#and then all Piper gets that same moment is

[m-for-now]

Friendly reminder that in the Demigod Diaries (which is canon I believe not that it matters at this point), Leo Valdez genuinely refers to Jason Grace as "surfer-dude handsome"

[somewhereincairparavel]

when people say that jason grace dying of a stab wound is extremely stupid and anti climatic, and that it was made for jason to look 'weak', i couldn't disagree more tbh, bc it's so so symbolic. in blood of olympus, it was said that jason's soul was broken the moment he was stabbed with imperial gold, and it left more than just a physical scar on him, it damaged his soul. because only a few minutes prior, he had a bitter, soul crushing confrontation with his mother's spirit. jason told piper that she was the only reason he had the will to live at that particular moment, otherwise he would've crumbled down and let himself give in to death.

and then comes his life a few months later, jason lost his anchors, which was piper and leo, jason enrolled in edgarton which was located in the same area where his mother died in a car crash. he was already showing signs of spiralling, taking as many subjects/extra curricular activities as he could, getting as engrossed as he could in his minor gods project, to take his mind off of the prophecy.

all of this was more than enough to reopen jason's soul scarring, jason taking a hit with a spear, in the EXACT same spot as the previous stab, was the culmination of his soul withering for good. piper was there both the times he got impaled, this time though, when he crumbled to the floor, jason had completely given in to death, not bothering to put up a fight with his mind.

'the truth was enough to break jason grace'

his mind was damaged, broken and weary, and that was the real reason he died, not because he couldn't take on a physical stab wound.

[aphroditelovesu]

Yan! PJO + HOO the first time they tell that they love the Reader? You can choose the characters you want to write! Love you work 🥰💕

❝ 🌊 — lady l: I only did a few, since you gave me the freedom of choice. I hope you like it and if you want a part 2 with other characters, I will do it! Good reading and forgive me for any mistakes!

❝warnings: none, just fluff, very soft!yandere and me being a cheesy romance reader.

❝🌊characters: percy jackson, annabeth chase, grover underwood, luke castellan, jason grace, nico di angelo, will solace, piper mclean and leo valdez.

❝dividers by: @cafekitsune 💙

❝Yan!PJO/HOO ❝The first time they say: ''I love you.''

Percy Jackson had never been good at expressing his feelings in the healthiest way. He knew he loved you, he knew it from the first time he met you but he didn't know how to put those feelings into words, he just knew how to show them.

And he showed in an unconventional way how much he cared about you, how much he loved you. His favorite way and the one that worked the most, in his mind, was being a bully to those who bothered you. He once almost drowned Clarisse to death after she knocked you down in training. Percy only stopped when you begged him to do so.

He knew there was failure at the moment, so he decided to have another strategy. He needed to confess what he was feeling, get those suffocating feelings out. With the advice of some friends, Percy decided to ask you to go swimming with him. When you were sitting on the riverbank, chatting away, Percy used his powers and made several hearts with the water, along with the sunset, it became a romantic environment.

He got close to her face, held her hands tenderly and whispered loud enough, ''I love you.''

When his lips connected, Percy knew he had known true happiness.

Annabeth Chase always knew what she wanted and when she wanted it and she knew she wanted you. She knew it since she met you at Camp Half-Blood and she knew you were meant to be hers.

Due to her more reserved personality regarding her feelings, Annabeth didn't have much of an idea of how to express them to you. A simple ''I love you'' could be enough, but she wanted something more. She was proud and wanted something that really screamed for her.

So she spent weeks planning how everything would go. The atmosphere, the lighting and the exact words she would say to you. Annabeth had a whole plan, everything was carefully planned. She invited you to go with her to a more distant part of the camp, where you could be alone.

Everything was going as he wanted, the silence was good, the light was beautiful and most importantly, you were there. After you ate some fruit and talked a little, Annabeth knew this was the time. But she got nervous and could no longer say the speech she had planned, so all that came out of her lips was, ''I love you.''

But that was enough. She was slightly blushing and felt her chest fill with happiness when you said you felt the same and when you kissed her.

Grover Underwood is much more cautious in its approach. He is a satyr who is shyer than the others, more reserved, especially towards you. He knew he was in love, but he wasn't sure if you loved him back.

And the gods knew how much it would break him if you rejected him.

So Grover chose to just be friends with him, to yearn for you from afar. He was satisfied with this choice, with this position in his life, but it didn't take long for him to be consumed by jealousy when he saw another demigod or satyr near you. That's when he knew he couldn't stay in the shadows any longer.

He asked Percy and Annabeth for advice, who advised him to be direct, but be more romantic when confessing to you. Grover was still afraid of being rejected, but he couldn't live with himself if he didn't at least try. When the moon was in the sky and the stars were shining and the two of you just watched it, that was when he gained courage.

Grover was a bit confused with his words, but he managed to say everything he wanted. When he said, ''I love you'', you pulled him into a breathless kiss, sealing your love. Grover almost melted in his arms.

Luke Castellan was much more interested in his revenge against the gods than in his feelings. He tried at all costs to ignore them, that is, ignoring you, but it got to the point where he could no longer ignore what he felt.

He was soon overcome by feelings of jealousy, of anger that left him breathless when he saw you near another demigod. When you spent your time with others other than him. He knew he was being a hypocrite, after all, he was the one who left but that didn't mean you could replace him.

When he saw you laughing with one of Aphrodite's children, that's when he knew he had to make it clear who you belonged to. During a cold, calm night at camp, Luke invited you to walk along the beach because he wanted to talk to you.

His eyes widened slightly when the son of Hermes held your hands and with gentle words, the gentlest you had ever heard come out of his mouth, he confessed how he felt to you. You were surprised, even more so when you heard him say, ''I love you.''

Luke waited for your return and when you said you felt the same, he kissed you. For the first time in a long time, he actually felt happy.

Jason Grace was nervous about his feelings, shy even. He was confident in many ways, but he didn't know how to tell you, the person he loved most, how he felt. He had no idea how to make you see the truth, see what he really felt and not just words that could be empty depending on the context and the person.

He was sitting by the lake, watching the gentle waves as he tried to collect his thoughts. Jason knew he needed to find the courage to express his feelings, but every time he tried, the words seemed to slip out of his mouth, leaving him even more frustrated.

He picked up a smooth pebble and began to throw it into the water, watching the circles form and slowly dissipate. It was like his feelings, he thought. They were there, clear as water, but they were lost before reaching the surface.

The sun was setting over the horizon, dyeing the sky in orange and pink tones, while Jason felt increasingly restless. He knew he needed to find a way to show the truth, to make you understand without his words faltering. With his mind made up, he got up and walked to where you were sitting, looking at the sunset.

With a lump in his throat and his heart pounding, he sat next to her, took a deep breath and, on impulse, took her hand and let the words full of feelings come out of his mouth, in love, ''I love you. '', it was said and when he finished speaking, you kissed him passionately, admitting that you loved him too. Jason could die right then and there and he would be happy.

Nico di Angelo was afraid to admit what he felt, he was afraid for you. He didn't want to accept that he was in love, no, that he loved you deeply because he was afraid. Being a demigod was already a danger in itself, but being a child of the Big Three, a forbidden child, only made everything more difficult. But he was selfish, he couldn't stay away from you.

He struggled daily with his own feelings. The weight of being a demigod, a son of Hades, added an extra burden to his already tormented heart. Nico tried hard to hide his passion for you, fearing the consequences of this forbidden love.

Yet his soul longed to be close to you, even if it meant defying divine rules and risking his own safety. He found himself torn between the responsibility to protect himself and the uncontrollable need to be by her side. Every moment together was an internal battle for Nico.

He tried to be distant, but your presence next to him was constant. His eyes held deep secrets, and his silence hid the intensity of what he felt.

One day, when the pressure became unbearable, he summoned the courage to confess. With hesitant words, he revealed the whirlwind of emotions he carried with him. He was afraid of her reaction, but he could no longer deny the love that consumed him. Nico just let the words come out, he didn't try to stop them or control them, he just vented his feelings and when he said, ''I love you'', that's when he knew there was no going back. When you kissed him and returned his feelings, Nico almost cried.

Will Solace was excited to confess to you, to the person he loved so much. He could already imagine your future together and happily. But he was still unsure how to confess to you and he knew it would need to be at least perfect.

He was determined to make this confession a memorable moment. Will spent days thinking about how to express his feelings in the most sincere and meaningful way possible. One afternoon, while walking through the Camp, he saw some flowers that were planted by Demeter's children and, after asking their permission, he had an idea.

With determination, Will began to set the stage for his confession. The chosen location was a clearing near a waterfall, a peaceful place full of meaning for both of them. He spent hours arranging the petals, creating a delicate, winding path to a central point, where he positioned a carpet of grass, adorned with more flowers, forming a heart.

When you arrived at the place, with your heart pounding, Will took a deep breath and, with all sincerity and love, expressed his feelings. He talked about how much the person meant to him, how precious every moment shared was, and how he envisioned a future filled with adventure and joy together.

''I love you.'' Will said, his eyes shining with love. He waited for his reaction and when you hugged him, kissed him, he knew it was worth it. You were worth it.

Piper McLean was confident that you loved her back, not more than she did because no one else could love you like she did. She was very confident and knew exactly what to say and what to do to tell you how she felt. For her, all that was needed was words and a kiss to seal everything. She was a daughter of Aphrodite, after all, no matter how different she is from her half-siblings.

Her confidence was like an aura around her as she approached. Piper knew how to seduce with words, but this time, it was something deeper, something that went beyond the persuasion skills typical of a son of Aphrodite.

She approached you with a smile, her eyes full of determination and tenderness. It was like she knew exactly what you were thinking, like she could read your mind. With a gentle touch to her face, she whispered words that would echo in her mind for a long time.

''I love you.'' It was her first words after a long look and when she saw your face blush slightly, Piper knew what she would have to do.

You felt the warmth of her hand on her face, her eyes shining with a rapturous sincerity. Piper approached slowly, lips hovering close to hers, an emotionally charged silence stretching between you. When they broke apart, she looked into his eyes, a tender smile playing on her lips. There were no more doubts, no words needed. What existed there was a mutual understanding, a palpable love that no divine power could overcome.

Leo Valdez was always that type of person who lit up any room with his contagious energy and playful way. His relaxation and optimism were like magnets, attracting those around him. However, behind his constant jokes and his eccentricity, there was something deeper that he couldn't easily express: his love for you.

He looked for ways to show his feelings, but his mischievous nature and his difficulty in saying what he felt complicated him. He wrote letters, tried to be more serious at times, but always ended up turning everything into a joke, too nervous to express his true affection.

One day, in the middle of one of your games, Leo suddenly stopped, looked into your eyes and, with a somewhat awkward smile, said: "Did you know that I love you?" You almost spat out the drink you were drinking, without having not sure if he was just joking or serious.

When it became clear that it wasn't a joke, you stayed quiet for a few seconds, until Leo pulled you into a hug, placing his head in the crook of your shoulder. You closed your eyes and melted into the warm embrace.

''I love you.'' Leo whispered, holding you tightly.

[julsvu]

hoo characters as small things that bring people comfort

tags. fluff, lowk self-indulgent, corny as hell, gn! reader, implied relationship, not proofread

annabeth chase is the human embodiment of books, just like the ones she reads often. just like the ones she'd read to you; either rambling about how amazingly accurate it is, or how it just didn't reach her approval due to the font being hard to read. like a book, she's hard to understand. you'd have to be reading her first pages for you to grasp her fully, and stay even when the pages seem to be ripping itself apart; stay until her last page, and she'll remain until yours. together, you'll make a new book of your own, and make sure to never let the readers reach the ending. it's non-existent, annabeth is sure of it.

you don't know if it's because percy jackson was the son of Poseidon or not, but his presence feels the same way as warm water hugging your body, giving tingles all over your skin. after a long day, a warm shower is just what you need; once percy sees his lover look exhausted, he immediately thinks of ways to take care of them. warm showers always helped; like percy, it'd hug your body, wash away all the "filth" off your figure. like warm showers, percy kisses the things that you deem ugly on your body, and his words "wash" away your insecurities.

like frank zhang, the gentle flicker of a scented candle calms your every nerve, just like the small whispers you and frank exchange secretly. scented candles may melt away, but its' scent lingers, staying with you until its' very last breath. frank wishes to do the same, just like a scented candle. he wants to be around you, filling your environment with his presence. would you be willing to be the light to his candle, one day?

piper mclean's embodies the essence of a cup of herbal tea flawlessly. just like the soothing warmth and comforting scent of herbal tea, the daughter of Aphrodite emits a calming presence, wherever her feet brings her. whenever you pour out your heart, her empathetic gaze reflects your emotions like ripples on a small pond. in her presence, you feel engulfed by a sense of serenity, as if every worry melts away like sugar dissolving in hot water. and just like a cup of herbal tea, piper leaves you feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, with just her mere words of affection, only catered towards you, only.

roses are gorgeous, and their sharp thorns protect their bloom, piercing through anyone's skin with ease. hazel levesque is someone you'd see as a rose. together, you and hazel create a tapestry of shared experiences, each moment acts like a delicate petal adding depth to your connection. like a rose's thorns, the daughter of pluto harbors hidden strength underneath her freckled figure. her words keep shining through adversity like the vibrant hues of a rose in full bloom. most of those words contain the promises she had given you. just as a rose brings color and fragrance to the world, hazel brings light and warmth to those around her, especially to you, her dear lover.

leo valdez's little acts of affection give the same feeling of a warm, weighted blanket. well, the son of Hephaestus himself acts like a blanket sometimes; his body naturally eradicates the cold temperature. weighted blankets don't get pushed away too easily, and leave a lingering feeling of their weight once you remove them from your body. like a weighted blanket, leo valdez doesn't allow you to push him away. no matter what you're saying; as long as leo's around, your words don't ever fall on deaf ears. his words linger in your mind, and they're always sickeningly sweet.

jason grace's arms offer you the same, if not, better protection of a shield. jason stands tall and resolute, similar to the shields you'd see in the armory. his presence itself is a sturdy shield; sure, you may not see it, but you can feel it shielding you from the harsh blows of life's battles whenever he is around. just as a shield provides a sense of security in the midst of chaos, his presence anchors you into a calm sea. like a shield, he is willing to hold your hand no matter the place or time, and his heart of steel melts into your presence, pouring its' contents shamelessly.

if moonlit nights were a person, nico di angelo is a perfect example. like the soft glow of the moon, the son of Hades provides a quiet and steady presence, offering solace with his calm demeanor. he holds your hand, playing with your fingers while you ramble about your daily life. the midnight sky would be the grass of the spot you guys secretly claimed at camp; the same way the moon does, nico rests in the midnight sky, knowing he'll wake up in your arms, his one and only star; the one that stays with the moon.

will solace's smile is brighter than a sunrise whenever he's with you. his lips slowly curl up, until his mouth successfully turns into a toothy grin. like a sunrise, the blond never fails to remind you that every day is a new start; a new beginning. you don't need to do anything drastic to fulfill yourself. because everything restarts the moment the sunrise appears. maybe it was because he was the son of Apollo, or for another unknown reason. all you knew was that like sunrises, will solace never fails to greet you early in the morning and give you cheeky, little kisses filled with love; dripping from his very heart.

