’re content. 

-

Jungkook knows that you get tired after sex, so when he sees all the indicators: your eyes becoming lidded, your posture becoming disoriented- he catches you when you fall into his arms. He smiles to himself, can’t believe that you fell asleep right there in the middle of the shower with the warm water falling on your skin. 

Sleeping with wet hair is a no-no, so he carries you bridal style from the shower and to the bed, letting your rest between your legs and against his chest while he uses a hair dryer to dry your hair. You’re out like a light, and he’s okay with that because all he really wants for you is to get as much rest and peace as possible.  

He uses Hypnos’ Sleepy Milk to sedate you further- to the point where you’re snoring with your eyes and mouth open, another indicator that you aren’t going to wake up in a while.  

Who knows what’s yet to come? Sooner or later, you’ll make a trip to the  Underworld to look for the missing children of Hades- or worse- you’ll return to Tartarus to finally face your final foe. 

While you’re with him, the very least he can do is give you pleasure and peace. His girl has saved the world multiple times, she doesn’t need to be a superhero when she’s with him. 

The truth is, during your 14 hours of blissful sleep the previous, Jungkook didn’t get a wink. He refused to take a sip of Hypnos’s sleeping potion. Jungkook always tells you to rest- demigods aren’t invincible, but he’s a hypocrite in the sense that he actually believes that he doesn’t need to sleep.

Being the child of  the war god, he inherits not only the genetic makeup of a warrior capable of staying awake for days, but also the discipline to function without the need for sleep. 

He loves you to death, but you’re incredibly stubborn. He knows that you’ll put yourself in danger if it means saving your friends’ lives, and he simply isn’t going to let that happen. 

During the war with Gaia, he wasn’t smart enough to defeat the primordial goddess- but this time he’ll be prepared. 

Jungkook thinks he’ll stay up a little longer, tweaking his battle plans to perfection, but a simple glance your way disorients him completely. Even with the sleeping potion coursing through your body, you reach towards him, mumbling the drowsiest and cutest “Sleep with me, Kook.”

Okay… maybe he does need sleep. 

He has no choice but to oblige, joining you under the covers while he holds you to his chest, limbs intertwined and hearts beating in unison. 

-

Abruptly your eyes snap open, and you find yourself in Tartarus. The jagged terrain and blood red sky are instantly recognizable, but the air feels heavier, infused with a sense of dread that grips your chest. The pointed cliffs loom overhead, casting desolate shadows across the horizon. 

During yours and Jungkook’s trip to Tartarus, you encountered the Arai. 

According to Greek mythology, the Arai are vengeful spirits that lay in Tartarus, embodying curses and grievances. With every strike Jungkook delivered to an Arai, he willingly absorbed the curse they carried.

When the spirits encircled you during your first trip to Tartarus, it took you a minute to figure out what exactly the spirits were. Jungkook slashed at the first Arai, which turned out to embody the curse of unending agony.

 The curse manifested as excruciating pain that caused Jungkook’s muscles to spasm uncontrollably. He instantly fell to the ground, writhing in pain- you had never seen him like that. 

The excruciation twisted his features into agony, his breaths ragged and shallow as he struggled against the torment. Nearly driven to the brink of unconsciousness, he somehow overcame the sensation, summoning every ounce of his inner strength to rise to his feet. 

With the greatest determination, he unleashed a flurry of strikes, dispatching each Arai with swift precision. 

In other words, it was traumatizing. He took on every curse each Arai embodied, and it almost killed him. 

You felt so useless; you hadn’t a clue how to contribute because you were paralyzed with fear. You genuinely thought he was going to die in your arms until he didn’t. He rose to his feet like nothing happened and you both continued on your mission to the Doors of Death. 

Shift back to present day. 

As you turn your gaze 90 degrees, you behold yourself (Mark) and Jungkook (Jungwon) ensnared within the encircling grasp of the Arai yet again. You were so lost in Jungkook you forgot that you just condemned your own brother to the depths of Tartarus in your stead. 

You scream at Mark and Jungwon who are disguised as you and Jungkook to run. After years of studying Tartarus, you still aren’t sure how Jungkook overcame the Arai and you’d rather not take your chances with Mark and Jungwon.

Nonetheless, Mark and Jungwon should be aware of what the Arai are, and you think everything’s going to be okay until Jungwon unsheathes his sword Cataclysm and slashes at an Arai, falling to his feet and writhing in agony just as Jungkook did years before. 

You scream, but you’re paralyzed with fear, rendering you unable to move.

Mark looks around in confusion, his expression shifting as he witnesses Jungwon's sudden collapse. 

Desperation tugs at your senses as you try to muster the strength to move, to intervene somehow, but again, fear renders you immobile. 

“Y/N wake up!” Suddenly, Jungkook’s urgent voice cuts through Tartarus’s sky, amplifying in volume before it penetrates the atmosphere. 

With a jolt, your eyes snap open, and in an instant Tartarus dissipates like a fleeting dream and is replaced with the cozy blankets of Hypnos’s cabin. 

Blinking rapidly, you find yourself lying in bed, the soft glow of the setting sun filtering through the window. The echoes of Jungkook's voice still reverberate in your mind, your head fuzzy and unclear as you process what you just witnessed.

As awareness floods back into your senses, you take in the surroundings—the cozy warmth of the blankets cocooning you, the faint scent of lavender wafting through the air from nearby candles, and the reassuring presence of Jungkook by your side.

With a steadying breath, you turn towards him, finding solace in the way he cradles your face and looks down on you with concern. His eyes search for yours for any sign of distress, and relief washes over you as you realize you’re with him.

"Are you alright?" Jungkook's voice is soft, laced with genuine worry as he reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face.

You nod, offering him a reassuring smile despite the lingering unease that clings to your thoughts. 

You pause. 

“Fuck, Jungkook!”

The urgency in your voice is palpable as you discard the blanket with a swift motion of your forearm.

“We need to get to Bunker 9,” you insist, your voice laced with desperation as you pluck your discarded clothes from the ground. You hastily begin to dress yourself, pulling your panties through your legs as images of Jungwon and Mark with the Arai flood your mind. 

“I had a dream,” you explain, tripping as you shove your legs through your pant holes. Luckily, Jungkook catches you, like he always does.

“Jungwon and Mark met the Arai, Jungkook. They’re not going to survive- I mean I thought that you killed them all when we were there, but clearly they’re still in Tartarus and they’re about to curse our brothers and they could die. We need to get there immediately- we shouldn’t have ever sent them in our place in the first place-”

Lost in your urgency, you're unaware of your own rambling until Jungkook's puzzled expression catches your attention. He retrieves his phone, presenting you with a screen displaying the data transmitted by Mark and Jungwon's rings. “It says that they’re still falling,” he explains, “falling into Tartarus, I mean,” he elaborates when your eyebrows furrow. 

