#aphrodite . ۫ ꣑ৎ .

[dovetheater]

Aphrodite🕊

"And a white foam spread around them from the immortal flesh, and in it there grew a maiden."

[xoxochb]

— summer song ꣑ৎ‧₊˚.

★ - warnings: literally just smut pairing: percy jackson x fem! reader a/n: got bored, wrote this, here we are

you looked like a goddess (and admittedly, better looking than aphrodite herself! percy would keep that part to himself though— he’d like to keep his life, thank you very much). with the way your hair was slightly messy from the pillow your head previously lay on, the morning light illuminating your bare skin perfectly, your still sleepy demeanor, your eyes closed shut as you progressively grind yourself further into him, moaning softly when you find just the right angle to push yourself into. it’s utter ecstasy what he’s feeling, and there’s no argument in the fact that getting to wake up and fuck you is probably his favorite thing ever

and you would say about the same. yet you’re too disoriented to care about that, especially with the way he’s insanely deep inside of you, resulting in your brain turning into complete clouds, a euphoric, lust-filled daze; a feeling you wish would never end, though with the way percy keeps relentlessly thickening inside you you’re sure he’s thinking the same thing

“perce, I’m-” you’re cut off by a guttural moan, inching closer to your climax, your walls tighten around him, you’re sure he’s aware of what you were attempting to say. you’re a panting mess, seeing stars of all kinds, gods, you can’t even function properly, attempting to wring your hands around anything they can reach. which in this situation happens to be percy’s biceps, digging your nails into his skin. you’re sure you’ll find crescent shaped imprints there later

you quicken your pace, eager to reach your peak, grinding your hips further into him to a point where you’re not even sure if this is humanly possible. your legs shake, your skin becomes slick with sweat beads, hair sticking to your face, your moans grow louder, you can’t think, can’t breathe; they come out raggedly, trying as much as you can to calm yourself as you at last reach your climax, shivering. if this wasn’t enough, percy doesn’t end here, he bucks his hips into you, pushing himself impossibly further into your core (you’re dying, you’re dying, you’re dying). you know later when you go to get up you won’t even be able to, every muscle in your body will ache, you’ll be as helpless as a porcelain doll. you come to a secondary orgasm, crying out as you don’t think you could possibly take anymore (you so wish you could. dumbass human capacity levels)

this time, percy lets you slide off of him and onto the sheets beside him. your chest rises and falls, you close your eyes and try to collect yourself back to a normal setting. though, you’re sure the pain was worth the pleasure, yet you still throb greatly. if this is how you die you’d be happy with it. you pull the messy sheets over your bare skin, resting your head on percy’s shoulder, similarly, he removes your hair from your sweat-veiled face, kissing your forehead in the process

what a way to start the morning

[winelovr]

˚₊‧꒰ა 𝐈 𝐧 𝐭 𝐫 𝐨 𝐝 𝐮 𝐜 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 ໒꒱ ‧₊

⋆. 𐙚 Hello, love ♡

𐙚 ⋆ My name is Wine. 𐙚 ⋆ I use she/her pronouns and fae/faer neopronouns.ᐟ 𐙚 ⋆ I am 19 yrs old and I am a moon lesbian.ᐟ 𐙚 ⋆ English is not my first language so my grammar can be bad.

𐙚 ⋆ The aesthetic of my blog is all shades of purple because it is my favourite color. 𐙚 ⋆ This blog is my safe space and my personal diary. 𐙚 ⋆ This blog is also dedicated to my journey of finding faith in Hellenic polytheism and learning witchcraft.

𐙚 ⋆ I am extremely to Hellenic polytheism and Greek mythology. Therefore, I am a slow leaner and lack a lot of knowledges. 𐙚 ⋆ I haven't fully embrace Hellenism so I am still in Christian religion. 𐙚 ⋆ The first Greek god I worship is Lord Apollo. 𐙚 ⋆ I planned to worship Lady Selene, Lady Aphrodite, and Lord Hermes once I am ready.

𐙚 ⋆ I am new to witchcraft. 𐙚 ⋆ I haven't practiced any physical spell because I need to do a lot of research first. I hesitated a lot, and anxiety consumed me. 𐙚 ⋆ I can be considered as baby witch.

⋆. 𐙚 I wanted to make this blog an opportunity for me to do do a lot more research, educate myself, and ask for guidance from my fellow Hellenist friends and devotees. I am new to this community, so please treat me nicely.