© 2024 JULSVU. all rights reserved. please don't plagiarize, translate, put in other websites or copy my work without permission. ty!

[bingbongsupremacy]

Marry Me?

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

Warning: I haven't seen criminal minds in a bit so idk if the Spencer in this is 100 percent accurate

Summary: Spencer asks you to marry him at the most random time. Garcia does not approve.

*Not Proof Read* ABC List Criminal Minds

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" That's horrifying. " I wrinkle my nose at the sight of the bloody decapitated woman in the photos lying scattered around the table. This is why I work with Garcia.

Sticky notes are messily pasted onto the photos, illegible scribbles covering them.

" It is. " Spencer agrees.

" Why did you call me in here? " I ask, confused why my boyfriend called me in if he isn't going to expand further on the topic.

Spencer picks up a large Manila folder and shuffles through the contents. " I think I might have figured out the pattern we were looking for. " He pulls out a small stack of papers, each with the name of a high school in the corner. " The Unsub is killing girls from the same high school. Each girl attended the school at a different year. It's like he's going down the line of years. If I'm right, he'll been picking a girl from 2002 next. "

I scan over one of the papers he hands me. " Shit, you're right. " Excitement fills my body. We've been working on this for hours. He figured it out! " Spencer, this is fucking amazing! You figured it out! We need to tell the others. "

" Yes. I also think I might know who the next potential victim is based on other patterns I picked up along the way. " Spencer rambles on. " I think he might be going after Piper Johnson next, the woman we saw on the news interview. We need to check if she's okay. By the way, do you want to get married? "

His words come out so fast it takes me a second to process.

" W-What? " My eyes widen. Did I hear correctly?

Spencer is looking at me his gaze steady. He looks serious. " I know it's a little random, but this case really had me thinking. We don't know how much time we have together. God forbid one of us gets hurt or worse. I don't want to waste any more time with you. I love you and I want to be with you. I'd be the happiest man on earth if you said yes. "

For a moment I forget we're surrounded by gruesome shit. All I can think about is Spencer and our future. All of our plans.

A large smile makes its way onto my face. " Of course I will, Spence. I love you. " I smash my face into his, our lips meeting and immediately sending shivers through my body.

" I love you too, Y/N. So fucking much. " His voice rumbles against my lips.

" You did not just fucking ask Y/N to marry you in a room surrounded by dead women. Spencer, what the fuck. " A surprised voice interrupts us.

Surprised, Spencer and I pull apart to find the owner.

Garcia stares at us, her mouth hung open in surprise. " And you accepted his proposal? Are you insane? Don't get me wrong, you guys are perfect for each other. This proposal was just...so...gory. " She glances at the pictures around the room. " I'll help you plan out a real proposal, alright? Let's press pause on this until tonight. I'll have it all ready by the time you guys get back. " She says confidently, taking on the task we didn't ask her to do.

" It's really not that big of a deal- " I begin.

" It'll be done by tonight. " She says sternly, holding her hand up to stop any argument. " Now, you go let the others know what's going on with the unsub. " She points at me. " You are staying here with me while we set everything up. "

She gently pulls me towards the door, snatching the pack of information out of Spencer's hand.

" But-! "

She doesn't let me finish, swiftly kicking me out of the room.

Behind her, Spencer stand watching me in surprise.

Garcia shuts the door in my face, leaving me standing on the other side alone.

This day has been so confusing.

[mediumgayitalian]

Nico wakes up with a mouthful of hair.

“Are you serious.”

He sticks out his tongue, trying to get it out of his mouth without spitting on it, giving up after about four point three seconds of trying. He wriggles his arm out from where it’s pinned between his body and Will’s, flicking the last few strands off his tongue. For good measure, he kicks the first thing he can reach — his boyfriend’s thighs, go figure — in protest.

“Please, no,” Will mumbles tiredly, batting blindly under the cover until he slaps on big hand over Nico’s ankle, squeezing. “Please. I got in at three thirty last night. It’s barely seven. Please.”

Nico sighs, relaxing his muscles. Will presses a brief kiss to his shoulder in gratitude, face buried in his chest, sinking boneless into him.

“The whole knowing the time without a clock thing will never stop being weird,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to a freckled forehead. He rubs his hands over Will’s bare shoulders, digging his thumbs along the knotted muscles, and smiles as he groans, trying in vain to plaster somehow closer to Nico, practically melting into him. “Gracie keep you up all night?”

He shifts as he nods. “Harley, too. Poor things just want someone to hold their hair outta their face and rub their back, they’re so miserable.”

Nico hums in sympathy. It’s flu season — hitting the little kids, mostly. Will has been on his feet for days trying to mitigate symptoms, soothe aching bones and sore throats. There’s not too much he can do for the flu, but the kids are miserable and they trust him, so his presence is more of a cure and a comfort than anything.

“Kayla there now?”

“Austin and Lou. Kayla’s on after lunch; Piper’s with her.”

“Good.” He squeezes his shoulders again, leaning down to press a long, lingering kiss right between his eyes. He leans into it, sighing. “Sleep for a bit, okay? I’ll come check on you, but I don’t want you up before 2.”

“‘Kay,” Will sighs, unconscious again by the time Nico’s wiggled out of his hold. For a moment he stands, watching him: his bare, broad back, spattered with dark freckles and moles, dipping at the base of his spine and covered barely by the soft, white sheets; arms curled up all the way around his face in Nico’s absence, bicep squeezing his cheek, pursing his delicate Cupid’s bow; long, light eyelashes fanning over round cheeks; even, steady breathing, in and out, in and out.

Golden hair, of course, frizzy and messy and poofing out around his head; haloed in the early morning sun.

He’s barely able to tear himself away to go shower.

———

“They’re everywhere,” says Kayla in disgust, peeling a long, curly strand off her shirt. “I haven’t been in the same room as him in two days. This is a brand-new shirt. How am I still somehow covered in his hair?”

“He’s like a dog,” Austin explains. Nico snorts. “He sheds, and at first it’s subtle, here and there, you get used to it. The suddenly two years go by and people are complimenting the fur coat that was not fur before you bought it.”

Gracie sticks out her bottom lip, eyes watering. “Will is not a dog, he’s a boy!”

Austin groans, muttering something about favourites and annoying older brothers and where was this energy when I ate the last secret cabin twinkie and was accused of being a ratbag, huh, Gracie, where was my defense squad and annoying older brothers again. Gracie is unmoved by his whining, glaring at him with big green eyes — ever her oldest brother’s defender.

Nico hides a smile in his hand. No wonder, with how Will dotes on her. On all his siblings, really, but only Yan and Gracie are young enough that it doesn’t embarrass them.

Kayla and Austin, on the other hand. (At this point, Will enjoys embarrassing them in front of their friends as much as the actual doting.)

Kayla, weak to her sister’s pouting, pokes her playfully in the side. “I’m only teasing, Gracie-girl. Of course Will isn’t a dog.”

“Except the shedding, and the constant yapping, and the fact that if you don’t let him loose to run around for a while he goes batty, and of course the following Nico around like a lovesick pup—”

“Thank you, Austin,” Nico interrupts, clearing his throat. He sends a quick prayer of thanks to his father for hair genetics covering his flaming ears.

Austin snickers. “Anytime.”

After three years it’s futile, but sometimes Nico really considers rescinding his doctor’s note. Is sitting here during meals really worth his peace? Is it?

“He really does shed, though,” Kayla says after a moment of silence. She pinched yet another hair off her shirt, sighing. “Like, not to agree with Austin or anything —”

“Hey!”

“— but, like, damn. If he’s been there, you know it.”

Nico snorts. “Tell me about it. I keep finding hair on my pillows, it’s driving me insane.”

It does drive him insane. He finds it in the shower — although to his credit Will really does try to get them all there — and in his hairbrush, on his clothes, his sheets, his mattress. The floor. Once, notably, on the shrine in his cabin, after which Will had panicked and sprinted to the pavilion to scrape an entire pot roast and pray not to get smited, leaving Nico to laugh himself to tears at the base of it.

Too late, he notices the total silence at the Apollo table, the wide eyes boring holes into his head, the loose, dropped jaws.

“What?” he says, shoulders curled defensively.

As soon as the word leaves his mouth, realization dawns on him. He chokes on a grape.

“You two didn’t tell us?” Austin demands. “How long has this —” he gestures vaguely at Nico and at the infirmary, which, he assumes, is meant to represent Will — “been going on?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he wheezes. With his rapidly asphyxiating brain, he attempts to summon his boyfriend, still conked out, via sheer force of will. GET THE HELL UP AND COME RUN DAMAGE CONTROL, he screams silently.

Predictably, this does nothing.

Kayla shrieks. “Oh my gods, look at his face! They’ve been doing this forever!”

Nico bangs his hands on the table, trying at once to convey his protest and also hi, hello, children of the god of medicine, I am choking to death, fix please. Neither signal gets picked up, inhabitants of the table erupting an a screeching series of questions so loud that other campers notice, understand, and approach, equally as screechy.

“Will and Nico are together?”

“Holy shit! Since when?”

“I thought they’d never get out of the pining stage!”

“Don’t they hate each other?”

“Bro, are you stupid? Do you not know what bad flirting is?”

“Hey, is di Angelo turning purple, or is that just me?”

Throwing himself into the nearest shadow, Nico disappears.

———

“Get up, get up, I fucked up, I fucked up!”

Will shoots straight upright with a gasp, force of his own body sending him careening right over the side of the bed. He goes down in a tangled heap of cursing and yelping and ow, fuck, shit-damns.

“What happened?” he demands as soon as he’s free from his fabric prison. He rushes (stumbles) over to wear Nico is still wheezing, hands braced on his knees, for dizziness now as much as to catch his breath. “Neeks, woah, slow down for a sec. Deep breaths with me.”

He tries to follow along to Will’s exaggerated breathing, steady, long inhales and exhales. A calloused hand touches the curve of his neck, warmth blooming under it, and suddenly his airways are cleared.

“Thanks,” he manages hoarsely, breathing back somewhat under control.

Will squeezes his hand. “No problem.”

There are several pillow creases criss-crossing on his cheeks, making him look soft and sleepy, although his eyes are alert, crinkled in poorly-concealed amusement. His hair is somehow more mussed than when Nico left him this morning.

“What happened?”

“So I. Um.” Nico clears his throat. “Your bother was roasting you for shedding like a dog. I, of course, had to join —”

Will rolls his eyes, mouth twitching. “Of course.”

“— and I mentioned super casually that I get your hair all over my shit, right? And, well — well.”

“Well?” Will prods, when Nico cuts himself off. Chancing a glance, Nico finds he doesn’t look angry, or nervous, or disappointed — and of course he wouldn’t. Not for something as silly as this.

He is gonna laugh, though. Nico hates when he’s righteously clowned.

“Well, I.” He lowers his voice to a mumble. “May have said something about all of your hair that ends up on my pillows.”

For a moment it’s silent. Nico keeps his eyes trained away, although he leans into Will’s touch, his hands in his face, the side of his neck, the warmth thrown off his sleep-addled body.

He’s almost startled by the giggle.

Almost.

“…Oh, you dumbass.”

He tries very hard to look annoyed as Will cracks up. He taps his foot, crosses his arms, and tries very, very hard to frown, but Will’s laugh has always been the most musical thing about him, and he loves to serenade. And Nico is very weak to song.

“Stop laughing at me,” he snaps, without heat.

Will’s cheeks puff up from the force of him trying, face going red around the edges.

“I’m trying, Neeks, I am —”

“Not very hard.”

“I am, I am.” Valiantly, he draws in a deep breath, only breaking into giggles twice before managing to hold a somewhat straight face. “Nico,” he says, suddenly very close and very warm, “I love you.” He presses a kiss to his forehead. “And I love sneaking around with you —” the bridge of his nose — “and making out in dark closets —” his cheeks, both, quickly, one after the other — “and behind the Big House —” the base of his jaw — “and in the —”

“I get it,” Nico interrupts, flushing. He can feel the curve of Will’s smile against his skin.

“My cabin, if it’s empty,” Will murmurs, kissing the underside of his jaw, his neck. “Yours.” Slight nip of his teeth. Nico gasps.

“Will,” he whispers. His knees start to shake. “Will, c’mon, we gotta —”

Will presses a kiss square to his Adam’s apple, lingering. “We’re in yours quite a lot. I’ve gotten used to it, honestly, Neeks, I —”

The door bangs open, making both of them yelp. The matching screeches to not help the general air of panic and sitcom level foolishness.

“Oh my gods, you really are porking!”

“Get out, Kayla!” they both yell together.

“Jesus,” Will curses, forehead resting on Nico’s shoulder.

Nico bites his lip. Will shifts, turning to meet his eye.

They last two whole seconds before losing it.

“Three years of sneaking around without so much as a soul finding out,” Nico huffs as Will snickers. “Three whole years.”

Will pecks him loudly and exaggeratedly on the cheek. “And endless more in the open.”

“You’re such a goddamn cheeseball.”

“And yet you’re in deep, deep love with me.”

