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friends to lovers heart fluttering moments:

(feel free to use<3 i miss being active :') TAG ME WHEN YALL WRITE PLSSS WOULD LOVE TO READD )

running into their arms after being away for too long !!!!

leaning into each other when laughing.

casually linking arms, holding-hands, sharing hugs that lasts a teensy tiny bit longer. AHHHHH

them watching you do ur own thing with so much admiration [I've one want in life-]

"why?" "because it's you." (like them doing smthng espeviallyyforu)

"I'll do anything, as long as it's with you." n they nonchalantly say it.??? ( MA SONGG OMG)

spending more time together than usual

having your parents tease you and ship you together > ~ <

teasing them and they actually blush???

getting physically close during the denial phase. IMAGINE KISSING AND FREAKING OUT SAYING, "friends... kiss. right?"

getting ur breath hitched whenever they're too close.

imagine lingering with ur mouth slightly parted while both of ur noses brush, eyes fluttering just wondering---where this is going.

^ AND WHEN THEY SAY, "fuck it. may i kiss u?" but their voice is so low, yearning so hard.

getting noticeably shy after going a lil too hard on the kissing--"it's ok, we're still friends, right?"

a third person NOTICING IT AND going, "oh SO yall are the type to kiss and nOT TELL?" "WhAT NO, WE DIDNT-" "YEAH WE DIDN'T."

^ but one if one of them is an idiot n they go, "HOW DID U NOTICE?" "ha, so i was correct. yall mfs-!!!"

and the realising phase of how much you like them

and not being able to wait until u see them. so u can confess, get it out and about.

or what if? they end up ur house at 4 am in pouring rain and say, "i know we're best friends, but i want to be more. Let me be yours forever please, and not just as friends this time." AAAAAAAH.

SCREAMING N FIGHTING KISSING IN THE RAIN, ITS 2 AM N UR LOVIN THEIR NAME SO IN LOVE BUT U ACT INSANEEE N THATS THE WAY U LOVE THEMMM

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need them out of my head ( ‾́ ◡ ‾́ )

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Child of Dionysus grieving after Castor’s death and maybe people around camp start to get really worried cause she’s like barely leaving her cabin and so Mr D kinda helps her through it cause he can tell she’s taking it really hard?

hi!! ive been an absolute bitch abt responding to asks so i am so sorry abt that 😭 i’ve been so busy w/ things but everything i’m doing should settle within the next few weeks and i’ll probably get back to being consistent. tysm everyone for your patience <3

The battle was settled, but it certainly didn’t feel like it. The air was still heavy with grief and bloodshed, and everyone’s nerves seemed to be frayed. They��d won. They should’ve been celebrating. But there was nothing joyous in partying when your siblings and family had died.

The Dionysus cabin was small, especially considering that Dionysus had only been freed of his punishment twice. Once, when he met your mother. And the other time, when he met your brothers mother.

Castor, despite the small quantity of the cabin, managed to be the glue of the three of you. While you and Pastor were the more mellow and quiet of the siblings, Castor certainly was not. His smile could light up a room, and he always knew the right thing to say.

Castor and Pollux were twins, both younger than you. Even if you weren’t related by blood, they were still your brothers. They still managed to pull this protective older sibling feel out of you.

It was bad enough when Pollux had nearly lost an arm one time but now? You weren’t sure if you were ever going to be okay again.

Castor’s death felt like a hole inside you. It was as if somebody took your heart and tore out the stem that held all memories of your little brother. He was always in your thoughts, never did a day pass where you didn’t think of him, but he was taken from you.

Children shouldn’t fight wars, you had told your father that much. You refused to let Castor and Pollux fight, but they were boys of honor. In their eyes, if they didn’t fight in Dionysus’ honor, it was disrespectful. It was something that you wished many times you could smack out of them.

Being honorbound was not a good thing.

You couldn’t imagine how Pollux felt, his twin, his other half stolen from him. But you knew very well how you felt. There was a deep ache in you, that would never be satisfied.

Curled up against the headboard of your bed, you stared at the walls, watching the wilted vines and leaves. Once they had shined, just like Castor but now they were dull. You knew they were meant to reflect the mood of those in the cabin, but even then, they couldn’t capture the utter anguish you felt.

Sunlight filtered in through the curtains, spilling rays over your face and your bedsheets. You were wearing old clothes, stained with tears and food, and your hair was tangled. A knot had formed in your throat, preventing you from making any sound other than soft cries.

The door to the cabin creaked open, and you slowly shifted your head to see your father. He was dressed in his finest suit, no doubt prepared for a meeting with the council. He sighed when he caught sight of you, and walked further into the cabin.

“This place is dreary,” he comments, placing his hands on your bedposts. You stared at him, eyebrows furrowed and your lashline red.

When you don’t reply, he only shakes his head and purses his lips.

“I know…I know you miss him,” he whispers thickly, “more than anything. I miss him too, Y/N, and so does Pollux.”

He walks around the bed, and sits next to you. The bed dips, and he gently tugs you against his side. You rest your cheek against his shoulder, feeling that knot in your throat tighten before beginning to break up.

“But…Pollux and I miss you too.”

“What?” you croak, voice breaking.

He cups your cheek, tilting your head up so your eyes could meet. When your eyes begin to bubble over with tears, and he rests his chin on your head.

“You’re gone, Y/N. We can’t reach you, and it’s like we’re talking to a ghost. Pollux and I…we’re trying to move on and you’ve got to as well.”

You sob wetly into his suit jacket. “I can’t—he’s g-gone and there’s nothing I could’ve done—“

“Shhh, baby, don’t cry.”

“I’m trying so hard, Papa—“ you cut yourself off with a whimper, choking on your own gasps.

He runs his hand through your greasy tangled mess of hair, and doesn’t care when his fingers get caught. “You need to take care of yourself,” he says, “you can grieve without hurting yourself like this.”

You cry, and cry, and cry. You cry until your nose is running and your eyes are swollen. You cry until your throat burns. You cry because you had spent so long missing your little brother, feeling so much pain and hurt and yet being unable to get any of it out. And now you can, and you cant stop.

And Dionysus holds you through all of it. He whispers soft nothings into your ear and his warmth enveloping you. His fingers are in your hair, on your cheeks, rubbing your back. It’s his sweet attempt at comfort, and you never want to let go of it.

You never want to let go of him, or Pollux or even Castor. But you know, if you let go of yourself, you’re letting go of the people you care about just as much.

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It's 1am and instead of sleeping, I'm crying over The Lightning Thief musical again. Please send help.

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Alive!Bianca Hades game au

I have this au where Bianca lives and stuff (but I’m still working on it so I haven’t made doodles yet)

But I did make doodles of my au but it’s inspired by the Hades game AU @velinxi made

Facts In this sort of Hades AU:

- Bianca has earth abilities

- she’s stronger than Nico

- she is hella scared of dead things

- she later leaves the underworld to join Artemis hunt to get away from the dead

- when she’s nervous her Laurel thingy turns white and flurries

- when she’s distressed it decays

- when Nico is startled his decays

- Nico still has a rough life but his sister is alive

- Bianca was supposed to be Hades heir but she ran away and Nico got stuck with being in charge

- Hazel is older than them (four years older than Nico, two years older than Bianca)

- Bianca can be mad scary with her powers

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Thinking about Bianca and how annoying it is that she left Nico and that I understand why because I used to be an older sister to younger sibling close in age who wanted nothing else but to be in my space and I get why she left him for freedom and friendship and memories but I also know that when looking at the situation as dangerous, monsters existing everywhere, people with swords wanting to take him away, I would've stood my ground and clung to my little sister with clawed hands and untrusting eyes. Maybe if the situation was softer. If they had been safe longer. If Nico was already settled into camp. If she trusted that everyone would keep him okay.

But Artemis sees her. This powerful little thing. She hunts. She knows what death feels like. The way it clings to her presence. She says her name is Bianca. Artemis remembers. Her father complained about a child named Bianca. Her father complained about a boy, Nico. His nephews. Her cousins.