⋆. 𐙚 I accept all kind of advices, giving your thoughts, yapping with me.ᐟ I am looking for more friends in Hellenism community so reply if you wanted to be moot.ᐟ

۫ ꣑ৎ Enjoy your stay love ♡

[dovetheater]

Aphrodite is always with me because i'm so full of love. I love my friends, i love my girlfriend, i love the silly little things of life like seeing pretty flowers in the streets, hearing the birds singing, i love to play video games and watch my favorite cartoons... i love a lot of things!

[dovetheater]

Its so silly but i use a rose in my name on discord because it reminds me of aphrodite so everytime i look at the rose emoji in my name when using discord i get so lovey dovey and happy

[dovetheater]

I think Lady Aphrodite is communicating with me today! I was at the store of my parents working with them to help, and then i start to see A LOT of things that are heavily associated with Lady Aphrodite that i've never seen in the store before! I saw dove decorations and sea decorations! I even asked my mom if i could take the doves because i liked them and she said yes!!! I'm so so happy!

[xoxochb]

— about anything ꣑ৎ‧₊˚.

★ - “wanna listen to the sound of you blinking wanna listen to your hands soothe listen to your heart beating listen to the way you move”

warnings: this is really short pairing: luke castellan x daughter of aphrodite a/n: this is entirely random but I wanted to write something simple today :)

for once, the hermes cabin was utterly silent. you had left your cabin early this morning because you’re siblings believed it was acceptable to spray loads of perfume at ten in the morning while you still slept. so, you had taken it upon yourself to leave cabin ten and spend the day in your boyfriends cabin. however, he was absent, you assume because he had counselor duties to attend to this morning unfortunately. so you waited. with your cup of coffee and your jane austen novel, you cozy yourself atop his bed, wrapping the blankets around your frame to shield your skin from the cold air-conditioning of the cabin. for two hours you had waited in silence, all the other hermes children had left for reasons you would guess were their own duties to attend to, so the cabin had been left to just you

bored, you close your book and let your head fall onto the pillow, and as you were ready to fall into slumber you hear the cabin door open. you allow your eyes to flutter open to see who had entered, and lucky you, your eye catches your favorite mop of dark curls progressively getting closer. you smile widely and sit up as luke takes a seat beside you on his bed

“hey. did I wake you?” he asks silently to preserve the quiet tone of the moment

you shake your head slowly, letting yourself fall back into the bed. “no, I just laid down”

luke murmurs a gentle ‘oh’ before laying down alongside you underneath the blankets. both, similarly, you wrap your arms around each other finding instant solace in the serene situation. you pull his head to your chest, his ear right over your beating heart

“what were you up to today?” you whisper. before responding, luke snakes a hand under your shirt, rubbing up and down your skin

“training… more training…”

you nod understandingly and stop yourself from continuing the conversation. you knew that his training was draining and had made the consecutive decision to let him rest. but— he whispers a silent plead for you to speak about your day until his eyes close shut

“I didn’t do much, I just kind of… read a lot. when I left my cabin this morning it smelt like perfume, I got a migraine so I came here hoping you hadn’t left but you were gone so… I took a small nap and I woke up feeling fine then I read emma for a bit and I had my coffee because you know me and my coffee addiction. then I was going to take a second nap while I waited for you but then you came in— so that was really my whole day”

luke hums in response, presumably on the verge of falling asleep from your honey-sweet voice

“that sounds nice. besides the migraine”

“definitely,” yoy laugh lightly, twirling your fingers through his hair to lull him to sleep at last “now rest. I’ll be here when you wake up”

you feel him smile upon your skin. “I won’t fight with you on that”

and he surely did not, moments later obeying your instructions

[xoxochb]

— guilty as sin? ꣑ৎ‧₊˚. pairing: percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite warnings: smut ish… but, like, it’s not graphic I don’t think but read at your own risk lyrics: “messy top lip kiss how I long for our trysts without ever touching his skin how can I be guilty as sin?”