“…I am.” He cradles his face, pressing a kiss, finally, to his lips. Will presses back, smiling. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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Hi, I was wondering if you still accept requests because I read your Wonka fics and find them very cute and wanted to ask if I could also make a request. And that is that the reader has sleep problems and asks Willy finally what she can do about it as soon as she no longer knows what to do and he makes a certain chocolate for her so that she can sleep better again? (Something fluffy please) Thank you!

A sweet remedy [W. W]

Willy Wonka x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

note: I'm sorry it took me so long, these weeks I was covering a full shift and with the holidays I barely had time to do anything, but I'm back now! And I hope you like it

taglist: @dyieying @reallysparklychaos [Timothée masterlist]

While you were scrubbing one of the most difficult sheets you had had to wash during the day you felt your eyelids begin to close, at first little by little, and at times completely. It wasn't until you fell against the tub full of soapy water and stood up with a scream at the temperature that you realized you really had a problem.

"What happened? Are you okay?" Piper asked, immediately approaching while you struggled to keep the detergent from getting into your eyes and mouth.

“Yes, everything is fine,” you lied. Everyone had already gathered around you and shame was taking over your body. “I just… I slipped"

“Here's a towel,” said a familiar and loving voice, which belonged to your recent but quite dear friend.

Willy approached you and wrapped the towel around you, carefully, while he helped you clean your face. Once you could see more clearly you noticed that everyone seemed worried and you honestly didn't blame them. Your face reflected the lack of sleep you had had during the last few weeks, coming from a previously unknown cause. The only thing you knew was that the insomnia was literally killing you.

"Are you sure you are alright?" now Abacus murmured. You nodded again and smiled at everyone, imploring them to let the moment pass.

When you were dry enough you continued with your tasks, but you could feel your friend's dissatisfied gaze from across the room, as if he were the only one unwilling to ignore your recent strange behaviors: you were distracted, you seemed to leave mentally out of nowhere and this wasn't the first incident where you practically passed out on a dangerous surface.

At some point you had to carry a cart of sheets to the drying area and that's when he hurried to follow you.

“Let me help you,” he exclaimed, smiling in your direction as he held the cart you were pushing.

“I'm fine,” you said, to reassure him, because you knew that he had approached you to monitor your mood.

One by one you took out the sheets and began to put them in the dryer. The process would take a while, so you guys had a few minutes to chat, after all you knew the others wouldn't mind.

You leaned against the old machine, feeling the vibration on your lower back, and he did the same. The distance was so close that your hip was touching his, turning any conversation into a private one.

“Are you sick or something? We can get a doctor, if so”

“I'm sick, but I don't think it's that kind of illness,” you sighed.

"What do you mean?"

It was useless to keep hiding things from him, and who knows... that ingenious mind might even find a solution.

“I can't sleep, Willy. I don't understand why I can't, but I've had problems with that. I think it's called insomnia, or something like that” you began to explain, crossing your arms as if you wanted to protect yourself from the vulnerability “And it's horrible and it makes me feel stupid. I mean, who can't do something as easy as sleep?”

“Sometimes I don't get it either. There is nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Yes, I know, but…” you started moving your hands in the air, trying to find the right words to express yourself, “it's different. And I don't know what to do anymore, I can't sleep during the day because we work and I honestly feel like I'm going to collapse at any moment.”

Even though he was listening to you attentively, he didn't know how to respond for a moment.

“Do you think I look very bad?” you continued “You know, like… physically?”

“No, I think you look beautiful,” he replied, without thinking too much about it. “Maybe there's a little more pigmentation here…” his thumb slid under your eyes, in the place of your dark circles, and you smiled involuntarily “but nothing to worry about.”

You were reassured that you were still pretty in your friend's eyes, but you knew that the worried look on his face wasn’t in vain. You had to do something about it.

“Perhaps among your curiosities you have some chocolate that helps me sleep?” you joked, speaking only to the air.

But on his face you saw that expression of machination that suddenly emerged, almost as if a light bulb appeared over his head at the idea that was going through his head.

"Not yet. But it's an excellent idea."

“Oh, I wasn't serious…”

“But it’s brilliant,” he interrupted you. The dryer stopped and you knew the drying cycle was over, as should your conversation “Give me some time and you can sleep like a baby, I promise.”

That was perhaps his favorite thing: making promises. And of course, comply with them.

You wanted to answer him something, but a yawn preceded you and the man simply laughed at the irony of the moment.

“I guess I can't refuse now, can I?”

“As soon as I manage to do it, you will have it in your hands,” he said, excited.

With that the talk ended and you began to hang the clothes on a rope, returning to the day's work, but now with a better spirit in the hope that Willy could help you get what you wanted so much.

"Special delivery?" someone knocked on your door. You were like every night, just curled up in bed to hope for the best.

Willy was holding a small purple box with a red bow, which judging by the excited smile your friend had, you assumed was the remedy for your illness.

"It will work?"

“I hope so,” he said, entering your room to sit next to you on the mattress. “I'll stay here for a few minutes to make sure you can sleep and then I'll leave, is that okay with you?”

“It's excellent,” you answered nervously, while you took the candy that your friend had made especially for you. It was shaped like a small moon and glowed inside. “What is it made of?”

“I'll tell you in the morning, when you wake up.”

His feet moved slightly, showing his excitement, and that seemed to rub off on you. Glory seemed so close and you could reach it with a couple of bites, but before that you leaned down to wrap the boy in a hug.

“Thank you for trying this for me. I know it will work, but… even if it doesn't work, you know I appreciate it.”

“Don't say that, it will work” he replied, with complete confidence.

Without further ado, you put the candy in your mouth and tasted it. You couldn't identify any ingredients, but it tasted delicious and cozy, somehow. Although you wanted to compliment your friend's work just a second after the candy had melted on your tongue, you were already feeling how everything around you was becoming heavy, as if the accumulated fatigue had hit you suddenly.

You were already unconscious when Willy trapped you in his arms and laid you carefully on the bed, completely happy to see that his creation had had such an immediate effect. As a farewell, he covered you with a sheet and kissed your forehead, going to his room to recreate an entire jar of chocolates that would ensure your rest for long enough.

[moody-alcoholic]

These Violent Delights

Chapter 11 - Moments before the Storm

Summary: Poly 141 x fem!reader, a/b/o alternate universe 7.4k words. More heat smut yes please... (these aren't going to get any better)

CW: MDNI +18 explicit content a/b/o alternative universe, a/b/o dynamics, typical a/b/o universe tropes (scenting, heats, knotting), mentions of past abuse, masturbation, brief mentions of blood, angst, sex, PiV sex, fingering, knotting, breeding talk, overuse of the word cock, brief mention of needles, brief description of weapons, language, angst, talk about birth control, mentions of pregnancy.

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“Idiot! That's what you are, you know that right? Fucking idiot!” Hale had been screaming in his ear for the better part of 5 minutes. He managed to slip out of the base, making it to the stash in the forest and the hidden phone. He was an idiot. He panicked that you were going to expose him. At least with your forced heat, he’s bought himself a few days.  

“You know what you have to do now. Your only job is to get the omega and get out of there.” 

“Of course sir, but can we trust Commander Graves to turn a blind eye to all this?” 

“I fucking paid him enough to.” 

“What about the bugs?” 

“Fuck,” Hale says. Then the line goes quiet. “Leave them, destroy them if you can, but the omega is more important. You still have everything you need in the stash correct?” 

“Yes.” 

“Then you know what to do. Don’t let me down again.” The call ends. He looks down at the stash. A crate with weapons and a duffle bag with everything he needs to get the omega and take her to Professor Hale. He reaches down into the crate pulling out a pistol, pulling the barrel back and feeling the weight in his hand. 

This time he wouldn’t let Professor Hale down, if not for his own sake. 

You’ve been calling out ever since Gaz dropped you off in John’s room. Your whines and calls are slicing through the tension in the air. John hasn’t said a word since Dr. Piper explained forced heats the first time. Someone had done this, someone had assaulted you, had forced you to be in this state. It makes his blood boil. It makes him angry. He has to control his scent. You’re in heat. His anger could confuse you and make you distress. 

“Explain it again,” John says, pacing the room. The smell of honey is making his head spin. All he wants is to be with you. He can’t though, he needs to get to the bottom of this. He needs to keep it together and make a plan.

“Her heat has been forced. It's something that would naturally happen if she was around an alpha in rut. Hale would force her heats as punishment or to make her…susceptible. They’re not like normal heats, they’re shorter and more extreme. It forces her body to release eggs regardless of her cycle,” Dr. Montgomery explains. 

The door to the barracks flys open and Simon walks in. John watches his nostrils flair, his pupils dilating. John wants to jump on him and push him out the building. He shouldn’t be here around his omega. He balls his hands into fists, keeping an eye on him. Simon keeps his distance, and Johnny stands next to him.

“What happened?” he asks, swallowing thickly. Gaz comes up behind John. He can smell him trying to project his scent but it’s not doing anything. All he can smell is you, honey and strawberries thick in the air. 

“Explain,” John says, waving his hand at Dr. Montgomery. She explains the situation for what feels like the millionth time. He can hear the nerves in her voice now, can smell her fear in the air.  

“All of you go with Dr. Montgomery. I want you to search the lab, the scientists’ quarters. I don’t care what you have to do, just find out who did this,” John snaps, rubbing the back of his neck. He needs to be with you. He needs to be inside you. Your scent is intoxicating. He knows you need him, he knows you’re desperate for his knot. He can hear it in your calls, the pleading in your whines ringing in his ears.

“Forced heats are not the same as regular heats. She is going to be more needy, more desperate. Be careful. It's only going to last a day or so at the most. She can be alone, you don’t have to take care of her.” He digs his eyes into her. He can’t leave you even if he wanted to.

“Someone needs to stay with her, and it might as well be me,” he says. 

“Get Laswell to help, and try to keep this a away from Shepherd. The last thing we need is him breathing down our neck,” John says to the room. He looks up at Simon. He can tell he’s struggling, his usual hard demeanor changed. He’s unsure what to do, so he just turns to leave, everyone following out after him. 

“John,” Dr. Montgomery calls back as she stands in the doorway. “The betas will check on you and keep you updated.” 

John nods, turning to his room. He can hear your moans become more desperate as he walks through the door. 

Your fingers are still deep in your aching pussy as you try to get any release. John walks over to you pulling his top off over his head. You can smell him, taste him in the air. You pull your fingers out reaching out for him in your haze. He grabs your wrist, your hand soaked in your slick and pulls your fingers into his mouth. You hear a growl rise in his throat as he sucks on your digits. 

“Alpha,” you whine, rubbing your legs together. You press your fingers down on his hot tongue. You look over his body seeing his free hand unbuckle his belt as he shimmies his trousers off. You can see his cock almost bulging out of his boxers as he lets your hand go. You lick your lips reaching over to pull him out but he steps back. You whine out, almost falling off the bed, your chest flopping down. 

He steps back over to you reaching down and pulling his cock out. He’s just out of reach as he strokes himself. Your eyes go wide as you lay there watching him, his hand running down his shaft twisting upwards when he reaches the tip. You’re drooling when you see a bead of precum leak from the tip. 

He presses his thumb over to wipe it up but instead of smearing it down his cock he pushes his thumb in your mouth, smearing it across your tongue. 

“Be a good omega, show me how much you want it,” he says. His voice is low and commanding. Your mind doesn’t seem to comprehend the words but your body moves, turning and pressing your face down on the bed, your hips thrust in the air, legs apart, thighs wet with your slick.

You’re presenting for him. It’s all you can think to do. You’re desperate to feel his hands on you. You need his hands on you, you need him inside you. He takes a step towards you, his hands landing on your hips stroking around your curves as he inches closer to your aching cunt. 

“Please alpha,” you beg—you’re already begging. You try to shuffle closer to him, but his hands keep you in place. His scent is heavy in the air now, vanilla and smoke filling your nose. His hand moves to the small of your back pushing you down flat. You let him, as he scoops his arms under your thighs, pulling your legs off the end of the bed. 

You grip the bedding, moaning as your nipples drag against the fabric. His fingers press against your entrance, coating them in your slick before pushing them inside you. You clench around him moaning into the bed, bunching the sheets up in your fists. 

“Such a needy omega,” he says, his voice almost a growl as his fingers speed up inside you. You can’t even speak, your response just coming out as a murmur. You need more, more fingers, deeper, harder. Your brain is too foggy to process speech as he drives you closer to the edge. You're arching your back, wiggling your hips, gripping his fingers with each thrust.

“Are you going to cum on my fingers? Desperate needy omega.” His voice is hard, and you can smell his rut in the air. You don’t care, you need him. 

“Yes alpha, anything for you,” you pant as his fingers drive you over the edge. You cum hard, your legs tensing up and shaking as he rides you through the orgasm, his fingers making the most beautiful wet noises as his palm slaps against your ass. Slick coats his hand as he presses on the rough spot inside you. 

“Good girl,” John coos as he bends over you, his tongue running over the mark on the back of your neck. A warmth bubbles in your core at the praise, at the feel of his tongue pressing on your mark. Your mind goes back to the time he claimed you, the thrill, the adrenaline pumping through your system. 

His teeth claiming you as his omega forever.

“Alpha, I need you,” you beg. He kisses your mark before standing back up.

“What do you need?” he asks even though he’s already pressing against your entrance. 

“Your knot alpha, I need your knot,” you beg, trying to rock back on his cock. He slips between your folds, his tip knocking against your swollen clit. Each thrust sends shivers down your spine. It’s making you more desperate as you rock your hips back against him. He moans out, letting you tease yourself.

“Please,” you whine. He lets out a sigh. He sounds somewhat disappointed as he relents and eases himself into you. You bite down on the bedding, muffling your moan as you tighten around him causing him to throb inside you. It’s too much, finally being filled by your alpha is enough to push you over the edge again. 

“ Christ ,” John breathes as you cum around him, your cunt throbbing as he drags his cock through your swollen walls. You can feel each inch of him, each twitch and throb. It’s enough to make you crazy. 