You hastily throw a shirt over your head, before letting out a breathless “What?” 

Jungkook sighs, sitting on the bed before pulling you onto his lap. “Baby, I think you’re anxious.”

“Of course I am!” you groan, “We spent the whole day fucking instead of doing anything!” you mumble in distress, closing your eyes when Jungkook gives you a comforting squeeze. 

“You needed to rest,” Jungkook reasons, “Nothing’s going to get done if you’re not in the proper state of mind. When we get to Olympus for the anniversary party, we can get extra intel about the children of Hades,” he states matter of factly, the confidence in his voice assuaging you and bringing you down from your anxious high. 

You gulp. “Is that tonight?” 

“Mm-hmm,” you feel Jungkook hum into your neck. 

“Fuck, they don’t give us any time,” you grumble.

“That’s a good thing, baby. You have more time to get ready. We’ll leave in an hour.” With that, his large hand cradles your chin and he turns your head towards him, capturing your lips in a deep kiss, taking your breath away. 

He pulls back, closing his eyes as he rests his forehead against yours. “You need to breathe,” he urges, “You’re not in this alone. You have all of us looking out for you. You have me. I’d never let anything happen to you-”

“What about Mark and Jungwon?”

“I’d never let anything happen to them either,” he declares, “Now get ready baby. You need to be in the right state of mind if we’re going to investigate Olympus.” 

He gives you one last comforting smile and you can’t help but grab his face to kiss him again. Gods, you love this man. 

-

Everybody knows that if you want a makeover, you can head to the Aphrodite cabin for a full glam makeover for the reasonable price of 5 drachmas.

When Aphrodite kids graduate from Camp Half-Blood and choose to live in the mortal world, they typically become celebrity stylists, word-class MUA’s, or nail techs for the hugest pop stars.

Luckily, the Aphrodite cabin is a few strides away from the Hypnos cabin, so after tiptoeing out of the Hypnos cabin (to not wake anybody up), you join hands with Jungkook to knock on the door 18+ Aphrodite Cabin. 

The 18+ Aphrodite Cabin is akin to a real life Barbie Dreamhouse. 

As visitors come near the cabin's entrance, they see a lovely doorway with flowers all around it. Wisteria vines wrap around the frame, with clusters of lavender flowers hanging down. Pots filled with ivy and petunias sit by the door, making the scene even more charming and magical.

The sun is setting, and the Aphrodite garden looks beautiful- the kids say one hasn’t truly experienced Camp Half-Blood without taking a peek at the Aphrodite garden. 

You’ve also heard that deep within the garden lies a popular makeout spot for the kids- but honestly you’re too old for that and you don’t wanna know about it. 

The door to the Aphrodite cabin swings open, and you’re met with none other than Vivian. Vivian, daughter of Aphrodite, is around the same age as you and Jungkook, making her one of the oldest girls in the Aphrodite cabin. 

She is the epitome of a daughter of Aphrodite- her skin practically glows with radiance and her features appear like they were delicately sculpted by Aphrodite herself. While some of the Aphrodite kids are certainly stuck up,  Vivian was not among them. Sure, she was snarky at times, but nothing she ever says is with malicious intent. 

The thing is, Jungkook used to fuck around with so many Aphrodite girls, and you just can’t remember if she was one of those girls. 

You whip your head towards Jungkook, frowning with suspicion when he seems overly fascinated with the wisteria vines hanging from the walls. 

You sigh. 

“Hey Viv,” you greet, giving her a friendly hug, “We’re going to a party on Olympus in like- an hour. Can you help us get ready? I know it’s super last minute but-”

She drops her jaw, giving you the Are you serious? look. “Can I help you get ready? Don’t you know we pay people to wear AphroditeWear at fancy events? The Grammy’s, the Oscars.. So a party on Mount Olympus would be…. amazing.”

You smile. “Thanks Viv. Can you squeeze my fiance in too?” you ask, gesturing towards Jungkook. 

Vivan freezes, and she meets eyes with Jungkook. You feel a tangible shift in the atmosphere and it fills you with the faintest sense of unease. 

Nonetheless, Vivian’s features soften and she pulls you in for another hug. “Congratulations Y/N. I’m glad you guys finally made it official. I can take care of you and I’ll have Michael do a fitting with Jungkook.”

You thank her and she smiles with the utmost hospitality, opening the door wider for you and Jungkook to enter. Jungkook holds the door open for you, giving Vivian a tight-lipped smile, “Thanks, Vivian.”

Not the government name. 

Jungkook is immediately whisked away by Michael, a son of Aphrodite who is seemingly in charge of men’s styling while you are sat down at the salon. 

You brush the nonexistent dust from your pants and take a deep breath before you look around. 

The salon is amazing, with plush seating, ornate areas, and soft candlelight. There’s a skincare section, spa chairs for manis and pedis, and of course, the hair styling chair, where you’re currently sitting. 

Vivian doesn’t waste time, curling your hair into voluminous curls that cascade down your shoulders. She applies makeup to  accentuate your features with a subtle smokey eye and a hint of rosy blush that adds a touch of warmth to your complexion. 

“I heard some shit is going down at Camp Jupiter,” Viv starts, “You’ve gone through so much, I imagine that you’d be desensitized to- like- emotion,” she shrugs. 

Your lips curl up slightly. You get what she means. After literally experiencing death, seeing your friends die in battle, and saving the world three times, you’ve seen a lot. Sometimes, you do feel like you’re heartless- or you don’t have the capacity to feel. 

You used to think that you wouldn’t feel as devastated if your friends died in war because of the dozens of close calls. Perhaps Jungkook changed the tide. You don’t think the intensity of your feelings of him ever changed- you just got good at not letting them affect you. 

“But you seem pretty in love, so I guess not,” Vivian shrugs, shaking a bottle of hairspray.

You tilt your head, “How can you tell?”

“Oh please, I’m a daughter of Aphrodite. I can tell you’re head over heels,” she smiles, spraying your hair with the hairspray. “It makes me happy seeing you happy,” she continues, “You locked yourself up in the forge for like a year and nobody ever saw you. We all thought you were depressed.”

You laugh at that. 

“Oh by the way,” Vivian continues, “I heard a rumor that one of my sisters is dating one of your brothers,” she points out. 

“What? No way. Who?”

“Mark,” she promptly responds, “I think I can sense that she and Mark have something going on, I just know it.”

You shake your head. “Mark is single. I’m 1000% sure. There’s no way he would date someone without telling me.”

Vivian tilts her head, “Are you sure you’re not being naive? Mark might be a freak-”

“Gods, never say that in front of me again.”

