mild blood

You sincerely think your shop must be cursed since Overlords seem to frequent it, but nothing prepares you for the Radio Demon crossing the threshold of your shop.

"My eggs are ready," Neuvillette purred against Wriothesley's skin, and Wriothesley sucked in a quiet breath.

“We really aren’t supposed to let omegas down here when our more feral alphas are in rut like this,” the beta hedged once the lift opened up to the basement floor. “Well, I won’t tell if you won’t,” Mingi said flippantly, breezing past the beta to follow the alluring scent that had been calling to him ever since he’d first entered the illegal auction house. As Mingi drew closer and closer to the growling, muzzled alpha chained up in a pen at the far end of the room, it seemed like his many years of searching for his true mate were finally about to pay off. And oh, he was perfect.

Kidnapped and taken to Homeworld, put on trial as the Rose Quartz, rebel, criminal, murderer. Could things get any worse? Probably. Could they get any better? Maybe. The trial was a disaster. His lawyer had clearly been set up, the poor Zircon forced to defend him and terrified of her own potential shattering the entire time. At least Lars was okay, even if he was stuck sitting on the cold floor with a bubble around his head. It seemed as though he wouldn’t get the chance to say anything, to truly defend himself when Yellow Diamond claps her hands together, cheerily calling for his execution. That is until Blue Diamond decides she wants to hear what happened directly from him. She wants to know how his mom, how he shattered Pink Diamond. He stands on the raised platform, fiddling with his fingers, nervous under the scrutiny of the two massive women. He can’t do this. He can’t pretend to be her, he doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to take her punishment, he doesn’t want to die.

When Percy Jackson slipped into the car Thalia Grace had occupied, he'd expected a neat conversation, maybe a bit of a retreat from having to sleep in cold, lonesome cars for a bit. He certainly hadn't expected to confront a new-found fascination with muscular thighs, nor confront the crush he'd been nursing since meeting her in the summer, but, well, here we are. Who would've thought it would be returned though? They do argue like a married couple though... With the Great Prophecy hanging over their heads, and so much pressure on their shoulders, sometimes comfort has to be found in letting go with another person, just for a little bit. Life's too short. (a one-shot, for now, unless people like this enough. Then I might do a Heroes of Olympus second chapter.)