“Yes alpha, please.” You don’t want him to stop as you shake around him. You need his knot. He reaches down gripping your hair pulling your head up uncomfortably as he drives into you. He’s rougher than he’s been with you before. You didn't think he could go deeper but he seems to find a way as you’re panting with each thrust.  

He’s grunting as he gets closer, his hips smacking into you. It feels amazing, almost too good. Your head goes blank. All you can think about is one thing: ‘ knot, knot, knot.’ You need your alpha to take you, to fill you with his seed, to fill you with babies.

“John,” you gasp as you get close, your body tensing as he drives you closer to the edge. 

“Relax, come on, nice and easy.” He slows down pressing his hand on the small of your back. If you relax you’re going to cum. You let out a breath as you relax your body letting him press into you faster. You’re not going to last long like this, and you can tell he can sense it too. 

“Alpha,” you moan, closing your eyes as you let your body rock against his hips.

“I know, I know,” he says. One hand holds your back down, the other has a tight grip on your hair. It only takes a few more pumps and you’re cuming again, clenching around him as he drives into you. Your body goes limp as you listen to his grunts. The scent of leather fills your nose making your head spin as you come down from the orgasm. 

He lets go of your hair and your head flops down on the bedding. Your vision is hazy as John reaches over, turning your head to the side. You get a moment of clarity as you try to normalize your breathing. John’s arms reach around you, picking you up, moving you around the bed. You let him, not having the energy to do anything other than let him fuck you again and again until he feels like you deserve his knot. He lays up behind you as you bring your legs to your chest. 

His lips are on your neck, softly pressing kisses around your mark. It makes your whole body tingle, a warmth rising inside you as the pain comes back between your legs. Your breathing picks up as John presses himself back inside of you. Going slow this time, his arms wrap around you. He breathes you in his nose, nuzzling into your neck. 

When you try to rock up against him, he holds you in place, his hand pressing down on your abdomen. You close your eyes letting him set the pace even though everything feels too slow, like it’s not enough. When his lips and tongue are not dragging across your skin, he presses his lips up against your ear, his voice low, growling as he tells you how good you’re being.

“Going to take my knot like a good omega?” he breathes feral in your ear as he nips at your ear lobe. 

“Yes alpha, I need your knot,” you beg, tipping your head back. John hums, one of his hands coming up and lazily pulling on your nipple. A moan catches in your throat as you grind your hips up against him. He keeps you in place though, controlling the speed as he huffs and moans. His breath is hot on your neck, panting in your ear. 

“C’mon, be a good omega for me,” John says in your ear pulling you tighter against him. “Cum for me, take my knot.” 

“Yes alpha, anything for you,” you say between pants as he drives into you harder. His arms tighten around you as he cums, throbbing in you as he fills you up, his cock expanding, making you feel full as your head goes stuffy. With his knot stretching you out, you’re overcome with a wave of tiredness. You’ve done your job, you have your alpha's knot and now you get to rest. 

John wraps his arms around you pulling you closer to his chest. You can feel his heart thumping as he tries to steady his breathing. You let out a breath as you relax into the pillow. John’s lips press against your neck, he hums as they rest against your mark. 

“Such a good omega,” he purrs. You smile at the praise, it makes the warm feeling grow inside you. You close your eyes, breathing in his scent, smoke and leather. Now you get to rest for a few hours before the cycle starts up again.

Ghost is shaking with anger as he walks over to the lab with everyone following behind him. He knew something like this might happen. He knew you were at risk. Dr. Montgomery’s explanation was not giving him peace of mind either. Forced heat, it sounds like hell. The thought of you being in pain makes his stomach twist. 

He needs to focus. He needs to find out who did this. Then he’ll feel better. He stops outside the door, turning back to look at everyone standing behind him. Dr. Montgomery looks worried, Soap and Gaz’s eyes are hard as they look at him, waiting for orders. 

“Gaz go get Laswell, meet us back here. Soap we’re going to strip this place from the ground up,” Ghost says, crossing his arms. Soap and Gaz nod, Gaz leaves and Ghost turns to Dr. Montgomery. She looks sad, worried, and guilty. 

“Dr. Montgomery, you need to go through the lab data. We need a timeline of who’s been accessing what chemicals at what time. Who’s been in the medical room other than you.” 

She nods, not saying anything. For a second Ghost feels bad for her. This is partly her fault though. She should know what her scientists are up to. 

She should have known. She should have stopped this. 

Simon goes into the lab. The place is empty. It’s a Friday night, some of the scientists will have already gone home. He turns to the doctor.

“Do you have a list of which scientists go home on a weekend?” Ghost asks her. She nods, heading to her office. 

“Soap go get the logs of who’s left the base. Try not to piss Graves off,” Ghost says as Soap heads out of the room. Ghost stands there looking around the lab. The place looks packed up for the weekend. There’s no sign people have been there for a good few hours. The lab door opens and Gaz and Laswell walk in. 

“What’s going on?” she asks, coming over to Ghost. 

“Someone forced the omega’s heat. We need to find out who and why,” he explains. Dr. Montgomery comes out of her office. She hands him a folder.

“We need to find out who’s here and who’s gone home for the weekend. How long ago do you think this could have happened?” Ghost asks the doctor. She looks around the lab holding her hands up, shrugging. 

“A few minutes. It depends on a lot of factors. If I knew how much or what she’s been given it would help,” she explains. She walks around a desk going over to the computer. Ghost throws the folder on one of the tables. 

“Where’s John?” Laswell asks, stepping up next to Ghost. 

“Someone needs to keep an eye on the omega.” Ghost folds his arms as Gaz opens the folder. Laswell nods, going over to help him. Ghost goes around to see what Dr. Montgomery is looking at, clicking away on a computer.

“What's that?” Ghost says. She doesn’t say anything, continuing to click around. 

“What about the hidden cameras and microphones?” she asks quietly leaning into him. He looks at her, meeting her eyeline. He looks over at Gaz and Laswell working through the paperwork. If they could find the cameras or microphones they might be able to find out who’s been messing around. 

“We’ll deal with that later. Right now we need to look at the staff. Is there anyone you would suspect?” he asks. She stands up from the computer putting her hands on her hips. 

“I don’t know, I would trust them but I wouldn’t be surprised if some of them are still wishing they could work for Hale instead of me,” she says. Lawell looks up from the paperwork. 

“Let me know if you think of anything,” Ghost says, turning away from her. Then he sees it on the floor, a syringe sticking out from under a stool. He reaches down, picking it up. 

“Here,” he says, turning back around to Dr. Montgomery with it in his hands. She sighs when she sees it taking it out of his hands. 

“Can we test it for prints or something?” she asks.

“We’re army not police. Can you figure out what drug it is?” he asks. She nods. Ghost sighs walking around the room to help Laswell and Gaz. 

“LT, Graves said he won't give the logs without Price’s approval,” Soap’s voice comes through Ghost’s radio. Fucking Graves . Laswell and Gaz look up at Ghost.

“I’ll deal with it,” he replies, heading out of the building back to the barracks. He balls his hands up into fists. This whole thing was a mess. He waits for a few seconds with his hand on the barrack's door handle. He can smell you in the air before he’s even inside. Honey, vanilla and strawberries. He can smell Price too, leather and smoke, the ground after rain. 

He sighs, opening the door. The scents hit him hard, overwhelming him and making his head spin. His cock twitches in his pants. He wants to be near you, Christ, he needs to be near you. There are no noises, no moans or sounds of sex. The closer he gets to Price’s office the stronger it is, he can taste it in the air. He focuses all his energy on keeping his scent contained. No need to freak John out and make him think there’s a threat in the building. 

He goes into Price’s office going over to his computer sitting down on the chair and logging in. His mind wanders. You’re just on the other side of the thin walls. He bet if he pressed his ear up against the wall he could hear you. He’s trying to focus on what he needs to do, clicking through the pages when you moan out of nowhere. 

The noise makes Ghost squeeze his eyes shut. All he can imagine is you, laying naked in the bed ready and waiting for an alpha to fuck you. He wishes it was him. He opens his eyes again as the moaning dies down he shifts in the chair, his hardened cock pulling on his jeans. It’s almost painful. He can't help palming himself over the fabric. Christ , you’re going to be the death of him.  

He clicks through the other pages trying to find the right one. His brain is too preoccupied though, imagining you bent over, needy and ready. Your pussy aching for him. More moans from the other side of the wall make the decision for him, his hands unclipping his belt, reaching in and pulling his cock out. He lets out a quiet sigh of relief as he strokes himself already leaking with precum. 

This time your moans don’t stop. He can hear Price starting too. 

“Want more?” he asks sleepily. Ghost moves the chair closer to the wall, almost pressing his ear up against it. He can hear your whines and moans as the bed starts to creak and the wet sounds of sex start up. Simon bites his lip to stop himself from moaning out. He has to be careful, quiet. He breathes in your scent, and it makes his mouth water. He wishes he was in John’s position. 

“Alpha,” you whine as John grunts. It almost sounds like he's growling. It makes Ghost pump his cock harder, faster as the moans and panting continue. He wonders what position you’re in, bent over the bed? Laid flat on your back, your perfect tits bouncing with each thrust? He would reach over and grab them, play with your nipples if only to feel you clench tighter around him. A moan catches in his throat as he squeezes the base of his cock.

Too close.

He starts his thrusts again, slow and methodical, but it’s not long before he's giving into the scents again. It’s almost like you’re controlling the speed, his strokes in time with your cries. Each time you call out for your alpha it makes something bubble inside him, a warmth he’s never felt before. It just makes him ache for you more, his head spinning with each thrust of his hand. 

His toes curl in his boots as he gets close to the edge, his thumb brushing over the tip with each long stroke. He looks around for something to catch his release in, he reaches over to the tissue box pulling some out. His hand doesn’t slow, your panting getting louder through the walls, John’s moans speeding up. 

“Alpha, need you,” you whine.

“Tell me what you need,” Price’s voice comes back, low, grumbling. It makes Ghost tip his head back. 

“Cum, need to cum alpha.” Ghost can hear the desperation in your voice, Price’s increase of speed. He can hear each smack of Price’s hips against your ass. 

“C’mon then, been such good omega cum for me.” Price’s scent is strong in the air now. You cry out as you cum, Price’s panting turning to grunts. Simon can’t hold it any longer biting down on the inside of his cheek as he cums into the tissues. He sits there focusing all his energy on controlling his scent, his hand gripping the base of his cock as cum drips over his fingers. He moves the tissue, reaching over for more to clean himself up. 

It’s not even been a few seconds before you’re already sounding needy and desperate again. It must be exhausting to go for so long, Ghost thinks as he throws away the tissues, tucking himself back in his pants and going back to focusing on the task at hand. He finds the right form, filling it out and sending it. 

Now he needs to leave as quiet as he came. He turns the light off in the room, silently walking out the building. He waits until he’s made it back to the lab before unmuting his radio. 

“Soap, the request has been sent,” he says walking into the lab. He hears Soap reply then goes over to Dr. Montgomery. 

“Found anything?” he asks. 

“She was injected with the hormone that activates her heat. I’d say it’s going to last 2-3 days at least,” she explains. Ghost lets out a sigh. 2-3 days, he can work with that. As soon as Soap comes back they can start looking for bugs and check who’s been in and out of the base. 

His mind wanders back to earlier, you hugging him from behind, squeezing his hand. He remembers what it felt like, the dread, the horror of you being in fear. Smelling your fear in the air, harsh like metal, rust, Ghost couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Regardless it was a scent he never wanted to smell again. 

He looks over at Dr. Montgomery. He wishes he could be alone with her now, get things off his chest. She always knows the right thing to say. A few minutes later Soap comes back in the room with an armful of folders. He walks straight over to the table with Laswell and Gaz. 

“Gaz, Laswell, keep working on finding out where people are. Soap we’re going to clear the place for bugs,” Ghost says, his voice level as he orders them around.

“What bugs?” Gaz asks, looking confused. 

“Someone planted bugs in the lab. If we find them, we might be able to find out who did this,” he explains. 

“We’ll start upstairs,” Ghost says, nodding at Soap and heading to the stairs. 

It had been a full 24 hours before the noise in John’s room finally died down. Johnny and Kyle had been taking shifts waiting for them to be able to go in and check on you both. Johnny was awake for the next few hours. 

He waited an extra 40 minutes or so before finally deciding to go in and check. He picked up a bottle of water and a protein bar from the kitchen. He can smell you through the door, honey and leather. He opens the door slowly. The room is dark. Last time, John left the bedside light on. This time, Johnny has to use the corridor light from behind him to make sure he doesn’t trip over anything. 

He makes it to the bed and reaches out for John’s arm which is tightly wrapped around you. It doesn’t take much to stir John who immediately shushes him, reaching out to grab Johnny’s arm.

“You have no idea how long it took her to calm down,” he whispers. Johnny can’t help but smile at your sleeping form, completely knocked out, even snoring softly. It’s a stark difference from your last heat when you were somewhat aware of what was going on around you. 

“How do you feel?” Johnny whispers back to him, opening the bottle of water and pressing it in his hand.  

“Sore, tired,” he says, gulping the water down. “How’s things out there?”

“Simon and Laswell have been interviewing all the staff. Gaz has been busy decoding the hidden cameras,” Johnny says. 

“So he told you, then,” John says. Johnny nods. 

“Si thinks we could find some evidence on them.” 

“What about Dr. Montgomery?” You stir at the mention of her name. It has you whining into the pillow. John shushes you, hoping you’ll go back to sleep. 

“She’s feeling pretty guilty about the whole thing. She’s been helping where she can,” Johnny says. John hums. 

“Simon been getting any rest?” he asks. Johnny knows he already knows the answer. 

“He’s been busy. You know what he’s like,” Johnny says. John sighs, passing the empty bottle to him. 

“Make sure he gets some rest. He’s no use to anyone if he’s exhausted,” John says, laying back down. Johnny nods at him. He leaves the protein bar on the bedside table and leaves the room. 

You’re sore when you wake up. You’re in John’s bed but he’s not around. You can smell him in the air. Maybe he hasn’t been gone for too long. You’re cold and naked as you move to the other side of the bed. You need a drink. Your head is still stuffy, your body sore and throbbing. You swing your legs off the side of the bed using all your energy to sit up. You’re sticky and raw. A nice warm shower sounds amazing for your sore body.

