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<This is Part 37!>

* The ground beneath you feels thin, like the fragile crumbs of a flakey biscuit

* You open your eyes and see dust

* No, not dust, sand

* You sit up with a groan.

* Sand extends out as far as the eye can see, piled high in sand dunes, only interrupted by sparse growths of pale green plants that look like grass but meaner

* You hear water in your ears, and you think your fall into the ocean might have permanently affected your hearing

* But you turn around and there’s the ocean

* “It’s purple.”

* You didn’t think the ocean could be purple.

* Weirder things have happened.

* You’re tempted to sit down, back into the crumbling beach, and to stare at the mesmerizing purple tide drawn back and forth. The sky dulled gray overhead, the rocks in the sea the only constellation you need.

* You squint.

* That’s not a rock, that’s—

* “Dad?”

* You’re up then, running towards him.

* The closer you get the more familiar he becomes. He’s wearing a black turtleneck and a pair of slacks, they look new. And he’s staring off into the ocean.

* “Daddy!” you call out as you wrap your arms around him.

* He feels warm, and you take a deep breath in, relishing in the scent of amber and peonies.

* “What are you doing here?” you ask..

* You look up, and you see a hint of confusion trace his face until he sees your face and it’s replaced by suprise.

* A scarred hand cups your cheek, the affection conveyed through the action insurmountable.

* His gaze softens until his eyes are so warm it feels like you’re melting under his gaze.

* “Why didn’t I see it before?” he whispers, and your head tilts.

* See what?

* “You look just like your mother.” His thumb caresses your cheekbone, and you swallow hard.

* He never really talks about her.

* He used to before, when you were a kid and you thought your mom was some minor goddess.

* He always said she was the love of his life though

* Is that why he stayed?

* You’re not ready to talk about this.

* “You know, you’re the only one who says that. Everyone else thinks I look like you.”

* “Everyone else?” he asks, confused when his hands leave your face and rest on your arm

* The symbols of the gods lighting up

* “When did you meet all of them?”

* You guess he’s never seen all of the marks at once, thinking back you don’t think you’ve ever mentioned most of them.

* “Um, well, you got the ones from Hades and the others when I was too young to remember.” You always picture your father with you wrapped in a golden yellow blanket, showing you to all the gods and letting them caress your small arm with gentle fingers, painting a mark in their place.

* “I got the one from Circe that summer I had to save you,” he coughs but you pay it no mind. “Oh, and I got the one from Dionysus before that, I don’t think I have one from Hecate but they’ve mentioned it before, Hera’s was last spring, and the ones from Ares and Hermes are new—”

* “Are they,” your father interrupts you, looking at you with a tense expression you can’t quite place.

* “Are they trying to make you a hero?”

* There’s so much anguish in his face you can’t look him in the eye, instead you focus on your feet, bare and pressed into the jagged sand

* “Maybe, but I don’t want to be a hero, I told you that.”

* You have no interest in glory, not even in the name of your fathers honor.

* “I just want to save my friends.”

* He squeezes your face between his hands, brushing your hair back.

* “You’re a kind child aren’t you?”

* He’s never said you were kind before.

* He’s never had to, you know he thinks highly of you from the way he supports you

* But something about hearing what you’ve always suspected makes it truth, and it brings tears to your eyes

* “I learned it from you.”

* You see his watery eyes and smile before you’re enveloped in a sea of light so bright you’re forced to close your eyes, and when you open them you’re met with the sight of turquoise water

* The ocean is blue, you think

* You’re dazzled by the sight of blue sky melting into the ocean, the sound of the waves, and the loneliness you feel that you don’t notice the heavy sensation cloaked around you isn’t from mere exhaustion

* Not until you see the tanned arm placed against gravelly rock, an arm with unfamiliar veins and muscle definition, and arm that definitely isn’t yours.

* You stir and notice there’s another arm wrapped around your midsection and it’s grip tightens around you.

* “(Y/N).” The voice is familiar, and you relax when you hear it.

* Of course, everything adds up now

* When you feel from the stern of the ship, he must have caught you before you fell in, saving you from the perils of the sea.

* But the tremor in Percy’s voice doesn’t keep you relaxed for long. “I need you to be calm okay?”

* Calm?

* Why would you need to be calm?

* And then it hits you like a pile of bricks.

* Of course.

* Percy is a good boy, but he’s still just an adolescent teenager. You’re his friend but it’s perfectly natural.

* Your tongue is geared to tell him that much, analogies about how a body is just like a computer and when you put in a function it gives a response—completely normal

* Your head tilts up, and you see a flicker of gold.

* Eyes wide, as you take in the outstretched jaw as the creature yawns.

* “Is that a lion?” Percy’s grip on you tightens in affirmation.

* Your eyes narrow, there’s something familiar about the sight of a female lion, a thin gold chain glints around her neck, and you realize why.

* You extend your hand.

