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chasingpj · 3 years

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𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

"Bye, for now, puddles."

pairing: percy jackson x child of hecate!reader

words: 6,220

warnings: a little angst, missing a meal, death of a parent, i believe that is all.

timeline: post sea of monsters

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a/n: hi hi! I'm so excited to finally get this chapter to you guys. I'm sorry this literally took a month. i was taking two writing-intensive courses this summer and i was just burnt out. i hope you enjoy it!

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten

A grunt escapes you; your contorted body weighs down the top of your suitcase as your damp fingers slip off the metal zipper. The unforgivingly humid weather provokes the heat of your efforts, adding to your discomfort. There’s urgency in your fingers, your frustration growing at each failed attempt to close your suitcase.

“Y/n! Hurry up!” Atticus shouts from outside of the Hermes cabin. As the zipper slips out of your grasp once again, you throw your head back in annoyance, hand coming up to push away wisps of hair that fall on your face. A familiar chuckle comes from the corner of the room, grabbing your attention from the wooden ceiling. Connor sits on the side of his bed; his comic book forgotten beside him as you fussing over your suitcase seems to be more interesting to him.

“It’s not funny,” you grumble, sitting onto your heels.

Connor rises from his bed, shrugging his shoulders with a smirk. He kneels by your suitcase, “It’s kinda funny.”

The corners of your mouth almost curve up, but you stop yourself, opting for a roll of your eyes instead.

“What the hades do you have in here?” The tips of his fingers turn white as he pulls on the little piece of metal. You shift your weight to the corner he works on, but it helps him as much as it helped you earlier.

“My brother’s left a bunch of books behind, so Lou Ellen and I split them up. She’s taking half, and I take the rest. We’ll study them and then exchange notes.” A hum of acknowledgment comes from Connor’s lips as he inches the suitcase closed.

“You guys are a bunch of nerds.” You squint at the other with a playful offense, and he laughs at your hardened features. “I bet you guys study more than the Athena Kids,” he teases.

“There’s a lot to learn,” you say simply, watching as he brings the zipper to the end. He leans back on his heels, and you move to take in the half-empty cabin.

The sight of the Hermes cabin being this tidy was foreign. There aren’t any sleeping bags on the floor; the belongings of your many cabin mates didn’t clutter the walls or the corners of the room as they usually do. It’s funny. There are always complaints of the cabin being too small, but it appears bigger without the mess.

“Will you and Atticus visit throughout the year?” Connor’s expression is hopeful. As the last day of camp approached, Connor’s wishes of a full cabin all year round became more apparent. The shift from a max-capacity cabin to a half-empty one must be a tough transition for social people like Stoll Brothers. If it were you, you’d be counting down the days of everyone’s departure.

You ruffle his brown locks, “we’ll probably stop by for, maybe, spring break?” Connor’s hopefulness begins to sag, and you frown. Spring break is pretty far from now, huh? “Depending on how mortal life treats us. You know, we might be back soon,” you add on quickly, hoping to lift his smile.

Though you wish to go home, you’re dreading all the supernatural activity you’ll have to deal with once you leave. Your father works tirelessly to protect the house, but entities always manage to get in. And if they can’t, they don’t mind hanging outside.

The hopefulness that faded from Connor’s face restores, and he gives you that famous mischievous smirk. “Well, I hope the ghosts bother you guys enough to come to visit early.” His tone is playful, but you can tell he meant some of his words. You laugh hesitantly and nod, rising from your suitcase.

“I’m glad you’re that eager to see us again.”

You thank him as he leans down, lifting the heavy suitcase from the ground for you.

“Y/n!”

“I’m coming!” You tug on the handle, glancing at Connor. “The year will go by fast, and soon this cabin will be bursting at the nails with new unclaimed people. Atticus, Lou, and I included. Anyways, you have your brother. You guys will find something to entertain yourselves.” You nudge him as you make your way outside.

“Yeah, you’re right. You will write to me, yeah?” Connor asks.

“Of course. I’ll send you snacks that you can’t buy at the gas station.” Connor’s arm pumps back to his side, hand in a fist as he hisses a “yes.”

The corners up your mouth hesitantly pull up as you push open the cabin door, finding Atticus and Travis talking on the porch. For the past week, the anticipation of your departure was killing you, but now that it was time to leave, you feel gloomy.

You knew the cause of your heavy heart was the uneasy tone of your going. Living day by day with the intention of moving on was hard. Because every time you look at their newly occupied beds, the sinking feeling in your chest returns. Every time you find yourself wandering in the forest, the memories of your often chaotic magic lessons flood your mind. You remember when Alice misaimed her wind spell, shooting Alabaster far into the trees. While you all rushed to check on him, Alice burst into tears because she was convinced she killed him only to approach a laughing Alabaster who shouted, “Right on!”

Every time you were in the Arts and Crafts center, you remember how you, Sage, and Lou would do Tarot Readings for the campers and how you would argue with the Apollo kids when they insisted your tarot cards are as honest as fortune cookies.

At the armory, you remember how Ambrose ran into James so hard, he stumbled and knocked down half of the shelves of weapons.

In the courtyard, you remember how Ernest, horrified by heights, produced the highest pitch scream he possibly could as he rode a pegasus for the first time under the persuasion of Alabaster.

All these memories, whether hilarious like your spell mishaps or bittersweet like when you and your sibling’s group hugged around Sage when she cried about her abusive stepmother, held a special place in your heart. Because the times where you laughed and cried together reminded you of the genuine bond, the family that was ripped away from you overnight.

“We'll see you guys soon. We should go. Argus will leave without us," Atticus says, relieved that Argus is still waiting for you on top of Half-Blood Hill.

“Have a safe trip, guys,” Travis says, patting Atticus’s shoulder before reaching out his arm and giving you a short side hug. You grab your things, hastily saying a final goodbye, and soon, you and Atticus are trudging up the hill.

Your free hand pats the pocket of your shorts, calming your worry of forgetting the necklace at the cabin. What rests in your pocket is a raw tourmaline crystal, now smooth with the help of Beckendorf, encased in a silver spiral cage.

You and Atticus carry protection crystals all the time, and they help with staying out of the radar of monsters and entities. After hearing Percy’s many stories of monsters bothering him, you figured he couldn’t be too cautious. Then after finding a spell in Alabaster’s many books that can dim down a demigod scent for a while, you decided to make him an enchanted necklace to wear.

You pack into the truck with Atticus right on time. Atticus sits in front of you, chatting away with Cecil as you make yourself comfortable in the back row with Ambrose. You frown; among the three other campers in the van with you, Percy isn’t one of them. Argus peeks into the back, doing a rough headcount. Great, now you’ll have to wait until next summer to give it to him.

Right, when you were going to chastise yourself for not giving him the necklace yesterday when you were done with it, a distant voice shouts, "wait!"

Argus halts in the middle of closing the sliding down and turns around. He shakes his head with disapproval while opening the door all the way, revealing out of breath Percy.

A smile widens across your face as he gets into the back seat with you, and you nudge Atticus’s seat.

"See, I told you we wouldn't be the last ones here.” You side-eye Percy, seeing the corners of his mouth pull up in amusement.

“Some people just don’t know how to get to places on time, huh?” Atticus says, and his eyes flicker to Percy before giving you a wide grin.

“Didn’t sleep in today, firefly?” There is a playfulness in Percy’s voice, and you smile proudly,

“Nope, not today.”

“It’s a miracle,” Percy mutters, loud enough for you to hear, and you scoff. Atticus snickers and nods in agreement.

“We were supposed to gang up on him, not you two on me.” You stick your tongue out at Atticus, and he returns the action.

“It’s more fun making fun of you,” Atticus teases.

“Rude,” you mumble with a slight smile on your face. The two boys chuckle, Atticus turning more into his seat to tell Percy something about a new Marvel movie. Excited voices fill the van as the other boys join in the conversation, and soon they are debating if Batman is really a superhero or just a rich guy in a suit.

You had to admit, as the conversation became more passionate, you were pretty entertained, but as you catch sight of Camp Half-Blood growing farther in the distance, you’re reminded of the ache in your chest. It’s only a temporary leave, but when you return, things will never be the same, and the false hope of your siblings returning has been proven to be foolish.

☆’.･.･:★:･.･.’☆

Following a ghost dog while weaving through the hustle and bustle of Grand Central is almost impossible. Atticus’s hand is latched to the straps of your bookbag as you move through people, trying not to roll your eyes at the way Ambrose turns to bark as if he was reprimanding you for being too slow. Easy for him to say when he can walk through walls and people.

“Track 28,” Atticus reminds you as your eyes find the number written on the tan bricks of the high walls. You make a sharp left towards the entrance of another hallway, ignoring the groans of a grouchy bystander that you may have cut off. The next hallway you enter is a lot less crowded than the main floor, and you slow down your pace.

“Where do you guys live again?” Percy asks as he jogs up beside you. He had insisted on walking you guys since his train departs in the same station.

“Sleepy Hollow.” Percy scrunches his face as if he recalls something, and you smile, waiting for the question everyone asks when you say you live there.

“Have you seen the headless horsemen?” Percy asks, half-joking. A snort leaves your throat, and you look at Atticus, who’s equally amused.

“Oh yeah, plenty of times.”

“Really?” Percy asks, his eyes wide with surprise, and you laugh.

“No.” Your response makes his face drop comedically fast, and Atticus bursts into laughter. “It’s just a story, but there’s a lot of history there, so the place is crawling with ghosts. We’ve met the guy who wrote the story, though,” you mention.

“No way,” Percy squints his eyes in disbelief.

“I’m serious! Atticus and I take walks in the cemetery sometimes. We leave drachmas on the graves of newly passed people, so their venture into the underworld is smooth, but some people like to wander.” You shrug. “Washington Irving is one of those people.”

“Cool,” Percy says with such enthusiasm that it makes you smile. Ambrose turns around and barks again, standing at the golden entrance that leads to the grey tunnel lit with fluorescent white lights where your train waits beside the concrete platform.

“He always rushes us,” Atticus complains, and Harvey lets out a coo that sounded close to a groan as if he agreed with him.

The marble floors turn to concrete as you enter the tunnel. The blue and silver train on your left hums as it sits dormant in its station. Ambrose trots ahead, peaking into the doors and windows to find an empty cart to occupy.

As you follow a few feet behind him, your fingers fiddle with the necklace resting in your pocket. You’re regretting not giving it to Percy earlier because, for some reason, the idea of giving it to him now was more intimidating than if you had done it earlier on the bus.

Ambrose decides on a cart, and Harvey jumps off Atticus’s shoulder, squealing happily as he follows the hound while completely ignoring a worried Atticus trailing close behind.

"I, uh, made this for you," you sputter, the words coming out fast like vomit. Your fingers pull out the crystal necklace abruptly, and you put it in the palm of his hand. "It's black tourmaline. It has protective qualities; good at keeping negative energy, negative auras, things like that. I put a spell on it to dim down your demigod scent for a while, so you catch a little bit of a break. It'll last for a few weeks, maybe a month or two if the spell caught on well."

You bite your lip as Percy studies the necklace resting in his hand. "Wow, really? Thank you, Y/n. This is great.”

Nervous, you shift on your feet under his bright, smiling orbs. "It's no problem. After everything that happened at camp, I think it’ll be good for you to have one.”

Percy nods, his features softening all of a sudden, and he shifts. “Thanks for protecting me,” he says, and you feel heat rush to your cheeks. “Getting rid of that thing became more than you expected. I felt bad that I couldn’t help. Swords aren’t really useful when it comes to demons, huh?”

A small laugh of agreement leaves your lips. “It was nothing. I wasn’t going to let you be tormented by that thing if I could help it.”

An announcement echoes in the hall, reporting the departure of your train in a few minutes. You glance over, catching Atticus, Ambrose, and Harvey with their noses practically pressed against the window as they witness your interaction with Percy. The amused smirk on Atticus’s face makes you roll your eyes; he’s definitely going to tease you when you get on the train.

"I should go.” You face Percy again, catching him securing the necklace around his neck. The stone rests a few inches under his camp half-blood necklace. "Thanks for walking us here. Be careful getting home."

"You too…” he trails off, noticing your brother looking out the window. For a second, he seems as embarrassed as you do and a nervous chuckle leaves his lips. “Your brother is waiting."

“He’s so annoying,” you complain, and Percy’s next chuckle doesn’t sound as hesitant this time. "Well, uh, bye, for now, puddles,” you tease, butterflies dancing in your stomach.

"Bye, for now, firefly."

You both awkwardly wave at each other before you turn around, getting on the train with Atticus. With your gaze fixed on the floor, you plop into the seat next to him. You don’t even need to look to know he is smiling teasingly at you.

"How cute,” he teases, nudging your shoulder repeatedly with his own.

"Ew, shut up.” You shove at his shoulder, your nose scrunching as he flails his arms against yours as if you were fighting. Atticus chuckles and a string of sounds come from your familiars as they join in to tease you, and you couldn’t help but laugh too.

☆’.･.･:★:･.･.’☆

The suburban streets of your neighborhood are filled with the chirps of birds and bugs and the sounds of cars that pass every once in a while. There isn’t much conversation between you and Atticus as you trudge up the hill leading to your dead-end street.

“Gods, I hope we can get inside without being seen,” you manage to say through your heavy breaths, lazily holding on to the handle of your suitcase as it rolls behind you. Ambrose’s nose nudges the back of your knees as if to encourage you, but it’s more cute than helpful.

“There’s no way that we are. Janie and Celia are always sitting on the neighbor’s porch.” You grunt in acknowledgment, knowing that Atticus is right. The neighborhood ghosts are friendly enough, but their company can be annoying.

As if on cue, you hear a delighted squeal from ahead the moment you reach the top of the hill. Two ladies wave their handkerchiefs in the air a handful of houses away.

Celia, the tallest of the two, wears a steel blue dress with a high neckline and a big bow tied on the base of her neck. She has a jacket button closed over her corset with a frill at the end of her sleeves. Her skirt is floor-length and complete, with ruffles cascading down its entirety. And, of course, no one can miss the high-crowned hat decorated with fake flowers, bows, and crimped fabric as it all sits on top of her blonde hair in an intricate updo. Janie, her sister, wears the same style of dress and headpiece only in a burgundy red. The resemblance between the two makes it clear that they’re siblings close in age. They have the same high pinched noses that jut in the air; both of their faces are regal like those in renaissance paintings.

You’ve seen them around for as long as you can remember. They were two sisters who died of scarlet fever a year before their first courting season, which was a big deal according to their constant moaning and groaning about it.

You look ahead, your expression blank as if their high-pitched voices didn’t fill the streets and they weren't racing toward you with their skirts in their hands.

“My word! It’s the end of summer already?”

“Atticus, you’ve grown taller!”

“What a handsome boy! Y/n, your shorts are too short, don’t you think?”

“It’s quite bizarre how such clothing is acceptable these days.”

“How beautiful you’d look in a gown like ours!”

“Where’s Alabaster?” Janie asks, attempting to circle her arm around Atticus’s, but he raises his arm to push back his damp hair to avoid the contact. She scoffs at his rejection and sighs.

“Alabaster was sweeter to us than you guys!” Celia pouts. Your heart sinks a little at the mention of him. Of course, they’d ask about him, and of course, your father will ask too.

Gods! Your father will ask about him.

You had forgotten you’d have to break the news today. These past few weeks, you debated whether or not you should do it by letter, but it felt wrong. It was only right that he’d find out in person.

“We know you can hear us,” Janie huffs.

“I hope dad doesn’t work late tonight. Do you think Grandma will be waiting for us?” You ask. As annoying as it was having spirits follow you, it was a little fun ignoring them when convenient for you. Atticus nods,

“Probably-”

“No one’s home,” Celia cuts in, and Atticus pretends to shoo a bug away to conceal that he paused from her interruption.

“But I don’t think dad is going to take long. He said his last lecture ended at three,” Atticus continues, and you nod.

‘I hope grandma came by to visit. I missed her.”

“I just said no one’s home.” Celia snaps, and you press your lips together to hide your smile.

Atticus sighs. “I know, I’m dying for those moon cookies she makes us.” At the mention of those cookies, your stomach grumbles. You hope Celia was wrong because you’re suddenly craving your grandmother’s cooking and her company. Her funny stories and voice that’s always a little too loud for the indoors never fails to cheer you up. As short and frail as she is, her voice and personality could fill a room.

“Me too,” you say shortly.

“Hello?!” Celia waves her handkerchief in your face, and you persisted in ignoring her. Suddenly, a sound of disgust comes from Janie as she brushes off her skirt.

“Y/n, retrieve this monster of yours!” She squeals as Ambrose bites the fabric of her dress, tugging on it with a growl.

“Damn this dog,” Celia shouts, attempting to shoo him away, but yelps in surprise as Ambrose snaps his jaw shut near her hand. “Get this thing under control! Y/n!”

Your hand comes up to cover your smile even though the two are shuffling behind you and a stifled chuckle comes from Atticus. The sound of Janie’s heels on the concrete becomes louder as she rushes beside Atticus again, and your smiles drop. The sight of your house comes into view, and you tilt your head confused; your father’s car is parked in the driveway.

“You said no one was home?” You say out loud, and Celia gasps beside you,

“Now you speak to me?” She snaps, halting as you approach the fence. She stands tall, hands folded in front of her elegantly as Janie’s expression is gleaming like a child on Christmas. “Your father requested to keep it a secret, so I obliged his wishes. He canceled his last lecture today to make you both a meal. What a lovely man.”

Your hand finds the latch for the white picket fence as you smile at the familiar narrow victorian-style house ahead of you. A path of cobblestone leads you to the brick steps of the small porch.

Your home sticks out from the more modern American houses that surround the area. It’s an antique, a snippet of history, as your father likes to say. The house is a russet brown only because the bricks are so old they’ve darkened in color. The house accents such as the window trims, porch overhang, and columns are copper, and the hipped roof has brown tiles that look like fish scales. Beside the porch, the bay windows from both stories stack on top of each other, and above the porch roof is the dormer that’s a part of your bedroom.

Gods, you’re yearning to be in your room. You just want to pull out your Murphy bed from the wall and bury yourself in your sheets. The idea of being in bed puts a pep in your step, and you are careful to avoid the salt ring that surrounds your house.

A butterfly passes by your face, flying to the bunchberry bushes your father has planted in the front garden. Among the grass, there are various flowers and herbs that your father grows in the summer. You’ve inherited many things from your father, but his green thumb isn’t one of them. He takes his gardening seriously while you can barely keep the cacti in your room alive.

“Enjoy your meal! Come talk to us one of these days. We missed you two!” Janie shouts after you as you make your way up the stairs. You turn around, Atticus smiling at them.

“We missed you, girls, too,” he says as if he didn’t want to admit it. Janie squeals something about how handsome his smile is, and you scoff, amused as you grab the doorknob.

Once you push the door open, you're hit with a rush of deja vu. The history channel plays faintly in the next room as you take in the home you’ve missed dearly.

There are two bookshelves against the wall on your right, a wide ledge with pillows under the bay windows. A messy coffee table filled with letters and stacked with books sits in front of the comfy reading nook, letting you know that your father was recently hanging out there.

There is a brown mahogany staircase that ascends upstairs to your left, and right beside it is the altar for your mother. A statue of her rests in the middle of the rectangle table covered in a black table cloth. On top of it lies the many offerings for your mom. Herb-dressed candles burn beside bowls of fruit, bouquets, a crystal enamel wine glass filled with alcohol, feathers, and other things. You ignore the altar as you put down your stuff beside the door, following Atticus as he takes off his shoes.

“Kids?” You hear your father call enthusiastically from beyond the foyer, and you persist forward into the entryway ahead of you.

“We’re home!” Atticus announces as he enters beside you. Ambrose barks making a beeline to the right and behind the kitchen counter. He jumps on your father with so much force he stumbles back.

“Gods! Why does he look even bigger?” Your father exclaims through a laugh, fixing the round glasses that threaten to slip off his nose as his other hand grips Ambrose’s paw. He yelps in surprise as Harvey's claws rest on top of his head, clinging to his hair to steady himself.

The warmth and smell of home fill your senses as you catch your dad’s gaze. “Well, come here! Are you going to hug your pops or what?”

You rush over with Atticus. Both of you hug your dad tightly on either side of him, and you smile as he presses a kiss on your temples. “I missed you guys so much!”

“We missed you too!” The smile on your face falters as he looks up, scanning the archway as if he was waiting for someone else. You shift, not ready to be faced with the question, and you peer around his body to look at the food on the stove behind him.

Your father notices your interest, and he chuckles. “Come on, let’s eat. You guys came right on time.”

You shuffle through the kitchen with Atticus, making your way to the rounded table at the end of the kitchen.

“Dad, what have you been up to?” Atticus asks teasingly, and your father perks up.

“I've done a lot of things to keep me busy. I volunteered to teach summer classes while you were gone. I’m reading this book with a fascinating perspective of the shift from Paganism to Christianity in Rome. It’s an amazing read; I highly recommend it. Though, I don’t quite agree with it.” Your father hums thoughtfully. “Oh! And I bought gnomes for our garden! And the thrift store had this little house and this old lady figurine! I put it on the porch. I don’t know if you’ve seen it, but she’s the official guard of the door," he declares proudly. "And…” He twists and turns before heading to the bookshelves in the living room area. He grabs something from the shelf then he showcases a cartoon Dobby bobblehead with wide arms. A high-pitched cackle leaves his lips. “It completes our collection!”

“Woah! Where did you get it? We went to three different places for it, and we couldn’t find it.” Atticus matches your father’s excitement, and you snort at the two.

“I went to a mythology convention in Boston a few weeks ago. There was a game stop across the street from the center, and I thought, ‘why not?’ I went in, and I saw this little guy by the register.” Your father is giddy as he nudges the head and watches it jiggle in his hands.

You think of what your grandmother’s reaction would be if she saw all the things he bought on his trip to the thrift store. She’d definitely complain. She always said that even growing up, your father had a liking for knickknacks. On your shelves and counters, there are always little trinkets lying around. It even extends to the walls, a variety of paintings and diagrams are neatly hung beside each other. From the state of your house, it’s clear your father is a maximalist in its purest definition.

“Wow! That’s awesome!” Atticus reaches out his hand for it as your father brings over his entire collection of Harry Potter bobbleheads, the toys huddled in his chest before he places them on the dining table. “The whole gang can hang out with us for dinner.”

“I hope they like pasta,” Atticus comments, lining them up as your dad retrieves the pan of food.

Your stomach grumbles at the sight, and you’re quick to serve yourself as Atticus and your Dad talk about anything and everything. You guys discuss what your grandmother has been up to, how your father’s classes were going, which led your father to ramble so much he formed a tangent on top of another. The conversation was going so well that you were sure he wouldn’t ask about your summer, but you had assumed too soon.

“So enough about me! How was Camp?” Your father chirps, and you shift in your seat.

