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anawrites3 · 1 year

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For @poiverine 🥰 I know I'm a little late but I'm still thinking about shameless Slade you drew for this au and well... this just happened 🤗💕

Sladick royal au;

part 6, inspired by polv's amazing art;

You are not to display your feelings for each other with anyone around you. You are to stay close to your spouse throughout any social event but not to touch their bare hand, in matters different than greeting each other or dancing. Physical contact is intimate and other people must not have any insight on it. Any form of displaying your affections publicly is scandalous and humiliating for both sides.

Those were the rules. Dick knew all of them by heart, taught by Gotham's best tutors since the moment he came to live with Bruce – he spent years and years learning everything he could, to be a proper prince and not shame Bruce in any way by doing something stupid out of unawareness. And those, those particular rules were the most important, as not following them would shame his name so greatly that if it ever happened, Dick wouldn't be able to look anyone in the eye for the rest of his life. Not to even mention the disgrace it would bring Bruce.

Children are allowed any physical touch they need. Holding their hand, hugging, kissing their cheeks and forehead is allowed even with other people around you. You are allowed to display your feelings towards the members of your family in public, such as holding their bare hand and even hugging them briefly. Any possible suitor and later a spouse does not have those privileges towards you. Any possible intimate contact between you and your spouse is to happen when you are alone, in the privacy of your chambers.

No matter what Dick knew earlier, no matter what his parents taught him, those were the rules Dick must follow now, regardless of anything else. It was confusing and weird at first, to change his whole worldview so abruptly like that but it didn't take Dick long to learn and understand. Besides, learning that you can't display your affections openly was barely anything huge, compared with what Dick had to go through when his parents were killed.

Bruce helped him understand the rules. Helped him with everything and anything, really. With Bruce’s aid, Dick was able to see how displaying your affections, being intimate with your beloved was something to treasure, a moment meant to be adored and cherished by the two of you. It was a beautiful show of feelings and no one else should be a witness to it.

Dick himself never saw anyone break those rules but he heard enough of such cases. People, especially nobles, loved to talk – Dick knew that better than anyone because he was the one people talked about a lot. One of their favorite activities was gossiping about people who broke the rules and thanks to that he knew perfectly well how they treated those who were stupid or careless enough to do it. It was utterly unacceptable for Gotham's society, scandalous. It brought dishonor, made people look and openly point their fingers at you to laugh.

It was a sin in its own category.

Dick was always extremely careful to follow all the rules, like a proper prince he was. He made sure to wear gloves whenever his suitors greeted him with a kiss on the palm, was certain to never stand too close to them during any events. The further thing he ever did was let Roy press a kiss to his cheek when the prince came to tell him that he was leaving for his journey, and then another one to the palm of his bare hand but even then they were alone in the library. Dick was intent to never break those rules, to follow them for the rest of his life.

And then Slade Wilson came, barged really, into his life.

Slade, who grabbed his bare hand and brought it to his lips whenever he wanted, like it was something as natural as breathing to him. Slade, who wrapped his arm around Dick's waist and pressed him against his side as if Dick was... as if Dick was some whore he could parade around with. Slade, who... w-who leaned down and... and kissed him, right on the lips, with everyone around to see it happen.

Every time Slade did it, Dick could feel shame and humiliation burning in his chest painfully like a real fire would. Every time, Dick forced himself to stay still and just breathe, to let Slade do what he wished. He was sure the man just toyed with him, waiting for the moment he'll finally snap. Oh, how he wanted to loathe this man. How he wanted to hate Slade, for he took Dick away from his home, from his family, away from everything he knew. How he wanted to hate Slade for doing whatever he wanted with him, humiliating Dick day and day again. But he couldn't. He couldn't allow himself to do that.

Because Dick wouldn't be able to live like that, standing by the side of someone he loathed for the rest of his life. It would destroy him, like locking in a cage would do to a bird, and Dick wasn't going to give up like this. Even if Slade decided to humiliate them both by acting that way and breaking the rules, even if he treated Dick like nothing more than a plaything he wanted to show everyone around. No matter what Slade decided to throw at him, Dick intended to take every blow with dignity, as much as it was possible.

Dick chose this himself. He agreed to Slade's demands, agreed to marry him and live by his side in Defiance, aware of what it can bring. Aware of what Slade might choose to do with him. All to stop the war that was terrorizing them all for far too long. And Dick didn't regret doing it, not really. He couldn't regret saving all those lives, innocent lives that could've been lost in a pointless fight if he refused. Even if he had to sacrifice himself for it. Even if he has to endure all those painful humiliations. It was a small price to save thousands of their soldiers.

If his betrothed had been someone else, Dick would've been able to voice his objection right away. He would make it clear that he's not going to stand for being treated like that, that he won't allow Slade to touch him with all those people around, or even at all. But with becoming Slade's husband he will lose all his rights, all his privileges. He won't be Gotham's crown prince anymore, no, he'll become King Wilson's royal consort instead. Slade will have all the power over him, everything Dick will own will belong truly to Slade, everything he'll be allowed to do or have only because Slade'll agree to it. And Dick... Dick was simply too afraid to anger Slade by denying him, too afraid to see what punishment would await him for it. Would Slade forbid him writing to his family, forbid him visiting them? Would he lock Dick up, put him into a golden cage, and come see him only when he wished to be in his consort's company? Would he simply kill him and start the war again?

Dick didn't want to find out.

Because Slade Wilson was a cruel man. Dick didn't know him very well, in fact he only ever met him a few times before, during galas or other celebrations, but he didn't have to to know that fact. It was common knowledge, in fact. Everyone knew the tale about how Slade became Defiance's king, how he fought his way to the throne, brutally killing every person that got in his way. It wasn't how it happened in Gotham, with Bruce getting the crown from his father, who got it from his own father. No, Slade wasn't even of royal blood. Before he started ruling the country he was a mercenary – and the best one their world heard about at that. It's because of that, because of his merits, he received the lordship in the first place and became a figure on Defiance's court.

Because Slade didn't shy away from war and battle, always ready to fight whenever someone was willing to pay him handsomely for his effort. And now, when he left the mantle to take on the crown instead, he was still willing to battle everyone, to protect his country and make it thrive.

Bruce respected Slade because he would have to be a fool not to. Slade wasn't just a brute force, he was also a genius strategist whose plan always succeeded. He was a man feared by all, even those most powerful. A monster, able to kill with just a twitch of his hand.

Dick knew that all and he was well aware what he was getting into when he agreed to the letter where Slade demanded him in turn to end the war. He was aware why Bruce was so against the sheer idea of it. But Dick knew what his answer will be the moment he read the letter for the very first time. No matter how much he hated doing it, he wasn't going to let his people suffer from the war when he had a certain way to stop all the fighting.

Even if he had to suffer instead.

Sitting by the window in the chambers Slade had prepared for him for the time of his visit in Defiance, Dick remembered suddenly how whenever they were alone, Bruce never called Slade a king. 'Wilson', sometimes he even referred to him as 'Lord Wilson' but never as a king. In Bruce's eyes Wilson wasn't a proper ruler – he was a brute, a barbarian that cared only about himself and did whatever he wanted to do.

Dick huffed a humorless laugh at the thought. Perhaps that's why Slade was so shameless and didn't even care about breaking the rules.

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Then, Dick started to learn Defiance's culture properly.

He was going to live in Slade's country and so he preferred to know the rules and general manners that applied there. Slowly but surely he became more acquainted with Defiance's customs, with the way its people lived and thought – he gained the knowledge from every source possible, whether it was from the books in the royal library or simply from talking with people in the court.

One of the first things he learned was that... no one here cared if you kissed your spouse in a room full of people. Well, that one he actually learned before getting to any books; meeting Apollo and Midnighter was interesting and maybe even a bit... traumatizing at first for him. It was all so much different from what Dick knew that the idea alone almost made him dizzy. To think that displaying his affections in public didn't sow disgust all around, that people actually encouraged it and cheered when you did... it was a lot to take in, no matter how long Dick thought about it.

Almost all his life, all those years he spent in Gotham by Bruce's side, he was teached that showing affection openly was like a crime. That's what he believed was right and he followed those rules naturally, even after arriving in Slade's country. He just... well, he just assumed that the rules in Defiance were the same as in any other country he visited before, because they all applied in Star, in Jump, even in Atlantis as well. That made Dick even more eager to learn about Defiance's customs, because it was so much different from everything Dick knew.

But it also made Dick look at Slade differently. It made him realize that the man wasn't trying to humiliate him with his affections, he did it because his people took pride in showing off their beloved ones. And while Dick was certain that Slade did take some sick kind of pleasure from all his blushing, stuttering and hitched breaths, it wasn't exactly entirely ill-natured. It was probably what Slade was raised with and for him it was absolutely natural so he kissed Dick without a second thought, even if it made Dick want to crawl into the ground at times.

People of Defiance simply loved to display their affections in public, loved to proudly show everyone around just how happy their beloved ones made them. At least that's what the books said. It was... it was actually kind of nice, in theory.

...that still didn't make actually doing it, letting Slade do it, any easier. Slade's touch, his easy kisses that happened with other people around still made him want to jerk away from his grip as humiliation burned into him; still made his heart thump painfully against his ribcage while he blushed so hard that even his neck and shoulders turned red. It didn't matter if people around them clapped and smiled, it'll take Dick a really long time to actually get used to it.

But he had time to do it, didn't he? After all, he'll spend the rest of his life by Slade's side. And it was... it was better to know all that and just be embarrassed over the affections, than to feel the shame and horror of breaking the rules that in reality weren't even there. It was much better that way and Dick will get used to it one day.

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He was just glad Bruce didn't have to see any of it.

Thank you for reading!! 💕 Hope you liked it 👉👈

#i have #so many wips of this #i was starting it over and over again because i wanted to tell this story in so many different ways and i couldn't choose 🤣#i even have one from Slade's pov #but i had fun while writing it so its okay #well it took me way longer this way but meh xD i still had fun #hope you enjoyed!!#also #what do you guys think meeting Midnighter and Apollo was like??#😏👀#let me know haha im curious!#sladick #sladick royal au #my writing

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secret-ssociety · 3 years

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Behind the scenes

Pairing(s): Aaron Tveit x Reader, Les Mis (2012) cast x Reader

Warnings: This is just fluff. Like one curse

Summary: It is never intended for Enjolras and Eponine to fall in love in the original story, but a lot of things can happen when the cameras are turned off

A/N: I know everyone is waiting for more of the Let Me Down series but I have wanted to do this for a long time bc I am utterly in love with this man and I've always said I don't want to just write Peter Parker's stuff. Might make this several parts, who knows, I like things with parts.

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For the first time in the whole day, silence fell upon the set of Les Mis, being only vaguely interrupted by the quiet chatter of everyone else who, unlike you, still had energy to talk. It's not like it was your fault, though, you had no idea of how much running around implied to play Eponine.

Huddled in a quiet corner of what had been built to be the Café Musain, you pushed your knees against your chest and hid your face between them, hoping to catch some rest before Tom decided he wanted to do a scene again. Was it maybe two in the morning? Three? You didn't even know anymore, you weren't allowed to carry a watch around your wrist and your phone was charging in your trailer, but the last time you had checked it was midnight and that had been a few hours ago.

Doing a movie, you had come to learn in your first few days of filming, was quite different from putting up a show. Interacting with your surroundings, going over scenes and even directing your eyes to a certain place while saying your lines was a world away from your common place on stage. You'd had to repress a loud squeak on your first day on set when you saw just how real everything looked, and when you started to try on your garments... you might as well have been a street urchin on Paris, 1832.

A small finger touched your shoulder timidly, waking you up from your fragile sleep and making you lift your head from its place. Your eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the light and you even had to squint a little to recognize Daniel standing next to you, looking just as tired, but with a small flame of caffeine dancing in the back of his eyes. Who the fuck gave the kid coffee? You wondered.

"How long do you think they'll keep us here?" he asked sitting next to you. From all your cast mates, Daniel was probably the first one you had grown fond of, but then again, so had everyone.

"Maybe not much longer, unless they want us to be here at noon tomorrow," you answered raising an eyebrow. Being the youngest person on the whole set, you could tell he was trying to hold his own like the adults, drinking coffee and doing his best to stay awake.

The problem with that, you knew, was that caffeine reacted differently on kids and adults: when an adult drinks coffee, it gives them energy for a long period of time, the caffeine is distributed in order to serve the body for good while. When a child drinks coffee, on the other hand, the caffeine gives them a rush of adrenaline that gets them jumping up and down and running circles around the adults, very much like Daniel was doing a while ago, thus burning all the energy they had acquired as fast as they had engorged it.

"You want to rest for a minute?" you asked him, stretching your legs so that he could rest his head on them. He shook his head tiredly, but didn't put up a fight when you grabbed his shoulder and started to lay him down.

Softly, you caressed his hair, while carefully trying to undo the tangles the dirt had made onto his hair to give him that street gamine I-live-in-the-elephant-of-the-Bastille look. In a matter of seconds, he was fully asleep, snoring quietly against the fabric of your skirt.

You heard some of the boys approaching, laughing loudly with cups of steaming coffee on their hands, and were quick to lift your finger up to your lips, to let them know of the resting boy that would be quickly awaken by their laughs. They apologized in whispers, handed you the cup they had brought for you and sat around you.

"Helena is trying to convince them to let us go to the hotel," Alistair commented, although he didn't look tired at all, more like he was amused by everyone else's exhaustion.

You sighed in relief against the cup, which was held close to your lips, making the steam hit your face in a warmth that made you aware of how cold your nose was. Only one gulp of the bitter liquid was enough to warm the blood flowing through your veins and take you back to life, you could open your eyes properly and the first the landed on was one of the most distinctive of your cast mates: Aaron Tveit.

Was there something special about him that made you think of his full name instead of just the first? Yeah, everything. He was the embodiment of the Enjolras Victor Hugo had wrote, the one that had been nicknamed Apollo by his friends. Maybe it was the way he held himself, somehow taller than everyone else, with that revolutionary fire in his eyes and walking around the set like he was actually going to get the people to build a barricade.

Wherever he happened to exist, you couldn't help but feel the presence of an olden god amongst mortals, the time go slower and light to travel in a bliss. There was just something so ethereal about him...

"He's talent, isn't he?" Alistair commented, having followed the direction of your eyes. "Among other things," Eddie joked, perhaps having caught on on the repressed smitten nature of your gaze. Stubbornly, you rolled your eyes.

As if saved by the bell, your director announced that everyone was allowed to go and get some rest, under the condition that you had to be back the next day before lunch. You were so tired, you almost forgot you were on your costume, being remembered by Eddie when you walked straight to the exit.

Up until that day, you had followed you stylist's skincare routine religiously every day after finishing filming, but once you found yourself in your sweatpants and Alistair's sweater, you simply poured water in your face and wiped all the makeup away with a paper towel.

Outside of your trailer, you found at least half of the Amis waiting for you to go grab some pizza while forming a wall to shield a newly caffeinated Daniel from your accusatory eyes. "I just left my cup unattended for a second!" George said quickly. You didn't know if you should laugh or yell at them, but you decided you were too tired to do either, so you simply took his hands and walk with the boys to the minivans the studio had hired for your transportation.

Eating pizza after having barely washed the makeup off of your face and only having a few hours to sleep after? You knew you were going to break out, but that was a tomorrow's problem.

Perhaps it was the magic that gravitated around Aaron that made you look back to see him, walking several feet behind the lot of you and clearly immersed on his thoughts. What you did next wasn't exactly a conscious decision, but it felt as natural as if it were.

"Hey, Tveit," you smiled, stopping before him. He looked surprised for a second, since he hadn't heard you approach him, but then smiled softly at you.

"Hello, Y/L/N," he said back, looking at you with those piercing eyes of him.

"We're going to grab a bite, wanna come?" You asked with a bright smile, one so cute that made it hard for him to say no.

"I don't know, it's late..." he said with half a smile.

"Did you know that pizza wasn't invented until the late half of the 18th century," you said, persistently, making him raise an eyebrow at the random fact, "that means all of our characters died without having ever eaten pizza. Shouldn't we, in order to honor them, do the things they never got to do?"

Aaron tried as hard as he could to fight back a smile at your argument. He had heard from the other guys about your occurrences and funny yet charming way with words, but he still hadn't had a chance to delight himself with it all too much. Maybe you were both too busy, maybe he wasn't as good as he liked to think to break the ice and Alistair had beat him to it.

He was practically convinced already, but still you added, "come on, Enjolras is still going to be here tomorrow morning... er, today a little less morning." You corrected checking the time on your wrist watch.

He was tired and not really hungry, but sill he nodded and followed you to the exit, where the rest of your friends cheered upon his joining.

Thankfully, the place Fra Fee knew was not too far away from the hotel, because none of you would have managed to walk too much after the day you'd had. Pulling a couple of tables together with the help of a waitress who pretended not to be a little starstruck, all of you sat down and ordered. You personally tried to ignore the way Eddie gave you his sit so that you would end up sat next to Aaron.

After ordering three large pizzas and some lemonade, and having grudgingly remembered that you couldn't order a beer or anything of the sort, you resumed your chattery. You soon found that, while you weren't the only theatre actress on the room, you were the only one who had never been on a film before. Still, that didn't mean your previous work had gone unnoticed.

"I was really excited to meet Y/N," Eddie commented on Daniel's side, "because I went to see her in The Phantom of The Opera, in London and I was" he made the gesture of his head blowing up, making you laugh.

"Yes, I knew I had seen you somewhere! You're Christine Daaé!" George exclaimed, interrupting the bite he was about to give to his pizza.

"Didn't you say on the first table reading that your dream role is Esmeralda, from the Hunchback?" Aaron perked up, making you blush a little.

"Esmeralda, Christine and Eponine," Alistair numbered, only giving you time to nod, "are you planning on becoming the Holy Trinity of French Theater?"

"I'll be able to say the Holy Trinity of French Theater died in my arms!"

You almost spilled your lemonade at the exclamation, unable to contain your laughs, very much like everyone else on the table. You didn't mean for your face to be as red as it was in that moment, but you couldn't help it when everyone seemed to be so interested in your past work. Despite attention being your line of work, you didn't know how to handle it that good.

It was when Daniel's adrenaline burnt off, as you had predicted, and he was found too tiresd to even keep his head up that you came back to the hotel, with the quiet company of Aaron, who had also offered to take the young boy back to his room. You were both in silence, though it was not an awkward one, it just wasn't necessary to talk to enjoy the other's company.

"We're getting a cow," he said suddenly, when you were approaching the entrance of the hotel.

"What?" You asked with a confused smile.

"We're getting a cow, on the set, tomorrow," he clarified grinning, "she will be there for the scenes of the barricade."

"Why would a cow be on a barricade?" You questioned with a laugh, opening the door for Aaron, since he was carrying Daniel, and receiving a little thank you in return. "Not that I'm complaining."

He laughed in return and followed you to the elevator, making sure neither the young boy nor the jacket he had put over him fell from his embrace. The cow thing had just been to start conversation and be able to ask what he really wanted to know, although he was a little pumped up about the cow.

"Do you want to do what Alistair said?" He asked curiously, "About being the Holy Trinity of French Theater, it is."

"I had never thought about it that way, but it sounds quite nice," you answer thoughtfully. "Though, I believe I would have to play Eponine on a stage, rather than a set to really earn that title."

"You're not liking movie making so far?" He asked somewhat amused, specially when you whipped your head to look at him with wide eyes.

"No! That's not what I mean," you talked so fast you nearly stumbled through your words, but the kindness on his eyes made you sigh and calm down. "This has been amazing so far and I would never underestimate the huge effort it takes to make one of these. I mean, I've only been doing this for a couple days and I'm already beyond exhaustion. And yet it has been wonderful, the set and the preparation and just seeing all the work it implies is... unbelievable."

You knocked three time on the door, to see Daniel's mother not two seconds later. Aaron had been worried that maybe she would be concerned and even a little mad at how late her son was coming back, but you had been texting her throughout the extra hours of shooting and to let her know you were going to take him to eat something before coming back to the hotel.

She kindly thanked you both, took Daniel (who was still sound sleep) on her arms and gave Aaron his jacket back, to then close the door. Without saying much, he walked you to your own room, prompting you to continue.

"Where was I? Oh, yeah! So filming a movie is... I'm running out of adjectives, but it's really great," he chuckled slightly, "but I don't think it can top the feeling of being on the theater," you sighed dreamily.

"On stage, there is no take two, the things you're doing can only be done once. There's..." your tongue ran through your lips, an action Aaron found almost mesmerizing, as you tried to find the words to describe the thing you loved the most in the world. "There's this feeling, when the show is about to start, the lights dim, the overture starts and you get goosebumps and you heart starts thumping at the moment you come on stage, there's something about that moment being unrepeatable and having the eyes of the crowd on you, the adrenaline is just... is like the identity line that divides the actor from their character disappears and in that moment you're not quite them, but you're not you, you're just..." you let out a breath at the inability to find the word and, for a moment, you worried you might have bored him with your rambling, but he had that bliss over his face, the one only a theatre actor knows and has, that told you he knew exactly what you're talking about.

The next morning, back on set and with your costumes again covering your backs, Aaron found himself so hypnotized by the sight of you rehearsing with Amanda his tea got cold and was utterly scared when Eddie's palm fell onto his back, dragging him out of his day dream.

"Is this the part when the Phantom is stalking Christine?" George asked jokingly, making Aaron roll his eyes.

For someone who made so much fun of him for becoming Enjolras, he had certainly developed Grantaire's mocking nature.

"She's really talented," the blonde man answered nonchalantly, drinking from his tea and making a face when he found out the drink was cold.

"I see," Eddie said handing him his tea, "are you seeing our dear Y/N under a new light?"

Was he? It would be a lie to say he didn't come back to his room with you occupying every single one of his thoughts, his heart fluttering who had managed to put his passion for theatre in words. Had his hands always became a little shaky around you? Yes. But today it was even worse.

Today, your voice giving life to Eponine's thoughts and emotions could make his cheeks blush or bring tears to his eyes in a matter of a second. Today, you walked around with a strange light over you, one that didn't allow him to look away while, at the same time, reprehended him for staring. Today, you were more than an artist, an actress. You were something more than human.

"Nonsense," he replied stubbornly, "I have always known how talented she is."

Before he could get a sarcastic comment or a snide yet friendly remark, the three men's chatter was interrupted by the two previously mentioned ladies rehearsing The Robbery, one of the scenes you planned on filming that day.

"It's the police! Disappear! Run for it!" Your strong soprano voice cut all chattery in one swift motion. "It's Javert!"

He probably held his breath for as long as you held the note. Once you opened your eyes, you seemed a little embarrassed at all the eyes on you, but Aaron didn't understand just what did you have to be embarrassed about.

Eddie shook his shoulder, "breathe, mate!"

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bus-stop-to-kpop · 3 years

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Son of Demeter (Bae Jacob x Reader)

Pairing: Bae Jacob (The Boyz) x gn!Reader

Genre:demigod!au, Camp Halfblood!au

Trigger Warning!!: Mentions of blood

Summary: Son of Demeter Jacob meets you, a child of Apollo, while helping out his friend Kevin in the infirmary.