it started off a simple pining. you’d see the son of poseidon giving you glances from across the dining pavilion, but now you’d often find yourself hidden away in his ablaze sheets late at night, his name along with soft (or that really depends) noises being the only things escaping your mouth as he pleasures you. after this had been going on for a while you’d found yourself being with him more than just at night, you’d sit with him at meals, join him in training, normal couple things, and following a talk you both decided to commit to this. and this definitely didn’t mean your trysts would end here, no, they became more passion filled and you loved it. when you awoke this morning the cold cabin three air hit your bare body instantly, making you shiver, but perhaps that was also because percy was peppering kisses over your neck as his fingers stroke the inside of your thigh, trailing up slowly but surely

he tugs you closer into his bare chest, this time, with his lips against yours roughly, utterly messy kisses but you can’t find it in yourself to care at this point— you can’t care about anything besides the boy beside you. you tangle a hand in his hair, occasionally tugging, eliciting him to groan into your mouth. palpable, the heat in this moment, you swear you could touch it simply just like that, though with the way your naked body curves perfectly into his you’re sure it is. his lips taste of the ocean, salty water, something you didn’t really care for until percy, though now you found yourself craving this taste more than you should. the rough pads of his fingers stop for a moment, just to gently trace circles into your swollen skin, gods, is this what ascending to elysium is like?

when he disconnects his lips from yours you whine at the loss of contact, but he instantly reclaims himself by sucking over your collarbone, sure to leave a stygian mark. he trails his hands up to your waist, finger digging into your skin, he travels his knee to between your shaky thighs, evoking a strangled moan from your red lips. with every touch you swear you feel jolts of electricity flowing through your veins, it makes the moment all more exciting and needy. his mouth travels further down, kissing against your naval before he looks up at you with puppy sea green eyes and a smirk, seeing your content facade (or not so)

he continues with this, muttering in between, “you’re perfect…” lower “so so gorgeous” lower “doesn’t even matter aphrodite’s your mom… you’re beautiful…” his lips reach your hip bone, kissing each before ultimately settling between your legs and you are so never leaving this bed

[xoxochb]

aphrodite!reader falling asleep on percy’s lap!!

— cabin ten ꣑ৎ‧₊˚.

warnings: un-established bc it makes this way cuter, this is super duper short pairing: percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite

don’t move don’t move don’t move don’t move.

he shouldn’t move— should he? no. he can’t move, no, not when you of all people had fallen into a deep slumber atop his lap. he has to let you rest, you’ve been so utterly busy with your camp duties percy isn’t sure you’ve even taken the opportunity to sleep for even a second. he’ll let you rest, he’ll let you close your eyes for a bit and enter hypnos’ realm until he’s ready to return you.

this doesn’t mean he can help the uncontrollable blush forming over his cheeks, because you of all people chose to sleep on his lap! you— his crush! It’s like a dream, wait, is it a dream? would he wake up and find out none of this was real? no, it’s real, he feels your steady breath, in and out, and your hair draped over his leg. It’s very real. he doesn’t dare move a single inch, even if his legs feel static-y, those entering the same state you’re currently in. he wants you to sleep as good as humanly possible.

though, he would have to scold you later for falling asleep during the middle of his ramble. at the same time, however, he couldn’t blame you. the cabin ten lighting was utterly comforting and placed a cozy aura into the cabin. he wishes himself he would fall asleep alongside you. unfortunately, if he slept in this position he’d wake up with some of the worst back pains of his life. he fights to stay awake. to occupy his time for the remainder of your rest, he cards a hand through your silky hair, parting the strands, and placing them back together.

soon after, you begin to shift in your position, he catches the light flutter of your eyes opening and quickly departs his hand from your hair.

“morning, sleepyhead.”

it’s silent for a moment as you recollect yourself. “how… I- how long was I asleep for?”

you sit up from your spot on his lap. percy frowns at the loss of contact, nonetheless still happy that now you’re facing him and he’s granted better access to your face.

“an hour— uhm, an hour and a half.”

your brows furrow, though ultimately not caring since you’re not well-rested. “sorry for… y’know, falling asleep on you…”

“no, it’s fine, don’t worry,” says percy who stretches out his legs. finally. “are you feeling better?”

“like a million bucks.”

he laughs softly. “that’s good to know. maybe you should sleep on me more often.”

“don’t tempt me, I will.” your worried expression is replaced by a teasing smile. percy suddenly feels weak at the knees. thank the gods he’s sitting down.

“I won’t mind that. my turn to sleep on your lap now?” he jokes. and he didn’t expect you to say yes to this, but happily you pat your lap and beckon him over. his demeanor is quickly switched, however, when the next words slip from your mouth,

“just don’t drool on me, kay?”