Her uncle wouldn't give them up. Wouldn't let them leave their mother. He had cursed the Oracle for the prophecy. Apollo was enraged. Hades blamed him for it. Blamed their father.

You killed my children, you killed their mother, my loves, he'd shouted. And you dare ask me for mercy? When have any of you been merciful?

He'd left. The Oracle never recovered. Even now Apollo still mourned her spirit.

But Hades lied. Her Uncle, as much of a truth teller as her brother, lied. It was too much of coincidence. Bianca and Nico. Powerful little things. She could feel it. They radiated something dangerous that made her palms itch.

She would do anything for her brother too. Artemis understood. But that made her even more of a risk to have around, breathing, fighting.

She'll take the girl. Once she finished her mission, shed make sure the girl never comes of age. Permanently. And the boy? Well, she'd figure something out for him later. He seemed a gentle creature. She'd make it soft. A quick shot.

Neither of them would feel a thing.

All she needed to do was manipulate the situation. Careful words. Kind words. Join us, she whispered, planting seeds that spread strong roots through Bianca's terrified mind. Join us and you'll be safe.

Look, uncle, she thought as the roots spread to Bianca's throat and eagerly agreed to her destined doom. I'm lying too.

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speak ur truth bae

all those tags are fr making me write a fic in my mind and the URGES are strong

PJO: we need to recognize the value of the minor gods. The Olympians are important, sure, but the minor gods do a lot of work in maintaining and assisting the pantheon, have their own kids and deserve to be seen and valued just as much

HoO: Back at it again with Olympian-only nonsense!

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Okay okay I know you JUST wrote something for me but I also JUST got an idea! What about either Connor Stoll or Percy dating a daughter of Dionysus!? He doesn’t know initially but when he noticed them spending more time together he gets suspicious and then when he walks into her cabin without word one day and catches her kissing him he realizes that his precious daughter is dating the guy…which he’s not pleased about. So he threatens his daughter’s boyfriend and is all “if you so much as look at her the wrong way I WILL hunt you down and you’ll regret it for the rest of your life” but ultimately approves because he sees how happy that he makes the reader? And so he goes back to reader and tries to make the threat not seem as bad and they just have a cute little picnic or something together.

If you choose to ignore that’s fine cause you did JUST write something for me, but I think it might be interesting.

hi hi! and no worries about the amount of requests ill take em all! because i just wrote something with percy, i'll go with connor + i love the stoll brothers so...thank you for the request!

edit: i just realized i completely forgot the picnic part...im so sorry :(

You sat on a bench on the porch of your cabin, bending grapevines and leaves amongst twigs to fold it into a crown. Connor, amused, sat at your feet, chin hooked on top of your knee.

"Just wait," you murmured, tongue poking out from your lips as you tie the twigs with a few stray pieces of string, "it looks better when it's on your head."

Connor hummed, raising an eyebrow. You've pricked your fingers about five times, and it'd been an hour of you carefully crafting the crown, but he'd stayed there at your feet for every second of it.

"Aha!" you grinned and leaned down to place it in his curls. Immediately, his dark curls seemed to swallow it up. He winces, as pulls on one curl that had been tugged on uncomfortably when it was placed in his head.

You'd been right, it did look better on his head. The leaves stood out in his dark hair, and the wood of the twigs was a lighter shade than his hair.

You smiled, cradling his cheeks in your hands. "See? Perfect."

He giggled, "me or the crown?"

"Both."

You leaned in to kiss him, when your name was sharply called.

"Y/N!" Your head shot up to find your father, Dionysus, making his way towards you. Connor's eyebrows furrowed, showing his distaste at the intrusion, but stood up and shuffled away a bit. Not even he would dare face your father.

"Papa," you greeted, standing up. He glanced at Connor, but looked over it and waved you forward. Nervously, you hopped down the steps to greet him. Even if he was your dad, and you were around him frequently, he was still a god and could very much turn you into a shellfish if he pleased.

"Yes?" You asked, hands folded behind your back. Your father rubbed his temple, can of coca-cola in hand.

"I need you to overlook the new campers in the archery range. I would ask somebody else, but they all made up excuses and I don't have the energy to do it," he looked genuinely sympathetic for you, knowing very well how much of a pain some new campers could be. It wasn't new to you, for him to treat you so kindly, but Connor made a noise of surprise in the back of his throat.

"Yes, papa. I'll be there in a moment, let me grab my bow," you ran back into the cabin, and exited just in time to hear your dad dismiss your boyfriend.

You gave Connor a brief wave, which he grinned and returned, but stopped and ran when your father stared at him.

"God, I hate Hermes' kids," he said before taking a sip of his drink.

You chuckled weakly, shouldering your bow. "Yeah..."

He walked off, and you blew out a puff of air.

Guess telling you dad about the status of you and Connor's relationship was once again put off.

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Dionysus knew there was a problem with his eldest child, he just couldn't figure out what.

Castor and Pollux were easy, both boys barely into their teenage years. You were a different story. You showed a whole new set of emotions and talents that Dionysus couldn't figure out. It's why he and your mother hadn't worked out very long (other than the fact he was already married). You and your mother were very similar, but you were both very stubborn.

You obeyed, most of the time, but there were certain things you just refused to bend to. It was what had intrigued him of your mother, but now, while he was attempting to raise you well, it was a struggle.

But even then, you'd become more closed off. You used to greet him daily, whether it was a wave or coming up to say, "good morning!" you always gave him some sort of hello. And sometimes, you'd even join him to play card games, which is more than what he could say for your brothers.

Now though? Each morning when you walked by the big house you were talking to either Connor or Travis, sometimes even both, and it'd been weeks since you bothered to come play games, or even hang around with him.

He didn't want to say he missed you, because it didn't bother him that much. But he was a literal manifestation of entertainment and got bored rather quickly. He loved his boys, but he'd always had a closer bond with you than them. You were a form of entertainment to him, but you were also his daughter and such a shift in behavior concerned him.

Hate to say it out loud or not, he loved you dearly. You were his only little girl.

And it wasn't just the fact you'd stopped talking to him, it was the fact you stopped talking to your brothers too. Castor had approached him on the verge of tears because he'd thought he'd done something to offend you. But, when he payed more attention, he found it was because you'd taken to following the Stoll brothers around.

But teenagers did that right? Leave their annoying little siblings in order to hang out with friends? Gods, he's watched too many romance movies with you.

The number of times he's stared at a TV screen and seen the whiny little sibling snitch on the older sibling after they'd snuck out to talk with their partner should be a crime.

His thoughts flit back to Castor, sniffling in front of him because his older sister was off with Connor Stoll somewhere.

You, with Connor Stoll, somewhere.

Oh, my gods.

He stood up abruptly, just narrowly avoiding knocking over the table as he stormed down the steps of the big house. You had some major explaining to do.

It was easy to see why'd you been dating someone. He cherished you for a reason, so it isn't hard to see why someone else wouldn't. But you were still his daughter.

Connor Stoll? Really? He didn't want you dating any of these brats but there were certainly better options than Connor Stoll. Like that one Apollo boy, but Dionysus is pretty sure he's gay.

He approaches the cabin quickly, and he watches the camper's part to let him walk through. It's easy to anger a god, but it's not easy to soothe that anger.

Dionysus swings the door open and pauses. He doesn't know why he was so shocked, but he supposes it was just the confirmation that stopped him.

There were only three beds in the rather large cabin, so he found yours with ease. There was you, lip locked, with Connor Stoll. He felt his veins light with rage as the two of you jumped apart.

Connor's hand was still on your thigh, and yours on his arm.

"Hands off," he grumbled, swatting at his arm. Connor pulled back as if he'd slapped him.

"Papa!" you cried, jumping up. He didn't touch you, but he held out his arm and you understood. Quietly, you took a step back, staring at the floorboards.

He turned back to Connor, staring at him with wide brown eyes. He raised a finger to jab in his chest.

"Listen, Stoll, because I'm not going to repeat myself," he leaned back, gesturing to the space between you and him. Connor nodded shakily.

"Yes, Mr. D," he stuttered out, glancing over to you.

