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hoe4hotchner · 2 months ago

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Tree | [AH] - Christmas 2024

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Gn!Reader | WC: 1.4k | CW: Fluff, christmas based

A/N: Fun fact: As far as I know the most popular type of tree to get for Christmas in Denmark is Norway spruce — at least that's what I've always grown up with, what i've noticed being advertised and also what I see in stores.

Read other parts here: Snow | Tree | Presents | Christmas

The air was crisp, carrying the mingling scents of pine and fresh snow as you stepped out of the car. Jack was out first, bounding into the thick powder, his boots kicking up a flurry of white flakes that sparkled in the morning sunlight. His laughter echoed across the open space, a bright contrast to the peace of the tree farm. You pulled your coat tighter, smiling to yourself as Aaron came around the car, shutting the trunk with a decisive thud.

In one hand, he hoisted the red-handled saw over his shoulder like a suburban lumberjack about to conquer the wilderness — he was just missing a beard, then he could almost convince you of his "new" trade. The sight made you grin. There was something endearingly out of place about your usually suit-clad boyfriend preparing to chop down a Christmas tree. His smile mirrored yours, soft and almost imperceptible, though his tone when he spoke carried a trace of his usual pragmatism.

“I still don’t see why we couldn’t have just bought a pre-cut tree,” he muttered, his breath warming the air between you. The words sounded like a complaint, but the amused glint in his eyes told a different story.

“Because,” you replied, tugging your scarf up against the wind, “this is about the experience. And look at him.” You gestured toward Jack, who was spinning in a circle a few feet ahead, gathering snow to throw in the air — you weren't sure if the boy had seen this much snow all at once before — his cheeks flushed a rosy pink from the cold. Snow clung to his boots as he pointed toward the distant rows of trees.

“This is going to be awesome!” Jack declared, his excitement bubbling over in every word. He stopped spinning to face you both, his eyes wide with wonder. “Can we get the biggest tree they have?”

Aaron raised an eyebrow. His gaze shifted to you, and you could almost hear the gears turning in his head as he mentally calculated ceiling heights, tree stand dimensions, and the inevitable cleanup of pine needles. His expression was pure dad-mode efficiency, and it made you laugh under your breath.

“Let’s see what we can find first,” you said, rescuing him from the need to outright veto Jack’s grand plan. Jack didn’t seem to notice, already darting toward the nearest row of evergreens, his boots crunching loudly in the snow.

Aaron let out a soft sigh beside you, though there was no mistaking the affection in it. He adjusted his grip on the saw and fell into step beside you, his free hand brushing against yours. “Biggest tree they have,” he murmured, shaking his head with a hint of exasperation. “Of course.” He should've known his own son better than to think smaller could do.

And yet, as you glanced at him, you caught the same spark of excitement you felt — hidden beneath the practicality, but it was there, all the same.

“We’ll see,” you interjected quickly, reaching for Aaron’s free hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Let’s just find the right one.”

The tree farm stretched before you like something out of a holiday postcard, its rows of evergreens dusted with frost glittering under the soft winter sun. The landscape felt alive despite the chill, families scattered across the snowy expanse, their laughter ringing out as they debated over their perfect Christmas trees — Just like you and your family. Little ones toddled through the snow while parents snapped photos, their voices blending with the distant sound of carols playing softly over a set of outdoor speakers.

Jack was a blur of motion, darting between the rows of trees like an enthusiastic scout on a mission. He paused every few feet to call out his latest discovery, each declaration more animated than the last.

“This one’s too short!”

“This one’s crooked!”

“This one looks perfect, but… wait! There’s a hole in it!”

You exchanged a glance with Aaron, his amused smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His steady pace beside you was a welcome contrast to Jack’s frenetic energy, his gloved hand brushing against yours occasionally as you navigated the uneven snow.

Jack’s voice continued to ring out, his commentary growing more dramatic with each tree he passed. “Who would leave this tree here? It’s a disgrace to Christmas!” he shouted, throwing his arms in the air at one particularly lopsided pine.

Aaron chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “He certainly has opinions.”

“He gets it from you,” you teased, earning a raised eyebrow from him in mock protest.