Vivian giggles, and the conversation continues with ease. 

You itch to ask Vivian about whether or not- in simple terms- she fucked your man. 

As his fiancée, you feel like you have a legitimate interest in knowing all the raunchy details of  his past relationships. Still, the last person you want to be is the overbearing partner who interrogates everyone (and everything) about his past relationships. 

Jungkook  is with you, and he loves you. You have absolutely nothing to worry about. 

It’s just that Viv is so pretty, lovely, and graceful. She’s quite literally the daughter of the goddess of beauty while your father is known for being so hideously ugly that his mother threw him off Mount Olympus. 

Vivian’s words pull you from your trance. “So what color dress are you thinking?” she calls from Aphrodite’s closet, which is stocked with luxurious dresses and gowns. 

You bite your lip nervously, staring at your reflection in the mirror. Honestly, you haven’t inherited any of your father’s ugly genes, but Viv objectively did look better than you. 

“I think gold would look nice on you,” she adds, “You can never go wrong with a sexy gold evening gown.”

She unveils a stunning gown made from shimmering gold mesh, featuring an elegant sweetheart neckline. Adorned with glittering embellishments, this dress leaves a magical trail of fairy dust with every  step. The bodice and lower regions of the dress are discreetly covered, while the remainder delicately reveals sheer fabric, adding a touch of allure to its design. 

“She’s not wearing that,” Jungkook strides into the room, fitted with a charcoal-gray suit. The jacket is slim and modern cut, accentuating his broad shoulders while his crisp white button up adds a hint of elegance. 

He looks incredibly handsome, and it nearly takes your breath away. 

Vivian gives Jungkook a distasteful look. “And why wouldn’t she wear it? You’re going to a party on Mount Olympus. She needs something extravagant.”

Jungkook marches over to you, placing a protective hand on your shoulder. “It's too revealing.”

You lock eyes with Viv for a mere second before she rolls her eyes to the back of her skull. “Never thought you were the conservative type, Jeon- but whatever, do as you please. I think Y/N would look nice in it.”

Jungkook looks at you and bends down to give you the softest of kisses. “You look so pretty, baby.”

“You too,” you whisper back, “But Jungkook, can’t I try it on?” You pout at him slightly, looking up at him with puppy eyes.

Normally, Jungkook doesn’t care about your choice of attire, but there are a few aspects that leave him with unease. 

For one, this particular party is being held on Mount Olympus with various gods- gods with lustful gazes that have free reign to do whatever they want whenever they want. 

After Rose, daughter of Apollo, tackled you at Camp Jupiter and accused you of trying to sleep with her father, he knew that even the gods had their eyes on you, which bothered him immensely. 

It’s like he’s pulled from a trance. 

“No.”

You frown at him. “What?”

“You’re not wearing the dress, Y/N. Find something else.”

“But I like the dress, Jungkook,” you counter. 

“You can wear it. With me. In the Ares cabin. But you’re not wearing it to Olympus.”

Your jaw drops. “I don’t need your permission to do anything! I can wear what I want whenever I want. I’m my own person!”

Jungkook sighs, running his palm over his facial features, “Okay, then wear the dress. But as your fiance, I would appreciate it if you didn’t wear it. It’s up to you.”

“Oh c’mon asshole,” Vivian cuts in, “Just let her try it on.”

You nod in concurrence. “C’mon Kook, please?”

His gaze softens as he sweetly gazes down at you, torn between his protective instincts and his desire to see you happy. With a sigh, he relents, knowing that you'll try it on regardless of his opinion. "It’s up to you," he murmurs, his hand tenderly brushing against your cheek.

You smile gratefully and nod, appreciating his concern. "It’ll look good," you assure him, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lips.

Of course he knows it’ll look good. That isn’t the concern. 

After all, Jungkook is getting stronger each day, and he would gladly kill a god for checking you out with lustful eyes. 

He locks eyes with Vivian, who raises her brows, frowning, “Aren’t you going to leave?”

Jungkook scowls. “What? I can be in here while she’s changing. She’s the future mother of my kids.”

Vivian’s features curl in distaste. “Okay, well it’s against policy for men to be in girls’ changing rooms so you need to leave.”

Jungkook nonchalantly shrugs. “Who cares? We saved the world twice- just let us be.”

Vivian's frustration boils over and she shoots him a pointed glare. “You always start shit then act like you didn’t just start shit!"

Jungkook scoffs, “Who’s starting shit? What I care about is my fiance and whether or not she feels comfortable in this dress,” he enunciates, redirecting his attention towards you, his words becoming softer and sweeter, “Go on and change babygirl, I’ll be waiting here.”

You blink your lashes, entirely confused for the situation at hand, but you still follow Viv towards the changing rooms, holding your tongue before you say anything you regret. 

Vivian looks peeved as ever, smoothing out the dress gently, a direct juxtaposition to the way she curses between gritted teeth.  “Gods, I hate that guy,” she seethes. 

She takes a moment to collect herself before sighing deeply. “Sorry Y/N. He’s good to you and that’s all that matters,” she expresses with sincerity, instructing you to swivel around to wrap the fabric around your frame. 

You shake your head. “No…” you murmur, “It’s fine. I just wanna know what the beef is… I guess,” you finally bring yourself to ask. 

Viv releases a soft gasp, “That’s right,” she exclaims, like she’s reached a damning realization, “You don’t know what happened.”

You purse your lips and prepare yourself for what’s coming. 

“While you were on Olympus for your internship, that  motherfucker lit our garden on fire! He damn near almost burned down the entire garden! Girl, it was a whole thing. The Ares and Aphrodite cabins were at war. Shit only cleared up when Ares and Aphrodite themselves visited Camp Half-Blood and Aphrodite restored our garden.”

You blink, processing everything before you burst into the hugest smile. 

“Hey!” Viv exclaims, swatting at your bicep, “It’s not funny!”

You force your lips into a straight line, traces of your smile still bursting through the cracks. You wrap your hand around the circumference of her wrist. “No, it’s not that,” you explain, “I just thought that- that you and Jungkook may have, you know…”

Viv takes a moment to process your words before she gasps the loudest gasp you’ve ever heard. “Absolutely not!” she exclaims. 

“Back in high school, Jungkook sister-hopped Seraphina and Lillian,” Vivian continues, “We all made a binding vow to never let him date any of us again.”

You playfully shake your head at the thought. It’s almost unfathomable to picture the entire Aphrodite cabin gathering to scheme against Jungkook. 

“He didn’t want any of us anyways. He’s only ever wanted you. I think the entire camp knows that.” The way she smiles at you is almost motherly, and a wave of fondness washes over you. 