Word Count: 1,624

A/N: As many others I was obsessed with Percy Jackson when I was younger and quarantine made my old love come back, hehe enjoy ;) -Admin J

As a son of Demeter Jacob loves being outside and working in the field. There's something about plants that makes him feel calm and relaxed. What he doesn't enjoy is fighting, so he tries to avoid the arena at all costs. It's not that he doesn't know how to fight. No, he's actually a pretty good sword fighter, but he doesn't enjoy inflicting pain onto others, which is something you can't avoid in combat. He uses his knowledge about herbs to help out the Apollo kids to heal campers that were wounded during missions or practice. That's how he had met his friend Kevin, who was a bubbly Apollo kid. Usually Jacob would only bring by the herbs and prepare them for all the healers to use, but today was a messy day. He had already heard the noise that came from the infirmary when he was on his way, but he hadn't expected it to be that crazy in there. When he had stepped inside he instantly made eye contact with Kevin, who seemed incredibly relieved. "Jacob, I'm so glad you're here!" he exclaimed waving over the Demeter boy. "Can you help me for a second?" Kevin asked him to hold a compress to the torso of the boy that was laying on the bed. Jacob wasn't sure if he knew the boy, as he couldn't bare to watch all the blood that was seeping out of the big wound. He pressed the compress down, while his head was turned to the side. Meanwhile Kevin wrapped a bandage around the boy so the compress would be held in place. "Thanks Jacob." Kevin said after finishing up the bandage. Jacob just nodded, not trusting himself to open his mouth, since the nauseous feeling was still there, he was scared he would throw up. "Hey are you ok? You look a bit pale." a pleasant voice called out to him and he felt a hand on his arm. The last thing he could see before he fainted was a pair of beautiful eyes.

Jacob didn't know how long he had been unconscious for, but he woke up to hearing an angered Apollo kid complain. "Honestly what is this guy? An animal? If I have to heal one more bite wound I'm gonna teach him a lesson!" There was some laughter before Kevin spoke up "You shouldn't do that. He's a son of Ares after all, picking a fight with him would only cause trouble." The other Apollo kid sighed. Jacob started to slowly sit up and then he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Be careful." It was the same voice he had heard before he fainted. Once again he made eye contact with your eyes. There was a bright smile on your face as you helped him sit up and handed him a cup of water. "Are you feeling okay?" you asked him. Jacobs mouth went dry, he could only nod. "Kevin he's awake." you turned around and called out to your sibling, who quickly came walking over. "Hey man, sorry for earlier. I didn't know you can not stand the sight of blood." Kevin apologized to his friend. Jacob shook his head "It's fine. I don't have a problem with blood, but that was a lot." Jacob gave a reassuring smile to his friend so he would stop worrying. Kevin patted his back. "Maybe we should invite you to the beach this evening huh? I mean you're basically one of us? What do you think Y/N?" Kevin called out to you, who had already went to take care of the next person. "What?" you looked up from the small wound you were treating. You had not caught what Kevin had said as you were focused on your patient. "Should we invite him to the beach later. He's basically a healer." Kevin repeated his question. "Sure if he wants to." a small smile on your face as you looked at Jacob to wait for his answer. Once again Jacob felt his mouth go dry and his cheeks started to redden, he didn't trust his words, so he just nodded. "Great I'll come get you later then." Kevin beamed before allowing his friend to leave the infirmary. When Jacob had agreed to this, he didn't know what he was getting himself into. When Kevin came to get him from his Cabin shortly before midnight, he felt extremely anxious. They weren't supposed to leave their respective Cabins after 11 and Jacob was never one to break the rules. However he still found himself following Kevin, sneaking away from the Cabins to a secluded spot to the beach. "Honestly I didn't think you would actually come." Kevin admitted in a whisper as they were moving across the cabins. Jacob shrugged, not wanting to admit he came because he wanted to see you again. When both of them arrived at the secluded spot on the beach he could see around ten Apollo kids sitting around a small campfire. Was it really okay for him to do this? He stopped in his tracks, questioning if maybe he should just walk back to his Cabin. Kevin pulled him closer to the circle of Apollo kids and sat him down. Jacob shyly greeted the others and looked around. His shoulders slouched when he realized you were nowhere to be seen. "What's wrong? Are you missing Y/N?" Kevin teased him. Jacobs eyes widened with shock at what his friend had just said. The younger boy just snorted at his perplexed face "Did you think I wouldn't notice? I know you aren't an extrovert, but you couldn't even speak around Y/N." Jacob felt his cheeks glow red as his friend exposed him, but no one else around the campfire seemed to notice. "Don't worry, Y/N will be here in a bit." the Apollo kid patted his back. Jacob relaxed a bit and even though he still didn't know if sneaking out was the right thing to do, he was having a fun time listening to the stories the Apollo kids told. After a while he heard footsteps in the sand and not long after you sat down in the space next him. "Hi." energetic as always, you greeted him with a big smile. It took everything in him to greet you back, but after he spoke it felt like your smile got even bigger. "Ayyy, Y/N you finally made it. Took you long enough." One of your siblings started cheering from across the Campfire, which led all the attention to fall on you. "Next time, we're not playing rock, paper, scissors I keep on losing. I feel like I've cleaned the infirmary so many times I should be excluded from the next game." you pouted which made your siblings laugh. The stories of the Apollo kids continued and Jacob admired you, who was actively taking part in conversations, but you also continuously made sure to talk to him, even if he only gave shy and short answers. However Jacob also realized he was getting sleepy, as he wasn't used to staying awake that late. His head started to feel heavy and his eyes were closing. He didn't realize it himself but his body leaned into yours, until his head fell onto your shoulder. Your body stiffened a little, surprised at the forwardness of him leaning into you, but when you realized he was asleep you tried to move your body, to prevent the poor boy waking up with neck pain. Kevin also realized your small gesture towards his friend and gave you a smug grin. Before he could say anything to embarrass you, you shushed him with a glance. He only put up his hands in a defensive way, like he wasn't about to give you a teasing. After a while the circle around the campfire had thinned down, leaving you and Kevin, along with a still sleeping Jacob. "I'll be leaving you alone, yeah? No funny business please." Kevin teased, quickly making his exit after his words. If Jacob hadn't been sleeping peacefully on your shoulder you would have hit Kevin. You started lightly shaking Jacob awake, who seemed a bit disoriented. "Where is everyone?" He asked rubbing his eyes. Something about his voice made you feel different. It was raspy and a bit deeper than how he usually spoke. His voice sounded so attractive, that for a second you forgot how to function. "Y/N?" God how could he speak your name with this voice of his. "Sorry what?" you were clearly flustered but it seemed like Jacob didn't realize it. "Where is everyone?" Jacob repeated his question. "Oh they went to bed. It's getting a bit cold, so I woke you up. We should go back to our Cabins too." You explained. Jacob nodded, still a bit sleepy. You took his hand and pulled him up. Instantly a warmth spread through his body. He wasn't sure if it was because of you being a child of Apollo or if he liked you. Considering his actions around you it was probably the later one. You didn't let go of his hand while making your way back to the Cabins. The two of you stopped in front of the Demeter Cabin. "Honestly I didn't think you'd be here tonight. Kevin said you're a goody two shoes and wouldn't dare to break rules. But it was nice seeing you tonight. You should consider breaking rules a bit more often." You quickly pressed a kiss to his cheek. His whole body tensed up, not able to move from his spot, as he watched you back up, sending him a wink before turning around and walking to the Apollo Cabin.

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fbfh · 4 years

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glowing - leo x reader

genre: fluffy mutual pining w quick (cute) resolution

word count: 1.6k

au: none??

pairing: Leo x Daughter of Apollo

requested: hell ye!! hope you enjoy it xo

warnings: none?? yr half sibs n nico are all protective over you but nothing unhealthy lol

summary: You and Leo have been crushing on each other and cockblocked by your siblings for too long, so you decide to take matters into your own hands.

reccomended songs: sunshine - atlas, musetta’s waltz - moonstruck soundtrack

a/n: not super edited but what’s new lol i just forgot how to spell edit for a hot second lmao

requests r open babes xo

Between your siblings being ready to maul someone with arrows (and bad music) at a moment’s notice, and Nico - honorary brother and the Apollo cabin’s unofficial bodyguard, dating is… tricky. Even your uncoordinated eight year old half brother Kevin has offered to bang on a guitar and scream, making everyone’s ears bleed. A few weeks ago, an Ares kid made your little sister Sophie cry, and Nico found out. The entire Ares cabin spent two weeks getting all the skeletons out of their closets. Literally. More human bones would appear every time they cleared some out, rattling unsettlingly. People generally don’t mess with you, or other Apollo kids, which you usually don’t mind. You wouldn’t even give it a second thought.

But you did give it a second thought. And a third. And a fourth. And several others. All of them centered around Leo Valdez. You’ve been admiring him from afar for weeks. You didn’t know why his friends were so hard on him at times. You got the vibe that if he started dating someone, his friends would give him the ‘hurt them and we’ll kill you’ speech instead of the other way around.

At first simply observing was cathartic, seeing him fix swords and laugh with his friends, but as time went on, it just became frustrating. You just want something to happen, you want to make him as happy as he makes you. The most frustrating part was that there had been so many missed opportunities. There was the time two weeks ago when you were flirting after picking up your harp bow from getting a few touch ups, the time after that you two lost track of time and watched the sunset on the docks, and just days ago when you stayed up late talking in Bunker 9 when neither of you could sleep.

Every single time, one of your siblings either scared him off or dragged you away before you could leave. Most recently, it was Will and Nico. You could swear Nico was muttering to Will, something along the lines of “what is it with that guy and going after my little sisters?” This wasn’t surprising, since they got together, the whole cabin has made Nico feel really welcome, resulting in him treating you all like sibling-figures.

You shake your head, trying to focus on the sparring practice that starts in a few minutes. Camp Half Blood and Camp Jupiter are arranging the first inter-camp capture the flag match, and everyone’s really excited. And training like crazy. If it goes well, it might happen as frequently as once a month, but you have to get through this one, first. Most of the extra time at camp has been spent practicing sparring, battle strategy, and other tactics. Campers were encouraged to watch other fights closely, try to spot defensive weaknesses, and study technique. Right now, Leo and Jason are demonstrating some method of something or other. You’re watching Leo fight, and you’re just… awestruck. You don't even know what to do with yourself. He's agile and light on his feet, and he moves almost like a cat. His muscles flex as he strikes, and your heart lurches. It looks like he's losing. All of a sudden he smirks, and shoots out a blast of flame, sending Jason stumbling back. Campers applaud at the successful win, and he jokingly bows.

"Thank you, thank you… I'm amazing, I know-" Jason shoves him jokingly, and clears his throat for the crowd's attention, while Leo gets a glass of water.

"Okay guys, pair up to practice sparring. Don't be afraid to spar with someone new, the more fighting styles you know the better…" you turn towards the water cooler. Watching him now, you could swear he's all god. He has a gold halo in the late afternoon sunshine, and a drop of water trickles down his face onto his neck. You make a small strangled noise and know this has gone far enough. You need to do something about this crush before it kills you. You walk over to him, and before you can chicken out, ask, “Hey Leo, want to spar?” He almost chokes on his water. He agrees, seeming pleasantly surprised that you asked him. You pull out your harp bow and he pulls out a large, flat hammer.

‘Good for offense and defense,’ you think, ‘he’s smarter than he looks…’

You start off slowly, getting a feel for each other, and your fighting styles. You spar for hours, and end up tied for wins and losing track of time. He gets you off balance with a fancy move, and next thing you know, there’s a nail gun at your neck.

“I win,” he pants, smirking. Your cheeks flush.

“Can you- show me how to do that?” you say, catching your breath. He agrees, and walks behind you, hands on yours. He shows you how to shift your weight, causing your opponent to lose theirs. His right hand moves to your thigh, readjusting your alignment.

“...Keeping your center of gravity low,” he breathes, his lips dangerously close to your ear, “so you won’t fall.” Neither of you move away yet. You turn your face towards his, eyes on the ground.

“Can you… show me again…” you breathe. A smile twitches at his lips. He leans in, and-

“Apollo cabin, inspection time!” You jump away from each other.

“All Apollo campers back to cabin seven asap!” you flinch at your brother’s voice, which you know is directed at you. You sigh, turn towards him, and yell back, “I’m coming, just finishing this sparring match!” You see him retreat and turn back to Leo. Before he knows it, you have him pinned to the ground.

“Gotcha,” you say with a smirk of your own. You lean further down, and whisper, “Meet me at the docks at midnight.” You pull away, and jog off toward your cabin, leaving Leo flustered and excited.

Later that night when you finally reach the docks, Leo’s already there. “Hi,” he says when he sees you, “I know I’m a little bit early I just… got nervous…” You giggle and reassure him.

“I just hope I didn’t keep you waiting for too long,”

“Don’t worry,” he replies, “it was worth the wait.” You blush. He looks around, and you realize he’s nervous.

“Don’t worry about the cleaning harpies,” you comfort him, “I left them some muddy armor to distract them, we should be good for a while,” you both laugh a little, and you realize he’s staring at you. You look at him inquisitively, a smile playing at your lips and a blush creeping up your cheeks.

“What?”

"You're glowing," he breathes the words softly, amazed by your presence. You look down at your arms, and blush. Your cheeks turn a soft, fluorescent shade of rose. Bioluminescence was a very rare, pretty useless power that some children of Apollo could have. It did, however, allow you to act as a nightlight for your cabin, which everyone (older kids included) enjoyed. No one in your cabin did well in the dark, so everyone slept a little better since you'd been claimed.

“You are glowing, right? It’s not just me?” he asks, half joking.

“Yeah, no,” you confirm, snapping out of your thoughts, “that’s a… thing that happens sometimes. It’s saved me a lot of bruised shins in the middle of the night.” As you both laugh, you decide enough is enough.

“So, I’m taking the fact that you showed up here at all a good sign,” you say, knowing you have to start somewhere, “I don’t really know how to say this, so I’m just going to say it.” Your adrenaline is racing. Your limbs are tingly, and your heart is beating so fast. You know you have his full attention, which makes all of that worse. It’s now or never, you remind yourself, and I’m choosing now.

“I have a huge crush on you.” Visible surprise and excitement is all over his face and body language, and an involuntary smile starts on his mouth. You continue, partially aware that you’re nervous rambling at this point.

“I was hoping you might say it first, but my siblings and Nico are so intimidating and I was like forget that, I’m seizing the day, and…”

“And?” he asks, in a breathless smile.

“And… do you-”

“I like you too. A lot - just ask my friends, I never shut up about you-” You can’t hold back a giggle as you place your hands on his face and pull him in for a kiss. He’s stunned for a second before he kisses you back, gently resting his hands on your arms. You smile into the kiss, which makes him smile, and-

“What the hell, Valdez?!”

You jump, pulling apart from him.

“Will! What are you-” before you can finish the thought, darkness pools at his feet and suddenly Nico is standing in front of him. He greets Will with a mushy pet name and leans in to kiss him, but Will stops him before he can and clears his throat.

“Wha-” Nico turns his head, “...oh…”

You laugh in disbelief. Mr. High And Mighty was here for the exact same reason you were. You smile fades as you realize that even though you have dirt on him, he still has dirt on you.

“You know,” you say, reaching for Leo’s hand, “I don’t know if I saw you here, or what…”

Will wraps an arm around Nico, and starts in the opposite direction. “Funny, I don’t remember seeing you either,” he shrugs.

“Right,” you reply.

“Right.”

You both drag your respective boyfriends in opposite, more private directions. Suffice it to say, there was a lot more kissing that night - and no more interruptions.

#leo valdez x reader #hoo x reader #leo valdez imagine #heroes of olympus x reader #Heroes of Olympus

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jaskiers-sweetkiss · 3 years

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Sunset Swerve - Part 6

Pairings: Luke x OC

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: light cursing

A/N: Day 6 of @jatp-week is favorite fanfic trope and since I’m a sucker for enemies to lovers here’s the next chapter of Sunset Swerve! We’re through episode 5 now. Some house keeping before you get into the chapter: song lyrics are italicized and the songs used in this chapter are Get Gone and Last Song by Thalia Mar. Idk why but the jatp soundtrack reminded me of her music so I figured why not make them Apollo 81 songs? Definitely recommend checking her out! As always, let me know what you think!

Part 5 Masterlist

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“Where are they?” Julie paced backstage.

“They’ll be here any minute,” Jordan had reassured the girl last time she had asked. That had been nearly an hour ago and this time the ghost girl had no explanation for their absence.

She frowned as she considered what might be keeping the three ghost boys from their first gig. The only feasible explanation she could come up with was that they’d gotten what they needed from Willie’s friend and were currently confronting Bobby. The thought made her blood boil, that they would abandon the girls for revenge.

“I have no idea,” Jordan answered the pacing girl, “But I have an idea.” “Idea for what? Can you like summon them here or something?” Julie asked skeptically but at least she had stopped pacing.

“No.” Julie frowned. “But, I know a way Julie and the Phantoms can still perform. Well, Julie and the Phantom, singular.”

“We can’t perform without the guys, we need them for all our songs.”

“True,” Jordan admitted. “But there are some old songs I wrote with Apollo 81 that we could perform with just the two of us.”

“You want to learn a brand new set of songs and perform them tonight?” Julie questioned, crossing her arms and giving Jordan a look that clearly showed her disbelief.

“I already know the songs and you’re a freaking music prodigy, we can absolutely do it.” Jordan protested, “I’ll pop back to the studio to get my notebook and meet you in the band room, okay?”

Julie nodded, smiling at her in a way that told Jordan how crazy she thought she was.

Jordan appeared in the studio a moment later and quickly scrambled up the later to the loft, sifting through her left behind belongings for her old song notebook. She kept the most recent one on her at all times in her bag but it was filled with songs for a four-piece band, none of which she could rework in time for herself and Julie to perform. However, she knew somewhere in the loft there was a notebook of songs she and the girls had been working on just for fun, some of which could easily be performed by just the two of them.

She thrusted it into the air triumphantly when she finally found it in an old box with some Apollo 81 memorabilia. She quickly poofed back to the school, landing on the piano bench next to Julie.

“Did you find it?” She asked after recovering from being startled by the ghost’s sudden appearance.

“Got it right here,” Jordan held up the notebook before flipping through the pages. “So I was thinking we could start with...”

Jordan walked Julie through her thought process on the setlist before they got to work. Just two songs to learn as fast as they could. They practiced for nearly an hour, Julie finally seeming comfortable enough with the lyrics and melodies to make it work when she got a text from Flynn.

“We should get out there,” Jordan said, moving to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder but forgetting that was impossible. “We’ve got this.”

Julie nodded, taking a deep breath before holding her head high and marching out of the band room. Jordan whooped excitedly as she followed behind her.

“Get ready cause Julie and the Phantoms are about to rock your socks off!” She called excitedly though she knew only Julie could hear her.

Julie shook her head, laughing at the girl’s outdated phrases.

“It’s eleven o’clock, you gotta perform,” Flynn said when they arrived backstage. “Even without the guys you’ll sound amazing.”

Julie smiled at the compliment.

“Don’t worry, Jordan and I have a plan.”

“You’re going on?” A voice asked from behind them and Julie froze.

Jordan cooed silently at how adorable the blond boy was, clearly caring about Julie and the band.

Julie nodded, though Jordan could see the nerves filling her again. Nick grinned from ear to ear before running out on stage.

“Guess what guys!” He exclaimed, grabbing Flynn’s microphone. “Julie fixed the hologram thing! Who’s ready for a show?”

The crowd erupted into cheers and Jordan grinned, starting to bounce on the balls of her feet as she felt the mix of nerves and adrenaline pumping through her body as it always did before a performance.

“Uh, hi,” Julie said, stepping onto the stage and accepting the mic from Nick.

“You’ve got this,” Jordan called out reassuringly and Julie took a breath, starting stronger.

“So, here’s the thing: even though we got the machine fixed, thanks to Nick,” she smiled at the boy and the crowd cheered, “I still can’t link up with all the guys, WiFi am I right?” She joked, gaining chuckles from a few people in the crowd.

“So, the shows going to look a little different tonight. It’s just me and Jordan, hope you don’t mind.” She smiled lightly and the crowd cheered while Jordan whooped again from behind her.

Flynn grinned at her best friend, giving her two thumbs up as she walked off stage.

“Get all your bags, get out my house, I don’t want your stuff around. I never did you wrong, but you did me wrong so go ahead and get gone,” Julie sang from the piano, repeating the intro once before Jordan joined in.

She poofed onto the stage, guitar in hand as she took over the melody, Julie jumping up from the piano as the crowd cheered for what they thought were hologram effects. As Jordan played Julie began to stomp and clap out a back beat, getting the crowd to follow along as she joined her bandmate in center stage.

“All this time, I wasted on you,” she began the first verse, the crowd yelling excitedly as the girls played. “You’d think I’d feel something. You thought wrong. I feel nothing, so now I guess it’s your move.”

“You used my back as a door, left me for dead on the floor. You didn’t try no not one bit,” Jordan took over for the pre chorus, leaning into her own mic. “Thought I came off as weak, well this is me proving you wrong.”

“Get all your bags, get out my house...” Julie took over the chorus once more, Jordan singing the backup harmonies.

Before she knew it the song was over and the crowd was screaming. Jordan grinned, slinging her guitar to the side as she pulled her mic from the stand.

“Hi, guys!” She greeted the gymnasium. “We’re Julie and the Phantoms!” The name was met with a roar of applause from the students. “I hope you don’t mind that we deviated from our usual rock sound for you tonight.

“For this next song I wanna get my girl Flynn up here!” Jordan spoke, waving the girl onto the stage again. “As you’ve all seen tonight, Flynn is crazy talented and I’m hoping she can help us out with this next song as we’re missed a few hands,” she laughed, gesturing to the mostly empty stage and Flynn nodded, moving over to her setup.

“This ones called Last Song, hope you like it,” Jordan grinned, gesturing to Julie who had returned to the piano.

While Julie began the first verse, switching the keyboard to an organ sound Jordan explained to Flynn what they needed.

“...I never let it go cause you never gave me the chance to,” Flynn joined in with the beat and Jordan grinned. “I never had the time to talk and be done with you, so I say it now,”

“This is the last song I promise you at least for now,” as Jordan came in on her guitar Julie bounded over, holding out her microphone for the ghost to take over the chorus. “This is the last song I’ll ever write about you.”

The two girls fed off each other’s energies and the cheers from the crowd, neither one able to keep the smiles off their faces. It was over before Jordan was ready for it to be, the three girls taking a bow and Jordan disappearing once more.

She watched from the side of the stage as Julie thanked their audience and soaked up the applause with her best friend. The gymnasium emptied out not long after and once she was sure Julie was all set she poofed away, planning to give the guys a piece of her mind.

When she arrived back at the Hollywood Ghost Club she wasn’t sure what she was expecting but it hadn’t been a hopping party with a massive band. The whole room was dancing and Jordan couldn’t help but bop along to the beat as well as she searched for her bandmates. She finally found them as the song wound down, all three of them right in the middle of the stage.

“The haunting hour is upon us!” A man in a fabulous purple suit called when the clock struck midnight and the crowd replied with a low ‘ooooh’ before the band kicked up again.

Jordan watched with crossed arms as Luke scrambled to get the boys together, the trio rushing towards the exit where she was stood.

“Oh shit,” Luke cursed, stumbling to a stop in front of her and holding his arms out to stop the guys behind him.

“Yeah,” Jordan said snidely and the guys gulped.

“Gentlemen, what’s the rush?” The purple suited man from before questioned as he poofed behind the group and Jordan turned to face him. “You must be Jordan. We certainly missed you tonight.”

