hiiii!! I just saw your post about Jason X child of Apollo and it was so good😭 🫶🏼 I was wondering if you could write about Jason again but maybe a daughter of Demeter and he trains her in sword fighting while he’s at camp halfblood and she’s teaching him some basics in gardening and they begin to gain feelings for each other??
thank you so much <3
Blossoming flowers
Demeter!Fem!reader x Jason Grace
A/N: Omg am so glad you like my other fic! And I hope you really enjoy this one as well. I maybe deferred a bit from the original request but hope you like it. <3
Contains: fluff, characters very occ, kind of fasted paced sorry.
Word count: 3.3k
It was no secret to anyone that you had a big fat crush on Mark from the Ares cabin. You constantly found yourself at the amphitheater, like a lovesick puppy in hopes to catch a glimpse of the son of Ares, drenched in sweat beating some random kid to a pulp. Even going as far as going to infirmary after capture the flag ready to nurse him back to health–even if you didn't have healing powers–you didn't hide your attraction. Maybe it was a Demeter thing to fall for hard-headed boys with egos higher than Zeus himself. Usually, you helped the satyrs with growing strawberries and keeping the camp green and filled with flowers. But after numerous attempts to grab Mark’s attention with spider lilies and anthuriums, only to find left to die (even if it took you days to grow perfect glowing red flowers for his sake). You decided on a new approach: impressing him with your fighting skills to show him you could be someone worthy of his father’s attention.
That’s why you now found yourself on the training grounds, searching for a certain blonde. After Luke's departure, you were told Jason was the next best thing, knowing both Greek and Roman techniques that might catch Mark's eye. Jason was dripping sweat as he finished slicing a poor dummy, stopping to catch his breath and drenching himself in ice-cold water from his bottle. You weren't oblivious; he did look handsome like this, but he was no Ares boy.
“I need your help Grace,” you interrupted his little show. He looked up at you like a deer caught in headlights, not knowing what to say. “How can I help you …” he seemed to be trying to remember your name, as if it was on the tip of his tongue, but you quickly finished his sentence presenting yourself “I’m Y/N L/N from cabin 4, and I need you to teach me how to use a sword,” you said, hands crossing in front of your chest as Jason still seemed stuck in though.
“I think they have instructors in this camp for that, “ he said, confused at what was happening. Most of the campers here were friendly and cheery. You, on the other hand seemed the complete opposite, you were not rude, just slightly demanding and a bit mother-like.
“I know but none can offer me what you have,” you replied, looking up and down at the boy. He seemed way too awkward for his good. It made you chuckle, seeing him become even more confused. “I’m not threatening you or anything,” you laughed. “I’m trying to impress someone. I need to learn from the best of the best to get his attention.” You started to blush at the thought of Mark.
‘oh so she's doing this for a stupid crush’ Jason thought as he cleared his throat, bringing you back from your daydreaming. “Yeah I can help you, but at a price. I’m not cheap,” he said, expecting you to decline. Who would want to pay someone for sword lessons when they were free.? But he didn't know you were so desperate that you would pay him 500 drachmas just for a lesson
“I'll make your cabin look presentable for inspections. How about that?” you asked, remembering how Miranda complained about how clean yet dirty the Zeus cabin was. It was like he tried but stopped halfway, landing Jason with dish duty a few times. How could he refuse an offer like this? Really, you would clean his cabin, and he only had to teach you sword fighting sounds like a win in Jason's book
“Okay deal, but we can only practice after lunch and if I get put on dishwashing duty, the deal is off,” he said, holding his hand out. “Then I guess you’ve got yourself a deal, Grace,” you responded, shaking his hand. “I'll be at your cabin after breakfast before inspections. You'll forget that dish duty is even a thing.” You dropped his hand, walking back to the strawberries to work, leaving poor Jason still confused by the whole interaction.
You didn't lie when you said you would be there after breakfast. Your hair was down, and you wore the camp shirt with some denim shorts paired with your favorite trainers. Knocking on the door, you hadn't seen Jason at breakfast, so you assumed he slept in, something he tended to do. You guessed your slamming on the door woke the poor boy up as he opened the door, his glasses messily put on and with a severe case of bed head.
“Took you long enough, inspections are in an hour” You pushed him aside, excusing yourself entering the cabin. Jason was still trying to wake up, annoyed that you just walked in like it was your cabin. “Oh, please come in thank you for waking me up,” he said sarcastically, closing the door. “Like I said inspections in an hour, and I said I would be here after breakfast. I don't lie, sparky. Nice pajamas, by the way,” you snickered. Jason didn't seem to like the sudden nickname as you started dusting off his nightstand.
“What's with the nicknames? We only just met yesterday,” he questioned, grabbing fresh clothes to replace his current Superman pajamas, embarrassed by his current state. “Well, the nickname is staying, sparky, and correction you met me yesterday. I met you since you arrived at camp. You're famous among girls, Jason ". You continued to clean up the cabin. It was easy since he was the only one living here, so you wouldn't take long making this place sparkle, unlike your cabin.
Jason couldn't help blushing at your words. What did you mean he was ‘popular’ among girls? He could consider himself more average really. He walked towards the bathrooms to freshen up a bit and change his clothes, finishing by adding some vases you bought with you, adding water to them and growing some beautiful blue stars and hibiscus effortlessly, placing them by the windows. You left the cabin before Jason could come out, escaping to your camp activities.
Jason heard another knock as he rolled his eyes. It was probably whoever was doing inspections. He looked around seeing your work. You left the place spotless with flowers adding to the dull, pasty white cabin. It looked nice. “I’m coming in, Jason '' he heard a familiar voice say. At least it wasn't some random camper he didn't know this time. Piper opened the door stepping in with a scroll and pen “You better have cleaned this–” she cut herself off looking around. “Wow you did great. Oh my gods, are those flowers? They’re so beautiful!” She said, getting close to smell them. “You outdid yourself, Jason, You get a 4 out of 5.” Piper left as Jason stood there in shock, He really could get used to this.