[xoxochb]

omg aphrodite!reader having her first kiss with percy <3 it would be so cute rahhh

— ribbons in your hair ꣑ৎ‧₊˚.

warnings: fluff fluff fluff!!! pairing: lovesick! percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite

“do you like ‘em?”

you smile brightly and turn around with a jump, revealing to percy your two braided strands tied at the ends with tiny pink ribbons. what kind of question was that, though? like them? of course he liked them! he liked anything that had anything even slightly to do with you.

“they’re great! I love them.”

you squeal and run over to sit atop your bed next to percy. absentmindedly, he takes this opportunity to take each of your braids between his palms delicately thumbs running over the curves of your hair, and ending over the ribbon tying it all together. he silently hopes you can’t see the utter adoration in his eyes or perhaps the faint blush coating his cheeks or the way he feels completely limp simply sitting beside you.

“(name)…” he murmurs, releasing your hair and letting his hands now fall on his lap.

“yes?”

shit. the soft tone of your voice makes him feel weak. thank the gods he’s sitting down.

“uhm…” he searches for the right words. no. he shouldn’t do this now, not when one of your siblings could walk in at any moment (and he new drew wasn’t entirely the nicest person either. that girl’s scary as shit). “nothing.”

you murmur an ‘oh’ and your smile falls into a frown.

“sorry, I just- well… it was nothing important, I didn’t think you’d care much.”

“I care about everything you have to say. even if it’s stupid. or one of your stupid dad jokes.” your lips turn upwards a tad at the mere remembrance of his idiotic humor.

“you hate dad jokes.”

“well, yours are okay.”

percy’s heart flutters like butterfly wings. please aphrodite don’t make me look stupid, he thinks to himself. though by now he’s probably already made a fool of himself. he’s hopeless. slowly, with a shaky hand, he reaches out to gently take one of your hands into his. he looks up to meet your eyes to look for any sign of discomfort with the action. he finds nothing.

“(name), have you ever…” he swallows harshly. “have you ever kissed anyone before?”

your brows furrow and you murmur, “no.”

oh. he was sure you had to have kissed someone before. you were… well, you! a favored daughter of aphrodite, kind, absolutely stunning, and admittedly a little horrifying sometimes. he loved you all the same regardless.

“I’ve never kissed anyone either.” it’s silent for a moment before he works up the courage to ask the next question. “would you maybe want to… well actually- can I tell you something?”

“of course.”

“this might be weird and I’ll understand if you don’t want to be friends anymore or if you’ll hate me… but I just… I really like you. more than friends. and I get this is weird but I really like you, it hurts, like in my chest it physically hurts me and it’s hard going everyday not telling you that I love you when I do and its almost unbearable at this point, I mean you occupy all my thoughts everything’s always about you, and don’t get cocky over that because I know you will and you’ll never let me get over telling you that but really what I’m trying to say is that—”

his ramble is abruptly ended when he feels a sudden warmth over his lips. for a moment he can’t understand what’s happening, but when his senses are regained he realizes it’s your lips that are locked with his, and his brain turns to soup, any coherent thought he once had diminished. and he lets himself sink into it despite the nervous storm of butterflies in his tummy.

when you eventually pull away he nearly whines at the loss of contact. though he remembers your hands are still entwined and calms. his gaze sticks on that.

“you talk too much,” you whisper. “and you’re right.”

“about what?” percy looks up to your eyes. though the mischievous glint in them makes him wish he hadn’t asked for clarification.

“I am so never going to let you forget that everything is about me.”

[dovetheater]

It is a homage to Apollo, Dionysus (Theater is associated with Dionysus and theater is also called a art, and art is associated with Apollo) and Aphrodite (Aphrodite is associated with doves)

Thinking if dovetheater is a cool name or if i should change it again

[xoxochb]

— busy woman ꣑ৎ‧₊˚.

warnings: I wrote this in like five minutes so there’s probably mistakes or something pairing: apollo x daughter of aphrodite and ares a/n: missed writing for my babies 🤗

“hey! I have to-” your cut off by lips atop yours, but you pull back quickly “I’ve got ten-” another kiss “oh my fucking gods-” another “stop you dumba-” another

no. you shoot your husband an angry glare (thank you ares for that one!), placing one hand over his wandering mouth and your wedding ring adorned hand over his chest to refrain him from coming any further. you smile victoriously and finally speak a complete sentence, “great. now, I have to leave in ten minutes. I don’t have time for your sexual needs right now”

apollo pouts when you remove your hands. “who said anything about sex?”