“Looks like I missed out on quite the party,” Jordan replied sincerely before turning to glare at the guys.

“Well the party’s just getting started, and you have an eternity after all,” he quirked an eyebrow at her and she smiled gratefully at the offer.

“Y’know that girl who can see us?” Reggie interjected, pushing forward past the guys. “We sort of bailed on her. See there’s this dance at her school tonight, and she’s got this friend Flynn who’s a super cool dj like-“

“Okay, I don’t think he has an eternity to hear the story,” Alex cut him off.

“Basically we’re late for a gig,” Luke summarized and Jordan snorted, late was an understatement.

“But what about my offer?” Purple suit asked and Jordan frowned.

“What offer?” She asked, looking between the man and her bandmates.

“To join my house band,” he answered, spreading his arms out in a grandiose gesture. “Naturally the offer is extended to you as well, I’ve heard you possess a great musical talent.”

“Thank you,” she blushed at the compliment. “But, I’m already in a band.”

“Yeah, it’s like we said Mr. Covington,” Luke started but purple suit held up a hand to stop him.

“You have your own band, I understand.” He said, his seemingly warm smile not quite reaching his eyes. “But, if you ever wanna come back and fix that little problem with your friend, the Hollywood Ghost Club is always open.”

The guys grinned at the offer and Jordan held back a sigh. She understood the importance of getting back at Bobby but their pursuit of revenge was kind of becoming a problem.

“Yeah, man, we’d love to come back,” Luke accepted and purple suit smiled, reaching out to shake his hand.

“Music to my ears,” he said, shaking each boy’s hand in turn and then reaching Jordan. She hissed slightly as she felt something burn into her wrist as they shook hands.

“Oh, it’s just a little club stamp.” He explained as she watched the purple symbol fade away and they all nodded at the explanation.

“Until next time,” he said, chuckling deeply. It was actually mildly disturbing, Jordan thought.

She stood and watched as each boy filed out of the building, not planning to let them out of this one. Alex took a moment longer to inquire about Willie, which Jordan allowed because truthfully she was rooting for them.

Once they were out of the club, they all poofed to the school, Jordan appearing next to Julie under a now half-popped balloon arch.

“Julie we are ready to rock this.... dance,” Reggie called as the guys ran into the gym, faltering as they took in the scene before them.

“We are so, so sorry that we bailed on you,” Luke said, stopping next to Reggie as they faced Julie who had since stood up, adopting a disappointed stance.

“Yeah, the night really got away from us,” Alex continued.

“And the twin,” Reggie added, only to be met with glares form the other three ghosts.

“Why didn’t you come get us?” Luke asked, turning on Jordan accusatorially.

“Nuh uh, don’t you turn this on her,” Julie sassed, stepping between the two ghosts. “You guys were supposed to be here. She’s not your babysitter.”

“You’re right, we’re so sorry,” Luke sighed, staring down at his shoes. “But we’ll make it right, we’ll do whatever it takes. We’ll play the next school-“

“What, another dance where you can bail on me and make me look like a fool? Save it,” Julie spoke and Jordan gulped. “If it weren’t for Jordan I never would’ve been able to show my face here again!”

“You know what sucks?” She continued, growing more emotional as the confrontation went on. “Our songs were good. And all three of you knew what I’ve been through. How tough it’s been for me to play, and you do this? Bands don’t do that to each other. Friends don’t do that to each other.”

Jordan tried to hide her sniffles as she discreetly wiped the tears from her eyes. She couldn’t handle Julie’s speech and the heartbreak obvious on the guys’ faces. She had wanted them to get shamed a little for their mistake, she was disappointed in them herself, but not like this. She couldn’t stand to see all her new friends this upset, especially with each other.

“This was a mistake,” Julie said quietly but firmly.

“Y-you mean the school dance right?” Luke gulped.

“No.” Julie said coldly, “I mean joining a band with you guys.”

Before any of them could stop her she was running out of the gym, both Luke and Jordan calling out her name as she left.

“Why couldn’t you have just come and gotten us, Moss,” Luke spat, turning his heartbreak and frustrations on her.

Jordan sniffled, no longer trying to hide her tears as she stood from the gym floor.

“Why couldn’t you have just been responsible?” She wasn’t sure where she’d found a voice through her tears and swirling emotions, but the voice she found was full of malice and betrayal.

Before they could get into another of their signature fights she poofed out, reappearing in the studio. She didn’t stay long, only taking the time to grab her book before running up the path to the house and Julie’s room. She hoped the girl wouldn’t mind that she was there, but she was certain she wasn’t welcome in the loft anymore.

She nearly collapsed in pain upon arrival in the room. A sharp jolt of pain had shot through her chest, it felt almost as if she were dying again.

“What the hell was that?” She groaned quietly to herself, curling up on the ground.

Part 7

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specsforwoo · 3 years

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Son of Notus | Demigod!Ten

Parent Deity: Notus ( God of the Southern Winds)

Allegiance: Aether

asldkfjaslkj Airhead much

Okay he is actually really smart

But he hates showing it because he doesn’t want to be stuck up

Like top of his meteorology class

But also top of of his modern dance class

He really likes dancing

It makes him feel like he is flying

Which is the best feeling in the world if you ask him

Kinda found out he was a demigod on accident, but he doesn’t even know he is a demigod asldfkgj

LIKE IT WAS A MAJOR ACCIDENT

So maybe he got a little too heated in an argument and a desk was flown into a wall

And he didn’t touch the desk

Notus is known for being the most temperamental of the Wind Gods

And it definitely passed on to his son

Oops

But he is also probably one of the most laid back of his friends beside Johnny

His personality really changes depending on who he is around

He likes to act silly around Taeyong and Yuta because seriously those two need to take a chill pill and down it with a Piña Colada

But when he is around his half-siblings and younger demigods he turns really protective really fast

And when he is around say Johnny or Chenle or Haechan he becomes the somber one because someone needs to stay calm when those three are together

So he actually got brought to camp rather forcefully

Because apparently when a monster is hot on your tail it tries to directs you to other demigods

Which is exactly what happened

Remember that desk that flew into a wall, well the person he was arguing with was actually a cyclops shrouded by the Veil

Good job, Ten

And the monster chased him all the way to the camp

But like he wasn’t claimed yet and had only known about his powers for a few mere hours, the poor boy

So he crossed the borders to camp and suddenly the cyclops stopped chasing after him? But he was open in the middle of the woods?

Until he turned around and he saw this huge green field with a pavilion and a lake and what looked like 50+ cabins in the distance and an amphitheater

And he was even more terrified because what in hell is this place and how could I not see it before

And suddenly this young girl who was probably around 5 years old with green skin came up and latched onto his leg

And now he’s even more scared bEcAUSEe GreEEN SkiN

But then a normal human walks up to him and sees the cyclops outside the border and kinda just goes oh, new demigod? Have you been claimed?

And honestly he is ready to pass out

Which he does

So apparently after he passed out (the little girl started crying because the cute man is hurt) that random demigod called for help and helped carry him to the pavilion before calling the Apollo/Achelios Camp Leader to check him out

After he woke up it took him a realllllly long time to process everything

And that night when he went to sleep in the Hermes cabin he was still super confused and kinda scared. Because did his mom know where he was? His cellphone dropped into a river while he was being chased. Did he even know where he was? Was he a freak? A million thoughts were running through his head at once

After barely sleeping a wink he woke up to an blow horn and 3 campers cackling around his bunk

Which got him mad and when he clenched his fist the blown horn popped

Oops

So basically he was in the Hermes cabin for around 3 months because no one had claimed him but he had also shown powers limited to demigods so he definitely wasn’t an outsider

And he actually got into the swing of things

Archery was cool, he was okay at it

He didn’t like swords that much but he could survive

But wow, flying on a pegasus? That was the best feeling in the world

He loved the go to the track and fly around after dinner until midnight

And suddenly one day while he was training with his pegasus, Tadd, he got bucked off the saddle while everyone was watching

It was at least 30 feet high

And he landed on his damn feet

And the next thing he knew he had a shining silver cloud erupting in flames over his head

And a voice in the back of his middle, deep, gruff and spiky was talking to him about how he was ready to face the challenges as the son of a god, a specific god: Notus

And Ten was really happy, so was everyone else because 1) they had never had a son of Notus here before and 2) Everyone could tell Ten couldn’t wait until the day he found out who his father was

So Ten has probably been at this camp the longest except for Jaemin but that’s a long story

And the one thing he does do during the summer is go out into society to look for other demigods

Which was how he met you. He had tracked you to a small town outside of Seoul and you were just like any other person

Music blasting in your ears as you walked down the street, humming along, eyes glued to your phone

And he almost thought that he had tracked the wrong person

Until he noticed your little obsession with gold.

Not like you were robbing banks and jewelry stores but as he got closer to you in order to bring you to the camp he realized you like to sew clothes with gold colored thread, Your jacket had gold embroidering. Your phone case was gold

When he brought it up you just laughed and said that your mom had told you all your life that gold was your dad’s favorite color and for a while you used to use it to give a connection to him but soon it became your favorite color as well.

And one day while he was meeting you up for coffee at a local donut shop, he noticed a shadow out of the corner of his eye but decided to ignore it

2 hours later he was gripping your hand running down an alleyway trying to pull drachma out of his pocket so he could hitch a ride back to camp and away from the Griffin currently chasing you down

Apparently waiters don’t like it when you try to send cold coffee back

He finally got you in a Hermes Cab and spent the entire time to the camp explaining what had happened

Let’s just say you took it a lot better than he did and didn’t have to be carried inside the camp borders

He was about to take you to the Hermes cabin when a Sun and Lyre appeared simultaneously above your head

You had been claimed by Apollo in the mere 5 hours you had been aware that you were a demigod

And Ten had to admit, he was jealous, why did he have to wait 3 months when you had to wait 5 hours

But he was also happy because he knows the feeling of finding a missing part about the puzzle that was a demigod’s life

So he goes and introduces you to your half-siblings and you immediately fit in

And he usually leaves new campers here, their cabins will take care of them now, but he doesn’t want to leave you

But has to because Johnny keeps Iris messaging him from the Aether Cabin about some party he needs help setting up

And to his dismay it seems like you don’t even notice him leaving

Or even his presence for the next 3 weeks because you have been getting along with your siblings really well

But one day Johnny is throwing another party and it spread across the entire camp, but he just wasn’t feeling it

He seemed even more bitter about the party than Taeyong

And you were there of course, talking with Sicheng (your Camp Leader) and Taeyong but kept noticing Ten just sitting in the corner reading a book? It was about modern dance okay

So you excuse yourself from Tae and Sicheng to go and plop down next to Ten

They were both totally giving you wiggly brows and side eyes

But he looked up from the book, startled to see you sitting across from him

You were the first one to speak

You're usually the life of the party, what’s going on?

Just not feeling it

It was easy to tell he didn’t want to talk about it, at least to you

So right as he went to pick up the book again you cut it

ThankYouForFindingMeAndBringingMeHereAndIReallyOweYouBecauseYouSavedMyLifeAndIDon’tKnowHowToRepayYou

*Breathe*

AndI’mEvenMoreSorryAboutAvoidingYouBecauseIDidn’tKnowWhatToSayAndYouKindaMakeMeNervousBecauseIThinkYouAreCute

And you realized what you said right after you said it causing you to jump out of your seat, racing pasting a chuckling Sicheng and Haechan while blushing

Did I mention Ten is also Track Captain at camp because Wind Gods are super fast and that passes on to him and Johnny just hates running

So he caught up to you right in front of the lake holding your arm

I think you are cute too

And he leans down, kissing your cheek

And he walks you to the Apollo Cabin, kissing your cheek again before going back to his own cabin

It’s the first night since his first day at camp that he can’t sleep

But he doesn’t mind it this time

They think I’m cute too. *cue unmanly giggling at 4 am followed by a pillow thrown from Johnny’s side of the room*

And the next day it’s back to when you didn’t know you were a demigod

You and Ten are practically joined at the hip

While he helps you with agility and reflex you help him with archery

And you both are great flyers

And while he practices dance, you play the harp to create simple melody for him to follow

You guys really just compliment each other in every way

Making you the perfect team

Especially when chariot racing is on the table

You are a much better marksman than he is and he is a much better driver than you lol

So basically every time you 2 team up for racing

No one else wants to join because they know you will win

So the Camp Director forces you two to be on separate teams with in your own cabins

Which means you are paired with Sicheng, who is a great driver and an even better shot

And Ten is stuck with Johnny, dear god

Actually Johnny is really good with a Javelin and Sword so you know you are going to have to watch out for him

And you two get competitive

Remember how I said you make a perfect team?

You might make better enemies lmao

Ten tried to drive your chariot off the track so you Stuck a javelin in his back piston

Sicheng fired a flaming arrow into their hold so Johnny sawed through half of your reins

In the end you won

Shhhh, Ten wants a recount

Okay but he is really excited, jumping out of the chariot and racing over to you while Sicheng is trying to pull at your arm to go to the pavilion to be crowned with a golden laurel

And Johnny is silently sulking on the second place pedestal

But once you and Sicheng are hoisted onto the first place platform and you are crowned he is screaming and hollering and just overall being a really supportive boyfriend

But when you guys go onto the track competition he whoops your ass and doesn’t think twice about it

But you are there in the crowd screaming and hollering and being an overall supportive girlfriend

And later that night the camp decides to hold a sorta dance to commemorate the competitions and their winners

And everyone takes it seriously

Like after a straight week of pushing each other into mud and water and falling of pegasi in the sky and pushing your way through monster infested forests

Everyone wants to dress up and be slightly classy

So the Aphrodite and Eros houses have had boys and girls alike weaving in and out of their common areas because they offered to help everyone look their best for this event

And you and Ten agreed to not reveal your outfits to each other until you met up at the pavilion

And you were in a light blue dress that you got an Aphrodite kid to enchant so it would look like clouds moving around the ripples in the dress

And Ten was in a flowy gold top, half tucked into slacks and a couple buttons undone. An Eros kid temporarily threaded his hair with gold

BEST DRESSED COUPLE ANYONE

So basically he forces you into the middle of the dance floor and does that cheesy slow dance in the middle of everyone else jumping around and headbanging

But DJ!Mark totally notices so he switches the song to a self composed one that has a nice melody to it and soft vocals so he can create the mood for you two

And you are both slightly swaying to the music, nothing too fancy, definitely not what everyone was expecting from Ten

But you have you head on his shoulder, his hand encaptured in yours with his other on your waist as you both whisper a small conversation

And he mentions he’s met Apollo once

Which totally shocks and scares you… because he’s met your dad? The god?

But he just chuckles under his breath, and whispers in your ear about how he made Ten promise to never hurt you or he would face the full wrath of a god

Which got you even more scared because Ten… pls dont get hurt

But he laughs under his breath again and lets go of your hand to pull something out of his back pocket

And it’s a charm bracelet with a lyre and a cloud on it with a cursive T too

And as he slips it onto your wrist

He whispers about how he told your dad that he would quicker marry you than hurt you

a n y w a y s

Ten is a really soft bf and demigod and person in general

Unless it comes to hurting someone he loves

Then he can and will seriously injure someone

But other than that

Everyone looks up to him

Not just because he has been there forever

But because he has shown he has what it takes to protect the camp and how much everyone in it means to him

Especially you

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bxffysxmmers · 3 years

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real gods require blood

All gods who receive homage are cruel. All gods dispense suffering without reason. Otherwise they would not be worshipped. Through indiscriminate suffering men know fear and fear is the most divine emotion. It is the stones for altars and the beginning of wisdom. Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood. - Zora Neale Hurston

- zeus inspo - hera inspo - poseidon inspo - demeter inspo - athena inspo - apollo inspo - artemis inspo - ares inspo - aphrodite inspo - hephaestus inspo - hermes inspo - hestia inspo - dionysus inspo - persephone inspo - hades inspo - modern gods inspo used in blurbs

first thing's first: everyone in this ad should be between the ages of 22 and 27 with the exception of persephone who should be 22 - 24 and demeter who should be 25 - 27. genderbending is okay with me as long as you run it by me first because i don't want to have a million girls, i want it to be fairly balanced. everything said below should be taken with a grain of salt meaning if you put your own spin on it that is totally fine, the inspo is what matters.

additionally, only one or two characters should be from chicago, because the group is a group of people who are imports to the city and the life they have here so please do with that idea what you will. i did link to some cool pinterest boards with some inspo for a modern take on all of the different gods if you want to look at those but again, it's just for inspiration, please please please make every single one of these guys your own.

now, for the actual ad, basically these guys are something of a found family. through their jobs, parties, socializing, exes, currents, whatever they all met and it was almost instant, that connection, that 'feels like i've known you my whole life' thing that came over them. and so they stuck together, even if it was just a group text or once a year dinner party, they've all stayed in touch ever since despite distance, work, time constraints, and anything else that came between them.

the first pair that met and really started it all were aphrodite and ares. they were on again off again, always a problem with time and where their lives were at, but the love is there. they've been friends since their time in school together and it never let up, that care. the rest of the group swear one day aphrodite will find a way to settle down and be with ares but for now ares deals with the on again off again because sometimes is better than never. and then aphrodite found god here, and another one, and their interconnections grew the group and now here they are, family without being blood, with ties running through them, cutting and caressing them all the same.

from there, feel free to just get with me and we can make it work. i'm going to be making a ship developer for them (including a timeline because it seems necessary so that we have some idea on who, what, when, and how) but the basis is a found family plot with interconnections that made this many people come to mean so much to one another. from there? go wild, get with me on any questions, and please have fun with it. some suggestions for interconnections are below in the applicable boxes but if you don't want to use them just talk to me.

and lastly... if you want to add a god who isn't listed please just let me know! give me a little blurb and we can make this happen. remember the slight dystopian feel and the modern twist but like... yes, please, let's do this, i'm here for it. thanks!!

ZEUS. OPEN.

zeus drinks himself half to death at a bar. he no longer cares for mortals. he has long stopped trying to make this world turn.

suggestions: brother to poseidon and hades. married to hera. enters polyship with hera and hestia after cheating scandal. himbo energy.

HERA. OPEN.

hera no longer praises marriage. instead she talks to the women. she tells them that men always lie, tells them to run. she wishes she could take her own advice.

suggestions: married to zeus. enters polyship with zeus and hestia after cheating scandal. better than you.

POSEIDON. RESERVED FOR TESSA.

poseidon still loves the sea but he could not hate mortals more. he feels the pollution of his domain like a phantom pain, raging that he could not protect his oceans from mortals.

suggestions: brother to zeus and hades. has a crush on demeter. moods like the sea.

DEMETER. RESERVED FOR LUNA.

demeter isn't peaceful. she feels the dying of the earth and with it goes her happiness. she curses the mortals who caused this.

suggestions: older sister of persephone. doesn't approve of hades. has a crush on poseidon. the mom friend.

ATHENA. OPEN.

athena chainsmokes in an alleyway, and glares at ares as bloody knuckles and booted feet connect with battered bodies between them. the fight clubs are their temples now.

suggestions: business partners with hephaestus (queer solidarity, y'all). just doing her best. definitely sapphic. possibly once had a thing with aphrodite.

APOLLO. RESERVED FOR THOMAS.

you find apollo in a nightclub on 55th and 3rd, his prophets writhing in intermittent darkness, bassline pounding in their ears, liqour coursing in their veins, smoke and strobe lights clouding their eyes.

suggestions: twin brother of artemis. pansexual and everyone knows it. always chasing the next high, running from the lows. in a secret relationship with hermes.

ARTEMIS. RESERVED FOR DAPHNE.

artemis spends the night in a jail cell, blood on her knuckles and on her shirt and in her mouth, the smell of metal lingering in the air.

suggestions: twin sister of apollo. sapphic pls. the protector meets the vodka aunt. possibly once had a thing with aphrodite.

ARES. RESERVED FOR KITT.

you watch as ares starts a fight in a dive bar, takes a knife from his pocket and uses it without flinching, smiles as he wipes his blade on his thigh, smashes a bottle on the floor and lights a match.

suggestions: on again off again with aphrodite. in love with aphrodite. not currently with aphrodite. just a boy, made of rage and the inability to express his emotions. looks like he'll kick your ass, will pull athena and artemis off of you in a fight, exhausted that he has to yet again. also requested here.

APHRODITE. FREYA WILDER, ATHENA.

aphrodite drinks your worship straight from your lips and chases it with a scotch, crashes a cigarette, flicks the ash on the floor and leaves without so much as a thank you.

suggestions: on again off again with ares. in love with ares. running from ares. most likely to have slept with everyone in the group, twice. intimacy issues? i do know her. i know her so well. someone help.

HEPHAESTUS. OPEN.

you find hephaestus on college campuses, amongst engineering students. in times like this he is more relevant than ever, growing whilst other gods die. it seems that aphrodite is more keen on accepting his gifts now more than ever.

suggestions: business partners with athena (queer solidarity, y'all). once had a thing with aphrodite. a serious thing. didn't end well. they're totes okay now, for sure, yeah, definitely, mhm. patience is a virtue. stubborn pride is a gift. also requested here.

HERMES. RESERVED FOR TONE.

hermes is in the hustle and bustle of rush hour and the rush of the subway. he is perched atop skyscrapers, surveying the beautiful chaos of it all and lo, it is good.

suggestions: brother to hestia. in a secret relationship with dionysus apollo. running to and for, never from. chaotic good gremlin energy. do not feed after midnight. possibly once had a thing with aphrodite.

HESTIA. OPEN.

hestia mourns broken homes, she waits for her family. she waits in the doorway, arms outstretched and a smile like forgiveness waiting to embrace the siblings whom she know will never return.

suggestions: sister to hermes. pretends she doesn't know about dionysus apollo. doesn't approve of dionysus apollo. enters polyship with zeus and hera after cheating scandal. the mediator. why can't we all just get along?

DIONYSUS. OPEN.

dionysus shoots up in a basement in the seedy side of town. he wants to forget the suffering that has filled his immortal life.

suggestions: in a secret relationship with hermes. "gotta stay high, all the time, to keep you off my mind". heart of gold but no one ever seems to believe it. here for a fun time, not a long time, but thinking about that too much hurts.

PERSEPHONE. RESERVED FOR ARI.

persephone grins when people tremble. she is vengeful and wears flowers in her hair and she will make damn sure that the world will never forget her name.

suggestions: younger sister of demeter. in love with hades. she's beauty, she's grace. she'll punch you in the face.

HADES. OPEN.

hades stalks the streets, hazy in the fog of the streetlamps, and he smiles, because people will always believe in death and worship riches.

suggestions: brother to zeus and poseidon. in love with persephone. can you say trauma? secretly the most well rounded and good hearted of them all. how are you so pure, bro? who sent you?

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outoftimewriting · 4 years

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Imagine (Son of Hades! Percy; Godswapped! Big Three's kids (6/7) or (11/12)

House of Hades Pt.2 - In the Argo II

Hello darlings! Before reading this, there's at least other 11 parts - and I almost had to divide this into two - check on the masterpost - but don't be sad is ending :(

First - I have no idea if I'll divide Blood of Olympus in two because I hate the climax Rick wrote - so probably? Also not sure if I'll need an epilogue - we're not delving into TOA, though.

Second - I'll keep writing! I have a handful of ideas that I want to do next - and the next AU will have Female! Percy - so keep logging in!