* “What the heck are you doing?” Percy hisses as loud as he can. “You’re going to get your arm—” but he stops when the lion gives your hand an intent sniff, and then kicks your palm.

* “That’s you, isn't it a Hypatia?”

* She nuzzles her face against your hand.

* “Clymenstra,” you whisper.

* She’s sent her favorite, she must know you’re here

* You hear a mutter from Percy, something equal parts incredulous and impertinent that you can’t entirely make out

* Being near the sea makes you weak, because when you move to stand it feels like your entire body is pinned under the weight of the ocean, it’s a small miracle you can even breathe

* Percy has to hold you up, and though reluctant, he finally relents and places you on Clymenstra’s back.

* "So that really was just your sword?" You mumble, and he looks at you with a confused expression that confirms your doubt. You'll consider it a small victory for now.

* Her forest passes by you in a flurry of green and orange, you manage to stay awake long enough to see the familiar orange shingle on her Mediterranean cottage, the green of rosemary and thyme that had grown unruly in her garden, and begun to creep on the staccato walls of her cottage.

* Gold eyes, like Liquid sunlight, drenched in concern you’ve only ever seen from your Father

* “Circe, it’s okay.” Is the thought that struggles to creep of my tongue, but all that passes through my lips is her name before darkness overcomes me once again.

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Memory Lane Part 1: Riddled Mind

Characters focused on: Queen of Hearts!Riddle Rosehearts & GN!Reader

Word count: 1k

Summary: You're just an innocent isekai victim who got kidnapped by magic. If that wasn't weird enough, you somehow catch the eye of Riddle Rosehearts, the Queen of Hearts. After being ordered to have tea with him, you make a discovery that somehow makes a lot less sense than everything else you've been exposed to so far.

Or: You wander into another world and meet reincarnations of cartoon villains (who were REAL and also your friends in a past life). Riddle-centric chapter.

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The room is so silent that you can hear the  sound of your calm heartbeat and even Riddle's breath from across the table. When you take another sip of your tea, the clink of the cup on the saucer is almost deafening. Even if you hadn't been watching him, you wouldn't have missed the way Riddle's eyes track the cup and the expressions on your face.

At this point, despite however many times you've wiped your face, you're convinced there's a stain or something that has him so fixated on staring at you. Or maybe it was just your horrendous table manners—the moment you sat down you had practically inhaled all the food on the table after all—but you're pretty sure that staring is pretty rude too, and if it mattered as much to you as it likely does to him, you would've called him out on it. Who knows, maybe staring at people is another one of his crazy rules. You don't feel like getting yelled at so you don't try to find out.

The air has been so still and silent that you jump in your seat when Riddle finally speaks.

"The food is to your liking."

His tone is unreadable. His expression is even more so with half of his face hidden behind his threaded fingers. His grey eyes remain trained on you. You're sure you would've been unnerved already if he didn't have such a soft-looking face.

Despite his steady voice though, you identify a slight lilt at the end of his sentence, as if he was asking a question.

You unconsciously raise a questioning brow mostly to yourself, completely unsure how to respond in a way he'd find acceptable. You take too long thinking and in an attempt to save face you bob your head in some semblance of a nod, to which Riddle's gaze expectedly hardens.

"When I ask you a question, you always reply with either yes, your majesty, or no, your majesty ."

His tone is cold and curt and he's straightened up in his seat, the very picture of authority. Despite his stern gaze though, you find yourself more irritated than afraid or flustered. This must show on your face, judging from the way the queen's eyes widen and his stiff shoulders falter ever-so-slightly.

"Do you want me to curtsy too?" you quip back, and without waiting for an answer, your chair is kicked back with an ugly squeal and you're standing and dipping at the waist with your hands raised in a mocking curtsy. "Why yes, your majestyyyy! The tea cakes were absolutely diviiiine."

You muster the most obnoxious, posh accent possible and enunciate each word with exaggeration. By the time you realize what you're doing, the words have already left your mouth and Riddle is leaned back in his chair with an expression of disbelief on his face. You pull up your own chair and sit back down awkwardly, more than a little mortified at yourself.

Were you even thinking, genius?!

Just. You're not sure where it even came from. You can be a bit impulsive sometimes—a complete idiot a lot of other times—but you never sass someone you just met , let alone a ticking time bomb of a queen who could and would literally behead you at the slightest offense (not to mention it was just plain rude). But what's stranger is that you would be more worried about the threat of disembodiment if you weren't so fixated on that sudden burst of... something ; a strange, overwhelming feeling of familiarity in your body that has you feeling loose and careless. It suddenly feels as if you were sitting with a close friend instead of having tea with a tyrant.

You're pulled from your thoughts by a sudden, high-pitched sound that once again has you looking up at the man sitting across from you. Riddle's shoulders are shaking, and he's bent over and... laughing?