“He had a girlfriend for like a year after I died,” you point out. 

She scoffs, “Oh please. We all know that Sof was a rebound. Love her, but she was a rebound.”

As Vivian finishes adjusting the straps of your gown, her expression softens, and she meets your gaze with a  smile. "But enough about him. Let's focus on you and make sure you feel amazing in this dress."

You nod, grateful for her understanding and support. Vivian would always be Vivian "Thank you, Viv.”

Moments later, you emerge from the dressing room, the golden gown hugging your curves and shimmering under the lights. Jungkook's breath catches in his throat as he takes in your breathtaking appearance, his chest tightening from how beautiful you are .

"You look stunning," he breathes, stepping forward to take your hand in his. "Absolutely breathtaking."

A blush tinges your cheeks as you twirl in front of him, the sheer fabric dancing around you like a cascade of golden sunlight. "Do you really think so?" you ask, a hint of uncertainty in your voice.

Jungkook's eyes soften as he cups your face in his hands, his gaze unwavering. "Of course, stupid," he murmurs, voice filled with love despite him calling you stupid. His thumb brushes gently against your cheek. "But more importantly, you feel comfortable, right?"

You nod, motioning towards Vivian. "I feel great, all thanks to Viv," you say, prompting Jungkook.

Jungkook smiles at Vivian, expressing his gratitude. "Thank you for helping her," he says sincerely, before turning his gaze back to you, admiration evident in his eyes.

In that moment, you realize the depth of Jungkook's love for you – you’re always his first priority. 

Vivian gives you one last hug and sends you on your way towards Olympus. 

-

You and Jungkook have done this thousands of times. The quickest way to get to Mount Olympus is through the Empire State Building, of course.

Camp Half-Blood, situated along the shores of Long Island, is approximately a twenty-minute drive from the Empire State Building—though with Jungkook's motorcycle, the journey can be completed in just ten minutes

On Jungkook's 18th birthday, his father Ares bestowed upon him a celestial bronze Rolex watch that could transform into a motorcycle with a simple press of a button.

You’re cruising through the streets of New York City, your head resting against his back, and suddenly you’re home. You experience the same rush of nostalgia that filled you when you were 19, gliding through the slopes of Athens.

The wind blows through your hair as you take in the stars and the sparkling lights of New York City, making the city look even more beautiful.

With your fingers intertwined, Jungkook and you step into the doors of the Empire State Building. You slide the bellman a drachma and instruct him to send you to the 600th floor, which he does so after ensuring that no mortals catch heed to your conversation. 

Jungkook can’t help but admire you because gods you in that dress is the biggest temptation he’s ever witnessed.

The elevator doors slide open, revealing the most extravagant party you’ve ever witnessed. The entirety of Mount Olympus has been transformed into a breathtaking spectacle of opulence and grandeur. 

Nymphs dance gracefully alongside the procession, their laughter ringing through the air like tinkling bells. Centaurs trot majestically, adorned with garlands of flowers and draped in vibrant fabrics. Satyrs play lively tunes on their panpipes, their merry melodies adding to the festive atmosphere.

Above, pegasi soar through the sky, their majestic wings carrying them gracefully as they hold flags adorned with the emblem of love. 

Someone clears their throat, and you turn your head to witness Eurus, god of the East wind descending on a cloud towards you and Jungkook. When you squint your eyes, you see that he has a clipboard in his hand, and you tilt your head in curiosity. 

“Name?” he asks hastily. 

You exchange a bewildered glance with Jungkook before finally finding your voice. "Uh, Y/N," you manage to stammer out, still trying to process the surreal situation.

"Eurus, pleased to meet you," the god replies with a polite nod, though his tone remains impatient. He quickly scans his clipboard before finding your name and checking it off with a flourish.

"And you?" Eurus turns his attention to Jungkook, who stands beside you, equally astonished by the encounter.

"Jungkook," he answers, his voice firm as he meets the god's gaze.

With a brisk nod, Eurus completes his task and gestures for you both to follow him. "Right this way," he says, leading you through the bustling crowds towards the heart of the festivities.

As you walk, you can't help but marvel at the absurdity of the situation. A god checking guests into a party on Mount Olympus? It's unlike anything you could have ever imagined. 

“Hmmm, daughter of Hephaestus,” Eurus thinks aloud, “You and your,” he looks at Jungkook before sneering, “boyfriend are the only demigods invited to this event. Is there a reason for that?”

Jungkook contorts his face, and you respond before he can say anything too rash. “Because we’re in love, and this is a celebration of love,” you say with a sweet smile. 

Eurus smirks at that. “Oh really? This is a celebration of love? Young daughter of Hephaestus, I know that you are no fool. Aphrodite and Hephaestus are hardly in love,” he expresses matter-a-factly, banging his head against his nifty clipboard. 

"I can't fathom why the gods deemed it necessary to assign me the mundane task of checking in a couple who aren't even together!," Eurus grumbles, gesticulating animatedly. "I've been looking forward to my day off all year long!" 

With a resigned sigh, he holds up his clipboard, which morphs into a miniature screen displaying a woman delivering a weather report. "Breaking news: Not a breeze in sight today! Zero wind, absolutely none!"

"See?" Eurus concedes with a frustrated wave of his hand, prompting you will yourself from laughing at how absurd this all is. 

"And that's not all," Eurus continues with exasperation evident in his voice, "I've been tasked with keeping Ares away from the gala all day, which, let me tell you, is no small feat. I mean, he's the god of war! How am I supposed to keep him from sneaking around?" He turns his head theatrically towards Jungkook. 

“Which is why I don’t understand why they would let you in!” he sneers. 

Jungkook shrugs, seemingly amused by Eurus’s anger. “Hephaestus loves me. He practically begged me to marry his daughter,” making you playfully roll your eyes as you nudge him with your elbow. 

Eurus gasps scandalously, “He would do no such thing!”

Eurus guides you towards the gala hall, and you can’t help but do a double-take when you see something out of the ordinary (?)

Towards the left of the entrance sits Ares, the god of the war, trapped in a net, thrashing around to break free. He roars in frustration before his pupils explode into flames, and it tells you everything you need to know. The whole pupils exploding into fire was a mannerism Jungkook adopted from his father- and it only happened when he became extremely angry. 

You glance at Jungkook, who is really trying to hide his satisfaction under a mask of concern. He stays stoic, staring at the wall behind Ares and you can’t help but think he looks cute trying to be all serious. 

Jungkook clears his throat,  "Need a hand, Dad?"

“Absolutely not!” Eurus cuts in, “I had to look for this net in Hephaesteus’s junkyard for hours! It’s the only thing that will contain him. He stays in the net-”

“I’ll kill you right now, asshole!” Ares seethes, eliciting a yelp from Eurus. 