Check on the warnings before proceeding, and good reading :))

To say that things are tense in the Argo II is downplaying the major depression the ship seemed to be sunk in since Perseus fell.

Leo and, surprisingly, Nico are the only ones who are able to get anything done in the first couple of days, but they aren't fooling anyone - the white eyes of the son of Zeus seem to be every day a little more bloodshot, and more than one fire happens without no explanation.

Annabeth didn't stop crying for a second - even throughout Will's examination of her and her brother - for at least 12 hours. Then she crashed for another 12 hours - and when Annabeth woke up, she was enraged.

She is going to bring the damned statue back to Camp - and then she will kick her mother's ass. That's her best friend, not collateral damage.

And when her dumbass of a best friend comes back, Annabeth is going to kick his ass too. How dare he fall - for her, not even his closest friend - into freaking Tartarus?

Frank is devastated - he and Piper are coping by planning the future - how they can spend the summer at Camp and live in Nova Roma, how they'll visit Perseus if he decides to go to college in the mortal world. It feels a little like denial.

Hazel and Jason are coping in the totally opposite way. Where Leo and Nico are fueling themselves with determination, Annabeth is anger personified and the other two went in the road of negation - they're both in a deep state of panic.

The sea became too dangerous to travel - the tides answering to Jason's turbulent emotions - and any metal on board keeps exploding or becoming so fueled with energy that no one but Nico and Hazel can touch it.

They pray together - for Neptune, Jupiter, Pluto, Letum, any god that Perseus ever helped (a lot of them) - for his protection. Jason holds evening prayers - just like in Nova Roma - and they offer anything, everything, for Percy to be alive. Everyone goes.

Except for Will, who is in a whole other league. The moment that he arrived at Camp, Percy was the one to settle him, and calm him, and take care of him. It was a side of him no other person in this ship had ever seen - Nico got in Camp in the worst timing possible, and all the others were pretty independent when they met Perseus.

But Will remembers - the nights with hot chocolate, Percy's warm sweaters, a pair of blue gloves messing his hair, the anxiety when the boy left for school, just for him to keep IMing Will every evening - and he misses Percy.

After the Labyrinth, the war, the losses, they reconnected - the prejudices against Percy's parentage long gone - and it felt like nothing ever changed.

It was Percy who helped him coming out for his mother. It was Percy that held Will after he lost Sibele - a daughter of Momus - to her injuries. It was Percy, always Percy.

Percy is much more of a father then Apollo - and much better as a brother then some of Will's siblings. So Will just locks himself up in his infirmary - and grieves. It's weird in such a hard mission to remember that Will is just fifteen and that he is a veteran of war.

The mood lingers, even when they start fighting regularly against the Apennines - and isn't this a whole other mess.

The mountain spirits are pissed - because Hades/Pluto and his wife are really pissed. It's Malcolm - the only one with a phone and a good connection to the internet - that tells them that the world started having earthquakes every few days.

The mortals are confused because most of these are not even close to the tectonic plates - and none of those cause turmoil at the sea. It's just Hades - mightly pissed his only son is beyond even his reach.

Three days in fighting the Ourae - who don't like having their mountains shaken over and over again - the sky also starts thundering. Coincidentally, it's July 30th - they've been traveling for twenty-two days - which also marks Thesmophoria - the greek festival of harvest.

But, alas, nothing is blooming. Persephone is as dangerous as her husband - and Demeter seems to follow her daughter's lead. With the Earth corrupted - the crops aren't growing.

Jason doesn't blame his matron - he is not really happy himself. Besides praying for Perseus' safety, he spends most of his days in patrol against boulders and rocks of all things.

Leo barely sleeps - too busy keeping the ship from falling apart - and Nico is, most of the time, right behind him keeping the ship steady. They try using canons and fail miserably. There's no way to fight against mountains - it's like Dom Quixote fighting against the windmills.

The others, even Will, rotate between fighting rocks and sleeping. Four days after Thesmophoria, Leo decides it's enough, turns the ship around, and solves to not cross the Apennines.

He just hopes Perseus can last another seven days.

Hazel - the only one awake, because this is supposed to be her patrol and Leo finds her the most reasonable out of all their friends, who would probably insist on keep fighting the freaking mountains - is praying. Like always.

Leo doesn't know how he feels about praying. His extended family was very catholic - they prayed for a god that they couldn't see or touch. But Leo met the gods - or, if Annabeth is to be believed, one set of them - and he doesn't like them.

They're petty children who have no care for the fate of their children - the ones who fight for them, go on their errands, keep them alive, y'know. Leo doesn't want to praise them. He doesn't think they deserve it.

But Hazel's prayers are answered when her venti, Tempest, appears aboard. Hazel tells Leo to go on without her - she'll be back soon.

He is concerned for her - like always. Of all new people, Leo seems to be the closest to her - his overall cheeriness and electric behavior are endearing to her, a light in these dark times. Sometimes, his smile makes her flush - just like Frank's did and still does.

Hazel mounts Tempest and the venti takes her, through mountains and hills, to a door. There's mist curling at her ankles and a chill in her spine.

She isn't very thrilled by meeting Trivia - Hazel heard stories of her greek son by Perseus, who seemed to hold the guy in high standard, but she knows gods. The goddess of magic wants something.

Trivia is an imposing woman - taller than Hazel, she has the same midnight skin as Perseus, though hers looks purple-ish, and her eyes are entire universes - stars bloom in her irises and twin moons rise in her pupils.

The goddess is fickle - she seems to be there and not, at the same time. Ghostly. There's three of them, then one, then five.

Trivia beacons to the daughter of Jupiter and she follows, the cursed little girl she is. The goddess offers her three options: Perseus, prone in the ground as she, Leo, and Annabeth battle an invisible foe, the two demigod installments at war, or the Argo II.

Hazel chooses the Argo II, but she promises herself, and the goddess, that she will save Perseus, and that no demigod blood will be spilled by other demigod's hand. Not again.

She will learn how to control the Mist. But Trivia is very mistaken if she thinks Hazel is going to become her acolyte. She remembers well what happened last time - she died.

The Argo II is traveling without much hassle - when they're crossing Monte Falterona, in the Campigna National Park, they are attacked by a new mountain spirit - and this one talks.

"Get Pluto his brat back, you useless halflings!"

Like the boulders the immortal is throwing at them will help. Leo screams this back at the mountain, who is not impressed at all.

Their next foe is in San Marino - a chimera. Most popular knowledge is wrong about those monsters: chimeras are not just goat-lion-snake mixes. They are an amalgamation of any three or more animals.

This one, in particular, is a very... candid mix of a Pyrenean chamois, a monk-seal, a mouflon, and a goose. Not very lethal or hazardous - just very angry. It's the first time they hear Annabeth laugh since Perseus fell.

While Malcolm is chasing and being chased around by an evil goat-goose-seal-weirdass deer chimera that he is fending off with an encyclopedia, the others can't even bring themselves to help. It's ridiculous - the thing is not even big. It's just ugly and it sounds like a honking clown.

Eventually, they get around to killing the clown chimera - it honks as it vanishes - and following route to Bologna. Frank tries to mutate to the chimera during the travel - to different levels of failure - which makes everyone laugh.

Thanks to their two encounters, the crew gets to Bologna at two in the afternoon.

Frank can't help counting the days as they pass him by. He is not the only one - he can see Annabeth muttering the time every now and then - but it feels like a countdown. Can Perseus survive one more week in Tartarus?

Even with the pressing worry for his lost friend, he can't stop thinking about Hazel and Leo. The two of them are thick as thieves - and Frank wants in.

But he knows it's wrong - Leo is a boy. Hazel is younger. Leo bares a power that could kill him. Hazel is his best friend. They're two people. - but he sees them flirting and can't keep his eyes to himself.

It's wrong. Soldiers aren't supposed to date men. Men who dated men are prostitutes, entertainers. Less. And two people at the same time? Outside of a bedroom? Preposterous.

Frank wishes he was more like Perseus. Perseus is all about duty: he would eventually marry Reyna. Or Annabeth, or other pretty and intelligent warrior, and have two point five kids with a picket fence.

But no. Here he is - midday, they are stopping for lunch, and he can't keep his eyes off Leo and Hazel - who are quietly chatting in the other end of the long table.

Frank ponders what would they think. Would the two be repulsed? Would they laugh at him? He can deal with laughter. Their disgust, however, would cut his heart in half.

Nico is in a very similar, and yet completely different, situation. He has been in love - or as close as love could be when you never dated the person - with Perseus Jackson.

He knows it's okay to be gay - he is friends with Will and Jake. He lives on CHB since he was a pre-teen. Perseus himself was - is - queer.

But the thing is, he'll never have a chance with him. Not the chance he is longing for gods know how long. He failed Perseus yet again - he let the demigod fall.

Perseus can have anyone. Perfect Annabeth Chase, Shrewd Reyna Arellano, Magic Alabaster Torrington, anyone. And he wouldn't have a problem with that - no. The problem is that he can't make a choice. Because he is in Tartarus.

Because Nico. Let. Him. Fall.

He isn't even sure if he let Perseus fall on purpose. A part of his mind knew someone would have to go. It was always meant to be Perseus. Did he purposefully let him go?

The rational part of his mind knew that if he tried to fly them off, all he would accomplish is falling into Tartarus with Perseus, probably dragging Annabeth with them.

But the guilt creeps into his heart - again, yet again, Perseus suffers for something he did or failed to do. He can't sleep. He doesn't know how anyone can eat.

A rock for him in these difficult times has been Jason. The son of Neptune seems to be as affected as Hazel or Annabeth - but Nico would never be able to rely on them.

Hazel has her own problems - a lot of them since Trivia appeared - and Annabeth is a painful reminder of everything Nico is unable to have.

Jason, however, is different. They had dreams of each other - something about their conquests, Nico didn't pay attention - and that apparently brought them close. Jason, differently from Annabeth, isn't a competition. He isn't vying for Percy's attention and love.

He is just a close friend - like Nico pretends to be most of the time - incredibly worried about the son of Hades. Nico would tell Jason about how he feels - but the militar roman's sensibilities might not be adjusted to the greeks' freedom yet.

Nico, however, is also not the only one with heart problems. Piper finds himself entranced by Annabeth Chase - even when she knows, she knows because of her powers, that Annabeth is painfully straight.

And Piper knows it's not love - it's the heat of the upcoming war and the hormones of being cooped up with just other teenagers for twenty days. She sees the blossoms of young lovers everywhere.

The yearning between Leo, Hazel, and Frank; Nico and Jason unconsciously sharing long-term crushes on Perseus; Will missing Jake and his parental figure;

She wishes she was more like Malcolm. Malcolm is asexual - besides being the only other transexual person on board.

Before this war spiked from nothing, the boy was just back from his mission for Hermaphroditus - a two-month search for a missing choker. He is still adapting to his body - it's bigger and broader and he doesn't have to wear a binder. Piper thinks it's amazing - he tells her it isn't that easy.

It's not a slow transition. One second your body is something - and then it isn't. One morning, the demigod caught him holding a red binder in his hands. Sometimes, she sees a shot of testosterone tucked in his pocket.

One day, he was a boy stuck in a girl's body. Then, he wasn't anymore. He has the body he dreamed of for forever - and it's difficult accepting it. Malcolm tells her is not exactly body dysphoria - is just difficult to conciliate.

Piper thinks after this, she'll get her body. After all of this, she deserves it - her body, all hers, with boobs and a killer jawline. Maybe then, it'll be easier to like girls as well. Maybe then, she'll shave half of her head and get a piercing. And maybe, a couple of tattoos.

But while this doesn't happen, she is whining to her asexual friend about her crush in his sister. Malcolm crushes her with logic - "Annabeth has only shown interest in men. She might be bi or pan or even a lesbian, but the odds aren't on your favor" - and she tries to put the blonde out of her mind.

Lunch, however, is a little ridiculous for her. As a daughter of love herself, that table is such a mess of yearning and pining and infatuations.

Malcolm seems to be the only rational - but even he is a little flushed. Piper totally saw that picture of Mitchell in his drawer last week.

She couldn't blame him really - her brother is hot. All demigods are - in very different ways of course, but their godly blood made them more or less otherworldly compared to mortals. Didn't matter their ethnicity, their gender, if they're disabled or not - they are all hot.

Piper, however, doesn't spend all her time freaking over hot people. She is a teenager with a friend who has a good connection to the internet, so she does that a lot - but most of her time these days is looking at Katoptris.

She's waiting for a vision of Perseus. Anything - just proof that he is alive, that he hasn't curled in a ball on whatever is the ground down there and went mad.

It doesn't come. She is looking at this ridiculous lunch table, eating vegetarian burgers, and waiting. Just as it seems like her dagger starts glowing gold - two monkey twins sweep down and steal it. And Leo's tool belt and Archimedes' Sphere.

Piper is really pissed. She wants this mission to end - she wants to find Perseus and stop Gaea, and that's her magical item. It's important. So she and Leo go after the twin monkeys.

Using one of the armory's javelin - for lack of a better option - they sprint over roofs and marketplaces. Bologna is a beautiful city - but they have no time.

They corner the twin monkeys, get their things back - and some things pertaining to a god of harvest - Triptolemus. Perhaps if they make an offer to him, Demeter and Persephone will be more cooperative. Maybe Persephone will be able to calm her husband.

Piper really doubts it. If she learned anything in the nineteen days she traveled with Perseus, is that he calls Persephone "Kore" or "Mater". The only other person he refers to with such open childish joy is his own mother, Sally.

The guy IMed both of them twice a week - enough that Piper knows their voices. While Hades isn't high in the demigod's list of people, his wife seemed to be at least number #2.

But they go back to the ship and relay their plan anyway. They set route to Venice. In the hour that it takes them to get there, they're delayed twice: once by the personification of River Ádige - which enabled them to pass until Jason helped with a small problem - and then by a couple of ventis - which Hazel sent off.

Frank, Annabeth, Hazel and Nico venture into the drowned city - Piper declines to go, saying that she is waiting for Katoptris to cooperate - being Nico the only one who actually speaks Italian in the ship.

The city is infested with anteater-like herbivorous monsters called katoplebones, which are pointedly not from the Greek pantheon. It's pretty rare for monsters to cross pantheons - and the Egyptians are pretty good in keeping them under lock and key - but sometimes, this happens.

They aren't capacitated to deal with those. Annabeth has half a mind to call the Kanes and demand an explanation. Pretty sure they were possessed by the gods to avoid this kind of situation.

She doesn't have much time to think - Hazel is quickly overwhelmed by the poisonous breath of the cows. Of course - is there anything in Egypt that isn't connected to snakes?

They find Triptolemus - who is not thrilled with their presence. Demeter - his mistress - and her daughter are distraught by Perseus' missing status - and he blames Annabeth and Nico for it.

Annabeth tries to persuade him - after all, they have Jason on board, and he is blessed by Ceres. Triptolemus - a very greek god - is not swayed.

"Your trickster words shall not fool me, daughter of Athena."

That's how Annabeth became a rosemary bush - good for memory and brainpower. Nico, when he tried to fight back, became a corn crop.

Mars is whispering in Frank's mind - he is not really fond of his father but uses his help to kill the evil Egyptian cows and get a python for the god's chariot.

He can't let Hazel die. He can't see the light go off her eyes - to see the same pain reflected in Leo's eyes. But Frank is so using Nico's stunt as a corn plant as blackmail material later. Not with Annabeth thought - she would stab him.

Triptolemus, pleased, turns Nico and Annabeth back to human and heals Hazel. Then, he tells them they have to eat barley cakes - so they can survive the poison needed to enter the house of the dead.

Proceeding south down the Adriatic toward Greece, a journey that should take about half a day, the crew of the Argo II is first accosted in Koper - a city on the coast of Slovenia - by four monocerus in the middle of the night.

Monocerus, in Leo's very succinct explanation, are "evil unicorns with big feet that can't fly and shouldn't be in a flying ship".

Whoever, the monsters apparently don't care where they should or not be - and Annabeth - still reeling for her time as rosemary - takes two of them out, keeping the horns as a prize. Nico takes one, who is so beat that leaves nothing, and Malcolm kills one with a handgun.

It's not the most practical weapon, because celestial bronze is not that easy to fabricate/find/obtain - so to use it in bullets that will explode and render it unusable it's kind of a desperate - but it's the first thing he could get - Malcolm's double tessen was being repaired by Leo.

Because yes - not only was the twenty years old able to fight with normal blades, he also fights with freaking fans made of iron.

After the run-in with the evil unicorns - Annabeth looks really cool covered in gold blood and curved silver horns in her hands - they proceed across Croatia.

It goes well for about thirty minutes - in Zadar, they cross paths with Sciron. Sciron is a bandit and outlaw, who - for some reason, is assisted by a giant predatory sea turtle.

While Hazel tricks him into throwing himself off the cliff using her new-discovered Mist, Jason talks to the turtle. It says its name is Chelone - that it's the turtle who took Aphrodite Ourania from the depths of the sea to the shores of Cythera - when she was still young, with remains of other goddesses in her anima - Innana and Ishtar.

He convinces the turtle to stop killing people - mainly by saying that he should hunt elsewhere, deeper onto the sea. It may become a problem for his father, but Jason has bigger issues right now.

They go to sleep, and Hazel dreams. She expects any god to come - but who comes to her is none other than Pluto and his wife, Proserpina.

Proserpina is shrouded in black, and her eyes are not green - but yellowish, like dead leaves. She talks - and tells Hazel that the Doors of Death are in the bottom of the Necromanteion - her powers over metal energy would guide her - and will be guarded by Pasiphae, vengeful of Pluto - and, by default, Perseus - for the lack of punishment for Minos.

Her husband is a silent presence by her side. He is not in mourning... probably. It's difficult to tell, as he is always in black. But his eyes hold a weight easy for Hazel to understand - he just lost a son to the abyss. No matter that Perseus might be alive - he wouldn't get back whole and safe.

Proserpina ends her dream by telling her to wake up Piper - the goddess is putting all her strength to send a vision of Perseus to Katoptris - they need one much more than her, seeing that they are able to interfere.

What Piper sees don't tell them a lot - Perseus seems mostly okay, with some sort of companion that Nico says it might be Iapetus, a brand new scar over his face and a bad limp.

It's the last they'll see of him until their eventual meeting face to face, but it gives them hope.

Annabeth herself has a dream - a dream that the Romans give the statue to the greeks. She sends an iris message to Rachel - so she can meet personally with Reyna.

Reyna, on the other side of the world, mounts her pegasus, Scipio, and leaves. Not only her co-praetor is in freaking Tartarus, but they are on the verge of two simultaneous wars. They need peace.

As soon as she is out of the roman range, however, she sends an iris message to Jason - telling him to go to their hero's place of rest - she had a vision from Mars. That she will meet them in Greece. Jason tells Leo to set course for Split, in Croatia. There's a roman scepter there.

Of all of them, the most capacitated for this mission are Frank and Jason, who are both educated Romans, and Nico, who can fly - a very good power to have in unstable ruins.

They're confronted by Favonious, who takes them to his master, Cupid, in Dalmatia. Nothing good can come of talking to the personification of love - such an old concept that the god has been reborn twice.

"Well, well, well"

"What do we have here?"

Jason falls onto the ground - "You think you found true love, haven't you? But alas, I was where you last expected me" - and he hates love, for that single moment.

"I shall give you what you want, Romans, if each of you is able to tell me - who do you love the most?"

Nico trembles - guilt is a difficult pill to swallow - and Frank visibly wants to bolt out of there.

"Oh, are you afraid? But there's no hiding in the face of true love"

Jason - always the brave one - gives a look at Frank. His friend never met the greeks. He might hate Jason after this.

But they need this scepter.

"Perseus Jackson"

Two heads whips in his direction - one unbelievingly, and the other distressed.

"Ah, love crafted in dreams - the perfect mix between me and my wife. Tell me, Jason Grace, was it bad when he looked upon you and saw naught but a myth?"

A laugh creeps upon Jason's spine, and he turns around. His blade hits something hard, and he is on the floor again.

"Such luck, to be able to even graze love. Perhaps yours is the purest of all - not yet tainted by failures and mistakes. On that note, why don't you go next, Nico di Angelo?"

Nico shivers - he... they have no time for that. That is unnecessary drama - to cause unnecessary problems.

A memory rushes to the front of Jason's mind - that quick chat with Reyna in Nova Roma. "The blond girl, Di Angelo"

Nico loves Perseus. It rushes to Jason now - the way that the younger boy stared adoringly at the son of Hades. The drunkness of his lovesick gaze. The despair when Perseus fell.

"Tell them Nico di Angelo" Cupid prompts "Tell them all about your guilt, your mistakes, the way you let him down, again and again, and again."

Nico floats a little off the ground. It's years of pain and sorrow that won't bring Perseus back.

"Will you fly off yet again, in the face of rivalry? Will you be my next servant - just like Favonious, consumed by jealousy, Nico di Angelo?"

Jason sees the memories. Nico screaming at Perseus. Grover reluctantly telling him about their adventures. The way he betrayed Percy - and a dozen more scenes he never saw from Nico's perspective, only Percy's, that made him unable to speak.

"It's okay Nico... I.... I get it."

It's painful to utter these words - it's almost like he is giving up Perseus. But they have a war to get through - and then, when the other demigod is back, they can figure this out.

"P-Perseus Jackson"

And then it's Frank's turn. But Frank is as pale as a ghost - he seems to be close to vomiting.

"It's a costly thing isn't it, looking at the true face of love. Now it's the turn of the brave son of Mars. Will you tell your friends easily, or shall you be a coward like the son of Zeus?"

Frank doesn't talk. Jason doesn't understand why - it's Hazel, isn't it? Is it because of Nico? He mentions talking to the son of Zeus, but Di Angelo doesn't look at him - the Cupid knew very well how to play his game.

"Come on. Tell them - tell them of whom you think before you sleep and who dominates your first thoughts every morning."

"You don't scare me"

"Oh, I scare you very, very much. Face me. Be honest."

"H-Hazel. Levesque."

"That's just half my question, little half-blood. If you want to lead the roman legions, you must answer it fully."

"I love H-Hazel. She is the one I think before I sleep and when I wake up."

"Still hiding. You're not strong enough, Frank Zhang."

Frank tries to charge at the wind, but it just mocks him. It's weird seeing Frank crying - it looks like the world is crumbling at his feet.

Jason, yet again, doesn't understand. Nico is also confused - he looks between the Romans as if he never saw any of them before. But then it dawns on the son of Zeus.

"Not only my sister. That's why you keep gazing at them, isn't it?"

All the fighting and denial leave Frank at once. His sword clangs in the ground.

"I love both Hazel and Leo. Together." He spits out, still trembling. "That's the truth. Are you happy now?"

"I wouldn't say Love always makes you happy. It can make you incredibly sad, sometimes. But you have faced it now. It's the only true way to conquer me."

Cupid appears - in a flash of white wings. It might be the god Jason hates the most - his eyes seem to penetrate his very soul. There's a scepter in his hand.

"Only a true child of Mars Ultor can yield it. It's your destiny, Frank Zhang."

Then he promptly disappears. The demigods look at each other - there's a flurry of emotions deep inside their chests. Frank looked at both of them, waiting for an attack, or for them to start fighting.

"No one has to know" He starts "I'm s-so-..."

He doesn't end. There are copious tears rolling through his face - his cheeks are a deep shade of red. A sob escapes his throat.