You smile with confidence to hide the wariness you felt. “It was great!” You figured if you keep your answer short, you could move past it quickly.

“Yeah, the usual. Fun as always,” Atticus adds.

Your father’s eyes flicker between the two of you, and the first thing he notices is the way your smiles don’t reach the rest of your face.

The clanging of metal utensils on glass plates fills the room as the both of you fixate on your food but neither take a bite. The camp was never a touchy subject. The sudden unwillingness to speak about it makes his eyebrow cock up in suspicion. His eye averts to the empty dining chair beside you and the dinner place settings that remained untouched. Alabaster was supposed to join your return home. At least, that’s what he had assumed.

“Did Alabaster decide to stay at his foster home?” There’s caution in his tone, and he’s taken aback at how both you and Atticus tense up. The clings of metal halt abruptly, and slowly, you move to glance at your father.

“Dad, something happened at camp this summer.” Now, it was your turn to have a tone laced with caution. Alabaster lived with you for months and quickly became a part of the family. Your father saw him as his second son, and you were afraid to break the news that he may never see him again.

“What happened? Did he get into trouble?” You frown at the sudden edge in his voice. Atticus shifts beside you,

“He took the others to go fight for the Titan Lord.”

“What?”

“Mother came to speak to him and told him that it was best to fight for the other side since their chances are better,” you say slowly. “They left at the end of July. Only Atticus, Lou Ellen, and I stayed at camp.”

Your father’s expression darkens, grief written all over his face. “And you haven’t seen them since?”

You shake your head, not wanting to delve into the details. “I don’t think we’ll be seeing them again in a while and not in the best circumstances.” Your father nods, understanding the implication in your words. “Mother promised that she’d take care of them if they fight for the other side. I didn’t want to go; it wasn’t right.”

“That must be why everything is rotting,” your father mutters more to himself. You furrow your eyebrows.

“Rotting? What’s rotting?”

“Our offerings to your mother,” he clarifies. “All the fruit I leave on her altar goes bad in a few days. The flowers wither quickly too. The garden, in general, hasn’t been doing well either. I didn’t understand why.”

Your focus returns to your plate. Suddenly, you weren’t that hungry anymore.

She must be angry, you think to yourself. A part of you wanted a sign from her to let you know if she was bothered you didn’t join. When the sign didn’t come, you assumed she didn’t care; that, in a way, you were dead to her. It didn’t dawn on you to ask how the altar or the garden your father dedicated to her was doing.

“Can I be excused?” You strain, your face a little hot, and you’re not sure if it was from your anger or from the tears you’re blinking away.

“Of course.” The warm smile on your father’s face fails to budge the dread you’re feeling. “You can be excused as well, Atticus.”

You miss the way your father and Atticus exchange looks as you stood up. There wasn’t a verbal agreement, but Atticus stands up tall, determined to make you feel better. He trails behind you, and suddenly, he slings his arm across your shoulders. “You know what’s one of the things I missed at camp?”

“What?” You ask, trying to ignore the heavy feeling in your chest.

“Beating you at Tekken,” Atticus teases. Your lips curve slightly; his playful nature manages to brighten up your mood a little bit. “Let’s play. I’ll go easy on you, but I’m sure you’ll still lose regardless.”

“You’re on,” you nudge him, and Atticus chuckles, walking ahead of you and up the stairs. Your hand grips the railing, and you walk up a few steps before halting, and your eyes find the front door.

“You don’t get it!”

“I don’t.” You shrugged, amused at the way Atticus’s eyebrows knitted in disbelief. He ignored you, grabbed the remote, and played the Star Wars movie again. You groaned, seeing the slanted letters move up the TV screen. “Atticus! I can’t watch this!”

“Why not?!”

“Well, first off, my dyslexia won’t let me read that quickly, and if a physically written prologue is needed before a movie… it’s not a good movie!”

“How dare you!” You threw your head back as a laugh bubbled in your throat. The exasperated look on his face was too funny. You had no desire to watch these movies, and you figured if you bothered him enough, he’d give up trying to show them to you. The shrug of your shoulders made him scoff. “Just watch it!”

A huff left your lips, and unwillingly, you returned your gaze to the screen. Suddenly, a hollow knock came from the front door.

“It’s late,” you said, but Atticus was too caught up in the beginning battle of the movie to pay any mind to you. Rarely did you get visitors, definitely not past midnight on a Friday. Cautiously, you rose from the couch and moved toward the door.

Rain erratically hit against your curtain-covered windows; the wind and cold made the walls around you creak as they adjusted. Whatever waited for you at the door, you just wished it was a person, not a weird ghost or monster. Your finger latched on the side of the curtain, allowing you to peek through the glass of your front door.

A gasp left your lips. Alabaster, soaked from the ruthless rain outside, was the last person you expected to see. But even though you didn’t expect him, you had an inkling as to why he was here.

Hastily, you unlocked the door and flung it open. “Al?” You sputtered; his green orbs were surrounded by tired eyes and puffy skin.

“He died this morning,” he strained. Your expression softened, and before you could say anything, Alabaster stepped forward and hugged your shoulders tightly. The raggedness of his breath, the shutter of his body, sent your chest a weight of sorrow. You couldn’t imagine being in his shoes and losing your father to a long battle with cancer at 14. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes; the person you looked up to the most was breaking down. You never thought he would need your help for anything, but it seems that you were wrong. “I’m sorry. You guys live the closest to me, and I didn’t know where to go-”

“It’s okay,” you interrupted. “Oh, Al, I’m so sorry,” your voice cracked, hands rubbed his back as a sob left his lips. A creak of a floorboard caught your attention, and you turned to see a confused Atticus emerging from the living room. With a sad look, he understood what happened, and soon his expression was mimicking yours.

“I’ll wake dad and get clothes,” he said, then rushed upstairs.

Your father didn’t even hesitate to help Alabaster, opening the doors of your house to him. In his greatest time of need, the three of you stood beside him, and overnight, he had a place in your home and in your heart. The three of you spent so much time playing video games, getting into trouble around town, learning magic. All the good times you and Atticus shared with him, were they really worth throwing away to fight with Kronos? You realize now that his departure was never only a betrayal to the camp but to you, Atticus, and your father, and you couldn’t help but think perhaps, you guys didn’t mean as much to him as he meant to you.

A shaky sigh leaves your mouth at the thoughts persistent to ruin your mood. The desire to leave camp was to avoid all the things that reminded you of your siblings, but now that you returned home, you realize that running away isn’t as easy as you thought.

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Hello. What about a villain SO who adores animals for Captain Hook, Hades, Dr. Facilier, Bill Cipher, Beetlejuice, and Jafar? Thank you hun😊��

Hope you like these ^^

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Beetlejuice:

· I wouldn’t put it past him to make one or two beastiality jokes…

· But apart from that, he doesn’t half mind animals either! (And he finds it endearing to see you playing with them, not that he cares to identify at all the warm, soothing feeling in his chest when he sees you boop your nose against a tortoise’s.) He’d love a dog, or… a tiger. A dinosaur would be ideal.

· But actually, its animals that tend to have a problem with him.

· Cuz of course animals are a lot more sensitive than humans tend to be to ghosts, and demons, and souls. And his soul is pretty damn mucky. BJ has met exactly zero animal’s so far (Since his death) that haven’t taken an immediate dislike of him. They hiss at him, or growl, or try to wriggle away even if they aren’t being held by him; Just nearby to him.

· He scares them because they can feel his evil and want nothing to do with it.

· So your dreams of adopting a dog with your new ghostie bf will need to be put on a back burner. Maybe he can lasso a sandworm and y’all can name her Rose and she can be your pet? He absolutely does not want you to be sad because of him!!

Bill Cipher:

· “ooOOH, what kind? Anglerfish? Clown fish? Sharks? Lobsters? Giant Squid? Wolffish? The Textile Cone Snail’s native to the Red Sea, Indian Ocean and Oceania waters? Octopus? Lock Ness Monster? Mermaids? Shrimp? Koi? M E G A L A D O N S? OH OH- THE KRAKEN?”

· “Wow, that was a lotta underwater stuff. I mean, yeah, they’re all great but also land animals and birds… And I don’t think all those are actually real?”

· “Heheh, that’s what you think… “His body loses its colour and becomes like a Bill Shaped screen, like he does sometimes when he’s brainstorming, and you just catch a picture of somewhere under the ocean and a beautiful, purple tale flapping out of the picture and a flash of soft, human skin just above it. Your eyes blow wide open. “Y/N, remember 80 percent of the ocean is unexplored.”

· SO, yeah. Bill’s really into underwater creatures. It is the most mysterious part of earth and in it lives some of the world’s freakiest creatures.

· He’ll install a whole aquarium in your house out of excitement, and inside? Nothing but angler fish, giant squids to watch you while you sleep and beautifully coloured sea snails climbing up the glass walls.

· Land animals though and birds? Very little interest. Birds get points only for being close to dinosaurs (You ask about reptiles in that case and his eye inverts in its colouring. His ‘skin’ goes red. “Those jerks know what they did.”), but still he’d much rather talk about star fish! Get ready to be more educated about the ocean’s weirdest creatures and mysterious happenings then you ever wanted to be.

Captain Hook:

· He has very confused feelings about this- especially when you act so chummy with Tik Tok who, naturally, loves you and your T-Bone steak snacks.

· On one hand, if you’re feeding Tik Tok then Tik Tok probably won’t feel the need or be able, to eat him.

· But on the other- bEtrAyER! How could you feed and love that monster, that has plagued his life for years and made his existence a living hell?

· But then again, the fact that Tik Tok is now often too full to bother with him rears its head again and he calms down.

· Because of this, its typical that he says nothing when you have animals around (Any animal. They all remind him of Tik Tok. Scales, fur, or feather). He’ll want to. Gosh, the need to speak will overflow in his throat and he’ll take a deep breath- … but then no words come out. He forces it down. Because he can’t mention his dislike without mentioning his relief also, so speaking at all would really just make you confused and feel bad and leave him frustrated because he doesn’t know how either of you could change to make this better for anyone, so its just not worth it.

· So then he just walks away.

· Its pretty humorous to see, actually. Because he’s just all grumpy and slouching off, maybe shaking his head and muttering, and you’re all wide eyed and confused. Holding, like, a budgie or a snake or something.

· The other pirates are keeping a tally.

· Bonus point: He’s not scared (Or allergic) of any other animals apart from Tik Tok, so you don’t have to worry about him being skittish or anything.

Dr Facilier:

· Frogs are a difficult subject for him so enjoy amphibian cuties somewhere that he is not, please. Also rabbits- there was an incident before you came along that he does not speak of.

· Other then that, Facilier is basically a normal person about animals. He can appreciate a nice zoo visit every now and then and pet the odd dog or cat but with you in his life he never wants to go to a zoo again. And he’s bored as hell by everyday pets.

· But he won’t tell you he’s sick of all the animals. Nay, nay. Its one of those things where you love the person, so you put up with the crazy/annoying shit they love. Like ‘Yes, yes. Very interesting, cher… ‘ when you talk about it, while he’s actually reading the newspaper and he hasn’t heard anything you said. After all, you stay quiet when he’s plotting or cackling over something he did to a victim that day. Its only fair.

· He is fascinated, though, when he’s just watching you (Sometimes he just sits back and observes you doing your thing. Its relaxing for him) and he notices little quirks you’ve picked up from various creatures. Like the way you curl up when you’re lying down on the couch and how you shrink back from things that happened to surprise you, similar to a big cat. Your eyes are focused like a wild animal, too. Very cute.

· Lots of animal-themed nicknames.

Hades:

· “You know, some tell me I’m a kinda animal, babe… “He wiggles his eyebrows at you over his mug of whatever-he-drinks (You fear asking, after watching him eat a bowl of worms), offering his best (And funniest) bedroom eyes to you.

· “Yes, but are you as cute as this snake Hades?? Are you?? Look into these eyes and tell me this snek is not as cute as you are.” You lift the little grass snake gently from the table and onto your arm, letting him wrap its body around you and lift his head to look around; Checking out what’s up. He was getting his scales stroked good; Why has it stopped?

· “Pfft,” Hades rolls his eyes, returning to the chess board in front of him (He likes to play both sides and challenge himself).

· Okay so, Hades can take or leave most animals. But it’s so cute that you love them, so he lets you keep them around. Whatever animals you like (Don’t worry, you also have the proper equipment and enclosures for them, and Hades makes another God, who is an expert on all things animals, come by whenever you have a question), and however many you like. I mean, what’s the good of being a God if you can’t spoil yourself and your preciously excited, human significant other?

· So you have, like, Reptiles at the west end of his underworld castle, nocturnal animals on the east, more pet-type animals like dogs and cats and rabbits in the living area part of the castle, etc.

· The animals give Pain and Panic a hugely hard time, which Hades thinks is a great bonus to doing this for you.

· He really loves it when you call him and yourself the animal’s parents. Yes, call me Daddy, babes. Its fine by me!

Jafar:

· Oh my god, the disdain in his voice when he looks from you, practically bouncing on the heels of your feet and to the fluffy white kitty you’ve gently shoved in his hands- which he holds at nearly a full arm’s length away from him. “Eugh. Really?”

· “What’s wrong! ? Isn’t she the cutest?”

· “She’ll get fur everywhere.”

· “Oh, that’s rich… “You say, side eye-ing Iago, who’s making a face at the cat from Jafar’s other shoulder. “Iago stress moults- and you stress him out all the time!”

· A dramatic, offended gasp erupts from one of the two males (Not gonna tell you who). “It is aesthetically pleasing mess!”

· So basically if the animal doesn’t speak a language he understands, he doesn’t care for it. You’re going to be fighting him on this for the rest of your life, Y/N. (Or his. I mean, I heard evil double crossing sorcerer vizier’s are dying at an accelerated rate these days. Hm, mysterious.).

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cursestothemoon · 3 years

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I Won’t Say I’m In Love

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Fred Weasley x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

Read part one here

Warnings: forced intimacy, suggestive themes, strong language, fighting (verbal), Fred being a jerk, Adrian being a bigger jerk

Word Count: 3388

Summary: After Fred’s comment in Herbology, Y/n is avoiding him. Not wanting to be a bother. Lily and George try to get Fred and Y/n to make amends while Adrian does everything in his power to make sure the message to Fred is loud and clear ‘Back Off’. Eventually pent up anger, jealousy, and frustration leads to an explosive fight between Y/n and Fred.

SERIES MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST

Icarus fell.

He had flown too close to the sun and let the warm heat scorch his skin and melt his wings.

Icarus fell and Y/n understood that the sun that melted her wings was no sun at all but instead a boy. The boy she often took the selfish luxury of assuming saw her the same way she saw him, a being of the gods. The image of the boy she created in her mind, shattered to pieces from the stones he threw, bringing her back to reality.

Her lover didn’t love her. Not even a little bit, not even at all.

Y/n kept her cool in the class, offered a cool laugh and turned away as the lesson started. She tried to listen, though her mind often wandered back to what Fred had said.

...Godric knows they’d be less bothersome

By the end of class, Y/n was beyond self conscious of how desperate and clingy she probably seemed. The thought alone made her stomach turn, and she vowed to leave him alone, to never be so bothersome again and to get over Fred Weasley.

She didn’t need him.

She didn’t love him.

She didn’t.

Fred was in a rather perturbed state during class. Y/n gave no sign that she was dwelling on what he said, no sign of sadness of discomfort.

Absolutely nothing.

The air was odd, he could feel it. No matter how unbothered she looked, sounded, even acted, the way her fingers picked at her cuticles and her brows furrowed to make the gentlest crease had guilt eating away at his insides. Fred had half a mind to ignore the lesson, completely disregard whatever Ms. Sprout was saying and trying to explain to Y/n that he meant none of it.

Every word, every syllable, that had spewed out of his mouth tore at his tongue as if he was chewing glass. Even worse was the tearing of his heart as he watched the light flicker from your eyes for just a moment before it returned, dull and forced. But his pride gave a gentle rumble as it had been awoken by the thought of him apologizing and inevitably confessing, laying everything bare and vulnerable in front of Y/n, and he decided that he’d just wait for it to all boil over.

It had to.

***

The next day came and Fred was eager to see the girl in the morning, expecting the usual routine of back and forth banter as he and George and Y/n and Lily walked to the breakfast hall, only for him to send a fake glare in the direction of the Slytherin table as she parted from him.

Only Y/n never showed.

With twenty minutes left for breakfast and a nagging George, Fred gave up waiting and walked into the mess hall. His eyes glancing over toward the Slytherin table and he nearly choked on air as he gaped in the direction of the house of Salazar Slytherin.

There she was, tucked under the heavy arm of Adrian Pucey. He felt his anger nearly boil over as he watched the way Adrian ran a hand through Y/n’s hair before turning her face, quite forcefully Fred noted, towards his own. It was an exercise of self restraint, forcing himself to stay put and stay calm when Adrian gripped her jaw to keep her in place so he could kiss her.

Y/n grimaced at the feeling of Adrian’s lips on hers, his hand holding her jaw painfully tight making the pair of eyes burning holes into the side of her face go unnoticed. But Fred had been seen, of course he had been, but he was seen by Adrian Pucey who decided to give him a show.

Adrian knows, he knows the way Fred watches Y/n when she isn't looking and he knows that Y/n would dote on the ginger in a heartbeat if her pride had not been in the way so often, and he used this to his advantage.

“What are you doing?” Y/n growled trying to pull away from Adrian.

Adrian grinned, his grip on her jaw unwavering, “Whatever I want.”

“Next time...don’t.” She grunted, shoving his hand away from her face.

If only Fred had seen the rest of the exchange, if only he had seen the way she forced Adrian off of her or the way she got up to sit further away from the pompous boy. But Fred saw none of it, his back facing the two at the other end of the hall and the dangerous concoction of rage and jealousy pumping through his veins. His face was in a deep scowl as he sat in thought, all feelings of guilt and the want to apologize withering away.

“You alright, Freddie?” George asked, noticing the unusual broodiness.

“Peachy.” He grumbled, not making eye contact with his twin.

George didn’t ask anymore questions, the deathly tone his brother was sporting enough for him to understand that this was a private matter.

The day passed and soon a day turned to days then to a week and a half. Y/n had done her best to avoid Fred and his group of friends, the fear of coming off as bothersome gnawing at the back of her mind. As she tried to purge Fred from her life, every hidden blush or muffled giggle that he once pulled out of her served as a powerful blow to her heart.

She was going toe to toe with the loss of a love she never had, and she was losing.

The only person who seemed to notice the inner battle was Lily, the clear signs of defeat had etched themselves onto Y/n’s heart only bared for her best friend to see. But Lily waited, it was a delicate thing to try and heal a heart wounded by the bullet that is unrequited love.

It was a Friday night when Lily decided to talk to Y/n, but she had to find the girl first. The weather was crisp, cool, and unwelcoming as she snuck out of the castle and trudged her way to the tree.

The tree, a crooked and scarred tree that the two girls used to climb during first year, had become a point of clarity for them when in need. When Lily got to the tree, lovingly named Jigsaw, she knew where to look. Her head tilted upward, a sad smile gracing her lips as she saw a leg dangling from a branch.

“Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.” Lily recited with a loud voice.

Y/n smiled to herself, the familiar words falling from a familiar mouth.

She spoke aloud without looking down at her friend, “ There is the heat of love, the pulsing rush of longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible magic to make the sanest man go mad.”

Lily laughed, making the girl in the tree finally turn to meet her eyes, and the moment would have been perfect if it weren’t for the glistening tears that sat across the apple’s of Y/n’s cheeks, glistening in the moonlight.

“I knew you liked the book.” Y/n smiled softly at the memory of her nose scrunching in scrutiny as you handed her your battered copy of The Iliad.

Lily disregarded the comment.

“He said something to you again? Is that why you’re crying in the tree?”

Y/n shook her head feeling fresh tears push toward her waterline. That was just it. Fred hadn’t said a single word to her, no apology or attempt to ask why she had pulled herself away from his life. He seemed completely content without her, it was what she wanted but she didn’t know it would be this difficult to accept it.

“No. He hasn’t.” She shrugged, eyes avoiding Lily’s strong stare.

The girl on the ground understood, “That’s the problem then. You want him to say something.”

“It would be nice for him to notice my absence.” Y/n said bitterly.

Lily shook her head, walking closer to the trunk of the tree, “You two are probably the most oblivious people that have ever walked the earth.”

Y/n didn’t respond so Lily continued.

“Too prideful, too stubborn. When will you just admit that you are in love with him and it’s killing you trying to stay away?” Lily raised her voice as the sentence progressed.

“I don’t- I’m not in love.” Y/n grumbled, looking down at her friend.

Lily scoffed, “Oh please, I’ve seen the way you look at him and the way he looks at you. Don’t let his fragile boy ego ruin this. To be quite honest, you haven’t exactly been warm and fuzzy with him, if I were some hormonal teenage boy with fragile masculinity I would’ve said what he said too, to protect myself.”

“And he’s been so clear with his feelings for me?”

A laugh slipped through Lily’s parted lips at the question, her facial expression one of disbelief.

“No boy spends as much as he does trying to bother some girl they don’t like, and no boy would get so defensive over a girl he has no interest in. Fred is in love with you, even Adrian can see it!”

Fred’s name made the situation all too real, all too personal, and Y/n decided she no longer wanted to be sitting. She jumped down from the branch and brushed off her skirt as she spoke.

“He’s just a boy who thinks I’ll open my legs for him if he tries hard enough.” The words she said hurt herself, but it’s true, it had to be.

Lily seemed near to pulling her hair out, “Stop lying to yourself! Stop denying it!”

“No man is worth the aggravation, it’s ancient history now. Been there, done that.”

Y/n started to walk back to the castle, Lily quick on her heels, “Who do you think you’re kidding? Honestly?”

The girl just shook her head, trying not to pay attention to the thumping of her heart at the thought of Fred being in love with her.

“Look at you know! You’re thinking about him aren’t you? You get that look in your eye, like he’s the earth and heaven to you.”

At this Y/n stopped and turned to her friend, “I don’t get any looks in my eyes.”

“I can see right through you, you can’t conceal it. Just say you’re in love.”

The girls snuck back into the castle, their conversation now turned to hushed whispers as they made their way to the dungeons.

“You’re way off base. I won’t say it.”

“Face it like a grown-up.”

“No chance.”

“Don’t be so proud, it’s ok to be in love.”

“No way.”

Y/n and Lily stopped in their tracks at the sound of quiet voices coming from the adjacent corridor. They looked at each other before peaking their heads around the stone wall, being sure to not be seen by whoever it was.

Speak of the Devil and he shall appear.

Fred and George were down the corridor, laughing about something as they tried to get into Filch’s office. Neither of them noticed the two girls, and sported beaming smiles when the door unlocked with a click.

“At least out loud,” Y/n said with a somber tone as she took a selfish moment to take in just how devastatingly beautiful Fred Weasley looked in the dimly lit corridor. “I won’t say I’m in love.”