At that moment, you connect the dots, realizing that Ares is currently trapped in the same net your father used to catch Aphrodite and Ares in “the act.” You step forward, running your fingers over the net. 

Hephaestus catching Aphrodite and Ares is a classic Greek tale, but you always wondered how your father created such a net to contain the god of war.

The rope is intricately designed, something you assume was woven from enchanted threads. The rope is also infused with celestial bronze, but you still don’t see how it could trap not one but two gods. Your father is truly a genius. 

Ares bares his teeth at Eurus, who squeals and runs away, probably back to his post at the entrance of Mount Olympus. 

Ares pauses, looking you up and down before he licks his lips. “Damn kid, this your bitch? She’s fine as fuck.” 

At that, Jungkook’s amused smile drops, and he instinctively intertwines his fingers through yours. 

Jungkook's unresolved issues with his father stem from how he mistreated his mother, who was deeply traumatized by the aftermath of Ares's “love”. Only when his mother found love with another man did Jungkook find it in himself to leave her.

His negative behaviors from youth, such as literally playing the entire Aphrodite cabin and his predisposition towards violence can be traced back to Ares's poor parenting and the trauma of his childhood. 

In fact, he’s  only considered Ares’s favorite because of his talent as a warrior, not because Ares actually cares.

He only really grew up because he wanted to be a man for you. You were the epitome of “I can change him”. 

Nonetheless, he felt an inexplicable amount of anger when anyone said anything about you. You’re practically famous around Camp Half-Blood, so he expects people to talk, but hearing this from his own father- he can’t fathom the audacity. 

“You’re literally trapped in a net.”

Ares clenches his jaw. “And? I’ll beat your ass the second I’m outta here.”

Junngkook says nothing, and if anything, his expression conveys a sheen of sadness. Who wants to be spoken to this way by their own father?

After a moment,  Ares finally gives in.  “Alright, I’m sorry kid,” he pleads, “Just let me outta here. Do it for your old man, eh?”

Jungkook remains stoic, staring blankly at Ares. 

“Y/N,” Ares snaps, “I remember you, Hephaestus’s prized daughter. You  got to know a way to get me out of here, right? Do it for your father-in-law!”

You say nothing, tilting your head towards Jungkook. 

“Oh c’mon!” Ares continues, “My girl’s in there! Aphrodite’s my girl! I can’t just keep her in there with Hephaestus!”

In that moment, you realize how much of a gift mortality is. Immortals with godly powers often lack a reason to be kind, as the gods themselves are quite messy.

They didn’t value each other, didn’t value human life- because they didn’t have to. 

You look at your fiance, eyebrows furrowing as you recall when Jungkook was offered the opportunity to turn into a god. 

In history, demigods who fulfilled god-level quests were elevated to “god status”. This is the path Dionysus took to become an Olympian, and how Hercules ascended to godhood.

After saving the world from the titan Kronos at the age of 17, Zeus offered Jungkook the status of a god. You remember how nervous you were when you caught heed of Zeus’s proposal. At that time, you and Jungkook were caught at the beginning of your enemies to lovers transition, and as much as Jungkook annoyed you, you didn’t want him to leave you for Olympus. 

Jungkook became the first demigod to turn the proposition down. You always considered him to be an airhead, but perhaps this was the first moment you realized that there was something more inside his thick skull.

Jungkook treasures mortality, and you find that kinda hot. He finds pleasure in the sensation of a punch to his face, smirking with blood running down his nose.  He relishes in the risk of death during quests, understanding that nothing was assured and that he had to push himself for success. 

He isn’t a pussy who needs the safety net of immortality. He adores the sense of purpose imbued in his mortal existence.

Your man is insane and you love it. 

There’s just something so sexy about a man who has control over his own life. You’d much rather lounge on the shores of Elysium- and you will with Jungkook, your forever boy and two-time (soon to be three) savior of the world. 

-

Stepping into the gala hall, you’re met with the largest room you’ve ever been in. The grand ballroom is filled with minor gods, goddesses, and other mythical creatures dancing on the spacious dance floor. 

With your eyes glimmering at the grand decor and the live-cyclopes band, you need to remind yourself that the reason you’re even at this party is to collect intel on the missing children of Hades. 

You walk around, looking for clues on Hades’ whereabouts.  In situations like this, the symbol of Hades, a helm of darkness would randomly appear, but you aren’t seeing anything. 

Jungkook looks around, at the Greek pillars holding the infrastructure up, the waiters walking around with cups of ambrosia- hold on, is that satyr staring at your ass? 

Sometimes, you don’t realize how beautiful you are, and it bothers him. He thinks he should tell you that you should be more careful or to be more cognizant of your surroundings, but that’s what he’s here for. 

He casually wraps his arm around your waist and looks at anyone who looks at you. He doesn’t glare at the Cyclopes and their wandering eye(s) or the minor gods he was surely stronger than, a simple look their way is enough for someone to back off. 

Curse the fates for having him fall in love with someone so pretty. 

The two of you walk for what seems like miles before entering the next room in the gala hall: the artisan’s workshop. 

Probably at Hephaestus’s request, his henchmen stand in the middle room, intricately metalworking while guests gather around to marvel at the artisan mastery. Sparks fly as metal is shaped and molded into exquisite sculptures and jewelry, 

All of Hephasetus’s mastery forge work is on display, like a museum filled with the best forgery to ever exist in the history of the world. You marvel at the display.

There’s a prototype for amphibious armor- armor capable of moving seamlessly between land and water. You’d have to get on this for Taehyung, your friend and son of Poseidon. He could do wonders with it. 

There’s also the literal Trojan Horse: the same large wooden horse the Greeks hid soldiers in during the Trojan War. 

Each and every item is masterfully crafted by your father, and one in particular catches your eye: a prototype for time manipulation. Even in the realm of Greek mythology, time travel has been untouched, and the gods themselves might not even know the implications of time travel. 

You take a second to marvel at it even more. Its intricate gears and celestial alignments fuse together in a shape of sphere, and it stays locked in its glass case. Two words decorate the cake: Time Travel. 

You just have to know more, but suddenly Jungkook tugs on your forearm when something- or someone catches his eye. 

You follow his line of sight until you see Demeter. 

Demeter is the goddess of agriculture, fertility, and the harvest in Greek mythology. Her daughter Persephone is the current bride of none other than Hades himself. Instantly you connect the dots. If anyone knew anything about the missing children of Hades, it would be Demeter. 

Lounging on a loveseat in Aphrodite’s boudoir, she sultrily sips at a glass of wine, eyeing down the nymph waiter who is obviously uncomfortable as he scurries away from her. At this party, the purpose of Aphrodite’s boudoir is for guests to meet and hook up, essentially. 