After what felt like an endless parade of trees — all either too short, too sparse, or too “totally wrong” according to Jack — he finally came to a halt in front of a towering Fraser fir. Snow clung to its perfectly even branches, giving it an almost magical glow.

“This is the one,” Jack announced with absolute certainty, his eyes wide as he gazed up at it. His breath formed little puffs of vapor as he stood there in awe.

You stepped closer, tilting your head back to take it all in. “It’s… big,” you said, your voice tinged with both admiration and concern.

Aaron came to a stop beside you, hands in his pockets as he looked the tree up and down. “Big,” he echoed.

Jack turned to you both, his excitement radiating like the twinkling lights he no doubt envisioned on the branches. “Can we get it? Please?”

Aaron let out a long-suffering sigh, the kind that only a dad could master, but the smile that followed gave him away. “Well,” he said, glancing at you, “it’s definitely a contender.”

Jack grinned. “We can make it fit!”

“Famous last words,” you quipped, nudging Aaron in the side. Aaron sighed, resigned but smiling, and handed you the saw. “Your idea. You chop it down.”

You blinked at him. “Me? I thought this was a team effort!”

Jack clapped his gloved hands together. “You and Dad can take turns! I’ll supervise.”

Aaron crouched down beside the trunk of the tree, inspecting it. “You hold the saw steady,” he instructed, “and I’ll take over if you can’t get through it.”

“Deal,” you muttered, feeling more determined than you probably should have been. You weren't even sure that you could get it through the door, but somehow you would have to try, none of you wanted to dampen Jack's mood — worst case you could always put it up in the garden and get a smaller one for the house.

The first few pulls of the saw were wobbly and uneven, eliciting a snort from Aaron and an encouraging cheer from Jack. “You’re doing great!” Jack shouted, though his tone implied more enthusiasm than belief.

Aaron eventually stepped in, his sleeves rolled up over his jacket as he took over. The two of you worked in shifts, trading the saw back and forth while Jack offered increasingly unhelpful advice like, “Cut faster!” and “You missed a spot!”

When the tree finally began to tip, Jack let out a cheer, and Aaron braced the trunk, easing it down into the snow with surprising grace.

“See?” he said, his breath visible in the cold air. “Easy.”

You groaned, brushing snow from your gloves. “I’ll feel ‘easy’ in my arms tomorrow, that’s for sure.”

Jack threw himself on top of the fallen tree dramatically. “It’s perfect! Can we take it home now?”

Aaron glanced at you, his face soft with amusement. “Let’s get it loaded up.”

The drive home was filled with Jack’s excited chatter about decorating the tree, the car smelling like fresh pine.

It had been a nightmare to get it inside, and even then, it didn't fit. Somehow you'd managed to convince Jack to allow you to cut about 1/2 ft of the bottom to even be able to fit the star on top.

Later that night, as the three of you wrestled with tangled lights and uneven ornaments, you couldn’t help but smile.

It was a lot of work for a tree, but as you looked at Jack’s delighted face and Aaron’s warm, contented expression, you decided it was worth every second.

“Next year,” Aaron murmured to you later, as you both watched Jack fall asleep by the twinkling lights, “maybe we just buy a pre-cut one.”

You laughed softly and leaned into his side. “Not a chance.”

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angelsworks · 5 months ago

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His Frail

Yandere!Victor Creed x Reader

Chapter Two

Series Masterlist -> Here

Summary: Victor brings his frail home.

Warnings: Yandere/dark themes, etc

After he’s taken care of the men and pushed their van off a cliff for good measure, he returned home. Of course he wanted to chase you. Watch you run through the wood in fear. Follow your scent through the vast expanse of trees and snow. But he resisted.

Why?

The more you ran, the weaker you became. Why chase you down when you would run right to him. With you weak and tired you’d become pliant. It made it easier to gain your trust if he was the one to help you.

So instead he showered. Changed his clothes to fresh ones, clean of blood. He made sure his home was clean, everything was in its place and he had the right medical supplies to tend to your eventual wounds.

When the sun started to set, he started his hunt. Using his enhanced senses to pick your scent out from other wildlife in the wilderness.