The sad smile she gave Lily was returned before they turned around and went the long way to the dungeons, avoiding a run in with Fred and George Weasley.

***

Fred’s Saturday had been going fairly well. The prank he and George pulled on Filch the night prior went off without a hitch, he had no homework for the weekend, and he even got to breakfast early this morning which got him the first spoonful of eggs, and the prime pick of toast. So, yeah his day was going fairly well to say the least, but it could’ve been better had he been the one nuzzling his face into Y/n’s neck instead of Adrian. Though he imagines she wouldn’t look as disgruntled if it were him.

With this new public closeness that Adrian and Y/n were displaying, regardless of if it looked like she was enjoying it or not, Fred assumed that they had made it official. Adrian Pucey and Y/n L/n, the power couple of Slytherin, Fred couldn’t compete with that and he assumed that Adrian was the one keeping her away from him, and he resented both of them for it. He resented Y/n for dropping him from her life so easily, and he resented Adrian for getting the girl.

“Is there a reason why your face looks like a wrinkly old handbag?” George asked, eyeing the lines in Fred’s forehead as he sat deep in thought.

“Just thinking. Doesn’t matter, we have any plans for the day?”

George groaned, quite literally sick and tired of his brother’s grumpiness and the jealous glares at Adrian and Y/n.

“When are you gonna man up, apologize, and tell her you love her?”

Fred needed a minute to process what had just been said to him, but when he did he looked at George with annoyance, “It’s in the past. Obviously I didn’t mean as much to her as she meant to me.”

“This is a start, you didn’t deny that you are in love with her.” George shrugged.

That earned him a warning looking from Fred, but he knew the threat was empty and just shook his head at his brother’s tough guy act.

“To be completely fair here, you weren’t exactly the nicest to her. What did you say again? Something like ‘I’d rather shag a goblin’ then wasn’t it something along the line of her being… annoying?”

Fred grumbled out, “Bothersome.”

“Right right, bothersome. Now call me crazy but I wouldn’t exactly swoon at that.”

He was right, of course he was, “I panicked.”

The younger twin nodded, “I could tell. Shame too, just before you completely obliterated her self confidence she even looked like she was starting to blush.”

“Alright, not one of my best moments but she didn’t have to run into that git’s arms.”

“You really think she ran? Or was she pulled?”

Y/n’s day wasn’t going as well as Fred’s had been. She was late to breakfast and only had a measly butt end of the toast, not only that Adrian had seemed to take his blatant disregard for personal space to the next level as he placed sloppy kisses on her neck. She no longer had the strength to fight him off, she had gotten into bed late last night and even then didn’t sleep most of the night making her too tired to care.

And she didn’t have it in herself to care when Adrian followed her to the shore of the Black Lake, but she drew the line when he pushed her up against a nearby tree. He dipped down to continue the assault on her neck, wet and sloppy kisses placed across the skin of Y/n’s neck made her grimace.

“Get off of me.” She growled, trying to push him off of her.

Adrian was persistent, “Come on, you never said no before. Before Fred.”

“I’m saying no now. Get. Off.”

The harsh shove to his chest made him tumble back a few feet before he smirked back up at Y/n, eyes dark and dangerous as he gave a dry chuckle.

“It seems you’re missing something, babe. You’re mine.”

He stalked toward her grabbing hold of both her wrists and pushing them up above her head, holding them there in a painfully strong grip as he forced his lips onto hers. He had planned it out perfectly too, after catching a glimpse of the mops of red hair making their way over to where he and Y/n are.

Y/n struggled against him, whimpering in genuine pain and trying to free her hands but to Fred and George it looked nothing like what was actually happening.

Adrian finally pulled away, eyes glancing up to see a seething Fred, before dipping down to give a harsh bite to Y/n’s neck, not breaking the eye contact.

“See you later, Y/n.” He smirked, walking away with his hands in his pockets.

He went the extra mile to make sure he bumped shoulders with Fred as he left, making George call out a few words that would get them into loads if Molly ever heard.

But Fred didn’t care about pompous assholes at the moment, he was too busy seeing red. The jealousy and anger mixed in his heart, a cocktail of destruction that he couldn’t help but let poor out of his lips as he stalked his way over to the tree that Y/n was still leaning against. Breathless from the kiss he presumed.

“If it isn’t the slag of Slytherin.” He called.

The insult brought George back from his bout of rage directed toward Adrian, and he knew Fred was beyond mad.

“Fred…” He tried to stop him, the look he gave him was one that always pulled his twin back but it didn't work this time.

Fred grumbled, “Go George, I’ll catch up.”

George sighed but hoped for the best, maybe they would talk it out finally, so he gave his brother a look telling him to tread carefully then left.

Y/n was not in the mood to stroke Fred’s ego. She felt dirty, used and the sudden, random bursts of unsolicited PDA made her think that Adrian wasn’t just doing it for his own benefit.

Had Fred always just been right around the corner?

“What do you want, Weasley?”

Fred scoffed, “Adrian’s finally loosened his grip on the leash then?”

The comment made her insides boil, of course he had seen it all, and of course he had assumed the worst.

“Fuck off.” Her tone was strong, not giving away the tears that pushed at her waterline. She still hadn’t turned to face him.

Fred got closer to her, manners locked away and replaced by his anger.

“Why? Because Adrian doesn't like you talking to other people? His fragile little ego couldn’t handle it could it?” Each word dripped with sarcasm.

It was Y/n’s turn to scoff, “Please, I don’t want to do this right now.”

It was a desperate plea in disguise, but Fred wasn’t having it. He was out for blood. She hurt him, and the deepest, most barbaric and boorish part of him wanted to hurt her back.

“So you’re just gonna run off to do Adrian?” He laughed with everything but humor.

Y/n felt her anger boil over, the nerve this boy had absolutely astonishing her. All her feelings mix and overwhelm her, making the unshed wall of tears grow thicker.

“Can’t even look me in the eyes.” He chastised with a tone meant to belittle her.

That was when she had enough.

Y/n pushed herself away from the tree and whipped around to meet Fred’s eyes, the anger that swam in her eyes, swirling with the tears on the precipice of falling. Fred had never seen her with so much emotion and it was unnerving.

“You know nothing Fred! Absolutely nothing! Stop trying to understand what’s going on, you’ll hurt yourself.” Venomous, pained, and waterlogged the words came out, an accusatory finger coming out to point in his direction violently.

He paused for a moment watching as she started to walk away, and for a moment he questioned himself.

Did he know what was happening?

But the thought was fleeting, and as she passed by him he tried to hit back one last time.

“I know you’re a whore, Y/n.”

The response he got was unexpected and chilling. Y/n started to laugh, and spoke with a tone so calm and leveled if Fred hadn’t been here fighting with her he would’ve thought she was bored.

“If I was such a whore... I would’ve shagged you.”

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justasillybear · 3 years

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We could be like Romeo and Juliet

Nico was enjoying a typical night doing your average burnt out high schooler stuff. Bianca was out with her girlfriend and his dad was getting ready for his date. Nice swore if he barged into his room again and interrupted anime time just to ask Nico’s thoughts on his outfit - he was going to scream. And then throw his laptop at him.

Nice was curled up under his covers watching the latest newest season of his favourite show, mumbling nonsense to himself. Will had been supposed to come over to hang out, but he’d forgotten he’d promised to babysit for his neighbour. It was just like him to be the type to talk to the neighbours, rather than uncomfortably nodding to them when necessary as Nico did.

Knock. Knock.

“Nico?” Nico glowered over in the direction of the door; head still safely tucked under the covers. “I’m heading out now. Do you think I look okay?”

Nico groaned exasperatedly, moving the covers just enough to peek out of them. “You looked fine 10 outfits ago.” he hissed. At this Hades shot him an uncertain frown. Nico, fearing another imminent outfit change quickly tacked on “The flower print is a nice touch… Now BEGONE!”

Hades smiled, running a hand down his lily print waistcoat. “It matches the flowers I bought her.” Reaching into his pocket he pulled out two crumpled looking coupons. “Here. I already ordered the pizza for you and Will, so just use these coupons.” Placing the coupons on the side table, he looked over to his son and warned “Don’t have too much fun.” With that parting shot, he left. Apparently forgetting that Nico had already told him Will wasn’t coming tonight.

Why was he always like this when he had a date with Persephone?

Clambering off the bed Nico picked up the wrinkled coupons. They were coupons to two separate pizza restaurants.

“Dammit, dad!"

...

Nico was halfway through the last episode when he heard a knocking at the door. Nico made his way to the front door and peered out of the peephole. It was a Domino’s delivery guy.

He opened the door quickly, hoping to get rid of the guy before his second (unnecessary and unwanted) order arrived. “Pizza …”

The guy seemed a few years older than him, with a few inches in height and a lot more muscle tone. He was cute, in a surfer boy kind of way, and if Nico didn’t have Will he knew he’d have been flustered by having the guy at his door. As it stood he was way more into blonds.

Domino’s guy (his name tag reads Percy, don’t be rude, Nico heard Bianca’s voice chide him in his head) gave the teen an easy smile, beginning to take the pizza out of its bag. “Yup, Pizza. That’s “$15.83”

“Great, here. No wait, I have this coup-“Nico was about to pull out his coupon when all of a sudden a car parked onto the curb in front of the house. Please no. This was going to be so awkward.

The Pizza Hut delivery man climbed out of his car, pulling out his pizza bag in one smooth motion. A distant part of Nico's brain acknowledged that this one was blond. Finally noticing Nico’s long silence, Percy looked over his shoulder, raising a curious eyebrow at the sight of the newcomer. The Pizza Hut guy seemed a few years older than Percy, slightly taller and somehow more toned. What the hell is up with all the delivery guys being unfairly attractive and fit? Why were they never this hot when Nico didn’t have a boyfriend? A wonderful kind caring boyfriend who Nico was extremely grateful for... but still.

The new guy – Luke, from what Nico could see of his name tag – slowed his steps as he approached the doorway. Percy’s eyebrow raised to join his other eyebrow, and Nico was momentarily distracted by how bright his sea-green eyes were. So not fair!

Luke finally made it to the doorway, stopping beside Percy and looking down at them both with a raised brow of his own. Nico found himself turning red. He had a thick pale car that ran from the bottom of his eye down to his chin which Nico felt made him look a lot more dangerous (and striking) than anyone delivering pizzas had any right to be.

Yup this was awkward. Nico was sure he’d said that out loud, but no one responded. Percy was too busy giving Luke a slow once-over, a smirk slowly creeping up his face.

“Well, hey there.” Percy purred, smirk widening at Luke’s pinched expression.

“$16,” Luke informed Nico, holding out the pizza in his hands.

“Y’know.” Percy continued, rocking back on his heels. “This could be like Romeo and Juliet. Only gayer, and minus the unnecessary dying part.”

Nico took the Pizza from Luke and put both Pizzas inside on the floor so he could pay. He wasn’t always the best at judging these things, but he was sure Luke was holding back a smile. He looked a little like Bianca did when she bit the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from smiling.

“I think I’ll pass…” Luke drawled, briefly glancing down at Percy’s name tag. “Percy”.

“You sure? You look like an enemies to lovers kind of guy” At Luke’s glare Percy held out his hand up in surrender. Luke just continued to glare at the hand as if it had insulted him by merely existing.

“Hey c’mon, no offence. Why can’t we be friends?” Nico could see Percy’s brighten as an idea took hold in his brain before he brought his hand down to his heart, beginning to sing. “Why can’t we be friends? Why can’t we be friends?”

At that Luke began to laugh in disbelief, looking away. Nico was sure it was to hide a smile at the other’s antics.

Nico snickered himself as Percy continued to poorly serenade Luke. Taking pity on the blond Nico called attention back to himself by holding out his coupons and the necessary cash. “Here.”

Both men gave their thanks and wished him a good night. Luke playfully saluted Nico asking if he was running them off before another delivery arrived. Nico couldn’t help but roll his eyes, but he found himself smiling as he closed the door. Still a little curious, Nico found himself once again peeking through the peephole. Percy appeared to have stopped his singing and was lingering next to Luke’s car. He found himself snorting before grabbing his pizzas and heading back upstairs. He was excited to finish his show, but first, he wanted to call Will and tell him all about what had just transpired.

…

It wouldn’t be until a few week’s later that Nico saw the two again. He was casually waiting outside the café where Will worked when he saw them. It took a moment to recognise them since they were in their regular clothes. But there they were. Holding hands and laughing about something.

They looked happy.

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h0tch-r0cket · 3 years

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Infatuation (18+) {a.h.} : chapter 7

summary: you needed a job. aaron hotchner needed a babysitter. the rest was inevitable.

word count: 4.2K

warnings: explicit language, mentions of cigarettes

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You would have been lying to yourself if you tried to deny the fact that for the rest of the night and into the early morning you had the biggest grin on your face, thinking about going to Aaron's lecture the next day.

Aaron Hotchner's lecture.

The professor Aaron Hotchner's lecture.

Your boss, Aaron Hotchner's lecture.

You weren't sure what you were expecting when he called out your name the night prior as you were about to pull away from his house. You figured maybe he was going to tell you something with Jack, maybe tell you that he was changing your pay day, or say something else that came into his head about the book. You most definitely weren't expecting him to invite you to his lecture and for the thought of attending to keep you up in anticipation for the majority of the night.

As you got ready for Aaron to come pick you up, your stomach was doing somersaults in anticipation. You wished that Esmé was around to calm your nerves but since she was doing an overnight at the ER again, you probably wouldn't see her until the next day when she was all rested up.

After going through what felt like a million different outfits, you settled on wearing a tan blazer with a white undershirt and a pair of black slacks. You figured since you were going to the university with Aaron that you had to have some degree of a professional looking outfit on.

You sat on the edge of your bed, putting on a pair of heels when you heard your phone vibrate on your nightstand. You grabbed it quickly and felt your nerves going haywire when you realized that all of this was actually happening. That Aaron did actually invite you to watch his lecture and offer to drive you.

You glanced at the message that you received from him and the smile that refused to leave your face only grew a bit wider at his words.

Aaron Hotchner

-Good morning, Y/N. Should be over to your place in about 10 minutes.

With nimble fingers, you responded back to him, letting him know that you would be all set to go when he got there.

You no sooner finished getting ready, doing your hair and putting on a little bit of makeup, when you heard the familiar sound of his car alarm go off.

The adrenaline rushed through your veins as you started to gather your things. You took a quick glance around your apartment to make sure you weren't missing anything when firm knocks sounded on your door.

Here we go, you thought as you unlocked the door to reveal Aaron waiting patiently for you.

He was wearing a black button up and pants to match, your eyes quickly glancing to where he had the top button of the shirt undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows exposing his slightly toned arms. You were almost positive the man couldn't have gotten anymore attractive to you but yet here he was in the entrance of your apartment, proving you wrong.

A small smile fell across his lips as he, too, was taking a moment to look at you. He didn't know how each time he saw you, you looked effortlessly stunning.

"Morning," he said, breaking the bit of silence that was between the two of you.

"How are you?" you asked as you stepped outside your apartment, turning around to lock up.

"I'm doing alright." He stood behind you as you locked the door, his presence and close proximity sending a shiver down your body. When you turned back in his direction, his eyes were already searching for yours. "Ready to go?"

You nodded your head and followed behind him as he led you to his car. He opened the passenger door for you and gestured for you to get in. You said a quiet thank you, adjusting yourself in the seat as he shut the door and went around the front of the car to the drivers side.

His car had the faintest smell of the lingering cigarettes that was overpowered by his cologne when he got into it. He settled in his seat, turning the radio on low. He turned his head towards you and glanced at his watch. "I have some time to kill before I have to be in my first class. Do you want to go grab a cup of coffee?"

"That would be great. I could definitely use some," you said with a smile. He nodded his head and started the car.

He turned his head to back out of the parking spot, placing one of his hands on the back of your seat to get some leverage. You couldn't help but watch him, completely entranced with the way that his arm was a bit flexed from the grip of your seat, the veins in his arms becoming more prominent.

"I know a good place on the way to my job. I think you'll like it," he told you, pulling you out of your daze.

You could only muster a small sounds good as he began to drive to the coffee shop, still thinking about the way he gripped onto your seat.

It definitely should not have turned you on as much as it did but there you were at nearly 8 in morning, already mesmerized by Aaron Hotchner.

As Aaron drove, the gentle hum of the radio filled the air.

"So what's your lecture on today?" you asked, trying to see whether or not you knew what Aaron was going to be discussing for the day.

"I was going to talk about Pandora's Box, but I think I'm leaning towards talking about Zeus and some of the myths that involve him since there's so many," he explained as he pulled into the parking lot of the coffee shop.

"Do you have a favorite myth to teach?" You saw a contemplating look on his face as he thought about as he exited the car. You got out too, waiting for his response, as the two of you walked side by side towards the entrance of the shop.

"I do like teaching about the Minotaur and the Labyrinth," he said as he held the door open for you. "But I don't know if that one is my favorite, you know?"

A woman behind the counter greeted the two of you as you stepped forward to offer. "What can I get for you folks today?" she asked.

"I'll take a black coffee, large," Aaron said.

The woman turned her attention towards you and waited for your order. You ordered your usual coffee blend and went to grab your wallet from your purse.

Aaron's hand stopped yours, pushing down the wallet back into your purse. "I got it." He handed the woman the money for the two coffees before you could even protest.

"Thank you but you didn't have to do that," you said as you stood in the area to wait for your drinks.

Aaron stood next to you, your arms brushing together. "I know. I wanted to," he said with a smirk as he looked down at you.

You could have melted from the way he looked at you. Like you were the only person in the room. The only person that he cared about at that moment.

The woman called out Aaron's name and he grabbed the drinks, passing you yours. He took a sip of his coffee as he walked back towards the entrance, opening the door for you yet again as you followed suit.

"So what do you think? Good coffee or what?" Aaron asked as you got back into his car.

It was a pretty damn good cup of coffee. You took a sip and nodded as he started to drive towards the university. "Mhm. Hopefully it'll wake me up a bit," you laughed.

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"Alright everybody. I hope you all have been keeping up with the readings because as you know, you have your next exam this Friday," Aaron said as he walked in front of the room of students.

You were sitting in the middle of the auditorium, off center from where Aaron was teaching.

Seeing Aaron teach was such a sight to behold, you weren't sure how you would be able to keep your composure. Watching him, completely capturing the attention of the students, the way he talked and presented himself practically screamed dominance in the given situation and the way he was so thorough, lived up to your hopes as to what you thought Aaron was like as a professor.

"So today, I figured we could introduce one of the major players in Greek Mythology," Aaron continued. He grabbed the Expo marker, scribbling down the word Zeus on the whiteboard. He closed the marker and turned his attention back to his students.

You watched as he crossed his arms across his chest, pacing slowly in front of the room. "We've already discussed how Hades is Zeus' brother. But going further into who he is, does anyone have any prior knowledge about him?" Aaron's eyes scanned the crowd, landing on yours for a few seconds, a brief smile showing on his face as he looked at you.

As much as he was trying to keep his head straight and proceed with the lesson, he found that hard to do with you sitting in the crowd. He couldn't help but look over in your direction, watching your face light up with excitement as he spoke. He tried not to look too long because he knew that he would have gotten stuck in a daze and completely lost his train of thought during the lecture.

A small part of him felt nervous to have you there. It wasn't because of the clear knowledge you had of the subject matter, but because of the idea that he didn't want to mess anything up. He was silently praying that the lecture went off without a hitch and that when he finally spoke to you about it afterwards that you actually enjoyed your time there and he didn't bore you half to death.

"He's, like, the god of the sky or something like that," a student answered his question. Aaron nodded and turned to the whiteboard again, writing down what the student said.

"Very good, Mr. McMillan. Glad to see we're actually paying attention to the content today," he said with a small smile as he leaned against the podium next to the board. He clasped his hands together on top of the podium as he was waiting for someone else to chime in with their thoughts.

"Zeus is a man-whore," a student from the back of the auditorium called out confidently.

Aaron laughed lightly, his eyes wide at the response of his student. "I mean, I guess that is one way to put it," he agreed. "It is true. Zeus did in fact have many lovers and many children. Even though he was married to Hera, he had many affairs. That's actually what we're going to talk about today. Or at least one of his many known affairs."

You sat in your seat, almost in awe at the passion you saw radiating from Aaron as he spoke. The way he talked about the subject matter, clearly emphasizing what was important, and even taking the time to make sure his students were able to take thorough notes.

But the pesky little thing you had for Aaron was acting up, causing you to focus on different details rather than the lecture.

You focused in on the way the black button up was snug against his torso, making you wonder what he was hiding underneath it. As he continued to speak, your eyes became fixated on his arms as they flexed when he gestured with them through his speaking. Even as he was writing things down on the whiteboard, you focused on his grip of the marker, like he was holding onto it as a lifeline.

He, in fact, was gripping the marker with a firm grasp because of his nerves. He wasn't sure if he was just in his head because of the added pressure, but he was almost positive that almost every time he looked at you, you were focusing on some part of him as he taught. He was hoping that he wasn't imagining it. He was hoping that if you were looking at him like the way he thought, that you were going through the same conflict that he was.

That you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

"The first tale of Zeus we'll discuss is of Zeus and Io. Io was a mortal woman, the princess of Argos. Zeus fell in love with her and covered the Earth with clouds as a way to try to hide his relationship from Hera," Aaron explained. He propped himself up on the edge of his desk, giving the students a moment to catch up on their notes.

"Of course, Hera was a smart woman. Not to mention a jealous woman. She knew what Zeus was up to. So she came down from Mount Olympus to try to catch Zeus cheating. However, Zeus was deceptive. Anyone have any ideas as to what he may have done?" He glanced around the room again, as did you, trying to see if anyone had some sort of guess.

"Ms. Y/L/N. You're pretty well-versed in mythology aren't you? Care to tell the class what happened?" Aaron said, a smirk growing across his face as he looked at you. He peered over the heads of his students from where he was sitting atop of his desk to maintain his gaze.

You thought you were hearing things when he called out your last name. But when you saw he was looking at you, you realized quickly that he actually was testing you.

Almost like how you did with him when the two of you discussed the book only the night prior.

You sat up straighter in your seat, feeling everyone's eyes landing on you as they awaited your answer.

"Well, Professor Hotchner," you started, hoping that the way you said his name would have an effect on him, the way it rolled off your tongue so effortlessly with charm. You saw Aaron's mouth drop open a quick second as if he were stunned at the way you addressed him, but he cleared his throat, staring at you with furrowed brows as you began to answer. "Zeus turned Io into a white heifer. It was his way of disguising Io so that Hera wouldn't see her. And when Hera wanted the cow as a gift, Zeus had to give it to her so she wouldn't be suspicious."

Aaron nodded his head in approval, yet again impressed by you. He was becoming more and more enamored with you each and every moment that you spent together, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep his feelings to himself. How much longer he could go without your touch, without being able to tell you how he loved your smile, without holding you in his arms at night to be the first thing that he wakes up to.