The energy she exerts is an older woman entering her cougar era and you protectively tighten your grip around Jungkook’s bicep. 

Guests recline on plush velvet sofas and lounge chairs, sipping on cocktails and indulging in sweet treats. The room is adorned with lavish decor and the soft, romantic lighting creates an atmosphere of sensuality. 

Funnily enough, the moment Jungkook opens his mouth to say something to Demeter, someone cuts him off. 

“Y/N!” 

You almost shudder at the very familiar voice. 

It’s Apollo. 

-

It is definitely true that Apollo made multiple attempts to make you his bride during your stay at Mount Olympus. Last year, you spent the entire year on Mount Olympus, working under your father Hephaestus as he taught you the latest forging techniques and strategies. 

Such attempts included:

Organizing a symphony to serenade you with love songs

Gifting you with three tons of gold

Appearing in your chambers and serenading you in the middle of the night

Luckily, your father, in his protective nature, banished Apollo from his residence and used magical reinforcements to ensure that he would stay far, far away. 

Unluckily, your father isn’t present. 

Jungkook presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek, eyes dubiously tracing over Apollo’s frame. 

Gods can take on any look or appearance they please, so Apollo can make himself look like the (objectively) sexiest man in the world- which he does. He takes on the appearance of a 6’3 man with brown eyes and tan skin, his jet black hair falling into his eyes as he saunters towards you with his pearly white teeth. 

Nonetheless, you aren’t impressed and neither is Jungkook. He pauses, features curling in distaste, and at that moment he grabs you by the neck, pulling your lips to his like magnetic attraction. He kisses you, and it’s the sloppiest, most disgusting kiss he’s ever bestowed on you- nearly pornographic. 

Jungkook likes to keep it clean. He’s a gentleman and treats you like the lady you are, but you are well aware of his sadistic tendencies, just like he’s aware of your masochistic ones. His saliva drips into your mouth and he pulls away with a line of spit between your lips. 

You take a moment to compose yourself.

“Hey Apollo,” you greet, still somewhat dizzy and breathless from the intensity of Jungkook’s kiss. 

A sly smirk spreads across Apollo’s lips, and he looks right at Jungkook. “Claim her all you want, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

At that moment, it’s like time warps. Everything seems to pause, and the atmosphere turns gray. 

In the next second, everything returns to normal. 

It’s like the air is sucked out of his lungs, but he remains composed. “What do you mean by that?”

Apollo cocks his head, his black hair following into his eyes as throws an arm around your shoulder. 

Again, it’s like time stops and you try to remove his arm from you but you can’t. It’s like his touch is anchored to your skin. Your eyes frantically search Jungkook’s who clenches his jaw as the realization of Apollo’s words sinks in. 

Did… did Apollo watch you and him this morning? 

“Oh don’t look at me like that Jeon,” Apollo pouts, “It almost hurts my feelings,” he muses with a teasing smile before he drops his smile and turns rigidly serious. “Almost,” Apollo enunciates. 

Apollo, being a god, can pretty much do whatever he pleases. He can touch whoever he wants and he can see whatever he wants. 

You squirm against his touch, eyes pleading at Jungkook to do something. When Jungkook catches a glimpse of your doe eyes and the uncomfortability plastered over your body language, something different washes over him, a type of lividity he’s never felt before. 

He immediately unsheathes his sword.

Jungkook carries three weapons with him at all times. 

First, there’s the celestial bronze knife you forged for him when you were ten years old. That particular knife has been to Tartarus and back; in other words, he’s retired it. He only really keeps it for sentimental purposes; he can’t bring himself to let it go. Most importantly, you made it for him so he must keep it with him at all times so he can always have a piece of you with him. 

The second weapon he carries is the celestial bronze Rolex watch on his wrist, which was a gift from Ares on his 18th birthday. With a press of a button, it transforms into a sleek Harley Davidson Motorcycle- he isn’t so sure if it qualifies as a weapon but he has used it to run over some monsters. 

The third weapon is an enchanted blade made from imperial gold. This sword is also something you forged. 

A few years ago, you bestowed Kataklysmós, the first magically enchanted sword to Jungwon, Jungkook’s little brother. Kataklysmós, or Cataclysm has the ability to grant the user with the magical abilities of monsters defeated by the sword.  

In order for its abilities to be activated, the user needs to form a soul binding link with the sword. 

Jungwon was the first demigod to do so, and he documented the entire process in a little Hello Kitty notebook. 

Creating a soul binding link with a magical sword means building a strong emotional connection with it. The wielder focuses their intent and channels divine energy to make the bond stronger. Both the wielder and the sword must accept and acknowledge each other to finalize the connection. 

Anyways, after Jungwon figured it out, Jungkook did it the next day with his magically enchanted sword. 

You called the sword its Greek name: Ichorothilikitimos, which translated to “Lust of Ichor” in English. 

Have you ever wondered if gods bleed? They certainly do- except they don’t bleed blood, they bleed Ichor. Ichor is the golden fluid that flows through the veins of gods, kind of like their special blood.

When Ichorothilikitimos comes into contact with the divine blood of gods and immortals, known as ichor, it sparks intense bloodlust in its wielder. This means that whoever holds the sword feels an overwhelming desire for battle and conquest- sending the user into a bloodlust frenzy. When it happens with Jungkook, it’s like his powers are amplified, and he can take down an entire army single handedly. 

But yes- this weapon is quite literally a god-killing weapon. It’s never been done before, but with Ichorothilikitimos, Jungkook could kill a god with ease. 

While it grants great strength, it also presents a danger of being consumed by aggression. It's a powerful weapon, capable of changing the course of a fight, but it comes with a significant risk.

Obviously, this is a sword only Jungkook could wield. Primarily because he is the only demigod that can even draw ichor from a god, and also because he’s the only other demigod that successfully formed a soul binding link with their weapon. 

When you see Jungkook reach for Ichorothilikitimos, your breath hitches in your throat, but Apollo keeps talking. 

“I’m a god,” Apollo brags, “I can see whatever I want in the mortal world, especially on Camp Half-Blood.”

“I saw you in the bed,” Apollo taunts, “in the shower,” Apollo continues, “and even under the sheets. You looked good. I could do better though,” he declares with a sleazy wink. 

At his statement, you feel disgustingly violated. You feel your stomach churn with revulsion at Apollo's invasive words, each syllable like a dagger aimed at your sense of autonomy.

Jungkook’s nostrils flare, and you wince, looking down when you hear the sound of Ichorothilikitimos being unsheathed. You squeeze your eyes shut, and Jungkook moves with the greatest agility. He nearly slashes Apollo’s arm off- until he doesn’t. 

