#percy jackson headcannons

[heroes-of-olympus-next-gen]

When you told me the whole story I felt like throwing up

Annabeth discussing her family's past with her eldest son.

It was a Saturday night. Annabeth’s father and stepmother were in town, so they decided to invite them over for dinner. She also invited Bobby and Matthew as they all lived in the same state. It was one of the rare occasions she would invite them all. Sure, their relationships had gone a long way, but it still pained her sometimes. But she wanted her kids to know their grandfather not as a monster, but as their grandpa who made a few mistakes.

She also didn’t want them to get in touch with the uglier parts of her life. She was trying to slow down the inevitable. Telling them the whole story of her childhood, would completely change the way they viewed Frederick. And she wanted some peace even for just another year.

Everything was going by smoothly. They had finished eating dinner and they had all spread around the house. Bobby and Matthew were talking with their father, whilst their wives were watching over Lana and Audrey playing outside. Zoe and Theo were on the treehouse with Carolyn, Jenny, Xander, and Rick. But she couldn’t find Charlie. She then heard a door from upstairs slam shut. Zoe caught her gaze from kitchen’s window. Her expression didn’t tell a lot, but Annabeth was sure that it had to do with her twin brother.

“Annabeth?” Percy called her as she had zoned out.

“I can’t wait for him to come talk to us. I need to try talking to him.” She confessed.

They had noticed that Charlie was more distant than usual. He had been like that for a couple of weeks. Both she and Percy had talked to him on several occasions, but he didn’t want to tell them what was wrong. It freaked Annabeth out of her mind as she couldn’t do anything to control the situation. He was her kid and she couldn’t help him out the way she wanted.

“You can talk to him if you want. Take a brownie with you.” He handed her, a plate with two pieces of chocolate fudge brownie.

Annabeth made her way upstairs. She was anxious about how the whole situation was going to end. For as long as she can remember, she could always talk to Charlie, but he had changed. She knew that it was a part of life and that she couldn’t expect that her son wouldn’t grow up. But she missed those moments when it was just the two of them, talking with nobody interrupting or judging them.

She knocked on Charlie’s door and waited for a response. After she heard a muffled come in, she entered the room. “Hey. I brought you brownies.” She placed the plate on his bed. She noticed that his room was messier than usual, but she wasn’t going to bring that up.

Charlie was sitting on the floor, facing the big window with his back on his bed. “Thanks.” He replied quietly. From his expression, she could tell that he was stressed about something.

Annabeth sat next to him. “Do you want to talk about what is going on?” Charlie stayed quiet.

He refused to meet her gaze. “Why didn’t you tell me about your family?”

“What do you mean?”

“Did you run away when you were seven?” He asked her.

Annabeth was stunned. She was avoiding that moment, but she was forced to deal with it. Because she had to grow up too fast, she tried to keep her kids as much as she could in the darkness. Keeping them close to her where they were safe. But she underestimated how smart they were. And that if she wouldn’t tell, they would find out either way.

“Yes, I did.”

Charlie seemed even more displeased with the answer. “Why?”

She had no clue how to explain that to him. He managed to catch her off guard and make her lose her words. “I didn’t want to live with my father. I thought I was old enough to do what I wanted. I didn’t feel needed in that house.” He remained silent.

“You were seven. Where did you even go?”

“Thalia and Luke found me.” It was a rather simple answer despite not being completely true. She was homeless. She was chased by monsters. She was cold and scared. But she knew Charlie couldn’t handle that sort of information at the moment.

“What if they hadn’t?” He asked sounding a bit more upset. “What do you mean you didn’t feel needed? Isn’t that in the actual description of being a parent? What the hell did grandpa do when you left.” He paused but didn’t wait for an answer that Annabeth didn’t have. “I get it. It all makes sense now. Why we rarely go to grandpa’s house when we’re in San Francisco and why you meet in a neutral place when he comes here.”

Annabeth hated herself for making her son feel like that. She noticed a tear rolling down his cheek. He quickly wiped it. “Charlie, it’s much more complicated than that.”

“No, it’s not. I just realised I grew up with a grandfather who was abusive to you. Why are still talking to him?” She realised that his hands were shaking, and he couldn’t breathe.