"Oh, you really are the same as they were back then," he says as his giggles die off. He opens his eyes and where there used to be a building grey storm are now a gleaming silvery mirth. His lips are curled into a soft, dainty smile that lifts his cheeks. Looking at him like this, there's no better word to describe him with than… cute . "I was beginning to have doubts, but your demeanor is exactly like what I've seen of them in her memories."

When you met him a few hours ago, you never expected to see such a fond (?!) expression on his face. More unexpectedly is that, despite his reputation for being strict and temperamental (that you yourself have seen first hand), it doesn't feel out of place.

In your mind's eye, you suddenly see an image of an imposing woman donning a massive gown of red and black. A wide smile was stretched across her plump face as she sang songs and clinked teacups with rabbits and cats.

You blink it away, suddenly feeling lightheaded. When you look at Riddle, you feel... different. Out of nowhere, you're overcome by a sense of deja vu just like when you first set foot on the castle grounds with Grim, Ace, and Deuce. It was as if your mind was trying to point out something obvious to you that you can't quite grasp long enough to pin down.

It's not like it was a bad feeling, though. Frustrating, yeah, but not bad. Riddle is still smiling at you, so you suppose it's just a given that a sweeter expression on his face would put you more at ease.

"Sorry, who?" you blurt out and then blink again in an attempt to regain your bearings. "I mean—your majesty...?"

Riddle laughs a bit more into his hand. His smile is wide, thick eyelashes fluttering with each blink just like— and a feeling of genuine relieved warmth eases through your tense limbs unprompted.

"Who else could I mean?" he says in a teasing tone. "You, of course; before you were you."

You blink for the nth time in an attempt to clear your head, unsure if your brain is too muddled or if he was spouting some more Wonderland-brand nonsense.

Seeing your confusion, Riddle clarifies.

"Your past life?" You look at him blankly. His smile turns down into a quizzical frown. "You know... when you were the Beast Tamer?"

You... do not know.

You stare at him cluelessly, your jaw slack. As he stares back with a mirroring bewildered expression, you can only think of one thing to say:

"...That's not a Disney movie."

Dared (Brothers + Side Characters minus Luke)

(slight Lesson 45 spoilers)

Content: crack, slightly suggestive

Context: After you get your sorcerer's license while studying as Solomon's apprentice, you are now an accomplished sorcerer and pact master, and as such, you need to decipher some tomes for Solomon. You decided to take a break and went downstairs to make a trip to the kitchen and back, easy. However, the RAD student council president and vice president had other ideas.

AN: Based off of this animatic by @omnibread1 (aklsjlkasdj i loved it so much i had to write this 😭) this is also my first post after months of lurking around on obey me tumblr

Scenario: You were in your room, meticulously pouring over the several grimoires Solomon had lent you. Gingerly flipping an ancient-looking page about herbs, you hissed as the dry paper rubbed against your sore fingertips, the faded remnants of a curse still present on the book. It had been nearly four hours and you had only managed to decipher two chapters of text. You were glad Solomon had enchanted your reading glasses to translate the runes on the old sheets, otherwise you'd have taken DAYS. Your voice was constricted from not having spoken a word ever since you boarded yourself up in your room for the afternoon.

It was now six in the evening and you were at your wit's end. The House of Lamentation had been quiet for the most part; but now it was alive with the sounds of the brothers' various activities and bickering. Diavolo, Barbatos and the Purgatory Hall members had also come over for unofficial business, and their chorus of voices joined the clamour. "Dear God help me, your problem children are being problematic again-" You rubbed circles into your temples, sighing. Maybe you should be taking a break. After all, one can only translate runes for so many hours before going insane. You stood up, chucking your pencil at the bed as the chair legs screeched against the floor. You pushed past the door, walking down the stairs. Diavolo, Lucifer, Simeon and Barbatos were gathered around a table, discussing student council duties pertaining to the exchange program over glasses of Demonus, while Solomon, Asmo and Satan sat in armchairs, chatting away about things they had seen over the week. Mammon and Levi were playing Devil Kart, cursing each other every time one of them would fall behind. Belphie was surprisingly not asleep, but leaning against Beel with an amused expression on his face as he watched Mammon and Levi hurl creative insult after insult at each other. Beel was on his third cheeseburger, chatting with Luke, who was ranting about the latest baking fads.

You ignored the noise, passing through the living room to get to the kitchen and grab a glass of water. Your eyelids were heavy from staring at runes for so long, and you blinked several times as the light from the kitchen temporarily blinded you. You sighed again, hoping to finish up annotating the grimoires before dinner, snorting when you realized how much you sounded like Lucifer.

Speaking of the devil, as you headed back through the living room for the staircase, Lucifer had gotten up and was staggering towards you. Diavolo and Simeon cheered Lucifer on; apparently they had dared him to do...something. Weren't they supposed to be discussing business stuff a couple minutes ago? Even Barbatos seemed to have a sly grin as he watched Lucifer clumsily maneuver across the room to where you were standing. Were they all...drunk? Belphie and Satan had their phones out, recording potential Anti-Lucifer Club blackmail material.