"Ah, ah, ah. No, eyes on me," Connor's eyes flit to him.

"If you even look at her again, I will make sure you and your future kids regret it for the rest of your small mortal lives. Understood?"

"Yes," he repeated, struggling to make eye contact.

"Good," Dionysus said and then he points to the door, "now get out."

Connor does, only after pausing at the door. He doesn't look back though, and Dionysus turns to you.

He sighs when he sees your tears, and you sniffle softly. "Y/N," he calls gently, raising his hand to wipe at your tears. You turn your head, and his hand brushes your shoulder instead.

You wouldn't dare say anything, so that meant it was all up to him.

"You know I'm doing this for you. Connor...he's just, not the right fit--"

"I loved him though!" you shouted, hiding your face in your hands, "he made me really happy, Papa, and you ruined it!" You sobbed, loud and noisy, and it reminded him of when you were young and wailed over things such as scraped knees.

"You're still young," he tries to reason, "there will be others!"

"Not like Connor," you say, "and besides, I doubt you'd approve of them either."

He pauses at that, hand hovering midair. He never knew what to do to please you anymore. You'd moved away, grown more distant, since your childhood. You'd grown up. He hadn't changed, you had.

Maybe he had to change with you.

His hand grabbed your wrists and pulled them from your face. Then, he wiped at the tears on your cheeks and pulled you close. You fought at first, but melted into the touch once he rested his hand on the small of your back.

"I just want you safe, you know that, right?" he whispered, like it was a secret.

Slowly, you nodded.

"I mean it, Y/N. I love you, and your brothers a lot."

Still, you weren't satisfied.

"And," he said, taking in a deep breath, "if Connor makes you happy then...you can pursue him further."

You jumped back, a grin on your face. "Really?" you asked, a small hint of doubt in your tone.

He sighed, "yes, really."

You threw your arms around him. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Dionysus ran a hand through his hair. "Mhm, yeah, whatever.

You pull back again, your wide grin softening into a shy smile.

"Papa, I can handle myself. I mean it. Thank you."

Finally, a smile makes its way onto his features too.

"Yeah, you're welcome."

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Hello! I liked your Jason x Hecate’s daughter fic. Can I request of one with Percy instead? They grew up together and end up getting together after a life or death situation where one of them blurts it out in the heat of it?

hello! and thank you for the compliment. of course, you can request one! i love moments where two characters admit their love for one another in a near-death situation and they're all blushy and embarrassed afterwards because they thought they were going to die. sorry that this is really angst LMAO i had zero clue how to end it.

The nauseating scent of blood and flesh filled your senses, but you fought through it as you hacked at a gorgon. You dodged it's spitting tongues, and rolled away, cradling your hand to your chest and your sword in your other hand.

Your flesh bubbled and burned, your hand taking a greenish tint from the poison. You hissed out a curse and looked across the battlefield.

You had thought you were done with monsters after the war with the giants, but you'd been wrong. As long as mortals lived, monsters would still thrive. It was supposed to be an easy quest, until you found Percy on the way to your destination, and everything went wrong after that.

Mortals gathered around, gasping and gawking and at whatever scene the mist was playing for them. Your hair stuck to your face with sweat, the oppressive summer heat beating down on you.

Finding Percy was easy, his wild teal eyes zipping across the field. He'd successfully defeated a hellhound that he had previously had trouble with. Now, his eyes fell on your, your sizzling hand, and the gorgon looming over you. You swung your sword wildly, but each movement sent fire through your veins.

You cried out when it's hot grip wrapped around your wrist, searing a burn mark into your flesh. You kicked at the gorgon to no avail, and your sword clattered to the ground just out of your reach.

"Y/N!" Percy yelled, running over to you. He'd be too late, you knew it. There was no way in hell, even with his level of agility, that he'd make it to you in time.

The gorgon spit again, it's poisonous spit dripping down your cheek. You cried out again, as the liquid slipped down your cheek onto your neck. It burned, pulling up your skin to reveal pink marred flesh.

Two long fangs brushed your neck, and your hands uselessly clawed at the gorgon's face, pushing it away barely. It didn't matter much though, because one fang snagged the skin of your shoulder and sunk in deep.

You screamed, louder than you ever had before, as sharp tooth pulled through muscle and bone. The gorgon pulled back, satisfied, and pulled your limp aching body to it's chest.

You caught sight of Percy, still running through a bit sluggish. His face was twisted with horror, and you called out his name weakly.

The next few moments happened in a blur, as your brain started to slow with the poison injected into your shoulder. You registered a new set of arms wrapping around you, cold and sweaty. You saw Riptide arc over your body, and a spray of golden monster dust.

An inhumane shriek, and then a jumble of movement. Percy hid the two of you somewhere, and held you close. His trembling hands pushed your hair from your face, smearing dirt and grime.

"Please," he whispered, "hold on. I-I don't have any ambrosia...fuck!"

Your hazy eyes found focus on your face, and you coughed out the blood in your throat. Your entire body burned with surging poison. "Perce," you struggled to get the words out, choking on your own spit, "I...lov--"

"No, save your breath," he said, and fumbled in his pockets, "I have a drachma somewhere."

He did have one, tucked in the bottom of his back pocket. He splashed up a nearby rain puddle and hurriedly called, "Oh, Iris, accept my offering...please show me Chiron...please," his voice broke towards the end of the sentence, and he cradled you a bit closer.

As the iris message began to form your conscious started to slip from you. "Percy," you struggled, drawing his attention, "I love you,"

He sobbed, "no, please, Y/N. You can make it, I promise, they'll get here."

but your hand slipped from his, and your eyes fell shut.

Percy screamed.

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WHAT YOU WROTE FOR ME WAS SO CUTE!!! Will is like legally my son now. I’ll likely be requesting more in the near future :)

awww, i’m so so glad you liked it!!! and i’m looking forward to your requests :))

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Hiiiii! I hope you’re doing well! If possible could I get an Apollo x wife!reader scenario where like he always promised he’d never cheat and stuff cause he only ever had eyes for her but then she finds out about Will and is really upset until she meets him and thinks he’s super cute (in like a motherly way off. Bonus points if she used to be with Ares before he started dating Aphrodite and so that’s why she was so upset cause she felt like it was Ares all over again even if they’re still good friends)

Sorry if this is too specific or confusing or something 😅

i love TOA Apollo, and while i've never been really sure how to write the POV of a god, i think this is pretty fair considering his in-universe persona written by Rick. thank you for the request and no worries about specifics! also, my apologies if this is super long lmao

You wiped your wet hands onto the rag by the kitchen sink as the dishes you had just washed dripped. Normally, you'd dry them as well, but you were running low on time, and you didn't want to miss a crucial part of the night in order to fix little details like that. Smiling to yourself, you folded the rag and hung it up by the sink again.

The oven timer beeped just in time for you to get your apron on, and you grabbed your mits in order to safely pull the tray out of the oven. You placed it on top of the stove, the scent of the warm turkey filling your nose. Usually, you'd preserve such a thing for a holiday, but today might as well be one.

Tonight, was the night Apollo visited you once more, after several months in his human form trailing after some young girl, he seemed to take a liking to. Now he was immortal again and could see you after all that time apart.

You'd seen him within the first month at some point. You couldn't do anything though, because that wasn't him. It could very well be, but it wasn't. Lester was average, but it wasn't Apollo. You didn't want to sound shallow thinking that, but there was nothing connecting the god of the Sun to some fake New York teen.

And it'd been too long since then. He said it was for your safety, but you knew it was just because he couldn't stand for you to see him like this. You could tell by the way he walked that he was just as uncomfortable with his new body as you were. He looked like a baby deer, stumbling on tiny legs as it struggled to learn how to walk.

That was not your Apollo, your Apollo was graceful with a flashing smile that sent gusts of warmth up your arms. But his looks weren't all that appealed to you so many years ago. He might've been vain, but he was lovely too. He cared for mortals as the great Titan Prometheus had, and everywhere he walked seemed to cheer someone up.

He was rather dependent on his looks, but around you all that seemed to shy away. It was just you, mortal flesh and human blood, and him, golden blonde hair and a blinding smile.

