#Poseidon caught him when he slipped

[softestaries]

Sally at the beginning of the episode patiently trying to coax Percy away from the pool edge so she can teach him how to swim VS Poseidon throwing Percy in the deep end and sending his secretary to inform him that he can in fact breathe underwater.

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson fandom #percy jackson spoilers #percy pjo #pjo #pjo show #sally jackson #poseidon #poseidon pjo #Sally waited for when Percy was ready to let go #Poseidon caught him when he slipped #however #poseidon WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU - #there are nicer ways to tell your kid he has the ability to breathe underwater than trapping his leg there 😭 #little bro was fighting for his life

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tethered. | jjk

Love notes were slipped into your locker on a daily basis. Variations of messy, boyish handwriting on yellow sticky notes stacked upon themselves by the end of each school day. Every Friday night you were invited out with the promise of "You'll have fun, just give it a chance."

You could have any guy you wanted, no doubt about it. Yet somehow, the only one you do want is the tattooed, gothic one that lives a few doors down from your best friend.

✰ pairing. — emo!jk x reader

✰ genre. — early 2000s au, best friend's older brother, childhood friends to lovers, smut, light angst.

✰ word count. — 7k+

✰ warnings. — swearing, family issues, partying, mentions of drinking/drugs, friendship betrayel (?), smut [virginity loss, teasing, fingering, soft dom!jk, "i've waited so long for this" type shit], reader and jk are both 18+, minors dni.

✰ a/n. really love this pairings and would love to have drabbles with them in the future, so pls lmk if u guys would be interested in that! thanks for all the love on the teaser, hope u enjoy! <3

✰ taglist. @ahgasegotarmy116 @hellbornsworld @kissyfacekoo @littlestarstinyseven @skzthinker

Two monumental events had been etched into your brain for eternity, the first being sneaking out in the middle of the night to meet up with your friends at the community pool. The second is fifteen minutes upon arriving at the pool, seeing your best friend's older brother emerge from the chlorine-scented water as if he were Poseidon and realizing you were utterly infatuated by him. 

Jeon Somi isn't blind to this, immediately pulling you away from the crowd to question the longing gaze on your face. "Out of every fucking guy here with us, you're making eyes at my brother? You do know that Jungkook is completely gross, right?" She was so furious, you're surprised no steam was blowing from her ears.

Deny it all you want (and you certainly did within that fifteen-minute interrogation); Jungkook very clearly had a hold on you that lasted many years following that fateful night. He wasn't even your usual type; he wouldn't be caught dead around the guys you're typically drawn to. He had a rebellious side; maybe that's why getting him out of your head was nearly impossible. 

Of course, the eternal guilt of falling for your best friend's older, dumbass brother is also difficult to get out of your head.

It can't be helped, really. Anytime you'd visit their home, your eyes would automatically wander through the crack of his doorway as you'd pass by. Whether he was messily cutting his dark hair while blasting Pierce the Veil from his speakers or giving himself a new Stick-and-Poke tattoo as he waited for a CD to finish burning, you long to break away from Somi for a moment to speak to him. Ask him about his day or if his band had any upcoming gigs. You'd even talk to him about paint drying if it meant you'd get to be in the same space as him. 

So it's safe to say you were completely heartbroken when he left for college. Somi, however, is over the moon. Or so you think.

"… He's your brother, though. You don't think you're gonna miss him at all?" You ask, watching Somi delicately paint your fingernails a pretty shade of purple.

She shrugs, "I mean… it's definitely gonna be weird not seeing him around the house every day, but he'll still visit sometimes. Maybe."

Deep down, Somi knows Jungkook won't visit much. He'd been craving freedom and independence from their parents for ages, and moving away for college gave him the perfect opportunity to live as he pleased. They weren't fond of the clothes he wore or the friends he had, and absolutely couldn't bear the music his band makes. They criticized every little thing about him, and he'd finally be getting a break from them.

As you're about to ask Somi if she's okay, she stands from her bed, screwing the nail polish closed. "I'll be back. I have to let Bam out." Her voice is shaky, and she doesn't look at you as she exits the room.

You take the opportunity to make your way down the hall and to Jungkook's door, which he has conveniently left wide open as he scrolls on his desktop. His knees are pressed against his chest as he's heavily focused on editing his Facebook page. There's a rock song playing lightly from another tab that you can't quite identify; he uses his free hand to gently tap along to the beat of the music.

His room is covered in cardboard boxes, soon to be packed into his parents' minivan and making their way to the University of San Francisco dorms.

Your knuckles tap on his wooden door, your heart fluttering when he turns around, and you realize he's changed the ring on his lip from black to silver.

He nods at you, "What's up?"

"Nothing. I just know you're leaving in the morning, and I wanted to say bye. And wish you good luck, of course." You're not sure why you're so heartbroken. It's not like the two of you were ever a thing. It's not like this would be your last time seeing him. Why were you so upset?

"Cool, thanks." You assume that was his way of indirectly telling you to get out until he reaches into his desk drawer and says, "Catch," before tossing something towards you.

Careful not to mess up your manicure, you easily catch the item, unfolding what appears to be a purple bandanna. "What's this for?" You ask, inspecting the material in your palms.

"To remember me by, duh. Plus, it matches your nails.”

It'd be silly to tell him you genuinely don't need this because there was no way in hell you could ever forget about him. Instead, you clutch the bandana tightly in your fist and make a silent vow to keep it with you at all times; have a piece of him with you at all times.

You thank him and tell him it's nice, but all you can wonder is why he even wants you to remember him in the first place. Maybe you're overthinking. He probably just didn't care for the useless accessory anymore.

When you turn to leave, Jungkook stops you with a gentle call of your name. He turns his head in your direction, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. "Can I tell you something?"

"Anything." You whisper back, praying you don't sound overly desperate for a more extended interaction with him.

A beat of silence passes, and just as he opens his mouth to respond, Somi is stomping up the stairs and belting out your name. You gaze away from Jungkook to glance behind you, listening as his sister shouts about doing each other's makeup.

"Never mind, actually. It's not important." Jungkook interrupts, and you physically feel your heart sink to the floor.

You're about to be annoying and pry a response out of him until your eyes dart to his floor, and you see it. What slipped out from his drawer when he tossed the bandana at you. 

A condom wrapper. An empty one, at that.

It's embarrassing how quickly your vision becomes glossy, salty tears threatening to release with each passing second. Of course, he's fucking someone. Of course, that person isn't you. Of fucking course.

You shouldn't be surprised; he's probably more into girls with a similar aesthetic. She's probably covered in tattoos and piercings, just like him. She's probably older than you and may even have her own car, unlike you, who still had to catch rides with your parents or older sister. 

It's odd, though. You're not entirely naive; you know Jungkook definitely flirts with you here and there, catching his eye when his gaze lingers on you for a second too long. There's a noticeable tension between the two of you that even your parents have teased about. And this whole time, he's been screwing someone else?

Jungkook hangs out with so many girls it'd be useless to even attempt to uncover who this mystery person is. It's none of your business, anyway. 

So you leave.

You tell Somi you'll get grounded if you're home past curfew, and with tear-stained cheeks, you run home.

The following day isn't any easier.

Somi posted a photo on FaceBook of herself and Jungkook posing together, arms wrapped around each other, with the caption "c u l8r alligator XD". The comments are already flooded with responses wishing Jungkook farewell, some from family members or friends of the siblings.

"Don't 4get abt me!!!!!! >:( "from a girl with red hair catches your eye because it's the only one Jungkook responded to. You can't bring yourself to read his full reply, fingers moving to quickly close the tab after seeing the word 'Never.'

It's probably her, you think to yourself, the one he's sleeping with.

Maybe it's for the best that Jungkook's moving away; it'll give you some time to get over him. 

And you most certainly did.

The only time he ever crosses your mind is when Somi brings him up (which she rarely does) or when you pass by his empty bedroom. Deep down, you know you'll always care for Jungkook on some level, but time away from him was just what you needed. You were too attached to him for no fathomable reason, rejecting any guy interested in you with the premise of being loyal to a guy who didn't even want you. He'd probably been sneaking girls in through his window, with you a few doors down doing magazine quizzes with his sister; blissfully unaware of what was happening down the hall.

You’re better off without him.

That's what you've been telling yourself daily until now. It's the start of summer vacation, and Jungkook's been summoned home to spend it with his family before Somi (and you) transfer to the University of San Francisco. 

Jungkook was hesitant about coming home, as he always is. In constant fear that his parents have some elaborate plan for him to change his major or set him up with someone they deem acceptable, nothing like the girls he hangs around and probably invites back to his dorm.

It took days of convincing until Jungkook finally agreed to come home, under the premise that his parents' intentions were pure and that they simply wanted one last summer together before Somi moved away for college. They also hoped he'd be able to house-sit and watch over Somi for a few days as they took their annual anniversary trip to San Diego. That, however, took some bribing and the promise of gas money on their end.

He's not due to arrive until tomorrow morning, and you've convinced yourself there's no reason for you to see him right away. You'd be fine if the next time you saw him was in a few months as you're moving into your dorm. After years of longing, you've finally moved on from him.

Some of you have debated telling Somi about your past feelings for her brother, but there's no point. It was a one-sided relationship with absolutely zero depth, nothing worth discussing. So when she nudges your side and asks if you're interested in anyone, you reply with a shake of your head.

Somi has no reaction to this; she can't remember the last time you've been into anyone despite having the entire male population at your school practically throwing themselves at you. "Maybe you'll meet someone tonight."

She's referencing the house party you're going to, which she practically had to drag you out of your room to attend. Parties are different from your scene, especially on a day like today when you were hoping to have a girls' night with Somi. She had other plans, however.

"Maybe," you respond, sighing as the house you're attending is finally in your viewpoint. "We're not staying long, right? It looks packed."

Cars are parked throughout the street, one house, in particular, being the center of attention with loud music and drunk people decorating the front yard of a suburban-looking home. Somi looks as ecstatic as ever, looping her arm in yours and picking up her pace. She doesn't respond. It doesn't matter. Her response would've disregarded your concern.

One car catches your eye as you enter the unfamiliar house; it's parked towards the end of the street, and you swear you've been in it before. You're not able to dwell on it for too long, though, because Somi has to practically yank you through the front door.

Your nerves are at an all-time high. The music is entirely too loud, and there isn't a single sober person in sight. You're not sure how Somi even found out about this party, but you really wish she would've left you out of it. You'd go now if it were acceptable, but Somi would've stayed regardless, and you refuse to leave her alone. So, you push your feelings to the side and take her hand as she leads you towards the kitchen. 

"Thirsty?" Somi questions, forcing a red solo cup into your hand.

"Not at all," you respond, sighing as Somi pours something into your cup.

"It's just ginger ale," she reassures you, "I don't think either of us should get drunk here." For once, she's being reasonable.

Somi suggests you do a lap around the house in hopes of running into people you may have gone to school with. And to your surprise, a decent amount of your past classmates have decided to attend. You feel more at ease with them around, a bit more comfortable now that you're around recognizable people. Although you initially hesitated to show up, you're glad you did. 

"Anybody catch your eye yet? Or are you still breaking hearts?" Your old classmate, Yeoreum, questions.

You shake your head, about to explain that you're not interested in dating right now, until she gestures behind you. "That guy is pretty cute."

You shift on the couch, looking around until you spot who Yeoreum had been gesturing towards. You locate him finally, and she's right; he is cute. He just seems so familiar.

That's when it hits you.

"Oh my God," you whisper, eyes locked on him, and you slowly rise from the couch.

It's Jungkook. And the car you recognized was his. He's here. What is he doing here? He isn't due to be back until tomorrow morning.

You almost don't realize it's him until you spot the mole under his lip. He's grown his hair out and stopped dyeing it, the slew of tattoos that decorated his arm (God, did he start working out, too?) nicely connected, now creating a sleeve, and he's given himself an eyebrow piercing. Your feelings for him come rushing back in full force.

Panicked, you reach for Somi's hand, but she's nowhere to be found. Careful not to be seen by her brother, you bow your head slightly, passing through a crowd of sweaty bodies until you finally spot her kitty heels. She's leaned against a wall, swirling around her cup while flirting with some guy you'd seen around school a few times.

Creating some much-needed distance between the two, you tug Somi towards you. "I think I just saw your brother."

"What? No, he won't even be in the city until tomorrow morning." 

Frustrated, you quickly search the crowd until your eyes land on him again. You ignore the fact that he's now speaking to some girl with red hair and tattoos scattered across her arm and point in their direction, "Well, then that guy looks just like him."

Somi squints her eyes in disbelief at the boy in question until the doubt becomes confusion, and the confusion becomes realization. "Oh my God! The fuck is he doing here?" She turns towards you as if you're supposed to have the answer.

"The fuck should I know? You said he wouldn't be here until tomorrow morning!"

"Because that's what he told our parents! How was I supposed to know he was gonna be here? I never would've come if I knew!"

"What are you guys doing here?" A voice you haven't heard in so long interrupts. You don't even want to turn around.

"What are you doing here?" Somi throws back, and the two stare at each other in angry silence for a moment until Jungkook steps to the side. "Upstairs," he says, nodding towards the staircase.

"But—"

"Go."

Somi's clearly aggravated but makes her way towards the stairs. You remain in place with your arms crossed, raising a brow in confusion when Jungkook looks at you. "What?"

"You too."

"I'm not—"

"I'm not asking again," he says simply. You convince yourself that you only take his command because you don't feel like fighting. Definitely not because it's interesting to have him boss you around.

Trudging up the stairs behind Somi, you wait with her in the hallway until Jungkook arrives. "Come on," he says, entering a bathroom and turning the light on. Neither you nor Somi protest; there really isn't any point.

As soon as the door is shut, Somi is yelling at the top of her lungs. "What the fuck are you doing here?! You said you wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning! Mom and Dad had to push their trip back just to give you more time to arrive, and you're already fucking here?! The fuck is the matter with you?!"

"I'm not gonna respond if you're gonna be yelling like this." Jungkook says calmly, leaning against the sink, "Let me get my questions out first, then I'll answer any of yours, deal?"

Somi glances over at you, sitting on the bathtub's edge, and you nod. She returns her attention back to Jungkook, takes a deep breath, then agrees. 

"Now, what are you guys doing here?! How'd you even get invited?! And you're drinking?!" The calm demeanor from earlier slips away in a matter of seconds, clearly a hoax just to get Somi to calm down enough to let him speak.

"It's just ginger ale, and we've barely even had any! We were invited by our friends, okay? We have just as much right to be here as you do."

Jungkook scoffs, clearly unamused. "Right, and I'm assuming Mom and Dad know you're here then, huh?"

Somi nervously tucks a hair behind her ear. You wonder why you even have to be in here with them. It's not like Jungkook is your brother, anyway. 

"We told our parents that we were going to a birthday party at a friend's house." Somi mumbles, barely able to look Jungkook in the eye.

"And what did they say when they dropped you guys off?"

"They didn't drop us off," you interrupt, "we walked here."

"Well, I wasn't gonna tell him that." Somi glares at you, it takes every bone in your body to not to laugh at her.

You're so over this. You didn't want to attend this dumb party in the first place, and seeing Jungkook flirting with some girl who could've been his female counterpart was the icing on the cake. It doesn't matter if your feelings for him were gone before tonight; every little emotion you'd felt for him over the years had returned (as if they ever left).

"And how exactly did you two geniuses plan on getting home?"

"Same way we got here."

"Can you please just let me handle this? Jesus Christ…" Somi shoots another frustrated glare at you, and you can't help but roll your eyes at her. She turns back towards her brother, "Can you answer my questions now?"

Jungkook's eyes anxiously dart around the cramped bathroom, landing on you a few times before he's slowly nodding his head. "Alright, Mom and Dad basically forced me to spend the whole summer here, and I kept asking myself why they were so persistent about it. They finally told me they needed me to watch over you and the house for their stupid trip. I had plans too, you know? That I had to derail for them. My band could've spent this summer touring, making real money, and now we can't. So, they wanna inconvenience me? I'll inconvenience them right back."

"…Inconvenience them by doing what?" Somi asks the exact question you had.

Jungkook shrugs, "By telling them I'm gonna be arriving a day late, duh."

You and Somi exchange an awkward glance at one other before silently agreeing not to tease him about it. If this was his badass way of retaliating, who were you to rain on his parade?

"Are you gonna tell anyone you saw us here?" Somi questions, a noticible tremble in her voice.

"As long as you guys don't tell anyone you saw me."

It's a fair trade, you accept it. You're even more delighted when Jungkook says he's taking the two of you home. Somi, however, isn't too happy about this, claiming there were so many people she didn't get to speak to, and how'd this be the last time she'd get to see them before moving away for school. You're not sure if Somi is really good at getting what she wants, or if Jungkook was tired of hearing her complain, but he finally gives in and grants her ten more minutes to socialize before meeting him at his car.

"If you're not at my car in ten minutes, I swear to God I'm calling mom." Jungkook scolds, holding the bathroom door open as the three of you finally exit.

A loud, drunk voice suddenly shouts, "Woah, Jungkook! Two girls at the same time!? You fucking beast!"

"They're my sisters, you fucking pervert!" He shouts back.

You can't even dwell on how disgusting the original comment was, only being able to focus on the fact that Jungkook just reffered to you as his sister. As conceited as it may sound, you're not used to rejection or guys putting you in the friend-zone. Whatever little game Jungkook had been playing with you over the years was completely new territory. And right when you think things couldn't possibly get any worse, he calls you his sister.

What the actual fuck.

The next ten minutes go by in a blur; Somi has ditched you for a second time that night to talk to the guy from earlier. When it's finally time to leave, you find her Sat on his lap with her arm hung across his shoulder, laughing at an unfunny pickup line he'd used on her.

"It's time, Somi," you interrupt, helping her stand.

"Wait, wait, wait," she persists, directing her attention back to the boy, "tomorrow at five, right?"

"And not a second later." He sends her a disgusting wink that makes your skin crawl.

Somi is so love-struck you're surprised there isn't an arrow lodged in her back. She can barely form a proper sentence, erupting into a fit of giggles every few seconds as you make your way to Jungkook's car. "Wasn't he just gorgeous?"

You shrug, linking arms with her. "He was alright."

Stunned, Somi gasps at you, "Just alright? He was literally like a Greek God."

"I'm not saying he's unattractive; he's just...not really my type."

"And what is your type, Miss. Never-Has-Been-Interested-In-Anyone?"

Now, there's the question of the hour. You have to word your response very carefully; don't be too obvious about the fact that your ideal type is her older sibling. 

"I guess I prefer guys with an edgier look to them, you know? Tattoos, piercings..." Despite your attempt to sound as nonchalant as possible, your heart is beating out of your chest from the mild confession.

Somi snickers, then playfully groans. "It sounds like you're describing my brother."

Now, you really have to test the waters.

"Since you brought him up, would it be so bad if I did like Jungkook? Hypothetically speaking, of course." You're not sure what prompts you to even ask this. It's not like he's even interested in you; he literally just referred to you as his sister.

A beat of silence passes as Somi gathers her thoughts, then she says, "No."

"What?"

You've finally reached Jungkook's car at this point, beating him there. You sit atop the trunk, feet hovering above the ground as the cold, nighttime air swirls around you. Somi shakes her head, "Obviously, it wouldn't be the ideal situation, but I guess I wouldn't mind as long as you talked to me about it first."

"First?" You mimic.

"Like...assuming you'd wanna date him or something. Just so I'm not blindsided, you know?"

This is the last thing you would've expected your impulsive, hotheaded (yet oh-so-loveable) best friend to be reasonable about. Mainly because she lectured you for nearly twenty minutes when she first suspected you had a crush on Jungkook. 

You go to respond, but Jungkook, finally arriving at the car, captivates both of your attention. He finishes off his can of Pepsi before crushing the aluminum and tossing it to the ground. "Ready?" He questions.

There's no point in giving him a speech about littering; you're just ready to go home.

He fishes his keys from his pocket and unlocks the car door; Somi opens the backseat and jumps in before you have the chance, sprawling across the aged leather. "Move over," you nudge her foot with your knee; she pulls away from you.

Jungkook calls your name, "Just sit up front. She's not gonna move."

Now, this is new. You've ridden in the backseat of his car with Somi more times than you can count; he'd never allow either of you to sit shotgun with him; typical annoying older brother bullshit.

Don't make a big deal out of this, you say to yourself, climbing into the passenger seat of his car.

Somi and Jungkook bicker the entire ride to their parent's house, partially out of annoyance with each other, but you also get the feeling that neither of them were genuinely ready to leave the party. You're surprised Jungkook even enjoyed parties; he spent most of high school either working, hanging out at skate parks, or practicing with his band in their garage. College must've really changed him, and you're unsure how to feel about it. 

Jungkook parks a few houses down from their parent's house and unlocks the doors, "Get out," he says into the backseat.

"Where are you gonna spend the night?" Somi questions, stretching her arms outward.

"I checked into a motel this morning. I'll be back here tomorrow around noon. And, hey," Jungkook turns around, pointing a finger at his sister. "Don't tell them you saw me."

Mockingly, Somi points a finger right back at him. "Telling them I saw you would be exposing myself, cock-sucker. Leave me alone." She angrily begins to climb out of the car, annoyed at how little trust Jungkook had in her.

You turn to go, but Jungkook's cold hand on your bicep stops you, "Where you goin'?"

"I'm gonna walk home from here. It's only a few minutes away," you respond.

Jungkook shakes his head, "I'm dropping you off. You haven't moved since I left, right?"

"No, but it's fi—"

"Then your house is on the way to my motel. We're going in the same direction; might as well ride together."

It truly does make more sense to ride together, and rejecting his offer any further surely would raise suspicions. You don't want either of them to believe you'd feel uncomfortable being alone with Jungkook because that couldn't be farther from the truth. You're perplexed about your feelings now, and you don't want to do anything you'd regret just because of the confusion.

"Okay, then." You glance over your shoulder at Somi, "Will you need any help getting ready for your date tomorrow?"

Suddenly embarrassed, Somi shushes you, gesturing that Jungkook is literally right next to you and would prefer that he didn't hear about her dating life. Jungkook genuinely couldn't care less and is instead patiently waiting for his sister to get out.

She does finally, and Jungkook resumes his path to your house. He turns the radio on, switching between stations until he stops on one that's playing a song he's familiar with. You drive silently for a few minutes; the only sounds being heard are the distant noises from the car's motor and Jungkook humming along to the radio.

He breaks the silence by saying, "I was surprised to see you back there. You never really seemed like the type to enjoy parties."

You chuckle, "I could say the same for you; I don't remember you attending any in high school."