Lucifer pushed you back against the wall, leaning forward to make a move. The force of your shoulders hitting the wall made your neck joint pop, releasing built-up tension and making the demon pause. A drunk Lucifer was a troublesome one to deal with, albeit endearing. You took advantage of his momentary confusion and grasped his hair, before promptly jerking his head backwards and putting distance between the two of you. A breathy moan escaped his mouth from the force of being tugged.

The entire room was dead silent, everyone staring in shock. You peered over the enchanted glasses to look into his crimson eyes. They were wide with surprise. An artful smile crept its way up your face.

"That's a little too close for comfort, don't you think, Mr. Morningstar?" You had meant for the words to come across as playful, but your unused voice sounded more tired and teasing than intended. The atmosphere immediately thickened, tendrils of excitement tension swirling around the room. The firstborn was rooted to the spot, unable to react. Your gaze softened, and you pulled Lucifer closer, fondly carding your fingers through the Avatar of Pride's raven locks. "I still have some work to do. I'll be with you all in a bit!" You said cheerfully, before pecking his forehead and turning on your heel to climb up the stairs, leaving the living room in stunned silence.

At least you'd finally get some peace and quiet for a while.

🍷 LUCIFART 🍷

What

He deadass froze the moment you yanked his head back in front of everybody

Somewhere in the back of his mind he made a mental note to punish you for creating such a spectacle

But the moment you peered over those gold-rimmed glasses of yours

ERROR: Lucifer.exe has crashed

SIMP ALERT SIMP ALERT

How dare you

You just...reprimanded him? WHY did you look at him like that

WhEn did you get so assertive MC

Knees weak, arms heavy

He's supposed to be the sadist but he wouldn't mind pushing his ego aside if it meant you'd do this more often

Sorry Lucifer everyone's trying to blackmail you but this is kind of your problem now

Every time something pulls at his hair > Whether it's his coat when he takes it off > Or just his own horns getting caught in the thick locks > His face goes red from the memory it evokes > He cannot face anyone

The way you stared into his eyes and then. Smooched his blessed forehead. It stirred up something from the depths of the abyss that demons call Lucifer's heart.

Scared and aroused

Marriage. Now.

💸 MAMMOAN 💸

Was about to throw in the towel after losing to Levi in Devil Kart for nearly the third time in a row when he noticed how quiet the room had gotten

Turns around and sees Lucifer attempting to pin you to the wall

Opens mouth to protest when...

Okay now his mouth is just open from shock

WTF MC WHAT aRE YA DOING

Did he just see what he thought he saw-

Dies

SIMP ALERT SIMP ALERT PT. 2

Inner masochist is quaking and shaking

Please do that to him too 👉👈

Will absolutely buy you several pairs of glasses in the hopes of seeing you make that wildly hot gesture again

Would definitely try to bring the incident up at gatherings and parties if it weren't for the withering glare Lucifer would shoot him from across the room

Anyways please do that to him 👉👈

🎮 LEVI-cHaN 🎮

Nearly drops his fukin controller when he spots Lucifer trying to practically kabedon you

Hisses

UHHHH

We already know this man is into degradation and glasses

You are enabling his fantasies by doing this

Face goes red

When you do the glasses thing he can't even relate it to an anime he watched because he's too busy having a nosebleed

Just like Mammon, secretly wants you to do that to him too 👉👈

How he wishes he could've recorded your voice in that one moment

Is probably going to tweet about it from one of his alt accounts for DAYS

When he finally recovers from the sight

ROFLMFAOOOOOOOOO

Bribes Satan for the video clip of you handing Lucifer's ass to him

Will not post it anywhere, but rewatch it for hours on end

The sight of your inner meanie has him shivering

Do NOT ask him what he is watching on his D.D.D. he will be mortified

📖 STANLEY 📖

What - pt. 2

He wanted to go super saiyan the moment Lucifer touched you

But at the same time

He tried his hardest to not laugh

HIS LUNGS ARE GOING TO BURST

Is practically biting his sleeve, trying to muffle the demonic screeching

Clutched his rapidly tightening chest with his left arm that is conveniently not obstructed by a jacket sleeve

REFUSED to delete the video because: > One, Lucifer is acting like a total clutz > Two, YOU ARE GOING TO GIVE HIM A HEART ATTACK WITH THAT FACE

It's really easy to tell whenever he's looking at the video because his face goes red four seconds in

It's around the moment you look at his brother with your glasses doing "the thing"

Like a librarian

But hotter

He will fantasize about you as a hot librarian

Buys books with really small text on purpose so that whenever the two of you read together you have to use your glasses and honestly that's a win for him

💄 ASMHOEDEUS 💄

OHOHOHOHOHO

Is too riled up right now to notice that everyone else is also riled up

DAMN BAE YOU'RE GONNA AWAKEN THE HORNI MONSTER

MC, hon. DO THAT AGAIN.