In your head, you tended to akin Apollo to a star. Despite being one of the oldest Olympians, he seemed so much younger. His sister, Artemis seemed so much more serious and mature, and Dionysus had also seemed to understand his duty more seriously. Being the god of the Sun was more habit than it was a job to Apollo.

While the gods floated and stayed still in their palaces, Apollo roamed around. Each day when he rose and ran the sun, he saw places he might've otherwise missed. Everything wondered him, whether it be a small cave in Taiwan or a forgotten shore in Australia.

Stars were small, surrounded by dozens of other stars and radiating their heat and charm. You thought that summarized Apollo pretty well.

The doorbell rang, interrupting your thoughts.

Startling, you jumped up, rushing to untie your apron and hang it up in the hallway. In nothing but a pair of over washed jeans and a loose beige t-shirt, you pulled the door open, and finally felt like you could breathe again for the first time in months.

There Apollo stood, bronze skin and gleaming hair, a suspiciously bright red Camaro sitting in your driveway.

"Y/N," he breathed, voice as soft as a deer's mewl.

"Apollo," you answered, and leaped forward. He caught you easily, as he had always done, and pulled you close. Your fingers clasped behind his neck, grasping onto blonde curls.

His own hands found your hips, fingers slipping into the belt loops of your jeans to tug you forward. His nose was buried in your hair, and he pressed repeated kisses to the crown of your head.

He was dressed in his godly attire, bands of gold, an airy white tunic, and gold sandals. He looked like a supermodel next to you, but he held you as if you were true treasure.

You pulled back for a moment, only to pull his head down so his lips could meet yours, pressed together in a locking kiss.

It could've gone on forever, but mortals needed air, and you pulled away to breathe. With your chest heaving, he smiled at you as if you'd hung the stars. One hand lifted to cup your cheek and cradled your face.

"I love you," he said, voice soft and almost weak sounding.

"I love you too," you said, pressing your cheek to his chest. You felt something break in you when you heard the slow beat of his immortal heart. It was like a dam that finally crashed.

Your eyes filled with months' worth of tears and you hiccupped wetly against his skin. "I-I missed you so-so much..." you sniffed, trying to calm down your rapid breathing, "don't ever do that again!"

He gave a small rueful laugh and wiped at your tears. "I'll try," he said, and that was enough.

The two of you went inside, and he familiarized himself with everything again. You ate dinner, with soft talk of what'd you'd been up to the past few months. He was unusually quiet and kept glancing out the window to the sky as if it were going to disappear.

He followed you back to your bedroom and changed into some clothes that had been sitting in your dresser for months, awaiting him. You were in the bathroom attached to your room, combing your hair as he sits on the bed watching you.

You placed down the comb with a small clattering sound and turned to him. Your palms were flat on the countertop.

"What's up with you? You're...quiet," you ask, biting your lip. He blinks and runs a hand through his hair before standing and striding over to you.

He wraps his arms around you and hides his face in your neck. "Sorry, I... I've got a lot on my mind..." It was weird seeing him like this, so unsure of himself. Even before, when he would melt in your hands like putty and show his true self as a soft sweet husband, he was never uncertain. Not around you, at least.

You take his hands in yours and press a kiss to the inside of his palm. "Then confide in me. I'm here, and I don't plan on leaving."

He looks away and you recognize the expression easily.

Shame.

"Apollo," you say, a bit uneasily.

"Yes?"

"Tell me," You urge. He hides his face in the flesh of your neck again and presses a kiss to your nape.

"I made a promise, a while ago, and I broke it," he admitted, and you scoured your mind for a time where he'd done such a thing.

You held his hand, the new ring gleaming on your finger. Under Apollo's sunlight, it shone like a star in the night sky, but not even it could compare to the light of his smile.

He kissed your forehead, and said, "No demigod kids, I promise. Not even yours."

You laughed and swatted at his arms. "Be serious," you huffed, "and thank you."

"Mhm," he hummed, smiling against your temple.

Instinctively, you pushed him back, second-guessing your strength and gasping when he banged into the doorframe. He winced and held a hand to his shoulder blade.

He opened his mouth to say something, but you shook your head. "How old? No--how many? How--how could I have been so stupid?"

"Y/N..." he tried, voice breaking halfway through your name. It didn't matter, you were louder.

"No, answer the question!"

He closed his eyes, face twisted with distain as he cowered. The god, Apollo, cowering to the wrath of mere mortal.

He breathed in to steady himself.

"Five."

Your face contorted into one of anguish, then horror, then anger.

You cared not for the pained expression on his face when you pulled off your wedding band and flung it at him. He caught it and held it to his chest. "For fifteen years I thought you were loyal! But no. Did those years mean nothing to you? Could you have not waited another century for me to pass? God!"

You ran a shaking hand through your hair, and felt disgust rise within you.

"Please," he begged, but you were having none of it.

"Out!" you shrieked, "get out!"

He obliged, leaving you to fall to the floor, sobs falling from your lips.

It went like that for a while. A few weeks, you think. He tried, multiple times, but you didn't want to listen. How could you have thought he loved you? All those years of lies.

You didn't want to think about him. So, you didn't. You blocked all thoughts of Apollo out. That was until you were sorting through your mail and found one from a sender you weren't familiar with.

From, Will Solace, sent by Hermes Shipping & CO. to Y/N L/N

Curiosity taking over, you opened the letter, and began to read.

Dear, Y/N!

Hello, I'm sure my father has given you quite the issue, and I must say your anger is justified. I have not come to defend Apollo's actions but assist yours. I'm Will Solace, a half-blood son of your husband, my dad. He's been whining a lot at camp, but It's easy to tell how much he misses you. The whole time he was mortal he wouldn't stop talking about you. He claims that he's tried to talk to you, but you keep shutting him out, so I decided to take things into my own hands. You have all the right to ignore this, but I have a feeling you won't. As you're well aware, my father has had multiple demigod children since his marriage with you, which is wrong no doubt, all of my siblings agree. But I don't think he's talked to my mother once since my birth, and Austin said he hadn't seen him before camp since he was four, so, I think it's safe to assume he hadn't cared much for our mothers. But he did care for you. I know my dad, and I know how he used to be all those years ago, which kind of concerns me for you, but I'll stay quiet about that. If he stayed with you this long, then he plans to stick it out. I truly believe he cares for you, and if so, I'd like to meet you. If possible, please come to XXX cafe at 1:30 next Friday.

With care, Will Solace.

You didn't realize you were crying till teardrops were dripping off your cheeks.

With a racing heart, you walked over to the calendar. The letter had been later than probably intended, which meant next Friday, was actually tomorrow.

So, it came to the question of whether or not you would go.

You missed Apollo so much. He was right there, and you could hold him and have him as much as you wanted, but you pushed him away. You let your anger blind you, however justified it may be, and ran from the man that loved you most.

Then it was decided. You'd go. You'd meet Will, and you'd force Apollo to apologize.

Now that you were there, waiting outside the cafe anxiously, the plan didn't seem so fool proof. You flattened down the fabric of your summer dress and ran your hands along the strap of your purse, eyes searching for anybody that may resemble Apollo.

Will isn't hard to find, and like his father, the world seems to center itself around him when he's near.

His hair is blonde and curly, just like Apollo's, and falls over his ears and hangs just above his eyes. Piercing blue find yours, and sun-kissed skin shifts to show a blinding smile. You'd expected them to look similar, but not near identical.

He runs over, wearing a pair of shorts and a nice t-shirt, hand raised in a wave. He stops a few feet from you and holds out a hand.

"Will Solace, it's so nice to meet you. Apollo talks a lot about you," he says, eyes bright and cheery. You were sure you would've thought he was annoying if he was anybody else but knowing that this was Apollo's kid (your stepson? No, that was a weird thought) made it sort of endearing.

You found yourself smiling back as you took his hand.

"You mentioned," you say, clasping hands, "I'm Y/N."

"Let's go inside, shall we?"