Charlie was the most complicated out of their kids. She was numb growing up. Not showing or feeling a lot of things. She needed someone like Percy who would bring her peace and make her understand that feeling something is human. Charlie didn’t have that problem. He already felt a lot. Too much. He was flooded with sensations too overwhelming to control. He acted like he didn’t care about what was happening around him most of the times, wearing a mask that concealed the raw parts of his character. But he was in pain because of that. He had a sensitive heart that he would never allow anyone to break. He didn’t like becoming attached to people he didn’t know well. And even then, he hid the best of him to make sure that he’d never have to waste his time with repairing what’s broken. Annabeth knew that he wanted to love someone more than every other person on earth, and that when he would allow himself to do so, he would do it with every piece of his soul.

They tried to help him cope with his feelings, but he turned down all of their efforts. She knew that he talked to Percy a lot, but she never asked her husband what their conversations were like. It didn’t matter to her as long as he had someone to talk to.

Annabeth sat closer to him. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know.” She whispered to him.

Charlie was holding back more tears. “I remember when I was three. I heard the two of you fighting.” He said. “I never thought that it was that serious.”

“It wasn’t that serious. We always fight.” Annabeth tried to comfort him.

“No! Don’t try to justify what he did. Yes, families fight. But you ran away. And he did nothing. That’s not just a family feud, mum!” He choked with tears streaming down his face. Annabeth pulled him close to her. She didn’t know what to say. She just wanted to take away his pain. She hated that her wrongs were the reason he was upset. If there was a way to make all his pain go away, even if that meant hurting herself, she would do it.

“I hate that he gets to have a part in our lives.” She wanted to let him finish. “He stands in our house, and you gave him power. To a man who deserves absolutely nothing from you. You didn’t owe him forgiveness.”

“I didn’t. But I forgave him.”

“You shouldn’t have! He gets to play the big family man and shit. He doesn’t deserve to be proud of you. Of us. He shouldn’t be able to talk about your success like it’s his. He didn’t help you out. Never.” At this point he was practically shaking. He was touching his throat, rubbing his fingers over his Adam’s apple.

“Breathe.”

He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. After a long pause he exhaled. “I wouldn’t have forgiven him. Does that make me a bad person?”

Charlie was going through an existential crisis. He was trying to figure out his moral compass, but it was only driving him to madness. Obsessing over the smallest aspects of his life. Something Annabeth had struggled herself. Perfectionism is a monster. The nastiest of all. The one who hides in your dreams and aspirations. The one that manages to make you doubt your success and your hard work.

“No, it doesn’t.” She was putting on her bravest face. He was right. She shouldn’t have forgiven him. But he caught her in a moment of vulnerability and weakness. “When you get older you get to make your own calls about your life. What might seem right to me, may be in a grey area for you. And it’s okay. It’s acceptable. It’s natural.”

He put his head on his knees. “I hate feeling like this.”

“I know.” She didn’t know why he was beating up himself so badly, but she couldn’t force him to talk. The whole point is that he could trust them enough to tell them. “And whenever you feel ready you can come and talk to us. Or if you feel more comfortable we can take you to a therapist. It’s completely up to you.”

“A therapist sounds like a good idea.” He replied. “Can you book me an appointment?”

“Of course.” She smiled softly.

“And I don’t want you to worry about me.” He confessed.

“That’s impossible.” She chuckled.

“Mum-“

“I’ll always care and worry about you. It’s in the description of being a parent.”

“You didn’t ask how I found out. About you running away from home.”

“How did you find out?”

“I’m a horrible person, mum.” He confessed, his voice sounding raw. “I read it in one of the notebooks in the attic and overheard a talk grandpa had with Helen. I think they were arguing about something that had to do with you leaving the house as a kid.”

Her diaries.

She had forgotten their existence. She hadn’t seen them since they moved in New Athens, 10 years ago. It had never crossed her mind that someone would find them and read them.

Charlie Jackson.

That was the only one person in the whole world who could come across a beaten up notebook and read it.

“Do you want to know why I forgave your grandfather?”

“I guess so.”

“He never wanted a kid. At least with a woman he had had two conversations with.” Charlie seemed confused. “Athena has brainchildren. He hadn’t felt any attraction to her. He hadn’t fallen in love. I wasn’t the result of love. I was the result of a mindful conversation. He didn’t care that I was a tiny baby that had nobody in this world other than him. He didn’t feel affection towards me. I was forced on him. He wanted nothing to do with me.”

“Mum-“ He cleared his throat. “That doesn’t make him any less horrible.”

“I know, my angel. But when someday you’re going to fall in love-“

“I’m never going to fall in love.”

