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Jealous, Jealous, Jealous girl~

I'm sorry, I had to-

Odysseus knows he made a mistake calling out for Athena. He knew the second her name left her lips. /she/ doesn't like it when he calls out any name but hers. When he mentions home or telemachus or gods forbid his penelope. It's not allowed. He's not allowed to think about anything but herherher. He knew it was a mistake. But

He had /felt/ Athena. For the first time in years that old connection sparked to life. A muscle long stiff with use but /there/he felt her. And if she heard him. If she chose to help well.

It would have been worth calypso wrath.

In the days that follow, it's all silence. All signs of Athena having disappeared. And as odysseus hangs from his wrists, numbly allowing his master to do as she pleases, he can't help but regret.

He knows the rules. He knows how to survive (dying is pointless /hes tried/) he can't help swallow the bitter pointless helpless rage. Why had athena even checked on him if she was just going to /leave/ him like this. And even still, as soft fingers drag their way down his skin, he can't help but silent pray (his tears long since dried up. It only ever made things worse) please goddess, please Athena don't leave me here. Kill me punish me in any other way just please please let it end.

I need this in my life

this with jily BUT james ends up falling in love with the therapist (*cough* regulus)

It had been years, maybe longer, maybe less, since Geralt lost Regis but it hadn't changed anything. It didn't matter if he followed every rumor of a vampire, no matter how abstract, or that he felt more comfortable in graveyards than anywhere else despite necrophages and other undead, not even the fact he carried Mandrake and Mandrake Cordial with him no matter what. Maybe he was desperate, he wouldn't be surprised. He knew he had lost something incredibly important.

He wondered what had taken him so long to reach Toussaint, the land of wine and vampires. Maybe it was the memories of his Hansa he missed, he lost. Maybe he feared his vampire was really gone. Yet he ended up being roped into going to Toussaint and into a contract he didn't want. He rarely fought vampires unless they attacked first.

dbda fic snippet (pre-canon)

“What is this... Pac Man doing?” [Edwin asked.]

“Eating pellets,” Charles said, and Edwin shot him a look. “Hey. You can’t judge him, mate. That’s, like, his whole diet. Not his fault he has to snap them up, is it?”

He found himself stupidly jealous. Pac Man probably did not taste sand when he ate the blobs. Maybe they tasted like spaghetti.

Charles missed spaghetti.

But he was torn from his thoughts when Edwin continued. “As humorous as those poor iterations of ghosts are, I assume they have a practical purpose as well. What is it?” He took the joystick in his hand and began to move it in slow, experimental circles.

“Oh, yeah. They chase Pac Man and when they catch him and, like, eat him or whatever, it’s game over.”

Edwin stiffened. “So, you run and it catches you?”

“Yeah, and then it makes this weird little whumpwhump noise and it’s game over. But you can just put another token in and-”

“I wish to play a different game.” Edwin’s voice was as stiff as his posture.

He’s totally stealing one of her things 😀

Omggggg could we get a snippet of the pogues coming back while Logan and Rafe are in her room?

Here is one! Although they're not exactly in her room for this one... 🤣

18+ | MDNI | References to sex, language.

“That’s the best way to start a day off,” Logan sighed breathlessly and Rafe hummed in agreement, pressing another kiss to her knee. 

“Better than serving drinks to dumbasses trying to look down your shirt?”

“Yeah,” Logan pushed herself up onto her elbows, biting down on her lip as she looked at him, “Now I just have to deal with one asshole trying to look down my shirt all day.”

Rafe scoffed, leaning forward to slap her left ass cheek warningly, Logan giggling as he did, “That asshole just gave you two orgasms, so you might wanna be nice to the hand that fucks you.”

“Or the mouth that licks my pussy.”

Rafe laughed, shaking his head at her as he released her leg, but before he could reply, they heard the clunk and clank of a car approaching, Logan scrambling off the table as Rafe pushed the chair back, the former moving quickly towards the window to peek through.

“Fuck, it’s the Twinkie.”

“The what?” Rafe ran the back of his hand along his mouth as Logan pushed her skirt back down, hand reaching out to grab onto his bicep as she hauled him through the kitchen and down the hall towards her bedroom. 

“The Twinkie,” Logan wrapped her fingers around the door knob and pushed the door open, moving Rafe inside, “John B’s Volkswagen. They call it the Twinkie.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” Logan jumped onto her bed to move towards the window behind it, reaching for the dangling rod to close the blinds, “Stay here until I get rid of them.”