Very jealous, wishing it was him instead of Lucifer

Squealing > Loudly

Hair pulling? YES???

And that dominant voice? DOUBLE YES???

How are you so attractive on accident

Will blackmail Satan for the video

Didn't care much for glasses until you just. MURDERED THE LOOK.

As Avatar of Lust you'd think he would be used to seeing such things

But when it comes to you suddenly it's the biggest breaking news

WHY DID YOU HIDE THIS SIDE OF YOU FROM HIM >:)

🍔 BEELZEBURGER 🍔

Chokes

WEREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE SWEET AND INNOCENT?

WHAT IS THIS

Shot straight up, causing Belphie to fall over and accidentally post the video on Devilgram, exposing it to the entirety of the Devildom (MC if you have a billion more simps you know whose fault it is)

Mans so red his face is nearly steaming

Cannot comprehend why what you did is making him feel other things

Isn't hungry for food anymore

Just like Mammon, will take the initiative to get you to wear glasses more often

The sight of you looking so authoritative...satiates his appetite, to say in the least

Will never be able to look at you ever again without getting hot and bothered

Sometimes chuckles to himself when he remembers Lucifer's face

He hadn't seen his older brother so flustered since...

Wait

This was the first time...

BELPHIE HE'S GOING TO NEED THAT VIDEO

💤 BELPHEEHEE 💤

AWAKE

Lucifer, wh-

MC WHAT

He was sleepily taking a video because who would miss a chance to humiliate Lucifer

Not you, that's who

Why did you have to look so sexy though

Scared and aroused pt. 2

The look in your eyes will keep him wide awake for the next few days

Secretly thanks Diavolo for daring Lucifer to do...whatever he was supposed to do

Will you touch his hair like that

Please 👉👈

Oops...now it's all on Devilgram

Maybe people won't see it

But he's a celebrity literally everyone's going to see it

Meh as long as it makes his brother angry

Beel why do you want this video > "I mean it's understandable but don't you think we should get to keep MC's face to ourselves" > "Belphie you literally let eight million demons see MC's face" > "Okay...and your point is?"

"Mine >:3"

Will watch you while pretending to sleep in hopes of seeing the holy reenactment again

👑 DIAVOLORINO 👑

Haha go Lucifer you totally got this

Bet you can't show MC how smooth you are in front of everybody

Wait...

MC DID WHAT

He is FLOORED

HIS exchange student

PULLING HIS RIGHT-HAND MAN'S HAIR

LUCIFER MOVE I WANT MC TO TOUCH ME LIKE THAT "my lord...no"

shush barbatos do you not know an opportunity when you see one

You are so kind and calm most of the time

So THIS??? His imagiNATION is going CRAZY

MC u r coming with me rn

I can offer you riches, a palace, my love, affection, and these tiddies

haha no u don't have a choice

You make him forget that he's royalty sometimes

Visits to the Castle increase by 200%

🍵 BARBZ 🍵

SHOOK

M'lord

Are you sure giving Lucifer THAT specific dare is a good idea

Oh wait

It is indeed a good idea

How was this like the only thing he missed when looking into the timeline

Never mind that MC would you like to come over for tea? :)

No, he doesn't have ulterior motives. :)

Of course not, that would be very un-gentlemanly of him. :)

This man will forever remember the way you pulled the firstborn's hair so roughly

Part of the "Please Do That To Me Too" squad 👉👈

Of course, will not tell you this deletes timelines where you accidentally find out

Glass of Demonus is trembling in his hand as he struggles to maintain composure, calm smile wavering

If you touch his hair any time after the incident, his heart will flatline

Hello? Earth Hell to Barbatooos??

Huh he must be doing that freaky time travel stuff again

Repeatedly re-visits that specific moment in the timeline

Yes Lord Diavolo he does know an opportunity when he sees one

🖋️ SIMEONROLL 🖋️

DIO SANTO-

LUKE CLOSE YOUR EYES

Luci you lucky bas-

Sorry, that language is not befitting of an angel

MC he thought you were pure

He can sense the sheer amount of unholiness in the room *Inches away from Asmodeus' suffocating aura*

Dear Holy God he does not think he can base any TSL chapters off of this moment, despite how spicy

Come on, Christopher Peugot do it, Levi will absolutely go nuts

Oh dear it doesn't look like his friend will be recovering from this anytime soon

Totally doesn't resort to using the incident as blackmail to force Lucifer to hangout with him otherwise he will tell Michael

Considered taking a picture, before deciding he could get Satan or Belphegor to send him the video (that video has gone viral in the Celestial Realm too now; huh, wonder who was behind it)

Silently commends Lord Diavolo for putting Lucifer up to this

🌟 SOLOMON-STER 🌟

Damn MC

#betrayed #brocken

Hair pulling was his thing...y'know?