"That's 'cause house parties weren't my thing," he explains, "I went to raves or parties that would happen at the skate park. I don't really like being at someone else's house for too long; it feels too intimate."

Now that you think of it, skate park parties and raves seem much more like his scene.

"Well, I only went because Somi was going, and I didn't feel comfortable with her being there alone. Otherwise, I never would've gone." You admit, resting your head against the window.

"Thanks for looking after her, by the way. You're a good friend."

"I'd do anything for her." Your voice is barely a whisper now, getting quieter with every word you say.

Silence passes, and he says, "Did you know your guys' dorm room is gonna be right under ours?"

"Seriously?" You respond, genuinely curious.

"Mmm-hmm. My roommate, Mingyu, and I are gonna be the worst upstairs neighbors ever." He teases as you roll your eyes. Your mind can't decipher whether this banter is playful & platonic or romantic. Everything Jungkook does confuses you.

"If that's the case, I'll be sure to move to an entirely new building."

"What, so you can have your boyfriend protect you?"

Pause. Boyfriend?

You nearly give yourself whiplash from how hard you spun around to look at Jungkook. "Boyfriend?" You ask.

He shrugs nonchalantly, keeping his eyes on the road. "I just assumed you'd have one by now. Do you?"

There he is again with his mind games. What the fuck was he talking about?

After letting out a very frustrated sigh, you mumble, "No, Jungkook, I do not have a boyfriend."

"Good. Focus on school."

Now he's pissing you off. You wish he'd shut up for the rest of the car ride. "It's nice to see you again, by the way."

Holy shit, you feel like jumping out the window.

"Yeah, great seeing you too. Oh, there's my house. I can walk from here." You make quick work of undoing your seatbelt.

"You sure? I can drop you off at the door."

"No, no. It's best if my parents don't see you so they don't accidentally tell your parents that they saw you." You lie, racking your brain for any excuse imaginable.

He nods, deciding it's best to drop you off a little further from your house. "Then, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"What?" You stop dead in your tracks, one hand clutching the door handle.

"Aren't you coming over tomorrow to help Somi get ready for her…thing? I'll be back home by then."

He's right; you'd be back in his house, and he'll be there this time. It's no big deal. You'd only be there for an hour (at most) to help her prepare, and then you could go the whole summer without seeing him again.

"Yeah, I'll see you then."

The following day, Somi is back to her unreasonable self, expecting you to wait at her house for her to return from her date.

"Please? We're just going to get pizza; we won't even be gone that long." She pleads, adding the finishing touches to her makeup.

You'd already spent over an hour helping her prepare, and now she expects you to do nothing but await her return. You know her heart's in the right place; she just wants to be the first to hear all the exhilarating details about her date. Still, a phone call would suffice. 

"What am I supposed to do while I wait for you to come back?" You whine.

"Just hang out here! Watch a movie or something!" She suggests, trying her absolutely hardest to sound enthusiastic. Her phone buzzes in her hand before she has the chance to continue, eyes lighting up as they flicker across the bright screen.

Somi clutches her phone, locks eyes with you, then rushes towards the door. You're faster, though, quickly capturing her wrist before she's barely reached the hallway. "I'm going home."

"No! If you stay here, I'll bring you back pizza, and we can have a girls' night like we were supposed to yesterday! Come on, please?" She begs, pouting her lips.

You go to reply, but the bathroom door swings open, and Jungkook strides out. Just to your luck, he's shirtless; water droplets descend from his hair as he towel-dries it. As he enters his bedroom, he mocks his sister's high-pitched whine, earning a lethal glare and a slew of swears thrown at him.

Perhaps you should stay.

"Fine, but you're lending me your pajamas." You give in, earning an enthusiastic shriek from your best friend. 

Somi wraps you in a brief, yet tight, hug before shouting, "Be back soon!" Then she's rushing down the stairs and out the front door. It's not often that Somi makes you wait for her return, but you absolutely despise it whenever it does occur. She's never back by the time she promises and gets upset when you try to call and check up on her.

And speaking of calling, you're sure your phone is dead by now. You insisted Somi bring her's along just in case, so you're left with one option.

Jungkook's door is wide open (as usual) when you go to knock. He's fully clothed now, pairing his black sweatpants with a matching black t-shirt. His hair appears mostly dry now, chaotic as ever, but dry. You don't think he's ever looked this good before.

He's sat on his bed, flipping through the latest copy of Rolling Stone when you arrive. He glances over at you and lets out a dry chuckle.

"What's so funny?" You ask.

"You're dressed like Bella Swan." He responds casually, eyes raking up and down your body. 

"Who?"

"From Twilight. You know, that new movie that came out?" He seems genuinely surprised that you don't seem to know anything about this movie, not even the name of (who you suspect to be) the main character.

You lean against the doorframe, "Haven't seen it."

"It's a great movie, seriously. Some friends and I are seeing it in a few days if you and Somi wanna come." He suggests, flipping another page in the magazine.

You let him know you'll ask Somi if she's interested before remembering why you came to his room in the first place and ask if you can borrow his phone charger. Jungkook directs you to where it's plugged up by his desk, and you finally have the chance to stroll further into his room. You can't recall the last time you've been in here, but you know it looks much different than before. Many of the band posters that decorated the room were gone, his random trinkets and piles of clothes were gone, and not a single piece of his CD collection was in sight. It felt so lifeless, so unlike him. No wonder he always dreaded returning home; it probably didn't even feel like home to him.

"So," you say, attempting to break the silence, "you're here for the whole summer, huh?"

"Unfortunately." He mumbles, "Gonna try and go by sooner, convince my parents I have to sort out an issue with my dorm or something."

"It's nice to have you back, though." You admit, watching as Jungkook's gaze locks on yours.

"Yeah? It is?" He questions.

You shrug, "Of course. We practically grew up together; it was weird to not see you all the time."

He sits up now, closing the magazine and tossing it on his nightstand. There's something on his mind that he isn't saying; you can tell from the way his brows knit together and how he's anxiously tugging on his lip piercing. "It was weird to be gone," he mumbles and leaves it at that.

"By the way, I'm sorry about last night." He apologizes.

"For what? Calling me your sister?"

He laughs at this, shaking his head. "I didn't mean to do that on purpose, by the way. That guy was just...so weird, I kinda blurted out the first thing that would've made him feel weird for even thinking that."

Oh. That makes sense. You definitely overreacted. 

"I meant," he continues, "I'm sorry if the whole boyfriend assumption thing upset you."

"Oh," you dismissively wave a hand at him, "that was nothing."

Jungkook raises a brow at you, "Are you sure? 'Cause you seemed pretty upset afterward, you were practically running out of my car."

There's no point in lying now, considering you weren't even the slightest bit discrete the previous night.

"If I'm being completely honest, I just felt a little awkward. But that's it, I swear." You assure him, moving to lean against the bedside table.

"Awkward about what?"

God, this was so embarrassing. Is he really going to make you humiliate yourself like this?

"Because I've never actually had a boyfriend before."

Jungkook looks genuinely shocked at your confession, eyes nearly bulging out of his head as he examines yours for any sign of deception. "You don't believe me?"

"I'm not sure. I only assumed you had one just based on how crazy guys were about you in high school. Not to mention you're, like, fucking gorgeous."

What?

"I'm what?" You ask, not entirely sure if you heard him correctly.

He repeats himself again, and you make him do it a few more times until he's too embarrassed to say it again. You somehow manage to get back on the topic of never having a boyfriend before when Jungkook asks you another question. "Have you ever...?"

He doesn't need to finish the sentence. You know what he's asking.

You shake your head.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. It's none of my business." He berates himself, and you assure him it's no big deal and that it shouldn't even be a shocker to him.

After a half hour of talking about whatever comes to mind, you wind up sitting opposite Jungkook on his bed, legs perched up underneath your body as you go back and forth, questioning one another. 

"So, when are you gonna admit you had a crush on me?" His voice is barely a whisper.

"I never did." You lie.

"Really? That sucks?"

"Why?"

He shrugs, leaning his back against the headboard. "I just always thought that maybe you and I would've ended up together at some point."

You don't remember who leans in first; it doesn't matter; all that matters is after years of longing, your lips are finally intertwined with his. He must've smoked today; you can taste the nicotine on his breath. But it doesn't matter; you don't make the slightest move to pull away. Neither does he, placing his hands on the small of your back to guide you onto his lap. 

Your body is moving on autopilot, limbs moving to do whatever feels right as you silently pray not to ruin the moment. Jungkook can spot your nervousness from a mile away and stop you, "We don't have to do—"

"I want to," you pant, breathless, "I've wanted this for so long."

"Do you trust me?" He asks.

"More than anything."

He kisses you again before adjusting your current position, slowly twisting yourselves until you're lying flat on your back. He moves his lips down towards your neck, leaving a trail of kisses in his path as he settles between your legs.

You reach up to grab a handful of his hair, nearly jumping out of your skin as his delicate fingertips creep up your inner thigh, inching closer and closer until his ghosting over your clothed pussy. "This okay?" He mumbles.

You nod, unable to form a coherent sentence. "Cute," he replies, "you're already so wet." His fingertips stroke your clit through your damp underwear; you don't think to wonder how he managed to get to it so quickly, all thoughts leaving your brain as he makes small circles using his middle and index finger. 

"Jungkook…" You moan, pleading for him to do more.

"I know." He assures you, using a single finger to pull your panties to the side, making just enough room for him to slide a finger into your aching cunt. "Am I really your first time?"

You nod again out of fear that a moan would slip from your lips if you even tried to speak. His eyes are locked on yours, studying your expression as he coaxes a finger inside you. You're embarrassed at how quickly your wetness coated his finger, but Jungkook doesn't care. He likes it, makes him feel fucking amazing knowing the effect he had on you. 

"Take your shirt off." He says, and you do as told, pulling your top up and off your body and tossing it to the floor; making quick work of undoing your bra before he even has the chance to ask.

His lips are back on your neck instantly, trailing down to your collarbone until he reaches the curve on your breast. He halts his actions momentarily before your pitched nipple is caught between his teeth and your back arching off the bed from how overstimulating everything feels.

You curse under your breath, and Jungkook makes another comment about how cute you are, though you feel far from it. He apologizes by lapping his tongue around your nipple, easing the pain slowly as he inserts a second finger into your cunt.

You can feel his bulge against your thigh, though he doesn't even care about getting himself off. He moves over to your nipple, licking and sucking until it's completely hardened, leaving himself breathless. The two fingers that had been working your cunt had picked up the pace now, and there was an unfamiliar feeling in your gut that you couldn't identify.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…" You groan, legs trembling.

Jungkook is all too familiar with these actions and asks, "You're already close? I've barely done anything to you." He teases, chuckling to himself.

You know he's being lighthearted, but you can't help but feel embarrassed at the tears forming in your eyes from how good everything feels.

Suddenly, he's pulling his fingers out of you, and now you feel like crying for a different reason. You go to protest but stop to watch as he takes his shirt off. If you weren't sure then, it's obvious now he'd started attending the gym. 

He makes quick work of tugging his sweatpants down his legs, tossing them into the abyss before reaching into his bedside table and retrieving a condom. "You're okay?"

You nod.

"Use your words."

“I’m okay, Jungkook.”

"You're still okay with this?"

"Yes."

"You sure?"

Jesus fucking Christ, the saint this man is.

"I'm positive." You assure him.

You move to pull down your skirt and underwear, but Jungkook catches your wrist. "Leave them on," he says. There are so many things going on that you choose not to question.

He pulls off his boxers in the meantime, hardened cock slapping against his abdomen with precum leaking from the tip. Though you had nothing to compare it to, Jungkook was obviously slightly larger than average. You shouldn't be surprised; it's always the guys that you'd least expect.

He tears the condom wrapper with his teeth, retrieving the rubber inside before tossing the remains to his floor. Despite being fully erect, he fists his cock a few times before sliding the condom on.

He crawls over you, left arm at the side of his head, while he uses his dick to nudge your panties to the side. "This still okay?"

"I already told you—fuck!" He cuts you off, the tip of his cock slowly making its way inside you. You feel so stretched out from this alone you don't know how you'd manage to fit all of him into you.

Jungkook must be feeling the same, swearing under his breath and commenting about how tight you feel around him. Second by second, he coaxes himself into your pussy until you feel like you could split right open. "Are you all the way in?"

"No, can't take anymore?" He asks, leaning his head down against your ear.

You're embarrassed to admit he's too big to handle on your first time, but it's the truth. You don't want to overextend yourself just to please him and end up hurting yourself.

"You can move, just…not too much. Please."

Jungkook nods, "Whatever you want, angel."

He pulls his hips back and rocks himself back in, being sure to ask if you're okay with his pace. Once you confirm you feel fine and want him to keep going, he continues his movements; his eager hips snapping against yours and his cock hitting your G-spot with each deep stroke. You feel like you're on cloud nine, hands tangled in his hair as he swallows your moans.

That unfamiliar feeling from earlier returns; you feel it through your entire body this time. A moan of his name escaping your lips lets him know you're close. How he can always sense these things is beyond you; it's not worth overthinking. 

"Close?" He asks, and you nod frantically.

Jungkook picks up his speed slightly, careful not to overwhelm you, but just enough to reach your climax, until finally, the bundle of nerves in your abdomen snaps, and your back is arching off the mattress as you come around his cock.

He's only a few seconds behind with his orgasm, erupting in a loud grunt when he finally reaches it. The two of you lay in silence for a moment before Jungkook finally pulls out of you and slides the condom off, tying it in a knot and tossing it into his trash bin.

"Are you okay?" He asks for what feels like the millionth time.

"I'm fine." You respond, and it isn't a lie. Physically, you feel terrific; mentally, it was an entirely different story. "Are you?"

"I'm good, I'm good."

As much as you would love to lay naked with Jungkook in his bed for the rest of the night, you know Somi will be home anytime soon. "I think I'm gonna go wash up."

He nods, crawling under his covers once you stand from his bed, tugging your skirt to its proper length as you search for your remaining clothing. "Oh, it's um…your shirt, it's over there." Jungkook awkwardly gestures towards a pile of clothing by the end of his bed.

Almost as quickly as you shred yourself of them, you snatch your clothing and bundle them up against your chest. 

"Listen, I know right now isn't really ideal, but I meant what I said about liking you, and really think we should talk." He says nervously, barely even able to look at you.

You almost want to laugh at how cute he is; instead, you agree to talk to him about it soon. You're about to head out into the hallway when Jungkook reminds you about your charging phone over by his desk.

You retrieve it and scan the area again, ensuring you haven't left anything else behind. When everything seems clear, you stand upright, but your eyes fall toward the trash bin near his window with the discarded condom. You're embarrassed to even look at it until you realize something seems off. It looks…empty. 

Now, you're no sex expert, but imagine that if Jungkook had finished, there'd be something to show for it in the condom. Right?

Did he fake his orgasm? Was this another one of his fucked up mind games you'd been subjected to? 

You don't know what to think as you step into the bathroom; your emotions are all over the place, and all you really want to do is go home. But you promised Somi you'd be here when she returns, so you stay.

The next time a Jeon sibling asks if you're okay is twenty minutes later when Somi finally arrives and asks why your eyes are so watery.

"I'm fine." You respond, and you're lying for the first time that night.

#bts #bts imagines #bts smut #bts x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook imagine #jungkook scnenario #jungkook smut #kpop imagine #kpop smut #kpop scenario

[jules-loves-lukecastellan]

| luke castellan x fem! daughter of poseidon! reader

౨ৎ warnings ౨ৎ: none i think

౨ৎ summary ౨ৎ: luke and [reader] go on a secret date, only to be caught by annabeth, percy, and grover

౨ৎ PART 2 OUT NOW ౨ৎ

“I thought this place was secret..”

“where’re you going anyways at 10:00 am on a random tuesday??”

percy asked, giving a very confused look, mostly because, you’re never up at 10:00 am or ever putting this much effort into making sure your shirt looks good enough.

“percy, i’m not going anywhere. i just decided to.. put a little more effort in today i guess.”

you said with glowing cheeks, thinking of luke. percy doesn’t seem to convinced and was about to say something else, but you quickly beat him to it, to avoid other integrations.

“are you sure my shirt looks good?” “should i opt for the baggier jeans or keep these flared ones on?”

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it was a sunny day for camp half blood. perfect for a picnic or maybe even a secret date..

as you exited your cabin, ready to spend some much needed time with your favorite boy ever, you were stopped by annabeth. don’t get me wrong, you love annabeth. but right now, you wanted some alone time with luke.

“hey y/n! i wanted to ask if you could help me work on some new sparring skills? i was going to ask luke but i can’t seem to find him anywhere.” annabeth asked with a hopeful look in her eyes.

you hesitated in saying it, but you couldn’t ever turn down helping someone. “sure annie. why not” you said with a bit of a forced smile.

as she showed you the moves she’s been working on, you correct her on her form and where she would be exposed to the enemy. this goes on for about 20 minutes until grover walks by and starts talking to annabeth about something.

you use this opportunity to quietly slip away to finally see luke. all you wanted to do was kiss him and hug him and do everything affectionate with him because you felt like you haven’t seen him in forever (you haven’t seen him for like a day).

as you brush through the sharp pine needles and itchy bushes, you finally catch a glimpse of the boy you fell in love with when you were 14.

you see him laying down on a blanket, with his elbows propping him up. you sneak up behind him and put your hands over his eyes.

“guess who!” you say lightly laughing as he guesses stupid answers like “Chiron” or “Percy”.

as you remove your hands from his eyes he gets up and immediately kiss you all over your cheeks, nose, forehead, and finally your lips.

“hey, i’ve missed you so much.” luke says with love laced in his eyes.

“not as much as i’ve missed you.” “i have to tell you all about the morning i’ve had just to get here!” you exclaimed with a smile as you both sit down, hand in hand.

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some time has passed. about an hour or so. your head is on luke’s shoulder as he’s telling you all about how his week has been and how much he’s missed you (even though you two saw each other literally the day before).

in the middle of talking, you decided to just kiss him because well, you love him and this is one of the only times you got to spend time with him alone. as you’re both ahem.. making out, you hear footsteps, but you don’t think much of it.

until you hear a percy yelling “WHY ARE YOU MAKING OUT WITH MY HALF-SISTER?!?!!” as grover catches up with percy, panting. and annabeth removes her hat, “percy! you ruined our cover you seaweed brain.”

“well sorry that i’m freaked out that luke is making out with my sister!! we’re lucky we didn’t get here later..”

as both you and luke just sit there dumbfounded, you finally decide to speak up. “ok why are you all here??” percy replies back very sassily “oh missy that’s the least of your problems.”

you roll your eyes as one of the more mature ones respond (annabeth) “well after grover finished talking to me, i saw that you weren’t with me anymore and also judging how luke wasn’t where he usually is either, i got a little fishy. so i grabbed percy and grover and went off.”

percy is just glaring at luke. like staring daggers into him. luke is just sheepishly smiling as he lays his head on your shoulder kissing it. as you both hear percy lecturing you on how it’s not ok to sneak around and such, annabeth and grover just sit there laughing as you and luke just keep playfully rolling your eyes and being dramatic with your responses like “oh i’m so sorry percy! i won’t ever do this again!”

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as you walk back to your cabin, percy in the middle of you and luke, you’re thinking all about how much you’ve fallen for luke and how excited you are to build your future with him (oop).

and as all three of you walk toward the poseidon cabin, you mouth to luke “stay outside for a minute”. you and percy walk inside and you make up some excuse to go back out there.

you go back outside where luke still is and you hug him around his waist. “that date was fun.. until.. yknow” you said laughing.

he rests his chin on the top of your head, and laughs. “yea. i always love spending time with my sunshine.” he says as he kisses the top of your head and pulls away.

you smile and look at his left eye, his lips, then to his right eye (triangle method lol). you lean in and kiss his soft lips as his arms find their way to your waist and yours to his neck. as you both pull away, foreheads touching, luke whispers with a smile,

“my cabin. 10:30 pm. make sure percy’s asleep.” you lightly laugh and pull away going into your cabin. as luke is about to walk to his counselor duties, he sees percy in the window giving him the death glare. he flinches and he awkwardly smiles and walks backwards until percy walks away from the window.

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౨ৎ a/n ౨ৎ-(PT2??) first imagine done! i really hope u liked this one. pls request some!! i love writing for our fav evil boyfriend lol. and give me feedback! i’m new to this whole “imagines” thing haha <3 (btw idk how to put my requests thing on so just pm me with them🫶🏻🫶🏻)

-jules🎀

#lukecastellan #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #percyjackson #percy jackson x reader #pjo x reader #pjoverse #pjo series #annabeth #grover #luke castellan x reader #x reader #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #pjo tv show #charlie bushnell #siblings #protective brother #poseidon #luke castellan #child of hermes #hermes #child of poseidon

[iceandpeaches]

hi idk if you know the summer i turned pretty but there’s a scene where a character says “My chest physically hurts not being able to tell her how. much I love her” and I can just imagine luke being in love with a poseidon!daughter where her dad doesn’t approve of anyone for her. He tells percy about his chest hurting and will catch glimpses of Luke actually placing a hand on his chest whenever percy’s sister is around or walks away 😫😫😫 bonus if he actually PRAYS to poseidon angst but fluff ughhh

oh anon you cooked… the praying to poseidon part made my own chest hurt hurt.. i'm kinda familiar with tsitp but i never watched it.. sorry this is kinda long!! i hope this was good🙈🙈🙈

my chest hurts; luke castellan

for years, luke had been hopelessly in love with you. from the moment you step foot at camp after being attacked, he knew he wouldn’t love anybody other than you. he was excited he could spend time with you while you were still unclaimed, but upset when you were claimed by poseidon. he couldn’t spend every moment with you anymore, by your side, your best friend. 

he was devasted that he couldn’t see you from the moment he woke up till the moment he fell asleep. with you now residing in the quiet and slightly eery poseidon cabin, you were only part of his dreams if the gods allowed it.

and with poseidon being your father, he wanted to be in your life. which meant that with you and percy, he wanted to keep his children safe from the world and people that could harm you. which is why, poseidon declared to deny any boy who asked for his blessing to date you. upon hearing such, luke never gave up hope. he’d find a way to persuade your father, somehow. 

luke headed to your cabin to look for you, walking in since he knew it would be open. it wasn’t like there were hundreds of kids running in and out all day. 

“hey y/n– oh. is she not here?”

luke glanced down at your younger brother, sat by the body of water that sat in the middle of your cabin. poseidon kids. 

“yeah she’s.. mad at me right now. she went for a swim.”