“And if they don’t go?”

“Make yourself comfortable?” Logan paused in the doorway, eyes shooting towards her nightstand beside the bed and then the dresser, “but don’t be weird. I don’t want to come back to you sniffing my underwear or something.”

Rafe shot her an unimpressed look as he leaned back against the dresser, the sounds of the Twinkie’s doors opening and closing echoing through the old, thin windows, “I literally just had three of my fingers inside you…not to mention my tongue...”

“And you did a great job, gold stars for pussy eating." Logan walked back towards the door, “Don’t make a sound, k?”

Just as Logan closed the door behind her, did the front door open widely, JJ thundering in with the merry band of Pogues behind him, “Logan?”

“Here,” Logan moved down the hall, hand casually smoothing down her skirt as she leaned against the back of the couch, “What’re you guys doing here?”

“Why are you home on a Thursday?” JJ glanced around the house, frown across his face. 

“I’m not working today.”

“But it’s Thursday…”

“So?” Logan lifted her eyebrows.

“Thursdays are your late night…”

“I’m off,” Logan lifted her shoulder. “What are you guys doing here anyway?”

“I’m just lookin’ for something,” JJ was as vague as she was and she watched him wander through the living room before ducking into the kitchen and utility rooms. 

While her brother attempted to look casual, Logan glanced towards the other Pogues, “Wanna fill me in?”

“Sorry,” John B slipped his hands into the pockets of his board shorts as he hovered just inside the front door, “Classified.”

“Of course it is.”

JJ let out a groan, throwing Logan an annoyed look over his shoulder after he did a second pass through the kitchen, “Why is your underwear on the ground? Please tell me you didn't bring someone here...”

God these two are acting so damn cute together and want them to be happyyyyyyyyyy

Do you have a snippet of Logan calling Rafe hot shot/buddy yet? 😂

I could do that! 🤣😉

18+ | MDNI | References to sex, flirting.

“Yeah, ok,” Logan rolled her eyes as she leaned over to rest her elbows on the Calacatta marble, eyes trailing across the veiny slab before she glanced toward Rafe, the oldest Cameron pulling open the refrigerator door, “whatever you say, buddy.”

It took exactly four seconds before Rafe turned his head, eyebrows furrowed, his gaze shifting away from the shelves in the refrigerator door to look towards her, watching as she rolled the Tootsie Pop around her molars, lips pursed around the white stick.

He slowly took a step back, the refrigerator door closing on its own as his frown only depended, one hand sliding along his hip, “Did…you just call me buddy?”

Logan cracked the Tootsie Pop in response, eyebrows lifting into her hairline, “Problem?”

“Um…” Rafe moved to stand near the counter across from her, his hands resting flat on the surface, “Last time I checked, buddies don’t shower together after having sex all morning…”

“Oh,” Logan pushed away from the counter, hand lifting to twirl her stick, “huh…good to know. I uh…need to make a few calls...”

Logan shrieked when Rafe closed the space between them quickly, one arm wrapping around her waist as the other pulled the sucker from her mouth, and just when she thought he was going to kiss her did he nip her bottom lip warningly, “Behave.”

Logan tilted her head back, requesting a kiss but Rafe only denied her, instead taking the Tootsie Pop into his own mouth before he released her, the open palm to his other hand lifting to slap against her denim covered ass.

Logan, babe — the word is “daddy”

Logan being a brat and Rafe treating her like one while they’re having sex 😮‍💨

Since we got the trailer today...

18+ MDNI | Car sex, Logan's a brat, filth.

Logan nodded, mouth open as he slipped his thumb inside, giving her something to focus on as Rafe moaned, hips stuttering before he thrusted twice more, emptying deep inside her a moment later. 

Logan sucked and moaned around his thumb, the last bit of composure she had kept her from finishing, the promise of a mind blowing orgasm after she behaved too good to lose. Rafe moved through his own until he stilled, his mouth pressed to her throat and it wasn’t until he pulled away from her, staring down into her wide eyes, pupils blown, that he grinned down at her, lowering his face to press a very soft, too sweet kiss to her lips before his hand landed hard against her ass, Logan whining as she squeezed him in response, the little voice at the back of her brain telling her she needed it again.

“Gonna say thank you, doll?”