He was growing tired of listening to the words of the angel on his shoulder.

He was going to tell you all of these things and word them better. But for now, the words that he was able to compose in his head would have to do as he continued on with the lecture.

"Very good. Excellent, Ms. Y/L/N. Zeus knew that he couldn't resist Io. He had to have her. He would do anything in his power to be able to be with her." Aaron hopped off his desk and started to pace around the room again. He stopped in front of the section that you were sitting in, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked up at you. He sent you a small smile and you saw the way that his face softened for a second as he continued to look at you.

"He was completely and utterly infatuated with her," he said, his voice quiet as he continued to look at you. "And he knew it was wrong but he didn't care. For Chrissakes," he said as he threw his hands up in the air as he turned away from you, "The worst part of it all, in my opinion, was that he didn't care what others thought." He chuckled lightly as he walked, shaking his head in disbelief.

You felt your breath hitch in your throat as you watched him.

He stood behind his desk and leaned on it, looking down at the scattered papers in front of him. "He didn't care what happened as long as he got to be with Io." He lifted his head and without hesitation, he looked at you again.

You couldn't help but feel the words he was saying ripple through your entire body.

And then all too quickly, the emotions that you tried to push deep down whenever you were with Aaron began to make an appearance.

The excitement and attraction that you felt from Aaron's general presence, now swarming through your entire body as you realized that maybe he felt the same way. You took his words as a silent plea of him admitting his feelings.

But of course, you didn't want to take anything for granted. As you shifted in your seat, you were determined to figure out what the hell just happened and why it felt as though the stars were finally aligned and you could get what you wanted.

And you wanted Aaron Hotchner more than you wanted any man before.

Aaron was never one to completely ignore common sense and succumb to his desires. But in that moment, he dove head first into the situation, hoping that you picked up on his intentions through the subliminal message of the lecture.

He cleared his throat, regaining whatever capacity of a clear head that he had left to wrap up his lecture. "Hera arranged for Argus, the giant, to watch over Io to prevent Zeus from seeing her. Of course, that wouldn't sit well with the god of the sky so he instructed Hermes to go retrieve his beloved from the giant. Hermes was successful in setting Io free but the story goes that Hera sent the mother of all gadflies after her to continuously sting her." Aaron clapped his hands together loudly, grabbing the attention of the few students that seemed to be a bit distracted.

"That's all I have for you guys today. Remember, my office hours are canceled for the day. I'll see you all next class."

The room quickly emptied itself of its students, leaving you and Aaron in the auditorium. You gathered your things, still trying to process and decode whatever it was that just happened in the lecture.

Aaron gathered his papers together in his satchel and glanced up at you as you walked down to his desk. "So, what did you think?" he asked, a hopeful look on his face.

You so desperately wished to ask him if what he said about the myth was about him. If he really felt that way about you. But for the time being, you held your tongue and decided to ask him when you got in the car when you had some proper time to think about what it was that you wanted to say exactly.

"It was really great. I enjoyed it. Well, except the part where you called me out of the crowd," you teased, nudging him in the arm softly as the two of you started to walk back out of the building to his car.

"I think it was only fair. You gave me a test so I figured one question in return makes us about even," he said cockily.

You scoffed as you walked, kicking a pebble at your feet. You watched the pebble bounce on the sidewalk, landing a few feet in front of Aaron's stride. "I gave you time to study," you retorted.

"Mine was a pop quiz then," he laughed. He looked down at the sidewalk, kicking the pebble back in your direction. You felt yourself smile at the gesture, especially since it was a bit of a habit that you picked up from the time that you spent with Jack.

The two of you settled into the car, the buildup of the obvious tension from the day lingering in the air.

You turned to look at Aaron to find him already looking at you.

"Look, Y/N-"

"Look, Aaron-"

The two of you said the words at the same time, a small laugh coming from both of you. Aaron waved his hands towards you as his way of telling you to go first.

"You can go first," you told him with a light laugh. You figured it would give you more time to think of what you wanted to say to him anyway.

"Alright." He exhaled deeply and shifted in the driver's seat to fully look at you. "Y/N, I just wanted to say thank you for coming today. It meant a lot to me that you did." You nodded, a small smile curling up at the edge of your lips. Aaron's eyes darted down to your lips before they returned to yours as he continued to talk. "I also just wanted to tell you that I really appreciate everything that you have done for Jack and I."

He reached his hand forward, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You felt like you were in a haze. His touch was driving you insane. But when he rested his hand on your cheek, rubbing small circles on it with his thumb as his eyes were full of admiration for you, only then did your skin feel like it was being ignited by his touch.

You thought you were imagining things. You thought you were going crazy as the gap between you and Aaron closed, as he brought his head closer to yours while moving your head forward at the same time.

"Y/N, you're something else," he whispered, his face only inches away from yours. "And you deserve the world."

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you felt the inches growing less and less between the two of you. You placed your hand on top of his, wrapping your fingers around his.

"Y/N," he muttered, as his nose brushed against yours while he tilted his head to get to your lips.

You heard your heart pounding in your ears. You couldn't believe that it was happening. This only showed you that he did indeed feel the same way. He wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

Everything was moving in slow motion. You felt as though your lips would never find his.

Only mere inches apart.

Inches.

An inch.

Aaron's phone blared in his pocket, taking over the moment. He let out an aggravated sigh as he pressed his forehead against yours for a moment, his eyes shut in disappointment. "Fuck," he muttered, almost so quietly you weren't positive if that was what he said. He removed his hand from your cheek, sitting back up in his seat as his hands dug in his pocket for his phone. He read the caller ID and pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's Jack's school," he said as he held the phone up to his ear. "Aaron Hotchner."

Your brain felt like mush. You almost kissed Aaron and he was the one to initiate it all. You could still feel his hand on your cheek and the adrenaline running through your body as the gap slowly closed between the two of you. You sat back in your seat, pressing your head against the headrest as you only heard incoherent mumbles from Aaron as he spoke on the phone.

You stared blankly out the window, trying to wrap your mind around what the fuck just happened.

Aaron's hand resting on your shoulder pulled you out of your trance as he looked at you with concern. "Y/N? Did you hear what I said? I have to go get Jack from school early. He got sick."

You couldn't speak. Couldn't think. You only managed to nod your head at him. He took his hand off your shoulder, putting the car in drive. "I'll drop you off at home. Don't worry about coming over today. I'll just cancel the rest of my lectures for the day to be with him."

You nodded again as you watched the buildings of the campus speed by your vision as he drove.

You had to talk to him about everything from that day.

From his words at the lecture to the way that he almost fucking kissed you, you weren't even sure where to begin.

All you knew for certain was that you would be thinking about where that kiss would have led you if you weren't interrupted.

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author's note:

hello hello! another chapter for you all! and i'm not even sorry for how i ended it lol

i hope you're all prepared for the next few...the next one will make things a little...twisted??

see you soon!

-jordyn

#aaronhotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #cm #bau #hotch #hotch x you #hotch x y/n

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deithe · 3 years

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the bones (2,847 words) (1/1)

(an introspective on jason grace. kind of?)

read here on ao3 or read below the cut!

jason falls in love with the human equivalent of a forest fire

(his mother fell in love with the sky itself)

jason grace grew up being told that his destiny was very, very simple.

his first and most important mission, handed down to him from lady juno and mother lupa, was that jason was destined to save rome. that his destiny lay with new rome and camp jupiter, a new romulus to lead the pack to greatness. he would spill so much blood in new rome’s name that the little tiber would overflow and the gods would crown him with a golden laurel made from monster ichor.

he would be everything everyone else needed.

a spear for the senate, a shield for new rome, a standard to replace the one that had been lost, a sword for the gods to wield, and another pack member for lupa. he would be the perfect soldier, a demigod fashioned by two god-mothers for the simple act of being a weapon.

his second duty was that jason was to be nothing like his father.

his father, evil, unpredictable, selfish and cruel, was to be jason’s antithesis. lady juno stressed this, as did the senate, as did his praetors (though praetor saville jason eventually killed in battle, so jason doesn’t take her words to heart anymore). jason was never, ever to be like his father. all sons of jupiter before him were either driven insane or were killed, and jason’s great destiny could not afford for him to do either of those things.

‘hubris’ lady juno once told him, while going through his latin lessons in the damp cold of the den (or wolf house, as she called it), ‘is the thing that kills sons of jupiter’.

so jason was to never be prideful, but at the same time, never to believe he was inferior. he was to be subservient but never meek, he was to be a capable fighter but never violent. he was to be kind but not a pushover. open but not flirtatious.

he was to be perfect. he could not afford anything else.

then he, in the span of a few months, murdered his prateor after finding out she was a traitor, watched his friend be assaulted by a family legacy of prophetic visions which turned him into a paranoid asshole, watched his other friend assume a leadership role, one which he tried to refuse, and fought an army, killed a titan and toppled kronos’ black throne.

he also became praetor and then was promptly kidnapped by lady juno, leaving said other friend with all the responsibility.

then any and all plans the gods had for him were ruined by a daughter of aphrodite with eyes like the earth and a son of hephaestus with a smile like war.

how could jason be the perfect soldier when his loyalties no longer lay with new rome? he loved his home, he loved his siblings-in-arms, he loved the legion-

he loved leo and piper more than the breath in his lungs, than the sky and earth and more than his destiny. he loved them enough to try and find whatever scraps of himself he had. to create something they could love too.

(heracles killed himself after accidentally killing his family. love killed him in the end)

and so, jason failed in his first mission. he could no longer put new rome above them, above camp half-blood.

jason doesn’t think becoming his father is an option for him, however. his father is prideful and arrogant and his father's likeness, he will eventually learn, belongs only to his prodigal sister.

and so, jason grace finds his last name, a family he never knew, friends he could die for and an empty cabin that seemed less lonely with leo or piper in it.

then they went on a quest, leo built a ship and they all set sail to stop gaia from rising.

then jason lost leo, then jason lost everything, then jason lost himself and then lost piper-

and, in the middle of winter, leo valdez came crashing down on a metal dragon with eyes like a nuclear explosion and teeth made for tearing meat from bone, or tearing jason’s heart from his chest.

and then jason found himself again in the space between the junction between leo valdez's fourth and fifth ribs.

leo valdez is a lot of things. he’s a son of hephaestus and a complete asshole. he’s the first child of hephaestus to be born with the ability to create and control fire in over 400 years. he’s a 5’4ft guy who wears platformed boots to make himself seem taller. he’s so powerful that he obliterated gaia. he’s a genius. he thinks spraying axe bodyspray on himself is the same as a shower. he overworks himself even when he doesn’t have to. he can fight gods and go toe-to-toe with any big three kid and hold his own. he likes to survive on a diet of mango monster energy and takis. he's obnoxious. he's thoughtful. he makes mean-spirited jokes at other people's expense. he's the best person jason's ever met

he’s-

currently late for their date.

It’s not that jason minds, per se, but leo has a nasty habit of getting so completely lost in his work that he can plan a date for the next day, and jason won’t see him for at least three days. it’s one of the downsides of being the trophy boyfriend of a genius.

jason sighs and rocks back on his heels, eyes darting up to the grey, overcast sky. he can almost hear leo in his head, asking if he could pretty please make it less goddamn cold? and his pout when jason refuses to change the weather for him.

it's not that jason won't. it's just that he can't. it makes aeolus snappy.

sometimes he still does it. manipulates the air currents just enough to warm the air around them and leo smiles, a real one, small and soft. like it wasn't meant to be seen. a secret thing, just for jason.

jason doesn't see leo smile like that often.

it's mid-february in new york and jason is kicking around central park in the grey mid-day light. it's quiet, this part of the park, with barely anyone passing jason as he leans against a tree, wet dew dripping into his unstyled hair. it's cold, but not cold enough for a freeze or snow. just the right amount of cold to turn your hands numb and purple from cold

which. if you've never seen leo 'was raised in texas and has fire powers' valdez in new york snow, jason fully believes you've never lived.

he spends another 30 minutes splitting his time from staring into space and wandering around the meeting spot they've arranged. it's peaceful here. jason can even hear some birds twittering and chirping in the trees above. the cold even stops bothering him. jason likes being alone sometimes.

it reminds him of the lupercal and lupa. long days and nights in the loneliness of the redwood forest. just him and the wolves and the stars.

though now jason has sturdy boots and a wool jacket, so not exactly the same.

he's in the middle of trying to coax a timid sparrow onto the hand, crouched on the balls of his feet when he feels a presence beside him. he goes stiff when he realises and then, like all the tension has been zapped out of him, goes relaxed again.

"that," leo whispers, also crouched beside jason, "is one fat fucking bird"

jason represses a grin, "don't say that. he's probably barely eaten all winter," and leo snorts, moving closer to jason so their shoulders brush. the bird regards leo with some caution but his black, beady eyes seem to acknowledge that jason would keep him safe.

"he looks better fed than me, jace. do you care more about this bird than your own poor boyfriend?" leo says, faux-sadness in his voice, "how cruel, jason grace. how cruel".

jason turns in time to see leo shake his head, black curls wild around his face as they shudder like leaves in the wind. his eyes are dark brown, watching the bird watch leo. a staring contest.

leo says his name like no one else does. like it's a name. like it's good. like it's something familiar and warm. he does not say 'jason' and imagine a great hero or a wolf-boy with no past. he does not say 'grace' like a joke, like grasp for power, like it carries too much weight for his tongue to bare.

he says it like it belongs to jason. he says it like it's important. not too fast, but not too slow.

leo turns his head to find jason staring at him.

"jason" he calls, lips quirking up at the edge, pulling out the 'o' like toffee, "i know i'm pretty irresistible but please, keep your longing stares for the bedroom"

jason shoves up against leo's shoulder, blush bursting across his already red-cold face.

he pushes just slightly too hard and leo goes spilling across the wet grass, yelping in surprise.

"jason!" he yells, looking up at jason half shocked and half in amusement. "what the fuck, dude!"

jason can't help himself.

leo is wearing jason's hoodie, the black one mrs.blofis picked out for jason which leo claimed as his own even before they started dating. his new denim, fur-lined jacket (from the hide of the nemean lion they killed last year) is just slightly too big and he's wearing black jeans. he looks like the college freshman he is. he looks mortal.

he looks human. he has leaves in his hair and his cheeks are flushed from the cold, teeth showing through the toothy smile he's giving and-

it's uncanny, sometimes, how well they can pass for normal. you almost can't tell leo's died and come back to life. you almost can't tell he's more powerful than any living mortal.

almost.

jason falls on top of leo in the wet grass, which causes leo to yelp, again, and knee jason in the stomach.

jason groans "dude, what the hades was that for?" and he rolls of leo, onto the wet grass beside him, arms protectively covering his bruised stomach.

"you fell directly on top of me, you big lug," and leo sits up, picking a leaf out of his curls absentmindedly, "if you haven't noticed, you're like a bean-pole with muscle mass. that shit hurts!"

jason pouts up at leo, who manages to look both unimpressed and fond. he rolls his eyes and offers his hand to jason, who accepts and leo hauls him into a sitting position in front of him

"hi, leo" jason says finally, "you're late"

"i'm not late, loser, you're just a nerd and get places earlier than normal people. its super weird," leo tells him, matter-of-factly, scooting closer to him as they sit on the ground. "you should really get it checked. might be terminal nerdiness. the glasses are just the first sign"

jason raises an eyebrow, curviving over said glasses. "i didn't know it could be terminal. oh well, guess i'll just wither away and die from being punctual. what an injust life i lead. how the sorrows never end"

leo pouts, eyes sparking with enough warmth to keep out the cold for decades to come, "don't be so down about it, I hear being a nerd has perks,"

jason moves closer, so his knees are half-pulled up to his chest and he's balancing his weight on his hand. leo fits perfectly in the bracket of his arms.

"oh? do tell?" he asks, and leo is close enough that jason can see the faint freckles on his cheeks. they're fading from how far away leo has been from the sun, but jason loves them anyways.

"yup," leo says, popping the p and smiling like the cat who got the cream. "do you know that all nerds get super hot and funny and sexy boyfriends? as compensation for being such nerds, of course"

jason pulls back his head a bit, just as leo laces his arms around his shoulders, "really?" and his voice is soft, but the smile won't disappear from his lips, "wow, didn't know that. guess I'm lucky that you're such a huge nerd or-"

leo kisses him like coming home. and in a way it is.

jason has known many homes. he's known the small apartment with his mother that smelt like spilt wine and smoke and mold. he's known the lupercal and the redwood forests around it. he's known the barracks at camp jupiter and the feeling of purpose in his chest. he's known cabin 1 and cabin 9 and bunker 9 and on the back of festus and on the argo. he's known the feeling of reyna laughing as he tells her wild stories and of the fifth cohort raising him on their shields. he's known lying in leo's private room with piper and leo, listening to low music and feeling safe with just them.

but the one person who jason has felt like home since they met was leo. his high ground through the tsunami. his parachute during a plane crash. the one point of home. like the north-star.

jason smiles into the kiss, his free hand tangling itself in the rough fabric of leo's dark blue denim jacket. it's soft and chaste, more a press of warm lips than anything. it's comforting. it's familiar. it's everything he wants.

leo pulls back a bit, just far enough to speak but still close enough that his breath brushes up against jason's cold face. "hi," he says, brushing his nose against his, "missed you, bro".

jason snorts, "i missed you too, leo, how's MIT treating you?"

"like i'm it's bitch is how it's treating me," leo tells him, slumping slightly into jason, forehead against jason's. "can we not talk about college? i think if we talk about college I might start crying and then our date will be ruined"

jason pulls back a bit to look at leo. he does look more tired than usual, eye-bags darker and lips bitten from nervousness. he frowns, using his free hand to cup his face. "are you okay? we can just go back to your dorm if you're too tired-"

"ugh, no way" leo groans, "fuck that. i just wanna spend time with you, okay? i wanna be mushy and all that gay shit. i want bad food and to kiss you again and again and do more than kissing-"

jason rolls his eyes.

"-and then go back to mrs.blofis apartment and watch really bad movies you like for some reason and then i'll go to sleep beside you and it'll be gay and shit"

"gay and shit?"

"gay and shit, you better believe it grace. but first-"

and leo untangles himself from jason and stands up, brushing the dirt from his knees leaving jason frowning on the floor.

he offers out his hand, brown skin calloused from work, long, thin fingers curled slightly as the palm faced upwards.

"c'mon, super, treat your louis lane to some greasy new york food before he decides batman has better pay"

jason is so, so lucky he got leo valdez. that the fates decides to make sure that his destiny crosses leo's. that he convinced leo valdez to let down his walls, to stay, that jason wouldn't leave him like the others, or hurt him or betray him.

that jason was in it for as long as leo wanted him to be. that jason only wanted leo to say his name, wanted to give it to leo because leo's the only one who's mouth jason trusts with it. that jason wanted to give leo his past. wanted to show him and tell him where he got each scar.

he trusts leo with this. he trusts leo's hands to not burn it all to ash. because he knows that if leo wanted to, he could. he could burn jason alive with a thought. turn him to ash and glass with a flick of his hand.

jason has fallen in love with a nuclear bomb, with a supernova of a boy and jason doesn't care if it kills him, because he has spent so long pretending to be what everyone else needed, that now he was going to be who he wanted to be. even if it got him killed. even if it burned him alive.

jason grace has fallen in love with the human version of a forest fire. he should be afraid of it, of leo. he is not. he never will be.

beryl grace fell in love with the sky itself. wanted all the stars in heaven and didn't care what happened to her. as long as she knew she had the stars attention. as long as she knew the sky loved her back.

as long as he knew the fire loved him back.

he takes his hand.

#my writing #jason grace #fanfic #hoo #toa has no power over me i do as i please #leo valdez #valgrace

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quitefair · 3 years

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the first time zagreus escapes the underworld.

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It was warm in the west hall, whatever-time-this-was. The customary dry-heat-warmth that Achilles had come to associate with the House of Hades. Granted, he had not much experience with the rest of the Underworld, as it may be. The brief cool-breeze of Elysium, from when he had first arrived here, kicking and screaming in anger, was a faint memory, for he had not spent much time there.

But the warmth in his Lord’s House was welcoming, comforting in its own way. The dry heat reminding him of the years huddled against his mother as a child, close to the fire burning in the hearth. Huddling close to Patroclus on a winter’s night, finding warmth, solace in each other.

Those memories too were faint, but he had ample time to remember them whilst he stood at his post.

It was quiet now, whatever-time-this was. He could hear the faint murmurings from the lounge across the main hall. Nyx stood in her corner, her gaze piercing but aimless. He had seen the Fury Megaera enter the lounge, after she had emerged from the Pool however long it was ago. Dusa was dusting by the entrance of the lounge, humming softly as she usually did. It was quiet enough that he could hear the faint, even breathing of sleeping Hypnos, just out of sight. Orpheus was strumming a melancholy tune on his lyre, not really looking at anything in particular. Achilles did not turn his head, but he had also noticed Master Thanatos lounging at the end of the hallway, scythe laid down as he watched the river flow beyond the House.

Cerberus and Lord Hades were not present. Zagreus had been gone for quite some time, and as it were when that happened, Achilles would hear a deep sigh from the Lord Hades, which would be followed by the scraping of his great chair. He would then make his way past Achilles, the great hound Cerberus silent at his heels, towards his chambers, and then presumably, upwards to the Temple of Styx.

To face his son.

This had happened several times already. Zagreus was growing stronger, quicker, more skilled, the more times he attempted to escape his father’s domain. Achilles had counted at least six times that Zagreus had managed to reach the surface, only to be cut down by his father. But the fact that he had even managed to reach that point was a testament to his determination and sheer grit.

Were Achilles alive and able to feel any physical sensation, he would feel the pride blooming inside his chest at his pupil’s progress.

Which is why he now awaited Zagreus’ arrival, at whatever-time-this-was. He knew Nyx too was expecting him, for her eyes now were drawn to the pool. Hypnos still snored quietly. Thanatos watched the Styx quietly. Dusa had entered the lounge, and Megaera was nowhere to be seen.

Then, Achilles heard the splash of water from the pool.

The lounge grew quiet. Thanatos’ head turned sharply. Nyx hovered closer towards the great hall, her pale, perfect face unreadable as always. Orpheus continued playing, though his eyes now were drawn to the pool.

Thud.

Those footsteps were wrong. The fact that Achilles could hear footsteps in the first place was wrong. Zagreus was light on his feet, never made a sound as he dashed from one corner to the other. These were slow, heavy footsteps. He craned his neck to see better. Megaera and Dusa had also emerged from the lounge, standing just behind Nyx, just in reach of the shadows of the east hallway.

He heard Hypnos stutter out of his slumber and begin to speak.

“Welcome to the House of Hades, how may I…”

But his voice trailed off. Achilles also realised now that Orpheus had stopped playing.