“oh. then i’ll wait for her to come back.”

luke sat by percy, fingers tapping against the area that held a pool of water. he got bored after a while, turning to percy he stared out into the opening of the cabin door. 

“hey percy.. could i tell you something?”

“yeah, what’s up?”

“it’s just.. i want to be with y/n. i think about her all the time. and it hurts, like my chest physically hurts. to be able to tell her that i’m in love with her.”

luke gripped his shirt, thinking about every moment you smiled at him, laughed at his jokes, your eyes lighting up everytime you mention something about the water or going for a late night swim, every hug, everything you did. there was something so special about you, and he wanted you to know how special you were to him. percy watched as his friend’s grip tightened on a portion of his clothing, brows creased into a frown. 

an hour or so passed, and you’d come back from your cool off swim. luke’s lips curled into a gentle smile, noticing that your hair was wet which emphasised the curls in your hair. your expression brightened upon seeing luke, your towel wrapped around your shoulders.

“luke! what are you doing here?”

“well, you’re late.”

“to?”

“bracelet making with the hermes cabin.. duh! only the best cabin ever.”

you refrained from laughing, patting him on the back. you nod in acknowledgment, grabbing a fresh camp tee and a pair of shorts to slip into running toward the bathrooms to go change. luke smiled, feeling pressure in his chest again which caused him to grip his shirt as he followed behind you. 

for the next few days, luke’s chest hurt more than it usually did. for after every interaction with you, he had to take a moment to himself to breathe it out. several times percy had caught him with a hand on his chest whenever you’d walk away to tend to another camper’s needs. luke could’ve sworn he felt raindrops and thunder every now and then, hoping it wasn’t poseidon angry at him or something. 

luke tossed and turned in bed, the thought of you still fresh in his mind. you never left his mind, all he thought about was you. he slipped out of his bunk, then out a window to find a spot to burn an offering – not to his father, but yours. he lit a match, putting in into his tin can then burning away a piece of bread he had wanted to finish off in the morning which he’d miss most.

he watched the bread burn, tossing it into the small tin can. he fiddled with the drawstring of his hoodie, thinking of what he’d like to say as a prayer to your father.

“hi mr poseidon. i am luke castellan. son of.. hermes. i.. i don’t know how to explain this.”

he fumbled with his words, his mind incapable of configuring sentences he would’ve formerly said to the poseidon. it was messing with his brain. 

“i like your daughter. and i know that, you’d want her to have a guy good enough for her. i may not be that guy but.. i was hoping.. am i saying that right? uh.. i’m seeking for your blessing to, give me a shot?”

“i want to be that guy for her. i’ll take care of your daughter with my life, i’ll be there for her when no one else can. i promise, sir. i’ll love her, comfort her, take her side no matter what…”

he gulped, the flame dancing as he spoke. he wasn’t sure if poseidon would hear into his concerns, but it was worth trying. he hesitated to seal his promise, but he loved you. he’d do anything for you.

“sir, i’ll take good care of her. i promise.”

it almost sounded too desperate. luke blew out the flame, heading back to his cabin to not get caught by harpies. his heartfelt confession made his burden slightly lighter, actually being able to sleep this time.

"luke castellan, son of hermes. i've heard your prayer."

huh? who was that? luke opened his eyes, seeing the god of the seas in front of him. he swallowed the lump in his throat, bowing down only to feel poseidon's hand on his shoulder.

"will you keep to your promise? everything you said?"

luke glanced up at the god, nodding. yes. everything he said in his prayer. he'd keep to his promise. poseidon was staring him down, luke slightly intimidated by the death glare the god was giving him. the god's eyes reminded him of your eyes, every wave reflected in them.

"yes, sir. i will keep to my promise."

"how will i know for sure?"

huh? luke thought he'd made it clear with his intentions. but then he remembered – poseidon would deny him. poseidon would've never cared what luke had said in prayer, poseidon already deemed him unfit (like any other man) to date his daughter.

"but si–"

"you already know what i'm going to say, luke castellan."

"sir plea–"

luke woke up sweating. he looked around as he caught his breath, was that real? or was that all a dream? did poseidon really visit him in his dream? his chest hurt. his chest ached. his chest felt it was burning. for all he knew, he might've just lost his chance to love you. he didn't know if he could leave his cabin when morning came, he just wanted to disappear.

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan oneshot #luke castellan x fem!reader #luke castellan angst #charlie bushnell #pjo luke #luke pjo #peach's fics

[slaybestieslay946]

omg I LOVED the dad!luke one you did!! I was wondering if you could do another future au with Poseidon daughter!reader? Maybe like Percy visiting is (half) nieces and nephews?

thanks sm for your request!! this is such a cute idea i hope i did it justice!

MASTERLIST

Blue Pasta

word count: 900

pairing: luke castellan x poseidon!reader

warnings: none!

a/n: down horrendous for luke cooking like OMFGG

“Luke, Y/N, we’re here!” A chirpy voice called out from the hall, and almost immediately you could hear the sounds of scurrying feet and paws rushing to meet the two demigods. 

You abandoned your spot on the sofa to walk down the hall, smiling as you watched your brother interact with his nephew. You  knew you should probably go and save Percy from the attack of your young son and a labrador, but the sight was just too adorable. 

Annabeth quickly noticed your presence, grinning brightly as she stepped towards you, wrapping her arms around your middle for a hug, just like she had when she was a kid. Now she was just as tall as you, but still hugging you like she was ten. 

“How’ve you been?” She asked, stepping away. 

“Busy.” You laughed, “Apparently the second one’s supposed to be easier. Complete lie.” 

She laughed in return, and it appeared Percy only just noticed you were standing right there, letting go of James for a moment to greet you. 

“Is this really how you treat your only sister?” You remarked, looking sternly up at him. 

“Sorry, but we all know I prefer hanging out with James.” He shrugged, and the young boy giggled mischievously from beside him. 

“Yes, yes I know.” You then began to move back down the hallway, unable to tame your smile at the sound of your brother entertaining his nephew. He’d make a great dad someday, you were sure of it. 

As you entered the kitchen, you couldn’t help but break into an even wider smile at the sight of your husband, wearing a stupid apron you’d gotten him that said, “I love my wife.” 

When he caught sight of you all, he put down the bowl of cake mix he was holding and stepped around the kitchen counter, holding out his arms to embrace Annabeth, the girl he called his younger sister. 

You watched as he gave her a quick squeeze on the shoulder before moving onto Percy. 

“Hey Perce.” He said, tugging your brother in for a hug by his outstretched hand and clapping him on the back. 

“Good to see you man.” Percy responded, before looking down at his apron, “Damn, she’s got you whipped hasn’t she?” 

“Damn right.” Luke declared, moving over to pull you into his side and plant a kiss into your hair.

He then returned to his baking, and all the adults stood for a while in the kitchen, conversing about one thing or the next. Annabeth’s new job, James’ school, typical ‘adult stuff’ that your son didn’t find particularly enthusing. 

You spotted him whispering to Percy about how they should go out and play in the garden. The pair then turned to you for permission, to which you rolled your eyes before nodding. 

You decided to follow after them, leaving Annabeth and Luke to catch up in the kitchen. You then picked up Violet from her cot and slipped on your garden shoes and entered the warm spring air.

Your brother and his nephew were in the centre of the small garden, kicking around a football and playfully attempting to score against one another. Percy kept up a running commentary the whole time, his little jokes here and there never failing to make James laugh. He also peppered in bits of praise about the boy's skill, leading your son onto a long rant about what he had learned in soccer practice that week. 

Percy nodded along, asking questions animatedly, and you could tell he really did care. It warmed your heart to watch, and sometimes you wondered how you had all ended up here, able to carve out a space for yourselves after such troubled beginnings. 

You and Luke had started a family, Percy was training to become a teacher, and Annabeth was on her way to becoming a world-renowned architect. Somehow, everything had worked out the way it was supposed to. 

Eventually the two boys tired of their games, James slumping down on the grass to catch his breath, and Percy coming to sit beside you. 

“Hey.” He said quietly, looking down at Violet almost in awe. 

“You wanna hold her?” You offered, holding out the bundle in your arms. 

He nodded quickly, taking her off you and cradling her in his arms. 

“She looks so much like you.” He whispered, rocking the girl quietly, not taking his eyes off her tiny face.

You’d never really thought about it before, but he was right. You could tell James was Luke’s, that curly brown hair was almost unmistakeable, but looking at her now it was so clear that Violet was yours. She had the same eyes that you saw in the mirror everyday. 

You turned back to Percy, who had tears in his eyes, and from the look on his face you could tell it was from pride, pride that him and his sister had managed to carve out these lives for themselves. 

“Are you about to cry on me, Perce?” You asked, not unkindly. 

“Nope!” He laughed, shaking his head. 

You looked back at your little brother, the one you had welcomed into cabin 3 all those years ago, the one you would die for in a heartbeat, and the one that would do the same for his family, and you knew you also felt so much pride. 

“C’mon.” You nudged, brushing away the tears in your own eyes, “It’s time for dinner. I got Luke to make blue pasta for you specially.”

#luke castellan x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #writing #luke castellan #pjo #x reader #fanfic #fluff

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

Hi I love all your works and I’m a big fan!!! I wanted to request a leo x hermes reader where the stolls and chris are being overprotective of there sister after she starts seeking around with leo 👀. Hope you have a great day thank you so much <3

⋆⭒˚.⋆ leo valdez x daughter of hermes! reader hcs

content: leo valdez x daughter of hermes! reader hcs warning: language but that's it!! author's note: as always, i stay on the hermes kids are good candid photographers grind. if i ever DONT mention that in an child of hermes reader anything, that is not me yall that is some imposter frfr. also thought i was gonna despise these but kinda fell in love frfr

you were bound to run into your brother's friends at some point

camp really isn't that big

and to say the son of hephaestus hadn't caught your eye would be a complete and utter lie

you guys first met following an amazing prank on the nike cabin, all their prized nike shoes replaced with stinky adidas

leo and your brothers came barreling into the hermes cabin to hide from the fuming children of victory, leo crashing straight into you with an 'oof'

he caught you before you could go plummeting to the ground, his adhd instincts taking over as he looped an arm around your waist and pressed the other against your back

his chest was heaving from the running but the moment he looked into your eyes, it started heaving from the rapid rate his heart was racing at

you and leo stayed like this for a few moments, frozen in love

until connor and travis cleared their throats and leo was instantly pulling his hands back, offering you a small head nod before turning to your brothers and changing the topic

your eyes stayed on leo, who shot a wink over his shoulder as he walked over with your brothers

you were basically swooning

but you knew your brothers would have your ass if you so much as thought about dating leo

and boy were you thinking about it

leo must have been thinking about it too

as a few days later, a note was slipped into your hand at the bonfire, a simple request to meet him behind the bleachers of the amphitheater

and you were just a girl, eagerly excusing yourself from your brothers and racing to the spot, smashing into leo and his lovely lips there

you and leo snuck around after that, which you were more than happy to do

the daughter of hermes not interested in lying and sneaking out??? those girl's dont exist lmao

and leo had gotten very used to quickly diving under your bed, fiddling with the springs of the mattress under there until your brothers finally left

though, with every passing day, your brothers were growing suspicious

they knew all the ways to sneak out of cabin eleven too

and they knew when you lied, your fingers tapped to a strange rhythm, a sad tic for a child of thievery to have

so, knowing it was basically your diary, they stole your digital camera

they had to do it while you were sleeping and even that was a struggle as you always slept with it under your pillow

which made sense as you were surrounded by thieves who were always eager to read your digital diary

but, with the help of quite a couple the kids that were bribed with candy from the camp store, they managed to free it from under your pillow.

the stolls and chris ran away, giving themselves a head start just in case you woke up

then they started scrolling through the camera's storage, not finding anything too juicy yet

pictures of you attempting to climb the rock wall and ultimately failing

pictures of percy and annabeth laughing fondly at the poseidon table, which you were sure to print out and gift to the couple

pictures of some flowers that the demeter had gifted to you for stealing some chips from the camp store for them

pictures of leo-

wait, pictures of leo???

strange, but nothing to phone home about, the boys thought, scrolling a little more before halting on a picture of you sitting in leo's lap, your lips slotted against his

the three of them stood in shock, just staring at the picture for a moment before looking up at each other and coming to a silent agreement

the next morning, leo woke up to the laughter of his siblings and a mirror being shoved in his face

proudly printed on his forehead in sharpie were the words 'sister fucker' and other similar things all over his body

he had to wear a hat and long sleeves that day, chiron sure to kick him out if he walked around with those words on his face

and the stolls with chris stood proudly at their table as leo walked up to them, asking him why he was wearing a sweater in 100 degree summer heat

"you know why, you little shits."

"big talk coming from the guy dating our sister behind our backs," chris bit out, glaring at the son of hephaestus

"wait- what?" you asked through a bite of your bagel, looking between your brothers and leo in confusion before it clicked and you sharpened your eyes on your brothers

"YOU STOLE MY CAMERA, YOU FUCK NUTS!" you shouted, jumping up to your feet and slapping your hands against the table

"YOU'RE DATING OUR FRIEND?? IT CALLED FOR DRASTIC MEASURES-"

"I'LL SHOW YOU DRASTIC MEASURES!! IM GONNA GUT YOU THREE!! HOPE YOU LIKE THE UNDERWORLD, GET BACK HERE!!" you shouted, chasing after your brothers, who were calling back stupid excuses.

"THEY ALSO DREW ON ME IN MY SLEEP!!" leo called, ever the instigator, smiling proudly to himself as he watched you chase your brothers around.

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez

[forasecondtherewedwon]

a tall, tall tale no one believes

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians Pairing: Sally/Poseidon Rating: M Word Count: 875

Summary: How do I feel? she asked, and he told her, weak in all his strength, Wet.

Sally can’t sink, which is a strange trade-off for raising her little boy alone, but it’s just a fact of her life. The ocean bears her up. At the cottage, she rinses vegetables in a colander in the sink and, if her hands dip in to agitate some brussels sprouts, the water floats them to the top, refusing to sieve through the holes, refusing physics, cradling the back of her hands. Her fingertips never prune.

It’s the same in her apartment’s bathtub, the Finger Lakes, the model boat pond in Central Park. Percy isn’t sure about it, only four, but she helps him set his boat on the still water. The moment Sally slips her hand beneath the surface, a current propels the boat along. Her son is surprised and delighted. She wonders whether Poseidon can see, whether the water is a two-way glass, whether he feels any paternal instincts that aren’t too supernatural to put in a parenting book. Regardless, it makes her smile to watch them playing together at the park, the sunshine on Percy’s hair.

She teaches him about it: how wild water and domestic water touch. About rain and rivers, aquifers and Arctic thaw, treatment plants and tap water. How it’s all connected, like her and him. She rubs her thumb across his freckled cheek. All one thing that will always find its way back to each other, to the ocean. Those concepts are so bound up, but Sally doesn’t tell him, not yet. Instead, she laughs when Percy puts his ear to the closed tap and claims he can hear the ocean. Sally, unsinkable, would believe him in a heartbeat, except that he’s giggling the whole time. She tells him, Well, it’s time for bed. Try not to get any perch caught in your toothbrush. He’s at an age now where his end of their make-believe will drop away unexpectedly. Those are freshwater fish, Percy corrects. Her mistake.

Older, and he’s at school. The bathroom is unbeatable for oasis per square foot; it’s where she goes when the apartment is loud, or quiet, or it’s pouring and she’s in a mood that makes her afraid of what the people in the building across from hers will think if she climbs out onto the fire escape and gets too friendly with the rain. In the shower, where the water came from the ocean, sometime, someway, somehow, Sally makes it cry down her body before it returns to his domain. Remember me? is the question she doesn’t speak aloud. Her boyfriend keeps complaining to the super that the pressure’s for shit, that the spray is cloudy, that he gets out of the shower grimier than when he got in. But water pours clear as glass from the head and runs over Sally’s closed eyelids, her parted lips. It’s her lover on her skin, and sometimes she feels crazy for thinking it, but then the water streams along the blue veins visible on the pale parts of her breasts that were (usually) covered during their long summer at the beach, and traces the grooves of stretchmarks in her stomach and thighs, and she’s sure that he’s tracing her, her lines that wind like rivers, her body of water.

She remembers being pregnant with Percy. Back to the cottage, the shoreline in the fog, her hands in the kitchen sink. Oh, she would wade into the shallow water and ache for Poseidon. Her clothes discarded on the sand, Sally would hold her buoyant belly and understand what it felt like to be bigger than the skin that held her. Was that how he felt, when he was there? The size and shape of a man, but so much more? And less? Contained in one form, and then—she would stroke the place where Percy kicked—another.

She remembers before she got pregnant. How do I feel? she asked, and he told her, weak in all his strength, Wet.

Fire and water don’t go together, and that seems cruel, because she’s always sitting in the rain when she misses him most. Matches often won’t stay lit long enough for her to touch them to an offering. Tic Tacs from her purse stick together in her palm as their coating dissolves. A partially eaten granola bar Percy left in her coat pocket goes soggy as its silvery wrapper fizzles away from the weak flame. Cruelest, the toast she burnt by accident in the toaster refuses to catch as she dances fire along the crust on purpose. Some days, it’s more than she feels able to bear.

When she wants to, Sally can dive deep. Down there, it feels like she’s holding her breath longer than most people—most humans—can. It could just be her imagination. She’s not a god.

Water, for her, will never wash things away. It’s a tide, seemingly made up of equal comings and goings at first, but drawing everything in eventually. Her floating is an uninsurable chronic condition. Sally isn’t complaining, she just has to wonder sometimes. About fate. About the urge she has to cup her hands at the mouth of a downspout and splash her face with the draining water. To make him touch her as he passes through.

#my writing #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #PJatO #Sally Jackson #Poseidon #Percy Jackson #Sally x Poseidon #Percy Jackson fic #PJO fic

[posallys]

posally | 600 words

for @chironshorseass and @drewlover because i think they will lose their minds <3

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It was always going to end this way. 

That’s the things about life—the choices you make don’t matter much in the end.

Endings are the only definite parts of life. Everything has an end, everything will take a final breath and exhale aspirations into the air for the last time. Everything fades away until nothing but memories, the ghostly whisperings of what once was, lingers in its place. 

Species go exint, heroes fall, gods vanish, ancient knowledge evaporates.

And this—well, this was always going to end, just like the times before. It was never a question of if, but a question of when. 

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Some think that the hardest part of endings is learning to let go, to realize when it’s time to take a step back and let the fates continue to weave their threads throughout the universe and play your part while the world keeps turning. 

Submitting to the whims of others has never been his strong suit, and yet he’s here, her hand in his, letting fate run its course. 

There are hardly any wires or machines; age, it seems, has simply caught up to her. 

A nurse marks something on her clipboard, then smiles at Sally and says “I’ll leave you and your husband alone, now,” before walking out of the room. 

Sally nods weakly, and Poseidon closes his eyes, squeezing her hand gently. 

She’d been avoiding his eyes until then, but she looks at him—finally looks at him—and her eyes take on a sadness of their own. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” 

He can see his reflection in the glasses that sit on the bridge of her nose, hair greyed and features weathered by time.

Poseidon gives a wry smile. “It wasn’t intentional.” 

She nods again, leaning her head back onto her pillows. “Thank you, anyway. For being here.” 

“I had to give it one last shot.”

And it was worth it, he thinks. Whatever pain her answer may cause him will be worth it just to see the smile on her face and the glint in her eyes and to hear the laugh that manages to bubble out of her. 

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” 

He grins then, a real, genuine smile, and places a hand on her shoulder. Take his shot, he will. “What do you say to one more adventure?” 

Sally’s brow quirks up. “I’m always up for an adventure.” 

His hand slides up to her cheek, and he leans down to place a kiss on her forehead. Then, “Close your eyes, Sal.” 

When she opens them again, it takes a moment for her eyes to adjust. The sun is bright and warm bearing down on them. She’s not in her hospital gown anymore, but rather a flowing white sun dress. Poseidon wraps his arms around her, looking out over the horizon, and for a moment it’s like no time has passed. 

“Sei…” 

He kisses her shoulder. “I could do it.”

“I know.” 

“You deserve to live forever.” 

She shakes her head, blinks, and tilts her chin up. 

“I’ve lived my life.” 

“We could have more, Sal.” 

She turns then, slowly, looking up at him. “Maybe in another life.”

Poseidon nods, smiling sadly. “Maybe in another life.” 

Sally closes her eyes, and when she opens them again she’s back under the harsh lights of the hospital room. 

“Sometimes I wonder what it would’ve been like,” she says after a minute. 

“It would’ve been whatever you wanted it to be.”

“It would’ve been perfect,” she decides. “We would’ve had everything we wanted.”

Despite his best efforts, tears begin to form in his eyes. “Remember that for next time, okay?”

A tear of her own slips down her cheek. “If it’s meant to happen, it’ll happen.”

#el oh el #posally #posally fic #posally drabble #apparently i was in the mood for pain because i hurt myself writing this #pjo #pjo fic #my writing #fic: maybe in another life

[steelcladbutterfly]

Yandere Poseidon

My current longest work to date. There will be a character sheet added shortly, and the link will be added down below for this specific version of Poseidon. (UPDATE: link has now been posted) Obviously, this won’t be fully historically accurate, but then again who looks for complete historical accuracy on a yandere fic.

Character Sheet

The Greek god of the oceans and earthquakes. Also said to be the creator of horses. 

This ended up being 52 pages long and a little over 18,500 words. Hope you enjoy.

The village of Whesprey was a relatively peaceful place that was a few minutes inland from a large beach with white, sandy shores. However, many large rocks were also present, looming up from the ground like the shattered remains of a lost golem. Many even suspected it was such, because of the designs etched all over the surface of every single rock. 

Mist was often present, leaving many travelers spooked when they visited, suddenly having large, jagged rocks appear silently out of the mist in front of them. It was honestly amusing to you. You enjoyed exploring the beach, finding new shells and rocks washed up on the shore, sketching out the designs present on those rocks whenever you were hiding out from any angry villagers, mad at some prank you pulled on them. The other villagers were fine with the beach. They were somewhat superstitious, but no one attempted to stop you from going. 

Of course, Beorn, the owner of the tavern and inn where you worked at as a barmaid and waitress, was always worried you would slip and fall from your reckless behavior. He acted like an overprotective brother or lover and would always clam up and blush if you teased him about his behavior. He was so easily embarrassed, it was always a laughing fit for you compared to the rest of him. Well over six feet tall, with a natural glower and dark eyes and hair to match, he made it incredibly easy to avoid any really bad encounters among the general drunken crowd. Or any of the angry travelers or villagers you had chosen to prank that week.