When he started it wasn’t hard. He found it easy actually. Your scent appealed to him greatly. Much more than anyone else had. Ever. His life had been long so he knew he couldn’t let you go. Not before he’d been able to see you for himself.

Part of him hoped he’s find something in you. Something he’d been searching for, for all of his life. His frail. The feral mutants version of a mate. His submissive counterpart, his other half, his soulmate.

It felt like you’d been travelling for days. Your run had slowed to a walk, when your body started to give out. Your steps became heavy, legs weakening, shoulders slumping. You body pleaded for rest, while your mind pleaded for salvation.

You’d continued further up the hill and into the wilderness. The snowy mountain seemed to never end. You used the occasional spruce trunk to pull yourself up. The ground beneath you had long since frozen your bare feet. Your chest burned with every breath you took. Your hair stuck to your forehead from the sweat that had long since formed there.

The climb up the mountain stopped. However it brought you no relief. You saw more trees growing sporadically around you. More snow that was sure to freeze your feet. More mountains in the distance. You could have cried. If not for the shout you heard in the distance.

“Hey!” The voice was deep - a man’s. With a tired mind you made the connection that this man was surely one of John’s.

You let out some sort of plea as you moved in the opposite direction. You summoned the little energy your body had left and took off into a sprint. Ducking and diving between trees and branches as you entered fight or flight mode. It was clear you’d gone into flight mode.

Victor chased you at a distance. Keeping himself hidden in the trees as he jumped in a feline like manner from branch to branch almost silently. His eyes assessed your form, tired and ready to collapse. He was sure you’d fall down soon. Your body giving up from the stress of the chase. Just incase he’d packed plan B in a black case in his coat pocket.

You found yourself in the middle of a clearing. A small, tight clearing. Bordered by trees and a few shrubs. Your vision swam with black dots and your fingers tingled as they tries to push out the cold.

Finally after hours on the run. You collapsed. Falling to your knees and then to the floor. Eyes closing. Narrowly missing Victor as he strode over to you.

For a moment he watched you on the floor. Admiring your beauty, your body and your scent. It was perfect. He’d never smelt something so good before, without wanting to eat it.

He picked your up like you weighed nothing. Cradling you in his arms as he walked back to his cabin. He wrapped his coat around you, in an effort to keep you warm.

He’d build his cabin many years ago. Occasionally updating features of it to be more modern and move with the times. It was an isolated place. Surrounded by trees and snow and mountains. It was located in such a place that made it extremely difficult to attack or ambush.

It became a haven when he’d returned from his missions. A place without the smells and sounds of a town or city. The nearest town being hours away. Down roads that required insider knowledge to find and use.

When inside he placed you on one of his couches in the main room. He left you for a moment to light a fire and retrieve a warm cloth from the bathroom.

You were still passed out when came back. He placed the cloth on your forehead and held it there as he knelt beside you.

Your breathing was shallow, coming out in slow puffs past your lips. Victor could hear the faint beat of your heart. The exertion of the day had taken its toll and he became worried this would have long term effects. Looking down at your toes he could we that they were very red and when he reached down to touch, the skin was ice cold.

Victor tutted to himself. He moved away from your sleeping figure and lit a fire. Hoping the heat from it would help you to recover from the temperatures outside.

He pulled a blanket from the back of the sofa, wrapping it over your body.

“It’s okay Frail, I’ve got you now”.

#angelsworks post #dark #yandere Victor creed #dark Victor creed #victor creed x reader #yandere! victor creed x reader

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percyjavksongf · 1 year ago

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-𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤! 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐’𝟗𝟎𝟎

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

'𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭...𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐢𝐫...𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’

-𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐨𝐧

“Anne had come home dancing in the purple twilight across the snowy places. Afar-”

you noticed a small, curious hand shoot up in the corner of your eye and you had to hold back a laugh, shifting your gaze to the young girl sitting attentively in front of you, she was the last one to go home every evening but even as the hour grew late she was as alert as ever.

“yes, Aneria?”

“what does twilight mean?” she spoke in a whisper, already having been shushed twice this evening by the librarian.