“Believe me. You’re going to. And you’ll realise that there is nothing more mind blowing than loving an other person with your whole existence. Your grandfather managed to like me when I was way older. He only fell in love once in his life. And it wasn’t with Athena, or Helen, or any of his kids. It was to History. He only loves his work. And it’s fine. That doesn’t mean, that I have forgotten what I have gone through, but I cut him some slack. He was trying his best, even if it wasn’t enough.” Annabeth felt herself choking, but she managed to hold back her tears.

“He’s a better grandfather to you than he was ever a father to me. I give him this at least.” Charlie didn’t reply to that, but Annabeth was sure what he was thinking. He surely now wished that he wasn’t his grandfather. “You are allowed to feel however you want about your family. But everyone makes mistake, and you have to think before you act. Don’t say something you’ll regret immediately after.”

“Theo likes him. He doesn’t like many people. I am not going to ruin it for him. I am not that heartless.” Charlie said with his voice cracking at the end.

“My perfect miracle, you aren’t heartless.”

“Is it ever going to get better? I hate feeling this way.”

“It’s going to get better. It’s going to take time, but I promise that I’ll always be by your side.”  

[wishingformoredogs]

Tired of “oh Percy would be a marine biologist” “oh Percy would be a teacher” that man is a stay at home dad. And I mean that.

[seagull9111]

apollo makes will a lightsaber using a sword and his light powers once he finds out he likes star wars

[poppitron360]

Everybody share their Feral Street Kid Leo hcs pls I need more.

I’ll start- Leo fighting a monster at some point by making himself look bigger and hissing at it. Surprisingly, it works. His friends look at him like “wtf” and he just shrugs and says, “I grew up on the streets, and monsters aren’t that different from racoons.”

He also definitely fought some weird-ass racoons that looking back he realised were monsters.

[darkwitchingflower]

What if percy didn't catch annabeth in time?

The only thing stopping him from going after her were those around him

Without percy there to manipulate the rivers, the fall kills Annabeth shattering her body

Nico can feel her soul slowly disappearing

Percy vows to the styx to rip Gaia apart piece by piece

He's successful in that vow

He can't bare to look Nico in the eyes for saving him and not Annabeth

Frank and Jason beat themselves up for her death because they couldn't fly down to her

Hazel goes silent for about 3 months

She can't bare to hear Annabeths name without bursting into tears

Piper can feel Percy losing hope in love

She knows he they never got to tell one another

The first time Percy saw Chiron cry was when he heard the news about Annabeth, he makes sure she has the best shroud, she was like a daughter to him

Thalia goes on a hunt into the Underworld demanding Annabeth to be brought back

Hades looks at her and feels the pain she's going though, he looks at his niece dressed in punk clothes and mascara and eyeliner flooding her face

Grovers heartbroken, even though he was able to save Thalia he knew it was top good to be true, he would.always be the satyr who lost a demigod on the way back, he just didn't expect it to be the 7 year old girl who depended on him

The Athena cabin are now told how their oldest sister went head first into where Arachne lived, and brought her into Tarterus along with her self and her brave sacrifice

When Athena found out she let out a silent tear, she truly did love her daughter however even though she was the goddess of wisdom, she still had no idea of how to show it

She then summoned back the invisibility cap and Annabeths leather necklace

She now keeps the hat on her throne at olympus and a reminder of her favourite daughters bravery

The necklace was mailed to Annabeths father who now wears it every single day

Her mortal family are obviously devastated, even more at the fact that they never had a chance to say goodbye or burry her body as it was lost in tarterus

The camp seems to be darker without Annabeth around

Annabeth then goes on to Elysium, where she's greeted by Charlie, Silena, Luke (who she gives the cold shoulder to), Ethan, Bianca and everyone else

[deadghosy]

Mattheo with a Percy Jackson! Reader headcannons

Makes you do some shit with water most of the time.

“Yo, y/n can you put water in my cup?” And it could be at a restaurant or just at home as he pushes his glass towards you. You narrowed you eyes before water came down rushing at mattheo. Mattheo is then soaked with a smile. His brown curly hair drenched covering his eyes. “Thanks.” “No problem Matt.”

The two of you just doing chaotic ass shit to the point you two has be separated in class 😭

A funny little headcannon I have in my mind is that Mattheo definitely opens his mouth so you can move water into it. He definitely did this either sober or high at least.