Cassandra Mitchell, a close friend, was one of the only villagers you had yet to mess with in your pranks. She always seemed to know exactly when, where, and what the prank would be. It was disappointing, but she had a bit of a pranking streak herself, telling you every so often where to set up a trap or what type of ingredient to stealthily slip into a pie. The day when Mrs. Uvaj made lemon pies and you switched out the sugar with salt was a glorious day. The looks on everyone’s faces was priceless. 

Of course, you had instantly given yourself away when you started laughing hysterically and didn’t look like you had eaten a lemon like everyone else did who had tried the pie, leading to a few bumps from Mrs. Uvaj’s ever feared wooden spoons.

It was still worth it, of course. That had also been the day you started listening to all of Cassandra’s suggestions for pranks. And, of course, you were never disappointed. You were actually often doubly lucky due to the open nature of the village, people stopping into kitchens and meals and living rooms to greet each other or have a meal together or just to see what was happening.  Your pranks aside, the nosiness of any neighbor was always satisfied. 

~~~~~ 

“Get back here!” 

You laughed loudly, racing through the street with your bag thumping against your lower back and legs, glancing over your shoulder and smiling teasingly at Ford. He had a pink blush set high on his cheekbones and shaggy hair still slightly damp as he raced after you, even as titters exploded in the crowd around him as they caught sight of his now bright pink hair, previously a ruddy maroon, bobbing about a half a foot above the general public. Not as tall or as broad as Beorn, but just bulky enough to make the pink hair look absolutely more ridiculous on him. It was his own fault of course, allowing you to help him pick out a new shampoo. 

You just hadn’t expected him to use it and come looking for you just as you were passing by on the way to the woods for more kindling. Luckily, Cera had come as well, your fellow worker shaking her head in exasperation when Ford had burst out the door with cheeks as pink as his hair. As you let out a bark of laughter and he immediately lunged at you, she had shouted after you, “I’ll just go on ahead!” 

You had waved at her as you danced out of Ford’s reach and took off down the street with him in fast pursuit. Even with the crowd and the laughter, Ford doggedly pursues you even as you watched, with fascination, from the corner of your eyes as his blush spread down his cheeks and over his neck. “You’re not likely to catch me any time soon Ford! Are you sure you don’t want to just give up?” 

You snickered and sped up, breaking through the last of the crowd, loud laughter and the stomping on cobblestones changing to grass and dirt and the muted thumping of feet on the terrain. You were heading towards the beach by this time, hoping for enough mist and a lucky break to leap up on one of the rocks and evade capture. If you were captured, he’d likely change your hair to an equally embarrassing color in retaliation. 

Your highly structured and well thought out, not really, code of pranking would crumble if you let that happen. Or, at least, you would then have to suffer the same humiliation until the dye wore out. And, of course, that’s humiliating. Beorn would laugh at you. So would Cassandra. And while you didn’t mind being the butt of someone’s joke, the idea of staying as it for more than a few days wasn’t your idea of a good time. 

You perked up upon seeing the beach, only to become disappointed when you could clearly see the ocean glittering in the distance. After all, if you could see the ocean from here, it meant there certainly wasn’t a lot, if any, mist for you to hide in. Darn, guess you’ll just have to climb the rocks and hope Ford gives up after awhile. 

As you went to do that, out of the corner of your eyes, you noticed a prone form. Stopping abruptly, you let out a huff as Ford bowled into you and then, promptly let out a wheeze as the force knocked you over and him on top of you. “Get offa me!” 

Ford scrambled off with a smirk but, just as he opened his mouth for a smug comment, you scurried over to the form you had seen. 

“Hey! I was just about to...” 

Ford jogged over, already ready to complain, but had trailed off as he saw the man on the ground. “What the hell happened?” 

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t know dingus, maybe your hair surprised him so much he had a heart attack and died.” 

“Really?” 

“No!” 

“Well, what happened then?!” 

“I don’t know! But yelling about it sure isn’t going to do anything to help!” 

He pouted at that, but quieted down. After making sure he wasn’t going to say anything else, and also silently cheering that he likely forgot about dying your hair in revenge, you inspected the man. You were certainly no doctor, even if many of your stunts ended with you getting your scrapes and bumps checked out by Mr. Ava after Beorn threw up enough of a fuss about your injury of the day, but the man looked to have near fatal wounds. 

He was likely washed up onto the shore, which explained a lack of old crusted over blood, but the gore filled sight of deep lacerations in his arms and legs, with a gaping wound on his side, deep enough to expose the rise and fall of his rib cage and a few glints of bone was more than enough to make you queasy. The choked sound from over your shoulder and the sound of a hand slapping over a mouth, likely to prevent himself from throwing up, indicated Ford felt the same way. You grew worried, noticing the ashen pallor of the man’s face and the black strands of his hair sticking, partly from sea water and partly from sweat, to his pain filled face. The gash to his side likely didn’t help him with breathing either. 

“This is bad,” you stated worriedly, “We need to get this guy some help and fast. Ford, run back to town and get Mr. Ava, a stretcher, and anyone able bodied enough to lift it with this guy on it. If you hurry, Cera may still be in town.” 

When he hesitated and the man you were trying to set into a more comfortable position let out a weak groan of pain, you snapped at Ford. 

“Hurry!” 

That did the trick. He bolted off like a startled deer, bounding off back in the direction of town. You watched him for a few moments, before a slight movement and a sudden, light squeeze of your hand brought you back to the man. He was looking up at you, bright aquamarine orbs peeking up at you from between dark lashes and squinted eyelids. 

“Ah, don’t move too much, you’ll aggravate your wounds!”

You quickly settled him back down when he tried to shift his body upwards. You kept him there, when he parted his lips and spoke in a cracked and raspy voice that was most likely indicative of dehydration or heat exhaustion.

“Where am I? Are you the one who saved me?” 

You snorted lightly, reaching into your bag for the water skin you always kept for trips out of the village.

“No, I just found you stranded in this beach, but don’t worry, help is coming! You’re lucky you got washed ashore here, you’re only a few minutes away from my village, Whesprey.” 

The look he gave you as you held the water skin up to his mouth was weird. His eyes crinkled as he gave you a dopey grin that didn’t completely fit the rest of his striking features. He looked a bit like a puppy getting a treat for the first time, not very dignified whatsoever.

“But you did save me, angelfish. You’re here now, aren’t you? You could have just left me.” 

You blinked, but smiled even as you gave a huff of amusement as you tilted the container slightly, allowing some water to trickle down his parched throat. 

“Anyone could have stopped and helped. I mean, most people don’t just see a heavily injured person lying on the ground in an out of the way location and pass them by without a moment’s hesitation. Common decency and caring for one another is a thing after all. Now be quiet, you’ll choke if you try to drink while speaking.” 

Frowning, you glance down worriedly over the man’s wounds once more, noticing welts and bruises alongside the open lacerations slowly oozing out blood. You kept him as still as you could, mentally noting down all the injuries you could see and slowly giving him more water for another ten minutes before you heard the sound of footfalls and the rustling of plants from behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you noted Ford’s pink hair  bobbing up and down at the lead, followed closely by Beorn, Mr. Ava, the Mitchell twins, and Cera. 

You were relieved to see them, but you were curious about how Ford had managed to convince the twins to help. Both men usually tried to stay away from work, preferring to laze around and flirt with any pretty travelers passing through. Personally, you would have just used any blackmail you had on them to get them to do something. Either that or convince them to help you with a prank, only to trick them into doing some work. 

However, your answer quickly arrived as Rion looked over the man, stating, “You were right Ford, he is awfully pretty looking. Don’t you agree Raymond?” 

Raymond agreed with his brother of course, nodding in agreement. You deadpanned at Ford as he chuckled nervously. “What? It was the only way I could think of to get them to help.” 

Mr. Ava had pushed his way to the front by then, slowly kneeling down beside you, as the others unfurled the stretcher Beorn had carried through the woods. “What’s his status currently?” he asked you quietly. 

“Well, you can obviously see all the injuries, but he also appears to be having trouble breathing, he likely has heat exhaustion, and I’m pretty sure some of his injuries came from being knocked against things. He appears to have washed ashore, so who knows how long it’s been since he landed here or even when he was first injured.” 

Mr. Ava hummed in acknowledgement as his eyes flitted over the wounds and the curious look in the man’s eyes as he watched everything unfold around him. “He seems to still have most of his wits about him, so I’d like to bring him to my clinic before I start any procedures. Ford, the foolish boy, pulled me away before I could grab my medical bag.” 

You snickered. Ford making a fool out of himself even now was hilarious. Of course, you quickly stopped as you were swiftly whacked across the head. “Now, now young (Y/n). No need to laugh at the poor boy. I’m sure he’ll be getting plenty of that already from that pink hair you gave him.” 

You pouted, rubbing the back of your head lightly, noticing that the man had tensed up slightly when you had gotten whacked. “Boo, you’re no fun. And how did you even know that was me? Any number of people could have done it.” 

At the dry look he shot you, you smiled. “Yeah, yeah. I know. I’m the only one who would do it.” 

The man looked ready to say something, but Rion quickly interrupted him. “Oi, old man! We’re ready over here!” 

Mr. Ava glanced over, asking him to bring it over. You backed up a few steps to allow them to carefully maneuver the man onto the stretcher and lift him up. You aimed to walk ahead to help clear the way, but a sudden tug at your hand stopped you. You glanced down, seeing a large, tan hand enveloping your own. You followed the arm up to meet pleading, aquamarine eyes.

“Please.” 

You hesitated for a moment, but seeing as the man didn’t seem likely to let go of your hand anytime soon, you acquiesced to his mostly silent request. Beorn frowned slightly at your entwined hands, but said nothing of it, his hands tightening slightly on his handle of the stretcher. The walk back into town stayed mostly silent, with only a few scattered conversations among the twins, Ford, Cera, and Mr. Ava. The man squeezed your hand lightly loosening and tightening his grip with a faraway look in his eyes. He seemed like he had something he wanted to say, but wasn’t sure how to phrase it. 

This continued until you reached town, where the crowds parted, murmuring amongst themselves as the stretcher bearing the wounded man passed by. At this point, the grip on your hand tightened considerably and didn’t loosen. Looking down, you were somewhat surprised to see him almost glaring at the crowds around him. A great hatred of crowds you supposed. You squeezed his hand lightly in return, startling him out of his hard stare at a handful of tittering ladies, Mrs. Uvaj among them. He looked up at you and you smiled at him in return. 

Your smile twitched somewhat as a look of wonder filled his face, uncertain about why that look had appeared. At this point, you had arrived at your destination. Once inside he was placed down on a cot. Cera left, stating she needed to get started on collecting firewood, Ford raced off, likely to try to find something to get the dye out of his hair faster, and the Mitchell twins were pulled away by the group of women who likely wanted their fill on who the stranger was. 

Beorn waited for a moment in the doorway as Mr. Ava asked him if he would be willing to put the man up in a spare room at the inn, or in the worker’s quarters. “Well, I suppose it would be no problem, but why?” 

“If he stays here, those darned ladies will be waiting at the door, tittering and gossiping away, staring at the man. That’ll only distract me from my patients, including him. I still obviously need to fix him up, but if you could put him up for recovery and until we manage to find where exactly he even came from, that would be extremely helpful. Also, doing it out of the kindness of your heart, you’ll feed him, so I won’t have to worry about buying food for someone else.” 

Beorn let out a huff, but smiled slightly. “There’s the real reason. You’re awfully stingy for a doctor, you know.” 

“Oh, I know, I get told that all the time by the missus.” 

“All right, fine. I’ll put him up and feed him during his recovery. Goodbye, Mr. Ava. And, (Y/n), make sure to go help Cera out.” 

You gasped, “How could you Beorn? Assuming I would skip out on my duties simply because of all of this.” 

At the looks both men leveled you, you deflated and pouted slightly. “I’ll get to it.” 

You sighed and moved to follow Beorn’s retreating back, but was stopped by the hand still gripping onto yours. You glanced back at the man who was now looking at you earnestly. “Your name is (Y/n), right? I’m Poseidon. Will I be able to see you again?” 

You blinked, surprised by how fervent he was. “...I suppose,” you started hesitantly, “I will likely be staying in a room close to yours considering I work there, so it shouldn’t be too hard to cut out some time to spend with you.” 

His grip on your hand loosened as the newly dubbed Poseidon smiled brilliantly up at you. You managed to slip your appendage out of his grasp just in time to be ushered out of the room by Mr. Ava. Just before you ducked out of the room, you paused to throw back over your shoulder, “It was nice meeting you, Poseidon.” 

With that, you were fully ejected from the clinic. 

~~~~~ 

The crisp sound of an axe biting into the wood of a tree sounded rhythmically through the air as you jogged through the forest. Collecting wood with Cera was always fun. She was usually the one cutting down the trees and you collected the chopped up wood. You may not be looking for a relationship with her, but her flexing muscles as she lifted and swung the axe certainly didn’t leave you complaining. 

As you arrived, she halted the swing of the axe for a moment, looking over her shoulder. “Good, you’re here. Collect that pile will you?” 

Your shoulders slumped as you looked over at the large pile of already chopped wood. Sighing and rolling up your sleeves, you started collecting the wood scattered in the pile into one of the two wheelbarrows that had been lugged out into the woods. You respected Cera, continuing with her job with no complaints even after you had been chased away by Ford and had helped carry Poseidon into town. 

The chopping sound continued for some time as you lugged the pieces of wood, one after the other. Then, Cera’s voice pierced the semi peaceful silence. “So, what was with that man anyway? Did you find out where he came from? Or what happened to him?” 

You glanced up and caught your breath, before answering. “I don’t know yet. He gave me his name before I left, but that’s the only thing I got before I was shooed out by Mr. Ava.”

Cera paused, her dark green, gold rimmed eyes taking you in steadily. “Hmm,” she hummed noncommittally before continuing chopping, “I suppose he was heavily injured. I just don’t like a stranger arriving out of nowhere with no real reason for why they arrived.” 

You snorted at that, before full out laughing. “Well, that’s just like you Cera, always suspicious of those you don’t know.” 

“I prefer cautious. And you are also the same as always. Easily amused.” 

You laughed again at that. “Ha! You’re not wrong!” 

The banter continued for some time as the two of you finished collecting the wood and picked up the handles of the wheelbarrows to begin the slow journey back to the village. 

~~~~~ 

Once back in town, you distributed one barrel full of wood to the townsfolk, popping in for a brief moment in each house to put a few logs in their own pile of firewood. Doing so at Mr. Ava’s clinic showed him with blood coated forearms and Poseidon knocked out cold either from a sleep agent or from the pain. Or both. 

After the distribution was finished, the other wheelbarrow trundled over to the inn’s stable to drop off the wood for all the rooms in the inn, as well as for the large fireplace contained within the walls of the tavern. It was set up behind the small stage, so during winter, whoever was performing would be silhouetted by the flames. It often provided many of the performers with dramatic lighting. The musicians usually complained about some ash getting caught inside their instruments though. 

The tavern was most often filled in the mornings and evenings with people, as travelers were served a complimentary breakfast if they stayed at least a night, and evenings brought entertainment and the flow of alcohol, drawing in travelers and locals alike. Most nights were relatively peaceful, but the nights with rousing entertainment usually lead to a slip in inhibitions, leading to raucous drunks with no problem trying to slap your ass when you went by. 

Apparently, you pranced about, bouncing a little more than walking, when you were on duty for serving and that drew their eyes. Of course, Beorn, and Cera for that matter, managed to stop most of the handsy drunks, but the more persistent needed a little more scaring. And the really persistent were often thrown out and found passed out near the door in the morning. Of course, you usually just laughed it off, as easily amused by that as any of your pranks, much like Cera had said earlier. 

Arriving at the back door that lead into the kitchens of the tavern, you parted ways with Cera, her heading back into the main avenue of the village with a list of ingredients, while you headed in through the kitchens, waving at the cooks and heading into the side door from there that lead down a hallway for any workers that would choose to live there. Most had homes of their own, but a few chose to stay. The assistant cooks often stayed to be ready for early mornings learning under the head chef and older, more experienced cooks. Beorn owned the entire establishment, having been passed the reigns of it after his mother had taught him all the ins and outs of the business before she retired, so he had his own quarters at the end of the hall. The maids who looked after most of the inn usually had rooms they stayed in, for customers could come in at any time of the night. You also had your own quarters, the rooms to the left of Beorn’s. The rooms to his right were currently empty, so you assumed Beorn would have Poseidon be placed there.

Your parents had died from the same strain of illness that had struck his father during a harsh winter many years back. Many others had been struck with it as well. While life did continue on, many had lost someone important to them that winter, so there was one day of established mourning for all the lives that had been lost. 

Walking down the hallway, you were startled when one door suddenly banged open and a hand shot out and grabbed you, tugging you into the room. You waved your arms around in vague fighting positions while you kept your eyes clenched shut when the sound of giggling stopped you. Cracking open your eyes, you slumped slightly when you saw it was Mindy, Tessa, and Jenna that greeted you. Three of the maids who often worked the night shift, they shared one of the bigger rooms in the hallway, and you had gotten to know them as they provided most of the gossip you used for various pranks. It helped that they were younger and more approachable then Mrs. Uvaj’s gaggle of ladies. 

“What do you need?” you asked them, wondering why they chose to suddenly drag you into their room. 

They glanced at each other, failing to hide the smiles about to break out on their face. When you raised an eyebrow at them, Tessa stepped forward at last. “Well, when we were passing through town, on the way back from visiting our Mamas, the whole town appeared to be in a tizzy. Of course, the ladies refused to tell us what was going on, but Cassandra, when we passed by her, mentioned that you would know what was going on. So we waited for you.” 

You squinted your eyes slightly, before whirling around and shaking your fist. “Darn it, I should have known Cassandra would do something like this.” 

You turned around once more and looked at their pleading eyes. “I don’t know. You guys will probably make a big deal out of this.” 

“Oh come on,” Mindy begged, “Just tell us, please?” 

You balked at them closing in on you, with clasped hands and large, questioning, pleading eyes. You whimpered slightly. 

~~~~~ 

The loud chorus of squeals from behind your defeated form signified your defeat. You sighed, closing the door on the loud screeches. You had tried to stay strong, but it was three against one. You ended up telling them everything. “If it was Ford or the twins trying to do this, I wouldn’t have given in,” you muttered to yourself, “Curse my weakness to their large, pleading eyes.” 

They always managed to pull something over on you, no matter how you tried to resist. Whether it was Cera’s arms, the maids and their puppy eyes, or Cassandra and her mysterious aura, they had something to make you give in. The sound of laughter ahead caused your head to perk up. You were surprised, and slightly embarrassed, to see Beorn leaning in the doorway to his room. 

“Ah, you heard all that didn’t you?” 

He chuckled. “Of course I did. Besides, it’s not like that’s a secret really. You’re kind of like the twins, falling for anyone pretty. Only with you it’s more in line with something pretty about them than simply looking pretty.” 

You groaned, finally making it to the end of the hall, and face planting against his chest. “I just can’t help it Beorn! Everyone has something to them! I mean you have very pretty eyes. And a pretty smile for that reason whenever you actually smile. It’s so not fair, I mean even Ford has the cute shaggy hair going for him.” 

A rumble resounded in his chest as he laughed, with a slight blush on his cheeks, but only a lopsided smirk on his lips. “You need to stop worrying about all that (Y/n). Thanks for the compliments though. Now,” he stated as he escorted you to your room, “Get some rest. All that running around and saving strangers and giving into the girls’ demands must have tired you out. Don’t worry about working tonight, just get some rest.” 

You hummed in agreement, getting under the covers. “Poseidon, the stranger, was pretty too. Pretty eyes and a pretty face. His smile was cute. Like a puppy.” 