In a flash, you and Jungkook are transported to another room. 

The fancy room is filled with tall pillars and a sweet smell of roses. In the middle are two big chairs: one pretty and gold, the other strong and iron. Aphrodite, looking beautiful, sits in one, while Hephaestus, looking serious, sits in the other. 

Both are in their more godly form- Hephaestus sits at 36 feet tall while Aphrodite sits at a measly 25 feet. 

“Dad!” you exclaim in relief, hyperventilating from the absolutely horrid encounter with Apollo.

Hephaestus sighs, stepping from the throne until he appears in human form, embracing you sweetly. “Daughter,” he murmurs, “That Apollo… I’ll damn him to Tartarus,” he seethes. 

Apparently, Jungkook feels the same way, seething with anger as his fists clenched tightly at his sides, his eyes shut as he feebly attempts to calm himself. 

Jungkook almost instantly interrupts the moment. “You need to protect your daughter!” Jungkook growls. “How can- how can you let that pervert witness intimacy between your daughter and I?!”

Hephaestus turns his head towards Jungkook. Usually, when a god looks you in the eye, you back down, but Jungkook stares right back at him. 

“You,” Hephaestus starts, “did I give you permission to allow you to marry my daughter? I don’t even remember saying you could marry her.”

“Like I need your permission?” Jungkook scoffs, “I’m the only man Y/N needs in her life- to you she’s just another one of your thousands of kids, Y/N is everything to me.”

You say nothing. Jungkook has a point, and as far as you know, an engaged woman has allegiance to her fiance and not her father. 

Hephaestus appears livid, and you think he’s going to send Jungkook into flames but he sighs and a moment later, you and Jungkook are seated on mini-thrones in front of the thrones of Aphrodite and Hephaestus. 

“This is the problem,” Hephaestus enunciates, “I told you this was going to happen!” he growls, directing his attention towards Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty. 

Aphrodite looks beautiful today, with her hair cascading in golden waves and her eyes sparkling like the sea under the sunlight. She’s wearing a red gown and an elegant updo, but her aura exudes one of apprehension.

As far as Aphrodite goes, Jungkook hates her. Aphrodite (again, the goddess of love) has messed with his love life for years; he’s been heartbroken (most likely because of her manipulation)- and Aphrodite was the same goddess who pleaded with Jungkook to return to Camp Half-Blood. 

That means she knew you were alive and didn’t tell him. 

“Jungkook,” Aphrodite begins, “Do you remember what I told you? At the club in Korea, about the balance between gods and demigods?”

Jungkook says nothing. 

“Well, in other words, you fucked that entire balance up!” Hephaestus cuts in frustratedly. 

 “That sword,” Hephaestus starts, inhaling deeply, “Daughter, that sword- what made you think that  forging that sword was a good idea? If demigods possess the capability to kill gods, then the existence of gods becomes meaningless."

“Jungkook, honey, you could have killed Apollo,” Aphrodite says with sweetness laced in her voice in attempts to assuage Jungkook. Clearly, it doesn’t work.

“Well, he deserved to die,” Jungkook bites back, “And Hephaestus, gods aren’t the only beings that bleed Ichor. Titans, monsters, and of course Gaia and Tartarus bleed Ichor. I intend to use this sword to kill the primordial god Tartarus.”

At that moment, you realize that you and Jungkook are a deadly duo, akin to a Mr. and Mrs. Smith. You have the capacity to create god-killing weapons and Jungkook has the capacity to implement the god-killing. 

“Dad, Jungkook would never kill a god,” you declare, “I forged that weapon for Jungkook to kill titans, and he used it to save the world. He’s my fiance, and you can’t address him like he’s a delinquent. Jungkook is the sweetest guy in the entire world.”

Hephaestus has to prevent himself from scoffing, shifting his gaze towards Jungkook who quite literally has fire for pupils- definitely the “sweetest guy in the entire world”. 

Aphrodite holds her tongue. 

“Look,” Jungkook starts, “Here’s the deal. So long as she’s okay, then I’m okay,” he states, motioning towards you. “If Y/N is protected, especially from Apollo,” he seethes, “then I won’t do anything rash. I’ll be an obedient demigod, and do whatever you want- kill any titan or  monster you want. But if anything happens to her, ever, I will burn Olympus down with my own hands.”

It’s quite preposterous for a demigod to threaten a god, but the threat is taken seriously.  Hephaestus and Aphrodite appear physically distraught. 

“Okay,” Hephaestus acquiesces. “Y/N stays safe. To help you on your quest, I’m opening a direct portal to the underworld. The demigod children of Hades are imprisoned in the Underworld with their father. Your eyes will be tricked by the mist but dip yourself in the River of Styx and you will see through it. As for Y/N, she stays here with me-”

“What? No! I’m going with him!”

“She stays here with me and we will forge weapons for you to use. The best weapons of the best caliber- I will ensure my daughter gives you what you need to defeat Tartarus.”

Jungkook inhales deeply and curtly nods at your father. 

You turn to him, “What the fuck Jungkook! You can’t exclude me from this quest! I have to go with you-”

When he faces you, you stop talking. Jungkook is as rigidly serious as ever, and he’s doing the whole flaming pupils thing without even looking angry. 

“Y/N, please,” he urges, “I lost you once and I’m not going to lose you again. Just stay here. You’ve served enough-”

“No,” you respond, “You know I’m not that type of person. I can’t just let you take on Tartarus by yourself!”

Jungkook locks eyes with Hephaestus who just nods, and with a snap of Hephaestus’s fingers, you’re trapped in a celestial bronze cage. You pull against the jail cell screaming, “What the fuck!”

“Dad! Jungkook! Let me out! What the fuck!”

Jungkook stands outside of the cage and looks at you with concerned eyes. “Baby, baby calm down,” he pleads, using his hand to hold your cheek. 

“No,” you cry, “Jungkook, if you do this then it’s over between you and me. I can’t be with a man who doesn’t even trust me.” You begin weeping and crying, and you mean it. You wouldn't forgive Jungkook if he went and saved the world without you. He needs you, and you need him.

At that, Jungkook’s face falls, his eyebrows furrow and he bites his lip in apprehension. The thought of losing you leaves him crestfallen, and he'd rather believe that you're saying all of this in the heat of the moment.

He doesn't have time to contemplate whether you're serious because he's been granted a golden opportunity: a guarantee of your protection by the gods themselves. He can't pass this up.

He bitterly nods. “I’d rather have you safe,” he says before standing up and unsheathing  Ichorothilikitimos. 

And with that, Hephaestus opens a portal straight to the Underworld and Jungkook walks through, leaving you stuck in a cage on Mount Olympus.