“its when the sun has nearly set but there’s still some light coming through, like when the sky turns shades of purple and pink. Do you understand what I mean?”

Aneria nods in a serious way, she was by far your favourite out of all the children you read to in the library, although you know you shouldn’t have favourites she was the most intrigued by the stories you were instructed to read to the kids, who usually were in your care until their parents finished work. Todays read was Anne of Green Gables much to your delight, the story was a favourite of yours since you were Aneria’s age.

“now where were we, uh, yes. Afar in the southwest was the great shimmering, pearl-like sparkle of an evening star-”

“Gilbert Blythe is so dreamy, don’t you think?” you nod your head approvingly at Aneria’s statement, having grown accustomed to her frequent interruptions, she never meant any harm with them. “my mom said to me that she’s seen you walking around with a boy, is that true? She said he’s Sally’s son and I hope so, he’s definitely just as dreamy as Gilbert”

you struggle to compress a laugh at Aneria’s boldness, not surprised at the least that gossip has spread about you and Percy’s evening strolls around the borough, you just didn’t expect to hear about it in this situation.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about missy” you reply with a teasing grin, causing Aneria to whine in annoyance, “come on, I never got to know the truth in gossip”

“that’s usually because there’s not much truth in it, now will we continue reading?”

Aneria sat once again to attention, glad she had forgotten quickly about the topic of yourself and Percy.

“in the sky that was a pale golden and ethereal rose of gleaming white spaces and dark glens of spruce. The tinkle of sleigh bells among the snowy hills-”

a sharp voice echoed through the library making you cringe, “Aneria! Time to go home”

Aneria huffed and rose to her feet quickly, “coming mom!” she swung her bag over her shoulder before turning to you “can we finish the story on Monday?” you smiled and nodded warmly, waving goodbye as you turned to grab your own bags.

“so what happens next?” you gasp sharply and spin on your heels, sending Percy a sour look when he laughs at your shocked expression, “what are you doing in here?” you questioned with fake displeasure, which Percy knew well at this point. “I’m here to find out what happens next, duh” with that he plops himself down by your feet and stares up at you expectingly, you sigh but can’t help the smile that creeps onto your face when you flick back through the pages to finish the sentence.

“The tinkle of sleigh bells among the snowy hills came like elfin chimes through the frosty air, but their music was not sweeter then the song in Anne’s heart and on her lips” you look up from your book and catch Percy’s gaze, you watch each other for a couple of seconds until he blinks and quickly turns away, clearing his throat before shuffling to his feet, “well your book’s right about one thing, its frosty as fuck out there.” you’re quick to shush Percy with a giggle as you hear the librarian huff in annoyance. The two of you are quick to leave the library and step out into the icy street, a shiver runs up your spin and before you can say a word Percy is offering his jacket to you, “come on just take it, seriously I don’t need it” you take the heavy material into your arms gratefully, it slips on easily and you practically melt into it, the smell of Percy cologne lingers on the fabric and you can’t say you hate it.

The streets of Manhattan were dressed accordingly with the season, you adored how the city, as crazy as it was, always felt like something out of a movie this time of year, and if you hadn’t been in a trance watching the lights glimmer around you, then you would’ve felt the weight of Percy’s stare on the side of your face. You had grown accustomed to your shared walk home, Percy was working part time at the skate shop down the road from the library which delighted you both, with the busyness of school it was hard to find time to hang out. At first it was more of a ‘hey if I see you I’ll walk over and talk’ but now it was guaranteed that you’d find Percy waiting outside the Library leaning against the wall like a cliche from an 80’s movie, but instead of starting with a smooth pick up line he’d ask if you had known that sea horses are monogamous (you did not). Apart from the ocean facts yous two would talk about everything, home life, what you were learning about in college, Percy would never fail to mention his long distance friends Annabeth and Grover, he spoke about them so much it felt like they were your friends too.

“so what’s Gilbert like?” the question had you raising a brow at Percy, who faked innocence with a brow raise in return. A breath of warm air travels past your lips and you shift your gaze ahead at the flashing ‘tis the season!’ sign hanging off the Bodega Percy and you visit frequently.