You mumbled, turning over and drifting off to sleep as a concerned hum from Beorn vibrated in the air quietly, as he closed the door behind him, leaving you to the peaceful land of your dreams. 

~~~~~ 

The next week passed by in relatively the same way. There was still a little hubbub from Poseidon’s arrival, but the village had all but settled down already. You were kept busy with work and pranks, this time on the large Mitchell family. The twins took it in stride, Rion and Raymond getting pastel blue and green that went wonderfully with Ford’s still bright pink hair. Mrs. Mitchell was in a tizzy over every single one of her cooking implements being in the wrong place; it had taken you a whole night, but it had been worth it to see her so flustered. You hadn’t seen someone basically self destruct from kitchen tools before. It was glorious, you were still chuckling when you thought about it, even if you got a sizable lump from her for it. Mr. Mitchell, on the other hand, was stuck chasing the chickens you had released for an entire day alongside Richard, their eldest son. 

Cassandra had, of course, avoided all of the traps you had set for her, but you had managed to get quite a few of her other siblings with them. Kitty had been flung into the pig pen and had spent the better part of the day giggling as her mother tried to remove the layers of mud she was caked in. Most of it wasn’t even your fault. She had just started to roll around and play with the piglets before her mother could drag her out. Ollie, on the other hand, had spent several hours freaking out about all the flour that had been dumped in his hair after he set off one of your trip wires. You got a scolding and a few hours of dishwashing as punishment when Ollie went complaining to Beorn and it was found out the bag of flour had come from the kitchens. It was still funny to see his meltdown. Ollie always did have really nice hair though. You only wished he wouldn’t see it as such an important part of himself. The youngest two, Mack and Trish, had burst into Cassandra’s room before she could return and were doused in glitter for their troubles. Somehow they managed to have it be set off on them so that not even a speck of glitter got into her room. That was a punishment in and of itself for you. Luckily, they didn’t tattle on you. Mrs. Mitchell did look close to an aneurism when she finally finished cleaning Kitty off only to come across her two youngest chasing each other while covered in glitter and shedding said glitter everywhere. 

While you had been busy with that for a while, when you arrived home at the end of the week, with a few specks of mud, glitter, and soap on you, it was to the sight of Mr. Ava conversing with Beorn as one of the cooks helped Poseidon down the hall of the workers quarters. You, of course, only then remembered that Beorn had agreed to set Poseidon up for his healing process. As you walked closer, you caught the tail-end of their discussion. 

“Yeah, it was tricky to reset the bones and to stitch up that wound in his side, but getting it clean was the hardest part. All the sand that was stuck in the blood, eugh! It put me off meat for a while to say the least,” Mr. Ava was saying when he noticed you coming over, “Ah! (Y/n)! Back from the fray I see!” 

Beorn excused himself to make sure Poseidon was settled in the right room, and walked off, leaving you to a conversation with Mr. Ava. 

“Oh, you know it. I think I upset Mrs. Mitchell the most. You should have seen her get mad over spoons! Spoons! Ha ha, it’s still funny.” 

You smiled, chuckling slightly, while Mr. Ava rolled his eyes. 

“That’s just like you. Oh yeah, Poseidon was rather upset you didn’t visit him. He looked like a dejected puppy actually, which really didn’t match the structure of his face.” 

You gasped excitedly, waving your hands slightly. “I know, right!? I mean, it’s still cute, but it’s cute in a weird way because of his face! It doesn’t look like it should be able to pull cutesy faces!” 

That managed to pull a slight chuckle from Mr. Ava. “I must agree. But you do have a weird way of stating it. Anyways, seeing him dejected might just suggest that you have an admirer in that man. ...Puppy love, I suppose. Though it may have just been the heat exhaustion, I’m sure seeing the way you usually act will reveal his true feelings.” 

You laughed. “That was kind of an insult wasn’t it! Ah, my heart! I’m not sure I’ll be able to live on! Ohhh, Mr. Ava! You wound me.” 

You dramatically staggered about, clutching at your heart, before collapsing at his feet. You ruined it immediately after by snorting and starting to laugh again. “Puppy love! That’s great!” 

He shook his head at you before walking off. “Always so easily amused, aren’t you? But I suppose that’s a good thing. After all, where would we be without fun?” 

You scrambled up, still smiling, and waved the doctor off. At that point, you popped into the room across from yours to see how the temporary guest was getting along. Hopefully , he was pawsome. You halted at the pun and looked around, before deflating when you realized you hadn't said it out loud. You shook it off easily enough, poking your head in to see Beorn and Poseidon having what looked like a staring contest. Oh, wait, no, they were just glaring at each other. 

“Hellooo,” you trilled as you popped up, startling them both, “And how has life been progressing for you guys, hmmm?” 

Poseidon perked up, while Beorn relaxed and smirked at your idea of changing the mood. “(Y/n)! I’m glad to see you. You didn’t visit me. I was left with that cranky old man and giggly old ladies peeping in from the door for a week!” 

You giggled to yourself. “Sorry Poseidon, I was caught up in...stuff. Yeah, stuff! But hey, you’re here now, aren’t you? Now I can spend time with you!” 

His eyes lit up when you said that, but you were swiftly guided out by Beorn before he could say something in reply. You saw Poseidon frown and resume his glare at Beorn’s back as he hovered over you protectively, before your eyes were drawn away when Beorn started whispering to you. “(Y/n), that guy is strange. You can’t just promise to spend time with him when you don’t even know what he wants!” 

You focused on Beorn, grabbing the sides of his face with your hands before you replied. “Beorn, sweetie, pretty eyes, bro, I know that. But I also know that that man is still hurt right now. What can he do to me?” 

From between your hands, you felt heat in the squished cheeks you held, but he still raised an eyebrow at you and asked dryly, “And?” 

You pouted and let out a humph. “And he acts like a puppy which is absolutely adorable. Come on Beorn, let me hang out with the cute puppy guy. I’ll do anything you want in return?” 

He inhaled, but paused at what you said, looking thoughtful. “Anything?” 

You pulled his face close, touching foreheads and looking at him with a serious expression. “Anything. ....As long as it in no way embarrasses me.” 

His cheeks grew even darker and warmer, but he let out a snicker. “Of course not. Wouldn’t want the one embarrassing everybody to become embarrassed herself.” 

“See, now you’re getting it.” 

“Alright, fine, you can hang out with him. As long as you’re fine with sharing a meal with me, for the whole time, mind you, at least twice a week.” 

You laughed at that. “Hey, why not, it can be like a date! A family date! Thanks Beorn!” 

You kissed him on the cheek and skipped back into the room, closing the door behind you, leaving the red-faced Beorn behind you. He sighed, staring at the closed door longingly. “Yeah, like a date. Wish it could just be that.” 

He sighed once again, walking off dejectedly. 

~~~~~

Once you had closed the door behind you, you flounced over to the bed and settled in the chair beside it. Poseidon looked rather eager when you had come back into the room. “What? Did Mr. Ava not provide good company?” you asked teasingly, “You seem rather eager for someone to talk to.” 

He rubbed the back of his head bashfully. “Am I really that obvious?” 

“Yeah. It’s kind of cute actually, like a puppy. I can almost see the tail wagging.” 

The look on his face sent you into a fit of giggles. It was a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and amusement. “Hey, stop that,” he protested as you continued your laughter, “It’s not that funny!” 

“I-I’m sorry,” you apologized, trying to stop the fit of laughter his expression had started, “But, in all fairness, your reaction was great. Just the right mixture of affront and confusion.” 

He huffed, but began a conversation readily. “Anyways, what was the stuff you were busy with exactly? I somehow doubt that it’s anything really serious.” 

You gasped in mock anger. “How dare you! I’ll have you know that my pranks are a very serious business to me!” 

“So it was pranks was it? No I get it, pranking is a very good reason not to visit an injured, lonely man all by himself with a grumpy old codger who refuses to get into a conversation about anything other than your injuries with you. Really, truly, I understand.” 

You shook your head at that, but laughed anyways. “Are you trying to emotionally manipulate me to keep you company? Because honestly, all you had to do was throw me another one of those goofy smiles you gave me when we first met.” 

“Really? Wait, goofy?” 

“Oh yes, it was extremely goofy. It didn’t look right with your features whatsoever. What it was however, was absolutely adorable.” 

You nodded with a grave expression on your face. The look he shot you then had the corners of your lips twitching up before you were suddenly laughing hysterically, right alongside him. Of course, you grew worried and reached out to steady him when he began a coughing fit.

“Sorry,” he said as he clutched at his side with a look of pain present on his features, “That aggravated my side. That old man would be so angry to learn that as soon as I’m out of his clutches I manage to hurt myself again.” 

You snorted at that. “Yeah, that sounds like him. Should I leave then? Let you rest?” 

You moved to get up, but a hand shot out, in a fashion similar to when you had first met, and clutched onto your wrist. He shot you a pleading look. “Please, stay a little while. I could use someone to keep away the boredom or, rather, to keep me from going stir crazy.” 

“I suppose I can stay for a little while. How about I tell you about the time I managed to mess with Mr. Ava?” 

So you stayed, talking and laughing the hours away. You lost track of time until finally Cera arrived to tell you that you were already late an hour ago for your shift. At that point, you scrambled up, giving your goodbyes to the suddenly subdued man who had been laughing and talking just as much as you a moment ago. You assured him not to worry as your room was right across the hall from his. You also promised to visit him more often. You had no idea why Beorn could be so suspicious of him. He was practically harmless, told great jokes, and had really nice eyes and a nice smile to match.

~~~~~

“Oh my, did he really?”

“Yeah, that guy’s great! He may be stuck with limping or staying in bed right now, but he’s great company! Him and Beorn still don’t really like each other, but I guess it has only been a day so far, can’t expect them to automatically get along.” 

A bell like laugh resounded from Cassandra’s lips. She smiled at you, making you duck your head and blush. “Ah, stop that! You’re too cute!” 

Another laugh from Cassandra. “You always say that. So, when are you going to meet Beorn for one of those meals you promised?” 

“How did you- Ah, never mind, of course you somehow know that too. Maybe after this? He did mention he had something set up. Though Poseidon did seem eager to meet with me again.” 

“Hmmm,” Cassandra looked out across the forest from the top of the wall you were both sitting on. It was wide enough to sit on and was situated on top of a hill that had one of the best views for sunrises, sunsets, stargazing, any time really. 

“Well, I’d suggest going with Beorn. Who knows, maybe something will change for the better between you two. Just be wary of getting too close to that Poseidon fellow. Just because he’s new and different doesn’t mean the old and known should be left behind.” 

You laughed, swinging off your perch. “Always a warning with you, isn’t it? Well, I’m sure I’ll be fine. I’ll meet with Beorn, but Poseidon is still very interesting. Besides, he’ll be gone when he’s fully healed, so why shouldn’t I take this time to hang out with him?” 

You waved goodbye to Cassandra and trotted down the hill. She watched you go and heaved out a sigh. “I hope you will listen to me (Y/n),” she said quietly as she watched your retreating back get smaller the farther you went, “You have no idea what the consequences could be otherwise.” 

~~~~~ 

You had arrived back at the tavern to see Beorn waiting out front. You smiled slightly at him, seeing him start when you came into his line of view. You stopped in front of him and executed a little curtsy. “So, where are we going? Anything fun planned?” 

You smiled as he stuttered over his words at your light teasing, but he quickly managed to pull himself together again. He offered his arm to you as he appeared to steady himself for any possible rejection. You rolled your eyes, but smiled and looped your arm through his. He startled slightly, but adjusted your hold on his arm and guided you around the tavern to the small garden that was kept to provide the tavern with fresh fruits and vegetables. 

The sight of a small table with a candle on a pretty, pink, green, and white patterned tablecloth gave you pause. Despite what many in the village may think of you, you weren’t dense. You knew a romantic setup when you saw one. Glancing at Beorn, you felt fondness well up inside you at the nervousness he was currently portraying. You smiled and giggled silently. It wouldn’t hurt to go along with this for a while. Either he would give up or you would see something in him. Whichever came first really, you didn’t mind seeing Beorn in that light. You just didn’t feel that way currently, but love was an ever changing mistress after all, cruel to some, while kind to others.

You thanked him as he pulled out your chair for you. Smiling when you saw your favorite dish and drink set up for you. “Well, isn’t this just fancy? So, should I expect baklava for dessert or did you not plan any for this date?” 

Beorn stammered and blushed. “I-I thought this wasn’t really a date? Wasn’t that the opposite of what you wanted?” 

You sighed, but kept your smile in place easily. “It’s obvious you want this to be a date. I don’t mind but,” you reached out and laid a hand gently on top of one of his own, “I currently don’t feel the same. You may feel that way, but I don’t want you to force me into anything so suddenly. Do you think you can just keep it at this? Woo me if you must, but if I say no, can you respect that?” 

Beorn looked at you with a vulnerable expression on his face. He nodded eagerly, agreeing to that. You huffed out a laugh. “Now you’re the one looking like an eager puppy! Anyways, you didn’t answer my question. Is there baklava or not?” 

“Oh, sorry. Yes, actually there is. It’s one of my favorites, so I figured where’s the harm.” 

“Of course there’s no harm! It’s dessert! There is never, in my humble opinion, anything wrong with dessert!” 

He let out a full laugh at that, smiling widely, and you blushed slightly at the way it seemed to change his whole visage. His usually dark and intimidating features suddenly became lighter. Of course, when he noticed you staring, he blushed and averted his eyes. “What? Is there something wrong with my face?” 

You gasped, slamming your hands on the table and leaning over it slightly. “Quite the opposite actually! If you keep smiling and laughing like that I might fall for you by the end of the evening. You have a very, very pretty smile.” 

He rolled his eyes, but his lips did quirk up into another smile. “You say that about everyone.” 

“Ah, but I extra mean it with you.” 

“Oh, extra mean it, hm? Well, sorry for doubting you.” 

“Of course, you should feel sorry for doubting my magnificent compliment.” 

You tried to keep a straight face as you said this, but eventually you cracked and starting laughing. Beorn actually started to laugh right alongside you. You were happy to see him break through his serious facade. You had known that with all the pressure to succeed with the inn and tavern and taking care of you when his mother couldn’t, after the horrible winter, he had been forced into the more serious, responsible role. So, you had decided to put any feelings you had felt for him other than familial off the shelf until he had begun to actually loosen up some and enjoy life. 

It seems as though the arrival of Poseidon and the suspicions and jealousy had convinced him to take some initiative with his life. Even if the two of you didn’t work out, you would try your best to support the man you had grown up with. You snorted, noticing the few watchers behind his shoulder. He must not have been as stealthy setting this up as he thought. He wasthe man you grew up with, but he was also a pretty eyed goof who was fun to make fun of. 

At the questioning look he shot you, you gestured discretely over his shoulder. “It appears as though you goofed up if you meant this to be a private affair. We have some peepers after all.” 

His eyes slowly widened with realization and he whirled around, seeing the noticeable dyed blue and green hair of Rion and Raymond and heard the squeals of Kitty as they ducked out of view. You burst out laughing at the bright red of Beorn’s face when Rion yelled out, “If you didn’t want us to see, don’t set it up where we can! You’re like an old woman if you’re getting angry right now!” as they quickly scurried away. 

Beorn turned to look at you with a betrayed look on his face as you continued to cackle. “I-I’m sorry, but that comment! An old woman! And your face! Priceless!” 

He sighed heavily and sat back down as you started to quiet down, catching your breath from your fit of laughter. His lips quirked up slightly and his gaze softened even as he rolled his eyes. “Hey, at least they didn’t try to steal the food. Besides, I’m pretty sure they’re just trying to pass their embarrassment about their hair onto someone else. And that’s not myfault, now is it?” 

You hummed happily. “I suppose you have a point there. Anyways, let’s not place blame, as I am obviously not at fault for knowing they would do this,” his eyes narrowed at your choice of words, but you quickly continued, “So, how’s your hobby going?” 

His eyes stayed narrowed from some time, but he did take the bait. The rest of the evening passed peacefully, with him talking about his hobby, then you making a joke about it, then him replying with a dry and sarcastic comment that made you laugh, before he asked you a question of his own. And, somehow, despite the immense amount of time the two of had spent basically growing up together, you both found out a new facet to the other. For you, it was the surprising streak of a jokester, filled with dry wit and intelligent, if rather snappy, comebacks. For him, it was the level of maturity deep within you that many, including him, never really sought to find after seeing the prankster on the surface. 

By the time dessert had been long over with, you were actually just as ready as him for the next date. 

~~~~~ 

A few weeks passed in a similar fashion to before. You worked, talked with Poseidon, and ate with Beorn. The closer you felt to Beorn in a more romantic sense, the closer Poseidon seemed to get to filling in the more brotherly role left behind. He was fun to talk to, had many fantastical stories of his own, and provided a relief of sorts from the rest of your life. You remained mostly oblivious to the tensions rising between the two men. 

During one of your breaks, you had been conversing with Poseidon, telling him a joke when he cut you off by laying a hand on one of your own. You tilted your head, quiet and curious as to what he wanted to say to you. However, he opened and closed his mouth several times, but seemed to still be thinking of the words. Finally, your curiosity overcame you and you blurted out, “What is it?” 

At that, he seemed to have prepared himself to finally begin talking. “Well, I have come to know you well over these past few weeks, as I am sure you have come to know me. I think you are a wonderful person, someone I could see getting to know even more about. And... w-well, I was wondering if maybe...” 

He trailed off and shifted so as to grasp both your hands in between his. He looked at you imploringly, before starting again. “I was hoping I could have the honor of escor-“ 

He was cut off abruptly as the door opened to reveal Beorn. He looked in and noticed the position the two of you were in. He frowned, but started talking despite seeming like he wanted to do something else. “(Y/n), your break is over. You’re needed out as soon as possible.” 

“Ah! I’m sorry, I lost track of time. I’ll get right out there!” 

You quickly got up, ready to leave, but the hands still curled around yours tightened, pulling you to an abrupt stop. You glanced back to ask Poseidon to let go of your hands, but shivered at the dark look on his face. He held onto you but glared at Beorn, practically ignoring your struggles. Finally, you looked pleadingly at Beorn. He frowned further, striding forward and prying the man’s hands off of yours. You gave a quick nod of thanks, before you ducked out of the room with an uneasy look over your shoulder as you closed the door behind you. 

Once your footsteps had faded away down the hall, there was a silence that permeated the room as both men glared heavily at the other. Finally, Poseidon spoke up. “It just had to be you, didn’t it? You keep on ruining my chances.” 

Beorn growled quietly. “Well you shouldn’t get so attached. You’ll be gone soon after all. Mr. Ava should be coming in a few days to approve you to finally be well enough to leave. No idea how you are healing this fast, but the sooner the better. And I doubt you have any chances with her anyways. I’ll still be here long after you’re gone.” 

Poseidon snarled at the man he saw as an obstacle. Beorn had prevented him time and time again from finally asking the one who had saved him out for a date. A courtship could only start with consent from both sides, and if he couldn’t ask her without buffoons getting in his way, then he couldn’t get the consent to start courting her. 

“You shut up!” Poseidon growled, baring his teeth at the fool standing in his way, “If you would stop getting in my way, she would finally be mine!” 

Beorn’s eyes widened at the aggressive, injured man nearly rising out of bed, almost looking ready to rip out his throat with his teeth. He laughed at him, in spite of the undercurrent of fear racing through him. “Ha! Even if you asked, I doubt she would say she wants you! I’ve known her for most of my life and am only now getting close to her finally saying yes to me. Her saying yes to you is as unlikely as her turning me down!” 

He smiled, but tried to back up as the other man’s eyes filled with hatred, and he let out an enraged screech and lunged at him. They grappled with each other for several tense moments, Beorn trying to get the man away from him, while Poseidon tried to strangle, or at least injure, the other. The tense atmosphere was interrupted as the door slid open and Cera walked in, saw what was happening, and reacted the next moment. Within seconds, Poseidon was held in a chokehold by Cera as Beorn caught his breath and stumbled upright from the chair he was leaning against. Another few seconds passed, filled only by the sound of panting and slight growling emanating from the tense man stuck in the hold. 

Cera was the first to break the silence. “I don’t know what this was over, but Beorn, you shouldn’t have taunted this man. I’m sure that’s what you did, your tension with this guy is palpable even from the tavern. Just be lucky that I actually had a reason for coming over here, otherwise this would have become public. Beorn, you are needed in the tavern, so I suggest you go. Now.” 

He hesitated, but the glare Cera sent him got him moving. With a swiftly muttered thanks, he slipped out of the room. His footsteps faded away quickly and Poseidon was finally released from the chokehold. He sent a glare at the door and went to move towards it, but a hand on his shoulder swiftly guided him back to the bed. He growled, but complied. 

Cera once again began to talk. “I’m sorry for what that idiot did to rile you up, but your reaction is concerning. The fact you are able to move this well after so many weeks of bedrest is strange and physically impossible. I doubted you were human from the beginning, but this just proves it.” 

Poseidon let out a chuckle, even with his gaze still firmly on the door. “Of course I’m not. But I know that you aren’t human either. No mortal I know of can move that fast or restrain me when I’m actually trying to escape. And I don’t give a damn if you find my reaction concerning. As long as you stay out of my way, I won’t give you any trouble.” 

Cera narrowed her eyes at the threat, but let a smile slip across her face regardless. “Hmm, most people can’t even tell. You must be clever to have figured out my secret. But I should warn you. Try to harm my people and I will harm you.” 

Poseidon finally looked away from the door. His suddenly bright, almost glowing, aquamarine eyes met Cera’s own and she stiffened at the sight. “I could tell more from your aura when we first met at the beach, shifter. I don’t know why you are here, but trust me, merely getting me in a headlock when I am not completely healed and distracted by that fool does not mean you can come even close to stopping me. So, I’d suggest you. Stay. Out. Of my. Way.” 

He snarled at her and relished in the flinch he managed to draw from her. The shifter was strong, but was certainly no match for him. She had tried to threaten and it hadn’t worked out for her. He stopped her for a moment before she could leave completely. “Tell me why the fool was even called back in the first place, will you?” 

She paused and looked back at him warily, no longer filled with certainty in her movements. “...There’s an....incident. One of the travelers got too drunk and tried to start something with (Y/n). I was told to get Beorn to deal with it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go.” 

He frowned as he watched her slink away, before he fell back into the pillows to wait for the lovely (Y/n) to return. The fact that someone had messed with her just showed she was much too good for this place. Between the fool trying to lay claim to that which didn’t belong to him, the drunken bastards thinking they could mess with her, and everyone else in this awful place, it was no wonder (Y/n) talked with him for so long. The poor dear was sending him a quiet cry for help by staying for so long. Well, it wouldn’t be long before she no longer had to deal with this awful, frankly poisonous rabble. Not long at all. Thoughts of her safe and sequestered away made him smile and finally relax after the fool’s antagonistic words.

~~~~~ 

A few minutes earlier. 

You trotted down the hall, humming happily as you reached the kitchen. A few trays with food were shoved into your hand by a harried waiter. He quickly picked up another two trays as soon as you were steady. “It’s a good thing you’re finally back from your break. It’s chaos out there! Those go to table seven, but be careful, the people there had a little too much to drink already.” 

Then he was off and pushing though the door to the noticeably louder tavern. You blinked and glanced at the trays, noting the many tankards filled with spirits that were only distributed from the kitchen, because of their dual use in cooking and as a drink, and a few large dishes filled with the day’s special. You shifted slightly, unsure if you should wait for the next poor sap to dump the trays on, but the head cook quickly berated you for standing in the way and shoved you out. You stumbled, earning a chuckle from Cera, who was currently on bar duty with another bartender at the other end of the long counter.

You gave her a slight smile, but started moving when someone jostled by you to get to the bar, causing you to nearly spill the drinks you carried with you. You slipped between tables, ducking in and out of grabbing hands, gesticulating arms, and other waiters and patrons also walking around with the ease of years as a waitress. 

Finally, you arrived at table seven, a large rounded table tucked into one of the alcoves, it was out of the way of the rabble, and offered booths as opposed to chairs and was currently filled with empty tankards and several large, drunk men. You walked up and set the trays down to begin distributing the food and drinks. Most of the men were still in enough control of themselves to only ogle at you slightly. But one man, at the end of the booth, was either less in control of himself, hadn’t been around long enough to find out all the rules, or just thought he could get away with it. When you had arrived, he had immediately tried to fondle you. The others at the table had chuckled, but didn’t do anything to back him up when you slapped his hand away. Of course, they didn’t do anything to stop him as he then began to caress your side. 

You began to get uncomfortable, especially as his hand began to slowly drift down, but you were mostly done, so you left him alone to finish your distribution to get away as fast as possible. However, just as you were finishing, you yelped as he pinched your butt. You glared, but said nothing, merely collecting the trays and aiming for the kitchen and Cera to tell them table seven had had enough to drink. But as you turned, your wrist was grabbed and your body was yanked backwards into the man’s lap. You struggled, wrinkling your nose at the strong smell of alcohol on his breath, but you were impeded by his arms. His table-mates merely chuckled again, and did nothing to stop the man from trying to fondle you. 

“Oi! Stop moving, will you girlie?” 

