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[nightlyarrows]

@flownfar​ TRISTANS POPS THE QUESTION

the hunter was nervous as hell. maybe it was the fact that he turned invisible, snuck into a jewelry shop, and used the phantom’s bracelet to swipe two rings. maybe it was the fact that he was going to ask milo a question that he was scared for the answer. either way, he had prepared a small dinner for them to have on the beach. the companions were the one calming him down as he walked them back to the hotel on his way to pick milo up. tristan finally brought him to the candlelit dinner and after they finished their meals and before dessert, he moved down to sit on one knee. his palms were still fucking sweaty. “you’ve been saving me for over seven months now, always there for me and having my back in everything. you’ve taught me how to love, how to stop going through the world alone, that opening my heart isn’t the scariest thing out there.” the archer fished out one of the boxes from his pocket, opening it up to show milo the ring. “y’know when they said love completes a person? i never thought that to be true, but you’ve made me a believer. i’m used to sleeping with you in my arms or vice versa. i wake up earlier just to spend more time with you. you take my breath away and give it back all with one look. i don’t know how you do it, but love is magic and i know that now.” with hope filling his eyes, he cleared a throat a bit so he can finally finish. “milo skywalker, would you do me the honor in marrying me? whether you’re teleporting out of danger or i’m hunting you down, there’s no one else i’d rather spend the rest of my life with.” 

[healedserpent]

He wouldn’t imagine any other career for himself than medicine. The schooling was a challenge, likewise outside responsibilities catering and fluffing up his resume for a good hospital to take him in. But, if he ever posed the thought, maybe working in athletics would be his life in another universe. What if he kept up his track and field, get a scholarship in high school and go across the country to pursue education and try his hand at competitions? Maybe then parties would be commonplace in his life, rather than late night study sessions and coffee-fueled day-walking. 

Maybe then he’d be accustom to this tailored dress-code.

He walked into the party with an indigo jacket covering up his arms and part of his chest, while the lace shirt peeked underneath and leather pants gained warm glow from the light. He adjusted the cuffs and first found himself lingering by the drinks, sipping at his ambrosia from time to time. Then came Milo, the one with the broken nose. He remembered him, likewise the most recent physical. But all matters of that nature weren’t in the forefront of his mind.

Julian wanted to get to know him as a person and not a patient, for a change. He grabbed a spare cup and filled it with ambrosia, bringing it over to the shorter son of Hermes. Julien cracked a smile and bowed his head a notch, “Pleasant seeing you here, Milo. How’re you doing? The party’s only begun, but I have a feeling it will be a good one.”

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[healingdemigod]

@flownfar wanted a starter. 

“Anyone know where you can get some decent booze around here?” Jackson asked as he dropped against the door frame of Milo’s cabin, his voice echoing though-out the cabin. It wasn’t like he’d picked a cabin of any particular cabin, this was more of a lucky draw thing.  He’d already heard about some house parties in the cabin and someone had to know how to chill out right? God knows Jackson had been thrown into the deep end with all this god stuff and at those times, it was ever drink or fuck and frankly, booze was looking pretty good right now 

“Or at least some decent fun?” He added as he stepped into Milo’s cabin, his ears pricked up for any sound. Jackson was wearing a pretty standard black V-neck and a pair of tight jeans, somehow still pulling off the abercrombie and fitch model look he had even in the god damn weird Greek god cabin.   His eyes sweeping over the cabin with a little hum. 

[lelandwindsor-blog]

he wasn’t the only one who almost died. recklessness and too quick decisions were a guillotine above all of their heads. they were just the ones on the chopping block when it happened. both not quick enough to make it to safety, even one as quick as the son of hermes. their interactions prior have been few and far between, words exchanged here and there, glances, but nothing more. leland can’t have that any longer, not after death waved its scythe in his direction twice in too few hours. he stops at the threshold of the son of hermes cabin, one hand in the pocket of his jacket, and knocks. “milo? you, uh, you home?” it’s awkward, but a start. 

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[warscn]

                𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  losing  another  person.    kaz  had  gone,  and  another  had  taken  his  place.    xander,  of  course,  avoided  him,  making  sure  he  didn’t  have  to  make  small  talk  with  any  of  the  new  guys.     after  his  run,  he  found  himself  looking  at  the  other  male.    ❛   you  good ??  ❜   he  asked,  but  he  had  a  feeling  the  other  wasn’t.   after  the  attack,  who  was ??   @flownfar

[thunderxson]

@flownfar

     “You portal’d, right?” There’s no hesitation in his question, practically bouncing on his heels after he was finally getting back to his old self. Feeling better about everything, after managing to work through a lot of his issues with Ari, figuring out the best way to move forward. Making better note of what to do, what not to do, pay more attention as they went rather than just ignoring things. And now... Now he was a little too curious about what the other team had managed to do when they were working.

      “That’s awesome.” Okay, yes, he was a nerd. “Was it more like nightcrawler with a bamf, or just. Going from A to B with a blip or...” Was he asking too many questions? Yes. Did he care? Not in the slightest.

[nightlyarrows]

@flownfar​ 

feeling the other shift on the bed had almost become instinct for tristan the more nights that they spent together. like shooting an arrow or trying to sense animals around him. either way, the archer woke up and quickly moved to grab milo’s hand. “don’t, please don’t.” whenever they left the cabin they were meant with the real world. the last time he was woken up, a crazy child and her demonic creatures were let loose and needed a tetanus shot. that same night milo had managed to drop kick him somehow even though he was invisible. “i’m going to keep on being selfish because apparently good things happen whenever i am.” tristan wasn’t burned alive when he put himself first apparently. “i’m not leaving this cabin until i can at least get used to the daylight again and that mean i’m not letting you leave either.” he pulled milo onto him again, leaning forward to press a soft kiss on his lips. “how did you sleep? hopefully there was a good dream about me involved.”

[nightlyarrows]

@flownfar​ gets a needy trist ! 

the hunter was absolutely tired. he didn’t go to the party because he was researching a lot. he accidentally summoned nyx AGAIN and broke his connection to artemis. the dagger was no longer attuned, he felt closer to artemis again, and he finally stopped his obsession with nyx. now it was time to get back into the normal swing of things, only it wasn’t completely normally. whether he was in his or milo’s cabin, he was used to being the one on top most of the time. the dominant tease. although now his clothes were thrown on the floor along with the sheets. his head was thrown back as his eyes were closed. milo was probably coming back from his morning jog now, they already had breakfast, it was the perfect time. tristan started to play with himself. his hand lazily moved up and down his cock, not paying too much attention to it. what was most surprising was when he pushed his legs up and started to tease his own hole. he heard the front door open and could tell it was milo because of the fact that he barely heard the footsteps. “fuck,” the archer finally slipped a finger into his tight hole after a lot of teasing, throwing his head further back and letting out a soft moan. “fuck, milo please. please fuck me.” he was practically beginning for the other man to fill him up.