#🔱 | V; STAY WITH ME.

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Percy wasn’t sure if he was grateful for the other’s soft-spoken demeanor (well, soft-spoken now . . . as opposed to the valid anger and frustration earlier) or wishing he would’ve stayed mad. And okay, yeah, that sounded weird and required some explanation: Percy knew he’d screwed up. Percy knew he deserved the scolding, and at this rate, he was ready to weather it. When Hiccup’s mood changed to something more somber, something calmer, even, some part of Percy screamed from the inside, Wait, no; you can’t possibly be done yelling at me. 

But that was just it, wasn’t it?

Suddenly, the tone shifted into another familiarity: someone recognizing that the mess-up had been an accident. Someone seeing how remorseful he was and deciding, Okay, driving this into the ground isn’t doing anything; he knows what he did. And maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t entirely his fault, after all.

Coolly, peacefully, and with way more maturity than Percy could ever claim to have, Hiccup just moved on and dropped it. The explanation he offered for what could have gone wrong was as much encouraging as it was . . . really not. (Like, So, by the way, you losing control of the sea like that? Totally understandable. Probably because you have no control over your emotions, buddy! Yeah . . . old news, man.) But the point is, they were past the “blame game” and on to actually fixing things. And that, Percy could do. That, Percy would do.

“Got it,” he practically croaked, but cleared his throat and made the effort to pull himself out of that guilt so he could focus. “Stay calm. Easy.” Not at all. Really, asking any demigod to “stay calm” was like trying to prevent a puppy from having the zoomies. Besides, wasn’t trying to stay calm basically an oxymoron? (Was he using that word correctly? Annabeth wasn’t here to correct him.) It didn’t make any sense to him, but he also wasn’t really in a place to question it. Or give Hiccup more reasons to worry about him causing another tidal wave.

Following a stride or two behind Hiccup as they wandered along the shore, “Uh, yeah—sorry. Didn’t really have time for introductions with, um . . . stuff happening.” Floods and the like. “It’s Percy. Thanks for . . . not insta-banishing me. I’m gonna go out on a limb here and assume you have a name too—?”

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"It's alright bud take your time." his voice was much softer. He hardly ever rose his voice. Hardly shouted like that but seeing the one thing he had in the nine realms hurt always got the better of him. He should know better. Hands wrapped around the saddle strap on the dragons back as he pulled him gently. Hearing Toothless groan as he got his to his legs. Flopping into the waves as they moved slowly back to whatever the shore was left.

Wading back to the shore he helped Toothless onto the grass just beyond the sand. Reaching down to take off the now sopping wet boot as he placed it down. He wasn't going to need it for a bit. He hated wet footwear.

Taking a deep breath he calmed himself. It seemed the other understood the gravity of the situation. "We need to check the rest of the shore. See if there are any of the sea dragons have gotten stuck. You'll have to bring the tide in once we do." The waters here were much different than Percy was used to.

"How to explain this..." It wasn't often he had to. Being half Vanir himself he understood that the sea was more volatile to emotion. That was how Vanir magic worked. From sigil work to more emotional backed magic. To the oldest one there was , dragon. It was all different and yet the same. "You cannot lose your temper. The seas will be more volatile than you can handle. It causes well...you already saw."

It baffled him how different the rules of the same thing were so alike and yet so vastly different from one another. "You stay calm the waters stay calm. More willing to listen and go as you need it to. The stronger the emotion the more temperamental it'll be."

Wadding through the ankle deep water he continued down the shore with the other. Letting his bonded half to rest while they did damage control. "If you say those things are going to come back then we need to do it smartly." Which meant experimenting with the others abilities with the sea. Demigods were confusing as it was but a child of another sea god confused him more.

"Suppose you have a name?" He had just realized the entire time the other had been here he had not even asked their name.

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          “Well how can I say no to that?”

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❝ our paths cross for now. as to the future, we shall see. ❞

Overwatch Starters | Accepting

          It would be a lie to say he wasn’t intrigued. While he had been prepared for a night with the beautiful woman before him, Finnick hadn’t expected to be turned down. As relieved as he was to be spared a night from bedding a complete stranger and could leave the hotel with dignity, he’d been left confused. Most women would kill to have Finnick Odair for a night. Wetting lips, sea greens sweep the features of his almost-paramour, words soft as he watches her leave. “I guess we will…”

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- SMOOOOOOOOCHeS -

     He’s admittedly a little surprised by the sudden kiss, but he’s happy to return the affection, smile hinting afterwards. “Well, hello to you too.”

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I DEMAND A DISCOUNT

          “Do you have a coupon?”