You saw a waiter out of the corner of your eyes hesitate as he caught sight of you from across the noisy tavern. You aimed to wave him off, to either get help or at least draw attention to your plight, not wanting to scream and disturb the other diners meals. However, the man holding you grew annoyed with your squirming and cuffed you in the side of your head. You lost focus as the pain radiated through your skull, but you saw a movement as the waiter headed urgently towards the bar. All you could feel was the man groping you. A sudden voice told you the waiter had arrived and tried to pry you out, but one of the other men quickly shoved him off. The noise in the tavern continued, surprisingly few noticing what was happening, but a few other waiters headed over to try to help, but they were also blocked by the others sitting at the table. 

All throughout this, you tried to struggle, but the pain and the forceful touches of the man distracted you. You squeezed your eyes shut, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, as you felt one hand move purposefully down from your breasts. Suddenly, it stopped, before a familiar arm wrapped around your waist and tugged you out of the man’s hold. You clutched at Beorn’s neck as he held you protectively, relieved that he had arrived and that he had managed to save you. 

~~~~~

Beorn felt her hold on to him tightly, but glared at the man who had caused (Y/n) to have hold onto him like this. The man had pushed himself up and looked about ready to try to fight him. When he had arrived, the others at the table had taken one look at him and either backed off or made themselves completely scarce. The man, however, didn’t seem to take that into account until he was right in front of him. Beorn calmly handed the shaking woman off to Ford, one of the bulkier waiters on staff that day. Even if the pink hair did make him look slightly less intimidating. 

“What’s your problem man! I was just about to get some action when you came and...ripped her...away...” 

He trailed off, looking less angry and more fearful as he came face to chest with Beorn. Being taller than most other people did have its uses. Intimidation being one of the perks. Beorn tilted his head down and sneered at the man who backed up a few steps and gulped nervously. 

“Hey man, come on. I wasn’t being serious, I would have let her up, seriously! Come on, can’t you give me a break?” 

He narrowed his eyes at the previously confident man before he swiftly moved forward, grabbed him by the collar, and began carrying him towards the door. “I doubt you are being truthful. If nobody had come and scared the others off, you would have just kept going. Men like you are some of the ones I hate the most! You only back off if someone bigger and stronger than you forces you to!” 

He continued to drag the squirming man out the door and a little ways down the street before he heaved and tossed the man away from him. “She obviously didn’t want that, yet you decided to do it! Now get out of my sight before I decide tossing you out wasn’t enough!” 

The man scrambled to his feet, nodding hurriedly, before running away as fast as his drunken body could allow him to. Beorn scoffed, glaring a final time at the hastily retreating back before turning around and heading back through the tavern. He nodded at an oddly shaken Cera as she headed back to her post, before opening the back door to find Ford trying to comfort the shaken (Y/n). 

Ford glanced up and, when Beorn titled his head towards the door, got up and headed back inside. He paused as he drew level with him. “Be careful with her,” he muttered quietly, “She’s never had this happen to her before, so you have no idea how she’ll react.” 

Beorn pursed his lips, but patted Ford on the shoulder and headed over to the slightly curled up form of (Y/n). He knew that already, but Ford telling him that at least indicated he hadn’t done anything to further upset her. The door closed as he sat down beside the woman he had known since childhood and had loved nearly as long. She leaned into him slightly, trembling almost imperceptibly. He lifted his arm and wrapped it around her back, rubbing slow circles into her tensed shoulders. A few minutes of silence prevailed before he felt she had calmed down enough to start talking.

“How are you feeling?” Beorn asked cautiously.

She let out a slight hum, but answered. “I’m fine, I suppose. A little shaken up, but not too badly. I feel if they drink enough, people will likely try anything, after all. But, if he had managed to go any farther though, I don’t know how I would have felt. Is he gone?” 

He tightened his hold on her, pulling her flush against his side before responding. “I kicked him out. No need to worry there. I don’t know what I would have done if I got there too late. I don’t even want to think about it honestly.” 

Beorn was surprised when he felt her wrap her own arms around him. She placed her head on his upper arm, stating, “Well, you don’t have to. You got there in time after all. Now, how about I just help out Cera and you can get back to your job?” 

He smiled and agreed, getting up and guiding (Y/n) back inside, before heading back to his room to finish the paperwork he was doing before he called (y/n) away from the conversation she had been having with Poseidon. He felt he should call Mr. Ava to check on the man soon, as he was getting more bold in his intentions towards (Y/n) everyday. And if the way he had fought him was anything to go by, he was likely almost completely back to his normal state of being. The sooner he was healed though, the sooner he could leave, and then Beorn wouldn’t have to worry about the dangerous man being around (Y/n) anymore. 

But first, he was going to give her a day off and ask the girls to keep her away from Poseidon tomorrow. 

~~~~~ 

The rest of the night was spent behind the bar, assuring various staff and customers that you were fine. Of course, many were also apologizing for not seeing your plight until after it was over. But, you understood, the booth the men had chosen was off to the side and away from the general crowd. Beorn, on the other hand, had to carry the man through that crowd to kick him out. Of course more people would notice that. 

You were honestly even more exhausted than before from answering the repeated questions and apologies, so, when the tavern closed and the remaining guests filtered back to the inn or back to their houses, you stumbled back to your room and fell asleep almost as soon as your head had hit the pillow. The day after, you found out that the man had been staying at the inn, but was kicked out and basically run out of town before you were even fully awake, and that you had been given a day off. You had aimed to spend that day off talking with Poseidon, since he was bound to be released as fully healthy soon, but as soon as you opened your door, Mindy and Jenna dragged you out to town. 

In the whirlwind of clothes and food that they dragged you through, you were told that Tessa still had work, they had found out you had the day off, and well, “Everything is better with three people!” Jenna exclaimed as she thrust a few scarves into your arms to try on. 

You usually didn’t do a lot of the shopping required for the tavern, but you did end up enjoying the day spent exploring the shops and trying out new outfits. By the end of the day, which had come way sooner then you had expected it to, you were carrying several bags filled with snacks and clothes that either you, Mindy, or Jenna had taken a liking to. You parted ways with them in the hall, taking your own small handful of items with you. You stopped at the end, noticing Mr. Ava in Poseidon’s room through a crack in the door. You quickly ducked into your own rooms and dropped off your items, but when you popped back out, Mr. Ava and Beorn had walked down the hallway and out of your sight, appearing to be deep in conversation as they walked away.

Tilting your head curiously, you instead decided to check in on Poseidon, knowing you were more likely to get answers out of him than by trying to interrupt the conversation the other two men seemed to be enveloped in. You knocked out a little pattern on the door before opening it and slipping inside. You giggled when you saw him perk up as you stepped in. 

“Hello angelfish!” Poseidon exclaimed, causing you to giggle again at one of the nicknames he insisted on calling you.

“Hello Poseidon. So,” you started, sitting down in the chair beside the bed, “What’s going on? Sorry I couldn’t visit today, by the way, some of the girls decided they wanted me to go shopping with them.” 

He appeared to frown slightly at that, but he shook it off and began speaking in earnest. “Ah, so that’s why you didn’t come until now. Anyways, the doctor just left, and he told me I’m healed to the greatest capacity that he can tell! I can leave whenever I want!” 

You clapped your hands happily. “That’s great! Now you can get up and explore! Or, do you have to get used to walking again? You were in this bed for an awfully long time.” 

Poseidon smirked and let out a chuckle. “That’s no problem. I’ve been....practicing at night. So, that way, rather than wait until I was completely healed, I figured I could walk around at night for a little while to make sure I’m not stuck learning basic motor skills again.” 

You hummed in thought, tilting your head as you thought it over. “I don’t know if that’s completely safe, but I guess if it works for you.” 

You were still in thought, so you didn’t notice the change in expression on Poseidon. A malicious light appeared in his eyes and a dark smile crossed his face, but he wiped it off soon after, replacing it with a genial grin. He brought you out of your thoughts by placing his hand on one of your own where they rested in your lap. You watched as he lifted it up to his lips and kissed the back. You were flustered and felt a blush spreading across your cheeks as he pulled away and smiled at you. 

“Well, you don’t seem too convinced. How about you come with me to see me off tomorrow morning? That way, you can see me walk perfectly fine.” 

You giggled at the way he perked up slightly, waiting for your answer. “I suppose I could. But, why tomorrow? Surely you don’t have somewhere to be so soon?” 

He smirked at that, and lightly swayed your hand, still held in his own, back and forth. “I suppose I don’t really, but I would much rather it not be a big event. Those tittering old ladies from the doctors office would likely come to that. And, honestly, you’re the only one I want to come with me.” 

You blushed, embarrassed this time, but giggled as he kissed your hand one final time before he reluctantly released your hand as you got up. “Come on, surely the village hasn’t left that bad of an impression on you. But, if you insist. I’ll see you tomorrow morning then, to see you off.” 

You smiled and waved as you slipped across the hallway to your own room. Poseidon watched you leave, a sigh leaving his lips as he collapsed happily back onto the sheets. “Oh, don’t worry, angelfish. The village itself isn’t bad. It’s everyone in it that makes it horrible. I don’t see how you can possibly stand it! Not that it will matter after tomorrow. I’m sure you’ll be happy to accept my offer of courtship and then, together, we can leave this awful place behind.” 

He smirked as he heard the footsteps belonging to Beorn tread back down the hall. When the doctor had arrived, the fool had had a smug air of confidence surrounding him, which only grew as he was proclaimed healthy. Poseidon laughed to himself, knowing the fool thought he had finally won their quiet battle for the lovely’s attentions. Too bad for him. Poseidon didn’t need his injuries to win over the little scallop across the hall. And he was confident that by the end of tomorrow, he would have won the war, leaving the fool behind in misery. The thought of his rival devastated, while he kept (Y/n), safe and protected, in his arms, soothed Poseidon to sleep with a self-satisfied smile fixed firmly in place. He would need the sleep. Tomorrow was a big day after all. 

~~~~~ 

The next day dawned bright and early when you stumbled out of bed. Or, it would have, if you hadn’t been shaken awake even earlier. As you rose from bed, grumbling and groggy, the world was not highlighted in sun, but rather tinged in the grey of early, early morning. You sighed, apparently Poseidon meant morning, as in before the sun was even out. You paused, thinking it over, your sleep clogged gears slowly turning. 

You looked over and, lo and behold, there he was. Poseidon was standing upright, on strong legs, and smiling down at you with a full force smile that still reminded you of a puppy. So, of course, the first thing you said to him was, “How are you happy? It’s morning. Actually, it’s before morning. Morning is evil.” 

He laughed quietly at your disgruntled face. “Not a morning person, are you? No matter, I figured I should wake you up, considering I merely told you this morning. I’ll wait in the hallway for you to get changed.” 

Then, he was slipping out and silently closing your door behind him. You half glowered in his direction, because it was way too early for anything in your opinion, before heaving yourself out of bed. You shuffled around for a few moments as you got your clothes out, it was also way too chilly to be up and about, but you persevered. You went through a few of your other daily rituals, before you were slipping out into the hallway as well. You grumbled to yourself as you ambled down the hall, but the chuckles you heard emanating form Poseidon indicated he heard you. 

“Stupid puppy grin. Getting me out of bed before the crack of dawn. Why does that smile have to be so cute. Curse me and my weakness to that stupid, but oh so tempting, smile.” 

You blushed when you heard him chuckle, and stopped muttering. You were surprised when a heavy arm was thrown around your shoulders. Looking up, you were met with the grin and bright, amused blue green eyes of Poseidon. 

“Oh come now, your muttering was adorable. Do you really think my smile is cute?” 

You scoffed and looked away, “I guess. Just stop pointing it at me, I swear it’s actually emanating light.” 

His shoulders shook with constrained laughter as you arrived in the mostly silent kitchen. There was some sound emerging from the pantry, so you supposed it was the head chef, gathering items for breakfast. You quickly snatched up a few loaves of bread and dried meats before ushering Poseidon out the back door and around into the quiet and still road. The shop keeps would likely be out in another hour or so, a few farmers would probably be waking up even sooner. You headed up the hill to where you had had a conversation with Cassandra a couple weeks ago and settled on top of the wall. You patted the spot next to you. 

“Come on, this place has the best view. We can eat here and then see you off.” 

Poseidon smiled and hefted himself up and over so he was sitting beside you. You handed him half the food you had managed to swipe, before settling down and looking out across the forest. It was peaceful, just being able to sit and eat. Of course, by the time you were finished, Poseidon had managed to eat his own portion and was waiting for you to finish. You turned, ready to get up, but he swiftly reached over and grabbed you around the waist. He then lifted you up and spun around a few times. You giggled and had to put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as he slowly lowered you to the ground. You smiled up at him, before walking back down the hill. He smiled after you, his gaze soft and love struck on your retreating form. 

You skipped down the last stretch of the hill and turned towards the entrance of the village. Before you could go far, an arm hooked around your middle and pulled you in the opposite direction, towards the beach. You were confused, but let him lead you through the trees, towards the currently mist enshrouded beach. You figured he had gotten someone to build him a boat or something, but as you were pulled between the rocks you visited and explored on and off, you quickly found out you were mistaken. As soon as you broke free from the rocks and a glimpse at the stretch of the ocean, covered by the mist, but clearly heard, revealed no shape in or around its waters to suggest a boat of any kind. 

You grew uneasy, slowing down slightly. However, the hand that had moved from your waist to your wrist tugged you forward insistently. You glanced up, seeing a determined look on Poseidon’s face, even as he kept walking forward. You stumbled as he picked up his pace, soon striding into the water itself. You struggled as he didn’t seem intent on stopping anytime soon, eventually wrenching yourself out of his grip as the water began to creep up around your thighs. You swiftly half waded, half stumbled backward out of the water. Your breathing was shaky as you shivered slightly, your legs now cold as the cool air kissed at your wet calves. You stared at the man who seemed about ready to drown the both of you as he glared slightly back at you. He took a step towards you and you scrambled several more steps away. 

“Woah, woah, woah! I don’t think so! I agreed to see you off on your way, not off to your death! And I certainly have no intention of drowning with you!” 

You panted slightly from your outburst, as he cocked his head with a confused look on his face. You grew wary, and stepped back several more paces, as a look of understanding dawned on his face and he began to laugh and stepped forward onto dry land.

“Drown? Heh, no, no, it’s quite the opposite actually, lovely. I have no intention of dying, nor do I ever intend on letting it happen to you. My home is below the waves, is all. Now, come on, don’t leave me waiting.” 

He stretched his arm out for you to take. You ignored it though, and backed up again. What he said and his sudden ability to walk despite weeks of bedrest suddenly made sense. 

“You’re an ocean spirit, aren’t you?” 

Poseidon frowned when you ignored his hand, and instead chose to retreat, so he slowly pursued. 

“No, not quite, little star. I’m a god. A god of the oceans. Of course, it doesn’t mean I’m impenetrable. I can still get hurt after all. Honestly, even if you hadn’t found me, I still would have healed, just not as fast. But you did find me. When you came it was like everything became brighter. You were beautiful. I fell in love with you.” 

You retreated farther, even as he stepped closer. A god was powerful. But this one was deluded. And you got the sense that made it even worse. 

“You don’t love me! You’re in love with the idea of me! If someone else had saved you, you’d probably be in love with them!” 

“Maybe at first, but I got to know you and I did fall in love with you! Please, stop saying such hurtful, untrue words, angelfish! I love you, I love you, I love you! And I’ll keep on loving you!” 

You yelped, ducking out of the way as he lunged at you. You scrabbled up one of the rocks, shaking off any hold he tried to land on your ankles. You panted, cautiously eyeing the god pacing around the rock. 

“Come on, lovely,” he called up to you, “Come back down! I’d hate to have to force you! You were the one who agreed to come with me in the first place.” 

You furrowed your brows as you held on to the top of the spire. 

“What do you mean? I agreed to see you off, but I didn’t agree to come with you.” 

You heard a growl and gulped as the sea suddenly started showing choppy waves. Apparently that was the wrong thing to say. You tried to think of what to say that would calm the man down. 

“Look, I’m sure you’re a lovely god, outside of this whole...thing. I’d love to go with you, maybe for a visit, maybe if this whole thing had played out differently, but not long term. My home is here, everyone I care for is here, and I can’t just abandon them.”

You got quieter near the end as you noticed the water calming down. You glanced over the edge of the rock you hung on to, and saw that Poseidon appeared to have stopped moving. You licked your lips, and cautiously hopped down, on the opposite side of where he was standing. When he didn’t immediately try to grab you, you worked up the nerve to glance around the side. When you deemed him shocked you backed up, slowly at first, before picking up speed, swiftly bounding through the woods. 

“I’m sorry! But whatever this is, isn’t what I’m really looking for! Please, just leave me alone! But, I do hope you get home safely!” 

With that said, you bounded out of sight, leaving behind a slowly grinning god. 

Poseidon chuckled, staring straight ahead. 

“She thinks I’m lovely. She wants to go with me,” he chuckled more, his eyes twitching and narrowing, before his smile shifted into a scowl, “But those bastards. That village full of them. She feels as though they should matter to her. Well, don’t worry lovely, I’ll make sure they can’t keep you away for much longer.” 

His breathing picked up as he became excited at the thought of you finally in his arms. He swiftly turned around and strode confidently into the waves. The waters remained tranquil for another day, but at the same time the next morning, they grew tumultuous as several hulking beasts emerged and lumbered through the trees and a storm began to form on the backdrop of broken shards of rocks and torn apart trees. 

~~~~~ 

You raced through the trees, looking over your shoulder every so often to make sure Poseidon didn’t choose to follow you. You burst through the last few bushes and raced down the street, passing by surprised looking shopkeepers, before turning abruptly toward the back of the tavern. When you arrived, you slammed the door shut behind you, startling several cooks. They stopped and stared for several minutes before the head chef yelled at them to get back to work. You heaved for breath, waving off the concerned glances, before walking as fast as you could down the hallway to the first person that had come to mind for comfort. 

You swiftly opened the door and shut it behind you. Beorn looked at you, startled and half dressed. He looked over for a moment before cautiously asking if you were alright. At that, you burst into tears and barreled into his chest, blubbering and explaining what had happened through the heaves for breath and sobs that exited your mouth. He stilled from his half hearted attempts at first to remove you and wrapped his arms firmly around your back, clutching you protectively to his chest. Eventually, he picked you up to sit down on his bed and cradled you in his lap, murmuring soothing words to calm you down. 

“It’s going to be alright. I’ve got you, he isn’t here, everything will be fine. I’m sure if he really is who he says he is, he’s already forgotten about you. Don’t worry (Y/n), I’ll keep you safe.” 

You slowly settled down, sniffling slightly. As you calmed down, he tucked you into his bed, stating he would be back as soon as he could. You whimpered slightly as he left, but slowly relaxed as time passed and nothing else happened. Soon enough, you got restless and ambled over to the bookshelf in his room. A few hours passed as you steadily read your way through the book you chose, before the door opened and Beorn slipped back inside. 

You looked up at him, with the unspoken question of what happened, present in your eyes. He settled himself down next to where you were perched on the bed before answering. 

“Well, there’s no sign of him at the beach, and the waters are calm. And your footprints were the only ones we found leading away from the beach. It seems he’s gone.” 

You wilted with relief into his side. You felt a few stress filled tears slip silently out of your eyes as Beorn settled you back amongst the sheets of the bed. 

“It seems this week is just one stress after the other, huh (Y/n)? You can stay here for now, but if you’re up to it, do you think you can work a shift tonight?” 

You nodded slightly, feeling better now that you have been given confirmation that he wasn’t still there at the beach. Beorn sighed, patting you slightly on the head, before getting on to his own work. You stayed there in peaceful silence, eating lunch with him, before heading off to your shift, getting some minor teasing from Mindy, for staying in Beorn’s room, as you passed her in the hall. Working your shift, it seemed most of the town had already found out what had happened, since everyone was slightly uneasy, but offering heartfelt offers of protection to you. You waved most of it off, not wanting to really be reminded of the incident. By the time you were back in Beorn’s room, stating you felt more at ease if you could stay with him for the night, you were as exhausted as you were two nights ago. You managed to drift off, curled up to Beorn’s warmth, even if he was still stiff and uncertain. He just didn’t know how to handle it yet. It was actually rather cute, how embarrassed and awkward he was about it. It cheered you up, even as the events of the day finally drained you completely. 

~~~~~ 

Heavy thumps resounded at the edges of your consciousness. You shifted slightly, curling more into Beorn’s side, who had, by now, wrapped his arms around you and drew you closer during his sleep. You almost drifted off back to sleep, but the thumping continued, getting louder and louder. Your eyebrows furrowed. Beorn started to shift himself. Suddenly, a huge rumble of thunder and a crack that sounded like a tree being knocked over ripped through the sleepy haze and startled you awake. 

You nearly fell out of bed, but Beorn managed to keep a hold of you, even as he was also suddenly pulled out of sleep. You were both wide awake and panting, as suddenly, drop by drop, rain began to fall on the roof, picking up in numbers as it then began to pound furiously against the roof. The thumping continued, and the sound of trees being knocked over continued, eventually splitting up until it felt like that sound surrounded you on all sides, just as much as the rain did. You glanced at each other for a moment, before racing to pull off the covers, you running to your own room to pull on some suitable clothes, then rushing down the hall, to join the crowd of other workers already standing under the front entrance. 

Looking outside, the rain blocked most visibility, but giant shapes suddenly loomed into view as thunder rumbled and lightning raced across the sky. A few cries resounded as it highlighted giant creatures, draped in what looked like seaweed, with either craggy rocks or glittering, but sharp, coral making up the majority of their bodies. Glowing red and blue eyes looked over the village, seeming to be unimpeded by the lashing rain pounding into the ground. You shook, fearing the worst, knowing where these monsters came from. 

There appeared to be at least five monsters, slowly making their way around the perimeter of the village. A few people braved the deluge to race between houses to check on their neighbors. You slowly backed into the tavern, unnoticed by everyone else, all of who may were too busy gaping at the creatures or braving the storm to check on their families to notice you stumbling to the kitchen to look out the other way. More rain and monsters greeted your sight. You trembled, close to tears, and just about ready to run back inside before you were swiftly yanked out as a tight hold suddenly grabbed onto your wrist.

You tried to scream for help, but a bruising kiss muffled any sound that tried to exit your mouth. Squinting against the rain, you were met with familiar glowing aquamarine eyes boring into you. Your eyes widened and you struggled to escape the hold Poseidon had on you, but he merely pulled you closer, the hand holding your wrist wrapping around your back to pull you flush against his front, the other hand on the back of your head, tilting your head as his tongue swiped across your lips, asking for entrance. 

You refused, continuing to struggle against him as he continued insistently, prying open the seam of your lips. You could feel tears welling up as your struggles slowed as the rain continued to beat down, plastering your clothes to your body, and allowing a deep chill to begin to settle in your bones. The tears began to slip down your face, swiftly lost in the rain, as he began to slowly retreat, nearly dragging you along, still attempting to delve deep into your mouth. You nearly gave up hope, before you felt arms wrap around you and pry you from the god’s arms. 

You trembled, as you heard Poseidon snarl wordlessly as you were ripped from his grasp. He tried to snatch you back mindlessly, not even thinking about the ones who saved you, before he was met with a swift punch to the jaw. You were pulled protectively into the arms of Cera, before being bundled back to the door, where Cassandra held on to you as Beorn confronted the god who tried to take you. 

“I should have known this was all your fault,” Beorn snarled, “I’ll admit, it felt good to finally give you the punch you deserved, but you’d better leave, now.” 

Poseidon chuckled, shoulders shaking, before he began to devolve into maniacal laughter. 

“You’re a fool! I’m not leaving until my angelfish is back in my arms! I’ll admit, I was planning on simply waiting for her to come to me, but then she was at the back door, by herself and staring outside so sweetly... I couldn’t resist myself. Oh lovely, won’t you come over here? Back into my arms?” 

He directed the last part at you, imploringly beckoning you over to him. You shivered, pressing yourself further into Cassandra’s warmth as Cera and Beorn bristled with agitation and fully blocked you from his sight. You heard him growl, before another thundering boom rang out and the rain, somehow, picked up in speed. 

“Fine then. Keep her for now. But I swear, I won’t leave and neither will any of you until she is back in my arms!” 

A blinding flash of lightning and near deafening boom of thunder, and Poseidon had vanished. You cried, scared and horrified that he hadn’t simply left you alone when you asked him to. You soon found out Cassandra had been the one to mention you were gone, having braved the storm to check on you, leading to Beorn and Cera to rush to the back, to find you being held and nearly carried away. You tried to apologize multiple times for this, but they assured you the blame rested completely on Poseidon. 

You remained shivering for a long time, even bundled up and set in front of the fire when it had finally been coaxed to life. Any villagers or travelers who arrived, stayed in much the same position as you. You remained inside, even as the day drew to a close and most of them trickled out through the tempest raging beyond the doors. The real trouble began the next day. Several travelers and farmers were injured trying to leave the perimeters of the village. They had been batted back into the streets by the monsters. 

You gulped, Poseidon’s words from yesterday echoing in your head. Nobody would be able to leave. That’s the purpose for those creatures. You mentioned this to Beorn, whose face grew grim. Without any access to the outside, the travelers would be stuck here indefinitely, the farmers would be unable to tend to any of their crops or livestock, and it meant no chance of running for help. 

The only chance would be to try to survive off any gardens, livestock, and supplies already in the village. The next few days were a scramble to salvage the gardens, cover what could be covered, and keep all food accounted for. You wanted to help as best as you could, so you were stuck grappling with a tarp with the twins to cover the garden at the back of the tavern. While you were cautious because you had nearly been abducted there, you felt safe with the twins there to keep watch for the god. 

When you had finally managed to wrestle the tarp onto the stands that were set up, finishing the patchwork covering, a sigh of relief resounded from all three of you from above the sound of the pounding rain and rumbles of thunder. You giggled, joining in on the laughter the twins were emitting. They began to head in, with you aiming to follow swiftly behind. A whisper of your name caused you to slow, but you ignored it as best as you could and hurried inside. 