Only when you go to stand your legs give way feeling like jelly as you hit the floor. You let out a yelp. You're going to feel that in the morning. Your head starts swimming and for a few seconds you don’t know if you will be able to stand up again. You close your eyes laying there wondering what to do when the door opens. 

“Christ lass, you should be in bed.” It’s Johnny, but you’re in too much pain to feel embarrassed as he hooks his arms under your armpits lifting you up to sit on the edge of the bed. You whine in his arms as he moves your body uncomfortably.

“Where’s John?” you ask, blinking the sleepiness out of your eyes. Johnny reaches over, picking up a bottle of water and opening it. You accept it when he hands it to you.

“He went to see how things were going with the search,” he says as you gulp the water down, realizing how dry your throat is.

“What search?” you ask finishing the water. 

“To find who did this to you,” he says. You feel sick. It feels like a knot is forming deep within you. 

“Do you remember anything?” Johnny asks you. A shiver runs up your body. You remember going to the lab. Why did you need to go to the lab? Maybe you needed to talk to Dr. Piper about something. Your head is still swimming, and you’re not quite feeling 100%. You go to stand up. Your legs still feel like jelly but you keep your balance, Johnny's hands resting on your shoulders. 

“You’re still warm, you should keep resting,” he says. You shake your head. You want a shower and you want to help. You can’t shake the feeling this is somehow your fault.

“How long has it been?” you ask.

“3 days,” he sighs, leaving you to grab a towel, throwing it around your back and over your shoulders. “Shower?” You nod following him out of the room. It’s dark out but you can’t tell if it's early morning or late evening. You don’t see or smell anyone other than Johnny. His hand presses on your back as you walk into the bathroom. 

“I’ll get you some PJ’s,” he says, leaving the room. You drop the towel stepping into the shower. You turn the heat up high letting the water turn your skin red. It feels like you’re washing off days of grime and sweat. Your legs are sticky and raw. You scrub your body with a thick layer of soap. When Johnny comes back in the room you turn to see him, he smiles at you picking up the towel off the floor placing it with your pajamas. 

You smile at him and turn back to the shower. You stick your head under the shower letting the water run down you, drowning out the world around you. You press your hands on the wall to support yourself. 

What happened? You need to think. Your heat was forced. It’s happened before. The Professor would do it all the time. Well, not all the time but more than you liked. The Professor is not here though. What were you doing before that? You helped with the training. You remember Simon in the stairwell. You turn the shower off, frustrated. 

Why can’t you remember? It’s like there is a block in your mind. You dry your body, looking in the mirror. You need to remember for their sake at least. You finish drying yourself and pulling on clean pajamas. You feel better, your muscles relaxed from the hot shower. You’re still aching, legs feeling stiff and your head is stuffy, like you’ve got the flu. 

You miss John too. You want to be near him. You should go back to bed, or at least steal his pillow. You head over to the door, and as soon as your hand hits the handle it’s like memories come flooding back. 

You remember laying on John’s lap just like you used to do for the Professor. Then you remember Dr. Miller, the drinks, the time skips. The needle in your neck. It was him; he did it. You’re rushing out the room, adrenaline coursing through your system. You see Johnny sat at the table.

“Where are they?” you ask, not hiding the shaking in your voice. 

“In the lab, what's up?” he says, frowning. You ignore him rushing out the building. You’re only in your thin pajamas and nothing on your feet but as soon as you hit the grass you’re sprinting across to the lab. You hear Johnny calling after you but you don’t care. Your lungs are burning, your body shaking as you slam into the lab door. You push your way in bracing your hands on your thighs as you try to catch your breath. 

“What the—” you hear Dr. Piper call as you look up. She’s jumping out of a chair rushing over to you. “You should be in bed, you should be resting.” The door to the lab opens behind you. There are more hands on you now, Johnny's warm hands, Dr. Piper's cold hands supporting you.

“Dr. Miller,” you say between breaths. Your wet hair is cold, water running down your back making you shiver as you stand up straight looking round the room. 

“What? Dr. Miller?” Dr. Piper asks. 

“He was the one. He was—I don’t know, but he was the one who injected me,” you say. You see Kyle and Kate have taken steps towards you. 

“He was the one who forced your heat?” she asks, You nod frantically, her hands leave you. 

“The alpha specialist?” Kyle asks as he looks back at John. You see John leaned back on a chair holding an icepack on his lap. The sound of heavy boots and a door slamming drags your attention to the other side of the room. 

“Gaz, go with him,” John orders. You watch as Kyle nods then leaves out the same door. You’ve calmed down now. You feel cold, shivering as goosebumps rise across your body. You can smell John’s alpha in the room. It makes you feel dizzy. You want to be near him. Your body is aching for him. 

“What happened?” Dr. Piper asks coming around to see your face. 

“I was coming to confront him, and he grabbed me. I don't remember what happened, but then he injected me and forced my heat,” you say looking down at the floor. You feel full of guilt. Tears come, this is all my fault. You can feel Johnny's hand start rubbing your back. 

“What did you want to confront him about?” she asks, her cold hand squeezing your shoulder. 

“I don’t know. I was having these memories, when I was helping Dr. Miller out. I would wake up in the medical room. He would say I passed out when he was trying to take my blood. I don’t ever remember what happened though.” You sniffle. You hear Dr. Piper sigh as her hand leaves your shoulder. You smell John’s scent stronger in the air now, and you can hear him moving towards you. 

His hand comes up to your cheek cupping it in his hand. He sighs, pulling your face up to look at him. You feel embarrassed. You wish you were better at reading his expression. You can’t smell anything other than his alpha. His eyes look around your face. All you want is to be with him, for him to hug you and tell you everything is going to be okay.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asks, his voice low. He almost sounds disappointed. 

“I thought it was just bad dreams, I thought it was all in my head. Dr. Miller was so nice. I didn’t think he was lying to me. I didn’t want to worry anyone,” you say. Maybe he’s trying to see if you’re lying or not. 

“What else did he do? What else do you remember?” he asks. He doesn’t sound disappointed anymore. His voice is level, commanding, and it makes the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. 

“I don’t remember much, I just remember waking up in the medical room.”

“How many times did this happen?” His voice is a little harsher now as his thumb rubs your cheek. 

“Twice,” you say, swallowing hard. He leans down pressing his forehead to yours before sighing. Maybe he’s not mad. His hand leaves your face and you feel alone. Johnny is still behind you, his hand rubbing your back. You brush the tears away feeling tired. 

“Take her back,” John says as he walks away. You look over at Dr. Piper. She looks sad. You let her down, you let them all down. 

“I’m sorry,” you say to no one in particular. 

“It’s alright, get some rest. We'll talk later,” John says, his back to you as he braces himself on a table. Johnny’s hands guide you out of the room. You feel the cold air hit your shaking body. As soon as you’ve made it down the steps, Johnny scoops you up in his arms. You look back into the lab, and you hear a crash as you see John swipe his arms across the table and then run his hands through his hair. 

This is all your fault. 

Guilt, that's all you feel. This is your fault. You should have told someone about Dr. Miller. You thought Dr. Piper knew. Why would she not know what her scientists were doing? You look over at Dr. Piper, her hands wrapped around her mug as she stares out the window. You can smell her guilt in the air.

You’re pushing food around your plate. You're not hungry. You’re just sore, sore and tired. You want to crawl back into bed. You miss John. He hasn’t been around. He didn’t come back last night, and you fell asleep on the sofa with Johnny. Dr. Piper came back around midday bringing you lunch. The last time you saw John was in the lab. You don’t blame him. He has to spend his time cleaning up your mess. You feel sick. Maybe that’s part of the guilt. 

You push your plate away, you're not hungry any more. 

“You need to eat,” she says looking over at you sipping on her coffee. You reluctantly reach out for the pudding cup. It’s chocolate today, that one is your favorite, although you feel like you don’t deserve it. You pull the lid off picking up the spoon. There’s a pit in your stomach, a horrible feeling inside you. You should have spoken to Dr. Piper. Maybe she thinks you don’t trust her. Maybe she thinks you don’t want to talk to her.

You spoon the pudding in your mouth, but the moment it hits your tongue you taste bitterness. It makes you gag. You straighten up in your chair. She turns to look at you, and you force yourself to swallow. It tastes horrible. You’re fine, you’re just worried, you don’t need Dr. Piper worrying too. 

You spoon more pudding in your mouth. You try to ignore the bitterness but you can't. You gag again. Dr. Piper's eyes are digging into you as you force yourself to swallow again. It doesn’t help and you feel your mouth fill with saliva as your stomach constricts.  

You’re off your feet running to the bathroom. The first toilet you see you throw yourself over, heaving as your back buckles. Dr. Piper is behind you pulling your hair up. Your body shakes as you empty your stomach. You slump down next to the toilet bowl. 

“I don’t know why the puddings do this. I used to like them.” you say sniffing. Dr. Piper frowns. 

“When have they started making you feel sick?” she asks. You shrug, wiping your mouth with toilet paper. 

“A week ago maybe,” you say, accepting her hand as she helps you to your feet. You see fear in her eyes. You smell it in the air, and it makes your stomach turn more than it already is. She doesn’t say anything, she just grabs your wrist pulling you through the barracks common room and out into the cold air. Your heart is beating in fear as you struggle to keep up with her. She takes you into the lab. You can see Kyle and John, they turn to see you as you’re dragged in.

“Everything okay?” John asks. You don’t know what to say, feeling tears well up in your eyes. 

“Everything is fine, just routine checks after her heat,” Dr. Piper says letting go of your wrist. You want to run into John’s arms. You want him to squeeze you tight and tell you everything is going to be okay. 

It’s not going to be okay though. It’s never going to be okay again and it’s all your fault. 

You follow Dr. Piper up the stairs and into the medical room. The whole place has been turned upside down. Cupboards opened and emptied, supplies thrown everywhere. They really have searched this place top to bottom. Dr. Piper goes through to the other room and comes back out with a cup. She hands it to you.

“I need a urine sample.” She guides you out of the room showing you where the toilet is. You don’t know what to say. You follow her instructions going into the bathroom and collecting the sample. You don’t like where this is going. When you get back into the medical room you give it to her and she gestures for you to jump up on the bed. 

You watch in silence as she opens something from a packet and dips it in the cup. 

“What's that?” you ask.

“Pregnancy test.” 

Your body freezes. Pregnancy test? That’s impossible. 

“I’m on birth control. I have the implant thing,” you say squeezing the top of your arm where Dr. Piper injected it a few months ago. You can even feel it just under your skin. It’s still there. You don’t know what to do. You can’t think. You can’t breathe.  

It’s not possible.

“I know, I know,” she says. She sounds nervous. You’re nervous now too. What are you going to do? This is all your fault. You sit there trying to control your breathing as you wait for Dr. Piper to say something. Anything. It feels like the seconds and minutes are dragging on forever. You hear her sigh and she turns to look at you. You’re holding your breath. 

“It’s positive,” she says. You don’t believe her. You want to laugh, you want to cry.

“That’s not possible.” You shake your head. You don’t believe her, you can't. She sighs, showing you a white stick with 2 little pink lines on it. 

“No. Do it again, it's wrong,” you say getting off the bed. Panic is rising in you now, and your chest feels tight. You can't breathe. Your hand flys up to your chest. Your legs start to shake. 

This is not possible. 

It can’t be possible. You grip onto Dr. Piper's arm, your whole body shaking now. 

“Okay, come on, sit down,” she says, her hands on your shoulders pushing you back up on the bed. You’re trying to suck in breaths of air but it just feels like it’s never enough.

“Look, I’ll take some blood. Blood drawn pregnancy tests are more accurate, okay?” You nod at her, her hand is still on your shoulder squeezing you. “You need to breathe though, look at me.” You look up at her. 

“Breathe. It’s going to be okay. You need to keep calm.” You nod, following her breathing as you suck in lungfuls of air. She nods, turning away from you to collect supplies. Then it hits you.

What was John going to think?

Next

Dividers by Plum98 & gild-ui Beta reader and editor - rememberwren

[ssparksflyy]

thinking of jason grace falling in love with you, who just so happens to be dating percy while he's at chb

"if you were a teacher, i would fail your class, take it over and over until you notice me"

but its the way his favorite time of day would be having a one-on-one training session with you, letting you win most of the time just to see the prideful smile on your face, and to hear the occasional compliment you'd give him when he actually tried and won

"if you were a waiting room, i would never see a doctor i would sit there with my first aid kit and bleed"

but its the way that he knows he's only hurting himself being with you, and that you dont feel the same. he tells himself this everyday but still refuses to do himself the favor and try to let go of his feeling for you, he'd rather go through the pain of your unrequited feelings if it meant he got to spend time with you

"who am i to ask for more, more, more?"

but its the way hes very cautious with you. terrified that one lingering touch will ruin the friendship he built with you. he takes whatever you'll give him, whether it be time, attention, words, anything because he knows he cant ask for anymore of it

"youre the gun in my lips that will blow my brains out"

but its the way he knows whats coming. he knows that one day you'll reunite with your boyfriend, leaving him alone once again. technically, he wouldnt be alone, not really. he'd have piper and leo there with him at very least, but they didnt know him the way you do. he tells you things hes never told anyone else, they just wont be able to fill the hole in the heart he's currently helping you dig. he knows that all of this it true, but hes already thrown another pile of dirt behind his shoulder, now digging even further into his own heart.

"know its for the better, know its for the better, know its for the better"

is what he repeats to himself over and over when that day does come. its what he says to himself as he watches you leap into percy's arms, attaching your lips to his. it's what he'll continue to say to himself as he watches you two make up for the time you lost together, walking around camp jupiter, what once was his home, hand in hand, close enough to set jason's whole body ablaze in jealousy and hurt. he only starts to say it to himself more once you're all on the argo ii together. he'll say it before he gets up in the morning and then again before he goes to sleep, then again when he gets a moment alone after seeing you looking out onto the sea with the son of poseidon himself - remembering the time you watched a thunderstorm outside with him, eyes glues to the sky. it's what he'll say to himself years later before his final breath when he's still thinking of you, and knows that maybe you'll care, maybe even cry, but you'll have percy by your side, the way it should be.