Turns out, Will is very likeable. Every word is filled with genuine joy, and he listens intently. You can see the resemblance in looks, but he must get this side of himself from his mother. His nose twitches when confused, and his ears go pink when he's embarrassed.

You think it's cute, the way he opens himself up so easily to you. He finds hidden motherly qualities in yourself, that you weren't even sure you had.

That's how you find yourself inviting him to your house, where you fixed him some lemonade and grabbed some cookies from the pantry for the two of you to snack on as you sat on the porch.

Will finished his previous sentence, placing down a half-empty glass of lemonade. His brows are furrowed, and his usual smile is set in a deep frown. You wanted to rid him of it, and ease away any worries, as a mother should.

"Y'know, growing up without Apollo was hard, but I managed. It was my mother that was difficult. She was distant, hardly there. To be fair, she's famous, but it was still hard. She never made cookies--or made me lemonade. I... you're everything I wished for her to be."

When you stayed quiet, staring down at your lap, he stuttered to correct himself. "I'm sorry if that's weird---I, well, --" you tugged him close, cautious of the food.

He was pressed up against your side, and as soon as his skin met yours he melted, and let you hug him close and warm.

"It's not weird."

"Are you sure?" he said, voice quiet, unsure. It was the same tone Apollo had used.

"Certain."

He pressed a bit closer. "I feel like a baby," he laughed, "fifteen-years-old and I'm being held like a toddler."

"It's always good to be held sometimes," you say, rubbing your hand up his arm. He sniffed, and you didn't have to look down to know that he was holding back tears. How had the tone shifted so quickly?

"I'm sorry," he says, voice thick with emotion. He moves to get up, ears tinged pink, "I shouldn't be doing this. You're not even my mother--"

"Stop it. Calm down and relax."

He does, only after you have to forcibly tug him back down. He settles down next to you, and takes deep breaths to push away the tears in his eyes.

You don't know how long the two of you sit there, but your legs are beginning to cramp from being in the same position and Will is letting out soft snores against your collarbone. The sun is sinking into the horizon, and you try not to jump when he speaks.

"You're good with him," Apollo says, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans.

You frown, "you say that like he's a dog."

He looks away and shrugs, "I'm not good with kids, you know that."

"Neither am I," you huff, and your arms tighten around Will.

"I think Will has a different opinion."

"We all do," you say, and look down as Apollo gets closer. He settles beside you and whispers his next words.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what I can do to please you anymore."

You close your eyes and sigh. "Just--stay, okay?"

He nods, "okay."

And he does. Apollo sits there until the sun is gone, his chin on your head, and arms holding both you and Will firmly. You're asleep before you know it, and he's hoisting you both up to bring you inside.

He places Will on the couch with a light blanket, before bringing you to your bedroom. He lays you down, and presses a feather-light kiss to your lips.

"I love you," he whispers, hand holding yours.

Unconsciously, your fingers tighten around his, and he beams.

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Hi can you do a fic Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano X Son of Mercury Reader, who's big into magic and sorcery.

In Camp Jupiter, the Son of Mercury Reader is demonstrating to a group of campers, using their magic to create a magic formula that makes giant magic soap bubbles, with Reyna watching him. However, he makes a mistake, which causes giant bubbles to trap various campers in floating bubbles.

Soon, Reyna and her boyfriend are stuck in giant bubbles, bobbing midair like the other camper’s bubbles. Reyna is trying to get out of her bubble to no avail. Meanwhile, her boyfriend is relaxing and tries to calm Reyna down, which she does. Suddenly, Reyna's bubble merges with her Boyfriend's bubble, falling into his arms. It was then at that moment, Reyna realized that this wasn't an "accident", which her Boyfriend admits to. So, Reyna and her boyfriend cuddles, floating in their bubble together.

hi hi! of course i can! please excuse if the descriptions arent the best, i wasn't too sure on how to describe magic bubbles LMAO

hope you enjoy!

The sounds of overeager children fills your ears as you stand on the small platform at the head of the eating pavilion. You've clapped your hands multiple times and tried to speak over the dozens of voices but to no avail. Now you stand there awkwardly, a book of spells at your right and a steaming pot of boiled water at your left.

"Excuse me?" you try and say, but a roar of laugher erupts in the far corner which steals everyone's attention. You look over to Reyna, who's standing there with her arms crossed, amused. She sighs when you give her a pleading look and walks onto the platform.

She clears her throat before cupping her mouth and yelling, "Listen up!"

Immediately all chatter dies down, and over a hundred pairs of eyes fall on you.

You shrink under the attention at first, but Reyna places a warm hand on the small of your back before walking away.

"Okay, everybody! Uh, I was told that a good portion of the demigods at Camp were interested in sorcery, but I didn't know the numbers were this large...well, that doesn't matter much! I just ask for any conversation to be quiet and for respect while I try and teach, okay?"

A few murmurs and a collective nod are the response.

You smile, clasping your hands together in front of you. "Wonderful! Now let's get started, okay?" you rub your thumb over your knuckle before looking back to Reyna who is unaware of the plan you had brewed up.

Your girlfriend had been spending a lot more time alone in her office. Of course, you were more than aware that being Praetor had a lot of duties to fulfill, but with the absence of a certain son of Jupiter, she'd been a lot more overworked and stressed. So, you'd picked a week where there were no Camp activities going on other than the usual day-to-day ones and organized a little camp activity.

Originally it had started out as only that, to ease Reyna's mind a little bit. But as time went on and you eagerly waited for the day, Reyna's attention had split off from you, her boyfriend, and into her work. You hadn't brought up these concerns seeing as having deep emotional conversations were neither of your strong points and had instead devised a plan to steal away your girlfriend for one afternoon, and it was going swimmingly.

With a snap of your fingers, multiple dryads and nymphs are materializing into the air, carrying cauldrons and rack after rack of potion materials. Potion making had been your number one skill after discovering your Godly parentage. Because of your lack of abilities, you'd turned to magic, and was not disappointed.

Children of Mercury weren't really gifted anything except the usual demigod abilities, and a speed boost. They were also, incredibly, tricky.

You flipped the page, and slowly started to announce the instructions.

One pot of boiling water, one cup of diced harpy feathers, two pints of nymph tears, three tablespoons of monster dust, one quart of telekhine blubber.

That would've been the normal instructions for a simple bubble potion that would allow the brewer to manipulate the bubbles from the cauldron until they were to run out.

But instead, you added another ingredient, three drops of poisonous drakon spit. This was the ingredient that needed to be handled with care, but thankfully, most of the demigods seemed to recognize that.

"Now, stir counterclockwise," you said, idly pushing around the liquid in your own cauldron, "once it starts to bubble, switch to clockwise."

Green liquid erupted from the cauldrons at once and began to overfill. You had to fight back a smile as you pretended to flinch away from your own potion. Screams erupted from the pavilion, and you watched as multi-colored bubbles as large as hellhounds enveloped campers.

Reyna stood immediately, her spear at the hand. She ran forward to protect a younger camper, but her spear was quickly knocked away when its tip shattered upon impact with a giant bubble. She managed to push the young demigod away but not before she was taken by another bubble.

You frowned slightly. She'd be alone until you could get close enough to enter the bubble with her. She'll be fine, and all the other campers will be too. You can easy place the floating bubbles on the ground and break them. That's much easier to do than their actual creation.

You stand still as a bubble swallow you up, and as all the campers piled into the pavilion slowly roll out of the area and float up into the sky. They'd bounce off the glass dome surrounding the Camp and would just float around until you pull them down.

Closing your eyes, you lean back into the bubble pulling your concentration from the shouts of frustration around you. In hindsight, this probably wasn't a good idea, but as soon as you got to Reyna you could release everyone else.

You found her quickly, her location like a prickle in the back of your mind. You could easily locate each bubble, but it was figuring out which one she was in that was hard.

When you spotted her and willed your bubble closer, she was angrily clawing at the bubble with her dagger, trying desperately to pop it. Once she noticed you, her face lit up with relief.

"Y/N! We need to figure out a way to pop these bubbles," she said, and brought up a foot to kick at it. Nothing happened, other than her losing her own balance and stumbling inside the bubble.