He'll forgive you though, only because you're his dear apprentice <3

But also because he is rapidly losing blood through his nose like Levi

Don't worry he'll survive he's immortal and has been through worse

"I've been alive for so long...is this the sight that will bring me to my end? I don't mind tho haha"

Jesus KNOWS he would divorce all of his 700 wives and 300 concubines if it meant he could marry you like rn

An unholy matrimony indeed :D

Will get possessive of you once he reads the room

MY apprentice >:)

He's literally a second Mammon

Secretly gets a kick out of knowing he's indirectly the reason MC looked so adorably tired and sexc

Will absolutely make you decipher more tomes with him if it means you'll wear those glasses more often

Maybe he can use this to blackmail Lucifer into making a pact with him

Deeply fucking unsettling things about the Honored One himself, Satoru Gojo

Thanks to his ability to fuck with gravity, you put him in a blank, empty room with identical walls, floor, and ceiling with no doors or windows, he'll quickly lose track of which way is up. Realistically this situation would probably never happen, but the concept freaks him out ever since Geto made a joke about it once.

Gojo's body maintains a perfect thermodynamic equilibrium, making his skin creepily cool to the touch. He can go out in a blizzard with shorts on, and between that and Infinity, he'd be perfectly fine. It makes for a cool party trick, because he can stick his hand in a candle flame or put cigarettes out on his arms with no ill effects.

He's unsettlingly clean at all times, because dirt can't touch him. Gojo hasn't needed to use stain remover on his uniform in years.

He quite literally has six eyes. He keeps four of them shut and all of them hidden most of the time, though, because a) looking into all six at once would liquefy the brain of your average human, and b) his Six Eyes are constantly feeding unfathomable amounts of information into his brain every second. Even with his tolerance to his powers and mastery of the reverse curse technique, there's only so much stimuli a human brain can process without completely shutting down, and Gojo doesn't want to find out what that'll do to him--in a nutshell, just because he can see things that mankind can't even hope to comprehend doesn't mean he wants to.

He can perceive the entire electromagnetic spectrum, meaning he can see shrimp colors. Everyone else desperately wants him to describe the shrimp colors. Gojo continues to smugly refuse.

Because of his reverse curse technique constantly refreshing and regenerating his body, he just. doesn't really need to eat anymore. or drink. or even breathe. His body is basically frozen at peak physical condition, and it's very likely that he is functionally immortal.

Sometimes, Gojo forgets what pain feels like, because nothing can touch him. Pain feels almost like pleasure to him, because nothing can hurt him. Nothing can even touch him, and Gojo has secretly developed a perverted interest in seeing how badly he can mutilate himself before he's forced to reengage his technique and heal.

Gojo can bend and contort himself in ways that aren't humanly possible, run faster and farther and lift heavier objects than anyone alive, because his body can repair itself almost as fast as it's damaged, depending on how severe the injury. Basically, he has permanent hysterical strength, letting him push his body past its limits to perform feats that would kill a normal human with no ill effects.

Gojo doesn't sleep. He literally can't unless he releases his technique, because his body is constantly being refreshed and doesn't need to shut down. Oh well, it's for the better. He's most vulnerable while he's sleeping anyway, and it opens up his schedule by a lot.

His teeth grow now, almost like a rodent's. He has to file them down to be able to open and close his mouth properly, along with much more frequent trimming of his hair and nails.

His skin is oddly smooth, and unnaturally pristine. Gojo hasn't recieved a single scar since Toji sliced him open, and all the ones he'd recieved before are healed flawlessly at this point. His hands are so soft they make it look like he hasn't fought a day in his life, because calluses aren't able to form anymore.

Gojo's been around the world countless times now. He can go wherever he wants with a thought; the only cost is his sanity. Warping himself across the Pacific for lunch in San Francisco is fun, but he can only do it a few times a week if he doesn't want to have another... ah, episode.

These episodes involve blackouts, gaps in his memory where his powers manage to slip their leashes from overuse and literally short-circuit his brain. He's only had a few so far, and every time, he wakes up in the infirmary completely unscathed, with blood all over his clothes and an awful fucking migraine. Nobody knows what happens or where he goes, and all Shoko's been able to tell him is that when it happens, he seems to go into a giddy fugue before blasting his way out of the compound and vanishing for anywhere from days to weeks. Gojo's absolutely terrified of these episodes, because he's wholly aware that if he lost it for real, nobody would be able to stop him.

He looks human enough, but if you look closer, he quickly starts to set off the uncanny valley effect. It's like a wolf in sheep's clothing--because you know how dangerous he is, even though he appears relatively harmless at first. Everyone who meets him has the same fear response clawing at the back of their mind as their hindbrain screams at them to fucking run, because Gojo is an apex predator in the body of a prey animal. His very presence awakens primal fear that's been entrenched in every human since the dawn of time--the fear of things that go bump in the night, of cosmic horrors beyond what mankind can even hope to comprehend.