Imagine just you trying to make mattheo drink water as he is drunk as hell and you just splash him with a random wave of sink water

Headcannon on Mattheo making dumb ass water jokes at you

“Are you h20? Cause I wanna drink you up.”

“…are you fuckin high?”

Imagine mattheo on a hot day asking you to make the common room a fucking big ass pool.

“You’re the heir of the god of seas…can’t you just make a big wave of water come?” “And you want me to flood the damn common room with water?” “…yess..”

Imagine you two just messing with other Slytherins for fun. Always doing shit for in as the heir of Poseidon

“You see Theodore?” Mattheo says pointing at the Italian Slytherin who was relaxing by the lake

“Yeah?” You said confused.

“Push his ass into the water…” you looked at mattheo as if he was crazy. But you then chuckled nodding as a body of water dragged Theodore into the black lake. Immediately Nott came out of the water cursing, you and mattheo couldn’t hold im the laughs. That’s when Theodore spotted you two. The tall Slytherin strutted over to where you and mattheo hid.

“SHIT MATTHEO RUN!” You yelled running as mattheo followed your lead. “TORNA QUI, YOU PUSSIES!” Theodore yelled in an angry tone. His native language slipping out. (Come back here)

[stilessflannel]

idk if you write for luke but imagine sneaking into mr ds office and getting comfy because you like the idea of getting caught 👀

this has been going around my head ever since i received it and i finally did something about it 😗 also i got asked for a percy jackson smut and to do whatever i want with it (yk who you are sweet anon) so does this count? muah xx

sneaking into mr d’s office with luke castellan was something you thought you’d never do. but your boyfriend had a tendency to ignore or try break unspoken rules, and that led to luke interrupting your cabin’s lava wall training, promising them their counsellor would be back soon as he dragged you away.

“are you out of your mind?” you hiss at him, checking behind you every five seconds, “we’re going to get caught by mr d or chiron!”

luke only offered the signature grin all hermes kids owned and continued until he had locked the door behind you. there wasn't much to take in - big wooden desk, a map of half-blood hill on a wall, a dusty bookshelf, and the faint smell of diet coke. while you were taking in your surroundings, luke gained a keen interest in the desk with locked drawers down each side. it only took a few seconds before he had them unlocked and he pulled up a bag full of drachmas.

normally you'd never go around to the other side of the desk to try pry a drawer open for yourself. the idea wouldn't even cross your mind to stuff as many bags of gold into your pockets as you possibly could; but it was mr d and drachmas he wouldn't be spending anytime soon seeing as he was confined to the camps boundaries, anyone would do the same.

once you were finished luke's arms wrap around your waist and hoist you onto the surface of the desk, as warm lips attack your neck and big hands work their way up and under your orange shirt. a sigh escapes your lips and your fingers wrap into his raven hair. "hey there"

"hey" he mumbles back, muffled against your neck as he presses a last kiss behind your ear and pressing his forehead against yours. "twenty minutes 'till lunch."

"yeah... wanna go back to mine?" you offer your cabin, playing with the beads on his camp necklace. an unsure hum from him makes you look up at him. you can see the lightbulb light up behind his blue irises. he picks you up so your legs wrap around his hips and sits back into the padded desk chair

"i think we'll be just fine here, yeah?" he said, pressing a kiss into the side of your mouth and working his way back down your neck to make the marks he left earlier brighter. you try your hardest to focus on luke and the heavenly way his mouth feels on your skin, but your mind kept jumping to mr d and chiron finding their two best counsellors in this state. the thought of either of them terrified you to your wits end, but also sent a surge of thrill through your veins.

luke brings you back by digging his teeth into your collarbone and eliciting a groan from you, effectively shutting off your care for who could catch you. you grab his jaw and force him to look at you and you fold - his lovesick face with pupils blown wide from lust makes you crash your lips against his. its messy and rough and perfect for you two as hands explore each others bodies. you pull away to tug your shirt off your head and he follows suit, then you're back on each other again.

the sound fills with small moans, sighs, and gasps from both of you. you're too far gone to hear the footsteps approach the door, too caught up in the feeling of grinding against luke and hearing his faint groans to notice the voices behind the door and the rattling of the handle being twisted. it isn't until the door squeaks on its hinges that you turn to look over your shoulder and see mr d, his face as red as the wine he invented.

you could argue the two weeks wash up duty was worth it.