“your hand underneath my dress”

“ah” he realizes and pulls it out, instead resting his hand on your waist over your dress

“mhm. now I have to get ready. I’m not going to be late because of you and I still have to put on lipstick!”

“go ahead, darling”

you smile, for real this time, and turn to face your vanity, picking up your red cherry colored lipstick and applying it over your lips. you turn back around to your husband who hovers over you (personal space? he’s never heard of her)

“how does it look?”

stupid question. utterly and entirely stupid question. because regardless if you look terrible or not he’s going to reply with the same answer every time:

“gorgeous, my love”

you roll your eyes and sigh. “okay… well I’m going to leave early before you try to make any advances on me”

apollo gives you a look of disbelief. “me? never”

you don’t laugh. but he surely does. you ignore this and attempt to place only a peck to his lips as to not ruin your newly applied lipstick but unfortunately he was other plans in mind. with an hand on the back of your head it’s impossible for you to pull back. though, you admittedly don’t want to, but again you will be late… but also would anyone care? it was another stupid “tea and scones time” your mother planned every wednesday…

you pull back only a tad but only to murmur. “you’ve got five minutes. make this quick”

[xoxochb]

— psycho killer ꣑ৎ‧₊˚.

warnings: chb setting, graphic violence, insane behavior, seduction-ish, two make outs pairing: ghostface! luke castellan x ghostface! daughter of aphrodite a/n: after ages I’ve finally finished this 😭🙏🏼

a ghost mask, a hunting knife, two beloved campers.

typically at camp when you heard anything about the hermes cabin counselor or the favorite daughter of aphrodite the mind would go to the perfect couple— and as this was indeed true, it wasn’t how they expected. one hundred percent not. It was almost obvious, the murders at camp. It wasn’t like you were trying to fully hide them, of course not. all the assholes you killed deserved to get their bodies shown on full display, to show off your handiwork. It was almost surprising how nobody knew the mastermind behind these perfect kills

the campers chosen for your bloodlust rage weren’t randomly selected this is why. each belonged to a certain point in your life, to a certain experience. such as an ares kid who threw you to the ground during a sparring session, or one of your siblings who made fun of your looks (in your defense an awful hair day, but who the fuck where they to be talking their outfit was three seasons out!), or a stupid athena kid thinking their the smartest in camp all “I know rocket science I’m better than everyone” bullshit. they might’ve got the worst of it. but there was more than just those three— you’d claimed the title ‘serial killer’ at this point. your killings didn’t go unnoticed though because luke castellan saw through your innocent act. how you’d be the first to every scene, how you’d dramatize every action trying to help mourn over the loss of many different campers who lost their lives to your hands. and he was surely not going to let you do this alone

tonight you had a conquered a perfect scheme with your partner in crime. thoroughly planned over the course of september, halloween night, campers busy with activities and your victim busy getting totally gutted!

“are you sure this plan is going to work?”

“are you serious?” you cross your arms and glare at your boyfriend “I’ve been working on this for a month and a half if this doesn’t work that’d be unlikely. and don’t you trust me?”

luke laughs softly and takes a step towards you, placing one hand around the small of your back, the other gloved hand cupping your jaw before you’re pulled in for a feverish kiss. and when he pulls away with a smirk against your lips he mumbles, “with my life”

you slip your knife from atop your bed into your hands. “then let’s do this”

⋆˚✿˖°

It was dark outside. a stygian hue filling the sky along with the small bright stars and the dull brightness illuminating from the moon above. not only was it dark it was fucking cold. though it was mid fall so you shouldn’t have expected anything less. In your lacy pink dress, you barely had anything on which wasn’t helping your cause either. with every step leaves crunch beneath you, left, right, left, right. until you at last reach your designated spot where your victim waits, paper in hand, twirling it around his fingers. you come up as quietly as possible behind him (or the tree behind him, whatever)

act i: currently in session

you put on your best I’m-so-happy-to-see you smile when you get close enough. “hey you”

the hepheastus boy turns himself with a seductive looking smirk. yeah you know exactly how this is going to go. you’d heard a rumor spreading through camp about this boy, apparently he’s a player, paying girls to have sex with him (which apparently isn’t a big deal but it might once stds start spreading, gross). regardless of this one reason you hated the boy anyways so it didn’t matter to you

his gods awful expression make you want to vomit on the spot, nonetheless you power through. “I was hoping it would be you. I always knew that stupid boyfriend of yours was a dud”

you roll your eyes and scoff. “ugh, I know right, he’s so pathetic”

you take the paper from his hands: a note written by your sister to meet her here. you throw it somewhere on the ground and fumble your fingers with the collar of the boys shirt, while his dirty hands wrap tightly around your hips