"You're just going to hurt yourself if you do that," you said, crossing your arms as you lounged back against the bubble.

She huffed, and asked, "What went wrong?"

Shrugging, you replied carelessly with, "I might've overestimated the amount of drakon blood needed. It's whatever,"

Her eyes widened. You were sure that she was appalled by your attitude. She banged her fist against the bubble in your direction and yelled, "How can you be so calm? Who knows what these bubbles can do?"

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk curling at your lips.

"I do."

You watched as each moment of realization dawned on her, from the way her furrowed brows lifted, and her small irises grew large. Her lips parted, before she scowled.

"This isn't funny, Y/N. What if you didn't? What if someone got hurt? Or worse, killed?"

You rolled your eyes, "your lack of faith in me is wounding," you teased before sitting up straight, "relax, Rey, I planned it all out. I tested this so many times I could probably preform the spell in my sleep."

Slowly their bubbles inched together.

"You don't know that," she said.

"But I do," you replied.

The edges of your bubbles touched.

"What if the drakon's spit touched someone's bare skin--hey!"

She landed ungracefully in your lap, her limbs splaying over as her fingers grasped at nothing. You laughed and helped her sit up on her knees.

Her face was fixed in a scowl, and her previous bubble popped into nothing. Now it was just you two.

"I have a remedy, Reyna. I wouldn't make anyone even go near drakon's blood if I didn't have a trustworthy cure, promise?"

Her face softened, and she reached up to cup your cheek. She ran her fingers along the curve of your jaw, before her thumb brushed over your lip.

"You're horrible, y'know that right?" She whispered.

"I'm well aware," you hummed, and you leaned forward to kiss her.

She accepted it, smiling against your lips. With your noses brushing and your giggles filling the bubble, you both broke away to breathe.

"You better put everyone down this instant," she said, gentle but still stern.

"Aye, aye, captain," you said, and closed your eyes. You always had to picture the action before it happened. Reyna let out a small gasp as the bubbles around you lowered until they touched the ground, and everyone inside were set free.

Except you two.

When you opened your eyes again, dark brown eyes were looking at you.

"What about us?"

You smiled and toyed with the end of her braid. "you're saying you don't want to spend time with me up here? Under the sunlight, with nobody around?"

She sighed and pursed her lips. "No," she said, "that's not what I'm saying. I'm saying I have a lot of stuff to do."

You groaned and rolled your head to the side, "you've been saying that all week--no, all month!" you turned back to her, tone going into a quiet whisper when you saw the troubled look on her face.

"Please? Only for a little while? We're still kids, Reyna, it doesn't always have to be up to us."

She glances back down to New Rome, where people were milling about minding their business. No fires, no screams. Just peace and quiet.

"Okay, but only for an hour, got it?"

You beamed and pulled her close. She landed with an 'oof!' but quickly settled herself against your side.

"Of course. An hour is enough," you mumbled, resting your head on hers. She looked up and pressed a kiss to your jaw.

"You're a sap."

"Only for you."

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Can you write Jason x Daughter of Hecate? Both of them are on the Argo 2 btw. Jason is dating Piper but he starts to fall in love with the reader who already likes him? She also has a bestie who is a daughter of Hermes. Reader is a recrenation of Helen of Troy, who is put into an endless cycle of heartbreak but when she meets Jason the cycle gets broken. But she is really afraid of falling in love. Sorry if I am being to specific 😭😭

i mean...i can certainly try! sorry this took a while! i wanted to make it good but then i got caught up with other things. enjoy!

You rested your hand on the ship's railing, the wind blowing against your sweat-slicked skin as you looked across the vast ocean sea where it met the skyline in a burst of orange and pink hues.

The air tasted of salt and a slight tinge of iron from the battle just an hour prior. Water sloshed against the ship's edge, and you could hear Coach Hedge complain about a lack of ambrosia squares. You blinked, your brows furrowing, and you covered a slowly oozing cut on your palm from a vicious fight with harpies.

Sucking in a breath, your hands left the side of the desk, and latched onto the mirror attached to your belt next to your prized dagger.

You held it up to your face, catching your haggard look in the reflection. The mirror was a gift from your mother, Hecate, when you both discovered you'd been a reincarnation of one of Greek mythologies most beautiful mortals. You'd never really felt a connection to your past self, other than this deep unsettling feeling of being miserable in every relationship you've ever been in.

Taking in a deep breath, you whispered into the air, "Show me Alice Miyazawa."

The mirror bubbled, and suddenly you had a view of your best friend from camp.

Alice sat in bed, frowning as she tinkered with undoubtedly some kind of pranking device. "Alice?" you asked, your voice coming out filtered. You cringed when you heard yourself on the other side, but laughed when she snapped her head up, a guilty look on her face.

"Huh? What? Oh, shit, Y/N! It's been forever, what's up?"

You knew Alice couldn't see you, the mirrors magic didn't extend itself that far, but Alice always pretended like she could. If anybody else saw her, she'd probably look weird staring off into space, but she always managed to look directly at the direction of the mirror.

Ungracefully, Alice stuffed whatever the device she was tinkering with under her pillow. Giggling, you responded, "nothing much. Same old, same old. A lot of water, a lot of annoying monsters. We're headed towards the House of Hades though! It's progress, at least."

Alice tilted her head, a sympathetic smile on her lips. "Hey, you're getting somewhere, can't say the same for the rest of us. We've just been here like sitting ducks."

You sigh, "don't say that. You're protecting Camp, no matter how small of a task it may seem at the moment."

Alice hums, like she doesn't really believe you, and shrugs.

"Anyways, Connor just did the stupidest--" Alice begins, but she's cut off by a shout.

"Y/N!" the voice is deep and rich, and you know who it is immediately. You whip around, finding him at the base of the stairs, eyes bright with excitement. "C'mon!"

Jason.

Blinking, you stutter to get out words. What was going on? Was everybody alright?

Alice smirks, her grin entirely catlike. "Go get your man, girl."

Blushing furiously, you will away Alice's image, and tuck your mirror back into its slot at your belt.

You run over, and the two of you keep an even pace as you head below deck. "What's wrong?" you ask, pulling your hair back from your face.

He furrows his brow, "Did you forget?"

You shrug, "yes? I wouldn't have asked If I hadn't," you huffed, crossing your arms. You both stop short of the dining room.

He smiles, an easy thing that has your head feel light. Your heart beats, and you push it down and away from your mind. You have no right to go falling for stupid, handsome, Jason Grace.

"Movie night, Y/N. We needed a break, you know that well enough."

"Right," you said, nodding. Movie night. Just the thing you needed. Even though Percy and Annabeth were currently walking through Tartarus, we were watching movies. Makes total sense, right? No. You hated the idea. But you also understood. Breaks were a neccesary evil.

You both entered the room, and Piper's eyes draw to you. You notice she isn't looking at Jason but you. Her gaze is searching, and catches at your mirror at your hip before floating to the dagger she was twirling between her fingers.

It was the famous dagger of Helen of Troy. Rumors used to say that Helen used it to sneak Paris into the castle so they could escape off into the night outside of the her husband, and the guards vision. Now, it belonged to Piper, and she wasn't even sure how to yield it's magical properties. You felt bad for her because of it. Willing the magic in your mirror had been so easy for you, yet it took intense bouts of concentration for it to even give her a glimpse.

You frowned, and your hand hovered over your mirror before retreating back into your pocket. Maybe it was easier for you because your mother was the goddess of magic, or because as Helen that dagger had been your own. Either way, Piper had denied the offers you'd made to help her out. Was she scared you were going to try and take the dagger from her? You didn't know. But what you did know is that Piper was as stubborn as a mule.

It's kind of what you liked about her.

You wondered if that's what Jason liked about her too.

He smiled, though not as easy as the one he'd given you beforehand, and took his spot next to Piper. The projector flickered to life on the wall. Leo was at the side, tinkering with Annabeth's laptop in order to play the movie. When Jason noticed that you hadn't moved from the door, he patted the spot next to him on the floor, where a pile of blankets and pillows had been scattered about.