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[saint-petah-the-good]

my biggest fear is being closed in a room with all of my fictional crushes

[iheartgirlzn]

DATING LEO VALDEZ HEADCANNONS

pairing: leo valdez x gn!reader

🍔 notes: LEO VALDEZ SUPREMACY!!

leo valdez who is obsessed with you and everything that makes you you.

leo valdez who will shamelessly flirt with you in even the worst of circumstances.

leo valdez who practically worships the ground you walk on.

leo valdez who will always be there for you.

leo valdez who loves holding your hand.

leo valdez who adores you and constantly stares at you heart-eyed.

leo valdez who’s never too far away from you, trailing behind you like a lost puppy.

leo valdez who will only ever take a break if it’s you who’s asking him to.

leo valdez who makes things to give you.

leo valdez who almost cries when he sees that you’ve kept every tiny creation he’s made for you in your cabin.

leo valdez who actually relaxes around you and feels as if he can be himself.

leo valdez who genuinely laughs and smiles when he’s with or around you.

leo valdez who loves you with his whole heart, soul, and more.

(leo valdez who knows he wants to marry you when you’re both older.)

[screenshotsonpinterest]

Percy takes Annabeth to see Hadestown on a weeknight date and thinks she’s going to spend the whole time complaining about the inaccuracies but she’s crying by the wedding song and almost break his fingers holding his hand because she knows in another life that’s them

[artoatsblog]

Hey, you can make your favorite characters disabled and I'm not just talking about making them a cane user (although there's nothing wrong with that), you can give them anything give them dwarfism even though they're not short in cannon, make them a amputee, give them brain damage, make them a intellectual disability or give them cerebral palsy, you can give them anything.

[heroes-of-olympus-next-gen]

DAY 8: Christmas Day

Part 1: Midnight

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate! This is the first of five parts that will come out today.

It was after 12 am when Percy and Annabeth managed to put their kids to bed. She kissed them goodnight and before going back to their room she checked on Theo and took some curls out of his eyes and closed the door behind her.

She sat on her bed, somewhat relieved that she was going to sleep after the frantic day that Christmas’ Eve was.

“Zoe wants a baby sister.” Annabeth mentioned to Percy who was in their bathroom. He came to her side wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants. She was staring hard at him. It was a bit embarrassing that she had a crush on him after all these years. He leaned in and whispered in her ear making her whole body shiver. “Keep staring at me like that and I am going to make Zoe’s wish come true.”

Annabeth ran her fingers through his hair as he put his head on her chest. “You already did. A month ago. Does it ring any bells?”

Percy looked up to her and kissed her neck. “It does, actually. An amazing night with my beautiful wife.”

“It also reminds me to give you your Christmas present.” She got out of the bed and opened the wardrobe.

"Aren't I supposed to open it tomorrow?" Percy asked.

"It’s 2 am. On Christmas Day. You’re allowed." She handed him a small box.

Percy ripped the wrapping and opened the box. It contained a positive pregnancy test and a spring of holly. "So, it’s official?"

“Yes, baby number four is on their way.” Annabeth said and gave him another bag. “You have a second gift as well.”

“Annabeth, you shouldn’t have.” He said as he saw a mug that said, ‘World’s Hottest Dad.’ He started laughing as he kissed her forehead. "Thank you, it’ll go next to my ‘World’s Best Dad”

"Are we crazy for having a fourth one?” Annabeth asked him as she rested her head on his shoulder and intertwined her fingers with his.

“I don’t think so. We are going to be all right.” He kissed her on the lips. “She is going to be the best of both of us.”

“She?” Annabeth raised her head. “How do you know the baby is going to be a girl?”

“I just have a feeling about it. And Zoe asked for a baby sister. I'm sure Santa will figure it out.”

“Now that you say it, I think there is a chance that we are going to have a girl.” Annabeth said. “You are really good with Zoe. I am sure you would be great with a second girl.”

“Happy Holidays, love.”

“Merry Christmas”

[adamsolangelofangirl]

the apollo cabin listens to albums together when they get released

this is cannon

you're welcome

[seagull9111]

will solace doesnt cannonically have freckles, but we all agree he does. right?

[lukesandromeda]

gimme ur fav luke headcanons 😏

DATING l. castellan

pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader

a/n: hi soleil it spooks me what u will do with this information but i also got so carried away with this for some reason and i did in fact not proofread it

• he’s a thief. so obviously as soon as you point out something in the store, uttering a quick ���that’s pretty,” he’s nodding and pushing you along to go to another section of the store, mumbling something like, “sure is.” so as soon as you’re not looking he’s breaking the tag off the item and sliding it into his back pocket because he knows that if you were to see him, you’d scold him for his habit.

and when he hands it over to you later without an explanation, you’re asking, “how did you buy this?” and when he looks away nervously, you’re quick to lecture him about why what he did was wrong—but he doesn’t care; he gets to see the smile and appreciation from you.