The thud, thud, thud, thud, the heavy footsteps, they continued on, despite Hypnos’ stuttering, despite the deathly silence of the great hall, and before long Achilles caught sight of the figure those footsteps belonged to.

The Lord Hades.

Achilles felt his eyes grow wide. Orpheus’ mouth was open in a comical image of shock. Megaera and Dusa looked at each other sharply, though they were too far away for Achilles to see their expressions. He heard Thanatos’ sharp intake of breath next to him, closer than he was before. They all stared in silence, watching their Lord trudge towards his throne.

Lord Hades looked as if he were about to collapse, he nearly staggered as he clutched the edge of his desk, his pronged spear in hand, fingers tight around it. His brows were creased, face twisted into an expression of anger, bitterness, grief, and what else Achilles did not know. There were flecks of dried blood on his arms, on his staff, blood that Achilles knew belonged to his son. Lord Hades himself looked unscathed, having returned via the rejuvenating pool.

He did not linger for long. After a moment, he turned sharply to Nyx, who simply stared back at him, that ever-serene expression on her face. Then, with a deep, shuddering exhale, he turned and thud, thud, thud, thud, walked towards his chambers.

It was only when the doors slammed shut did the murmuring start again.

Nyx and Thanatos both disappeared almost immediately. Megaera stormed off into the lounge, Dusa frantically chasing after her. Orpheus sat in his chair and stared blankly at his lyre. The murmuring shades however, continued their slow procession around the hall.

Achilles’ fingers tightened around his spear.

He made it.

He thought of how-ever-much-time-it-was-ago that Zagreus passed him by, having just been shunted back to his father’s House courtesy of King Theseus’ spear. He had brought news of a shade he had met in Elysium, a shade he had described as being aloof and incredibly sad. A shade he had described, and that Achilles knew in his heart of hearts was his Patroclus. Zagreus promised to tell him more when he returned next, to send Patroclus Achilles’ love and regards. The lad had also quietly pressed a bottle of nectar into Achilles’ hands, saying he had found it on one of his journeys through Tartarus, saying it was a gift. And then with a crooked smile and a wave, he made his way towards the eastern hall and lounge, to speak with the other denizens of the House.

And that would be the last memory Achilles would have of him. That grin, those kind eyes, that wave and promise to return.

Achilles closed his eyes and sent a prayer to the gods of Olympus. A prayer to look after the lad. To watch over him above ground as they promised to do underneath it. And for him to finally, finally find his mother.

#hades #hades supergiant #hades 2018 #zagreus hades #achilles hades #my writing #bruh have two weeks worth of pent up angst and emotions about this entire family hgdfhgdfg #also lemmie tell you it was such a joy and gift to write something short and then just.... throw it out there #(also any and all ships are implied)#(basically everybody in the house of hades loves zagreus its canon)

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ballumsecretvalentine · 4 years

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A Little Bit of Spice

For @benthighway! I loved reading your angst and AU’s so I am thrilled to gift you a Restaurant AU! Hope you enjoy and Happy Valentine’s Day!!!

“Hiya. Is Shirley around?”

“Who’s askin’?”

Ben fought the urge to roll his eyes. “I’m Ben, the new host.”

“Oh, yeah.” The woman’s entire demeanor changed. “Sorry ‘bout that. Sometimes some shady folk come ‘round looking for Shirl. Gotta man the door, y’know?”

Ben smiled with a nod, wondering what the hell he’d gotten himself into.

“Well, anyway, I’m Whitney.” She offered her hand and a surprisingly firm handshake. “I run the front of the house here, so we’ll be working together a lot. You got a tour on your interview?”

Ben nodded again, taking off his coat and straightening his tie. When Shirley had told him a uniform would be required, he almost walked out. When he saw one of the waiters in the uniform looking hotter than Hades, he figured he could give it a go.

With Whitney giving him an obvious once over, he knew he fit the bill.

“I’ll show ya the break room. You get a locker an’ all that, then you can meet everyone quick. You’ll be shadowing me tonight. Gotta learn from the best an’ all.”

Ben laughed and followed her to the back. She seemed harmless enough, pretty girl but trying way too hard. He’d make his preferences clear in due time.

After hanging up his coat in a locker and going through the process of punching in and out for a shift, Whitney led the way into the kitchen, a swarm of hustling bodies and loud voices.

No competition for her, though.

“Hey, arseholes!”

The entire kitchen stilled and looked to them. Ben was immediately impressed. She commanded the room like the captain of ship. Only she did it with fake nails and four-inch heels.

“This ‘ere is Ben. New host. Be nice, introduce yourselves and don’t bloody drop anything tonight.” Whitney glared at a skinny, blonde guy who made a face and turned right around, getting back to work.

With that, the action returned, and Ben was practically chasing Whitney as she went back out front.

He was grateful when two hours later the doors opened, and the customers flooded in. He could only take so much talk of napkins and cutlery before he’d wanted to chop off his ear with a salad fork.

Most of the customers were lovely, sopping up his charm like sponges, but there were always those dining who thought they knew better than everyone else.

“This isn’t medium rare. It’s medium.”

Ben smiled even though it hurt his face to do so. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll take care of that for you.”

Practically stomping into the kitchen, teeth clenched tight with curses sliding through, he tossed the plate down in front of the nearest chef and said, “Gordon Ramsey out there says this isn’t medium rare.”

“Oh, alright. Not really Gordon Ramsey though, right? Think I’d piss myself if it was.”

Ben looked up and found himself speechless, a feat he didn’t think possible. The kindest smile and the most gentle set of eyes met his.

He cleared his throat and tried to get a grip. “Nah, mate. Not tonight.”

The other man laughed, prepping another steak. Without looking up from his workstation he asked, “are you the new guy Whit was yelling about?”

“Yeah, that’s me. Ben. Mitchell.”

“Callum Highway. I’d shake your hand but,” he held up a filthy, gloved hand.

Ben laughed and shook his head. “I’m good, thanks.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Ben. Here ya go.” He slid a new steak across the counter. “May Gordon be kind.”

Ben’s heart raced as a blush crossed his cheeks against his will. “We can only hope.”

The rest of the evening went by without a hitch. The customers seemed to enjoy him, and he could tell Whitney was impressed with how quickly he fell into his new role. The few times Ben had to return to the kitchen, he went out of his way to catch a glimpse of Callum.

The man was tall, an immediate yes in Ben’s book, with those bright eyes and that wide smile. His shoulders were broad, and Ben’s thoughts had wandered to the nasty, wondering if that sturdy frame could hold his in those big paws he had.

Everyone seemed to like him, giving him pats on the shoulder and sharing jokes, so it was clear the man really was as nice as he seemed.

Determined to learn more about the cook, Ben said his goodbyes to Whitney and the other front-end staff and collected his stuff from the back. He popped into the kitchen, hoping to catch Callum before he left for the night but, stood at his station, Callum was laughing, with Whitney wiping something off his cheek, head tilted and smile full of flirtation.

Dammit, Ben thought. The radar must be broken.

******

The next night went much the same, Ben working on memorizing some of the menu items as well as the variety of wines the restaurant was trying to push. There was a noticeable lack of miserable customers which was wonderful, of course, except it meant he had no good reason to go into the kitchen. The pull to see Callum, to chat with him again, was something Ben wasn’t used to. It had been years since he’d felt more than just a surface attraction to another bloke.

This felt different.

And Callum was straight.

“Hey, Mitchell!”

Ben spun round at his name to a beaming Whitney. “Excellent job tonight. You’re catching on quick.”

He pulled on his coat and smiled in return. “Thanks. So far so good.”

“Listen, a bunch of us are goin’ for drinks. You interested?”

Ben thought about it, knew he needed to make some new mates here in Walford, but then he caught an eyeful of Callum, waiting patiently by the door, twiddling a hat between his hands. The idea of watching the two of them all over each other all night while the drinks flowed made him queasy.

With a sigh he said, “nah, I’m knackered. Next time though, yeah?”

Whitney nodded. “Suit yourself. Have a good night, then.”

He watched her leave, getting a small wave from Callum before the two of them headed out the door, Callum throwing his arm around Whitney’s shoulders as they left. Bopping his head lightly against his locker, he closed his eyes and groaned. First time attracted to someone again and it’s gotta be at work and with a bloke who don’t fancy men.

You pick ‘em well, Ben.

******

A few weeks later, after a few particularly boring days off, Ben found himself at the local, a nice little place everyone called the Vic. He was propping up the bar, feeling a bit sorry for himself, a damn bit lonely, too, when another pint appeared in front of him.

“I didn’t order another yet, mate.”

“S’alright,” the barkeep smiled. “From that one over there.” He tilted his head to the side and Ben melted where he sat when Callum lifted his glass.

Taking a deep breath, Ben stood with his fresh pint in hand and met Callum at one of the tables.

“Cheers for this.”

Callum shrugged. “No problem. It’s tough bein’ new ‘ere. Everyone already knows each other. Kinda tough to break the ice.”

Ben nodded, taking a sip and licking the foam off his lip. “You sound like you can relate.”

“Yeah, I only moved ‘ere ‘bout a year ago. My brother lives ‘ere and thought I’d like it.”

Ben took another drink, ignoring the heat choking him under his collar. Just being near Callum, listening to his voice and seeing the way his eyes sparkled up close was doing his head in.

“How’d you start cooking?”

Another big smile. “The army. I wasn’t in long, but I cooked quite a bit there; learned a lot.”

Eyebrows raised in surprise, Ben double checked. “Army?”

Callum had pride smeared across his mouth. “Yep. Not as soft as I look, y’know.”

Ben coughed on his drink, Callum giving him a few pats on the back in concern, missing what Ben felt was an obvious inuendo.

The rest of the evening was spent sharing stories and a few more drinks. Turned out they both came from fathers they’d prefer not to see again and mothers who tried their hardest but never seemed to get it right.

When Ben’s vision started getting blurry around the edges, the conversation shifted into talk of relationships. Callum seemed to shrug it off. “I’ve got, like, no experience, mate.”

Ben gave his shoulder a gentle shove. “Aw, c’mon. All them sights you seen in the army, never picked up a date or a shag?”

Callum laughed again, mouth open wide and so pure, Ben stared in awe. If Callum was being honest, which he seemed damn near incapable of being anything but, it just didn’t make sense. Why would no one pick him up? He was bloody gorgeous and sweet, tall and strong, and those hands—

“I can’t just hook up with someone. Not my style.”

Ben couldn’t help but wonder why Callum wasn’t telling him about Whitney. Objectively, even though he certainly wasn’t interested, she was sharp and beautiful, a good catch for any bloke.

“No one catching your eye at work, then?”

Callum’s head snapped with what Ben thought looked a bit like fear on his face. “I dunno what you mean.”

Ben shrugged, taking a drink and trying to steady his hands. He’s usually much smoother than this, easily chatting up any bloke he fancied, not afraid of an honest conversation.

But, fuck, Callum made him nervous.

He cleared his throat and put on his best teasing face. “Mate, everyone’s got a thing for someone they work with. That what it is? One of the waitresses catch your eye?”

He winked dramatically, trying desperately to downplay his nerves. It was like ripping off a plaster, right? Hearing Callum talking about Whitney directly would be better than drawing it out. That way he’d get over this ridiculous crush and move on.

“Nah. Most of them’s married, you know.”

With a roll of his eyes, Ben mumbled, “wouldn’t ‘ave stopped me.”

The look of judgement that was thrown his way made Ben want to disappear into the floor. He didn’t know why he said that, he’d never been with a married man before, and he could actually see Callum losing respect for him by the second.

“Is that your deal, Ben? Mess around with whoever you like? Don’t matter if they’ve got someone waiting at home?”

Scoffing, Ben finished his pint. “Yep. I like ‘em tall, dark and silent, Callum. I’ve got nothing to hide.”

It was definitely the booze brandishing some liquid courage, but Ben was fuming. He made one stupid, off handed comment and that was all it took to be judged once again. And why the hell wouldn’t Callum mention Whitney? What was the big bloody deal? He’d been at the restaurant less than a week and could name a handful of people screwing around. What made them special?

He threw a bunch of cash on the table, not bothering to count it, and headed out into the cold January night. All he’d wanted was a quiet drink. A mate or two. A job. A fresh start.

But then Callum bloody Highway had to muck it all up.

******

When the hangover started fading the next day, Ben seriously debated calling in. He wasn’t a coward; he’d always faced up to his shit in the past. Callum, though, made him feel…vulnerable.

He hated it.

Ultimately, his brain voted in favor of a paycheck so he forced his body up, took the longest, hottest shower he could handle. Feeling close to human again, he got himself dressed and picked a pair of too tight trousers to go with his uniform. He’d be worried about ripping ‘em all night but he’d look damn good doing it.

Feigning confidence and nonchalance, he moved through his shift like a man with no worries, no concerns. But all night he kept an eye on Callum and could have sworn Callum was watching him in return.

As the last of the customers were finishing up, Ben used the quiet to debate his next move. Something was sitting uncomfortably in his gut, churning and tossing with the idea of Callum thinking less of him, especially over some nonsense comment. He could try pretending it never happened, picking up a conversation like they never stopped speaking. Or, and this would be horribly unpleasant, he could just be honest.

I’ve got a crush and it made me word vomit absolute bullshit and I’m sorry.

Shockingly, he decided the truth was the only safe way to go. They’d worked together for a bit now and, if Callum was weird after the confession, they didn’t have to see each other that often anyway. Plus, Ben reasoned, Callum was too nice to be that petty. He pictured the chef now, smiling and shaking his head at Ben’s stupidity, laughing it off.

Decision made, Ben headed into the kitchen, ready to confess.

Regretting it instantly, Ben stood frozen with his hand holding open the swinging door as he watched Callum holding Whitney close to his chest, lips on hers and eyes closed tight.

Feeling lightheaded, he put too much weight on the door, making it bang into the wall behind it. Whitney and Callum jumped apart, both with surprise on their faces. Ben scoffed, confused as to why two people going at it in the wide open would be shocked when someone walked in.

“Ben, it’s not what it looks like, okay?” Whitney wiped the back of her mouth with her perfectly manicured hand and moved away from Callum who looked about a minute away from passing out.

Ben just shook his head and headed to the break room, thoughts of the Albert and a warm body for a distraction running through his head. He stared at Callum, looking small and blushing the color of a rose, when he said, “don’t worry about it. Everyone’s got a thing for someone they work with, right?”

He bit his lip, willing the embarrassment and disappointment away. He threw on his coat and called a cab. There were plenty of fish in the damn sea.

******

As soon as he sat down with a pint, it was like moths to a flame. One after another, blokes of all shapes and sizes came to chat him up. It definitely helped build the ego back up, but he cursed himself as each one did nothing to light that spark.

They were all too short or way too tall. Too arrogant or too quiet. They tried too hard to make him laugh or put on moves that had him grimacing into his drink.

A few hours later, he was well drunk and thinking about his bed. He felt old and ridiculous then, sat in a bar with music blaring and lights flashing, blokes throwing themselves at him left, right and center, but he’s daydreaming about sweatpants and warm blankets and soft pillows.

Oh, and of course the man with the most genuine laugh, and thoughtful eyes, most stunning smile.

Ben rubbed his face, willing images of Callum away with the pressure, and signaled to the bartender for the tab.

“Leaving already?”

He tensed, concerned he’d had so much to drink he was hallucinating that voice in a gay bar.

Even in the dim light, Callum was beautiful.

Ben let out a breath and stared blankly behind the bar, trying and failing to sober up. “What are you doing here?”

He saw Callum’s shoulders rise and fall from the corner of his eye. “Wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Smiling at the bartender, Ben signed for his bill and turned in his seat. “Don’t bullshit me. I’m not gonna say anything about you and Whitney, alright? What you do is your business.”

Callum shook his head but Ben was out of his seat and calling a taxi before he could say anything. Outside, his breath moved in a cloud in front of his face and he buttoned up his coat. He would freeze in this weather but there was no way he could sit next to Callum for another second.

“Hey.”

Ben groaned, frustration overcoming his buzz.

“What, Callum? What?”

“You got it wrong, okay? What you saw today, at work, it-it wasn’t what it looked like.”

Ben made a face. “Yeah, Whitney already said that. I’m sure I just got confused. I mean, that’s how I say goodbye to folks. With my tongue.”

Callum threw his head back with a sound that came out like a growl. “That’s not what I mean! God, Ben, what is your problem?”

“I liked ya!”

Ben’s confession hung in the air, stuck between the two of them. His chest felt tight and his eyes stung, a sensation he refused to allow to win.

He turned, looking up the street and praying to the universe for his cab to suddenly appear. He’d give it just another minute or so before he’d be walking home. Maybe he’d get lucky and the bloody cab would just run him over.

“I-I don’t understand.”

Laughing, Ben met Callum’s eye. “I’m gay, Callum. And I like ya. Sorry I’m not interested in seeing you with other people.”

Huffing, he started to move, feet going numb and hands burning from the cold. Ben turned his collar up and dug his hands deep into his pockets.

He heard feet on the pavement jogging to catch up. “But, the other night. You were talking about—”

“Jesus, Callum!” He spun around so quickly Callum stumbled over his own feet, giving Ben a wide berth. “I just wanted you to keep talking. And we were drinking. And you make me bloody stupid! I’ve never been with a married man before, it just came out. But you shut down, judging me, making me feel—”

“I wasn’t judging!”

Ben scoffed and started walking again.

“Ben, wait!”

“I’ll see ya at work, Callum.” He turned back, walking backwards up the street. “And, no worries. Your secret’s safe with me!”

If he spent that night shivering alone in his bed, holding a pillow tight and feeling completely empty, it was no one’s business.

******

Ben woke the next day with puffy eyes and a sore throat to discover, in horror, that it was Valentine’s Day. He’d barely slept at all, embarrassment and regret running through his mind all night. He downed a glass of water with a slice of dry toast while planning the phone call to play hooky from work when the bell rang.

On the other side of the door sat the largest stuffed bear Ben had ever seen holding a single red rose. He looked up and down the street, forgetting in his confusion he was in nothing but his underwear, searching for whoever dropped the stupid thing off at the wrong address. When no one was in sight, he groaned and mumbled to himself about inept delivery drivers as he hauled the brown bear into his flat.

With the distraction of the bear, Ben had lost track of time and found it was too late to call out of his shift. He showered quickly and threw on what he hoped were some clean clothes. As he headed out the door, a tag hanging from the bear’s big ear caught his eye; he hadn’t seen it earlier. Flipping it over he read:

Ben,

I hope this is a Valentine’s Day you won’t forget.

Your Secret Admirer

He froze, excitement and nerves churning in his gut. Was this real? Was someone messing with him? Who the hell would take the time to send something like this? And to him, no less.

Yanking the tag off the animal, Ben read it once more before shoving it in his pocket. He’d worry about it all later.

******

The restaurant was absolutely slammed that night, the holiday filling their patrons with romance and generosity. Ben found himself forgetting about the tag in his pocket and focusing on the money filling them instead.

On his break, he popped into his locker and almost got knocked out when something shiny, covered in cellophane fell out. He stared at the offending object, a red, heart shaped box, and looked around the room, starting to get worried he was being pranked.

Carefully, he picked it up and peeled away the wrapper. Inside, were a handful of fancy and, he learned later, delicious chocolate truffles. Inside the cover of the box was a scribbled note.

Ben,

A little pre-dinner snack. Don’t work too hard tonight.

Your Secret Admirer

His heart raced and his cheeks flushed. Pre-dinner snack? Like, a date? Or was it just that this person knew he’d be opening the gift before he ate?

Again, he looked around the space. The bear could have been ignored but now he was definitely getting curious. As he went back onto the floor, he looked at each of his co-workers in a different light. He realized he hadn’t made his preferences known to everyone so there was a good chance he might actually be hurting someone’s feelings tonight and a disaster would ensue.

No one seemed to be looking at him any differently, though. Lee gave him a polite nod and Mick asked if he had any plans for the night of romance. He knew Whitney and Callum were out of the running and annoyed himself briefly with visions of their sexy Valentine’s night. The rest of the kitchen and wait staff were nice but no one stuck out; no one had blatantly flirted.

With a sigh, Ben decided he was just being pranked, give the new guy a hard time kind of thing. No one knew him well enough to like him let alone admirer him. He’d grab his stuff as soon as his shift was over, stop and get a bottle of something nice for himself and then head home. Maybe watch a slasher film or something.

The night finally came to an end, the love in the air eventually becoming too overwhelming for Ben to stomach. He stuck to his plan, making a beeline for his coat and heading out the back door. What greeted him outside stopped him dead in his tracks.

Callum stood in front of him, nervous smile on his face and a large bouquet of flowers in his hands. Exhausted and so disappointed, Ben could only offer a nod. “Have a good night, mate. She’ll love ‘em.”

Before he could walk away, a large hand turned him around and roses were being shoved under his nose. “For you, Ben.”

In slow motion, with a pitiful expression on his face, Ben took hold of the flowers and looked at Callum. “I don’t get it.”

Callum laughed and shook his head. “We have to start over, Ben. I’ve messed this up since day one but it’s Valentine’s, so I figured I’d just go for it.”

With a shake of his head Ben asked, “go for what?”

“You can be so thick. You, ya idiot.”

In his confusion, Ben tried giving the flowers back. “But you’re with Whitney.”

Callum stepped forward, gently pushing the flowers back into Ben’s chest. “You saw me panic, Ben. Whitney and Lee have been dating for months now.”

“Okay, remember when you called me thick?”

With a laugh that sent a shiver through Ben, he explained. “I’ve been thinking that I’m, well, not exactly straight, for a while now but no one was catching my eye enough to test that theory, ya know? Then you walked in the kitchen on your first night and it was like a switch went off. Yep, I’m gay.”

They both laughed and Ben found himself relaxing, allowing himself to hope this was all real. “But that scared me. And then you were so, I dunno, bold? When we had drinks that night, remember? And I just felt unsure. So the next day, Whit was talking to me and being real nice, she’s one of my best friends, and I kissed her like the moron I am. You just ‘appened to walk in before she could give me a slap.”

“You know I got blasted that night at the Vic ‘cause I convinced myself you two were together.”

“What?”

Ben bit his lip and nodded. “Yeah. I figured you two were together and I didn’t stand a chance, so I drank too much and the muck started fallin’ outta my mouth.”

They stood together in the dark alley sharing breath and laughs for a few minutes. Eventually Ben looked at his hands, clenched tightly around the first flowers he’d ever received, and wondered what was next.

“Ben?”

He looked up and met Callum’s beautiful, blue eyes.

“Hmm?”

“I’m gay.”

Ben laughed again. “Okay.”

“And I like ya.”

Wrapping his arms around Callum’s waist, Ben moved in and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, still in complete disbelief this was actually happening. With foreheads resting against one another and lips turned up in matching grins, Ben whispered, “I like ya, too.”

With a satisfied sigh, Callum stood tall and offered his hand to Ben. “I thought I’d be crazy and made us reservations at that Italian place around the corner.”