“you heard Aneria talking, didn’t you?” you could practically feel the shit eating grin make its way onto Percy chill flushed face. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, but, if I did overhear how absolutely dreamy this guy is and you totally agree and think him and I are just alike-”

“I never said you two were the same Jackson, don’t put words into my mouth”

“I know you definitely think it though, even if you won’t admit it”

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you at that, you could go back and forth with Percy for hours and never grow bored. You have a feeling you cant get yourself out of this conversation though.

“any fish facts for me today?” you blink up at him, hoping it’s a good enough subject change

“you can’t deter me by fluttering your lashes, but we will go back to the fish facts after you tell me about my amazing twin” Percy bumps your shoulder and you nearly go flying on the icy footpath, his annoyingly gorgeous laugh encouraging you to shove him away from you and across the ice, unfortunately for you, Percy seems to hold himself just fine on it, dam him.

“well for one, Gilbert would never do that to Anne”

“oh, so you see us as Anne and Gilbert? How romantic”

“shut up”

a gloved hand reaches out to you and you stare at it suspiciously, though you do notice how he was wearing the gloves you brought him last winter, he complained for weeks about how cold his hands were and that you just had to hold them to keep him warm. The gloves were well received but you found he reached for you still.

“I don’t bite” he teases and you grab onto the hand, even after doing it so many times it still made your heart flutter.

“come here”

you let Percy pull you into him as you continue your walk, removing his hand from yours and you sigh at the loss of warmth, causing him to chuckle “don’t worry baby I’m not going too far” with that an arm wraps around your shoulder and pulls you close, in that moment your grateful for the cold, it’s a good excuse for your burning face. You feel yourself melt under his touch and allow your body to move closer into his, because it’s cold obviously, no other reason.

“so do you think Gilbert is more handsome than me?”

“I think he’s less annoying than you”

“you love me, don’t lie”

you do.

“did you listen to anything else Aneria said, or did you hear a complement about yourself and your brain tuned out”

“I heard that we’re the local gossip, you and I. My mom would be delighted if that were true”

your heart tugs painfully a little at that. it isn’t true, you have to remind yourself, but it feels nice to fall into a dream that it is.

You hum quietly in response and notice you’re only a few blocks away from yours and Percy’s shared apartment complex, Percy, as if sensing your disappointment, turns both your bodies away and continues down another street. Confused ,you send him a look that he returns with a smile “it’s a Friday night, we don’t have to go home now. Besides I though you wanted to go check out that Christmas market at union square?”

you stare up at Percy for a bit and just look, his redding nose and cheeks that complement his tan skin so well, his eyes, god, his eyes. They were always a source of amazement for you, you’ve never seen eyes like Percy’s, you always got lost in them, swearing that they changed into different shades of green and blue.

“I’m definitely more handsome than Gilbert” Percy’s face breaks out in a grin as you pull him towards the nearest subway station.

It was busy of course, like any Friday night in the city would be, Percy had managed to snag a seat for you two quickly and you raced to get yourself sat down before anyone else could come after it. Usually the cramped space made you uncomfortable but you never really minded with Percy, he didn’t seem to either with how he pressed his side against you.

An unspoken agreement to be as close of possible to each other was the norm for you too, you threw your legs over to hang in between his and wrap your arms around his arm closest to you, finally resting your head on his shoulder. You could stay like this forever, you think. Riding a cramped subway that had a familiar mixture of carolling and shouting, shuffling and bumping, crying and laughter. It’s like you couldn’t even hear the ruckus when you were tucked up with Percy, his head resting on top of yours, his strong hands resting on your legs, fingers tapping an familiar tune on your thigh.

You adored it.

“you know I don’t think this is going to help us mush out those rumours” you mumble into his jacket, still pressed firmly against you. Percy turn his head and presses his lips to your hair, “yeah I know”

you hum back softly in acknowledgment, the rush of having Percy so close to you was gorgeous. But after today, what then? You don’t mind the gossip and what if’s of strangers but the feeling of what if with Percy was becoming too much to bear, you didn’t want what if anymore. Percy, now having lifted his head to check out how far away you were from union square, gave you the opportunity to shift your head to look up at him. Sensing your gaze, Percy looks back down at you and admires how pretty your eyes looks gazing up at him through your lashes, the though makes him catch his breath and look away for a second, but you two were magnetic, drawn to each other and it wasn’t long until he was watching you again. His free hand came up to press against your cheek, reddened from happiness. “you’re so warm” Percy whispered, mostly to himself. You were always so warm, he used to joke that you were his portable hot water bottle. You lean slightly to press the fat of your cheek into his hand, just for a second, before moving back to against his shoulder.