“are you gonna kiss me or what?” you mumble when your lips are close enough. but it’s almost as if the boy is aware there’s more to this meet up. doesn’t matter because once he hungrily connects your lips at last he won’t remember a thing

act ii: in the process

It was utterly disgusting— the way you let his hideous boy touch you, his hands gripping tightly over your dress in hopes it may disappear at any given moment. could this process take any longer? you began to wonder if your boyfriend had left you yo handle this on your own. yet at the same time you knew he wouldn’t let this idiot boy get away with putting his hands on you

you take matters into your own hands for the time being. while the hepheastus boy sucks along your neck you reach to your thigh where you had strapped your dagger. and almost as if on queue luke appears from within the bunches of trees. or so you hope— you don’t know for sure who it is until the ghost mask comes off. slowly but surely, through your sighs you manage to get the metal to the fabric of his shirt. luke gives you a nod indicating to make your move, quickly you shove the weapon into the boys abdomen, crimson liquid instantly pouring over your dress and the grass. the boy tightens one hand round your dress, the other touching the knife placed in his stomach. his head lifts from your shoulder to look up at you, the same blood pooling out from his mouth

and it’s heavenly, the sound he makes as he falls to the ground in agony, attempting to plea for you not to let him die, but of course you can’t hear over the liquid in his mouth all he can do is spit it out. you smirk and crouch down to his level admiring your recent work, then looking up to luke. “wanna do the honors?”

act ii: completed

he takes his mask off, shoving it into his robes pocket before taking your hidden ax from behind the tree. “what do we do once we’re done with him?”

“we burn him. once he’s all ash there’s no proof he was murdered”

you stand up from your spot on the ground, looking at the amount of blood that had fallen onto your dress. you frown but ultimately chose to ignore it, that was a problem for later. for now, the last task of the night was to properly dismember the body and take it back to hermes cabin for burning. you feel a sudden ecstasy as his limbs disconnect, one by one, legs, arms, torso, head, feet, hands, until he was nothing but bits and pieces. even better, it was none other than your lovely boyfriend that had completed this process, instantly making your knees weak— even better than this, however, was his blood adorned face, how badly you wanted to kiss all of it off slowly…

and you can. when he throws the ax on the ground and walks towards you, his hands resting against your hips as he pushes you back against the tree. you moan in utter delight when luke finally attaches his lips with yours (this elicits a laugh from him). your whole body practically curves into his, you throw your arms around his neck tightly to keep him as close as humanly possible. his hands find themselves trailing down to your thighs and back up underneath your dress. the heat of the moment is palpable (though this probably isn’t an exaggeration as his fingers twirl around your underwear, taking his time as he slide them off), in a needy manner you tug his hair gently, and if it weren’t for his hands on you, your knees surely would’ve gave out and you might’ve collapsed by now. his tongue traces over your bottom lip, you can taste the blood, and you need more of it, whether that was his touch or the taste of the crimson liquid you’ve grown to love

“you’re perfect” he rasps against your lips, before disconnecting them and trailing down your neck “gorgeous”

he reaches your pulse point and keeps his lips there longer, for sure making a mark for you to struggle to cover up later. he bites down carefully on your skin, making you moan in response, in addition to this he grinds his hips into yours, evoking more soft sounds from your mouth. you stop him for only a moment to murmur, “y’know, there’s nobody in my cabin…”

and that was enough confirmation for the both of you to discard of the dismembered body for someone to find the next morning, and to settle (or not so much) in cabin ten for the night

꣑ৎ if you enjoyed then reblogs would be greatly appreciated! my requests are currently: open if you have any <3

[xoxochb]

— mind over matter ꣑ৎ‧₊˚.