~~~~~ 

The storms became worse and more people were injured as a result of attempting to leave. Unrest began to spread, many villagers settling in for the long run, but a few farmers were uneasy and worried about their crops and animals. The travelers were restless, wanting to leave, and, not learning from experience, they continued to attempt to leave, many becoming injured in the process. 

You attempted to bunk down as far away from the storm as you could get. Whispers from Poseidon continued to reach your ears, crooning out the little nicknames he gave you and pleas for you to leave behind the village and come into his arms. They were nearly constant, getting louder if you were near Beorn or Cera, keeping you up at night. You tried to hide it from everyone, but the soothing tea Cassandra kept offering you indicated she knew. You were glad she hadn’t told anyone else, you didn’t want to worry anyone, but you figured if this kept up, you might not be able to hide it anymore. 

The worst part was, the closer you were to the storm, the quieter the sound. This lead to the day you volunteered to collect the vegetables from the garden out back. It was a one person job and the storm would surround you on all sides, but you managed to convince Beorn to allow you to do it. 

You sighed, even with the pouring rain, the whispers were finally gone for now. As you began to collect, you tried your best to ignore the sudden increase in sound as the tarp was lifted, before it dropped back down. You knew what was coming, but you tried to stand your ground as best as you could, squaring your shoulders and ignoring the hands that began to caress your sides and the lips that pressed themselves gently on your neck. You finished your collection on one section, and moved to another. The hands followed, soon wrapping around your stomach. It became harder to not tremble as you felt a chest slowly and firmly press up against your back, and the lips trail up your neck before being replaced by a chin resting on the top of your head. As you finally finished, you tried to shrug off the arms entwined around your body, but let out a wheeze as they squeezed your body in warning. You couldn’t stop your trembles at this point as Poseidon began to sway you back and forth, humming slightly, as you heard a sudden thump and shouts ringing out in the distance, likely the travelers trying to leave again, before he finally broke the silence. 

“Oh (Y/n), why won’t you just give in? I’m waiting patiently for you, but I fear you are being kept away from me by the fool and the shifter. That one sun blessed lady seems to have a good head on her shoulders though. Oh well, I’m sure you’ll be convinced to come to me soon enough.” 

With that ominous statement, he departed with a final kiss placed on the side of your neck. You shivered, unsure of what to do next, other than to take in your haul. As you stepped out, and back across, you grew worried as the whispers didn’t return. As you handed off the vegetables, you headed into the tavern, where a hubbub was gathered. You grew concerned as people parted in front of you, with saddened looks on their faces as you drew near the center. As you reached the middle, you stopped, seeing with clarity what the problem was and what Poseidon had meant by his ominous parting statement. 