Slowly, you walked over and sat down. You were so clearly awkward, but Jason paid it no mind. With one arm around Piper, he nudged your shoulder and smiled.

You felt your vision blur, and you looked away with a huff as your cheeks tinged red.

Stupid Jason Grace with his stupid smile and stupid gorgeous eyes. You didn't need his crap anymore. You didn't need anybody's crap, no matter how pretty they were.

--

You looked over to Hazel, who was chewing on her lip nervously. Her eyes flit to you and shrugged. Beside her, Nico and Frank sat tense, just as awkward as you had been only a few hours ago.

Jason and Piper were fighting. Or well, what they called "talking". Thankfully, they'd traveled down the hall, Leo following hesitantly.

Now, the three of you were just waiting, listening to Piper's huffs and groans, Jason's rising temper, and Leo's quiet attempts at diffusing the situation as Hedge's TV blared from his room. All the sounds jumbled about, and you slid a little closer to Hazel.

"Internal fighting is the source of the issue," she whispered to you, and you tugged on one of her girls. It bounced right back into place. "I mean, it's the whole reason the war exists. The gods fighting with their own kin, and what not. Sometimes I wished people realized that."

You nodded your agreement. She was right. Discomfort within the group would just cause them to go backwards. Nico shifted beside her and looked at you. Out of all of the seven, you knew Nico the best. You'd met Annabeth and Percy first, but Nico had been the one you'd truly talked with and bonded to. He was the whole reason you'd even agreed to getting on the damn ship.

While Percy, Annabeth, and Grover were out saving the world and stuff, you and Nico had been bonding over your statuses. Him as the son of Hades, you as a myth reincarnation. Both of you made people uncomfortable for different reasons. They thought he was dangerous, they thought you were a sign from the gods.

It was annoying to no end.

"We aren't going to get to Percy and Annabeth if they keep doing this," he says, voice low and quiet. His eyes are narrowed, and beside him, Frank shivers.

"You have to let them diffuse it on their own though. There's nothing we can do other than be supportive," Frank points out, and when Nico cuts him a glance he shrinks back. You give him a smile, hoping it would ease his nerves.

Leo stepped back into the room, rubbing at his elbow, a gloomy Piper at his side.

"Jason's gone off to blow off some steam. He'll be back," Leo says, glancing over to Piper who silently retakes her seat. Without Jason between you, your arms are pressed up against one another.

The group falls back into silence, though now tense, and Leo un-pauses the movie. Soon the only sounds are the shifting of blankets and the movie's audio. You turn to Piper and lower your voice.

"Everything okay?"

She looks at you, her gaze a lot harsher than it'd been before. Then something dawns on her, and she shakes her head. She runs a hand through her hair, and nods. "Yeah, we're fine. Jason's fine. I'm fine. Thanks."

"Uh, okay," you say, and you look back to the screen.

It's like that for a little longer, until your mirror brushes her dagger.

You feel the effects before you seem them. A spark runs up your body, and both of you straighten. A bout of static electricity bounces between you and you barely get the chance to look at each other before your vision is being taken from you.

Piper's face is set hard in your vision, and her fists are balled up against Jason's chest. He's frowning, and electricity is dancing across his knuckles. Leo looks between to the two of them, hands raised.

"Admit it!" Piper screams, pushing Jason back against the wall. He groans when he makes contact and pulls her wrists from his chest. She yelps and yanks her hand back. Her fingers are twitching with energy from where his lightning-touched hands had zapped hers.

"What is there to say?" he growls out, advancing. Piper doesn't back down, and steps forward too. She isn't nearly as tall as him, but she's getting there, and her eyes meet his.

"You're pathetic, Jason. You need to step out of this stupid label you've put yourself in. You like her, admit it! I've accepted it so why can't you?"

Jason falters, and Leo coughs. "Uh, Pipes, maybe we should--"

She snaps at him, teeth pulled back in a snarl, "No Leo, we should have this conversation! I'm tired of being his pretty little security net because he's scared of his own feelings. She's perfect for you Jason, so go!"

"I don't want to lose her, Piper!"

Piper's eyes flash, and her skin seems to grow a bit more vibrant, and her hair a lot more luscious. Passion screams in all of her being.

You watch in third person as realization dawns in Leo and Jason's eyes.

The blessing of Aphrodite.

"You're going to lose her to war. She's going to die one day without you, married off to someone else because you were too much of a coward to say you love her. Admit it. You love her. It's clear as day."

Piper was passionate about this, and Aphrodite must've been too. The goddess of love was trying to help Piper get her point across in the only way she knew how. Beauty.

"When she's gone, don't come crawling back to me, Grace," she spits, and walks off. Leo stands there, eyes cautiously hovering over Jason. His hands clench around air.

"Jason--"

"I'll be back...I've got---I've got to get all this energy out," he holds up a fist covered in bright electric lightning to emphasize his point. Leo nods, and pivots on his foot to follow after Piper.

Your vision comes back, and you find Hazel standing by you, one hand on your back, the other brushing your hair from your sweaty forehead. You glance over to find Leo doing the same thing to a recovering Piper.

She'd seen it too. She'd felt it. She'd lived it.

Piper looks over and the message is clear as day.

"Don't say anything," her eyes scream.

You nod softly.

[moondrop-writes]

sorry for going absolutely fucking feral when you mentioned death note do you still think i'm cool

[moondrop-writes]

ur fnaf sb headcanons are so cute!!!! :3 i was wondering if i could req some sun and moon x reader headcanons??? :0

thank you! and ofc you can, love! i honestly adore sun & moon <3 these are separate head canons, but you can think of them as reading being involved with both at the same time if you please.

SUNDROP ☼

best boyf

very energetic and willing! he'll go along with whatever you want to do

the kids absolutely adore him, so, they adore you as well

a lot of headcanons make you to be this kid of helper in the daycare, but i feel as if that would violate a LOT of security rules and Sun wouldn't be allowed to let you get too close

so instead you stretch out in the theatre, waiting for the day to end or for naptime, as the kids play.

you bring him little gifts from outside the pizza plex

you got some trinkets from a gag store? he'll take them!

he keeps everything you've ever gifted to him in his secret room

hugs GALORE

whenever he sees you, it's an obligatory hug

wraps you up close to his waist and holds you tight with his long arms

forehead touching, lots of forehead touches

watching movies together on your phone

he doesn't really understand them, but it makes you happy so he's happy to just watch mindlessly!

doing "kids" activities together.

he tries to bake you treats using the kitchen ovens, but he doesn't know how

50% flour, 25% egg, 10% chocolate, 10% sugar, 5% water

someone gets him a recipe book

drinking fizzy faz and eating bonnie bowl ice cream until you're wide awake and sun is near short-circuiting

MOONDROP ☾

best cuddler between him and sun

will lay down and hold you close to his chest, so you can hear the sounds of his voice-box better as he hums to you

invites you in during naptime

you help him knit new blankets for naptime because the pizza plex doesn't care to spend more money on them then they need to

you're constantly fixing broken toys while you're in the theatre waiting

softly singing together

maybe even dancing together

i like to think that his body was purposely made to run a bit warmer than the other animatronics so he can comfort kids if they wake up scared, which makes him ideal during the winter

handholding!!! he isn't that big on PDA, or just physical affection, but if you're cuddling or holding hands he doesn't mind

he'll count each of your birthmarks

connects them with marker as if they're constellations

in-game him voice appears very rough and almost scratchy, but i think that's only for when there's intruders

of course, it'll still be a bit rough, but i think he has a deep calming voice that's good to lull people to sleep

whenever there's moon, there's you. he only ventures outside of the daycare if it's required or if you're with him

he creates small little piles of blankets, pillows, left over fabric, and more in the play structures for the two of you to lay in after daycare hours

i think it's very obvious that moon was not designed to be able to sleep, because he's meant to be the one to get people to fall asleep

so, i think he kind of just...watches you sleep if you end up resting for a bit

not in a creepy way though

you just look so peaceful and detached from the rest of the world he can't help but try and shield you from it

he'll play with your hair while you sleep

traces shapes in the palms of your hands

[moondrop-writes]

Hi!! Happy Holidays!! I was wondering if I could request Percy and Hermes (platonic)?