“fuck” Percy says to himself again, you shoot him a confused glance and he squeezes your knee in return

“whats wrong? Do you need me to move-”

“no, no, stay there you’re good, you’re so good” the breathiness in his voice combined with his dark eyes freezes you. This felt different, this was all so new to you.

“I just really wish we weren’t on this subway right now, I don’t think Gilbert would kiss Anne on a subway train”

you don’t fight the laughter that echos out of you, of course he’d be worried about something like that

“Percy, I think Gilbert would do that. Besides I don’t care about what Gilbert would do, I don’t like Gilbert”

“well I hope not cus’ I’d be heartbroken”

“oh really”

“truly”

the train pulls to a halt and Percy rushes to get yous off, your laughter accompanies his movements as you both run up the stairs into the cool night, glancing at each other every few seconds. The streets were alive and bustling, you gripped Percy’s hand tightly as he pulled you away from the crowd to the side of a Bodega, squeezing your hand every few seconds as if to make sure you didn’t disappear.

his hands shook gently in yours and you squeezed them tight, you both stared at each other for what felt like a lifetime, you could feel the nerves creeping up on you now.

“Percy..”

“I know”

the loss of his hands in yours was quickly fixed by his hand cupping your face, the wool was comforting against your skin for a moment before it was gone, replaced by Percy’s now ungloved hand.

“i’m sorry this isn’t as pretty as Hester Grey’s old garden” Percy whispers, his thumb running over your cheek

“you have read Anne of green gables” you spoke back accusingly

“my mom read them to me as a kid”

Percy pulled you closer until you stood chest to chest, you tilted your head up and brushed his nose slightly “hey Percy?”

“mh?” you felt hypnotised under his gaze, his eyes almost seem to have darked. You’ve never been so close before.

“please kiss me”

“as you wish” is mumbled against your lips, you can feel his nose pressing against your cheek as he’s kissing you, his mouth so warm and firm against yours. Your arms snake around his shoulders as his hands slide down your back and settle on your waist, gripping tightly. You know that the word will spread by tomorrow morning about the Jackson boy getting handsy outside the Bodega and it makes you smile against Percy, he only pulls back for a second to catch his breath, hands never leaving you once

“do you want to go to the markets?” you take a second to admire how messy Percy looks, face flushed and hair ruffed up from your hands. You must look the same from how Percy’s staring right back at you. You shake your head yes and press back against him “eager girl, you need me that much, huh?” you smack his arm hard.

“says the one who practically dragged me out of the subway to do this”

he presses a quick kiss to your lips to shut you up.

“we’ll check out these markets and then walk home, hows that sound?”

“walk? Why would we walk” yous turn hand in hand back towards the colourful crowd of people, everything seems so much brighter now.

“because then I get to have you to myself for longer” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

The next morning you woke to a knock at the door, Percy having dropped you home only hours before. You practically dragged your feet to the door and swung it open, the chill of the wooden floors making you want to get this interaction done and over with quickly. To your surprise no one stood on the other side, you looked down to see a plate full of blue chocolate chip cookies wrapped in cling film with a note on top, taking them inside quickly you pressed your back against the door and read the messy writing.

Meet me at the Bodega in 15 minutes, breakfast on me.

You can’t help but laugh at it, it’s definitely no Gilbert Blythe, but its Percy Jackson, which is so much better.

a/n: hellooooooo i have returned minions. don't really like this fic tbh but i am so ready for Christmas and needed to get something out, and I've fallen back into my pjo phase so expect more of this <3 i also have a Jake Sully fic in the works for my avatar ppl

#percy jackson #pjo #pjo fandom #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #book percy jackson #x reader #fanfic

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