"P-please, p-pleased-don't t-te-tell anyone." Frank sobs, and it's such a jarring sight that both Nico and Jason rally to reassure him, leaving their own issues aside.

"There's nothing wrong with loving two people at once. No one will have a problem with it, Frank - fuck, this isn't Nova Roma. Most of us are greek."

"Hazel would hate me though. This is unnatural- I- I can't."

"You don't know that. Hazel loves you, Frank"

But the son of Mars just keeps crying until they both promise not to tell another soul what they saw. It's enough for the weird atmosphere to return.

Midway in the trek back to the ship - a six-hour walk - Nico is too riled up to safely fly with two people and none of them being too fond of air right now - Frank summons enough power to ask the question.

"So... uh... hm... Perseus?... like, uh, I can see the appeal-... but... both?... forget I asked, just....uh oh, sorry."

Jason and Nico pointedly avoid looking at each other. It's very bizarre - Jason knows a lot about Perseus, but now he knows Perseus also from Nico's perspective - and this is all messy.

They go back to the ship, relay to Annabeth that they got the scepter, and immediately go back to their cabins - to cry, to scream, to think.

It's been a day and a half - and they're still eleven hours off Epirus. Leo is pissed - because not only their three heavy-hitters are pissed at something and won't communicate, and they're of course.

Emerging from the infirmary for something other than to eat and mend people is finally Will - at least. He takes patrol in place of Nico - the boy quietly mumbled at his friend that they had a run-in with Cupid. Will can imagine how that went.

He doesn't have a clue about Frank - but Jason and Nico? They have the same long-lasting crush on Perseus - everyone on board knows that. Except, apparently, for each other. And Perseus - because his mentor/kind of brother/bother figure is a dumbass.

When they're passing through the coast of Albany, they're attacked by Khione - who is still very pissed her ex-lover's son doesn't want to spend eternity frozen with her. Leo ends up being sent away - for the distress of both Hazel and Frank and the anger of his best friends, Piper and Jason.

Piper ends up stabbing Khione - while Frank transforms into the giant dragon and burns her - making her unable to freeze them. Eventually, she runs away.

Leo, however, wakes up on an island. There's a sad girl at his side - she is using a modern blue dress, and there's a crown of black flowers upon her head.

"You were not the one I was expecting."

The son of Hephaestus wants to scream. Well, he didn't want to be whatever here is either! But her face is so sad - her gaze down to her bare feet. She seemed to be crying. He settles for asking who is her.

"I... I am sorry. My name is Calypso. This is Ogygia."

It startles him. Mainly because he has heard this name before around camp - wasn't she supposed to be freed?

"What happened to you?"

The immortal girl relays her tale - how she got freed for a year, and then the war started. The gods - Zeus - didn't trust her not to turn against them. So they locked her up - she was not the only one. Leto, Themis, Rhea - good titans or their offspring. Locked away.

She, after a year of freedom that Perseus got her, was back into her old shackles. Calypso is waiting for him for months now - but she thinks he forgot her.

So Leo tells her what happened - the bits he knows anyway. Juno/Hera, Nova Roma, the mission. Calypso seems calmer. They stay together for a while - friends it seems.

Calypso tells him about her year - about how she wanted to explore the world. She tells him she wanted to join Artemis' hunt - but, courtesy of Odysseys, she is no maiden.

He tells her about Hazel and Frank, Perseus, and the love hexagons he doesn't even know he is in - omitting the part that he is now in Tartarus. They talk about Festus - Calypso tells him about how his father is good to hear - how he came to visit, sometimes.

A week passes, maybe a week and a half. Leo vows to take Calypso off the island once the war ends, and she believes - once, a hero as brave as Leo made her the same promise, and stuck with it through the end.

In Cancun, Africa, Jason and Nico are having daily audiences with Auster, the Roman god of the south wind, in connection with the Seven being able to proceed on their way to Epirus - seeing that their ship is all broken and they have no Leo.

Auster is indolent and seems increasingly disinclined to cooperate with Jason and Nico: he dislikes the son of Zeus, and the wind never had a good relationship with the sea. Annabeth also tries her hand at it - but it's rebuffed at every turn. Piper is prohibited from entering the palace because of her magic voice.

Jason and Nico - even though they aren't speaking to each other - have for a long time admitted they don't fit completely at either camp. Jason is still too militar for CHB. Nico is too old for CHB. Both are too free with their personal lives for Nova Roma.

Auster agrees to meet with them and tells them to commit to one side - greek or roman. They deny it - they're both. The gods are both, they have been thrust in a war of both sides, they commune with gods on both aspects and they ask them to run errands for both pantheons. They have the right to be both.

Auster is not happy with this - mainly because he believes they should keep the sides separated. But it's the first time Nico and Jason agree on something - and they fight together for it. No god has the right to define those petty things when the demigods are fighting their war.

Auster merges with his greek counterpart Notus - an amalgamation of both his carefree and his militar side - and sends The Seven on their way when coerced by the threat of a hurricane and a typhoon.

He sends them to Valletta, Malta, where they find the Argo II fully repaired and in the harbor. In the port, on a small cafe, there's Leo - sitting and raging internally against the gods, who once again, fucked up something.

They trade stories, and Leo just rages more. He isn't sure how Perseus didn't ally himself with Kronos in the first war if that was the bullshit he had to deal with every day.

First Khione, then Zeus locking Calypso up, then this Notus guy - they are a week and a half late. Is Perseus still alive after nineteen days in the Pit? Is he sane? Did he tried to get out - and they weren't there?

It's with a shocking gasp from Annabeth that they realize that Perseus's birthday is in three days. They have been traveling together for thirty-seven days now - and they have to get Perseus out of Tartarus before the 18th, at least. Is the minimum.

It takes them a day to get to Epirus. There are enough monsters in their way to start a menagerie - Gaea is actively trying to stall them, so there must be a reason. Perseus might be alive.

Arriving at the Necromanteion, which they learn is just a very fancy name for catacombs, Hazel, Frank, Leo, Annabeth, Will, and Piper descend into the ruins, leaving Nico and Jason - who are both completely useless under the earth - behind with Malcolm - who, since Arachne, is pretty much claustrophobic.

They eat the barley cakes to protect themselves against the toxic potion they must drink in order to enter the temple. It's difficult to swallow poison - it burns as it goes down.

The mist tries to confuse them at every turn - Hazel diverts it. Her power over metal energy guides them - she can feel the basis of the building, way down where they are.

Katoptris burns in Piper's hand. It shows her Perseus' face - he looks cadaveric, shrouded in death. Sometimes he flickers, like a ghost - but he is alive, and heading to the Doors just like they are.

It's enough to spur them forward. Perseus is doing the same journey - from a much difficult side. They will meet in the middle.

Earthquakes strike the caverns, making part of the floor collapse. In a side, Piper and Will, surrounded by monsters in all sides. In the other, Frank, Leo, Hazel and Annabeth. The son of Mars doesn't think twice - the scepter.

He uses the Scepter of Diocletian to summon ghostly Roman soldiers, and as a Legatus Legionis, he does have the power to command all of them. It would be more controlled if he was Praetor, but the actual Praetor is Perseus, and so, in his absence, Frank will have to do.

The tunnel collapses. Hazel. Leo. They might be dead - but Frank can't panic right now. They are alive. They will protect each other, they have Annabeth Chase with them. Hazel controls the mist - everything will be just fine.

Anger grew in his chest. Those are his friends, his... his loved ones. This freaking ruin don't get to kill them before Frank summons enough courage to submit himself to the ridiculousness of telling them.

Hazel wants to cry - they left Frank behind. He might be dead - they might be all dead. Leo isn't much better. For all that Zhang seems to hate him, his infatuation with the Canadian never disappeared.

Annabeth however, is practical. She tells them Frank will be fine - the guy can transform into a dragon. Or a chimera. Probably a poisonous one, after the stunt in Venice. He has an army - it's okay.

Pasiphae is a bitch. Leo hates the woman - she reminds him of Aunt Rosa. Or Juno. Or Lady Muddy herself. He and Annabeth let Hazel do the majority of the talking - but both of them bristle as the Doors shake.

An unauthorized presence. Perseus actually did it - they have twelve minutes, in accord to Annabeth - who Leo knows better than to doubt - to open the Doors. Or he is dead, lost forever.

"It's a pity Gaea needs a son of the Earth and a daughter of the Sea... But none of you are children of the Underworld or the ocean, are you? Not even the acolyte of Trivia."

Everything indicates that she'll open the door herself - but Annabeth can't risk she whisking Perseus away to Gaea before they can reach him. So she sneaks past with her cap while they fight.

Pasiphae goes down to Hazel's illusions. Annabeth opens the Doors, before cutting the chains as Hazel and Leo distract Clytius. Perseus stumbles out, a giant tiger in his heels.

Leo didn't think he would ever see a harsher picture. The tall boy was still muscular - but gaunt as if he hadn't eaten since the fall. There were scars everywhere.

He couldn't look more - Clytius is threatening Perseus, but both Annabeth and the tiger stay in his way. Trivia appears - but they aren't truly winning until Piper, Will, and Frank are able to reach them through Hazel's magic.

Will goes immediately to Perseus' side - there's panic in his eyes. Leo can't see much this far - he hopes the son of Hades isn't dead. Piper and Frank fight alongside them. Annabeth is still hovering protectively over her best friend's prone body.

There's not much need for help - between Hazel and Trivia, the bulk of Clytius powers are unusable. The shared power of Piper (love is never where you expect it), Frank (and his undead soldiers), a very angry Annabeth, and Leo is just overkill.

They win. Will is feeding Perseus ambrosia - there's something really wrong because there are tear tracks in the blonde's face. Leo comes closer - their friends follow.

Perseus is destroyed. He looks like he has been through hell - there's a scar crossing his face and his eyes are sunken in. But that's not where it stops.

Leo's gaze goes down, to the ragged clothes that are barely recognizable - the sweatpants he was convinced to wear to go underground, the once-green sweater - and sees what is missing.

Where Perseus' leg once was, there's a metal one. The boy is curled in the fetal position - his metal leg sticks out like a sore thumb, and it looks like he might cry if he wasn't so dehydrated. The tiger nudges its head against the boy's leg and growls at them, but it doesn't attack.

"I... I can't touch him. I touched him and he started panicking... I... We have to take him back to the ship. He is stable, but..."

Frank picks up Perseus in a bride-carry - a month ago, he wouldn't be able to do it. But now, he is stronger - and Perseus must weight ninety pounds wet.

The tiger follows - when they cross to the daylight, they can see it's not a normal tiger. Annabeth - with a distraught look in her face - tells them it's a skeleton tiger. Probably a saber-tooth.

They go back on board - Piper goes up to call Nico, so he can fly Perseus into the ship. He does, but the expression in his face is so crushing Leo almost wishes they had delayed it by destroying property and landing the ship on the street.

The mood of the ship is yet again somber. No one wants to leave the infirmary - but Will forces them to rotate, so as to not overwhelm Perseus. Hypocrite - he is living in there.

Leo, Malcolm, and Piper - the least close to Percy, even though they are friends - let the others take the bulk of the shifts. Annabeth, Nico, and Jason almost get into blows about it - she wins on the fact that she knows Perseus longer.

It's difficult to IM both Rachel - who is a minute away from depression since he fell - and Lady Persephone. It's even harder to tell Sally - they leave the task to Annabeth.

They harbor for two days, waiting for Reyna. She appears from the sky during dinnertime - her horse has to be euthanized almost immediately after a run with the spirit mountains.

They talk - and end up deciding that she will take the statue back to Camp with Malcolm, the most resourceful out of them. Percy would be the logical solution - taking him out of Gaea's reach - but the son of Hades would probably be unable to shadow travel so soon.

While this happens, the others will set course to Athens - to stop Gaea and destroy the Giants. For now, they eat.

Midway through their meal, Will comes into the board - everyone knows what it means. Perseus is awake - on his birthday to boot. They take their food to the infirmary - to see the boy looking at the ceiling.

He gives them a faint smile, but no one misses the way he curls into himself any time there's someone a little too close. Perseus relays his tale - it's heavily edited, Annabeth can tell.

But he tells them about the leg - but not how he lost it - about the tiger - the name is Small Bob, but he doesn't talk about Bob - and about the firewater - but not how he got the injuries.

Small Bob never leaves Perseus's side. The demigod insists that he wants to go outside - he ate enough ambrosia and drank enough nectar that even some of his scars are gone. Not the one in his face though. Will let him go - but Annabeth thinks that he just asked out of courtesy.

He doesn't have green eyes anymore - they darkened to a point they can't distinguish his pupil. They observe as he sits calmly in the deck, metal leg sticking out, and strokes the head of the tiger, who is acting more or less like a giant house cat.

None of them miss the tracks of tears across his face, or the look he gives the night sky - it's bittersweet.

"Bob says hello"

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trainwreckwips · 4 years

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The Story Behind Camp’s Therapy Program

Word Count: 2,653 (thought it would be more but that’s fine lol)

Pairings: Solangelo, Percabeth. The cannon stuff, but not Caleo because I honestly could care less about Calypso. Deal with it.

Warnings: Nightmares, crying, depression, PTSD. Let me know if I need to add more.

Authors Note: This took me so freaking long, I'm sorry. If you don't already know, this story is based off of this post I made a while ago. Kinda rushed the ending but I tried, okay? Enjoy!

Will didn't intend to start a therapy program at Camp Half-Blood Not that he regrets it- he's not blind to how much it's improved the campers' mood- it just wasn't intentional.

See, he and Nico had been talking again. Working in the infirmary, Will knew nearly everything going on in Camp at all times. So obviously when he discovered the rumors of Nico having nightmares, he sought out the truth. After finishing his rounds with the sick and injured campers, he hiked out to the small clearing in the woods where he and Nico liked to meet up. Nico liked to clear his head there in the quiet darkness, so if something was indeed bothering him, Will knew he could find him there.

When he got to their meeting spot, he found Nico sitting on the fallen tree they'd been using as a bench. His eyes were closed, his hands in fists at his sides, and tears glistened against his pale skin at the corner of his eyes. Will sat next to him and gently took his hand.

"Are you okay, Nico?" he asked softly. Nico slowly shook his head. Will slid closer and pulled his boyfriend into a hug. Nico rested his head on Wills's shoulder as tears slid silently down his face. As much as Will wanted to know what was wrong, he knew that sitting together in silence was the best way to calm Nico. They stayed like that until Will had lost track of time. Once Nico had stopped crying, Will shifted so he was facing him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Nico sniffled and shook his head, paused, then nodded. The couple had done this several times before. They would meet up here, sit together until they were both feeling better, then talk about what was bothering them. They had even found ways to keep each other calm while talking about not-so-fun topics. Will fidgeted when he was upset, and Nico- surprisingly- liked hugs and reminders that he wasn't alone. They often ended up playing with each other's hair as they talked.

Will smiled gently. His gaze drifted to a large patch of white flowers at the edge of the clearing. He walked over and picked a large handful of them, then returned to Nico's side. Will smiled and tucked one of the flowers behind Nico's ear, then sat down next to him. He heard Nico take a shaky breath and listened intently as Nico quietly told Will about his nightmare.

"I was back... there, again," he whispered. The 'there' in this situation, of course, referred to Tartarus. Nico had been slowly reliving his trials across the hellscape in his dreams. Though Will tried not to let it show- for Nico's sake- his boyfriend worried him. He had been listening to Nico recount his nightmares for the past two and a half weeks, with each day getting darker and darker. Of course, he wouldn't want to add anything to Nico's fears, so he kept the depth of his concern to himself, opting instead to comfort Nico in any way possible.

By the time Nico had finished recalling his nightmare, Will had weaved the flowers into a delicate crown. He set the crown on top of Nico's midnight curls with a gentle smile and a light kiss, then wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist.

"It's going to be okay, Nico. You're here now. You're safe." Now, neither of the boys were stupid. They both knew that they- any demigods, in fact- were never entirely safe. But just hearing Will say that, being held close, listened to... Nico felt better. Will looked up at the sky and breathed in deeply.

"It's going to be dark soon. We should get back to camp." Nico nodded. They both stood and, holding hands the entire way, walked slowly back to camp.

~About a week later~

Nico frowned. Something felt off. He and Will were in their normal meeting spot. Nico had been quietly telling his boyfriend about his latest nightmares, but had trailed off. The birds had gone silent suddenly, and the temperature dropped. He froze and scanned the shadows beneath the trees and spotted... something. It was large and dark, and slowly slinking towards them.

"What is it?" Will asked quietly. Nico didn't answer. He stood slowly and reached for his sword. Then he cursed quietly under his breath as he realized he'd left it in his cabin. A stupid mistake. He glanced over to see Will instinctively reach for his bow, then realize that he, too, had left his weapon at camp. Nico looked back at the dark figure in the woods, which had grown significantly in size as it neared. He turned to Will and grabbed his hand.

"Will, I need you to trust me. When I give the cue, you run to that tree." He pointed to a larger tree on the other side of the clearing, in the opposite direction from the tree. Will looked at him for a moment, concern shining in his eyes. Then he took a deep breath and nodded.

"I trust you." Nico slowly let go of Will's hand. He reached down and touched his fingertips to the ground at his feet. The dirt around his hand bubbled as if it were boiling. The sharp tip of a bone bladed throwing dagger raised from the ground. Nico carefully picked up the weapon and clutched its hilt. He studied it for a moment, then decided it would be effective as a last resort. Just what he needed.

He heard a low growl from not far behind him. He tensed, and saw Will do the same. Then, in one fluent motion, he spun around and threw the dagger at the monster. He was no child of Apollo, so the blade didn't kill the monster, but it did it's intended job: confuse it.

"Now!" Nico said loudly. He and Will turned in perfect unison and sprinted out of the clearing. As soon as their feet touched the shadows, Nico grabbed Will's hand. The shadows grew suddenly darker, and both boys vanished.

~~~

Nico didn't really know where they were going to end up. Usually, when he shadow travelled, he had a place in mind. This time, though, the only thing running through his mind was 'Get me and Will out of here safely.' At least that part was effective.

Nico and Will reappeared suddenly, stumbling out of the shadows and collapsing in a heap in the light. After a moment, Will groaned and pulled himself into a sitting position. A wave of nausea rolled over him, and it took all his will power not to vomit. He must have gone pale because when Nico sat up and looked at him, he laughed despite him not looking much better.

"Yeah, probably should've warned you before doing that. First times the worst, don't worry." Will pushed himself off the floor and to his feet. He glared down at Nico, but Nico saw the faint smile playing at his boyfriend's lips. Nico clumsily stood and brushed the dirt and dust off his clothes. He looked around.

"Where..." he was about to ask, but stopped short as he saw the giant banner hung from the ceiling. It read 'Bunker Nine'. He exhaled. Of course he would wind up in the ONE building he didn't know the exit too. And supper had already started, so Leo would be at the dining hall. And Nico was too tired to shadow travel again. Meaning... they were stuck there.

At least, he thought so.

A loud clang echoed through the large room, followed by a string of what Nico assumed were not so friendly Spanish words. Smoke poured out of a machine in the middle of the room. Will and Nico shot each other surprised looks. As they made their way through the various potentially dangerous projects and machines towards the smoking one, a disgruntled looking Leo Valdez crawled out from under the machine. He halfheartedly patted out the flames in his hair as he grumbled at a stack of blueprints on a nearby table. Realizing that Leo had no idea they were there, Will cleared his throat to get his attention. Leo jumped and spun around to face them.

"Who- what are you guys doing here? How did you GET IN here?" As Nico explained why they were there, Will took a moment to study Leo. Leo looked... awful, to say the least. His hair was a mess and he was covered in dirt and grease, which really wasn't something new, but it was worse than usual. The bags under his eyes were so dark they could've passed as eye shadow. He looked exhausted. His hands trembled but had none of the nervous energy they usually did. And he looked like he was starving, he was so thin. Come to think of it, Will couldn't remember seeing Leo around Camp at all lately, not even at the campfire or in the dining pavilion. Will's instinct kicked in, and he interrupted Nico.

"My gods, Leo! When was the last time you slept? Or ate something?" Leo stared at him for a moment, then frowned and muttered to himself. He glanced nervously around the workshop before his gaze stilled, staring down at the ground by his feet. He shifted uncomfortably.

"Uh... what day is it?" Nico laughed but cut off abruptly when Leo flinched. He didn't look up from the floor. Will's brow creased with worry.

"Leo... when did you last take a break from your, um... work? What was the date?" Leo shifted uncomfortably again. His trembling fingers nervously against his tool belt. He seemed to think for a minute.

"It was... the fifth, I think." Nico's eyes widened. Will's stomach sunk. He rubbed the back of his neck as he glanced anxiously over at his boyfriend. They seemed to come to a silent understanding. Nico nodded slowly, then vanished. Leo jumped slightly in surprise. After a few seconds, he seemed to relax a bit, as if Nico's presence had had him on edge, but he still wouldn't look Will in the eye. Will spoke in a soft voice.

"So you haven't ate or slept in three days?" Leo flinched slightly. He looked down at the blueprints on the table next to him, running his fingertips thoughtfully over the papers.

"I... lost track of time I guess."

"Lost track of time?"

"...yeah."

"Really? Because it sounds to me like you're avoiding people." Leo laughed lightly. Will noted that it sounded forced. He stepped forward to look at the blueprints on the table. Leo tapped them softly.

"I've been busy." Will slowly realized what the writing on the paper was. He blinked, ever so slightly surprised.

"You're rebuilding Festus? I thought..." He trailed off, deciding not to bring up the explosion. Leo had gotten the cure, by some miracle, and was resurrected, but Festus had been severely damaged. Will had assumed he was unfixable. Then again, this was LEO. Leo smiled sadly.

"Yeah, I've managed to find and repair most of him." Will nodded, understanding where he was coming from.

"You still need to eat. And sleep. And generally take care of yourself." Leo sighed. The small amount of energy he had drained out of him.

"I know. I'll... I'll come to dinner tonight." Will nodded encouragingly.

"And get some sleep?" Leo tapped the tabled and bit his lip, not looking up at Will. He seemed... reluctant, to say the least. Will sighed.

"Leo, you really do need to sleep," he said sternly. Leo put a hand over his mouth to stifle a sob, and Will realized with a jolt that his friend was crying. He immediately realized it was probably his fault, too. He put a hand on Leo's shoulder. He lowered his voice to a whisper.

"Is there a certain reason you're avoiding sleep. If so, I could try to help-" He internally winced as his voice cracked slightly. Leo took a shaky breath, shaking his head.

"I can't, Will. YOU can't." Will frowned slightly in confusion. Can't what? Sleep? Help? He thought for a moment.

"I know it's not my business, really, but if you're having nightmares... I-I helped Nico with his, maybe I could..." He stuttered. Leo went silent for a moment. He silently wiped away the tears from his face, leaving streaks of grime across his cheeks.

"Would... COULD you?" he asked quietly after several minutes. Will nodded.

"I'll do anything I can to help you."

~The Next Day~

Leo fidgeted nervously. He had quickly tidied up his workshop, taken a shower, and was currently sitting cross-legged on one of the tables that were usually covered in spare parts, tools, and blueprints. He glanced at the watch on his wrist, then at the door. He frowned and tapped his fingers against his knee. Maybe Will had forgotten, or decided he wasn't worth the trouble. He was about to give up when suddenly the door swung open.

"Sorry I'm late, Cecil broke his wrist and everyone else was busy so I had to take care of him-" Will rambled, flustered and out of breath, probably from running here. Leo smiled slightly and shrugged.

"It's fine." Will smiled gratefully and hopped up to sit on the table next to Leo. Leo tapped his fingers against the table and took a deep breath.

"So... where do we start?" Will thought for a moment.

"Well... If you're comfortable with it, you could tell me what's keeping you from sleeping. Sometimes just talking about it helps. Only if you're okay with it, of course." Leo stayed silent for a moment. He fidgeted with some pipe cleaners and paper clips he had pulled out from his tool belt, twisting them together absentmindedly.

"I... have nightmares. Well, more like flashbacks, really." Will raised an eyebrow.

"Flashbacks?" Leo nodded.

"Yeah. It's like I'm reliving my... my death. Every night." Will looked at Leo.

"You don't have to tell me about it, if it makes you nervous." Leo took a shaky breath.

"No. No, I want... I need to tell someone about this." He fell silent for a moment, then started to recount his nightmares, slowly and carefully. He told Will everything, from the moment of the explosion to waking up on Festus's back. By the time he had finished, he was crying. Will had his arm wrapped around Leo's shoulder comfortingly. After a moment of silence, Leo looked up at Will with a ghost of a smile.

"Thank you. Believe it or not, that really helped." Will smiled kindly.

"Of course. I'll always make time to listen." His eyes caught the time on Leo's watch, and he sighed lightly.

"I have to get back to the infirmary. We can talk more after dinner, if you would like." Leo sniffled a bit and nodded.

"I... would like that." He looked down at his hands. He had unintentionally created a small makeshift helicopter, similar to the one he had made at the Grand Canyon what felt like ages ago. He wound it up and launched it into the hair. Both boys laughed quietly as it flew in a wide circle before crashing into the 'Bunker Nine' banner and falling to the floor. Will hopped down off the table and walked to the door.

"Hey, Will?" Leo said, louder than he had spoken all day. Will stopped and looked over his shoulder at his friend. Leo smiled.

"Really, thank you."