Percy sees Hermes's delivery truck (sometime after the 2nd great prophecy/quest) and goes to say 'hi'/catch up and bring some rats for George and Martha? Maybe he mentions that Hermes's temple in Tartarus helped him and Annabeth survive. Thanks 😊

-@pjo-hermes-stan

hi hi!!! i hope you have an enjoyable holiday as well!!! and of course i can. i hope you enjoy this piece :) i tried to write it smoothly, but it's been a while since i've written anything for pjo.

Percy's life has been normal, which is significantly abnormal considering the crap he'd been through the past few years. He wasn't attempting to jinx it though. He hadn't even seen a sign of a monster for the past month, and Riptide has taken temporary residency in the drawer of his bedside table. He'd been able to just be a seventeen-year-old in New York, and it was amazing.

Skating through the city, chewing on candy from Sweet on America, as he laughed. It felt good to be able to be care-free and relaxed.

That was until he spotted the truck.

It was subtle, he'd admit, but Percy's eyes trained on the caduceus immediately. A shock went through him, and his hand went to his pocket for his sword, only to come up with empty candy-bar wrappers.

What did Hermes want?

But then again, what did any god want?

Tucking his skateboard under his army, Percy walked up to the truck, watching as it unloaded into a nearby warehouse. He isn't sure if he should've been surprised to find the god of messages there considering it seemed like such a miniscule task, but Hermes noticed Percy the moment he moved to take a step closer.

"Ah, Perseus, nice to see you around!" The god was dressed in his delivery wear, a clipboard in hand and a pencil tucked behind his ear. He flashed a dazzling smile that reminded Percy all too much of his son.

"Hermes," he greets, with a polite bow of his head. He'd rather not piss off any gods at the moment. "What are you doing? I thought the gods were working on claiming their kids." it's a subtle implication, but Hermes eyes glint over.

"Ah, we are. I think I've claimed two in the past week. I can't recall," he laughs easily, and takes his pen from his ear. Percy watches as it molds into a caduceus, with two snarling snakes. They immediately reel back upon seeing Percy.

Martha's tongue peaks out, and leans forward, inspecting him. George does the same and is the first to break the silence. "Do you have rats on you?" he hisses, and Martha nudges into his side.

"Uh, no," Percy says and turns back to the god, "then what are you doing here? Surely you have more than two unclaimed kids."

In the back of his mind, Percy can hear George whining about a lack of rats as Martha chides him over manners. He pushes it away and out of his mind, focusing on the god in front of him.

Hermes has a raised eyebrow and his mouth twitches into a smirk. "I should be offended that you see me as a... promiscuous type of god, but you have a fair question. The gods have decided that not only should we work on claiming our kids but helping out in humanity more. My company sales were lacking so..." he trails off, looking behind him as multiple workers carrying heavy brown boxes into the large warehouse.

Percy clicks his tongue and nods.

"But enough of me, how about you?" a gentler look comes across Hermes face, one he'd only seen given to May Castellan. Percy's brows furrow.

"What? Uh, I'm alright. Why?"

Hermes looks at him like he's dumb.

"You went through a war, twice. The world seems normal, but you can't stop thinking about the horrors you went through. And you can't ask anybody about it because they'd call you crazy. See what I mean? I'll ask you again. How are you?"

Percy hates how right he is. He hates how easily he knows how he feels. Percy hates gods like Hermes. He hates all the gods, sometimes. Still, he shrugs and looks back to the caduceus. Martha's looking at him expectantly, and George has already disengaged in the conversation.

"Better. As good as I can be, y'know," Hermes nods, and it seems like he's genuinely interested in what Percy has to say. He's talked to plenty of gods who'd asked how he was, and when he actually tried to express himself, they brushed him off. It was kind of heartwarming.

"Yes. I've been informed of your troubles whilst on the quest to stop Gaea."

Percy laughs drily, shrugging. "If you can dub Tartarus as a 'trouble'."

Hermes sighs in agreement and purses his lips. Martha makes this weird hissing sound, which was probably meant to be a coo, but turned out to be sort of terrifying. For some reason, Percy was endeared by the snake.

"I am sorry about that. I will say there is nothing I could've done, but I am sorry."

Percy nods, before a thought crosses his mind. He thinks about sitting at Hermes shrine, eating peanut m&m's, Annabeth by his side.

"You did do something," he says, and a look of bewilderment crosses Hermes face, "well, not you, but your kids did. There was a small shrine down there, I don't know why or how, but it was connected to Camp. It helped us, a lot. Connor delivered a message for us, while we were down there. I don't think I ever thanked him."

Hermes smiles, unlike the one he'd had before. It was much more enjoyable to see. A proud look came across his face, almost smug over his child's small feat.

"Well, I'm glad. I have never had an active--"

"Boss! The truck's unloaded!" A new voice calls, peaking around the truck. The guy stares suspiciously at Percy but waits patiently.

The caduceus shrinks back into a pen and clipboard, and with one last whine from George, Percy's mind is clouded by mist. He can't even imagine it being a caduceus anymore.

"The world calls me, Perseus, I must go. I'm no Apollo, but I cannot foresee any kind of troubles coming your way," and with that he walks away. Percy stands there, a bit stunned, until the truck drives away.

He drops his skateboard and bites his lip before taking off.

--

Later that week, if he stops by the pet store and buys a few dead rats, his mom doesn't question it.

And if he drops it off by the warehouse by the door, it may or may not say it's for George and Martha.

The next day it's gone. When he gets home, on his apartment door, is a small sticky note with a smiley face on it.

[moondrop-writes]

cozy winter nights

prompt: what if the animatronics had an s/o who was a night security guard during the winter?

characters: glam!freddy, glam!chica, montgomery gator, roxanne wolf

writing form: headcanons

introductory page!!

GLAMROCK FREDDY ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ

definitely the best person to go to during the winter, especially at night

the animatronics aren't supposed to be messing around with their temperature controls, but at night, Freddy will mess with his ventilation system a bit so the heat he radiates is a little bit warmer for you

he'll come meet you in the security office to keep you company

"y/n! you look frozen! allow me to help you."

will literally distract you from your job just to be close and chat with you

"freddy, i need to watch the cameras." "but your fingers will get cold!"

biggest cuddler out of the bunch

he's just very concerned for your health. it cant be good to be sitting in the office all night with no heat

unsubtly pitches the idea of portable heaters to the front desk

GLAMROCK CHICA ꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱

you know how people say fitness is the best way to warm your body up? well she's a firm believer in that

she loves you lots, don't get her wrong, but she isn't going to baby you like Freddy will

"c'mon, y/n! you just gotta move around a little, take a few laps around the security office!"

very energetic and happy despite it being 3am and the dead of winter

you are not pleased

she'll sneak you some hot chocolate from the kitchen though

if you aren't moving around enough to her liking, she'll try her hardest to keep you awake and running

plenty words of encouragement to help you through your shifts

MONTGOMERY GATOR ˚✧ ﾟ

probably the most understanding

though he doesn't really show it

while he's an animatronic, he'd been loaded with a bunch of information on gators, who are very much cold-blooded

he understands how it feels to be cold because of the data

isn't the softest, but is definitely less demanding than chica is

he'll sit with you in the office silently

if you're shivering or anything he'll get a little closer to you as you switch through the monitor screens

curls his tail around your chair

"you should bring a heavier coat." "i know." "and a scarf." "i know." "and gloves." "i get it, monty."

ROXANNE WOLF ૮ ฅ• ﻌ -ฅ ა

she will literally offer to build a makeshift den in the security office

"pfft! not like i care or anything...just...it'll be nice."

takes blankets and pillows from lost and found to pile onto you

lets you play with her hair absentmindedly

she sings to you softly

becomes routine at one point

you cuddled up in your office chair with lost blankets as she sits at your feet

she's really warm because her hair holds heat, so she's like a portable heater

secretly a big softie

big on huddling for warmth

softest of soft