warnings: heart shattering angst with tooth rotting fluff/comfort in redemption, readers coffee is the same as how I take mine but you can imagine it however you’d like it to be, I just did it for sake of wording pairing: jason grace x fem! reader a/n: I had the shittiest day so I projected it on here to comfort myself but I hope anyone else dealing with awful days will enjoy this as much as I did <3

your day was going utterly awful. it started out fine, you woke up early and got ready for the day like usual, however it’s when you joined society when your day went to shit. it started when some of the popular aphrodite girls began making fun of you for no specific reason, then you’re only friends at camp left you out at lunch and you had to sit by yourself— totally embarrassing! and after that you slipped and fell, skinning both your knees. you ended up in the infirmary as will solace patched you up and scolded you for not watching your surroundings as you walked. you left quickly after that before the son of apollo was able to see your tear-veiled eyes. unfortunately that didn’t change a thing because a group of campers walked by as you chocked back a sob

but perhaps you were just being too over dramatic. there was surely someone out there having a day worse than you— but with your sensitivity you can’t help but feel like shit. finally, after this you found yourself in the kitchen fixing yourself a cup of coffee (it was needed after the hell of a day you had). almost happily, you take the pot and place it onto the counter as you now attempt to grab a mug from the cabinet… but you hear a slight noise from somewhere within the room, and in the midsts of your distraction you fail to realize the falling cup, only doing so as it smashes on the floor. you yelp and back away as to prevent yourself from getting cut by any class. as if on queue, like in a superman kind of way, your boyfriend worriedly enters the kitchen, taking notice of the broken mug shattered on the floor and additionally your scared self

without saying a word, noticing your vulnerability, jason walks over to your spot against the counter and wraps you tightly in his arms, running one comforting hand up and down your back while another runs gently through your hair. you don’t try, now, to hold back your tears, you allow yourself to cry into his chest, taking fistfuls of his shirt into your hands. shakily, you try to say something but a knot in your throat prevents anything from leaving your lips at the moment. but jason doesn’t seem to mind your lack of dialogue, lightly holding you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear until your weeping diminishes into only shaky breaths and sticky, wet, flushed pink cheeks

“do you want to talk about it?” asks jason in his forever gentle tone of voice. you don’t know in all honesty, truly only a shitty day

“my day- it’s… it was just- it was awful” you feel your eyes brimming with tears again, but this time, jason is ear to wipe them away with the pads of his thumbs before they fall

you continue now, “everything went wrong. and I wanted- I wanted coffee but I heard- a noise and the cup fell and everything is jut wrong!” your crying similarly continues

jason frowns over your unhappy mood. “hey, it’s okay. we all have bad days sometimes. how about I fix you a new cup of coffee and we go back to my cabin and lay down for a while? does that sound good?”

“I-” you hesitate “I have to clean up. the glass, it’s-”

“don’t worry about that, I’ll clean it up for you, okay? just stay here”

you nod but ultimately pout even more when his warmth leaves you. you watch as he begins picking up the small shards, then throws them into the trash to assure once they are collected nobody else will face the hurtful objects. once he finishes he takes a new mug from the cabinet— without dropping it— and pours the warm liquid into the cup

“milk and three sugars?”

“yes” you murmur. but internally your stomach does backflips at the knowledge that he has your coffee order memorized. after he fixes it up he walks back over to where you stand with the cup in his palms

“are you okay?”

“I… don’t know” you fiddle with your fingers nervously. jason puts the mug down on the counter behind you and takes your hands into his

“that’s okay. I’ll be here for you, the whole time, whenever you need me”

“will you?”

“I will”

and that’s less of a statement and more of a sacred oath, one he vows to keep for eternity

[xoxochb]

— 1999 ꣑ৎ‧₊˚. pairing: connor stoll x daughter of hades lyrics: “hold me close and say you care / because I’m in love with your brown hair”

a first turn and a second. no, it’s too cold on the left side. but then again when you lay on the right it’s too hot! you can’t win can you? you pull the blanket further over your head to keep your skin from being exposed to anymore of the freezing atmosphere of cabin thirteen. you internally curse your father for being the god of the dead out of everything he could’ve been, additionally cursing him for your naturally cold body temperature. you groan when a wave of warmth crawls up your body, throwing the blanket off of your head in rage. yeah, fuck this. you stand up from your bed, sliding on your slippers and heading towards the cabin door when a familiar voice stops you

“going somewhere?”

you jump and clutch a hand to your chest, breathing rapidly. “gods, nico, you damn near gave me a heart attack!”

you attempt to search in the dark for your brother but you assume he’s to deep in a pile of many blankets to be found, nonetheless you turn in the direction of his bed

“changing the subject I see…”

you scowl and cross your arms over your chest. “I can’t sleep here”

“ah, I understand. going to seek warmth in your idiot of a boyfriend?”