[lilislegacy]

um actually grover underwood is the bravest character because when percy and annabeth left for college, they drove from new york to san fran. coast to coast. and grover went with them. this dude willingly went on a long road trip with his two best friends who are in a relationship. you would not catch me dead going on a road trip with just 2 people who are dating. and 18 year olds nonetheless?? oh hell no

remember how every time in cotg when percy and annabeth flirt and kiss, grover gets so uncomfortable? how the FUCK did he enclose himself in a car with them for that long? and yes i KNOW grover is their best friend. and i KNOW he is used to them, and they are all gonna be a close trio forever. but that doesn’t mean that this road trip didn’t include many moments that made him WIDLY uncomfortable. he hasn’t been on a long extended adventure with them since before they started dating. (that we know of.) like… were percy and annabeth making flirtatious jokes with each other during the drive? were they playing love songs? did- did percy horribly belt out the words to cheesy romance songs? oh gods… do they have a song?? also percy and annabeth are so PDA it’s not even funny. they have no subtlety whatsoever. remember when they just, like, fully made out in front of piper in BoO?? (yes, the kiss with annabeth’s grunt-whimpers 🫠)

i just want to know the logistics. like are they stopping at hotels/motels? if so, are grover and percy in one bed/room and annabeth in another? or are they typical teenagers and percy’s going “so, grover, buddy, you wouldn’t mind if annabeth and i took that one, would ya?” same thing if they are camping. what’s the tent situation? are they all in one? either way i feel like percy and annabeth are gonna be sneaking away. are they going on long “walks” together while grover just sits there and chats with the trees? or do they not leave his side, and instead sit there and cuddle and flirt and act absolutely disgustingly adorable while grover is just chilling there like 🧍🏽

they love grover so so much and would NEVER do anything to purposefully make him uncomfortable or feel like a third wheel. but… it’s also percy and annabeth. they kinda have no chill when they’re around each other. zero sensible thoughts happening. it’s pretty much just “wow he/she looks so good right now” all the dam time. and yes, i also know that annabeth mentioned they faced danger on the trip, but that only seems to make percy and annabeth MORE down bad for each other. like remember in tartarus, aka LITERAL HELL, when they were suffering the worse pain and trauma imaginable, and percy’s only thoughts were how annabeth looked like a “hot barbarian princess?” they are literally the worst. i love them for it, but oh my goddess

grover underwood, you are braver than me

[pumpkinbxtch]

heyyyyyy Idk if you're still accepting requests for apollo if not that's fine BUTTTTTT if you are could you do a fic with him being so protective of the reader(like someone being rude to her at camp). Because you know how protective he is of his sister now imagine that but on the love of his life.

the weight of names

— apollo x daughter of hebe!reader

warnings: language, mentions of harassment.

a/n: Hello, to know if my requests are open, it usually says in my description or in my pinned post. Fortunately, your request came in before I closed them so it's fine. Thank you!

Things had changed at Camp Half-Blood. Some campers you used to hang out with were gone, and even though it wasn't forever, you missed them. You stayed year-round, stuck with the others who, while not bad company, just didn’t click with you, and you couldn’t figure out why.

— Ha, ha. Piper McLean's best friend — you heard behind you and rolled your eyes dramatically, fed up with it all.

— Yeah, tell us. If she has so much money, why doesn’t she take you out of here and bring you with her?

You weren’t surprised by their accusations; it was almost routine. Today, they picked on your friendship with Piper; another day, it’d be Annabeth or Jason. When they wanted to show off, it’d be Percy and Nico, and when they were really unbearable, Frank, Leo, Hazel, or even Will. But no matter what, the cherry on top was always...

— Or your god friend.

There it was, of course.

— Yeah, they say it’s Apollo — mocked a girl who seemed to be a daughter of Hermes. Had you ever gotten along with any of them? Maybe the Stoll brothers, but now only one twin was at camp, probably too busy dealing with ten other kids to keep his sister in line.

You never denied or confirmed anything; it was easier that way, but sometimes they were annoying. You wondered if they skipped the awful welcome video that ended with: A safe place for everyone.

In the end, they weren’t doing anything different from any public school, but it was worse: The outcasts bullying an outcast.

— Get lost, will you? — you sighed tiredly, and they let out a long "Oooh" that made your hand itch to strike.

—What? — challenged an Aphrodite girl with her hands on her hips. — Are you going to attack us with rainbows, little Hebe girl?"

— Maybe she took the 'little' part too seriously,— mocked another, a Demeter kid, and you wondered if you could burn all his crops with light projection, but you dismissed the idea. You’d never stoop to their level.

— Wow, great joke, Lionel. It’s not like you’ve told me that a thousand times already. — Your sarcasm made him angry, and he took a step towards you, ready to fight. That was the great part about camp; no one was truly defenseless except the newcomers, so challenging someone was easy, but you ignored him and headed to your cabin.

—Stop — commanded the Aphrodite girl, and you felt a sudden stiffness in your legs that made you fall to your knees. Their charm speak.

You heard the laughter behind you and squeezed your eyes shut, trying to relax when a dull thud interrupted their laughter, turning it into groans. At the sudden change, you looked over your shoulder and saw them on the ground, piled on top of each other, blinking repeatedly. You’d seen that effect a few times but never thought it could be that.

— Good thing you were looking the other way — said a voice, startling you. Next to you was him, his curly brown hair and blue eyes you liked to see, but only secretly.

—Apollo — you breathed in disbelief, making him smile. He tried to take your hand, but you pulled away, blushing. He understood; it wasn’t the moment, but he wasn’t going to stand by either.

—You — he turned, his Converse kicking up dust as he walked to them. The Demeter kid clicked his tongue at the sight of a tall, skinny guy with brown hair and blue eyes. He found it trivial, but campers watching from afar started murmuring.

—Who are you?— he asked, and at the same time, one of Hephaestus’ sons, Harley, came out of his cabin due to the noise. Seeing the guy, his eyes widened.

—LESTER?— he shouted so loudly Mount Olympus might’ve heard. The god smiled amicably. The other three looked confused.

— Is that your name?— asked the Hermes girl in a tone the old Apollo would never have forgiven. He narrowed his eyes but then just nodded.

— Yeah, let’s say it is. Or at least one of my names — he smiled, but it wasn’t a warm smile; it was full of disdain. — They call me that, but leaving that aside, know my name it's not helpful to you 'cause I’m also known for not tolerating injustice.

—Uuh— mocked the Demeter kid, and Apollo’s eyes bore into him.

— I’ll tell your mother — he accused, and the kid swallowed hard. —I know her well. Now...

He straightened up, looking down at them. One tried to get up, and Apollo snapped his fingers, pinning him to the ground again, which scared them, making them wonder if there was a child of some god of gravity around.

— Don’t bother this young lady anymore, and let me clarify something — he looked at you challengingly, making you blush, — yes, I’m her friend but not just that, she’s my-

—Enough — you interrupted nervously, and he smiled apologetically. Right, boundaries. He was learning that with you.

— Anyway, You need to stop. — he said firmly, and the three kids raised an eyebrow.

— Friend? When did I say that...— the Hermes girl recapped her words and realization hit her, — No.

Apollo nodded.

— Yes.

The dark way he said it sent a shiver down their spines, and he raised an eyebrow as he leaned towards the Hermes girl.

— And I’d recommend being careful with names. Ann, also daughter of Marlene.

Despite being the god of the sun, the coldness in his voice was relentless, and fear gripped them violently, making them run away screaming like babies.

The campers who knew him approached to say hello, but before he gave them his attention, he came up to you.

— Don’t let them do that anymore — he whispered in your ear, and you nodded. His hand caressed your cheek, and you smiled the smile he loved, resisting the urge to kiss you in front of everyone.

— See you — you said, watching him get dragged away by the other campers.

[jflemings]

— the smallest man who ever lived

pairing: jessie fleming x reader, jessie fleming x child!reader

synopsis: your ex-partner comes looking to make amends

warnings: angst, absent father, unknown unresolved trauma

a/n: timeline doesn’t exist to me i just talk shit

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Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? / Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed? / Were you writing a book? Were you a sleeper cell spy? / In fifty years, will all this be declassified?

you clap and wave to fans as you walk around the pitch, kyra coming up behind you to sling an arm over your shoulder. arsenal had just won against spurs on penalties at meadow park and the home crowd was only making the winning high more intense.

instead of sitting on the bench, piper was in the stands with jessie. it was a rare occasion that jessie got to come to one of your games she wasn’t playing in, so she took the opportunity for what it was and made a day out of it with piper.

she had made pancakes for the two of them before getting her dressed in your arsenal jersey and doing her hair in two little buns, smiling as piper sang north london forever and repeated cloé and katie’s chants. she made sure to pack snacks and raphael up in her ninja turtle bag and then the two of them went to the coffee shop near your place to get hot chocolate’s before heading to the game.

you wave to them from where they sit before taking a few photos and signing some things, finishing your lap with kyra still hanging off you like a sloth.

“is jessie in an arsenal jersey?” kyra asks as she waves to them

you can’t help but roll your eyes “as if. i think she’s wearing red socks though”

kyra snickers and pulls you along, kicking at steph’s feet as she passes “i’m sure she’s having the time of her life”

“piper will make sure of that”

your short conversation is cut short when leah grabs kyra’s shoulders from behind “where’s my partner in crime! i thought she’d be on the pitch with all of us”

you lean your head back against kyra’s arm to look at her “jessie’s got her. they’re sitting in the stands”

leah rolls her eyes playfully and throws an arm over the younger australian, breaking kyra’s hold on you and dragging her into half of a headlock as she continues talking to “make sure she knows where her loyalties lie l/n, we can’t have her becoming a blue”

“she sleeps in her catley jersey before every game day and sings north london forever at the top of her lungs when we get her dressed. she’s gonna be fine” you point at her “but i cannot be at fault if she wears a chelsea jersey to a match, she’s a mama’s girl”

“she’s also auntie ky’s girl” kyra pipes up as she wrestles with leah’s arm “which has to mean something”

kyra breaks out of leah’s hold and slaps her on the forehead before running off laughing. leah surges forward and tires to nab the back of her jersey but misses before calling out to steph to grab her. leah too jogs off, leaving you by yourself for a few moments.

you’re scanning the crowd of supporters when a man standing near the tunnel catches your eye. his arms are crossed tightly over his chest and he’s not got any fan gear on, just a plain grey shirt under a black windbreaker and black jeans. you squint slightly and cock your brow as you try to subtly get a look at him. only when he uncrosses his arms and tucks his hands into his pockets does a lightbulb go off in your head.

your blood runs cold and you speed walk off the pitch, your face set in stone as you approach him. he cocks his head slightly and steps back when you get closer, allowing you to properly look at him for the first time in four years.

his hair is shorter and his eyes still hold the same passiveness they did before. his skin isn’t tanned like it always was when you were teenagers so you guess that he might have been in london for a while. a scowl settles on your face.

“what are you doing here” you harshly whisper whilst dragging him to an area with more cover “you shouldn’t be here”

“y/n” he says placidly

your mouth goes dry at the sound of your name coming out of his mouth, a pit forming in your stomach at how easy it rolls off his tongue.

“you shouldn’t be here” you repeat firmly, looking behind you to make sure none of your teammates are watching.

he tuts “i came here to talk to you”

“at my game and after four years of nothing? i don’t think so” you spit, further backing him into a corner and hiding him away from any prying eyes “i gave you a chance to talk years ago and you told me to fuck off”

“and i shouldn’t have done that” he says calmly “but you didn’t give me much time to think about it before you moved to london”

you can’t help but scoff “didn’t give you much time?, liam, you had a year before i moved! you shut me out”

he throws his arms out and drops his jaw “i didn’t know what else to do i—

“y/n?”

you snap your head around to the new, oh so recognisable voice, and sigh. your face softens at the sight of jessie standing there with a worried expression on her face, her hands reaching for you, and piper no where to be found.

she looks over your shoulder briefly before locking eyes with you “you alright?”

“he was just leaving” you wave off half, your attention now fully on your partner.

“no, actually, we need to talk”

“no, actually, we don’t” you say forcefully, grabbing jessie by the arm and standing in front of her slightly “we have nothing to talk about, you made that very clear when you told me you wanted nothing to do with me when i got pregnant”

liam looks from jessie to you, his brown eyes swirling with desperation “i made a mistake, i was young and stupid and wasn’t ready for a kid”

“and you think i was? you think i was ready to be a mother, to have to potentially end my career?” your grip tightens on jessie’s arm and you feel her hand lay over yours “do you think i was ready to have all my friends shut me out and be completely isolated from everyone i knew? i wasn’t ready but i made a choice, and every single day i make sure that i am the best mother for her that i can be” your voice wavers slightly and you feel jessie’s thumb draw circles on your knuckles.

this isn’t the place to have this conversation. fans are still filtering out of the stands and your teammates are fifty metres away and your girlfriend, your ever loving, kind, worried, girlfriend is standing behind you as you try to get your ex to leave you alone.

you had hoped that him saying that he wanted nothing to do with you or piper would be the end of it. because despite how many times you tried to contact him the first six months of piper’s life, he ignored you. he didn’t want to know you or your baby and it wasn’t fair that he got to show up on a random sunday and try to make amends.

liam looks behind you again and draws his mouth into a thin line, his eyes cold as he refuses to verbally acknowledge jessie “i want to know my daughter. she needs two parents”

the tears that were building behind your eyes disappear and are replaced with white hot fury “she’s got two” you grit out “and a whole lot of family that would do anything for her”

“teammates aren’t family” he stresses to you, his voice now pleading as he tries to convince you of something that isn’t true.

“a teammate is the one who was in the delivery room with me when i gave birth. my teammates were the ones that flew from all over the world to meet her. my teammates have given her more love than you would ever have to offer” you begin to raise your voice as your breathing goes ragged “my teammates, my family, have helped me give her the best life i could ever offer her.” you get right up in his face as jessie holds your arm in a silent plea to not make a scene.

she pulls you slightly and you step back against her. your brows furrow and a frown has settled on your face. you can tell by how she’s holding you that jessie is probably wearing a matching expression. he stands tall and looks down the bridge of his nose at you, apparently unfazed about what you just told him.