His eyes glow all the time now, and the energy crackling in the air around him feels like the static that comes before a lightning strike. Satoru Gojo is insistent that he's still human even though he's the strongest, but... is he, really?

well, uhmmm.... hm

A/N: I Was trying to get this ready for christmas but today is PJO epsiode day and that works too.

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<This is Part 35!>

* “Your plan is to abscond into the night like some second class degenerate?”

* Dionysus watches you pack your bag with his eyebrows wrinkled together.

* You don’t pay him much kind as you pack your backpack, saving an extra pair of clothes for when you feel particularly hopeless and could use the pick-me-up of clean clothes.

* “That’s right, could you turn around? I want to change.”

* Dennis flushes at the request and then, realizing what you’re trying to do, he scowls.

* “That’s not funny.”

* “Who said I was joking?” You do want to change, the camp half blood t-shirt isn’t exactly conspicuous.

* You’re thinking of some shorts and a tank top seem to be the best option at this moment.

* And then a thought enters your mind.

* Oh, I mean I couldn’t possibly ask him that.

* “Hey Dennis, how the heck do you have any kids when you haven’t been able to leave camp for over a hundred years.”

* You know that there was that whole thing where Zeus turns to light or a swan or something, but you can’t see an honest, decent man like Dionysus pulling tricks like that.

* “There’s only the two; Castor and Pollux,” he responds.

* “Yeah, but still, how’d you even meet their mom when there’s a bolt of lightning every time you even look at the horizon?”

* Dionysus shakes his head, his teeth nibbling on the inside of his cheek.

* “All of Zeus’ children share half the same genetic makeup, so what difference does it make if it’s me or one of my siblings?”

* He’s been so small until now, practically shrinking into the corner of your cabin as you packed your bag, but he feels oddly strong right now.

* If someone else doesn’t want the children, he’ll take them.

* It’s as simple as that.

* “Makes sense,” you say. Because it does, and if your positions were reversed you might do the same.

* I can’t help but wonder what degenerate son of Zeus isn’t claiming their kid though

* Dennis sighs. “I don’t think this is a good idea by the way, you haven’t even visited the oracle.”

* “Why wake her up? She’s resting so peacefully.” The oracle, or Rachel Dare, is some hippie who ended up here in the thirties to write poetry, and just…decided to stay. There’s some Mumbo jumbo about the curse of an oracle or something but I get the feeling she doesn’t mind too much.

* “Besides I’ve got the prophecy of a witch right?” Your dreams haven’t gotten any better, and your interpretations of them aren’t any better than Psyche’s, but they are something.

* Dennis gives you a hard look before sighing.

* “Are you at least going to say goodbye?”

* “I already said goodbye, didn't I?”

* You spent thirty minutes explaining what happened on the hill, and another thirty debating with Dionysus why you couldn’t ignore this request from Hermes.

* You’re tempted to ask Dionysus if he knew there were rumors on Olympus that Hades isn’t your Dad, but you decide not to push your luck.

* He’s barley in the mood to speak with you as it is.

* He sighs again when he hears your answers, and instead of words all you hear is the soft click of the cabin door closing shut.

* You change quickly, glancing at the clock. It’s almost midnight. You tug on your jacket, and grab your backpack and staff.

* When you get outside you’re suprised to find him here.

* You snort.

* “Does Dennis think you’re going to change my mind?”

* The corner of Ares' mouth quirks up.

* “Nah, this is a personal call.”

* Your eyebrows wrinkle together when he takes your hand in both of his.

* “No one will admit it, because it’s not as sophisticated as strategy, but violence has its place.”

* He holds your hand to his heart.

* “I bless you, (Y/N), child of the Underworld, may your weapons never miss and may your wars be successful.”

* Your palm is itchy, a sensation that only subsides when Ares lets go of your hand.

* The image of a shield and spear burn in bright on your palm.

* It’s such a kind gesture, kinder than you know Ares is usually capable of.

* But it’s bittersweet at best, and Hermes words rung in your ears.

* “I’d never let anyone lay claim to my children like that.”

* “Have you ever blessed anyone before?” There’s an edge in your voice but you don’t care, not even when it takes Ares off guard.

* You’re bracing yourself for the answer, feeling anger rise in your chest.

* “Of course I have.”

* You shake your head. “Someone who wasn’t your child.”

* He looks confused, “how else am I supposed to pay back favors?”

* And then he starts listing them off.

* Jason, Hercules, Castor and Pollux, Rachel, and a slew of others.

* “Athena and I used to have an agreement to bless each other's champions, but that ended with Odysseus. I think she’s still butt hurt about how that whole thing ended up.”

* About how he was killed by his own son, and his heir didn’t slaughter the boy is what he must mean.