“he’s not an idiot. I’m leaving now, mom”

you roll your eyes and exit the cabin before nico can muster up another stupid sentence. the cold night air may have been worse than your cabin, despite your cozy pjs (aka everything is directly from your boyfriend’s dresser). you pull your sweatshirt over your hands and rush your way to cabin eleven

when you enter the temperature is instantly different from your own cabin, especially with the crackling fire off to the side. you’ve taken this path many times, so it’s wasn’t too difficult to find the bed you wanted. you slide off your slippers and place them under the bed so you don’t trip over them in the morning (or connor. this was a real event, you laughed your ass off for a full twenty minutes). you admire the beauty that was your beloved before laying with him, his unruly brown hair, lips parted, freckle adorned cheeks, he looked so peaceful you could’ve cried. you sigh and slip yourself into his arms, and at last you were finally warm

but just as you find yourself comfortable tucking your head under connor’s chin he begins stirring and wraps his arms around you tightly

“knew you’d end up in my bed” he mutters almost inaudibly. you can’t help but smile

“my cabin was cold”

“hm, so are you”

regardless of his opinion on your body temperature he slips his hands underneath your his shirt, you bask in his warmth, sighing constantly. but you frown when he speaks again,

“this is my shirt” connor opens his eyes and looks under the blanket “and my pants! you’re a thief?”

you gasp and a little too loudly for a sleeping cabin you respond, “I’m a thief?!” this earns you multiple ‘shh!’ from around the room, making you resort to a quiet tone this time, “you’re a hypocrite, do you know that?”

connor laughs softly and closes his eyes again, inhaling your sweet scent. “‘m just joking. I love you (nick name)”

and you know he’s telling nothing but the truth. saying those three special words wasn’t easy for him and you knew that well— which is why you told him take all the time he needs before saying it. the day you’d said them for the first time you remember it vividly. you’d been bullied by some aphrodite kids over your paternity and the next day they all woke up with messily cut hair and crickets in their pillowcases. and you knew better than anyone who had been the culprit behind this fiasco, later crying in his arms you said those three words. not wanting to pressure connor into anything you began to apologize but without another moment he responded with the same phrase

a promise he made to himself that day. he was surely going to marry you whether anyone agreed with it or not. he was going to make sure nobody would hurt you physically or verbally the same way they did the previous day. and he’d kept half that promise for now (three years later fulfilling the second half)

“I love you too, con”

you feel his smile upon your forehead before he places a kiss there gently, then he takes one of your hands and places a peck to each fingertip and then your palm, and the back of your hand. he stops when he realizes there’s a bandaid on one of your fingers

“what happened?”

you recall the events of earlier today. “paper cut. was trying to turn the page of my book”

he kisses the bandaid. “my poor girl”

your eyes begin to heavy with the serenity of the moment surrounding you. you wish every night could consist of something as domestic as this. you let your eyelids flutter closed, you suppose connor takes notice of you lack of response

“sleepy?”

you nod. he kisses the top of your head again and rubs his hand up and down the skin of your back to assure your filled with nothing but warmth as you drift off into a deep slumber for the remainder of the night

[xoxochb]

— love & hate ꣑ৎ‧₊˚.

pairing: apollo x goddess of singing! daughter of aphrodite and ares notes: requests for this specific dynamic will be accepted if you have any ideas!! although most will be mine. also reader his heavily implied to have a sabrina carpenter face claim since most of these are based off her short n sweet songs

୨୧ please, please, please

୨୧ dumb & poetic

୨୧ I love you, don’t act so surprised!

୨୧ love grows (where my rosemary goes)

୨୧ once upon a dream

୨୧ sweet nothings (ish)

୨୧ if you want forever (and I bet you do!)

୨୧ love letters and such

୨୧ the perfect universe

୨୧ busy woman

“but if you want my kisses, I'll be your perfect missus till the day that one of us dies”