“jessie can’t replace her father” liam snapped at you, his brows drawing together.

“there is no father to replace” your face goes rock hard as you try your best to not let your anger simmer over more “and even if there were, she’s done a great fucking job at doing it”

he falters and his eyes go wide in shock. his facade quickly drops and he rushes to pull a piece of paper out of his pocket as you turn your back “y/n— wait, can you just— here’s my number and my address. please just give me a call, i want to know piper”

you reach and snatch the paper out of his hands before pointing at him “you do not get to insult my partner and then turn around and say that you want to know my daughter. jessie is everything to her, absolutely everything, and there is nothing or no one that will ever replace that”

jessie leads you away from him and into the tunnel, rubbing your back up and down as you hold back tears. you stop for a moment once you’re far enough down and lean on the wall “piper?” you question quietly.

“with leah and manu” the canadian answers softly “are you okay?”

you look up just as your hands start to shake. tears cloud your vision “he shouldn’t be here”

“i know”

“he gave me nothing when i got pregnant” you stress to her, your voice cracking “he told me that he didn’t want to be apart of our baby’s life and then told me to fuck off when i told him she had been born” you cry to her “jessie he didn’t even want to know her name”

jessie‘a face twists into a scowl and her hands flex by her side before pulling you in by your shoulders. you cry into her shoulder softly as she twirls her fingers through your ponytail and holds the back of your neck “do you wanna go home and talk about it? we can see if leah will take piper for the night”

you nod and pull yourself off of her, wiping your tears with the heel of your palm “let me just go get my stuff and talk to leah”

jessie swipes her thumb under your eye and nods, watching you go into the change rooms.

“mummy!” piper yells, standing up on katie’s cubby “you played so good!” she praises, reaching her arms up and wrapping her legs right around your waist.

“thank you baby” you reply, kissing her on the forehead. you set her down again and walk to leah who’s packing the last of her things in her bag.

“can you take piper tonight? i know this is so last minute, and it’s alright if you can’t, but jessie and i need to sort some things out”

leah looks over her shoulder and frowns slightly “of course, are you okay?”

you nod and plaster a fake smile onto your face “yeah i’m all good”

if leah notices your clipped tone she doesn’t say anything about it. she hands piper her backpack to put on as she puts her toiletries bag in her own backpack.

you lean down to be at your daughter’s eye level “you’re gonna stay with auntie leah tonight okay?”

“but what about ice cream!” piper pouts cutely. you sigh and brush her check affectionately.

“i’m sure if you ask nicely leah will take you”

piper immediately turns and pulls on the hem of leah’s shorts “leah” she draws “can we please get ice cream?”

leah smiles down at her and pats her head affectionately “of course we can. i’ll even get you a double scoop”

piper’s eyes brighten and she claps with glee, her little buns bouncing as she rapidly nods her head. she turns to you again and wraps her arms around her neck “bye mummy, be good”

you scrunch your nose as she pulls away “you be good” you tap the tip of her nose before standing, now looking at leah “if you need anything just let me know and i’ll drop it over”

leah winks and waves you off, allowing you to quickly go to your own cubby and grab your things. you skip a shower and push the door to the dressing room open, speed walking to get back to jessie.

she’s leaning against the wall with one hand in her pocket whilst she scrolls on her phone, her cap low on her head. when she hears your cleats on the concrete she turns to you “ready?”

you hum and nod affirmatively and let jessie take your bag off your hands and sling it over her shoulder. the two of you walk out to her car in silence, the only sound surrounding you being the rushed, rhythmic sound of your cleats on gravel and the afternoon breeze that’s blowing past your ears.

the car ride is silent as well. you keep thinking about the interaction over and over again whilst jessie drives, stealing glances at you every so often. the tension in the car is thick but you’re too in your head to notice it.

you’re on autopilot from the moment jessie pulls up to the moment you finally strip yourself of your kit and get in the shower. the steam encapsulates you, allowing you to feel like you can finally breathe. this shouldn’t be how your afternoon goes. normally after a win you’d celebrate with the girls in the dressing room and then take piper for ice cream, not stand in the shower on the verge of tears after your ex decided to show up to a game.

you feel horrible. not only had you caused a scene, but you had done it in front of jessie. all she was doing was coming to check on you and she got insulted by the man who couldn’t look at you after you told him you were a lesbian. it made your gut swirl.

beads of water run hot down your back as you finally break, choked sobs escape your throat and tears fall down your face uncontrollably. you can’t even bring yourself to care that you’re not alone in the house, you just need to get everything that’s built up out. 

when you turn off the water you’re still crying but make the attempt to dry your face with the towel. as you get dressed you still sniffle, not being able to get the image of your twenty year old pregnant self out of your head.

it was fucked up. so, so unbelievably fucked up that someone who was barely an adult, who was still figuring out who they were, had to care for a baby. you wouldn’t change it for the world, but that doesn’t mean that you deserved to get tossed aside during the most vulnerable time of your life the way you did.

hanging your head, you lean on the counter and cry harder, completely missing the knocking on the door. you aren’t even aware that jessie had come to check on you until her arms are wrapped around your body, one hand coming up to cradle your head comfortingly.

you drop your weight into her arms “it’s not fair!” you wail “he can’t do this to me! he can’t fucking do this to me!”

jessie coos in your ear “i know. i know, he can’t. he doesn’t have that right”

“he left me, h-he left me when i needed support the most!” you choke, standing up to wipe your eyes “steph was the only person in the delivery room with me when it should’ve been him! ellie, and mackenzie, and alanna, and lydia were outside waiting to meet her, not him! sam got on the first flight out when she heard that i was in the hospital. how dare he say that my teammates aren’t my family when they were all i had”

jessie’s jaw drops as you tell her this. she knew that your national teammates were there for piper’s first moments, and you had said in passing that one of them was in the delivery room with you, but she had no idea that steph was the only one with you.

“and then he says that she doesn’t have two parents, are you fucking kidding me!”

wrapping her arms around you securely, jessie guides you to sit on the toilet and catch your breath. you sob into her neck as she squeezes you, trying to make you feel as secure as she can.

she’d never felt hatred like this before. hot fury courses through her like lava and completely overtakes her body. there were a few things that you hadn’t told her about your ex, and she never pushed you or asked questions. she knew your feelings towards him and how he treated you when the two of you initially broke up, but she had no idea how seeing him again would affect you.

she kind of wishes she didn’t hold you back when she did.

you lift your head from her neck “i don’t want to see him. he can’t meet piper, i won’t put her in that position” you determine “i don’t want her confused when she has you, it wouldn’t be fair to either of you”

the canadian nods “okay” she says firmly “it wont happen”

[aryxchse]

hello!

i see ur requests are open so i have one (potentially) if ur willing to write it!!

yk how we get some glimpses into a dark percy jackson in the HoO series when he’s protecting annabeth… what if we got some of that for jason grace? potentially like the reader, she’s threatened by a minor god or monster or anything, so jason kinda goes unhinged? maybe like, he takes the air out of the opposing party’s lungs or anything else kinda unhinged?

i hope any of this makes sense lol thank uuuuu

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dangerous storms / jason grace x female! reader.

a / n : I WAS THINKING THE EXACT SAME THING BECAUSE WHY THIS MAN HASN'T BEND SOMEONES OXYGEN ALREADY???

warnings : jason grace's angry self, airbending type of shit, cursing, DANGEROUS JASON I REPEAT DANGEROUS JASON!!

jason grace was a calm man.

he was rational, he would think before he act and he never made a move with his feelings. call it him being roman, or his father being literally the king of the gods, or maybe him growing up with a wolf raising him. jason grace was always the type to show his powers through strategic thinking.

well, everyone has boundries right?

he had a thin line in between destroying one thing or everything when it camed to you. if you're fine, then no one has to fear for anything. if you're okay, safe and healthy, no one has to panic.

but if it's the other way, than everyone should pray. even the non-believers. because jason grace can be scary and intimidating when he wants to. and he's so damn good at it.

things weren't supposed to go this way. you weren't supposed to get kidnapped by some giant. the plan wasn't this way, then why, why we're you in danger?

jason stopped being rational. his brain only said 'why, why, why' for like, an hour now. jason wasn't thinking straight. jason wasn't thinking.

"jason, we're gonna save her," piper tried to charmspeak him, but it didn't worked. the girl who put gaia back in sleep, couldn't calm down the son of jupiter.

percy jackson, who was feared by most monsters, demigods and even gods, was afraid how jason acted at the moment. but he didn't judged, he knew he would act the exact same way if something happened to annabeth. which, he did.

he was the only one who would go down with him if he asked. boundries we're boundries, and percy knew that very well.

"jason, we can make a plan." piper tried again. she was trying from the moment they got you. but it wasn't working and she started to get anxious.

"yeah, man. she's strong, she could be on her way back here even-" leo tried his best too. he couldn't recognise his best friend right now. he should've been like percy, who wasn't judging jason's madness and ready to go down with him. but he couldn't—it was like leo meeting jason for the first time, again.

"i already have a fucking plan." jason snapped, but he was quiet. which, it didn't help with the gang's fear. "and you guys are not involved."

"you sure?" percy asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. "my hands been itchy these days, and riptide is no better."

jason wanted to smile, but his situation didn't allowed. instead, he softened his gaze, just a bit. "thanks, but i'll handle it myself. it's my war now."

percy nodded, giving a look at the team. 'if someone wants to stop him, they have to go through me.'

"go get em', tiger." he joked. and jason flied away, not answering.

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you would fight for your life if you weren't hanging up by the chains on your wrists. your feet we're dangling in the air, and arms hurting from carrying all your weight. the sick giants put some fancy greek dress on you, making your hair prettier while you were unconscious.

the giant fucking fell in love with you, and it certainly did not liked jason.

jason. we're was he? what happened to him?

well, you we're about to find out.

"oh dear," the ugly beast purred, his big hands finding your tiny body. you disgusted, squirming under his touch to get away. but it was no use.

"you'll be all mine once i make the potion." he rambled, drool on his chin that showed you how hungry he was for you.

"in your fucking dreams." you spat, eyes shooting daggers. you we're jason's girl, and your own person, most importantly. "i'm already taken."

the giant growled, mixing the sound with his sick laugh. "that jupiter boy? he got nothing compared to me sweetheart!" he yelled and his voice echoed through the big cave. where we're you, even? "he has to kill me to get you!"

"be careful what you wish for." the sound made you melt instantly. how was he able to find you? well, you didn't cared to be honest. he was here.

jason's eyes we're nothing like before. it was like his own eyes had their storms and thunders. one part of you we're amazed, while the other got scared. you knew he wouldn't even touch you if it ever hurt you, but you we're scared for him. not from him. for him doing something he'll regret for the rest of his life in order to protect you.

but, jason seemed to not give a damn.

"you tiny little demigod! you have no chance against me, you don't even have a god next to you to kill me!" he yelled, leaving you dangling in the air again. you wanted to call jason's name, but your voice muffled through the lightning.

"i don't fucking need a god," jason hissed, taking position. "i'll send you tartarus myself."

it all happened quickly. jason was so fast, unlike the big giant trying to capture and kill him. he was like a lightning himself, moving in light speed. there was a blonde thing moving, and you couldn't understand if it was his hair or sword. also there was little lightning sparkles that helped you figure him better.

then, the next thing you knew, jason was on top of the beast's face. he quickly called a lightning before stabbing his sword into the giants eye. it growled, but didn't falled.

"this is what you take for hurting my girl. my loved ones." jason said, his free hand going up in the air. you thought he was gonna make the giant eat some lightning, but it didn't go that way.

"remember my name in tartarus," he flied up again, taking a large air with him. the beast suddenly started to choke, holding it's neck desperately. "and make sure your friends does too."

it was the last thing giant heard before falling down, his oxygen flying in the air and dissapearing. jason immediatly flied towards you, cutting your chainst and holding you by the waist before you fall.

"jason," you breathed out, crying. you couldn't believe what you just have witnesses, but you figured it was the best to not mention. you we're happy that you we're safe now, in his arms.

"baby," he panted, hugging you so tight. you guys slowly landed on the ground, jason still clinging on you. "thank gods you're alive."

"i got scared," you admitted. normally, you would rather die than admit someone you're scare. but it was your jason, who could you tell if you're not gonna tell him? "he was gonna- jason, he was gonna make me one of them."

"shh baby it's okay," he cupped your face, his own tears matching you. but he had a smile, a smile that appeared once you we're in his arms. "i'm here. no one's touching you ever again okay? i'm here." he gently wiped your tears away, kissing you after.

you relaxed the moment your lips met, but it wasn't very long until you both heard footsteps again. jason quickly picked you up in bridal style, flying away from the little crack of the cave.

later that day, you both layed together in his quarters at argo ii. everyone decided that they shouldn't ask questions, like they didn't asked percy and annabeth after they got back from the tartarus.

even coach hedge let you snuggle eachother, because he saw how hurt jason was. he needed you for his own sake, to stay sane.

jason was the child of storm after all, he knew how to be scary when he wanted to. he kept it all inside when you we're near and safe. but if something slightly happened to you, he knew how to show them real power.

[kozumesphone]

✮⋆˙ 𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

⤷ leo valdez x daughter of poseidon!reader

masterlist | event m.list

♡ fandom | the heroes of olympus

♡ includes | songfic (sort of), daughter of poseidon!reader, leo and reader both have glasses in this fic (YES i’m fulfilling my own delusions, leave me alone), ALL CHARACTERS INCLUDING READER ARE 17-18 pls don’t come at me for getting them married 🙏, leo x reader wedding, pre-established relationship, fluff, comfort, beautiful no nonsense kissing and happiness, tbh this is retribution for my previous emercy angst, HAPPINESS, third person pov for like five seconds, not proofread

♡ in which | leo and reader get married <3

♡ a/n | ok shiit. this was supposed to be a newlyweds prompt, but I wanted to write a wedding scene before that, so I completely missed the prompt that was requested ☹️ I still hope this fluff makes up for it a bit, and i'll try to work on a part 2 for a newlyweds drabble (tho I can't promise i'll actually end up writing it, sorry 💀)

♡ wc | 1.3k

✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov

“i’m way too nervous, my hands are shaking and what if I drop the ring? he’ll think i’m stupid! and he’ll leave me right there!”