• hearing constant “i’m so sorry” when he comes late to hang out with you. he’s the head counselor and has so many responsibilities to the point that even begging mr. d to let him go and hang out with his girlfriend will never work.

so when he finally does have the time to hang out, he’s exhausted—beads of sweat from sparring evident on his forehead as he takes the backpack he had slung over his shoulder and tosses it to the ground.

and he’s trying to give you as much attention as he can as he shares stories from his day with you, but his adhd’s getting to him and his eyes are so, so heavy and—you finally ask him if he just wants to go to sleep, and he’s jumping out of bed and changing into comfortable sleeping clothes.

soon he’s back in bed with you, comfortable and grateful enough that the few time he gets with you is not as stressful as what he had to deal with before.

• omfg sparring is the worsttttt with him. he makes you schedule two whole hours, yapping about something like, “i’ll just tell any other kids who wanna practice to wait until tomorrow,” and you’re telling him how it’s not fair for you to take that practice away from someone else, and he’s rolling his eyes and leaving your cabin after pressing a sloppy kiss to your forehead and mumbling, “see you tomorrow.” when you do see him tomorrow, he’s already working on his footwork and smirks as you arrive. the next couple hours are brutal. there are no breaks. at that point, why did you even bring a water bottle?

because every time he has you pinned down and you’re grunting, your throat dry as you look over to your water, he tilts your head back to him with his sword and gives you a look that tells you to focus.

and every time he gets his touch on you, he’s ordering, “again.” he wins. “again.” he wins again. “again.” so many times that you repeat the same moves, and every time, his sword is lightly pressed against your chest and you’re muttering in surrender.

after the fifteenth time of hearing the word again, you drop your sword to the ground and shove him, knocking his sword out of his hands. you break down into tears of frustration, and he’s quick to explain to you that he’s not trying to make you angry—just teach you how to protect yourself.

• usually he’s the one to hold you in his arms and let you speak your mind; he’s usually your rock. but some nights, when maybe a new camper has gotten claimed, or maybe someone got a birthday gift from their godly parent, he’s laying in the crook of your neck as he suppresses his tears against the soft skin there.

he’s talking for hours, babbling about gods know what. you find yourself wondering: how did he go from talking about nick, his newest cabin mate, getting claimed as a child of apollo, to talking about what he would name a dragon? you didn’t mind, because at least now he’s not crying about his father and the stupid quest he’d sent him on.

eventually, after a long day of a fake smile and the stressful teaching of a six hour sparring class, he falls asleep, his last words of “i love you” resting on his lips.

• he’d been happy the entire night—the blue team, his team, had won capture the flag again. he’d had so much fun at the celebration afterwards, (or at least it seemed,) but now it’s time to get ready for bed. it’s 1:30 am, and you’re washing off your makeup in the bathroom mirror when luke comes in, reaching for another rag.

he stands next to you in the mirror, watching your reflection for a moment before his eyes flick over to himself. his jaw clenches, his eyes trailing up and down the left side of his face before he swallows and wets the rag.

he begins to wipe the dirt and grime off his face, slowing down when the cloth traces the scar on his cheek. he drops the rag in the sink and sniffles, walking out of the bathroom and into the bed. once you’re finished, you join him in your room and climb into the bed. you lay down, and he rolls over and rests his face in the crook of his neck.

you wonder why it feels weird for a moment, and then you realize he has his head tilted oddly so that the left side of his face is hiding in the crook of his neck. odd, you think, considering he’d been complaining about neck pain the day before. you lift his head up, hand tracing on his left cheek and he freezes, body tensing.

“luke?” you ask, your eyes searching for a reason to his odd behavior. you look at where your fingers are tracing; on the scar. you understand, and for a moment, you see his eyes fill up with tears.

you swallow and lean forward, pressing a kiss to his scar before resting your forehead against his. he closes his eyes with a pained expression. moments pass, and then he moves to rest his head in the crook of your neck again, but this time he doesn’t hide his scar.

[nervoustoastthing]

Get this to 2k and I’ll write 2 chapters of my fanfic.