“Whoa, big man. Very bold of ya,” Ben teased with eyebrow raised.

Callum leaned down and kissed Ben once again, gentle and soft and filled with the promise of so much more.

“C’mon, let’s get this date started.”

Ben smiled, pulling Callum in close by the waist and melting into the strong arm thrown over his shoulders, flowers swinging happily by his side.

“Let’s.”

#bvd20 #ben x callum #ballum secret valentine #ballum #eastenders #fanfic

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marvelsdc22 · 4 years

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I Will Come Back For You

Intro: Hello, lovelies!! I hope you guys are having a good day/night!! This was requested and I hope you enjoy it, Ami!! :)

Note: Hey look I finally wrote something that’s not a drabble, your godly parent is anyone but Hephaestus, slight angst with a somewhat happy ending depending on how you look at it. I pretty much followed the book for this, but changed it up in some ways. Also, I haven’t read this book since my Senior year of High School(5 years ago), so some might not be exact and for that I apologize.

Word Count: 1354

During the House of Hades, f!reader is the one that gets trapped in Ogygia, so she meets Calypso and both end up falling for each other but the reader tries and fails not to show it since she knows maybe Calypso is not really in love with her as she knows about Calypso’s curse, ya know, I’m here for the angst yeah but a happy ending please. @imagine-lcorp

“Y/N! Look out!” You heard Leo shout before everything went dark; when you next woke up, you were startled to find another person hovering over you and staring at you “Uhm, hi” you stuttered, blinking a few times before you could finally focus on the face and realizing she was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen, even with the scowl on her face “Now they’re just mocking me” you heard her say, causing you to raise an eyebrow “Excuse me?” You asked, looking at her with a confused expression “Obviously the Gods sent you here to mock me, pray to them and leave, I don’t want you here” she said, turning on her heel and storming away, you watching as she walked away before doing what she told you to do even though you were pretty sure they wouldn’t hear you with the war happening and their Roman and Greek sides split the way they were.

After trying for about twenty minutes, you got up and dusted yourself off before heading the way you saw the woman storm off to “Uhm, you must not know what’s going on… Do you?” You asked, looking at her and watching as she turned to look at you “The Gods more than likely won’t hear me, there’s a huge war happening” you explained, looking at her and watching as her face scrunched up in anger before she started muttering curses ‘Zeus’ and ‘woman’ being the only words you really caught “I’m Y/N by the way… Who are you and where am I?” You asked, trying to be as friendly as possible and hearing her sigh before she looked at you “Calypso and you’re on Ogygia… You’re stuck here like me, perfect” she said, shaking her head and causing your anger to slightly spike “Hey, it wasn’t my choice to be here!” You snapped, shaking your head and a small argument ensuing before you stormed away.

As you stormed off, you found an area far enough away from Calypso that you started building up a small home for you to be able to sleep in; but as the days progressed, you noticed how Calypso seemed to always leave you food even if she didn’t have to and it made you heart race slightly “Don’t, she can’t love you… Not really” you mumbled to yourself, knowing about her curse and figuring the curse controlled how she felt, plus from what you had heard she only went for guys so you were out of luck “I need to find a way off this island” you said, looking around some and even though your godly parent wasn’t Hephaestus, you had learned a lot from hanging around Leo so you knew how to build a boat that would get you from point A to point B at least “Celestial Bronze?” You asked yourself, you had been walking around the island a bit and found it on the ground, thinking for a moment before grinning since you knew how you were going to get off the island.

As you worked on getting the boat built, you heard footsteps and looked over your shoulder “Can I help you, princess?” You asked, looking at her and watching as she crossed her arms “First off, don’t call me that and second, what are you doing over here? Making all this noise?” Calypso huffed, looking at you and watching as you set the hammer in your hand down “I’m making a boat, seems it would be the only way off the island” you said, looking at her and seeing what you thought was disappointment go across her face but it was gone too fast to be sure “Good, I don’t want you hear anyway… Just keep it down, will you? You’re scaring the birds” she said before turning and walking away, you feeling slight disappointment from hearing her words since that seemed to confirm her not liking you even though your crush built up every time you saw she left food for you like she did a few hours later.

As time went on, Calypso seemed to come by and visit you more often as you worked on a few various things that you would need to get off the island to the point she started helping you “I thought you didn’t like me?” You asked one day during a quick water break, watching as she looked at you for a moment before answering “I don’t, I know if I help you though then the faster you’re gone” she said, watching as you winced which hurt her but she couldn’t tell you she liked you, she didn’t want to get hurt again “I see, lets get back to work then” you said softly, setting your cup down before going back to what you were doing, leaving Calypso to beat herself up about her words.

A few days later, you and Calypso managed to rig up a device that when you tapped it (completely by accident) a vision popped up that showed you Camp Half-Blood with Reyna seeming to be trying to reach someone “That your girlfriend?” Calypso asked when the vision vanished “What? No! She’s a good friend” you said, clearing your throat before trying to make it work once more before you released a gasp when Gaea appeared out of nowhere “You really think you’ll get off this island and save your friends?” She taunted, watching as you stood up and glared at her “I will, you don’t understand how far I will go for them” you hissed, about to keep going but Calypso gently pushed you back before standing in front of you.

“You’re not welcome here and I will not allow you to taunt her that way” Calypso said, crossing her arms and listening as Gaea offered Calypso to join the other Titans to overthrow the Gods “No, I’m not leaving here, this is my home even if it’s a prison and you’re not welcome here” she said before banishing her; once she was gone, you looked at Calypso “You didn’t have to defend me like that” you said, looking at her and watching her turn to look at you “I wanted to” she said, her face softening as she looked at you before she cleared her throat “Lets get you off this island, yeah?” She said before heading back towards your makeshift area, leaving you to smile to yourself before you turned and followed her.

As you silently drew up more detail for your plans with the boat on the beach since you wanted a more wide-open area to think, you glanced at Calypso when she came and sat down beside you “You know I’m going to come back here and get you, right?” You asked her, watching as she smiled a bit before looking at you with a sad look “You won’t be able to find it again, it’s not possible to find this place twice” she said, looking at you and you shaking your head “I don’t believe that, I’ll find a way to come back to you” you said, looking at her and about to say more when something appeared in your peripheral “A raft?” You asked yourself, standing up and looking at the raft that seemed to magically appear.

“You need to get on it, if you don’t it will vanish” Calypso said, looking at you and lightly shoving you towards the raft “Not without you” you said, looking at her and grabbing her arm as you suddenly put two and two together, the raft appears when Calypso falls in love with someone even though she still acts like she doesn’t like you “Calypso I-“ you said before Calypso pressed her lips to yours, effectively cutting you off as you melted into the kiss “Don’t just go, okay?” She asked softly, making you get on the raft and you staring at her as you started to drift out to sea “I swear on the River of Styx I will come back for you” you said, hearing the thunder as you watched her slowly disappear the farther you got.

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End Note: I hope you guys enjoyed!! I’m so sorry for the delays in my writing, I haven’t fully been myself for a few days so I couldn’t write without making it really bad or angsty af. Anyways, if you want to be added to a Taglist, shoot me a DM or an Ask!! Have a good day/night!! :)

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moon-yeongjun · 4 years

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Chuseok || Mu Jun

Summary: On Chuseok, the Baes and Moons gather as is tradition and a secret is revealed...

@baenxietydad

JUN:

Chuseok.

Normally, Jun loved Chuseok. It was the one holiday that Jun could always afford to come home for with no guilt, to enjoy Eomma’s cooking and play games with his siblings. Last year’s Chuseok he had to spend it with Tiffany’s family and missed his own in the very fibre of his bones. He called Eomma and talked to her for two hours, nearly crying a few times, but of course, holding it all in. He had been looking forward to this Chuseok, then. Even though Abeoji would not be here...there would still be food and games and the Baes would come over like they always did--and Korean would flow, and the house would smell like egg batter, and he’d be...home.

But this year Chuseok came on the heel of Jun’s greatest shame. All the rich, delicious delicacies of Chuseok, the gifts, he didn’t deserve any of it. He woke up and wanted to walk out into the fields-- banish himself if Eomma wouldn’t.

He couldn’t, though. Tradition was tradition, town scandal or not. Eomma found him feeding the chickens and gave him his to-do list for the day, mentioning the Baes would be over before noon.

So here he was in the kitchen, chopping vegetables. Onions actually. They burned his eyes, making him sniffle and turn bright red. He looked up from the cutting board as he tried furiously to blink the onion-stench from his eyes when he heard a knock.

Ah, it was Mu-yeol hyung, sent in here by Eomma no doubt.

“It’s the onions!” Jun declared instead of hello, sensitive about the tear that rolled down his cheek. “Aiya, come here and take over, I need a break.”

MARLIN:

Mu-yeol clicked his tongue like he was admonishing Jun and quickly took over chopping the onions. Aiya, you’d think humans would evolve and immunity to the gasses onions give off considering they use them in cooking regularly.

“Fun fact-” the ‘about fairies’ bit was silent “-onions don’t bother us. Evolution was kinder to us.”

He gestured to the counter with some shavings of veggie peels on it. “Scoop those into the trashcan before noonim yells at us both.”

Yells was used liberally here, as Eun-jung was more likely to go ‘omo, boys what a mess!’ and quietly do the spot cleaning herself while Jun insisted they were ‘about to do it, eomma!’

“Yah, you really took something out on the onions, didn’t you?”

JUN:

Jun rolled his eyes at his hyung, though it was a good-natured kind of gesture (for Jun, at least). Of course fairies were unaffected by onions. You know, sometimes he wouldn’t mind so much being something like a fairy. It seemed idyllic from where he stood-- a kind community, lots of holding hands, one specific thing to do, even if that was, eh...garbage-talent! Or something. But anyway.

He obeyed his hyung and put the food waste into the food waste bucket, since he would add it to the Moon’s compost pile later. Then he moved to the drawer to pull out another knife. He’d go for the mushrooms, eh.

“Ah, just getting warmed up, hyung,” Jun said almost cheerfully. With a snort he took his place next to Mu-yeol and put the mushroom’s on another cutting board. “It’s election season. Plenty to be upset about, eh.” He began his furious chopping again.

Yes, the election was what got Jun worked up. Nothing else!

MARLIN:

“The election? Oh.” Mu-yeol nodded slowly.

He almost forgot about that seeing as he never cared enough before last year. His son of course had only been going to human school for a year so it was just last year he cared enough to vote. If he recalled correctly he’d voted for Hades Acheron.

This year? He didn’t even know what seats were going to be open or who all was running yet. Of course that had yet to be announced but he imagined townsfolk had heard gossip of who may run.

“Are you looking to run?” He asked Jun, an eyebrow quirking up.

JUN:

“Ha!” Jun barked at his hyung’s ridiculous question.

Honestly, he could laugh even harder than that.

Jun, see, never had political aspirations. Politics were a bastard’s business-- necessary evil, yes, but not for him. Before his market was attacked though, he had hoped to help Al McWiggin with a campaign. Now? He wasn’t sure. It might be too dangerous. His store was targeted already. What if Swynlake went after his family next? What if Tae-yah was harassed at school? Jun fretted over these questions, and cursed himself for even caring in the first place--for ever wanting to make Swynlake better.

Why did he care about Swynlake when Swynlake did not care about him?

“Please, don’t you know we’re public enemy number one right now?” Jun said bitterly as he swept his mushrooms into the boiling pot. He reached for the carrots next. “I run, I get chased out of town with pitchforks.”

MARLIN:

“No? No, I didn’t hear. Who could be mad at your mother?” Mu-yeol wrinkled his nose in disbelief. Eun-jung was the kindest, most loving person. “Or is it you? You can be...abrasive.”

As Jun’s hyung, he can say something so brutally honest.

“Of course, part of that is our culture. We're blunt people. What makes you think people are so angry with you?”

Being in the Hollow, he hadn’t heard of the vandalism.

JUN:

He scoffed again.

Was it a good thing that his hyung was clueless? Maybe, maybe not. Mu-yeol didn’t really count when it came to Swynlake. He avoided the town unless he was 1. Working; 2. Watching his son dance; or 3. Picking up Korean-specific groceries from the Moon Market. He had not come by recently and so he did not see the RACIST accusation nor did he go on Twitter or read the newspaper. Maybe it was a good thing talk did not reach the noisy dance halls of Pixie’s then? Or Jun should not count his luck.

He began to furiously chop the carrots.

“The store was attacked, hyung. A girl--she hated my petitions against vampires--against vampires, you know, the one many people signed! And so she vandalized the Market!” Jun brandished the knife very unsafely as his anger grew. “She said I was racist! I’m not racist, eh, I just don’t like vampires. You don’t like vampires!” Jabbed the knife toward Mu-yeol. “But I’m not racist. But no, now everyone is saying that we are unfriendly to Magicks and some are saying they won’t shop at our store-- but we are not, eh, we’ve never--we serve anyone who comes in, vampire, werewolf, fairy, sorcerer, we have never turned away a customer--all because I just wanted to make Swynlake safe against dark magic, dark magic, not all magic-- so I’ve ruined my entire fami--ah!”

He hissed and his hand jerked away. He’d sliced into his skin with the knife as tears had blurred into his eyes once more. At least now he could blame such tears on the pain. Jun spat a very explicit Korean curse as he made to move over to the sink.

MARLIN:

Now, Mu-yeol was about to tell Jun it would be okay but then he had to go and damn near slice his hand off and that kicked him right into healing fairy mode. Jun swore and Mu-yeol followed him to the sink and turned it on so the water would rinse the cut.

“Hey, hey, sh it’s okay. Don’t think about it.” Mu-yeol said gently. “I’ll fix it, give me your hand.

With her bare hand - which was not human medical practice - Mu-yeol took Jun’s hand in his and waved his other hand over the cut which in one motion stopped the bleeding. To seal the cut however he had to rest his other hand on top of Jun’s until it felt like they held sunbeams in their hands, complete with a little golden glimmer.

He pulled his hands away, still covered in Jun’s blood, and nodded to the hand. “Good as new.”

And with a flick of his wrists so that his palms faced up Jun’s blood disappeared from his hands. “And clean.”

JUN:

“Daebak.”

Jun did not say this.

He’d grumbled the entire time Mu-yeol tended his gash, tears stinging in his eyes. He had not heard the kitchen door open. He did not see Eomma enter. Only now he heard her soft exclamation. Jun jerked his head to see her holding freshly picked cucumbers from Appa’s garden. She had obviously brought them for Mu-yeol and Jun.

She had also, obviously, seen Mu-yeol perform magic.

“Eomma,” Jun blurted and instinctively stepped in front of Mu-yeol as if he could hide--

Eun-jung blinked several times and then scurried toward them. “Aiya, already using both our cutting boards! Where am I supposed to cut these, hmm?”

Jun blinked. He glanced at Mu-yeol--

Eun-jung pushed her way between them. “Junnie, the gim please.”

“Eomma…”

“Stop standing there with your mouth open, you’ll eat a fly,” Eomma huffed. She looked at Mu-yeol. “Does this kid have rice stuffed in his ears? What?” A pause. “Are we still pretending I don’t know?”

MARLIN:

Mu-yeol stood there frozen like an ice block as his eyes flitted between Jun and Eun-jung. He used magic. He used magic on Jun (to help him!) and she didn’t even flinch. Apart from a soft exclamation of sur— no, not even surprise. She’d sounded impressed. Amazed? But not surprised.

And most importantly she didn’t seem angry.

“I— what. Wait, what.” Mu-yeol finally stammered, looking at Jun as if to ask if he knew she knew.

“You knew?” He asked quietly, barely above a whisper. “And you don’t care? For how long?”

JUN:

Jun watched his mother sigh, then smile gently at Mu-yeol.

They had a rule in their household, very vague as to apply to many things. The rule was this: don’t talk about it. It could mean the recurring billywig blight that kept attacking their lettuce. It had meant Abeoji’s cancer. It definitely meant the many strange clients the Moon Market served, ‘strange’ applying to couples like Simba and Berlioz and to fairies like Mu-yeol. While these things were not altogether strange to Jun, he understood his parents’ stubborn silence as a conditional acceptance, for Swynlake had been what Abeoji could afford, and now that they were here-- it was home, flaws and all. They must respect those flaws.

At least, that’s what Jun thought. Now? He felt like he’d just sliced his whole thumb off, even though the pain had vanished. What the hell was going on, eh?!

“Oh, I don’t know!” Eun-jung said as she shrugged and laughed, though something in her sweet eyes remained sad. “Nam-minnie would always lose his hats, running around the store! You two aren’t so clever as you think. But you never said anything; I didn’t think you wanted us to know. It isn’t our business.” She shrugged a second time as she skinned the cucumber down.

“You’re okay with it?!” Jun blurted.

Eun-jung shot him a glare. “Eh, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because!”

“They’re the Baes! What was I going to do, stop talking to them?” And though Jun knew she did not mean to, his Eomma blushed and looked back at her cucumbers, sucking her teeth as though Jun was ridiculous.

But--he understood at once. It was like he had always thought, the same reason why Jun had never said anything, following the rule of the Moon household to the strictest letter. The last thing he had wanted to do was take away one of Eomma’s friends. She hadn’t wanted to lose Mu-yeol, either.

“Didn’t I tell you to get the gim?”

Jun made a face. “Eommmaaaaaa.”

MARLIN:

Eun-jung knew.

Either she’d always known or she came to know and it didn’t matter to her, because she still invited them over for Chuseok; she still let Nemo sleep over with Tae; she still gently scolded Mu-yeol for telling Nemo to always help with dishes when he sleeps over.

Had it not been for his being well-versed in Korean human culture, where showing the emotions he wanted to display now was frowned upon, he might have burst into tears and hugged her. He still almost did.

“Tae eomma…” he said quietly — of course getting back to chopping onions because Chuseok meals waited for no touching revelation — “And you...don’t have any questions? It’s okay if you do. I owe you that much for intending to lie.”

JUN:

Eomma went quiet for a moment, but her hands didn’t stop. The knife banged against the cutting board as she sliced up the cucumbers, her movements quick and even. Jun watched, but those hands did not hesitate. Eomma did not seem to be uncomfortable either-- just focused on her task. Though he would be the first to admit that there was more he didn’t know about his parents. After all, he hadn’t known this! He’d foolishly kept a secret he didn’t need to keep. All this time, thinking he was protecting the Moons-- yah, what good was his gesture now?

Though he wondered. About Abeoji. What about Abeoji?

Eomma glanced at Jun first, probably sensing the loudness of such thoughts, but then smiled at Mu-yeol.

“Eh, only if you want to share. I’ve lived in this town too long, I know such things are sensitive. It’s best to be polite.”

Jun’s cheeks heated, hearing the lecture for him in it.

“Though--” she paused again, dropping her eyes. She tried to sound casual. “Can all fairies do that? What you did for Junnie? Is that why you look so young?”

MARLIN:

That was the one thing about Korean human culture that really, truly, clashed with fairy culture. The whole ‘don’t ask about anything’ thing. He gave her permission, with his previous statement, and was incredibly thankful she did bite the bait, if only nibbled at it.

He chuckled low in his throat and got back to cutting vegetables, albeit slowly, before Eun-jung scolded him for just being a decoration in her kitchen.

“Not all fairies, only fairies like me. We’re all born with what we call Talents, and that’s our magic. Mine is healing, just like my youngest brother and one of my grandfathers. My parents were - are, they’re still alive - a Scout talent and Pixie Dust talent. Which means my father helps protect the Hollow, and my mother harvests and maintains the pixie dust supply for the whole Hollow. I look so young because once we hit about twenty-five we age slower than humans; a fairy’s lifespan is generally 150-200 years. Our Hollow Queen or King lives for centuries. My father is 103 and my mother is 75.”

Mu-yeol awkwardly cleared his throat. “Sorry. That was probably a lot.”

JUN:

Yah, talk about overexplaining. Though Jun only thought that because he was so used to underexplaining-- to excuses and hand-waving and looking the other direction. All such things became habits and habits were hard to break, even when there was no reason to keep them now. He saw the same behavior in his Eomma-- as she blinked and looked uncertain as to react to any of that.

He wondered if she was thinking about Abeoji.

Jun was thinking about Abeoji.

Jun was thinking about how he had begged Mu-yeol to do something, and Mu-yeol said that he could not. It was hopeless, of course it was, and it was not Mu-yeol’s fault, but bitterness filled Jun anyway as his hyung spoke of living so long after healing Jun’s hand like it was nothing. Why did some creatures get such blessings when humans were forced to labor for the mere handful of years? Abeoji had only been sixty-one. Sixty-one. And he was gone.

After a brief pause, Eomma nodded as though no such pause occurred. “Ahhh, I know about talents, of course. I did not know they weren’t all-- I though it was all in nature and we could get you to help our tomatoes grow.” Her eyes twinkled, all in jest. “But healing, yah, that’s very important. You must be so respected.”

MARLIN:

Mu-yeol had already unloaded on Jun how very much not respected the Baes were in the Hollow, so he wasn’t sure how to answer Eun-jung.

“At the clinic I am.” He didn’t lie because that was true.

This was Eun-jung’s first Chuseok without her husband. He wouldn’t depress her by telling her about why outside of the clinic he and Nemo were a little...not everyone’s favorite.

“Talents are unpredictable. None of my siblings have the same as my parents. But, Nemo is the same as his mother was. It just depends. On what, I’m not sure.”

JUN:

Jun was still watching his eomma as if she might transform in a moment-- turn from the sweet woman he knew that she was into the woman who ripped the covers off the bed and started shouting at her children if they stayed asleep for too long.

But of course Eomma didn’t. Why would she yell at Mu-yeol? There was no reason to yell at Mu-yeol. They were very different people, his eomma and his hyung, and yet it seemed there was enough similar between them that they both wanted-- to be kind to each other, to forgive each other for the things they might disagree on.

It made Jun’s heart felt so soft and tender. He rubbed at his chest. Maybe it was just heartburn.

“Ooooooh, I see. Well, that’s children for you anyway. Junnie takes after Appa, doesn’t he?” she smiled at Jun and turned Jun’s whole face red.

Jun sucked his teeth as if he were disagreeing.

“Who knows why they do? Eh, Junnie, start rolling these.”

Jun had no choice to come forward to arrange the gimbap.

Eomma turned to face Mu-yeol then-- and her face looked much more serious. “Mu-yeol ssi, I do hope… I think-- I am sorry,” she finally settled on. She bowed her head slightly. “If you felt that our family would not welcome yours if we knew about your heritage. I think, when we were younger… Yoon-seok and I, there was a lot we didn’t know how to talk about. There’s still so much. But I hope you will still feel safe here.”

#mu jun #eun jung #YESSS this is well over a month and a half late #but what are u going to do eh #para #hey i love the baes and the moons so much

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ashenfox16 · 5 years

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Ghost

Word count-1387

You are Snow White's biological sister,you end up un the isle of the lost because The Evil Queen blackmailed you into doing some of her dirty work.