Logan nipped the top of his thumb and he hissed back at her, his hand landing on her ass once more, this time with a hint of a warning, his cool ring pressed to her bare skin. “Thought I just took care of that attitude…”

“Guess it didn’t take,” Logan breathed against his mouth, pulling away before their lips could connect. “What are you gonna do about it, buddy?”

The Contract

The party had decided to regroup in a tavern,  outside of the ruins of Augustia. Everyone was downstairs, murmuring to each other. Maponos, in a room upstairs, heard his name mentioned more than once. He was too preoccupied in his own thoughts to bother with listening.

Perhaps, if they were faster, they could've done something to stop the destruction. Perhaps if they didn't take that one rest, they've would've had time to see something was wrong and started an evacuation. Perhaps if he was able to do something besides shoot a damn gun and play with poisons he might've been useful.

For once, Maponos wished he had magic of his own. The irony of the thought didn't escape him, but he knew magic might've been enough to save atleast his sister.

Menala... His hands started to shake at his sides. He hadn't said her name since...the incident. Even just thinking about her or what happened made far too many emotions bubble up inside him.

Yet, how could he not think of her? She was his entire reason for anything worth doing and -

...and now she's gone.

He felt his legs give out from under him, collapsing to his knees, as of the near unbearable weight of the terrible truth was too much for him.

She's been gone for nearly a half a day and only now does the reality of it hit him hard. His chest ached, and morbidly, he wondered if this pain was anything compared to when Contra broke a man's ribs.

No - this pain was definitely worse.

"I...I am sorry I couldn't save you." He whispered. "I'd do anything to bring you back." He hadn't even realized he had been crying, until he felt the tears on his face.

"I think we may be able to help each other." A voice reverberated in his mind, the presence behind it felt warm, and ancient.

Quickly, Maponos swiped away tears, fully alert, standing upright. "What do mean? Who are you?"

"I believe we can make a deal of sorts. A contract if you will."

"You didn't answer my other question. I'm in no mood for cryptic riddles. Get to the point."

In his mind, the presence seemed to chuckle. "I see why he wanted you as his vessal."

"The fuck does that mean?" Maponos snapped. "Enough of the pronoun game."

The air shimmered in front of Maponos, and like the sun rising with a new dawn, a man materialized. His hair was a golden blonde, wearing white and gold clothing and Maponos recognized the face all too well, for it was his own, perhaps an older version of him yes, but he had seen the statues.

"Lathander." Maponos laughed bitterly. "Of course it's you." He shook his head. "What do you want?"

"As I have said before, I want to make a deal with you."

"What kind of deal?"

"I need a vessel to channel my power when the time comes, seeing as my first choice  is no longer an option I am going to you. In exchange you will have the power to bring your sister back from the dead."

Maponos scoffed angrily. "Are you saying you had this kind of power the whole time? The great Lathander could just resurrect people? We prayed to nearly every god of healing we could think of...so where were you when she was sick?" His fists balled at his sides.

"Nothing could be done the clerics said. Fucking magic couldn't heal my sister. I was the one to keep her stable enough to give me time to find a cure." Maponos' gaze fell to the floor. "And now...she's gone." He looked back up at the god. "You said you wanted her to be your vessal. So where the fuck were you when she died?"

Lathander's expression dimmed. "I cannot interfere in mortal lives in that way, though, if it means anything to you, I am sorry for your loss and the heartache you have because of it."

Maponos was quiet for a moment, unsure what to make of the situation. The flash of rage he had was gone,, in its place, was the tiniest sliver of hope. This was an opportunity, he'd be an fool to not hear the god out. "What are the terms of this contract?"

The god produced a glowing piece of parchment and a quill."If you sign the contract with me, I will grant you a portion of my power, in exchange for your soul. It will take time for you to fully be able to handle the magic needed to resscurect your sister. All I ask is that you follow my guidance."

Maponos narrowed his eyes. My soul..This contract sounds similar to the kind that devils make. "Why do you need my soul?"

Lathander raised a brow slightly. "You aren't exactly a devout follower. This is the only other way that I can lend you my power."

Perhaps if Maponos was in a lighter mood, he could have laughed at the god. Instead, he focused on the details of the contract. "When does the contract end?"

"The Contract will have been fulfilled when Vo is defeated."

Maponos glanced at the quill in Lathander's hands, hesitated for a heartbeat.

Fuck it. I have nothing else to lose anyway.

He signed his name.

Warlock Maponos because I've been thinking of random AU things for him.

A sneak peek for the Pride Month Special of Camp Hamato!