“n/n? respectfully? shut up,” annabeth sighed.

“this is leo we’re talking about, man, and if there’s one thing I know for sure about him, other than the fact that he loves marshmallows, it’s that he’s whipped as fuck for you,” will’s voice rang out, walking into my cabin.

“trust!” piper’s voice came out of my closet, where she was looking for something decent for me to wear.

“okay… but, now I don’t have anything to wear. that’s another problem,” I whined.

“you could walk out there, and get married in your camp clothes, and it’d have the same effect on him either way,” piper rolled her eyes. “his mouth would like, hang open, and he’d make heart eyes at you—”

“shut up,” I grumbled. “what am I going to wear, pipes?”

“don’t you worry, darling, I got you,” she said, and winked at me, and handed me a denim-leather jacket.

✮⋆˙ leo’s pov

“what if I trip and fall in front of her? will she leave me—who am I kidding, of course she’ll leave me!—”

“she loves you, stop crying about it,” jason said, rolling his eyes.

nico walked in with a red tie and black leather jacket in tow, and told me it was one of the other kids who lent it to him (clearly not).

“oh. thanks,” I smiled.

“yeah, sure. uh, listen, valdez,” nico started. I narrowed my eyes at him. “if you ever hurt her, or make her cry, or anything, I will know. and I will come for your blood. and your organs, because the market is amazing for livers these days—”

“same here,” percy said. “if I see my little sister sad because of you? you’re done for, fire boy.”

they walked over to me, throwing their arms around my shoulder. “got it?”

“obviously,” I rolled my eyes. “and if she’s ever sad because of me, I think i’d kill myself.”

✮⋆˙ 3rd person pov

percy walked with his hand in y/n’s. she walked down the aisle in a black crop top below her unbuttoned white shirt, and a denim-leather jacket strung on top. in that moment, leo could only comprehend how much she looked like herself.

she was fidgeting nervously with her belt while walking towards him.

she looked up, shocked, to see him almost matching with her: white shirt, red tie, black leather jacket, and even the playboy grin.

I like shiny things, but i’d marry you with paper rings…

uh huh, that’s right…

watching him smile at her melted away her anxiety.

he wouldn’t leave her, of course not. they were in this together, forever.

a lopsided grin creeped up her face, setting his heart on fire.

she would always love him, he realised. never would she even think of leaving him.

darling, you’re the one I want, and…

✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov

percy let go of my hand so I could walk further towards leo, leaving me a thumbs-up.

“hey handsome,” I whispered, stopping in front of leo.

“hey beautiful,” he whispered back, still smiling at me.

“even after so many years, you know how to get my brain to stop functioning, it’s unfair,” I groaned, as he chuckled. his hand slipped into mine, lacing our fingers together. his thumb stroked the back of my hand as we turned to chiron, who was officiating our wedding.

he asks all our friends—dressed in shades of either blue or orange—to take their seats. we watched the youngest demigods, who were less than ten years old, walk around the chairs, giving out flowers to everyone.

“dearly beloved,” chiron reads out of his pocket notebook. “we are gathered here today to witness my two little kids join together in holy matrimony.”

everyone laughed and then quieted down.

“you can do your speeches or vows,” he prompted.

I exhaled and started first. “mia cara, thank you. I can’t believe today’s, well, finally here. I remember the, um, first day we met. we were both caught planting something for a prank in coach hedge’s bag, and spent a day in detention together,” I laughed and went on. “well, that was pretty much the day I fell in love with you. i’m so happy I have a boyfriend—well, almost-husband—and a best friend, both in the same person. so, I guess what I want to say is… I love you, leo.”

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this…

uh huh, that’s right…

his eyes were glossing over, and a tear escaped down his cheek. I wiped it away, and smiled at him.

“oh my god, that was so sappy,” he rolled his eyes at me.

I hit him in his shoulder, and he laughed. “anyway, I think I never told you this, but I knew you before that day.”

I gasped a little bit and my eyes widened.

“it was the day you transferred to that wilderness school, probably around a month before we met. you were wearing the same jacket you’re wearing today, and your hair was in tiny braids, and oh my god, I remember thinking, ‘if I don’t talk to that girl soon, i’ll never forgive myself’ but I waited a whole month because I was too nervous.”

I laughed, “you were nervous for a month?”

“shut up bro,” he groaned. “you were just so beautiful and I thought you looked smart, which, I mean, you are. but then, I found out you were planning some prank for a bet, and I figured that was my chance.”

darling, you're the one I want…

“who knew that the first pranks we pulled would bring us to get married, huh?” I chuckled.

“I knew,” he said, “that was obviously why I did it. anyway, I wanna end this speech or whatever by saying what I thought of you the first day we met: I love you, y/n, and you’re stuck with me for life!”

“I better hope so, you’re not allowed to leave me ever, anyway,” I rolled my eyes.

chiron laughed at us, and called the ringbearers. “it’s time for you to exchange your rings.”

an eight-year old apollo camper and his twin brother walked up to us with matching boxes. each one gave a box to one of us.

we opened the boxes, got the rings out and held them.

leo pulled our interlocked hands up and let go, to slip his ring on my finger. I grinned at him, and placed mine on his finger as well. he smiled when he realised they were the first rings we had bought together after we snuck out of camp for the first time.

“with the power vested in me,” chiron started. “I now pronounce you man and wife. you may kiss the bri—”

before chiron could even finish, leo’s hands were on my waist, bringing me closer, our mouths colliding.

in paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams…

oh, you’re the one I want…

our glasses hit each others’ twice, but neither of us cared. his hands were squeezing my waist, as if it were the end of the world if he let go. my hands wrapped around his neck, and I pulled him in closer than humanly possible.

his kisses were rarely soft and sweet, so today wasn’t a surprise.

tongues colliding, my hands in his hair, and grinning against each others’ lips.

“till death do them part!” a voice rang out from the crowd, everyone else laughing.

“even death won’t do us part, mi vida,” he pulled back, smiling and whispered.

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[wingzie]

Jikook and the Importance of Photos

Photographs are special. They map out our lives through precious memories. They leave a footprint in time that can forever be part of our history. These glimpses of our past, make us who we are and show what or who is important to us. They are full of so much love and emotions, even more so when they are shared with those most trusted to us. This goes for every photo shared by the members.

 I personally think it’s amazing that we can tell when a photo of Jimin is taken by Jungkook, there’s a certain style to it and it comes across even at a glance. One of my favourite photos of Jimin by Jungkook is this one:

This photo was taken from the behinds of Life Goes On. Each MV was beautifully directed by Jungkook, and it’s hard to miss the references made from within their old dorm. I know Jungkook isn’t keen on photos but, just like during GCFT, Jimin is looking at Jungkook and not the camera here with that smile. With that one look, that we are so familiar with, we can trace every single moment within their history which has that same shining expression. It tells a story over time, but also that one photo itself is so telling in the way that it was captured. One of my favourite photos of Jungkook by Jimin is this one:

There’s something raw and delicate in this photo.You can see it in Jungkook’s eyes. Each item in the photo tells its own little story, from the Birthday cake to the polaroid photos on the table that we never saw. This photo is all we saw from the night of Jungkook’s Birthday in 2019 and sometimes I am reminded that with these glimpses into their lives, there are still so many moments of theirs that we are unaware of. For example, Jungkook had a hickey on his neck during MOTS:Online and none of us had any idea until the DVD Behinds came out. 

For every selca or video that Jikook has shared with us, it shows a part of them that we are so lucky to witness. To be able to watch their growth over the years is magical and something I will always cherish. Why am I going on about photos and memories though?  Because they give so much of themselves to us and I will never take it for granted, nor expect them to give more to us than they want to. Some of their memories are for them only, but we can still hold dear what we know already…

Some of you know this already, but I have been caring for my Mother lately. Over the last few months, her memory has worsened. In an attempt to help, we play memory games and repeat simple tasks together. However, her memory is something that cannot be simply fixed with such methods. I had the idea to get out family photos, until I realised that we had stopped taking them when my parents divorced. It’s made me more proactive in archiving things that I do each day. Every little thing I see or hear, I note it down or save the song. In a way, it’s also how I associate with BTS or Jikook. When the BTS World soundtrack came out, I was having a really bad day and it gave me a lot of comfort. I smile whenever I hear Pied Piper because it’s one of my friends favourite songs. Any time I hear “Jungkookie” or “Jimin-ssi”, a barrage of memories come to the front of my mind and I grasp onto all of them whilst I still can. 

I'm sure it's not just me who does this either, Jimin and Jungkook probably do this themselves. You could see that when Jungkook was watching Jimin’s compilation with us. He was recollecting the same memories as us, but he also has access to an entirely different set of memories that we don’t know of. We also saw that with the way Jimin and Jungkook both explained the Rainy Day Fight. During the Festa video, Jungkook mentioned “rainy day” and expected Jimin to understand what he meant. Later on, Jimin and Jungkook gave their own versions of what happened in their separate lives. They both more or less experienced the same thing, but blamed themselves for their actions and not the other. 

They love adding to their own collections of memories. Every single time that Jimin watched Jungkook rehearse and the other way around, enough so that they could probably be a backup dancer. All the clips they have but haven’t shared. The moments we don’t find out until later, the inside jokes they have without context. We don’t understand, but that doesn’t matter. Only they have to and we just watch and smile. Their memories are a huge part of them, it’s what makes their bond so special.  

[nofingjustaninchident]

you wanted headcanons? 🤭 i got you 😽

how about a jason grace x apollo!reader set of headcanons!!

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⛧° jason grace x daughter of Apollo! hcs

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content: Jason Grace x apollo!reader hcs

warnings: BAD BAD BAD, slightly possessive jason, reader is implied to be blonde

a/n: i hc that every child of apollo has the hair at least a little lighter than usual. like, it's not jet black nor a super brown, they have light brown or blonde hair. and i used this on this hcs! i'm so sorry if u don't like it, but i took this creative liberty... anyways, enjoy!

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now playing… midnight rain - taylor swift

blondie met blonder, they fell in love, and they had blondini 

jk, jk, no kids... yet  

you were aware of who was jason grace, like everyone around camp 

one of the Heroes of Olympus, son of jupiter, always looking for his friends and family, creating sanctuaries for the minor gods, hot as hell, as you heard from your siblings 

i mean, you obviously wouldn’t go around asking anyone 

because in reality you haven’t even saw him yet, since he was always so busy going between camps 

but one day the oh so awaited encounter came to reality  

you spent most of your days at the infirmary, since your healing powers were quite... impressive, to say the least 

you were one of the best healers around, if not the ultimate best 

so, you obviously had to come running towards the hurt kid, who happened to be your friend, leo valdez 

you were almost a hundred percent sure that he hurt himself at bunker nine, and only because he had a crush on one of your sisters – alyssa. and it wasn’t even an assumption he really did liked her, as he himself told you about it 

but you were surprised to see a certain blonde boy carrying him through the infirmary doors with leo’s foot blackish purple and swollen  

you quickly went to him and gestured towards an empty bed, which the blonde – that you figured it’d be Jason, leo’s best friend – put him on and sat beside him 

you didn’t spare much time to look at jason, but he had a scowl on his face as if saying “I’m so disappointed on you” with only his eyes  

“oh, for my father’s music, what in the hades happened to you, valdez?” you asked, your voice laced with concern and a little bit of reprehension 

“where’s aly?” the shorter boy asked, earning a snort from jason 

“you dropped a wrench to your foot to see the girl you got a crush on? my gods, valdez. thought you were over that.” the taller boy said, and his deep voice gained him a glance from you 

and that’s when you fell in love for the first time 

his blonde hair was even lighter than yours, his skin slightly tanned and his muscles... oh GODS. and that jawline that could easily cut a diamond 

he was easily the most handsome man you ever saw on your entire life.  

and trust me, he thought the exact same about you 

the difference is that he had noticed you long ago 

it was a rainy day on camp half-blood, right after capture the flag 

jason had gotten himself hurt. It was something minor in his eyes, but piper insisted that he should go on the infirmary to check 

well, thanks gods he did went to the infirmary that day, since he had a broken rib and a bruised face  

you weren’t the one to treat him, but he did saw you taking care of the other injured people from the game, and from that moment on he was completely and utterly WHIPPED for you  

like, he’d stalk you around, discover all your agenda for the day and just follow you around, without you even knowing who the hell he was  

so, after the day that leo almost broke his foot trying to get alyssa’s attention, you and jason started to hang out  

but in the beginning, it was only around leo, too, so you two could mock the latino boy about his stupidly obvious crush on alyssa 

but soon that friendship went beyond hanging out just around leo, who was more than happy now so he wouldn’t be the third wheel  

and every day you just fell more in love with jason  

and he also fell completely and totally HEAD OVER HEELS for you 

and when you guys finally made a move, the whole camp was happy  

except for leo, who now was officially third wheeling  

but have you heard that song midnight rain by taylor swift? That goes like “he was sunshine, i was midnight rain”? 

yeah, that song is YOU 

but this time the roles are a little reversed, seeming that it was “she was sunshine, he was midnight rain” 

but you were quite literally the perfect couple 

the golden girl of camp half-blood and the golden boy of camp jupiter  

a match made in heaven  

oh and your dad was more than happy when he discovered that you were dating jason  

his #1 otp, fr  

and look how perfect 

you and will are siblings  

jason and nico are basically brothers  

so... double dates obvi??? 

also he’d be telling everyone like “oh you know the BEST HEALER AT CAMP? Yeah, she’s my girl” 

walking with an arm around your waist ALL THE TIME 

he's like ‘gotta show the world you’re mine, love’ 

being a daughter of apollo gains you lots of unwanted attention for being pretty as hell  

so whenever he sees someone hitting on you he’d be like NUH UH, that girl is MINE. Bitch  

oh, and you literally make his days lighter and brighter  

with all your smileness and cuteness  

oh, the it couple fr.

a/n pt2: this one's bad and i HATE it but idc