#jungkook fanfic #demigod!jungkook #demigod!bts

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Advice and motivation ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"I'm finding it hard to believe in what I'm manifesting" Persist

"I'm not seeing any results" PersSIST

"I've been trying for so long, but nothing is happening" PERSIST PERSIST PERSIST

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I feel like a lot of us in the community forget that we are the creators of our reality and that it is our will alone that makes things happen. It's safe to assume that a lot of you reading this post are trying to manifest something. A new job, an sp, your first shift, anything at all. Getting what you want is as simple as:

Accepting your desire as yours

Persisting in that fact, ignoring whatever else the 3d has to say

That's it. Nothing else has to be done to get your desire. No robotic affirming, no meditations, no shifting methods, nothing. How do we do this? All will be revealed, but first, we need to understand desire in itself.

Please note: With that being said, if you feel like those methods - and others that I haven't listed - are helpful for you and fun, go for it! This isn't a post ment to stop you from doing what you love, but rather, reminding you of your power)

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Understanding desire

"God speaks to you through the medium of your basic desires. Your basic desires are words of promise or prophecies that contain within themselves the plan and power of expression." - NG

For those of you familiar with Neville's work, you'll have a simple time understanding the concept. But, for those who aren't, lemme simplify:

'God' is not some man in the sky, who you pray to and worship. In this context, God is you, or rather your awareness of being. Your true self disconnected from the ego self. God (or I AM) speaks to 'you' (the ego self) through the medium of your desires. The 'basic desire' is what you actually want (since this is a shifting blog, imma assume it's shifting 💀). The 'secondary desires' are the expression of those initial desires. As an example, you desire to shift - that is your basic desire - and ending up in your dr is your secondary desire. Remember, the 4d, your 'imagination' is the only true reality. The 3d is just a reflection of that. What's left is fulfilment - the desire reflecting in the 3d.

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Accepting your desire as yours

This is the easiest step: Just do it. There, wasn't that simple? "But Athena, if it was really that easy, then I would have given xyz by now -" shush darling. I already explained that desires are the way in which I AM communicates with you. All that's left for you to do is align yourself with it, and it will come.

A good analogy is comparing the 3d to playdough. We are that kid. The 3d is playdough. We can mould it and shape it into anything we want. Sure, when it's new, you may feel like it is a little hard to mould. Still, that doesn't stop you. Want to make a playdough elephant? Done! Want to make a playdough pizza? Done! You don't over complicated things by asking, "How will it get done? What if I don't have all the colours I need? Blah blah blah". However, when we are playing, the playdough is only half of the equation. It was our imagination that truly made it real. Using our imagination, we turned a literal pile of mush into hours of entertainment. Why would you put the playdough into a container and say, "This is what is possible for you to be, and I can only mould you within the confides of this container" 😭😭 ??? That would be boring as shit. YOU ARE GOD. TAKE THAT SHIT OUT AND MAKE THE ELEPHANT !!!

"The second or middle (the plan of unfoldment) is never revealed to man but remains forever the Father’s secret." - NG

Stop thinking about the how or why. That is literally none of your fucking business !!! The universe, time, space, whatever you believe in will break every 'rule' known to man to bend to your will. You just have to let it.

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Okay, so what now?

"Your reasonable mind and outer senses may deny it; but I promise you: if you will persist, you will receive your assumption. Believe me, you are the same God who created and sustains the universe, but are keyed low; so you must be persistent if you would bring about a change." - NG

Most people will waver in their acceptance at some point - looking for signs, doubting yourself, etc. Like I said at the beginning of the post, persist. Scroll back up and note the words in bold: 'hard', 'seeing', 'trying'. It's this kind of language that blocks you from obtaining your desire - shifting. You are God, limitless, and able to do anything.

Persistence can look like anything: robotic affirmations, subliminals, etc. As long as it allows you to remain convinced that you already have your desire, it's persistence. Continue thinking from your desire, and it will manifest.

Now go shift ♡♡♡

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[sugar-omi]

Since we’re kinda on the topic of car head, imagine Cove’s reaction to Mc suggesting road head while on the way to see Cove’s mom. God he’d be so red and holding on to the steering wheel so fucking hard trying not to crash at the near thought of it

cove would so crash. he wouldn't be able to focus at all, probably wouldn't be able to keep his composure until he at least hits his 40s

bring it up during step 3, he probably swerve the car from SHOCK. step 4, he'd laugh, thinking you're joking... but if you're being pretty serious, he needs you to stop playing w him rn unless you wanna crash or be late

regardless of step, i hope your destination is close because he cannot focus anymore, now that the thought is out there the car feels small and hot

but i have to entertain the thought too because i've thought about it before n it eats up my brain every time LOL

like i said, a younger cove would get so flustered if your hand travels up his thigh, palming him through his jeans.. by the time you pull down his zipper, he's already looking to pull over

but imagine an older cove encouraging you go down on him while he drives.

"it's a long drive to my mom's, i need you to help keep me awake"

even though it's his idea, he makes you do all the work. you have to get him hard, undo his pants.. he's driving after all, you can't expect him to focus on anything but the road

eases his chair back a bit once you get to a stop light, being oh so kind to give you enough room

groans and tries to focus while you're going down on him, your spit running down his balls, staining his jeans. your throat is so warm around him, your tongue circling around his pretty cock head

don't get cocky and try to distract him, as much as he loves your enthusiasm, your hands working his balls while you take as much of him down your throat as you can, pulling off and lavishing his leaky head with attention from your tongue..

he'd growl, forcing his eyes to stay focused on the road. he wishes he could just throw his head back and focus on the heat and wetness of your mouth, but he can't

grips your hair as he slows down for a red light, don't tease him so much. "fuck, i can't focus when you do that.."

tries not to look at you, tries to ignore how your lips are swollen and shiny with spit and cum and how flushed, and lidded your eyes are, giving you a sultry expression.

"don't blame me. you wanted this, so focus on the road."

can't even argue with you about that... but he does get a bit of revenge when you're stuck in traffic, too far behind to see whats up.

another big big brain worm... you n cove getting up to stuff in the car, and there's some truckers next to you. i can't get that video i saw of a trucker saying he saw sooo many women getting off while on their way to work, stuck in traffic.

cove can't ignore that there's a big truck next to you, the guy easily able to see inside. doesn't care when the guy looks over either.

just tells you that it'll be awhile before you move.. and tangles his fingers in your hair, thrusting up into your mouth, throwing his head back while you moan and whimper around his length, the vibrations going straight through him.

forces your head down while he finishes, his cum filling your mouth, his spend spilling past your lips and you can't help but whine. maybe at the loss, maybe at the mess.. who knows

at least he's darling enough to offer you a tissue <3

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