* “I even blessed that boy that’s caused all this mess,” your head snaps up.

* “Luke?”

* Ares nods.

* “A bit short sighted of me with how things turned out, but Hermes brought him to me all swaddled in blue blankets, I couldn’t say no.”

* “But Hermes said he’d never let any other god have a claim to his child.”

* Ares scoffs.

* “Since when did a blessing mean I have a claim on you? I’m just asking my domain to give you a little respect.”

* “B-but then why would he say that?”

* Ares looks at you like he’s confused. The corner of his mouth twitches in amusement.

* “Are you really asking why a god would lie?”

* Because they want something from you obviously.

* “Hermes isn’t like me or Den,”

* And you’re expecting something overly gratuitous or disparaging, confirming that Hermes is the worst of them, just like Circe’s always said.

* “He’s good with words.”

* It’s not good or bad, not unless you put a connotation on it.

* And you don’t know how to respond to that.

* Ares smiles and places his hand on your shoulder.

* “Even if you get your boy back, don’t forget you promised me a date in ten years.”

* And just like that he’s incorrigible again.

* You roll your eyes, but you wave when you cross the hill, and he waves back.

* You stand at the edge of the bluff at the far edge of camp, the ocean unfurling before you like an abyss.

* And then, like the glow of a lamp, you see a yellow light cut through the darkness.

* There it is.

* You take your staff in hand, it extends, the wings at the end quadrupling in size.

* You straddle the broom, and take a deep breath, pinching your eyes close.

* “Hermes if you lied about this too, Persephone will make sure every moment of your life is pure agony,” you mutter.

* You kick off the bluff, and the world stands still.

* I guess he wasn’t lying after all.

* The wind brushes against your face, brushing your hair back when you surge forward.

* You’ve flown on your broom before, in the underworld where you’re safe, under a false sky.

* But this feels completely different.

* The scent of the sky, ozone, grass, and hints of the sea, is overwhelming.

* It feels like life

* And when you land on the deck you’re so overcome with emotion it takes you almost two minutes to realize someone is staring at you.

* You turn to see a middle age woman, someone who you’d categorize as ‘mom age’, wearing a pink hibiscus print dress, staring straight at you.

* “O-oh, hello, I’m just a, I’m just on a —”

* She walks right past you with a dazed expression, like you’re not even there.

* You stare at her as she trails down the hallway, running into a wall before turning.

* “That’s not normal.”

* You transfigure your wand into a ring, sliding it onto your finger as you explore the ship.

* It’s some sort of character themed cruise ship, the kind you see ads for on television that your dad alway says sound like fun, but then exactly five seconds later he gets a dark look on his face when he remembers the rest of the family would be there too and then says “nevermind”

* But unlike the fun filled advertisements none of these people look like they’re having fun, or that they know what they’re doing at all.

* They’re all walking around with dazed expressions, like they’re walking in a dream—

* Like they’re walking through mist.

* You slink around the ship, turning your invisibility jacket on when you hear two footsteps.

* “I always knew he was tough, but it feels so much worse now,” one groans

* “You’re telling me, what do you think he’s going to do with them?” The other asks.

* You’re curious to hear more but they round the corner.

* You look down the hall from where they came from, at the end are two large mahogany doors.

* You’re about to turn around when you hear him.

* “I didn’t dishonor her!” Luke shouts.

* And your first instinct is to wrap your arms around him, tuck his head into your chest and tell him that he’s okay. He made a mistake but you can both fix it.

* Your hand is curled around the door handle.

* “This isn’t right Luke,” she says.

* Annbeth?

* “You were there Annabeth, how can you think that after everything we’ve seen?”

* You crack the door open, they’re so entrenched in their discussion no one notices you.

* It’s not just Annabeth. Percy and Tyson are here too.

* But you don’t get the privilege to worry about how they ended up here.

* Because any thought in your head disappears the second you see Luke.

* He’s wearing a blue Tom Ford button down shirt and a pair of khaki pants. There’s a fine layer of stubble across his face, but not in a depraved there’s-no-place-to-shower kind of way, but in the careless way you’ve seen the older boys in school when they can’t be bothered to shave. He got a haircut too, something preppy and cut close to the ears.

* Every ounce of affection or sympathy you had for this boy is gone, and when you see his shoes—the smooth brown sheen you know to be calfskin leather.

* You are filled with anger you have never known.

* It is like anything you could or have ever felt is replaced with a single emotion, like your entire existence is just this one thing.

* And it is white hot rage.

* “If you knew what was coming—”

* The door’s burst open with a gust wind.

* Luke looks at you, his eyes wide in surprise.

* “YOU BETRAYED ME TO PRETEND TO BE SOME TRUST FUND DICK?” you scream.

* Percy and Annabeth cover their ears, wincing at the sound.

* Luke just stands there, his mouth gaping open.

* “Fuck,” he hisses.

* And then he turns around, and runs.

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