~~~

So, yeah. Will talked with Leo several more times in the following weeks, checking in on him and giving advice. He also continued to meet up with Nico (obviously). Eventually, he also helped Percy and Annabeth with their nightmares and fears that Tartarus had left them with, and in what felt like no time at all, Camp Half-Blood had a full therapy program.

The demigods were healing, finally.

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ohmyhera · 4 years

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Headcanon #7

Imagine these two’s first real Halloween together as a couple

•Okay I feel like the one who surprisingly goes all out for Halloween is Will

•Actually it’s the entire Apollo cabin + some of the Hecate kids, it all starts on October 1st

•Nico walks into the Apollo cabin to greet Will and is very confused by the sound of spooky scary skeletons playing

•There’s only a few of them there, why must it be so loud?

•Will just laughs at his boyfriends confused face and the other campers beg him to summon some skeletons

•Nico does and is even more confused when the Hecate kids make the skeletons start dancing

•A few days later Will realizes that Nico was genuinely confused about the whole thing and starts talking about how Halloween is coming up

•Now Nico doesn’t really know what Halloween is—the boy was raised in 1930’s Italy he was catholic for Pete’s sake—but he kinda just nods along anyways

•No one is better at picking out a liar than an Apollo kid so Will keeps pressing him about it until Nico fesses up to having no idea what the holiday is

•When it finally clicks Will has never felt more stupid in his life, of course Nico wouldn’t know about Halloween

•This sends Will on a frenzy to make sure Nico has the best Halloween ever

•While Nico is out on a mini quest he spends time decorating the Apollo Cabin with fake cobwebs and spiders—he’s already given Annabeth the warning to stay away—and by the time Nico comes back it’s completely Halloweenifed

• “So the orange and black are traditional colors?”

• “Exactly”

•He practically begs Chiron to let them use the tv so he can show Nico the joy of Disney channel original Halloween movies

• “So they’re twin witches, and they just so happen to meet on their birthday?”

• “Don’t judge Disney!”

•And Nico falls in love, they sit there all day swaddled up in blankets and Nico thinks he can actually get behind this holiday

•Until the ugly sweaters

•That is where he draws the line

• “Nico just wear the damn sweater!”

• “You’ll have to kill me first!”

• “Me and Thanatos are good buddies so that can be arranged!”

•Will works something out with Chiron and the other campers so that him and Nico’s duties can be covered because he has something special in mind

• “Must we visit Naomi for every holiday tesoro?”

• “We’re not visiting my mama this time baby, you’ll see”

•Of course they go to visit Naomi first. Whenever Will is in town it’s like her mom senses start tingling and she just knows he’s there. Call it a gift from Apollo.

•Now it’s all fun and games until Naomi and Nico start talking because the two are obsessed with each other and making fun of Will

•They sit on the couch and drink pumpkin spice coffee that Nico just had to try while looking over Will’s old Halloween photos

• “And this is the year he was the sun from the Teletubbies-“

• “Mama stop it!”

•Eventually Will makes up some bs excuse about being in town on demigod business and practically drags Nico from the house

•The two walk for an almost unorthodox amount of time until Nico spots a Ferris Wheel coming into view

• “Is this the reason why I’m not training our kids to rip each other’s heads off?”

• “I-I-yes? Do you like it?”

• “Oh Will, I love it!”

•Then Will has a different problem on his hands

•Nico is an absolute child when he’s left to free range

•He’s never seen the boy have so much energy and it’s actually mind boggling

•He also seems to be an adrenaline Junkie which would be all well and good if Will wasn’t a healer.

• “Baby I don’t think this ride is safe-“

• “I can’t hear you, I’m already in line”

•They finish out the afternoon early because he promised Chiron they’d be back by midnight and Nico needed to rest before they shadowtraveled back

•They ended up back at Naomi’s who’s already waiting with cups of apple cider ready to hear about their demigod business

•Will tried to lie, he really did. But Naomi knew and he immediately cracked under the pressure

•He instead took this as an opportunity to make fun of Nico

• “Mama you should’ve seen him-“

• “Will-“

•“He was off faster than a shotgun at the Kentucky derby!“

•Nico wanted to laugh but he couldn’t help but recognize how similar the two honestly were. They both clapped their hands and stomped their feet as they laughed, it was freaky. He thought Will favored Apollo but maybe it was actually Naomi?

•Once the laugh fest was through and the apple cider was gone, Will gave Nico a few Ambrosia tablets—invention curtesy of the Apollo cabin—and sent him straight upstairs to take a nap

•Naomi immediately grills him on the dark haired boy

• “You love this boy don’t you?”

•“I...Of course I do mama, he’s my boyfriend-“

• “You know what I mean Will”

• “...I’ll tell him when I’m ready”

•The two say their goodbye to Naomi and Will’s heart was pounding the entire way back—or maybe he still wasn’t used to shadow travel—but he would tell Nico

•Halloween finally rolled around and Will surprised Nico with matching skeleton onesies

• “I could make you a skeleton for free”

• “...Is that a threat?”

•The whole camp had gone to the extremes of calling activities off and handing out candy to the younger campers

•Nico was in awe at that

• “You mean I get to eat as much as I want?”

• “As much as you want baby, that’s the beauty in the holiday”

•Once the day was through they decided to go back to the the hades Cabin to turn in for the night

•He had planned to tell Nico but the dark haired beat him too

• “Will I um...I’ve been wanting to tell you that I...I feel very strongly about y-“

• “I love you too Nico, so much”

• “Oh thank gods”

•They spend the rest of the night eating candy and sharing scary stories. will wasn’t sure what he was getting into with this because Nico had stories

•Later in the night when Will was fast asleep Nico couldn’t help but think over the last month and smile

•“Will?”

• “Mmyeah baby?”

• “I love Halloween”

A/n Hey guys I hope you liked this one! Sorry for the long wait, I’ve been real busy with school. If you guys want this in the form of a oneshot I’d actually love to write that because I had a lot of fun writing this one.

#Solangelo #solangelo headcanon #Nico Di Angelo #Will Solace #Naomi Solace #Percy jackson and the olympians #Apollo #good ‘ol texas similies #Halloween #Our favorite couple tho

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cabinofimagines · 4 years

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It’s Delicate (Jason Grace xFem!Reader)

A/N: *Walks in with an iced coffee and sunglasses on* So you guys won’t believe the YEAR that I had, but I’m ending it on a good note and with Christmas specials, so the bad vibes can SUCK IT (also Jason and reader are like 20y/o in the story and for reasons they live in New York)

Words: 1,620

Warnings: Angst. But not really. Look, idk what I did but i TRIED- (this is not proofread so beware the mistakes.

Request: Can you pls do a Jason Grace x Reader? Where Jason says something during an argument that'll hurt the reader and they don't make up then Reader almost dies in an attack and he's going to think that it was probably the last thing he said to reader before reader dies but reader lives in the end. Really angsty, please? Lmaoi hope u understand what i just sent u // How about a songfic with Taylor Swifts delicate with Jason x reader?

This ain't for the best My reputation's never been worse, so You must like me for me We can't make Any promises now, can we, babe?

Jason gets the call from Chiron five minutes after he gets home from the busy streets of the city.

Y/N was attacked while going on a quest on her own. Badly. He’s not sure she’ll make it.

He hangs up and sits on the couch, the shock of the news force him to stay still for a moment, trying to process what his old mentor just said.

Y/N was attacked.

She won’t make it.

And all he can think about is how the last thing he said to her was “Sometimes I wonder why are we still together.”

He fucked up, Y/N stormed out of their bedroom and left the apartment without a word, He’d assumed she was staying at camp since it was the second place she thought of as her home besides their place. He hadn’t visited her all those days cause he thought it was better if he kept his distance for a while, they would make up before Christmas anyway.

Phone lights up my nightstand in the black Come here, you can meet me in the back Dark jeans and your Nikes, look at you

Jason spends the next hour calling Piper and Leo, the panic slipping through his voice while he tells them he has to go to camp but he doesn’t want to be alone cause Y/N is dying and he can’t do it, he can’t say goodbye like this. His friends tell him that they’ll be there in a couple of hours and that he just has to be strong in the meantime and go over at camp, that he can’t lose hope yet, cause Y/N might still survive.

He picks up a pair of dark jeans and his shoes, he changes quickly and grabs the keys of his car, passing by the mirror on the entrance. He stops to look at his reflection. It surprises him how utterly devastated he looks after a few hours of contemplating the possibility of losing his girlfriend.

This scares him, he doesn’t want to know how will he look after a month without Y/N.

He stops a taxi and tells them indications of where they need to drive. The driver gives him a weird look but says nothing, obeying after Jason shows him the few dollars he has with him.

While he’s inside the car with nothing else but his own thoughts, he can’t help but think of her, of how stupid he was when they fought.

Is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head? 'Cause I know that it's delicate (delicate) Is it cool that I said all that Is it too soon to do this yet?

“Jason for the last time, can you please just clean the table when you’re not working on your project?” Y/N asks, pushing away some blueprints and accidentally dropping some on the floor.

“Hey, can you at least be careful with those?” Jason retorts, standing up from the couch and leaving his laptop abandoned on the coffee table, “if I lose one the gods that are left with no altars will hunt me down”

“Well, is not my fault that you’re so messy,” She groans, sitting in front of her plate and staring at him, “I don’t like that you spend so much time doing those, you’ve been on this project since we were seventeen, Jason. You have to finish it.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do,” He grumbles, harshly taking the blueprints from the table and walking away towards their room, “I work all the time so i can finish and you stop bickering about it.”

“Bickering?” Y/N asks offended, “excuse me? I’m just worried about you!”

“Really? Cause it sounds more like you’re tired of me” He replies from the bedroom.

Y/N stands up and goes to the room, she sees Jason there, carefully putting the blueprints inside a drawer.

“I’m not tired of you, don’t be stupid,” She crosses her arms, “I’m just sick of seeing these all over the house, why don’t you keep them in one place?”

“Cause they’re too many.”

“Well take some to camp, I know they’ll be safe back there.”

“I can’t, I need to have them with me in case I have to make changes.”

“Changes?” She huffs, “Jason, they don’t need changes, they need to be done.”

“I know that!” He groans, finally turning around and frowning, “it’s easy for you to say it, you’re not doing anything, you just go to school and come back here to eat and sleep, oh, how busy is your life.”

“Oh, shut up,” Y/N retorts, “you don’t know all the assignments I have to do to keep my good grades. And I wasn’t judging your productivity, by the way, but you’re just stressed and in a bad mood, so whatever, I’m not gonna fight with you.”

“Oh, you’re not gonna fight? You were the one who started,” He scowls, “you come home and you complain, we do nothing but fight and argue about the altars. Gods, sometimes I even wonder why are we still together.”

Long night, with your hands up in my hair Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs Stay here, honey, I don't wanna share 'Cause I like you

He arrives at camp at midnight, the snow outside the limits of camp cuts short where Thalia’s tree is, a clear sign of magic. He walks fast towards the big house, luckily for him, no harpies try to eat him and he gets to the door safely. He pushes it open.

“Chiron?” He asks out loud, “Mr. D?”

He walks towards the stairs and goes to the second floor, immediately he sees the light coming from one of the rooms on his right and get closer, opening the door without knocking.

Inside there’s a young demigod that he doesn’t know and Chiron in his wheelchair.

“You can go to sleep, Mylo,” Says the centaur, looking over at the young boy.

The demigod looks over at Jason in mild admiration. The younger groups do that a lot, knowing all about the prophecy of the seven, and how he and his friends saved the world. Jason gives him a polite smile and walks in, holding his breath.

Y/N is asleep, but her skin looks drained from any color and her lips look chapped. When he gets closer, Chiron starts to explain the situation.

“Y/N was in a mission to get rid of a group of Cyclops, one of their arrows went through her abdomen and another went through her shoulder blade. She got to escape and call for help but when we found her she was unconscious... Mylo did all he could to take care of her, he’s Apollo’s.”

Jason sat miserably on the chair where Mylo was moments ago, he carefully reached to touch her hair, with erratic movements he put a strand behind her ear and then held her hand tightly like it was the only thing keeping her tied to the mortal world.

“I’ll leave you alone,” Chiron left the room and closed the door behind him.

Jason felt helpless, it all looked so definitive like everyone already had accepted Y/N’s death. He couldn’t, as long as her breathing was steady, he would have hope and he was determined to wait forever.

He needed her to stay.

Sometimes I wonder when you sleep Are you ever dreaming of me?

Two days had gone by and Y/N showed no sign of waking up, Leo and Piper made sure to leave food so Jason would eat, sometimes even staying in the room with him and trying to cheer him up, but Jason never really paid attention to what they were saying, his eyes were on her all the time, waiting, hoping to see her move, or even talk in her sleep, anything that could let him know she was still alive.

Was she dreaming? If so, about what... was her mortal life or her demigod life?

Did she dream about him? Maybe forgave him, or maybe she would once she woke up to him sitting next to her bed, always waiting for her. All he knew was that he was ready to say anything just to get her back, he would stop working, he would drop anything just to be able to see her smile one more time.

Yeah, I want you

It was Christmas Eve when the Gods heard his prayers.

His eyes opened slowly, the dim light passing through the window warmed the room, barely, since he still felt cold on the tip of his fingers. A distant whimper stirred him up, and it became stronger as he straightened up on his chair, staring at the girl without fully comprehending, his mind too fuzzy.

Then, Y/n opened her eyes, she frowned and tried to cover her face from the sun, but her hand was intertwined with Jason’s. When she felt it, her stare fixed on him.

“Jason?” She asked in a hoarse voice, “what..?”

“You’re awake,” He whispered.

Before she could add another word, Jason started rambling.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. What I said was stupid, and you were right, I was stressed and moody, and you were just worried... then you left...”

“Jason, I... I died?”

“No,” He shook his head, voice trembling, “no, you’re okay. You’ll be okay.”

“I...” Y/N stares at the bruises on her arms and the bandages around the torso, “I was reckless, going on my own. I’m sorry, I should’ve never...”

“You did what a demigod it’s supposed to do. You’re a hero. And I love you for that,” Jason lifted her hand carefully and kissed her knuckles, “I’ll always will. What I said, about not knowing why are we still together. It was a delicate subject but, I know now.”

Is it cool that I said all that Is it too soon to do this yet? 'Cause I know that it's delicate (delicate) 'Cause I like you

“What is it, then?” His girlfriend asked quietly.

“It’s cause we want it that way,” He smiles, “because we’re meant to be. And I still like you so much...”

“I can’t argue against that,” She replied, with weariness, a faint smirk on her face.

“Yeah,” He grinned, cleaning the tears that were starting to fall, “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Grace.”

Jason could now say, he got his own Christmas miracle.

#pjo imagine #pjo writing #jason grace imagine #Jason Grace x Reader #hoo imagine #Danny's writing #jason grace

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Key: Fluff (❀) Angst (☆) Smut (☾) Completed Series (✓) Incomplete Series (✗)

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Jikook

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And Back Again by novilunar II ☆ ☾

Summary: Jimin wishes he could stay away from Jungkook. (FWB!AU)

Length of story: 3.1k words

Warnings: None

The Good Doctor by snarcsics II ☾

Summary: Jungkook’s your basic sex addict. Troubled, distant, angry, and somewhat cocky, however Jimin suspects that was there long before Jungkook became an addict.

Length of story: 11.4k words

Warnings: Sex addiction

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Taekook

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cause when you look like that, never ever wanted to be so bad by centurystorm II ☾ ✓

Summary: The TA for Jungkook’s chemistry class is fine as hell but no way is that why he enjoys chem class. (Lies, all lies). AKA the “oh no you spilled a chemical and now you have to use the emergency lab shower” AU. (College!AU)

Length of story: 2 parts/11.4k words

Warnings: Top!Jungkook, bottom!Taehyung, oral sex, blowjobs, semi public sex, spanking, dirty talk, anal sex, anal fingering, come eating

flowers love the sun by bootaeful II ❀ ☆ ☾ ✓

Summary: Taehyung, a beautiful mortal, had caught the eye of Jungkook, a god. Based on the Greek myth of Apollo and his mortal lover Hyacinthus.

Length of story: 2 parts/12.2k words

Warnings: Blood, death

Preach by bruhnam299 II ☆ ☾ ✓

Summary: It had been of their kingdom’s tradition to have a young lad or lass selected for the princes of the kingdom, for purposes justifiable by the princes themselves. They say that upon selection, you live a life of royalty just as the kings and queens do. Taehyung does not believe this; he knows that his life will be one of a sex slave if he were ever to be selected.

Length of story: 3 parts/12.9k words

Warnings: Top!Jungkook, bottom!Taehyung, dom/sub, anal sex, oral sex

Not My Delivery by winter_taebum II ❀ ☾ ✓

Summary: In which Jungkook believed that the person ringing his doorbell was his best friend Jimin along with the pet cat that he was 'supposed' to adopt. Jungkook was never really a 'cat' kind of person but he was willing to have a go at looking after a new furry playmate. Besides, whether it be cats or dogs, he was an animal lover in general. That being said, what shows up in front of his front door instead was neither of that but a beautiful man with breathtakingly sharp feline features and glowing skin instead..Jungkook stares blankly at the stranger in front of his door and what came next was jaw dropping. "Are you my master?" The beautiful male purrs.

Length of story: 3 parts/19.3k words

Warnings: Top!Jungkook, bottom!Taehyung, praise kink, barebacking, master/pet, anal sex, anal fingering, dry orgasm, orgasm delay/denial

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You Make Me Ssstutter by hauntedaffair II ❀

Summary: “For here or to go?” Taehyung asked sweetly. “Yes.” Jeongguk blurted.…Fuck my life. Jeongguk could almost cry. Burn me in hellfire right now. Taehyung is a cute barista and Jeongguk experiences multiple mental breakdowns. (Coffee Shop!AU)

Length of story: 1.6k words

Warnings: None

Hate Me, Love Me (Everybody Wants to Kiss Me) by parmajeon II ☾

Summary: Jeon Jeongguk never wanted to kiss someone while knocking the living daylights out of them so badly before. (Or: jeongguk is stuck between saying 'fuck you' and 'fight me' and ends up saying 'fuck me' to taehyung in the middle of a fight). (High School!AU, Enemies to Lovers!AU)

Length of story: 2.7k words

Warnings: Slight smut

Love Is Easy by xsmallathenabug II ❀

Summary: Taehyung accidentally says “I love you” to the guy on the other line while ordering a pizza and gets a “Love you too” followed by a "I hope you’re not expecting a discount on the pizza just cause we confessed our undying love for each other.”

Length of story: 2.9k words

Warnings: None

Badabing-Badaboom (We Should Fall in Love Baby) by bruhnam299 II ❀

Summary: Taehyung is so utterly confused. Jimin is a gym enthusiast (who drags Taehyung to his doom). And Jungkook isn't following up on the latest dating etiquette on how to do feelings (or ask someone out). Like. At all. Yugyeom gets pulled into all of this shit (and remains disloyal 'till the end).

Length of story: 3.1k words

Warnings: Scent kink

Let Me Lie Tangent to Your Curves by parmajeon II ❀

Summary: Taehyung didn't think grocery shopping would be that eventful until he almost gets arrested and finds himself face-to-face with an angel. (Aka the au where Taehyung gets his hand stuck in a car window after trying to carry out a heist and its midnight and hes alone in the parking lot and shit shit shit the owner is approaching and he's super hot??)

Length of story: 3.1k words

Warnings: None

Hit Me Like a Tidal Wave by parmajeon II ❀

Summary: Taehyung is a lifeguard at a beach and Jeongguk is an innocent beach-goer. Cue Jeonguk almost drowning, Taehyung actually drowning, and what should have been mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

Length of story: 3.4k words

Warnings: None

Take Me Home by puddlesofme II ❀ ☆

Summary: “It’s the middle of the night and i’m walking home alone in the dark and there’s this guy following me and he’s starting to gain on me and i found this phone booth with a lock on the door and I tried to call my best friend but my hands were shaking so badly I accidentally dialed the wrong number and i don’t even know you but help me” au

Length of story: 4k words

Warnings: None

Until the End of the World by parmajeon II ☆

Summary: Taehyung and Jeongguk are best friends, and that's all they'll ever be. (College!AU)

Length of story: 4.3k words

Warnings: Mentions of sex

Time’s Ticking by parmajeon II ❀ ☾

Summary: Jeongguk might have magic older than time itself, but Taehyung’s tongue works its own kind of magic. (or: the au where jeongguk is literally the fountain of youth and explorer Tae decides he's gotta suck his dick to reap the benefits). (College!AU)

Length of story: 5.2k words

Warnings: None

Date Me by flywithtaetae II ❀ ♡

Summary: Taehyung flirts with the cute high school boy and relishes in the flustered reaction he gets for almost an entire year. But when the following year comes along, he finds himself choking on his own words. (Coffee Shop!AU)

Length of story: 5.4k words

Warnings: None

Snow by gukvee, jeons_v II ❀

Summary: Taehyung is obsessed with snow filters and he bumps into Jeongguk in a grocery store with his face shoved into his mobile phone screen.

Length of story: 6.1k words

Warnings: None

Stuffed Drumsticks and Cotton Candy Kisses by parmajeon II ❀ ☾

Summary: Taehyung is really good at precision-based games and Jeongguk is really good at strength-based games. Together, they amass a terrifying number of prizes before being kicked out of the carnival.