You shook your head, tears filling your eyes as you were forced to behold the heavily injured body of Beorn. 

~~~~~ 

Mr. Ava had been brought soon after you saw what had happened. You were in tears, nearly unconsolable as you clutched onto Beorn’s hand. Apparently, he had tried to stop some of the more foolhardy travelers from attempting another run at the monsters, when the one closest had lashed out. One of the travelers had ended up catching the brunt of the attack. He ended up being one of the other men at the table about two weeks ago. He was also dead, with a neck at an angle it shouldn’t be at and at least two limbs mashed into an unrecognizable shape. Another ended up crashing into a table and currently had a huge piece of wood speared through his upper thigh. A few others had also been caught, but only suffered a few bruises and broken bones. Beorn had been right behind the dead traveler. He barely survived, with a dislocated shoulder, multiple fractures in his legs, and several gashes carved into his sides. He looked eerily reminiscent of the injures Poseidon had suffered when you had first found him. 

Eventually, you were escorted away from the scene, and left in your room to calm down, with assurances that Beorn would heal. But you knew what this meant. The travelers hadn’t been able to actually start trying. The monster had lashed out directly and purposefully at Beorn. It was a warning. 

You sniffled, finally staggering to your feet. When you went to open the door, Cassandra met you there. You faltered, but she merely sighed and began to escort you out the back. 

“I wish it hadn’t come to this. If you had listened to my first warning, maybe it wouldn’t have. But it’s too late for what ifs. Head to the beach (Y/n). I....I wish I could assure you that everything will be fine, but I can’t. Just try to stay safe.” 

“W-Wait,” you exclaimed, quickly grabbing her arm, “Tell him...t-tell him... I love him.” 

You sniffled, looking pleadingly at her. A look of heartbreak and acceptance briefly crossed Cassandra’s face. 

“I will,” she promised, leaning in slightly.

Then she was gone, leaving a slight pressure remaining on your lips as she quietly closed the door behind herself. You teared up, but took off through the streets, nearly slipping several times as you lost traction on the wet cobblestones. But soon, you were reaching the end of the village, passing between two giants, one was coral with red eyes, the other was rock with blue eyes. They made no movement to stop you, just watched silently as you raced between them and slipped into the woods. 

The trees you ran through were devastated by the wake of the giants when they first emerged. This meant you not only had pouring rain lashing at your back, rolling down your already soaked clothes to drip down to the forest floor, but you also had the fallen trunks of trees to avoid or leap over. The tears slipping down your face mixed with the rain as soon as they exited your eyes, but still managed to blind you more than the rain ever could. It was a miracle you managed to reach the beach without seriously injuring yourself. 

You stopped short as you arrived, seeing mere fragments of rocks where there once was tall spires carved with etchings of a long forgotten language reaching high into the sky. This made you even more upset for some reason. You gazed off, seeing the figure of Poseidon facing away from you. You hesitated, but, seeing as he wouldn’t stop until you were with him, cautiously made your way over to his side. 

You paused as he merely stood there, looking out across the water with a glare. His jaw clenched slightly, before he spoke. “I really hate that fool. He somehow managed to avoid the killing blow thanks to that idiot. And, of course, the old codger got there in time. I suppose I’m more upset by the sun blessed woman now. She may have guided you out, but as for that kiss, I don’t think I can forgive. Hell, if the fool or the shifter did the same, I don’t know what I would do.”

You flinched at the bloodlust that he exuded, feeling the sudden need to get even farther away from the man than you had wanted to before. You shifted in place, contemplating your options, but he swiftly decided for you, as the aura dissipated, he visibly relaxed, and he turned towards you to wrap you in his arms and tug you closer to him. You squirmed slightly, but knowing the lives that hung in the balance, you went limp as soon as he leaned down for a kiss. He kissed you deeply, you pliantly parting your lips as he asked for entrance this time. You whimpered slightly, and only did the bare minimum to reciprocate, while he took full advantage of your compliance to eagerly explore your mouth. By the time he was done, you were gasping for breath, a faint string of saliva connecting your mouths as he reluctantly pulled away. When he caught his breath, he kissed you several more times, before beginning to walk into the ocean as he murmured to you. 

“Oh, my sweet little star. I knew you would come to me eventually. Those fools tried to mess with your mind, poisoning you into thinking your love for me wasn’t important. I knew a little coercing would convince you otherwise though.”

Knowing the god currently rambling into your ear had no problems threatening an entire village with death to get what he wanted, you felt there had been little choice in the matter in your own viable options. It seemed to come down to give yourself over to the deluded god and save the lives of many innocents, or stay with them and risk having them all die until he either gives up or drags you away kicking and screaming. 

You shifted in his grip as the two of you slowly sunk into the water, a bubble beginning to form around you. You glanced over your shoulder to see the sun finally beginning to break free from the clouds and the monsters begin to turn towards the ocean and slowly lumber back to the waves. You shivered as the water fully enclosed over your heads, a large bubble of air now surrounding the two of you, at which point you finally tuned back into his words after absently noting it seemed to have its own form of gravity as you were currently floating in the middle.

“I don’t really need this bubble of course, but since you are still mortal, and liable to drowning, at least until I figure that tricky little problem out, the bubble shall be the way to go. Don’t worry, I’ll make it so you can still explore! I’d hate for my little scallop to be bored and stuck in one place.” 

He nuzzled into you, scooping you up into his lap as you bobbed in place, the bubble picking up speed, and the ocean turning into a blur of color so as you passed exotic looking plant and animal life in the slightly murky water. You were drawn in by the colors, staring at what you could as the bubble picked up speed. You winced as Poseidon went from nuzzling your neck to sinking his teeth into a particularly sensitive patch of skin on your neck. He peered up at you apologetically, but that didn’t stop him from sinking his teeth into the other side of your neck as well. You whimpered, trying to draw yourself away from the source of the pain, but he was persistent. He kept you still, pinning your arms by holding your wrists together in one hand, while keeping you still by boxing you in his lap with his legs and other arm. Several minutes passed, and by the end of it, not only was your neck in the process of being covered with some large bruises, but your lips were slightly swollen from being kissed passionately. He had then proceeded to pepper kisses on your cheek and over the forming bruises as a wordless apology before he gave you his excuse. 

“My apologies, lovely. But until I can fully make you mine, these will do to ward off any who try to come for you,” he pouted slightly at the teary eyed look you gave him, “Don’t worry, angelfish. We’ll be home soon.” 

He resumed nuzzling your neck, humming with delight. You sighed, looking out at the blur of colors with less awe then before as you contemplated how your life was changing in a way you wouldn’t have thought possible about a month ago. You regretted not listening to Cassandra’s warning earlier. As if hearing your thoughts and disapproving of them, Poseidon nudged at your neck a little harder, drawing your attention back to him. Well, looking on the bright side, you’d probably be able to breathe underwater soon. As he let go of your wrists to hug you, and you raised your arms to lay them on his back to hopefully appease the god with at least a facsimile of a hug, you closed your eyes to the blurred colors outside the quiet bubble you were being kept in, and kept trying to look on the bright side. It was all you could really do at the moment.

Kudos to to anyone who knows what myth Cassandra is based off of. 

Baklava is a rich, sweet dessert pastry made of layers of filo filled with chopped nuts and sweetened and held together with syrup or honey. It is characteristic of the cuisines of the Levant and the broader Middle East, along with Greece, the South Caucasus, Balkans, Maghreb, and Central Asia. 

#yandere #yandere gods #yandere mythology #yandere x reader #long fic #yandere Poseidon

[phoenix--flying]

random snippets i've shared in the ta discord about this fic idea

> i've made a dent into the events of moa

“Which is it?” Ethan asked. “Surrender, or leave?”

“Both!” Terminus said. “Surrender, then leave. I am slapping your face for asking such a stupid question, you ridiculous boy! Do you feel that?” He did not, in fact, feel that.

His mother flicked a finger over the slip of paper, and the letters changed to red. “You will die painfully when you most expect it. There! Much better.” Ethan cringed when she looked towards him. As if reminding him that he was, logistically, supposed to have died. Not only would his death have been painful, but he had expected it.

“Leave that to me, my dear.” For a goddess people are often wary of, being an Underworld deity, Hecate had to be one of his favorites. “Thank you, my lady.” Hecate smiled softly, reaching a hand over to cup his cheek. “It’s lovely to see you happy, child.” Ethan smiled a little. “I’m hoping it stays that way.” Hecate tilted her head to the side, a fond sparkle in her green eyes. Today, she seemed to take a form reminiscent of Alabaster rather than her typical appearance, it gave him a familiar comfort.

Their eyes had turned glassy and gold. Ethan pushed his chair away from Leo, staring at the glassy, golden eyes in horror. That was familiar, way too familiar. He felt like throwing up.

“This is Buford,” Valdez announced. “You name your furniture?” Alabaster asked. Valdez snorted. “Man, you just wish you had furniture this cool. Buford, are you ready for Operation End Table?” Alabaster continued to stare at the son of Hephaestus, seriously considering if the boy had lost his mind.

Zhang tugged again with no luck. He grimaced with concentration. Suddenly, he disappeared. On the deck where he’d been standing, a green iguana crouched next to an empty set of Chinese handcuffs. Alabaster scrambled back, holding his hands up. Ethan caught his eye and snorted at his reaction. “That was not me.”

“Welcome aboard the Argo II, Dr. Claymore.” He mused. “Home of the great Perseus Jackson, hero of Olympus, slayer of Kronos.” He waved his hands as he spoke, dropping his voice a few octaves to imitate a sports announcer. “The son of Poseidon you don’t like?” He guessed. “Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner.”

“Try and make amends with Ethan, will you? I know you’ve missed him.” He felt his face heat up and he looked away.

#ethan nakamura #alabaster torrington #hazel levesque #frank zhang #percy jackson #annabeth chase #leo valdez #piper mclean #jason grace #pjo #hoo #ethabaster #pjo hecate #mama hecate #imagine your mom calls you out of your mf crush like?? #nine half bloods au #phoenix writing scraps

[flowerprose]

COSMO

mortal champion, star-fallen, & son of the midnight sky

from namesake, a hades and persephone myth retelling in which hades is a skeleton, stripped of his godhood and powers, and persephone is a young flower maiden in search of her missing mother.

Role: Deuteragonist & POV character

Character Snippet: under the cut!

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Cosmo smooths in the wrinkles of his chiton, flattening the linen against his torso, remembering the silhouette of his body. The width of his chest, no smaller than a barrel of ale, and the bone of his wrists, strong like olive branches. This is the suit of a human being; not a monster, not a star fragment. But belief finally sets in when he catches his reflection in the basin of water his mother left out for him.

Cosmo smiles at his reflected self, showing teeth caked with sleep when he does. His whole mouth aches, like it stayed open all night, caught on an escaped, silent scream. That happens often. No one hears him wail anymore. He tries to fight the madness alone.

Atticus finds him while he’s rinsing out his mouth and prying at his teeth to free out the gunk.

“You’re dallying,” his younger brother accuses. “Come help me milk the goats! Rooster crowed forever ago.”

Forever shares the same passage of time as a walk into town. Cosmo shakes out his curls, stalling just to cause an itch in his brother’s patience.

“Go collect the eggs then.”

“I’m not a girl. I don’t need to collect the eggs. Stop trying to make yourself pretty and c’mon.”

Cosmo smiles, feels the weight of fatigue in the corners of his mouth. “Thoughtful of you to think of me as so lovely.”

“Lovely? I could smell you outside. I didn’t say the attempt wasn’t needed.”

Atticus ducks away from Cosmo’s playful swat, but they leave the corridor of the children’s wing and head outdoors. Sunrise coats the ocean in a myriad of gold and rose, hugging Cosmo’s vision and blinding out the darkness that roots in him at night. Nothing dazzles him quite like the return of the sun, a welcome friend every morning, a patient reminder that he’s conquered another sleep.

The town comes to life at this time. The cows roam the pasture, a rooster caws for feed and company. At night, the world blisters like a wound; creatures slip by unnoticed, the careless disappear (and eventually, forgotten, from even the most cautious tales.) But the daylight belongs to man; here, they have even ground. Sight, armour, weaponry, warning.

He long abandoned desires that pulled him to seek danger, yet an omen has ravelled around his heart, like a serpent or a spell. This beautiful dawn may not bloom in two days; the sun might quiver beneath thunder and storm.

“Poseidon,” Cosmo whispers, picturing the sea foam that collects in the cove, “guide me to your will. Permit me to guard these lands.”

Let us live, he thinks desperately. Zeus, almighty father, let us survive whatever comes.

#namesake:writing #namesake:character intro #myth retelling #writeblr #my writing #my moodboards #funny enough this is the start of cosmo’s chapter and it’s just the perfect introduction for this sweet man #he’s a pacifist and worry-wart and burdened with glory and compassion

[megamindsupremacy]

Misc PJO fic recs (Part 1)

Trading tomorrow by darkmagyk and losingletters

Percy Jackson arrives at Camp Half-Blood bruised and bleeding, with the knowledge that he's the son of a god and his mother is dead. His little display with the Minotaur has caught the attention of the camp. But he’s not sure it is good attention, yet.

Only the Hermes Cabin's not-quite Co-counselor Theseus, ‘call me Theo,’ doesn't treat him like a fascinating zoo exhibit. Which would be a relief, except he looks exactly like Percy: same green eyes, same trouble making smile, same black hair. The only differences are the fact that Theo is six years older, covered in battle scars, and the black tattoo on his arm. A trident and the letters SPQR.

Theo is eighteen, powerful, and unclaimed. And his resemblance to Percy could set a dangerous precedent.

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Why don’t we rewrite the stars (changing the world to be ours) by thewritingmaniac

Percy is six when he learns he can travel in time, and nine when he tries to change the past. He certainly doesn’t expect a blond girl about his age to stop him, telling him bossily that she’s a Time Guardian (and he definitely doesn’t expect to see her again). Percabeth, AU

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thatjacksonkid by TheGermanGrim_Reaper

Following an episode of Buzzfeed Unsolved, several twitter users do their best to uncover the truth about Percy Jackson. They get surprisingly far.

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The Jackson files by ideasofmarch

Makin’ pancakes @makinbaconpancakes Does anyone know who the fuck Percy Jackson is???

Oranges are spicy @ronaldmcd Whomst?

Makin’ pancakes @makinbaconpancakes Check rachel dares insta story

Oranges are spicy @ronaldmcd k

Oranges are spicy @ronaldmcd Okay somebody find out who this kid is right damn now.

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Rachel Elizabeth Dare posts a video of Percy on her instagram story. it all just spirals from there.

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Three and a half stars by inkncoffee

Food is terrible, decor tasteless, weekend shifts seem to correspond with the onset of natural disasters??? Serving staff is pretty great, though, overall 3.5/5 would probably go again

p.s. is tipping sand dollars standard now or is the creepy, semi-regular customer just crazy?

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In the amber of a moment by rynna_aurelia

Nico di Angelo wakes up in Westover Hall again.

And again.

And again.

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A rose by any other name by izzymrdb

It wasn't Poseidon who met Sally on that beach on Montauk, but rather a far older, much more ancient version of him.

Percy is born far older and younger than he should be.

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Five times percy leaned on his friends, and one time he stood alone by kitty_pryde_bi_pride

Percy meets his friends on the battlefield and they all know he’s unbeatable, even alone. And he is alone, even with the sea and the earth and the blessing of the Styx and the blood in their veins- he can tell they think he’s gone as mad as Luke.

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We have each other now by professorrjlupin

“You’re in Asphodel.” She doesn’t know how to respond. It wasn’t a question. He takes his hands out of his pocket. His nails are coated in black, and a thick band of metal is on one of his fingers. He’s twisting it like a bottlecap. Hazel looks away. “I can get you out of here,” he says. He’s still twisting, brown eyes unfocused and glazing.

Hazel’s lungs are filled with water. “What?”

“The Doors of Death are open. You can leave.” Hazel doesn’t know what the doors are, but he’s looking at her now and she knows he isn’t lying. She knows she can follow him, she knows it by the cold feeling down her spine. She can do it.

“Okay.”

He nods. “Let’s go.”

Nico brings Hazel to Camp Jupiter from Asphodel.

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FLIP by IcyDeath

Instead of Percy, Nico gets taken by Hera for her 'exchange program' between the Romans and Greeks. A certain son of Apollo isn't happy about that.

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Falling for you by 1967hogwartsgoddess

Annabeth was slipping and Percy dived to save her; something went wrong. On the surface, Annabeth leads the Seven, desperate to rescue him and unite the camps. Alone in Tartarus, Percy finds himself making harsher choices, discovering darker methods, unlocking deeper powers, tortured and fighting for his life. He swears he's still a good kid. Post MOA

Final chapter is an AU following on from chapter 66.

#mads posts #fic recs #pjo fic recs #pjo fic rec list #riordanverse fic recs #riordanverse fic rec list

[mythosmondays]

vii. Hero & Leander

On the coast of Sestos, in Thrace, was a magnificent temple to that glorious Goddess Aphrodite; made of white marble, with large towers looking out at that beautiful Sea, it had many priestesses and devoted followers to look after it.

One such priestess was a fair young woman named Hero; everyday she climbed the many stairs to the top of the tower closest to the Ocean, which served as her chambers, and looked out on those waves and dreamt of love for herself. Even as a priestess of that radiant  Goddess of love, or perhaps because of her status, Hero found herself lacking it in her own life.

This was all she could think of at the next festival, open to all cities around, as she watched and blessed and prayed over the many couples; husbands and wives and betrothed couples accompanied by excitable parents, each caused her chest to tighten and her eyes to water. It was here though, at this festival that brought such unfortunate grief to her, that Leander, of Abydos, caught sight of her and instantly fell in love. Kneeling before her for a blessing, he asked that she pray to her Goddess that he might know her name, and be permitted to love her; and so shocked was Hero, that she told him without a second thought.

Though from cities separated by choppy waters, Leander often found ways to make his way to her temple, bringing her gifts along with his offerings to that wondrous Goddess, whom he often prayed to that Hero might love him back. And taking pity on the young man, the Goddess filled Her priestess’ heart with tender affection, and soon they began to see each other often under the cover of Night. This continued through the season, Leander taking a small ship, or sometimes swimming, if that shining Helios grew hot enough to warm the water as he did the land, to see Hero in her temple; after she’d lit the torch in her room, she would go down and make extra offerings to her Goddess, and more often than before visited the temples of the other Olympics in order to pray for his safety on these trips. As the weather cooled though, she urged him to stop seeing her, worried for his health and safety; she promised she would write to him, and that she would see him again when the Earth warmed again, but both youths were filled with sorrow at their parting.

One night, overwhelmed for missing her, Leander caught sight of the torch in Hero’s tower, and knowing that it was not for him and likely just to bring light in the dark, he set out in search of a ship to see her anyways; not finding one, he decided to swim across as he had so many nights before. But the water was cold and the winds were harsh, the torch that had driven his heart to continue on went out, and soon Leander lost his way and slipped under the waves, and did not resurface. Returning from her nightly prayer, Hero found the torch in her room had dimmed, so feeling a chill in the air she relit it with brush from the hearth and gazed out into the Sea to imagine her lover swimming towards her, as she often did in his absence. Except this night it was no imagination, and she caught sight of the familiar figure bobbing lifelessly in the water beyond the temple.

Lost in her grief, Hero did not hesitate as she gathered up her skirts and climbed the window ledge, throwing herself down against the waves to be again with the man she so loved. And seeing the awful fate of these lovers, blessed and favored by sweet Aphrodite Herself, and not wanting them to be lost without rites on Earth, or separated from one another in death, she pleaded with Poseidon to push them gently to shore. When the storm of the night passed, the other priestesses found Hero and Leander on the beach, wrapped in an embrace as if they were sleeping.

#greek mythology #faith #greek mythos #pagan religion #religion #roman mythology #roman mythos #text post #episode #mythos mondays #Aphrodisia #Aphroditie #Poseidon #Hero #Leander #Hero and Leander #this is the last one! happy Aphrodisia #i hope anyone who celebrates/celebrated enjoyed these #i enjoyed writing them a lot #ik the last two were short (n also both abt. drowing) #but all my other ideas i want to save for full length episodes #thank you again to those of you whove read all of them <3

[thebladeblaster]

Lured in

Summary: Shun angst post-Poseidon with some canon divergence at the end. The Saint of Andromeda laments about what has become the life of himself and his brothers. Could spin off into an alternate Hades chapter. (Based on manga canon. That’s why Shun has brown hair.)

It has been months since their desperate battle against Poseidon. One felt themselves longing and empty after the five of them parted ways likely to only reunite when the world was in peril again.

When had they become so distant?

That was the question Shun asked himself. He sat back in his chair. His auburn locks spilled messily onto his shoulders while his blue eyes seemed far away in thought. He wore a green shirt and white overalls. In front of him was a desk with some papers and a pen. There were various assignments and stacks of books that reached up higher than his lamp.

Athena had told them to try to live normal lives now as if Kido had not taken away any chance they had at such lives. They lost six years of an important developmental period of their lives to become child soldiers. Killers.

The thought of it made Shun nauseous. As much as he would rather do anything than return to that life unless the world was at stake…they really couldn’t do anything else. Shun had not realized the weight of how many years of their lives they lost to Kido’s schemes until he was met with just how much material he would have to learn to even attempt to even enter a public school at his age.

The sheer volume of the content to learn was beyond daunting. He was sure that the others probably wouldn’t even bother with it, especially Seiya. But…but he won’t give up!

Shun was determined to do something else with his life that didn’t involve killing. Every time he felt his will to continue trying to learn buckling he remembered the horror he felt when he was forced to kill. He HAD to do something else. Anything else.

He felt that the grief from that kind of life would drive him insane if it hasn’t already. His brothers had already become so desensitized to such a life killing their enemies without a second thought. Despite this he still loved them though it was definitely concerning…

He was still counting his stars for what was in his eyes his one win from the whole Poseidon conflict: Not killing Sorrento. Though, his accidental killing of Io might cancel that out…He decided he was going to think positively rather than lingering on where he slipped up.

The Saint had tried his damndest to not kill Io, but it just seemed inevitable. Their enemies were willing to die for what they believed in, such as they were. They weren’t so different…No they weren’t different at all. They were in fact the same as Mariners.

He wishes that they could have saved them by showing them that they fought for no reason. That was the cruel joke. They fought for nothing. Poseidon was led astray by a master manipulator. He NEVER intended to fight Athena in this era.

Pfft…

Shun almost laughed in pure grief. Tears stained his cheeks. He was thinking about it again. All these holy wars, all this pointless fighting, all for nothing…That’s what so many people fought and died for? The perverse power grabs of two twins left a mountain of bodies in their wake.

Most of Athena’s army was devastated and there was a single Mariner left. They didn’t have to die. NONE of them had to die. They would have all had normal lives without Saga.

Sigh…

But, Saga was going through something himself. He was caught between good and evil such as the curse of the Gemini. He couldn’t even really blame Saga who wasn’t in control of his actions. Shun found it difficult to blame anyone. Everyone was suffering.

They should just…stop.

He didn’t know how, but they needed to stop with all these ambitions and plans. It all made him sick. He didn’t want to deal with any of this but he felt like he was in too deep to ever escape any of this. After all, he spent most of his life being trained to be the Andromeda saint…It was that experience that had given him his one father figure…only for him to be taken away from him by war.

Maybe he should talk to June. She was one of the few he had left and he didn’t know for how long. He felt closer to a girl whom he’s never seen the face of more than his own brothers honestly. The more they marched on slaughtering more people trapped in war like themselves the more alienated he felt from them. Their hands were becoming more and more tainted with blood. He felt as if their morals were wearing away and they were becoming mindless dogs of war.

A few months ago he would say that they were different from the Saints following Saga but he didn’t think so now…Especially if he thinks about how they’ll become if they survive to become the same age they were.

His conscience felt heavy…He wished he could stop all of this somehow but he couldn’t help but feel that it would all happen again. It inevitably would.

This was a cycle. A concerning cycle that has gone on since the dawn of life. It wouldn’t stop. It would never stop.

“You know what…I just need some fresh air.”, Shun thought as he tried to bury his dire thoughts.

He forced himself out of the Kido manor and stepped outside. His eyes drifted up to the night sky. There the constellations of his brothers and himself’s destiny shone brightly clustered together. So close in fact that Andromeda and Pegasus were connected.

That made his mind drift to Seiya…He couldn’t describe the feeling he had, but he felt that their fates were indeed linked. Not that he could guess why though…He couldn’t see Phoenix anywhere in the night sky…Just like he often couldn’t see Ikki.

And now he’s feeling sad all over again. Why did everyone have to split off exactly? Like he understood that Seiya was looking for his sister but what was everyone else’s excuse? He endured six years of hell to see Ikki again only for him to just up and disappear from his life whenever he wasn’t in mortal danger. At least back then he had that reason to keep fighting not knowing where it would lead to…A cruel joke. Maybe he was just being clingy? He just felt so lonely.

His master was gone and he didn’t have a connection to any of the Gold Saints or any of the living Saints outside his brothers besides June. The only one he probably had ANY relationship with was Aphrodite and it wasn’t exactly pleasant…and he killed him.

Right awkward…

He felt like he didn’t belong at all…He felt like an alien. His values were considered foreign to even his brothers now. The connections he had were few and far between.

That’s why he decided that he’s going to become a doctor no matter how difficult it is. He wanted to help people without spilling blood for once. He wanted to heal…

A cold eerie breeze blew by him. It felt like an ill omen that the universe sent him telling him that absolutely won’t happen. He’ll be dragged into conflict no matter what.

That was the one thing he truly hated.

And he would go. Because his only choice would be to do so or die as it has been since he was seven. His hands were shaking as he couldn’t shake off these negative thoughts.

He wished that the conflict could all just end…He would do anything for it to just end and for everything to remain peaceful.

Then, Shun felt a magnetic pull. He didn’t understand what it was. He felt like something was calling him. It was probably another conflict as he had dreaded.

He was going to jump directly into hell again. This time literally.

Despite this he felt himself going anyway. He couldn’t stop as he knew there was no way out of it.

Fight or die that was the ultimatum he has been given his whole life. This time…he thinks he’ll choose the latter. If he sacrificed himself as his constellation foretold then this would all stop. This guilt. This pain. All of this.

Shun felt himself running practically sprinting towards his death. He felt far too trapped. Something had to give out.

Tatsumi…

The boy stopped when he noticed Tatsumi stand in front of him. Kido’s right hand who had taken pleasure in putting them through hell and stole away both their childhoods and futures stood in his way…Why? This is what they trained for. This is what they have been conditioned to do for their whole lives: fight or die. So why was he stopping him?

“Lady Athena wishes for you all to stay put. You, Seiya, Shiryu, Hyoga, and Ikki are henceforth never to set foot in Sanctuary again. If you do, you will be executed, as per Athena’s orders”, Tatsumi said.

“What…?”, Shun questioned, raising his eyebrow.

He couldn’t even understand what he was hearing.

“She desires for you all to live normal lives. This will be the Saints last battle.”, Tatsumi explained.

“What are you talking about? We MUST always be by Lady Athena’s side when the world is in danger—“, Shun replied, blinking as he thought about what he said.

Why was he jumping into this? He didn’t want to fight. He couldn’t stop…This way of being had a death grip over his soul. What on Earth was wrong with him? He felt compelled, hypnotized, almost brainwashed…

Ever since Saori had become Athena they just couldn’t resist this strange desire that had crept into their hearts to throw their lives away for her. He doesn’t understand when or how their feelings changed. He was sure that he was still indifferent to Saori up till…Sanctuary. Then, it was just Athena. Athena. Die for Athena.

His mind felt hazy as his hand lingered close to his chest. To the pendant he had received from his mother.

“Have we been hypnotized?! No…no…that can’t be true. Lady Athena is a good goddess. She is the Guardian of Earth. I’m…I’m overreacting. It’s just been drilled into my head since going to Andromeda Island. That’s why…we haven’t been hypnotized. That’s silly…”, Shun thought.

Shun noticed Tatsumi’s gaze drift over to the pendant as he sweated nervously.

“You heard me! So, back off and go back to your studying!”, Tatsumi said, more forcefully trying to hide his nervousness as he raised up the very same kendo stick that he had used to beat them for years.

Was this a test? A test to see just how dedicated they are to Athena. It seemed like it had to be a trick considering the lives they’ve lived up to now.

“You can be free…”, Shun was taken aback when he heard a strange voice.

It felt bizarrely familiar to him as it gave him a chill. His mind felt hazy as he felt compelled again like he HAD to go. Shun unconsciously stepped forward as Tatsumi tensed.

“I said no!”, Tatsumi yelled as he swung its blade.

To him it might as well have been in slow motion so he took the time to grab the Andromeda cloth and wore the cloth box. There Tatsumi still was trying to strike him at a snail’s pace. He doesn’t get how Tatsumi hoped to stop any of them. Shun after a few microseconds of waiting which felt like minutes to him staring at the kendo stick he decided to just move out of the way and keep walking.

By the time when Tatsumi would have struck Shun was long gone. Heck, he was already on his way to Greece.

“There must be something wrong with me…Have I changed as they have as well?”, Shun thought.

Shun felt multiple cosmos at Sanctuary clashing. There was indeed a conflict going on as he thought. How did he know that though…?

He was heading to Greece, right? Where was he going…? He felt himself being pulled somewhere by an invisible force…It was the answer to his feelings he felt. Shun found himself in front of a Victorian style castle in Germany.

“Why did I come here…?”, Shun thought.

His mind felt fuzzy and his chains jingled with unease. Like they knew something or sensed danger. Or both. The cloth assembled itself into him on its own.

He was quickly surrounded by men in purple armor…They all felt so vaguely familiar. It was like the knowledge of their identities was on the tip of his tongue. His chains jingled again going into their formation of the Andromeda Nebula on their own as his mind was…drifting.

“I MUST get there…This is…This is where I’m supposed to be…”, Shun thought, hazily as his eyes were cloudy.

In the castle a woman with long jet black hair was playing massive lyre before she suddenly stopped. She could feel a cosmos that was rapidly fluctuating in not only power but between mortal and immortal. The woman was glad that he had not run into any Saints on the way who would have surely sensed it and tried to assassinate him on the spot.

“Welcome home, Lord Hades…My dear little brother. I have been waiting for you.”, the woman thought.

To be continued…

#saint seiya #poseidon chapter #hades chapter #andromeda shun #pandora #tatsumi #my crappy writing

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

hi so i read your travis stoll x daughter of poseidon hcs and i was for a similar one?

connor stoll x poc! daughter of poseidon hcs? you can choose the trope but maybe featuring overprotective brother percy?

if not that’s okay too, thank you if you decide to do it!

⋆⭒˚.⋆ connor stoll x poc! daughter of poseidon! reader hcs

content: connor stoll x poc! daughter of poseidon! reader hcs warning: language, silly goofy times, someone is shirtless author's note: this one scared me, to be totally real. again, i don't really know if it is my place as a white passing mixed person to speak on this topic, so i wasn't sure if i wanted to do it. but, I figured screw it, let's give it a shot. and then from the moment i started it, i started to have fun, so thank you!! (tho if any one feels that it was wrong that i wrote this or something, pls pls let me know and i'm more than willing to take it down!!)

bro stole your heart and then wants to claim he didn't???? like, give it back that was MINE-

you guys obvi fell in love on a quest

it was a mismatched group but chiron just needed to send people to go get one of aphrodite's many, many combs.

so it was just you and connor on your way to maine, where she accidently left it on the beach totally not after hanging out with ares.

you and connor knew of each other but weren't like...close

but then you guys were riding the subway out of new york and when it jerked, your grip on the pole slipped and you would have been sent barreling into other new yorkers had connor not caught your waist and pulled you into his chest.

blushing mess, the both of you

that was the start fr

then it was the little bed and breakfast in maine

they only had one tiny twin bed left

because of course they did

but you and connor were so exhausted from fighting your way to maine that it didn't even matter anymore

"i'll sleep on the floor, lemme just grab a pillow-"

"are you kidding me?? con, we just fought off a hydra for like thirty minutes. you can't keep doing this quest without back support. c'mon, promise i don't bite," you argue, instantly.

connor stared at you for a few seconds before his eyes flicked to the tiny bed and then back to you

"y/n-"

"i'm not gonna fight you on this. bed, now. unless you want to sleep in wet pajamas because i will bust a pipe if you sleep on the ground."

"okay, okay, calm down, aqua girl."

"that's ms. aqua girl to you!" you joke and connor laughs, shaking his head as he slipped into the bed, squeezing off to one side as best he could

you followed soon after, also trying to give him as much space as possible

there was some silence, just the quiet slow breathing from the both of them and the distant sounds of the waves of maine

"good night, y/n"

"night, connie."

the next morning, connor woke up before you did, feeling strangely warm and a heavy weight on his chest

he forced his eyes open and looked down, realizing your head was now resting on his chest, your tight curls sprayed over his sleep shirt

his arms were naturally draped over your waist and both of yours legs were tangled up with his

connor blushed, feeling like he was tangled up in the softest seaweed

he wanted to move away for your dignity but he caught one whiff of that distinct ocean smell in your hair and couldn't bring himself to pull away

which led to an awkward breakfast

both of you blushing idiots as you retrieved aphrodite's stupid comb, mentally cursing the damn thing out for causing all this trouble.

but then, ever the confident one, on the train ride back to camp, you kissed connor

he kissed back bc he's not an idiot

if a pretty girl kisses you, you kiss back

those da rulez

let's just say they were grateful for aphrodite's comb after that

also girly totally forgot it on purpose to get the two together, change my mind

ANYWAYS you had told connor that you could not tell percy under any circumstances

he was crazy protective of his baby sister

no guy even tried anymore bc percy would just kick their asses during train and pretend it was just to make them better

no it was to keep them away from his sister

he just didn't think any one was good enough for her

so, you and connor snuck around

which connor was perfect for, being a son of hermes and all

he had mastered the art of sneaking at a very early age

though, he got better as he did it with his pretty ocean girl

so, obvi, you guys were fooling around in the poseidon cabin

percy was supposed to be gone for at least another hour, helping someone with something that you didn't care to listen to

connor's shirt had been flung somewhere else and he was working dedicatedly on getting yours off

that was, naturally, when the door swung open and percy waltz into his cabin, stilling as he saw a shirtless, lip gloss covered, connor stoll on top of his sister

"...hey, percy, what's up, man?" connor started, trying to offer a bright smile

percy's eye twitched before he lunged forwards, connor scrambling out of the poseidon cabin, still without his shirt and his pants falling out slightly

"I'M GONNA GUT YOU!! GET BACK HERE!!" percy scream after him, pursuing the son of hermes

"I'M SORRY BUT SHE WAS JUST TOO CUTE!" connor called back with a laugh, darting behind a beefy son of ares and his daugther of apollo girlfriend

"YOURE DONE FOR STOLL!"

"what ever it is, i didn't do it!" travis replied, confused, but throwing his hands up

"not you," you told travis who nodded his head

"ahh, percy finally found out?"

"yes- wait, how'd you know?"

"please, don't be rude," travis taunted with a wide smile

"Y/N HELP HE'S TRYING TO DROWN ME!!"

"SHUT UP!! I'M NOT TRYING TO DROWN YOU, I AM GOING TO DROWN YOU!!"

"boys, boys, you're both pretty," y/n mused, laughing with travis

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #percy jackson #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #connor stoll x reader #heroes of olympus x reader #travis stoll

[amymone]

Galatea rolled a ball of clay between her palms, warming it. It felt good in her hands. After a moment she opened her hands like a book, staring at the perfectly round ball of clay inside. She pushed a thumb into the center, leaving a print, then crushed the whole thing in one hand and began to work it again. 

She liked working with clay, she thought. She came from a family of sculptors, after all. And she was the family sculpture. 

The studio was empty, the house quiet. It was eerie, she thought. Normally her daughter could be heard making some kind of chaos- picking a fight with a bird, challenging someone to a footrace, running full speed into walls just because- but her daughter wasn't here anymore. And she wouldn't be here. Not ever again. 

A tear slipped down Galatea's face and off her chin, landing on the pillar of ivory she was sitting on. She wasn't sure why she'd let her go. There wasn't anything wrong with home, but she'd felt some… tug. And an uneasy feeling. And she'd let her go. 

She squeezed the ball of clay and stared at it and it forced its way through the spaces in between her fingers. 

But no matter. It was approaching dinner, and her husband was sure to be hungry.

She went into the kitchen, ladling some soup into a bowl she'd made and walking into his bedroom with it. She didn't want him to need to leave his room, not after what a day it had been. 

She handed him the bowl, smiling. "Here, honey!"

Pygmalion didn't smile back. Her heart sank slightly, she hated it when he was unhappy with her.

He said, "Galatea."

"Honey?"

"Where is [CHILD NAME EXCLUDED]?"

'No. ' said a voice somewhere inside. How odd. 

She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Stranger and stranger.

"Galatea. Answer me."

She opened her mouth, ready to respond, but the words caught in her throat. 

' No!'  

Why couldn't she-

"Galatea!"

"I'm trying! " She exclaimed desperately- then stumbled back as the bowl of hot soup was thrown at (and shattered on) her face. The wounds stung with the salt of the broth.

"You killed her!" Pygmalion loomed large over his wife, staring up at him from the ground where she'd fallen.

She tried to protest and found, again, she couldn't . Tears came to her eyes, and she shrunk back, raising a hand to shield herself-

" Get out! " He shouted, and she scrambled to her feet, nearly tripping and falling and she hurried out the door. The sun was setting fast on the horizon, a sight she couldn't stop to marvel at as she fled. Get out , he'd said. Get out.

Galatea got out, disappearing into the treeline.

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It seemed like hours before she finally made it to the other side of the woods.

In the distance loomed a large and imposing… something . And on the other side, a sort of cabin. Blood running down her face, feet aching, scalp still tender from the scalding liquid, she thought whoever was in the cabin may be able to help.

She trudged through the slightly overgrown field, climbing over a few tree trunks that seemed to have been thrown, leaving deep gouges in the ground. 

She knocked on the door of the cabin, and a sea-green eye appeared in the slot in the door. 

It opened. Oh, he was a son of Lord Poseidon for sure- the dark hair, the green eyes- he even smelled faintly of sea salt. She dipped her head.

"Another one?" came a voice from within the cabin.

"Shit, she's all beat up-"

Galatea felt her cheeks heat up in shame as she was ushered into the cabin. 

"What happened?"

' No!'

"I-" she managed, "I had to run, I was told to get out-"

"It's okay-" said the son of the sea god, "You're safe here. We'll protect you from them."

She nodded, feeling her shoulders relax, " Thank you." It was so good to know that she was safe here. Safe from whoever they were. 

A blonde boy she thought may be a child of Persephone gently pulled a shard of pottery out of her cheek. He laid his hand on her face and glowed- literally glowed . 

Healed. 

" Thank you," She said.

"Don't mention it." Said the blonde boy.

"What's your name?" asked the son of the sea, "If you remember it."

"Galatea. Where- where am I?"

"Galatea." His brow furrowed. "I'm Percy. Welcome to the Cabin."

#white boy lore #white boy fanfiction