There were two times when a villain was taken of the isle.First when they had to give birth,it was no surprise that there wasn't really a hospital,much less nurses and doctors,apart from the few that could definetly not be trusted.The second when they died,their body would be taken and cremated in Aurodon.

You sighed,you couldn't take it anymore and your bestfriend didn't help at all.Most days you'd just sit around in his lair,he'd shred on the electric guitar and you'd read whatever book you managed to 'aquire' that day.Hades and you were close,though he'd never admit that,he confided in you and claimed you're the only thing that kept him clinging to his sanity.

You never told him about your plan,because he wouldn't agree.He'd say it was too risky,he'd ask what if.The mix of plants would put you into a sleep like death,but only for 4-5 hours.You let out a heavy sigh,your heart pounding in your ears.You were always a sucker for goodbyes so you decided to write a note.You encrypted it so only Hades could read it,you placed it neatly next to his ember,before leaving.Your heart ached at the thought of having to leave him behind,but you were determined to get the barrier down,no matter what it took.

TIME SKIP TO WHEN THE VK'S HAVE TO GO GET HADES'S EMBER(i'm gonna chage the order a bit Audrey will go to the enchanted lake first and then to Mal's)

Your house may have been isolated,but you made the mistake of setting up near the enchanted lake.You lifted your head up from your book,being a magic user,you could sense certain items.And this one was very,very evil.You got up making your way to the door.You exited and started down the hill.Pink smoke that was new,you focoused your vision seeing the sleeping students.'Ok this is really bad'.You couldn't see the person who might've been responsible for this,but they had no doubt used Maleficent's scepter,which meant either the spell had to be undone by the scepter or...you gulped Hades's ember.

You ran as fast as your legs could carry you,you needed to warn someone and find a way into the Isle.You saw a hunched over figure,that seemed to be trembeling and across from her someone turning away and vanishing you quickly made your way over.

"Yickes,sweet mother of Jesus"you screech jumping as soon as you see the shape Mal is in.Three other vk's come out of the house,and a younger one stands by the door.

"Did you do this?"Evie growls at me.

"I'm quite offended you'd even think that."you retort.

"Then who?"before you could open your mouth to answear Mal manages to mutter a response."It was Audrey."

"And how do we break this curse?"Evie asks,her patience running thin at Mal's tired responses.You but in.

"We're wasting precious time,we need to go to the Isle and get Hades's ember."Mal pointed to me and nodded.

You flipped you hair and then turned away,giving them a glance over your shoulder."C'mon no time to waste."

You stirred the motorcicle through the tight spaces,people screaming at us to get out of the way.You payed them no mind,they were just background noise, and finnaly turned to park.

"You're looking more like yourself."Evie told Mal,but I cut her off before she could respond.

"Dark magic doesn't work here,believe me I'd know."you smirked at them.

"What do you mean?"confusion crossed their faces.

"I mean I expected this,but really Ev,not recognizing your own step sister,now that is cruel."Evie's face dropped.

"How did you get off the isle?"she was calm,she knew my story and that I never belonged on the isle in the first place,just like them.

"I faked my death,bribed some people,voila."Evie didn't say anything after that just pulled you into a hug."You could have visited you know?"

"Didn't know how you'd react."she let out a fractured laugh and a tear slipped down her cheek.

"I hope those are happy tears."you murmured.

The moment was shattered when you heard engines roaring to life,you turned to see pirates making off with your bikes.

You were prepared to be the leader,but Mal stole the words from your mouth.

"Evie,Carlos and Jay see if you can get our bikes back,me,Celia and.."she paused looking at me "(Y/N)" you said in a low growl "will go get the ember."

You took the lead guiding the girls towards Hades's layer.Mal was having second thoughts when she saw the Cerberus sign,you and Celia shared a look before continouing inside.

You let out a chuckle,when you laid eyes on Hades a leg over the armrest and sunglasses on his eyes.There was something so familiar about coming here you felt nostalgia creep through you.You leaned against one of the wodden pillars at the top of the stairs along with Celia and watched Mal go retrieve the ember.

She had it in her grasp and then she didn't,Hades turned to look at her.

"Hi dad."you watched Celia's face contourt into an excuse me what the fuck expression.

SKIP THE MUSIC NUMBER

Mal turned to leave and Celia followed.

"So how's Aurodon?"Hades asked plopping back down on his chair.Finnaly giving you some attention,apart from the heavy eye contact and winking that went on through the whole song.Especially the tamburine part,it reminded you of how you used to sing duets and have stupid fun.

"I missed you"you say before coming over to hug him.

"Ah,bite me."he hissed and you froze in your tracks.

"Excuse you?I couldn't take this place anymore and I had a way out,I would have told you but you wouldn't have let me leave."

He was silent,watching you with predatory eyes,you felt exposed in this intense stare down.You started bitting your lip nervously.He stood up and made his way over to you,leaving only a tight space between you two,you never broke eye contact,not even now when he was towering above you,trying to make you feel small though you had to admit it was working.

"If you bite your lip one more time,I'm going to do it for you."he growled seductively.

"Wanna bet?"you barely managed to get the words out before he crashed his lips to yours,pushing you against the closest wall.The kiss was rough both of you letting out pent up frustration and aggression towards each other.He broke away and pushed his face against your neck,sucking and biting at your skin.You let out shallow moans of pleasure.

"WHAT THE HELL!"Hades jumped off you and about 2 meteres away.The two of you looked at each other and then turned towards Mal shrugging.

"Unfinished...business?"yep thats what you'd call it,definetly.

"C'mon (y/n) we have to go."Mal said turning on her heels and leaving.

"Before you leave"Hades started"the day you left that note I realized something",he invaded your private space again staring down into your (y/e/c) eyes."I can't live without you,these past 3 months have been hell,I think I..."he flinched looking at the ground.

You took one of his hands in yours and placed your other one on his cheek,turning his gaze back to you"I love you too and I promise you after this Audrey thing is done we will be together,I don't care where as long as I am with you.I was stupid to not realize how much you meant to me."You stood up on your tip toes and placed a tender kiss to his lips before leaving after Mal.Hades lifted his hand slowly touching his lips,trying to comprehend if that just happened or his imagination was playing tricks on him.He smirked as he dropped it,now eagerly waiting for your return.

#descendants 3 #descendants 2 #descendants hades #descendants hades x reader #descendants #hades x reader #hades #hades fanfic #reader

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rumpledgoldenweaver · 4 years

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A Bear In Need Of Rescue

Written for the January @a-monthly-rumbelling prompt “How on earth did you get up there?” It kind of got away from a bear in trouble but I hope you enjoy anyway! Read on my blog https://earlyrisingwriting.home.blog/2020/01/09/a-bear-in-need-of-rescue/

Rumple had never felt so relieved as when he pulled into the car park of the hotel, almost immediately finding a space. Switching off the engine he let out a small sigh. Gideon had fallen asleep at some point and Rumple was loath to wake him. Fishing his phone from the glove compartment, he sent Belle a text message saying they were finally here. He decided to wait for her reply instead of getting straight out of the car. He had a slight headache so a couple of minutes quiet wouldn’t hurt. Closing his eyes he gave a small thanks to the car park gods.

Maybe he could book a head massage.. maybe Belle would give him a…

Tyres squealed, an engine roared then a car screamed through the previously silent parking bays jolting both Rumple and Gideon awake.

“What the ever loving fu..”

“PAPA! You sweared! Mama won’t.. PAPA! Look!! it’s a police car!!!” Gideon bounced in his seat.

Sure enough an unmarked squad car hurtled after the first vehicle, disappearing towards the rear of the hotel.

“Your Mama takes us to all the best places Gideon.. come on m’boy, lets go find her before either of those lunatics come back”

“Gideon keep your voice down, the whole hotel doesn’t need to hear you” Belle admonished gently “I know it’s all very exciting but..”

“It was Mama it was! The police car went MEEEMAW MEEEMAW VRRROOOOOOM”

Rumple shook his head “There’s a children’s area in the grounds of the hotel, would you like to go play for a while son?”

“It’s nearly bath time” began Belle

“You really think he’s ready for a bath and bed? He’s bouncing off the walls, he napped on the way here. Let’s take him, it might tire him out”

“Can I take Bear please? Can I? Can I?”

“Okay okay” groaned Belle knowing she was already defeated “but don’t lose him”

Gideon’s over excitement at the police chase was swiftly replaced by over excitement at the play area

“IT’S A PIRATE SHIP!!! C’mon Bear we’re going to sail the seven seas and chase booty!”

Belle nearly choked “He’s going to what did he say?”

Rumple chuckled “Let’s find a bench and sit down, I’m far too old to chase after him. As long as we can see him he’ll be fine”

“Don’t need to see him, we’ll hear him”

Lucy was bored, she’d been at the play area for fifteen minutes with her doll Tinkerbell. There were other children there but they just wanted to play house. Lucy preferred adventure. She spotted a boy, slightly younger than her, chasing round, pretending to sword fight and clutching a teddy bear. Now he looked like fun.

“Hello. I’m Lucy. This is Tinkerbell, she can fly!”

Gideon stopped his sword fight “I’m Gideon. This is Bear.. he can fly too”

“Bears cannot fly”

“Yes they can. Watch!” Gideon threw Bear up into the air with all his might.

In the middle of the pirate ship was a tall mast. Near the top was a mock crows nest. It wasn’t big enough for a child, but it was big enough for a bear. Which was just as well because that’s where he landed with a soft thump.

Lucy looked in horror. Gideon stood with his mouth open “Oops”

“I can’t believe they got away” Weaver strode through the hotel reception. He needed fresh air.

“They can’t have got far. They have the advantage of knowing the area, we don’t” reasoned Rogers “I’ve asked the local police to put out extra patrols and.. did you hear that? Sounds like a kid in trouble”

Weaver snorted “Kids are always in trouble, it’s what they do”

“Look - over there, in the play area. There’s nothing we can do about the case for the moment. Maybe if we help then the hotel might forgive us for tearing up the car park”

“Okay Batman let’s go save the day”

As is often the case with parents who’s children have got themselves into a scrape, Rumple and Belle were verging on the kind of full scale public row generally conducted through gritted teeth and harsh whispers

“I cannot climb up after him Belle, let me use mag..”

“NO. I’ll go up after him”

“Not in those heels you won’t”

“No shit Sherlock. I’ll take them off”

“And certainly not in that skirt”

“EXCUSE ME? What is wrong with my...”

“Hi” said a dark haired young man who had suddenly appeared by Belle’s side “I’m Detective Rogers and this is Detective Weaver” he indicated a surly looking older man who reminded Belle slightly of her husband “Can we help?”

“It’s our son – he’s stuck. He’s too scared to climb down”

Weaver followed her line of sight, Sure enough there was a young boy clinging on to the mast of the wooden ship “How on earth did you get up there?”

“Bear flew up here. I came to rescue him”

“Oh I see” Weaver nodded sagely “That was very brave, but now you need rescuing?”

“Yes please” whimpered the boy

“Well you’re in luck because Detective Rogers here is the best rescuer I know”

Rogers looked at Weaver “Me?”

“Yes you. Off you go”

“Right then mate, let’s get you back on dry land shall we?” Rogers smiled as he started to climb the small rungs that were set into the mast. He reached Gideon easily “Now then, where’s this errant bear? In here?” he reached into the wooden bucket and retrieved the teddy.

“Thank you” sniffed Gideon

“No problem. I’ll climb back down a little and you follow. You won’t fall, just keep going”

Slowly the two of them made their way toward the ground.

“What’s your name son?”

“Gideon”

“Nice to meet you, I’m..”

“Captain Hook!” exclaimed Gideon suddenly noticing his prosthetic “Mama! Papa! I’ve been rescued by Captain Hook!”

Weaver tried hard to contain his laughter however it exploded out of him in a coughing fit.

Belle and Rumple were mortified “I am so sorry” they both began at once.

Rogers waved it away “It’s fine honestly. If it makes the lad feel better I don’t mind at all”

Rumple handed over a business card “If there is ever anything I can help with, just call”

The two officers started to head off when Weaver’s phone rang.

“Yes” there was a pause then “When? Which direction? Okay” he snapped the device shut “They’re on the move Rogers, come on”

The Gold’s watched the men hurry off in pursuit of their quarry. Rumple presumed it must be the boy racers from the car park. Out of sheer nosiness he used his enhanced hearing to eavesdrop on their conversation. It seemed the reprobates in question were headed out of the city with the local police force giving chase. A germ of an idea took root in Rumple’s mind. Would it be so bad if he gave a helping hand?

“Are you listening to me” Belle’s voice brought him back to the present.

“Sorry.. I was just..”

“Thinking of using magic. I know that look Rumple. Why?”

“I want to help them” he’d learned the hard way about not telling his wife the truth “they got our son to safety”

“Okay.. but there’s no magic here so how can you do that?”

“I don’t need magic as such. Just the dagger” he tapped his jacket where the blade lay hidden “You take Gideon back to the room, he’s had enough excitement for one day. I promise to tell you everything when I’m done”

Belle wanted to argue, but she’d learned some hard lessons during their relationship as well so she simply nodded and did as he asked. It wouldn’t stop her from worrying though.

Rumple waited till she was out of sight then found a bench to sit on set far enough back into the gardens he wouldn’t be disturbed. He didn’t need long. He took the dagger from his jacket, closing his eyes, reaching into the very depths of his soul to give the darkness a prod.

“What can I do for you Dearie”

“Would you like a trip out?”

“Ooh lovely! Where are we going?”

“Not me. You”

“Put your foot down Heller! The cops are gaining on us”

“I’m going as fast as this heap will go. If you wanted faster you shouldda got a car with an actual engine in it instead of a hair dryer!”

“Just get us out of here and onto the main highway” Hades growled

“Hello Dearies!”

The two men shot round to see the weirdest looking man.. Was it a man? sitting on the back seat. He had wild hair, green skin and reptilian eyes.

“What the f… shit!” Heller swerved the car, across the road, to avoid rear ending the vehicle in front then back again to miss an oncoming truck. Horns blared and language flew from the other drivers in their wake.

“I don’t think much of your driving skills” the imp huffed. Waving a clawed hand he took control of the car bumping it up onto the pavement, driving straight into a large overgrown hedge. Heller and Hades made to get out but the Dark One was too quick, a snap of his fingers sent both of them to sleep. Finally he took a small pouch from his waistcoat pocket, emptying the contents – some of the more exotic mushrooms the Enchanted Forest had to offer – over the back seat then disappeared.

Weaver had just got back to his car when the phone rang again. He frowned as the officer related the details of the arrest to him.

“A what in the car? A green skinned imp… mushrooms? That explains a lot. We’re on our way. Thank you Officer Humbert”

“Say what now..?” laughed Rogers “Oh my..”

Weaver grinned “Come on Captain Hook, we’ll wrap this up and go raise a glass to our little green friend”

“Less of the little if you don’t mind Detective”

Weaver looked round in surprise “Did you hear that?”

Worry started to gnaw it’s way from the pit of Belle’s stomach to the forefront of her mind. Almost an hour had passed since they’d left Rumple in the gardens to do who knew what using means she probably wouldn’t approve of. Gideon was sound asleep on the sofa bed, clutching Bear tightly.

Picking up her phone and putting it back down again did nothing to make it ring. Unable to settle she decided to take the towels left on the bed by housekeeping and stack them in the bathroom. In order of size. Anything to distract herself.

She had just finished reorganising the pile into a pyramid when she thought she heard something. There was a faint knocking sound coming from outside the room. She walked quickly to the door and put her ear to it

“Belle.. Belle it’s me. I can’t.. I can’t get in”

“Rumple! Hang on.. just hang on!”

She turned the lock, pulled open the door only to have her husband almost fall on top of her. He looked very pale.

“What on earth happened? Rumple? Rumple! Are you okay?”

She manoeuvred him to the bed, sitting him down before he fell again.

“So tired Belle, need to sleep..”

“I’ll get you a glass of water and then help you into..” A snore cut off the rest of the sentence. “Bed” she sighed.

At least he was there and in one piece she told herself. So much for this fun family weekend. She supposed she should get him undressed even if the sheer number of clothes he had on meant that would be no easy task. Certainly there were more agreeable circumstances to peel off the layers one by one.

Rumple wasn’t the largest of men but in such a deep sleep he was a dead weight. It took her almost twenty five minutes to complete the task. “Why” she muttered as she put his suit back in it’s bag “can you not wear jeans and a shirt? I bet it doesn’t take that detective’s wife half an hour to get his clothes off”

With her husband a little more comfy, Belle decided a glass of wine was in order. A glint of metal caught her eye, the dagger was lying on the bed next to it’s owner, almost winking at her. Before she could stop herself the blade was in her hands “Dark One I summon thee” she whispered.

Rumple turned on his side and snored even louder.

“Y’know Dearie” a familiar voice trilled behind her “of all the humans I’ve been attached to over the centuries, your husband is easily the most charming”

Belle couldn’t help but snigger “Will he be okay?”

A green skinned hand touched her shoulder “He’ll be fine. Promise”

“What did you two get up to?”

The Dark One giggled “Well Dearie, I got to drive a car, catch some rather pathetic miscreants and I may have left some of those mushrooms from the forest that you were told never to touch as a memento”

“Sounds like fun”

“Oh it was” he grinned “Now I must be going and you Dearie need to get some sleep” he snapped his fingers and disappeared.

Belle felt the tingle of magic, she was now dressed in her nightie, all the lights except Gideon’s small bedside lamp had been turned off and the bed covers turned down. Rumple was underneath them. Belle couldn’t help but giggle when she realised his underwear was now on the floor. Snuggled up against his back Belle soon started to drift off.

“Love you”

“Love you too Mrs Gold”

#Rumbelle Fic #a monthly rumbelling #OUAT

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hadesglance · 5 years

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All hail the new queen... - 3 (Original Hades Story)

You fought your way through the maze of the underworld to make a deal with the King…intrigued the lonely king listens…

Part One Part Two

You pulled up from across the address you were given. You reached into your coat pulling out the thick black card reading the gold foil print before looking back at the intimidating dark gate, “Well…they always said the Greeks were dramatic.”

You revved the engine of your bike coasting it forward up to the guard post outside the gate. You flipped the kickstand down as a guard with a long beard and big aviator glasses came out, “Ma’am.”

“Uh…I’m expected. My name…” You started to tell him.

“I know who you are, we’ve met.” He smiled at you pushing his shades down showing his glowing eyes of fire as your mouth dropped open slightly, “I look different without my boat, but passage into my master’s realm is still my job.”

“Charon?” You swallowed as you began searching your pockets, “I don’t…I don’t think I have payment…”

“Now, now, don’t fret. You have unlimited access.” He pointed to your arm, “Master Hades made sure of that.”

“Right…” You nodded taking in a deep breath, “Right, of course.”

“He told me to let you know he’ll be home shortly and to pick out a room. You’ll find anything you need in the house. If you get lost just ask someone for directions. Everyone is aware of who you are.” Charon explained to you.

You looked over as the large gate opened up with a creek revealing a large modern looking mansion down the drive. Charon looked over at you as you kicked up the kickstand, “Welcome home, Y/N.”

You found the garage easily enough, parking your bike away from all the fancy vehicles. You already felt so out of place and you hadn’t even been here for five minutes. The feeling didn’t get any better as you walked into the house.

Everything was pristine. Ivory white walls contrasting with the dark obsidian ones. You were afraid to touch anything. Everything seemed to have it’s own specific place. Every painting, statue, couch…perfectly laid out.

You looked at the stool you stood next to. You stared at it a moment longer before looking around seeing no one. As you turned to walk out of the room you used the back of your heel to knock it over.

You chuckled to yourself feeling a little better knowing you put some sort of chaos into the house.

You explored for a while until you came to a bedroom. It started out like the rest, a black door. The inside however was different. It didn’t have large walls on all sides. Instead it had a large window looking out to a green forest. You never seen so many trees.

You dropped your bag on the bed walking over to the window looking around. It was a beautiful view. You swear you could see a river out there too, but you didn’t remember a river being in the area.

“I don’t know you,” You jumped turning to see the man…god…of the hour. You stared at him as he stepped into the room dressed in an all-black expensive suit. His dark hair was combed over in a handsome way that only made his face look more like chiseled marble, “but I anticipated that this would be the room you would choose.”

“I like a nice view…sue me.” You crossed your arms looking down as his icy gaze glued itself to you.

He stopped in front of you hands in his pockets. The fact that he didn’t speak, and you wouldn’t look up at him as he looked you over was unnerving. You didn’t know how to act around him.

“You don’t need to be so submissive. I’m sure it’s not in your nature.” His voice was like cool waterfall flowing over you. He obviously didn’t know you at all if he thought that, but it was a nice thought to let him think, “You have demonstrated you’re willing to go to great lengths to accomplish things.”

“Well…it’s not every day your Gigi is right about the ancient gods and the book you took from her actually contained a spell to meet one and make a deal.” You spouted off before you looked at him. He had an amused look on his face. Why were you playing so confident around him, “I just…don’t know what you expect of me and I want to make good on my part.”

“Hm…” His amusement fell slightly as he pinched the bridge of his nose, “well to be completely honest with you, I’m not sure what I expect of you.”

“What?” Your squinted at him confused, “Y-you made a deal with me without knowing what you wanted?”

“Well…” He smirked as he let his hand fall, “I’m a god who doesn’t get many visitors. You took me off guard, I had to think on my feet.”

Great. This was great…no expectations…no idea of what he was going to do with you.

“Okay…” You frowned a little from the unexpected truth, “well…I took care of everything. I don’t have anything keeping me from here.”

“What about your schooling?” His eyes were inquisitive as he waited for you answer.

“I went all week for nostalgia…” You told him quickly, “But like I said, if I don’t show up, they just drop me.”

“That won’t be necessary, you should still go.” He told you as he took a step past you looking out the window, “Education is important, what are you studying?”

The rapid fire of information and question threw you for a moment. You hadn’t anticipated such action, “I-I am trying to be a doctor…”

“Doctor?” He looked at you surprised, “Have you chosen a specialty?”

“I…” You took in a deep breath, you hated this question, “I thought about oncology…but I’ve also looked into surgery…”

He tilted his head a little in thought as he looked back out the window, “You would make a good surgeon. You have good hands.”

“And you would know this how?” You turned to him crossing your arms.

“I did help you up the other day. Your hands are small…delicate…I’m sure they could work a scalpel easily enough.” He turned to you as well watching you blush as you turned toward the window, “Yet, you seem less then thrilled by that option. There must be a reason…”

“My parents actually want me to be a surgeon.” You told him quietly hanging your head briefly before looking up to him with a smirk, “But I don’t really like being told what to do, but I still wanted to help people. Cancer isn’t cured yet, so why not jump on that ship?”

“Admirable…Lígo.” You shut your eyes tightly hearing your nickname from his lips, “Tell me, are you Greek?”