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dear finn, u r hawt. 10/10 would bang. mostly me. xoxo aph

     I’m too hot—- hot damn.

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          “You’ve got to greet me like this more often...”

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you, me, and our bed. tonight. ideal threesome? yes.

          Oh yeah.

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- slaps finnick in the ass, just cause - wink wonk

          “Don’t I even get a hello?”

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- sprawls out over the finn -

     He’s just going to bend forward and kiss her cheek softly. 

          “Hello, beautiful.”

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Come back to bed, dearheart.

          It’s barely dawn when soft voice pulls him back, like a lifeline, to             the bed that is their haven —— though, returning to her arms is far from             displeasing. Torso, still warm, presses to her own as mouths connect,             his hungry, her own soft. Times like these, he especially detests what             duty entails. He had been hoping to have been gone before she woke,             avoiding soft lips’ pout and possessive hold on him. Now, it would seem,             he’s trapped in craved embrace.

                    It takes everything in him to guide arms away, soft, apologetic pecks                    dotting sleepy features as he pulls away, sliding to sit at the edge of                    the bed. A glance over his shoulder, and Finnick can’t resist kissing                    her one last time. 

               “Go back to bed, Aph. I’ll be back in a little while.”

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          “You really have to stop stealing my shirts.”

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her exuberance is nothing new, but this night, excitement leaves her perfectly uncontained. with bright smile and laughter, the goddess pounces upon her beloved, pinning him to the bed and adorning every possible part of his face, his jaw, and neck with sweet little kisses. fingers lace with his own, before pulling digits up for individual little kisses-- and in between each kiss an ardent, " i love you, i love you, i love you. " it's juvenile, perhaps, but foremost on her mind this day.

        It’s been a fairly exhausting day and when Finnick finds the bed empty,      he tries not to be too disappointed. Night spent with greedy paramours     often have him craving her genuine affections. Settling into bed, clothes     cast aside, he waits for her return with a book she’s left behind. An easy     read on the history of Panem that nearly puts the tired victor to sleep. He     would have dozed off entirely, had the object of his desire not entered in     time. A pleasantly surprised smile and lips part to greet her but words are     interrupted by kisses. Instead, only laughter filters out as he swiftly flips     their positions and mimics her earlier affections.

          “I love you too. Welcome home.”

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seafoamxsiren

          He still can't find his keys. They had to be in his pocket. When      he stumbled before, he'd heard them jingle. But each time shaking      hands slips into pockets, they came out empty. In his frustration, he      makes a rougher attempt, hunched forward in the slightest. It's then      that world shifts and he's suddenly on the floor, winded and gasping      out a breathless groan at the harsh impact.

          Slick concrete scrapes cheek and hands and it takes all of the      victor's energy to prop himself up against the building's wall. Muscles      aching and head swimming ---- thoughts slipping out like Four's sand      through his fingers ---- the idea that he can make it up to his apartment      is disregarded entirely. Light rain picking up, he makes a last feeble      attempt to find keys, but when hands descend, one reaches seam      while the other brushes his phone. Common sense suddenly clear,      he selects the first contact on his list and waits for her voice to filter      through.

          “...Downstairs. I need help.”

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"No feelings. That was our deal."

        Head turns and he can’t help the smile that     settles over his features. It lacks any mirth or      warmth and softened gaze falls to bare collar      as digits skim over silken sheets. 

          “That was the plan, yeah. Guess we both                fucked up there, didn’t we?”

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she doesn't quite understand this holiday which belongs to another pantheon. but she likes the cheer, the light and warmth that it evokes. and most of all, she likes that she can share that levity and warmth with him, the man she loves so very unabashedly. his present is nothing special, but it comes from the heart and she hopes it is enough. a gilded book, inlaid with gold, containing pictures and written memories of their time together. words of love, cherished moments penned in her own hand.

        Though Panem is an unhappy place and Finnick lives a sacrificial lifestyle     to provide safety for loved ones, utmost joy and genuine affection has been     found in the divinity’s company and, for that, he’s grateful. They’re both fairly     lacking in experience with authentic relationships, but he and Aphrodite are     learning together. Tangled on the couch, he takes the offered gift, curious     sea greens catching her gaze, smile hinting at parted lips before they close.     Teasing suspicion laces his features as he inspects the book before the joy     falls away in favor of shock. Realizing the time and effort her present took,     delicate digits brush the pages and he leans closer for a long, appreciative     kiss. 

          “Thank you. I really love it.”

        And, for emphasis, he drags her to his lap and opens the book to the first     page, already beginning to read.