Length of story: 6.5k words

Warnings: Slight smut

Snap Streak (author unknown) II ❀

Summary: "who dat qt boi on ur story?" Aka: in which Kim Taehyung discovers the love of his life on Park Jimin's snapchat story.

Length of story: 7k words

Warnings: Sexual content (not smut)

Melt in Your Mouth (Not in Your Hands) by mindheist II (+ Jimin) ☾

Summary: What happens at a rave stays at a rave—except this one.

Length of story: 7.4k words

Warnings: Mentions of drugs and drinking

The Dawn Before the Sun Rises by internetpistol II ❀

Summary: It all started when Kim Taehyung almost impaled Jeon Jungkook with a pink umbrella. (College!AU)

Length of story: 8.1k words

Warnings: Mentions of sex

We Only Have Red Bull to Thank by parmajeon II ❀ ☆ ☾

Summary: “But lately,” Taehyung��s mind flashes back to the instance where Jeongguk had literally brought them outside when Taehyung suggested they ‘go out.’ “It’s not the same anymore. We’re on two different wavelengths and it’s fucking weird considering most friendships like this are ruined after the two people date, not before one of them even gets to confess.” (Or: 5 times when Taehyung tries to confess and Jeongguk just doesn't get it + the 1 time he does)

Length of story: 8.6k words

Warnings: None

You’re My Type by dom_joonie II ❀

Summary: “Taehyung turns away from the commotion to look up at the blue sky, but before he can tilt his head all the way back a six-pack catches his eye and, of course, everything goes south from there.” In which Taehyung has a crush on the lifeguard of the local pool, and his thirst cannot be contained. Especially not when eye-candy like THAT is walking around.

Length of story: 8.7k words

Warnings: Drinking, sexual/suggestive content

Been There All Night by Bangtanbananas II ☆ ☾

Summary: Taehyung never planned to fall head over heels for Jeon Jungkook but it just sort of...happened. And he didn't realize the extent of his feelings until Park Jimin walked into their lives and ruined everything. Or the lawyer au where Taehyung gets jealous and becomes a petty bitch. (Office!AU, Lawyer!AU)

Length of story: 9.1k words

Warnings: Drinking

Jingle My Bells by parmajeon II ❀

Summary: When Jungkook met Taehyung on the Polar Express, he didn't expect to see him twelve years later on campus yelling, "Santa Watch Team! Please sign up!”

Length of story: 9.4k words

Warnings: None

Drink Up Baby (It’s Poison) (author unknown) II ❀

Summary: Love thy enemy or better yet, make them fall in love with you (Harry Potter!AU).

Length of story: 10.9k words

Warnings: Drinking

If You Love Me, Let Me Go by buttstrife II ☆ ☾

Summary: They’re alone in Jungkook’s bedroom. There’s a song playing faintly from the speakers of Jungkook’s phone. The lyrics go like this: Oh, my heart hurts so good. I love you, babe, so bad, so bad. Taehyung is his love, his best friend, his soulmate – Jungkook is sure of it. Taehyung is a famous actor/model, and Jungkook is one of many who fall for him.

Length of story: 11.5k words

Warnings: Drugs, mentions of drinking, major character death

Hercules by GinForInk II ❀ ☾

Summary: Taehyung forgets his strength kink until Jungkook picks him up during a group project meeting.

Length of story: 11.6k words

Warnings: Implied/referenced homophobia, light masochism

dating for dummies by sugasus II ❀

Summary: In which Twitter is evil, Jeon Jungkook is a bit tsundere, Park Jimin is satan and Kim Taehyung may or may not have a boyfriend.

Length of story: 12k words

Warnings: None

oh, for the love of god by florations II ❀ ☆

Summary: What could go wrong with falling in love with your best friend? Not a lot, to be honest. That happens to people all the time. But what if said best friend is the God of Love and you're the God of Death? Then a lot. A lot of things could go wrong. Or conversely: What the fuck, Jeon Jeongguk.

Length of story: 12.6k words

Warnings: None

maps to you by antiking II ❀

Summary: There is a dick on his face. There is a big, bold dick drawn onto his face in black permanent marker, and though Jungkook scrubs and scrubs and scrubs until his forehead is red, he only succeeds in smudging it around. He pumps a fistful of soap onto the towel and renews his efforts with twice the vigor. He has hagwon later today, and he’d rather step on Legos than go there like this. Maybe, he thinks, pausing for a second to examine the state of the dick, his parents will allow him to skip just this once. Does this count as a medical emergency? Jungkook isn’t sure, but his hands are shaky and the towel is shaky and he’s growing more panicked by the second because it won’t come off. He’s going to die. He’s going to die of public humiliation in front of everyone, and then he’s going to come back to life and kill his soulmate, because who the fuck draws a dick on their forehead knowing full well that it’ll show up on someone else, too? (Soulmate!AU, College!AU)

Length of story: 13.1k words

Warnings: Suggestive content

Let Me Hear You Scream by parmejeon II (+ Yoonmin) ❀

Summary: “We both rode as singles on this giant roller coaster and I didn’t realize how afraid of heights I really was and you don’t seem scared so please let me hold your hand for emotional support.”

Length of story: 13.1k words

Warnings: Suggestive content

you’re my earth (the center of my day) by taetastic II ❀ ☆ ☾

Summary: He likes watching the colors dance in Taehyung's wings when they catch on the light of the sunrise, and the golden glow of his fingers when he brushes them over flowers and plants. (Fantasy!AU, Werewolf!AU, Fairy!AU).

Length of story: 14.3k words

Warnings: Blood, violence, death

Get Me Out Of My Mind (Get You Out Of Those Clothes) by taekookmusings II ❀ ☆ ☾

Summary: Taehyung never thought he'd fall in love with his roommate. Then again, he never thought his roommate would have been a literal gift from god either. (College!AU)

Length of story: 15.8k words

Warnings: Drinking

Let My Body Do The Work by seikou II ☆ ☾

Summary: Seriously, this is agonizing. He didn’t ask for this. His goal isn’t this and yet he finds himself moving his arms to Jungkook’s prompting and misery really loves Taehyung’s company. Gym is frustrating. (College!AU)

Length of story: 17.2k words

Warnings: None

I was told there’d be cookies by mintsoda II ❀

Summary: “Taehyung, this is a very special present I have here,’ Namjoon holds it up for Taehyung to see and Taehyung blinks at it, bottom lip jutted out a little, 'I would like you to deliver it for me. Could you do that for me, Taehyungie?' 'Really? Me? It's my turn finally?' he asks a little too fast, taking the box out of Namjoon's hands to observe it carefully but with a pinch of curiosity. 'What's in there?' 'It's something very important, please be careful with it. It’s for a young man called Jeon Jungkook. It’s a special gift, something really, really precious, you see?" When Christmas elf Taehyung accompanies Santa to the human world on his first ever present shower – Santa forgets to take Taehyung back home with him. Luckily for him, his first present delivery is for aspiring baseball player Jeon Jungkook who, as he finds out, must have had a very peculiar Christmas wish: milk and Taehyung's favourite cookies. (Elf!AU)

Length of story: 18.1k words

Warnings: None

Toads and Periwinkle by Kavbj II ❀ ☾ ♡

Summary: Jungkook’s kinda cursed (like really cursed) and Taehyung’s kinda a witch (like really not a great one but he tries).

Length of story: 18.2k words

Warnings: None

Body Ache by lethallergic II ☆ ☾

Summary: If you listen closely, there are two boys connected so deeply their hearts beat as one. (Or the one where Taehyung desperately needs an accompanist and Jungkook appears to be his only option.) (

Length of story: 18.8k words

Warnings: Smoking

Here Fishy Fishy by Kavbj II ❀ ☆ ☾ ♡

Summary: Taehyung's a real fish out of water (no like, for real) and Jungkook just saved him from drowning. (College!AU, Merman!AU)

Length of story: 21.5k words

Warnings: None

Shark in the Water by mindheist II ❀ ♡

Summary: As far as fairy tales go, this one doesn’t have a lot of fairies. Tales, yes. Tails, that is. Just the one. One (1) tail.

Length of story: 30.6k words

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, suggestive content

Frooty Loopy (author unknown) II ❀ ☾ ♡

Summary: "We both reached for the last box of Froot Loops and I don't care that we're both adults I will fight you.” In which Taehyung fights Jungkook to the death for a box of artificially flavored and colored loops.

Length of story: 31k words

Warnings: Mentions of smoking/drugs, drinking

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Vmin

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Friends Won’t Let Friends be Sexually Frustrated by staycute1234 II ☾

Summary: Jimin runs into Jungkook on the basketball courts, the younger male leaving him in a sexually frustrated mess. Thankfully his roommate, Taehyung, helps him out. (College!AU)

Length of story: 3k words

Warnings: None

In The Same Boat by pornographicpenguin II ☾

Summary: "You want to what?" "Dock," Jimin says. Taehyung blinks. "You mean like...with a boat?"

Length of story: 3.8k words

Warnings: Docking

call me (whenever you want me) by jhopeg II ❀ ☆ ☾

Summary: Jimin should’ve known that mixing alcohol with his feelings was never a good idea. Because he sure as hell didn’t need to accidentally call a guy (whose voice was incredibly hot) offering sex to him. Over the phone. (College!AU, FWB!AU).

Length of story: 23.3k words

Warnings: Drinking, top!tae, bottom!jimin

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Yoonmin

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assembly required (author unknown) II ❀

Summary: "It's like 3am and I'm exhausted and I can hear you raging next door about failing to put together an Ikea bed so here I am helping you and holy shit you're cute.” (College!AU)

Length of story: 3.9k words

Warnings: None

Movie Night by sungmin II (+ Taehyung) ☾

Summary: "Maybe we could try messing with one of the other members." He can almost hear Jimin's ears perk up. "What do you mean? Like a prank?" "No," Yoongi says, "I mean like mess around with one of them. You know, fluster him. Make him sweat a little at the very least."

Length of story: 4.5k words

Warnings: None

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Taegi

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Brownies? (author unknown) II ❀ ☾ ✓

Summary: There was an unspoken rule in the music industry, never accept food from fans. So it was no surprise to Min Yoongi when he saw Kim Taehyung happily accepting just that. Or: Taehyung eats poisoned food that gives him fox ears and a tail and Yoongi has a good time.

Length of story: 2 parts/16.9k words

Warnings: Fox hybrid!Taehyung, hand jobs, blow jobs, rimming, praise kink, top!Yoongi, bottom!Taehyung, hyung kink (slight), anal fingering, anal sex, cum play, butt plugs, cum swallowing, masturbation

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First Time at the Rodeo by parmejeon II ❀

Summary: Yoongi doesn't like loud and obnoxious people. Or people at all, actually. Enter Kim Taehyung with wide pants and a smile that could rival the sun's.

Length of story: 1.3k words

Warnings: None

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Namkook

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The Curse of Curves by snotboy II ☾ ✓

Summary: An explanation as to why Jungkook had a boner during the Billboard video.

Length of story: 2 parts/2.8k words

Warnings: None

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Vhope

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Truth or Dare (Cause I double dare you) by 2kitsune II ☾

Summary: Hoseok and Taehyung are forced to kiss, again. “So, you want to do a friend with benefits kind of thing?” Hoseok asks. “No,” Taehyung starts, eyes firmly stuck on the single window they have in their room. “We’ll just be friends who occasionally kiss,” He pauses, and his gaze flicks back to Hoseok, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “If that’s okay with you.”

Length of story: 7.3k words

Warnings: None

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Namjin

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Bet You Won’t by Iridescentpulse II ❀ ☾

Summary: Seokjin choked on the rice he was trying to eat, eyes wide and the tips of his ears burning. He turned his startled gaze toward Taehyung, who just sat grinning at his friend struggling to breathe. Jimin quickly handed him his own drink, and after a few gulps, his throat was clear, but his brain struggled to grasp what the younger man had just said - "I'm sorry, could you run that by me again?" “I dare you to take a selfie while having sex with Namjoon." Taehyung dares Seokjin to take a selfie while having sex with Namjoon, and the group chat ends up getting more than it bargained for. (College!AU)

Length of story: 2.9k words

Warnings: None

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Multiple Members

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go all day, go all night (i’m a beast) by sungmin II (Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi & Hoseok) ☾

Summary: It’s safe to say that Jimin is a bit of an exhibitionist.

Length of story: 10.2k words

Warnings: Foursome, food kink, asphyxiation.

#bts #bts fic #bts fluff #bts smut #jikook #taekook #vmin #yoonmin #namjin #vhope #namkook #taegi #jimin #taehyung #suga #yoongi #namjoon #rm #jin #seokjin #jungkook #jhope #hoseok

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seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana · 4 years

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@megatraven

I had this thought last night but decided to wait to post it bc Ik you weren’t feeling good sO YEAH.

Idk if I’ve made a post like this before but it’s an AU for our beloved Alex. Not necessarily angst but angst is obviously there but so is fluff so yeah >:)))

SOOOO...I love the deaf AUs >:))). Or the blinds one but deaf are my favorite lol. I just imagine Alex meeting MC for the first time, and late at night I just imagined that maybe when they first met she wasn’t deaf. She could hear completely fine and loved talking to them and being with them (like every AU I put out there djwndb). But after awhile, her hearing became terrible, and then to the point where she couldn’t hear at all.

Alex obviously began learning ASL immediately. They love her and still want to be friends with her, so they were determined to learn ASL. Heck, they learned along with her. And they didn’t treat her different (Josh and MCs mom didn’t treat her different either). Aphrodite and Hades didn’t treat her different either. They treated her like they always did. But it was still hard for MC. She was still young and now she couldn’t hear anything and she was really sad after that. So, she didn’t talk after that. She knew how to talk, but she found it a little pointless.

If she wanted to talk to someone who didn’t know ASL, she would try to talk, but she would always get anxiety about talking because she couldn’t hear herself. She didn’t know if she was too loud, too quiet, or if no one could even understand her. So, if she didn’t feel like talking, she’d just write down what she wanted to say on a piece of paper. It made things a bit easier for her. Plus, she rarely talked bc they didn’t know ASL, so they wouldn’t be able to respond to her properly. She tried to read lips, but she only got words right a few times so it was hard for her.

The only people she felt calm around were Alex, Josh, and her mother. They knew ASL so she didn’t feel the need to try and talk (unless she wanted to) around them or have anxiety.

SO, her and Alex got closer despite the fact that she couldn’t hear. But she still remembers their beautiful voice🥺.

And when she tries to work at H.E.R.A, Alex is WORRIED™️. And Josh is even more worried than normal too. They both know she is a powerful woman and very smart, but they know she won’t be able to hear an attack coming her way. She could feel vibrations, but they doubt she would be able to react in time if an attack was coming straight for her. However, Alex trained her to know how to keep her eyes everywhere. All around her and how to use her ring to protect her. So, they trusted her (like they always do) and believed in her.

And when Deukalion comes around, he is a little confused as to why she can’t hear him. However, once she starts signing he’s like “oh. My bad.” And I feel like Deukalion has a heart and sympathy (...or maybe it’s me wanting to make him look like a little bit of a good guy), so he doesn’t try to involve her because he knows she won’t know if he’s there. He knows she’s at a little disadvantage than others. But events in Alex’s route still happen. Deukalion becomes crazy, targets her (sorta), and yh. And Alex in that boarback scene...They’re even more protective.

They know she can’t rlly call, but she could’ve texted them and they would’ve been there and they’re so destroyed.

PLUS, they’re worried bc shes just at a vulnerable state. He could be right behind her and she wouldn’t know it.

And after all the Deukalion stuff happenes and Alex and MC get together, they’re both so in bliss. MC isn’t scared of being with someone. Because her partner knows sign language, knows how to sign back, and!! They!! Teach!! Her!! Greek!! Sign!! LANGUAGE!!! She feels loved because they understand her and support her and hNNNNG. And let’s say she’s sick and she stays home and is asleep or is doing something, she won’t hear them come home, but instead of being loud or scaring her, they come over to her and just gently place their hand on her back, trying not to scare her. She’s probably surprised, but not scared bc it’s gentle aND ITS ALEX!!

And oh noooo. When Ares comes around...he is just Ares. If you think he’s terrible in general, when he learns shes deaf heS WORSE. He takes advantage of her deafness. He scares her all the time, just talks to her (knowing she can’t hear him) and says terrible insults to her. And she’s a little afraid to tell Alex bc she doesn’t know what he’s saying to her, he could be saying anything and she’s scared to make a deal about something even tho she knows it’s something bad. She’s just worried and scared.

Ares is a little put off by her being deaf and doesn’t rlly want her to be his hero, until he learns she can use the ring and sees what she has done, THEN it makes him put aside the deafness and is doing all of this as a punishment for Alex (and Aphrodite). But Alex and her overtake him bc they’re both gLORIOUS together.

And then when the Hera situation happens...everything is kinda normal. It goes the way it does in Alex’s season 3, but I like to think Zeus has a little more sympathy for her. Idk what he’d do, but just a LITTLE more sympathy for her. I just rlly want Zeus to be a good guy :(.

But yh everything happens normal (sorta), BUT I have some sweet headcannons with deaf!MC

*Alex learned sign language immediately, and actually found it interesting. Hell, they think if they didn’t learn it when they did for MC, they would’ve learned it on their own. It’s very interesting to them lol.

*Alex would always run their hands through MCs hair when they get home. They know it’s stressful for her since she has to be extra extra careful to be safe.

*If MC and Alex went on a job together, Alex would be paying very close attention to MC.

*Aphrodite and Hades are even more proud of MC because she’s done so many great things while not being able to hear aND HNNNG,

*And I like to think maybe one day, she actually can get a hearing aid that CAN help her hear again. Not perfectly and not necessarily “good”, but she can still hear Alex’s voice and that’s all that matters to her.

*She cries when she gets to hear Alex’s voice again.

*And she cries when she gets to hear Jason cry when she first gets to hold him. She can hear him because of her hearing aid and she’s just so happy she at least gets to hear him.

*She can hold a conversation bc she now had a hearing aid and she gets more happy to talk :))).

I don’t have any more bc I love this AU, but I’m not 100% good at the idea fnwndn. BUT YH DEAF MC WOULD BE RLLY CUTE BUT SAD TOO.

And I got this idea by watching a deaf cat video and how she meows REALLY loud (bc she can’t hear obviously) when she sees that her human is home :)). And I like to imagine MC doing that (saying ‘HI’ really loud when she sees Alex) when Alex is home or if she sees them at work. Her demigod is there now :))). And the owner sang the cat a good morning song eVEN THO SHE COULDNT HEAR HER AND I WAS LIKE “OH that radiates Alex energy”. So yh take this AU and I hope you liked it a little bit

I had an idea for this and how it could tie in with my original idea of The Girl in The Blue Dress (ya know. How it goes in with AFK from the post of the original plot) but like...I thought of this idea at midnight...so I forgot how it ties in to Apollo and Rose so mY BAD FJWBDBE. But yh take this and I hope you feel a bit better🥺.

#afk #astoria fates kiss #alex cyprin #astoria fates kiss alex #lovestruck #i love themmm #my writing #its just #SO GOOD #to imagine #im just terrible at writing it out lol #but yh #this could tie in with Apollo and the AFK MC #but i forgot what I thought last night lol

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scandalsavagefanfic · 4 years

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Hello! I would like to ask all the numbers for back to the bleed, but if thats too much i will be happy with 2 and 5. Pretty please and thanks 💜

Oh what the hell, lets do them all. I’m just waiting for a plane anyway.

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

I planned on writing a different sequel (which I’m still going to do) that followed the comics path more closely. After Countdown, Flashpoint happened and folded the WildStorm verse into the main continuity. Apollo and Midnighter remember the time with Jason and when they break up, with nothing better to do, they kind of go looking for him to see how he’s doing. Obviously Midnighter finds Dick working with Spyral instead. But Apollo does find Jason (because that’s awesome juxtaposition and it should have happened in the comics...) and then the Red Hood & Arsenal bit from DC YOU doesn’t happen.

Anywho, Return to the Bleed - Jason having powers and returning to the WildStorm verse - was because of comments on Into the Bleed and Hate’s Such a Strong Word.

2: What scene did you first put down?

I pretty much always write from beginning to end. There are a few exceptions but this isn’t one of them. The first scene I wrote is the first one you see 😊

3: What's your favorite line of narration?

As he watches Bruce tell him, again, how inadequate he has always been--from beyond the grave this time--he tries to harden himself against the way his heart shatters.

Or maybe:

When was the last time someone didn’t try to tell him how broken he was?

4: What's your favorite line of dialogue?

Easy...

“I don’t like it when you treat me like I’m fragile,” the superpowered, invulnerable, sun god objects, “There’s no need to be so delicate with your words. Just say what you have to say, and do it straight

“Fuck that. I don’t do anything straight,” Midnighter jokes.

5: What part was hardest to write?

So far? The second half of chapter two.

I wanted them to fuck. They insisted on talking 😔

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

Um... probably M and Apollo. I love those guys. It’s crazy how much more affection and emotional intelligence they’re capable of compared to the Bats. Frankly, Jason isn’t the only one who would benefit from a relationship with one or both of them (platonic or otherwise).

I forget which part it was in but I described Apollo as the world’s deadliest teddy bear and, even though Midnighter hides it better, the same goes for him. Juxtaposing them with the no-kill-ever Batfam is crazy. Because these two are unapologetic killers of the worst of the worst and part of the reason they aren’t bothered by those lengths is their insane amounts of empathy. Next to them the Bats look like self righteous jerks who place more weight on their rule than actually protecting people.

7: Where did the title come from?

Well, Into the Bleed came from the WildStorm verse’s term for the inbetween space contecting different universes. It’s the Bleed that the Countdown crew were using to travel between worlds.

8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?

Nope.

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

None written. Yet. There’s going to be an alt ending fic. See #1

10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?

Because it’s a sequel to the first fic with this pairing lol. But I picked Midnighter/Apollo/Jason initially because they meet in a Countdown tie-in and I wanted to see them interact more given that The Authority isn’t shy about killing villains and that exact trait is what makes Jason an outcast in his own family.

11: What do you like best about this fic?

Getting Jason some much needed validation from people who understand him and don’t think that he’s a bad person.

12: What do you like least about this fic?

The superpower. It’s fun and WildStorn operates differently than the main superhero verse and I don’t think any of the Bats could run with The Authority and the the shit they face and survive long without a power.

I just keep waffling on how I want it to work.

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn't listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

I listen to the Hozier station on Pandora.

Except, oh, the last month or so. I’ve had the BoP soundtrack on repeat nonstop since I bought it.

I’m not even joking. I don’t know how it hasn’t gotten old yet.

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

Not really?

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

That I love the dynamic between Jason and Midnighter and Apollo 😂

#ask meme #Return to the Bleed #all questions #jason todd #midnighter #apollo

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one-twisted-sister · 4 years

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Strange Encounters

Maybe she just needed to get out more, yea that’s what she needed get out more meet some new trolls and.. pray to every powerful being above and below that she didn't chicken out and back out. Apollo looked at herself in the mirror, was it to much make-up? maybe some of it was removed.. no now it didn't look right when was the last time she put make-up on again? it had been a while that was for sure.