You made an audible sigh, “I suppose this was inevitable…yes…I am a 9th generation Greek. As for Lígo…I’m the little sister and Jonah was my big brother…”

“Megálo…” He smiled a little, “That’s cute…”

“It used to be Little Bird and Big Bird…but saying mikró pouláki and megálo poulí was really hard when I was four so… Lígo and Megálo it was.” You felt really hot telling him all this.

“Your Greek is very well spoken, from what little I’ve heard.” He seemed impressed.

“Yes well my giagiá is very traditional and won’t speak to anyone except in the mother tongue.” You told him with yet another sigh, “My family is what you would call very orthodox and they have never been exactly happy that I don’t just want to get married and have babies.”

“I can relate. I’m not exactly one to not kick a bee hive.” You looked at him seeing a deep thought cross his features, “Though I imagine a very traditional grandmother could be very scary.”

You smiled at little watching a bird fly across the yard, “You are correct. Gigi is this only one I’ve seen make grown men cower. Papa, my grandfather, used to say Gigi could take down the Titans if she’d been back there with the gods.”

When you looked back to him there was a somber look to him, “No doubt, I’m sure.”

“Uh…” You got the feeling you upset him somehow, but didn’t know how to ask him about it, “so…what exactly should I call you? Cause…Charon called you master…and I’m not…sure…I mean I will…but I just…”

“Hades is fine.” He told you turning from the window looking around the room, “Is that all your brought?”

“Yeah…” You nodded as he walked toward your bag and one duffle, “I lived in the dorm and there wasn’t a whole lot of space.”

“I see…” He picked up the duffle and began to open it.

“Hey!” You walked over slapping his hands away cringing instantly afterwards realizing what you did, “I uh…I didn’t…”

Hades stared at you for a moment as you continued to have a miniature panic attack, “Y/N…”

You froze hearing your name in his voice. It was the first time he spoke it. You don’t even remember actually telling him your name and now the first time he was going to use it was no doubt to put you in your place.

“Will you have dinner with me?”

#all hail the new queen #hades #hades/mortal #hades/reader #hades reader #hadesglance

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dunkjrk · 6 years

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oblivious i

pairing: don x y/n

word count: 1.5k (part one is v short yikes)

warnings: slaughterhouse spoilers, cursing, sex references and mentions of suicide

a/n: hI hELLO uHHh heres my attempt at writing for don bc wHATTA BEAN,, i hope i did his character justice!! if anyone’s read hades! michael you might recognize he recycled description of finn bc i can’t write descriptions for sHiT whoopS anyway,,, this’ll probably be up long after it’s been out but the spoiler warning still stands :)) also for anyone who doesn’t know what upper sixth is it’s the equivalent of a senior x

When the clicking of Mrs Wallace’s heels had drowned out, y/n was quick to jolt out of Don’s bed, clearing her throat.“Right, um I should probably get going too.” She mumbled, fiddling with the edge of the skirt hanging from her hips, and ignoring the heat rising on her cheeks under his intense gaze.“No!” He said, his voice raised slightly in protest as it cracked slightly due to his sudden shout, startling her and stopping her right in her tracks. “I mean, uh you should stay! Yeah you should stay, I’ll need someone to show me how to get to the main hall anyway.” He continued, trailing off with a sheepish grin.Y/n briefly glanced up at him, barely making eye contact before averting her gaze anywhere else but his. The faintest of smirks shadowed his lips at her actions, feeling a strong endearment towards the girl pretending to be oblivious to his stare by playing with the hem of her skirt. “I mean, that’s what I’m here for but don’t worry, I think she fancies you too.” Will interrupted with a wink. A knowing smirk playing on his lips as he took in the scene unfolding before him.

y/n has a small crush on the new boy

She spotted him before he spotted her.

It was safe to say Y/n’s first meeting with Don didn’t go as smoothly as she would’ve hoped, and much to her dismay (and her best friend’s delight), Will relentlessly teases her about it.

Y/n knew full well she wasn’t supposed to be in the boys’ half of the dorms, let alone comfortably spread out in a deep sleep on the spare bed in Will’s room. It had never crossed her mind that the new term would most likely bring someone new in the use it, hence why she was woken up with a rough jab to her side, with a harsh whisper of ‘are you dead or something, fuckin’ wake up!’

Four sets of eyes watched her jolt from the bed, barely escaping slipping off the edge as she did. In her typical fashion, y/n had no only messed up again, but messed up on her first day back of school. A new record. Y/n had told her mum that this year she was going to put her head down and focus in school and starting sixth form seemed like the best time to put this into practice, but given the current circumstances, y/n couldn’t help but wonder how she’d convince her mum to overlook her being caught sleeping in a boys dorm.

“Miss y/n,” Mr Houseman sighed, a look the read ‘fed up but not surprised’ etched into his features as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Would you care to explain what your duty is in Mr Wallace’s bed?” The older man enquired, leaning against the door- conveniently covering Seymour’s name plaque placed next to Will’s. Sneaky bastard. Being Will’s best friend, y/n was his shoulder to cry when Seymour killed himself, and so naturally she was aware of the situation. Mr Houseman’s snarl of ‘I thought I told you to take that down’ didn’t go unnoticed by y/n, though she was too preoccupied with staring at the boy next to him to even bother to see Will’s reaction.

The boy’s face was unfamiliar, and had it not been for Will’s obnoxious cough she would have been able to analyze him to her heart's content, but the expectant look he sent her way made her swallow her inhibitions and clear her throat.

“Uh, sleeping?”

An eye roll and a quick snatch of the ‘Seymour’ plaque off of the door was the only form of a reply he graced her with before leaving the room, the clicking of his shoes fading down the hallway being the only sound that prevented the atmosphere slipping into an awkward silence.

“So, are you Don’s roommates?” A voice spoke up, presumably his mother. She wore an inviting smile, the type y/n couldn’t help but feel comfortable around. It vaguely crossed her mind as to whether her son had the same smile. His features were striking enough, something she’d been able to gather from the few moments she’d stolen a glance at him. The boy that stood before her was clad in the charcoal grey uniform she knew all too well, topped off with a yellow tie highlighting his forest orbs. ‘House Sparta’. The ash brown waves of locks on his head lay perfectly in place, apart from the single strand of stray hair that caressed his right cheekbone. He had a somewhat diamond shaped face, with defined and sturdy features; and of course a jawline sharp enough to cut the tension growing in the room.

Fortunately for her, Will’s quick reactions saved her from her potential future mother in law judging her (y/n was quite the hopeless romantic).

“Yeah, uh yes Mrs Wallace. I’m Willoughby Blake, I’ll be your son’s roommate for the rest of the year.”

Don’s eyes flitted to the girl, now sitting up but still snuggled up in what he assumed were his sheets. From Mr Houseman’s comment, he inferred she was y/n. A smile worked its way onto his face at the idea of the girl currently doing everything in her power to avoid his gaze being his roommate, it even eased the idea of being stuck in an unfamiliar school full of prestige middle class children for the next two years, and if anything Don could even say he wouldn’t mind it if he could be around the doe eyed girl for the duration of his sixth form experience.

“Lovely to meet you Willoughby. Uh, I should get going then. Be good, you, and I’ll see you at the end of the term.” She told her son, pecking him quickly on the cheek and sending a friendly smile in Will’s and y/n’s directions before making her way down the hallway, leaving a growing silence to fall over the three teens.

When the clicking of Mrs Wallace’s heels had drowned out, y/n was quick to jolt out of Don’s bed, clearing her throat.

“Right, um I should probably get going too.” She mumbled, fiddling with the edge of the skirt hanging from her hips, and ignoring the heat rising on her cheeks under his intense gaze.

“No!” He said, his voice raised slightly in protest as it cracked slightly due to his sudden shout, startling her and stopping her right in her tracks. “I mean, uh you should stay! Yeah you should stay, I’ll need someone to show me how to get to the main hall anyway.” He continued, trailing off with a sheepish grin.

Y/n briefly glanced up at him, barely making eye contact before averting her eyes anywhere else but his. The faintest of smirks shadowed his lips at her actions, feeling a strong endearment towards the girl pretending to be oblivious to his stare by playing with the hem of her skirt.

“I mean, that’s what I’m here for but don’t worry, I think she fancies you too.” Will interrupted with a wink. A knowing smirk playing on his lips as he took in the scene unfolding before him.

Will was very blunt. For y/n, it was either a blessing or a curse. There were times when she was very thankful for his quick tongue, such as a instance in year ten when y/n had ran into a year eleven in a clumsy rush to get to sixth period. Unfortunately for her, it was Clemsie Lawrence and her clique, the single most loved student in the school. Fortunately for her, her best friend was Willoughby Blake, the single most outspoken student in the school. It was a genuine mistake, y/n and Will had three minutes to get to Latin because he had insisted on stopping to eat a cookie, and now the pair were essentially legging it down the ancient corridors in hopes of getting to class on time. Their hopes were cut short however as they turned a corner, and y/n slammed straight into the blonde year eleven. Various sneers of ‘Watch where you’re fucking going’ echoed through the nearly empty corridor as the younger of the students attempted to mumble a spew of apologies. Apologies that seemed to fall on deaf ears however, which was to be expected really, seeing as year elevens considered themselves to be superior to the rest of the school- especially when they're Clemsie Lawrence or one of her associates. “I uh, I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking and-” “No y/n it wasn’t your fault.” Will spoke up, a faint grin of reassurance being sent her way before he averted his gaze to the group of girls watching with disgust. “If anyone here should be apologizing it should be you.” Y/n was quick to tug at his sleeve when he was met with blank stares and even a few giggles. She knew as soon as one of Clemsie’s friends opened her mouth they were in for it. “You know, when I was in year ten, I wouldn’t dare to speak to a year eleven, let alone like that. Before your girlfriend nearly ran us over and you decided to get brave, I didn’t mind year tens, looks like you fucked it up for your whole year.” Y/n gulped. Even if Clemsie hadn’t actually spoken herself yet, it was clear from the way she was staring down at her, she had definitely landed herself in the school sweetheart’s bad books. Though that being said, he seemed unphased, and without missing a beat Will replied. “Funny you say that, because I was pro life before this run in, but you, too are making me questions my beliefs.” He sighed, feigning disappointment whilst turning away and gripping the shorter girl’s hand who was now biting back a smile. “Oh, and,” He continued, pausing his walk and turning to the group with a sickeningly sweet smile. “ I’m gay.” Ever since that literal run in, y/n was right to assume she and Clemsie hadn’t been on the best of terms.

Their faces fell at his comment. Don looked pale, his eyes wide as if he’d just seen a ghost. Y/n looked on the verge of tears as she watched Will laugh with frantic eyes.

“Calm down, bloody hell you two I’m joking! I’m gay, what do I know about straight messes.” He snickered, patting Don on the back before heading out.

Y/n cleared her throat, hastily heading for the door, “I uh, we should probably go.” She barely even whispered, practically running down the dorms corridor after Will, leaving Don to fend for himself as he watched with a fond smile. For a gay boy, Will truly was spot on about this straight mess.

#yE BOI #ITS V SHORT BUT!!!!!!#finn cole #slaughterhouse rulez #don wallace #asa butterfield #willoughby blake #peaky blinders

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Hades | Chapter 4 | TomHolland

Pairing: Tom Holland X Fem!Reader (Mobster!Tom AU)

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex trafficking and slight NSFW

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“In what world do you own me, Holland? I may work for you, but you do not have control over me,” her stance was powerful as her eyes dared him to say more.

Oh, how he knew. She was a wild tigress locked down only by a thread tied to a shackle.

Tom glared from his seat, wanting to shout bloody murder at Y/N. Tell her that her employment meant he could make her do whatever he wanted. But as she stood over him, with her eyes filled with a wildfire of entitlement, he wanted nothing but to watch that exact moment over and over. But as Harrison coughed into his fist, Tom was pulled back into reality. Y/N had a secret, and Martin had a motive and he needed to find out what it was. It all tempted his urge to have blood dripping down his hands, seeping between his fingers.

“If you don’t tell me what Rob Martin is talking about, I may just have to let you take the fall.” Tom replied, a smug grin flourishing.

“Yeah? Then what’s stopping you from doing it right now?” Her eyebrows furrowed, face growing cold. Tom didn’t have an answer for her, he couldn’t describe why he felt like he couldn’t

“Harrison, take her back to her room.” Tom said nonchalantly as he rose from his chair and started to walk out of the office. Harrison paraded across the hardwood and tried to escort Y/N towards the door.

“What the fuck is this? You won’t answer me?” She slapped Harrison’s hand away from her shoulder and grabbed Tom’s wrist, “what is it?”

He stopped in his path, looking back at her with a lack of expression, “I’m going to make a plan,” he yanked his arm out of her grip and continued out into the hallway.

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Tom decided to go walk in the library, he didn’t read much, but the library was always a place that invited thought. He walked past shelves and shelves of books, none of them dusty due to an invaluable cleaning staff at the estate. While Tom strolled down the shelves of books, he tried to devise a plan. The ultimatum ran through his head like computer code; let Y/N go without a witness, or intervene but risk being investigated. The investigation would start a domino effect of problems, all them resulting in the termination of the Holland mafia, even the legal parts. He pressed his hands into his face, then ran them up through his hair.

Why couldn’t he let Y/N take the fall?

Tom pondered on the question for what seemed like ages. He didn’t love her, there was no reason for him to. He knew that she was beautiful, in her looks and her personality, even when her eyes danced with defiance. Tom knew she deserved more than to get convicted for a crime she did not commit, she deserved more than to go in without support. But at the same time, Tom was not willing to risk everything his family had worked for. So he was left with a gray space he had yet to fill with an alternate solution.

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“Harrison! What is going on?” Y/N mind was blazing with thoughts, eyes wild with uncertainty.

“I don’t know, Y/N. We need to find out Martin’s motive,” Harrison spoke with kind eyes, trying to bring peace back into the woman.

“Do you know his plan?”

“No.”

She determined Harrison as a dead end, and that he wanted her to go to her room and leave everyone alone from the way he stood. He loomed over her in height, and he spoke softly but he meant to hint that she should leave. To satisfy him, she walked down the hall and climbed up the staircase to the bedrooms.

After an hour, Y/N had torn the room apart. Bed sheets were pulled off the bed, towels from the bathroom lay scattered around the room, books that had sat peacefully in shelves were open and misplaced. It was a strange habit, but it was what she did when she needed to think. A messy surrounding gave her a sharp mind, where in most cases it would drive people mad. She had thought enough about the plan, but was stuck without a retaliation. She needed to bounce ideas off of someone, Harrison would be fine but he had left the estate and taken the package to the warehouse he spoke about earlier.

Unfortunately, Tom was her only option.

Y/N found him in the library, located at the far end of the East wing of the house. From the double door entrance, there were rows and rows of neatly placed books with their spines facing outwards. The vaulted ceilings were paired with long french windows that let the last few rays of the sunset peek through and illuminate various book titles. The hushed atmosphere was interrupted only by the sound of Tom’s boots clicking against the hardwood and the faint crackle of the fire.Tom was walking through shelves, not looking for anything in particular. His eyes were blank but Y/N could tell his mind was anything but. His back was turned to her as he sauntered down the row, his shoes clicking against the floor.

“My plan is to kill him,” Tom stated ominously, his back still turned.

“Then you’re an idiot,” her laugh floated through the room, bouncing off the walls and returning back to her.

“How so? It would be a simple job, and it would be staged.”

“You believe he doesn’t have an accomplice? Or atleast a confidante?” Y/N challenged his plan, wanting him to think deeper.

“Martin’s a loner, he’s never gotten on with anyone from the club.”

“It doesn’t have to be a friend,” she lowered her voice to a whisper as she walked beside the shelves across from him, “you should know that better than anyone.”

“Hm?” He heard her.

“I’m saying that he wouldn’t do this alone. He knows you’re a violent man, he’d be counting on you to come after him,” she let him think for a moment before continuing.

“Let’s say you did send Harrison or you went yourself to kill him, this is if he hadn’t gotten a tip that you were on the way. You’d kill him, set it up as a suicide, but he’d already sent a copy of everything he meant to expose to his confidante. Someone he barely knew but had the same motive, before you’re back in your office pouring yourself a glass of scotch he’d have every single thing you’re wrapped up in out in the public eye. By the time you’ve drank the glass, the police would be at your door.”

He spun on his heel and leaned against the wood, a grin peeking through his lips, “very good, darling. You aren’t as dense as I thought,” he wet his lips then walked over to the fireplace and sat in one of the leather patent chairs.

He didn’t have a plan, Y/N gathered, but he wanted to test her. She was annoyed with him and the way he toyed with her to make himself feel superior. Though, a part of her was pleased she had passed his test. She settled herself in the chair across from him, crossing her ankles as she adjusted her posture. Y/N looked over to Tom, who was watching her. She saw the opportunity to make her move in their game, a reprisal to his test he pulled on her. She bit her lip as she reached her arms over her head and started to pull off her sweater. Y/N felt the tank top underneath slide up her torso as she pulled at the sweater’s sleeves, revealing her lower stomach. As she hung the sweatshirt over the side of the chair, one of Tom’s men walked into the library cautiously.

“Boss, just wanted to give you an update on the Riley money.” He spoke to Tom with a failed confidence while Y/N observed him. He was relatively young, maybe about 20. He had dark hair that hung over his brow and constantly caused him push it to the side with a free hand.

“Yes please, give us the update.” Y/N answered for Tom, eyes lingering on Tom’s as she spoke.

“Oh, um,” the boy paused, not sure whether to continue so he glanced at Tom, who merely nodded.

“He’s paid 30 of the 35 thousand, said it’d be ready by this Friday.” He was reading a piece of paper in his hand, obviously nervous as his hand shook with each breath.

Tom nodded then waved him away, Y/N stopped him.

“What’s your name?” She asked with a friendly manner, leaning seductively over the arm of the chair.

“Frankie, ma’am.” Frankie’s voice got caught in his throat as he realized he had been caught up in the game between Tom and Y/N and it made sweat rise above his brow.

“Frankie, come here,” she curled her finger, telling him to lean into her. She ran her tongue along her bottom lip and then pressed her teeth into the pink flesh.

Frankie hesitantly bent down, where she grabbed the collar of his shirt and tugged him down to her so his ear to her lips, Frankie swallowed hard as he braced himself for her words.

She whispered so Tom wouldn’t hear, “next time, fucking knock.”

She grinned up at him as she slid her hand from his shirt and beckoned for him to leave. Y/N pushed her hair behind her shoulder, looking over at Tom as she pulled her feet up onto the chair.

“Y/N,” he growled, his hands gripped the side of the chair with so much force his knuckles had turned white. He sucked in a deep breath and exhaled forcefully, a failed attempt of keeping focused.

“Yes, Tommy?” She smirked, knowing the nickname would either push him over the edge or shove him back into his cave, she counted on the former. To her good fortune, it made him jump out of his chair and push her into the back of the cushioned leather she sat in.

“We can’t keep playing this game,” he breathed just under her ear, lowering himself down to the soft skin of her neck, “I know you want me too.” His breath was hot against her, Y/N grabbed at the loose fabric of his shirt and pulled him into her. Her other hand sneaking up his chest and up into his messy curls. His body hovered over hers, Y/N chest began to rise and fall.

“Do I?” she smiled as she said the words. Her eyes looking up to his. The brown in his eyes was smooth like chocolate as the dim light from the fire beside them lit up one side of his face. She tugged on his curls knotted in her hand, his head moving backwards, making him groan. He kissed her neck and sucked lightly, the hand of Y/N’s that wasn’t laced into his hair rested on the top of his belt. Her fingers danced along the thick leather, knuckles brushing against his lower abs. Tom moved his lips to hers, no tongue to begin with but then gradually adding more as time went on. He wasn’t rough like she expected him to be, but soft with his movements. But then, to her surprise he hooked the tip of his tongue under her front teeth, pulling her head forward, like a finger beckoning her closer. Y/N took this as a sign to slip her tongue into his mouth, while she did so she slipped the tip of her fingers under his belt, teasing him. He groaned into her mouth, urging her on, his mouth pressing harder against hers. Y/N was getting engrossed in the moment, moving her tongue expertly. Tom slipped his hand under her tank top, pushing it up higher as he got closer to her breasts. He ran a finger underneath the wire of her bra, threatening to take it off.

Y/N became lost in the moment, all she was thinking about was Tom. The way his body was suspended over hers, how the warmth of his body radiated down on her as she moved her tongue in sync with his. Her hand was about to unbuckle his belt but then his warmth was gone, and suddenly the fire’s warmth was not enough to keep the goose bumps from rising on her arms.

“Nice try, princess,” he muttered. He was walking back over to his chair, smiling to himself as he stared into the fire. The orange light danced along his face, his eyes were in a haze as he watched the flames lick the edge of the stone that contained it. He exhaled harshly, “Martin’s motive, it must have something to do with his personal life. He’s never had a wife or a serious girlfriend. But his father committed suicide when he was 17 and then his mum became a full fledged alcoholic.”

Y/N was annoyed, once again. But she was impressed with his dedication to winning their little competition of taunt. As much as she enjoyed toying with him, Y/N knew they had to formulate a plan, and quickly. “Who was his mother?”

“Um,” he thought for a moment, squinting his eyes, “Penny Martin, journalist for Wallace, a London based newspaper. One of the best.”

“His mother must have taught him a bit on fact finding, and maybe blackmail,” suddenly, Y/N was interested in Rob Martin’s family history, “and his father?”

“David Martin,” he stopped briefly, “I’ve heard that name. Who is he? Why would I know that name?” Tom rubbed his face with his hands and perched himself on the edge of the chair. He pondered for a few minutes, then suddenly got up and walked down an aisle of what was supposed to be books, but were actually thick binders filled with papers.

“These are all the documents of all the people that have worked for my family, all the way from the 19th century to now.” he ran his fingers along a row of binders then stopped on one, and slide it from between two others. Tom flicked through the pages for a while, then walked back over to the chair where he sat. He read over a few pages then snapped the binder shut, Tom turned to Y/N with a look that gave away his sudden understanding of Robert Martin.

“He owed my father over four hundred thousand pounds, he couldn’t pay to cover up his affair with the Lord Chancellor at the time, nor the time he’d spent sex trafficking women from Russia. He couldn’t pay, and when he knew my father had sent men to collect he killed himself. My dad never got around to uncovering all the shit, so nobody really knows about David Martin’s sins.” Tom growled, disgusted with how messy his father had handled the situation. Tom had been taught to never do anything for free, even after they’re six feet under.

“Tom, that’s his motive-”

Tom cut her off, finishing the sentence for her, “he blames me and my family for his father’s suicide.”

Despite the gruesome circumstances, Tom smiled at Y/N softly and she smiled back, this time with nothing but cordiality. Glancing at the grandfather clock behind Y/N, Tom rose from his seat and walked over to where she sat observing him. He kissed the top of her head and silently exited the library, leaving Y/N wondering who Tom Holland was behind the Armani suit and the blood that stained his hands.

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