The Candy red wiped her face clean of any and all products before adding her lipstick and a little blush, there that was perfect well to her it was perfect at least. Settling on simple boots, skirt and tank top.. it showed her bra straps though frowning she slipped on a mini jacket looking herself over in the mirror. "Alright Apollo you only live once, make the best of it." She spoke top herself tugging at the jacket before heading out her venture wouldn't take her to far the local pub where a band would be playing some new group from what she could tell, they wouldn't last long just by looking at the advertisements alone. She made sure to keep the colors she wore visible like a damned poisons reptile to keep highbloods that didn't really take a shine to lowbloods away she was gonna have fun damn it. The place was packed more than she would have liked and she even considered leaving and going home and taking the make up off... no! damn it no more hiding she still couldn't shake that feeling, that being there was wrong, it wasn't wrong was it?, no of course not. She took a seat thankfully at a table that was empty that made her feel a little more secure her legs crossing while her eyes were on the stage watching the young artists try and make their break their were eyes on her alright that shocking red of hers caught plenty of eyes.

"S'cuse me miss." A waitress spoke making her jump a hand resting on her chest. "Sorry, yes?." Apollo asked watching as a drink was placed down in front of her. "I didn't or-." "That guy bought it for ya." The woman spoke before walking away her tray under her arm while Apollos eyes looked into the direction the waitress had motioned in, a Sapphireblood whom wiggled their brows at her making those candy red grow and look away back at the drink that had been bought for her, should she drink it?, it would be considered rude right?, if she didn't at least take a sip of it?, it would be wouldn't it.

Maybe in a few minutes she would take a taste she would just- look like she was taken by the band a band that wasn't good at all in her opinion the vocals felt like they were off point, the drummer was fine, the lead was fine it was just the vocals and bass that seemed off, they were new so it could be forgiven by her at least. It was like that for a good few minutes before her eyes went back to the drink that sat in front of her finally moving to pick it up, it was fine, completely fine, very very fine

It... Was....... Fine................... The edge of the glass touched her bottom lip, it smelled odd could of been that she'd never had this before and it was a new smell, do it Apollo, drink, live a little-- the glass was sat down onto the table still full staring at it for a few seconds watching a water bead drip along the side "I'm- I'm pathetic." The words were a whisper for only her to hear as she stood from the table leaving the glass there and heading out of the pub. She chose not to go home though, not yet with arms crossed she headed to the park instead she was more angry than upset angry that she couldn't take that drink, angry that she couldn't just let herself go and take a risk for once for once just not care.

A rock was picked up and thrown into a lake watching the water splash up a bit a sigh passing her lips.

"My why the long face M'dear?." The voice made a cold chill run down her spine making the candy red turn, tall very, very tall a Purpleblood dressed in a suite, striped shirt and pants a top hat atop his head, it was no mistake whom this male was that was for sure. "R-Ringleader." Her little voice shook as she took a step back, his shown were well know for culling lowbloods in the most vile of ways hell he even culled other highbloods if they wronged him. The Ringleader bent down slightly spooking the sheep troll to jump back a little. Every fiber in her body told her to run for the hills, get out of there as quick as possible be a coward.. Lainah wasn't a coward she stood up to highbloods, hell her mother had ran headfirst into war with them she lead a group of rebellion trolls for fucks sake. Taking a breath Apollo stood her ground. "What do you want?." The male grinned showing off each sharp tooth. "M'dear I'm simply asking why the long face. " Those eyes seemed to glow delight or anger she couldn't tell, should she even talk to this freak?, she knew the stories she knew what he was about. "I'm fine, I'm none of your concern." She spoke turning away however as soon as she turned he was there in front of her again making her jump and look back- he was just. "Well you not being my concern is true." He looked at his gloved hand as if checking out his nails. "I always dislike seeing frowns, such horrid things they are." Apollo stepped back and turned away again to leave however she turned right into the man, jumping back with a bleat. "Leave me alone!." She yelled finally. "I'm fucking fine!, you are wasting your fucking time!." The Candy red yelled those kind eyes narrowing at the purpleblood. "Leave me the fuck alone you creep." "Oh my, my temper, temper young lady." He waved a finger. "Such an angry little sheep." The Ringleader snickered as he waved his hand a card appearing in it, one that was held out to her, the words reading 'Midnight Circus one free admission'. "When you are in need of some fine entertainment M'dear, or want to finally take that risk." His eyes gave a burn as that creepy grin curled onto his face, when she didn't take the ticket he simply stuffed it between her breast making the girl squeak and her face turn bright red. "Think about it M'dear ta, ta for now." The male hummed as he turned on a heel his hands behind his back heading off humming, Apollo had pulled the ticked from her top looking at it tilting it to make the words shine.

"Hey what if-." She looked up and he was gone leaving the candy red confused to all hell, her eyes looked back at the ticket. "If I finally want to take that risk.." She muttered her attention going back to the lake then to the ticket looking between the two. "Hm.." That ticket was stuffed into her pocket as she turned to head back home finally, well it definitely wasn't your average night that was for sure.

#Apollo #The Ringleader #the encounter #my trolls

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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nobody knows where we might end up, chapter five (branjie) - holtzmanns

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“Hey Brooke?”

“Yeah?” Her answer is muffled slightly by her yawn as she puts her phone away, after showing Vanessa pictures of Henry and Apollo that her mom had sent earlier in the day.

“I…” Vanessa bites her lip and scoots closer to until she’s right in front of her, and Brooke can see every freckle on her nose and how long her eyelashes are.

AN: chapter five! some exciting things happen both then and now. thank you writ for betaing <3

(then)

“If I have to read the word ‘t-cell’ one more time, I’m gonna lose my damn mind.”

Brooke giggles at Vanessa’s declaration, the girl having dropped her head onto her arms on top of her textbook. She looks so cute buried in her oversized jacket, the sleeves rolled up to allow for her hands to stick out.

“You okay there?”

“No.” The groan is muffled by the way Vanessa’s face is hidden. “Immunology sucks. Who needs it anyway?”

“We all need an immune system to keep us from getting sick.” Brooke pokes her arm, and Vanessa’s head pops up almost comically.

“Fuck that. I don’t wanna study anymore. We’re gonna be fine for this midterm, anyway.”

Brooke bites her lip. Sure, they know the information inside and out, having gone over all of the units that will be on the midterm multiple times, but what if there’s more to learn? More stuff that they can commit to memory?

Vanessa interrupts her train of thought by closing her textbook, ignoring her ensuing protest. “C’mon. We can study tomorrow. It’s already almost midnight.”

Brooke checks her watch. “Shoot, you’re right.” She turns her head, peeking her head past one of the bookshelves. The top floor of the library remains as empty as ever, save for the two of them. It’s a space that has quickly become hers and Vanessa’s, one that they’ve staked their claim over with piles of textbooks and snacks nearly every evening. Their study sessions have become more and more frequent, the two of them getting together in what is now their spot to review, even for the classes that they don’t have together.

It makes her happier than it should, this time with Vanessa. Seeing the way that she pouts sometimes when she studies and the little whoops that she lets out when she finally understands a concept. The way her hair always falls in her face, waves dropping onto her textbooks. Brooke constantly has to resist the urge to braid it back for her.

She needs to get a grip and stop practically mooning over this girl, who she doesn’t even know if she feels the same way. But it’s too damn hard.

Brooke keeps turning over their little dinner from last week in her head. She had really, really wanted to kiss her, to go and ruin their friendship and change everything. She had been close, real close to doing so. Because Vanessa had been on the couch so close to her and smiling so bright and Brooke could have sworn that in that moment, Vanessa had felt it too. Before her roommate came in and Brooke had left shortly after, wanting to kick herself for missing the opportunity.

They haven’t had a non-study session since then - too busy, what with midterms for other classes. But Brooke wants to take the chance and ask her. Maybe to grab some food after their midterm together. It’s worth a shot.

“Does b-cell stand for ‘Brooke-cell?”

“Huh?” Brooke looks at Vanessa with a confused expression, who has apparently reopened her textbook.

“Well, there’s t-cells and b-cells. Maybe b-cells are named after you.” Vanessa points to the picture of b-cells in the book.

Brooke reaches out to ruffle Vanessa’s hair, making her yelp. “They should change the name to v-cells. For Vanessa.”

“I wouldn’t just be a cell, baby. I’d be a multicelled organism.” Vanessa tosses her hair over her shoulder.

“Technically, you already are a multicelled organism.”

Vanessa sticks her tongue out at her. “Shush. Don’t ruin my moment.”

Brooke snorts. “Y’know what, I think you’re right. We’ve both hit our studying limit and are going a little loopy.”

Vanessa scoots her chair around the table, closer to Brooke. She leans back, looking up at the ceiling. Many of the lights have dimmed, with only the area that they’re sitting under actually lit up. “Do you think people ever stay overnight here?”

“Sure they do.” Brooke nods. “It’s open 24 hours. There’s that guy on the second floor who’s always in pyjamas, I bet he does.”

“I bet you could rock his style.” Vanessa grins at her. “Pyjama couture.”

Brooke doesn’t miss a beat. “Wouldn’t you like to see it?”

It’s Vanessa’s turn to turn pink, cheeks flushing and mouth dropping open as Brooke snickers. “You wish.”

Their books are long forgotten by the time Brooke’s watch starts to tick closer and closer to one a.m. She hasn’t made any move to leave and neither has Vanessa, which must be a good sign - of what exactly, Brooke doesn’t know.

All she knows is that the sight of Vanessa curled up in her chair is absolutely adorable.

“Hey Brooke?”

“Yeah?” Her answer is muffled slightly by her yawn as she puts her phone away, after showing Vanessa pictures of Henry and Apollo that her mom had sent earlier in the day.

“I…” Vanessa bites her lip and scoots closer to until she’s right in front of her, and Brooke can see every freckle on her nose and how long her eyelashes are.

Vanessa’s searching her face for something and Brooke can’t tell what she’s looking for, but she wants to give it to her. Make the worry lines on her face go away.

“What is it, V?” Her heart is beating faster because she’s never seen Vanessa look like this before - all tentative and nervous and wide eyed. Maybe when she made dinner with her but that time was so short, felt like a dream.

Brooke’s not sure if she’s dreaming now too but if she is, she doesn’t want to wake up from it. Not in the least.

Brooke brings her hand up to Vanessa’s face because it feels like the right thing to do, to trace her thumb on her cheek and it’s just as soft as she thought it would be. Vanessa leans into her touch and covers her hand with her own and Brooke’s never lived through an earthquake, but her heart feels like it’s beating hard enough to cause one in her soul.

Vanessa looks up at her from under her long lashes, her eyes flitting down to Brooke’s lips before coming back up to meet her eyes.

“I want to try something.”

Brooke moves herself closer, imperceptibly closer. Not enough to close the gap, but enough so that Vanessa notices.

“Then try it.”

But then Vanessa closes the gap first, her face is right there and her lips are so soft that Brooke can’t help but gasp into the kiss. Vanessa takes full advantage of it, deepening the kiss and bringing her arms up around Brooke’s neck.

Brooke tugs Vanessa closer, pulls her on top of her in her lap because any distance between them is too far, and the thought of being far by any means from Vanessa again is too much to fathom, now that she has her right here. Her mind isn’t sure if it’s really happening, because she’s thought about it so much and wanted it so bad, wanted to be able to run her fingers through Vanessa’s hair. Now that she’s doing it, now that she can feel the way it makes Vanessa lean into her touch, is it even real?

Then Vanessa pulls back and looks at her, eyes bright and tentative and face flushed and Brooke’s never seen anyone more beautiful in the world. She looks down at their hands, intertwines their fingers, marvels at how well they fit together. Thinks about how she never wants to let go.

She tugs Vanessa back down, to kiss her again because she has to know that this is real, everything is real, not a sleep deprivation induced fever dream. From the way that Vanessa smiles into the kiss, squeezes her hand, Brooke starts to think that maybe, perhaps, they are here. Actually here.

(now)

Brooke is methodical.

Her daily schedule sits on her desk with all of her surgeries, meetings, and consults colour coded and organized. It makes her feel on top of things, more in control. More prepared for the day ahead of her.

She starts her days early too, getting everything that she needs for her procedures ready in advance rather than leaving a nurse or aide to do it. Being in control of every last aspect ensures that the day unfolds just the way she likes it.

Is she rigid? Maybe. Does it work for her? Absolutely.

Brooke heads to the supply closet on the general surgery floor, suppressing a yawn before taking a sip of her coffee. It’s too damn early to not to be able to find any of the polyester sutures that she’ll need later in the day. Sure, she could use prolene ones, but they never feel quite right. Polyester is an easier material to work with.

Besides, no one else on the neuro team uses polyester sutures for their surgeries, so she has no problem finding them for the most part. Except that this morning, the neuro supply closet seemed to be free of them, leading her onto a wild goose chase to look for more.

The general surgery supply closet seems to be empty, making sense with the early hour. Brooke thumbs through the supplies, past the gauze and the tubes and the tools and - oh.

“What are you doing here?” Of course Dr. Mateo is in here too. Her luck, really.

Whatever. She’ll grab the polyester sutures and leave.

“What? Oh, it’s you.” Dr. Mateo’s voice goes from curious to dismissive as soon as she sees Brooke, turning back to whatever it is she’s holding in her hands and hey.

Dr. Mateo has the last pack of polyester sutures from the shelf in her hands. What the hell is she doing with them?

“I need those.” If her voice comes out sounding like a petulant five year old, she ignores it.

“So? Find your own.” Dr. Mateo scoffs at her. Fucking rude.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to do. They’re not in any of the other supply closets.” Brooke has to keep herself from narrowing her eyes because Dr. Mateo has grabbed the entire stock from the closet. Of course.

“I fucking know that. Why do you think I came in here too?” Dr. Mateo is looking at her with an expression that is too smug, and Brooke can’t resist rolling her eyes.

“Anyway.” Dr. Mateo shrugs. “You snooze, you lose. Come earlier next time.”

Brooke feels her hands ball into fists, her cheeks getting hot. Dr. Mateo has some nerve, she really does. “The hell is your problem? Since when do you even use polyester sutures? No one else around here uses them except for me.”

“Since I was a resident. Breaking news, Dr. Hytes, the world doesn’t revolve around you. Shocking, I know.” Dr. Mateo steps closer to her, crossing her arms.

Unbelievable.

“How dare you.” She hisses it as she takes a step closer to Dr. Mateo. “You’ve done nothing but be a fucking nuisance since you got here. This is my terrain.”

It is. This hospital is hers. Of course Dr. Mateo has come and disrupted everything.

Dr. Mateo looks up at her, jaw set as she puts the sutures down on a nearby shelf. “Not anymore, it isn’t. Looks like you’ll have to move over.”

It’s then that she notices how close they are. Dr. Mateo’s hair still in waves, though half up. Out of the way. The same freckles dotting her face that used to do so back in undergrad. Her eyes staring up at Brooke, hardened and narrowed and smug. Her lips curling up in a way that Brooke knows that it means that she thinks she’s won, expecting Brooke to leave with her tail between her legs.

It’s then that Brooke realizes the perfect way to shut her up.

Is it stupid? Sure. Will it work? Absolutely.

Brooke closes the gap between them with a single step, grabbing Dr. Mateo’s face with both of her hands and tilting it up, pressing her lips to hers. The gasp that leaves Dr. Mateo’s lips is satisfying because fucking finally, except then Dr. Mateo is on her tiptoes, kissing back harder and nearly making Brooke step back from the force. One of Dr. Mateo’s hands is fisting in her hair, and Brooke has to suppress a growl because it feels too good and she’s the one in control right now, damn it.

Brooke nips at Dr. Mateo’s bottom lip, and oh, it makes her gasp in the same way that it used to all those years ago. Brooke walks them back until Dr. Mateo’s back hits the wall, and she has her right where she wants her.

She’s breathing heavily, looking up at Brooke with hooded eyes and swollen lips and mussed hair and it’s maybe one of the hottest fucking sights that Brooke’s ever seen in her life. Not that it’s relevant in the least.

Brooke leans down and kisses up the column of her neck, feeling the way that she shudders underneath her. She remembers that Dr. Mateo’s jaw is sensitive, and is glad that her memory is right when she hears a moan leave her lips when she nips at the skin.

Dr. Mateo’s hands are uselessly fisting in her shirt, and Brooke has to fight to stay focused, in control of things. She tugs on Dr. Mateo’s hair, exposing her neck even more, pressing her lips right above her collarbone and fuck, she’s missed this. Missed the way that Dr. Mateo is trying to pull her closer, practically melting in her hands.

“You like this, huh?” She pushes a knee in between Dr. Mateo’s legs, feeling a wave of heat run through her when Dr. Mateo whines and grinds herself down, gasping. “Still the same. So worked up.”

“Fuck, Brooke, Jesus, I-” Brooke pauses for a second when hearing her name from Dr. Mateo’s lips because it feels too familiar, too much like old times and for a second they could be back in undergrad. But then Dr. Mateo’s hands are raking up her sides, underneath her scrub shirt and no, she’s here, they’re here. It’s different now.

She pulls her knee back, tuts at the resulting whine from Dr. Mateo from the loss of contact. “So needy.”

“Fuck you.” Dr. Mateo’s voice is a growl, and Brooke feels a wetness growing between her own legs because of it.

“That’s what I’m trying to do.” Brooke pushes on Dr. Mateo’s shoulders, spins her around so that her hands hit the wall. Brooke is behind her, pressing her up against it, and moves her hair to one side to expose her neck. She feels the way it makes Dr. Mateo shudder when she nips there harder than she should, not caring what her neck is going to look like the next day.

It’s none of her business, really. Dr. Mateo’s problem to deal with, not hers.

Dr. Mateo pushes back against her, trying to close any distance between them and ofcourse she’s trying to grind her ass against her.

“You always this fucking impatient, Dr. Mateo?”

“You always this fucking slow, Dr. Hytes?”

“Shut up.” Brooke mutters it into her ear, and she can practically feel the smirk on Dr. Mateo’s face.

“Make me.”

If that’s what Dr. Mateo wants, it’s what she’ll get. Brooke doesn’t waste time teasing her fingers along Dr. Mateo’s waistband to get her worked up because she’s already there, so wet and canting into her hand after Brooke pushes her underwear to the side. Brooke has to hold back a moan because it’s fucking hot, she’s hot and whining in front of her and who even cares if they get caught at this point? She never wants these sounds to stop leaving Dr. Mateo’s lips, especially if she’s the one to elicit them.

Brooke wants to draw it out, tease a little before giving in but her self-resolve is already all but gone. Brooke brushes her fingers at Dr. Mateo’s clit, revelling in the way Dr. Mateo has to brace herself against the wall to keep herself up. Dr. Mateo ruts her hips forward so that she moves against her hand, and so Brooke nips at her ear in warning, making her gasp.

Brooke moves her fingers to just outside her entrance, pushes two in when she meets no resistance.

“So wet. All for me, huh? This too much for you?” Brooke maneuvers her hand so that the heel of her palm brushes against her clit, and the moan that Dr. Mateo lets out when she does is definitely loud enough to be heard in the hallway.

“Just like that-” Dr. Mateo gasps it out as she meets Brooke’s movements, spurring her on further because there’s no way she’s going to stop now.

“C’mon Ness, you’re almost there.” The old nickname slips from Brooke’s lips before she can stop it and she doesn’t even care, not when Dr. Mateo - Vanessa - is so close, falling apart underneath her just like she used to. No, even better.

Brooke dots kisses along the column of Vanessa’s neck as she comes (‘fuck, fuck’) , her walls tightening around Brooke’s fingers and her wetness dripping onto her palm. Brooke doesn’t stop her movements until Vanessa’s shaky hand drags down the wall to push hers away, gasping as she does.

Vanessa turns back around, leaning against the wall and oh, she’s wasting no time despite her shaky breaths because she’s pulling Brooke down to kiss her, bite at her bottom lip.

Brooke pulls back and Vanessa’s eyes are wide, her chest rising and falling in uneven pants.

“Fuck you, you’re good at that.”

“Yeah?” Brooke can’t help the surge of pride that flows through her. Sure, she can make girls fall apart underneath her whenever she takes them to bed, but Vanessa?

She’s in a league of her own.

Brooke nearly yelps when Vanessa pushes her shoulders back, flips their positions. Brooke’s glad for it, glad that she’s leaning against the wall for support because Vanessa’s getting on her knees and fuck.

She’s nearly going to come from the sight of Vanessa kneeling in front of her, staring up at her with hungry eyes and her trembling hands tugging on Brooke’s scrub pants and then her underwear and pulling them down, down, getting her to step out of them before pushing her legs apart and coming to rest in between them.

Vanessa doesn’t break eye contact as she presses kisses up her inner thighs, holding her legs in place so that Brooke can’t move.

“Fuck, Ness.” Her hands go to Vanessa’s hair because she needs to grab something and it’s already too much and Vanessa hasn’t even done anything yet.

But then Vanessa stops. Looks up at her with a smirk. “Nuh-uh. Not going to happen. Hands on the wall.”

Oh, so that’s the kind of game she wants to play.

“Oh, fuck off.” Brooke mutters it under her breath because of course Vanessa wants to tease her like this, draw it out.

“You heard me.”

Brooke grabs her hair tighter, relishes in the little gasp that leaves Vanessa’s lips, but Vanessa doesn’t move. “You want me to leave you like this? All wet and dripping just for me, at the beginning of the day, no less? All unable to take care of yourself or focus ‘cause all you can think about is me, right here?”

Brooke can’t help the groan that she lets out because Vanessa would, and how are her words leaving her even more wet?

Fine. The stubborn bitch can win. Brooke needs her mouth on her more than anything she’s ever needed in her life.

“Good girl.” Vanessa practically purrs it when Brooke moves her hands to the wall, winking at her before burying her face between her legs and fuck.

Vanessa’s tongue teases at her folds and the action alone nearly makes Brooke’s knees give out beneath her. Her hands fist uselessly against the wall, unable to grab anything and when Vanessa moves her tongue around her clit, she feels like she’s already going to fall apart.

Vanessa’s gotten better. Way better. Sure, she was good when they dated, but eleven years of practice later? Brooke’s going to embarrass herself and probably come in less than five minutes.

One of Vanessa’s hand moves around to cup her ass, squeezing it and Brooke can’t help but roll her hips forward, lift a leg up and rest it on Vanessa’s shoulder. The angle makes it even more intense, especially when Vanessa goes and sucks at her clit, just the way that Brooke likes it.

Brooke’s definitely going to have to fix her hair and makeup and make herself look presentable again and if anyone comes into this supply closet they’re screwed, but it doesn’t even matter because she’s so fucking close, Vanessa’s hands squeezing tight enough to leave bruises on her skin.

She comes with Vanessa’s name on her lips, something she hasn’t done in years but it feels so right, feels so natural as it leaves her. As if it hasn’t been more than a decade since they last did this.

Then Vanessa’s getting Brooke to step back into her underwear and scrubs, tying the drawstrings of the latter at her waist. She then climbs back up, wiping her face with her sleeve and Brooke can’t resist but pulling her in to kiss her, a deep kiss that still makes her knees buckle.

When Brooke pulls back Vanessa’s eyes search hers, as if she’s looking for something to say and Brooke gets it because what do they even do now?

But then Vanessa smirks, tilts her head. Grabs for the pack of sutures that she had haphazardly dropped earlier back onto the shelf.

“These polyester sutures are still mine, though. Good luck finding your own.”

Then she’s gone, door swinging shut behind her and Brooke’s not sure whether to laugh or roll her eyes as she tries to catch her breath, because she can’t even be mad about it right now, not when she’s left her thoroughly fucked out. Bitch.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #smut #hospital au #lesbian au #holtzmanns #nobody knows where we might end up

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