Now being lunchtime and finally relaxing after inspections, the Demeter cabin, of course, received a 5 out of 5. Still, the Aphrodite cabin had beaten you guys for shower privileges. You sat with the rest of your siblings, enjoying a grilled cheese sandwich with some apples, and your goblet filled with your favorite drink. As you ate away, starving from being out in the heat, you were interrupted by Miranda's stare. She kept looking at you up and down like you had something on your face.
“Can I help you?” you said, looking back at her, confused at this random stare-off. “I heard from Drew that cabin 1 had flowers in it,” she said. “Um, thanks for the information, I guess,” you responded, getting back to your meal. “I thought you like Mark, not Jason” said Stev, chiming himself into the conversation. Now it seemed that all your siblings were interested in this random conversation. “Who said those flowers are mine?” “Nobody said anything about the flowers being yours,” Miranda rebutted. “Well, it was implied, and I still like Mark. I’m just doing Jason a favor,” you defended. You didn't enjoy the sudden interest in your life that your siblings seem to have. Of course, you love them, and you shared most information with them,but you just didn't find this to be relevant enough to be discussed at lunch.
“Are you trying to make him jealous? I have to tell Sherman,” Miranda continued. “I'm not trying to make anyone jealous, so don’t rat me out to your boyfriend. I’m just being a friendly camper.” You technically weren’t lying. You just wanted to stop this conversation. It was none of their business if you gave another boy flowers. “Well, I'll drop this, but maybe it will help you move on from Mark. He doesn't seem that interested in you.” You loved Miranda, really , but you just wanted to eat in peace.
You stood up annoyed at your sister. “I'm not moving on, and I just wanted to eat peacefully. Thank you.” You stomped over, dropping the rest of your food in the pit, and walked towards the training fields. You half expected Jason not to be there yet, probably enjoying his lunch, yet it was Jason Grace; he was already there, sweat dripping from his forehead. “Aren't you going to get lunch?” You were starting to think this boy doesn't eat and only trains. “Already did,” he responded blandly, dropping the fake sword and flipping his shirt to clean off the sweat on his forehead. You could slightly see his abs turning around at the sight. “Thanks for the cabin,” he finally said, clearing his throat and making you look back “Yeah, well, now it's your time to hold your end of the deal.” Jason grabbed another wooden sword and walked closer to you, he handed you the sword.
“Okay now show me how you hold it,” he said as you placed your hands on the handle, unfamiliar with it. You looked up at Jason as he judged your stance. He got behind you, wrapping his hands around yours and adjusting them. “You should hold it kind of like a tennis racquet. Place this hand here.” You were glad he couldn't see your face because you couldn't help but blush at the feeling of his rough, calloused hands. They felt so nice around yours that you wished they could stay there. You seemed to snap yourself back to reality at your train of thought, you were doing this for Mark, you reminded yourself. Jason backed away and grabbed his sword again
“Once you have your hands like that, try swinging it like this,” he demonstrated the move with such ease, as if sword fighting was like breathing to him. You tried what seemed to be an easy move and failed. You frowned, thinking this was going to be easy. It's just a stick. How hard could it be? “It's fine if you don't get it the first time. You need to be one with the sword, feel the movements flow with the air, adapt yourself, and don't take your eyes off the target,” he said, demonstrating some moves on the dummies. Jason was a natural. He looked majestic moving with the wind, hitting the dummy again and again. He stopped looking back at you, your mouth was in awe, still holding your wooden sword
“Yeah, Sparky, I’m quitting, this is too hard. You make it look so easy” you said, dropping the sword. “You're not quitting.It's not easy at first, believe me, but you'll get the hang of it. Trust me, just give it time. Now, grab that sword, starting from the beginning” you did he said. Now finally understand why people always were so sweaty after sword practice, as you kept repeating motions one after the other, following Jason's lead. Maybe it wasn't as bad as you thought, or maybe a certain blonde made things a little bit more bearable.
You would be lying if you said being with Jason wasn’t enjoyable. After several weeks of training with Jupiter's son, you would go as far as to say you guys are friends. You started to look forward to your little session after lunch, eating your food as soon as possible and leaving your siblings in the dust before they could ask any questions. It wasn't like this was a secret or anything, but you also were not vocal about Jason helping you, especially since it was supposed to be a surprise for Mark, or at least that's how it started.
Over the past few weeks, Jason somehow knew how to tumble down your walls, your once harsh and sometimes rude demeanor falling. You found yourself laughing at his nerdy puns and craving the feeling of his hands on your waist as he corrected your form. But that's how friends feel about each other, right? Jason couldn't complain either, your presence brought a certain peace to his life, and he kept getting great shower slots, his cabin being decorated always with the most gorgeous flowers from salvia, bluebells, lobelias, hydrangeas, iris, and much, much more. Seeing every new flower brought a smile to his face, unlike a certain Ares boy, he took care of them. Your cleaning services evolved to gardening services as you taught him how to take care of each one properly or how to press them once dead. Jason had his little secrets in the corner of his small closet. He placed a box with every pressed flower you had grown for him, but that's what friends do, right?
Finding yourself in the strawberry fields working on the current order the ‘Delphi strawberry service’ had to fulfill, every time you found yourself growing plants or tending to them, you couldn't help but escape to your little world, concentrating on the feeling of the vines, the roots, and the way the wind blew. Everything was perfect as a small batch of strawberries started to materialize.
“That's impressive,” a deep voice called. You swear your heart skipped a beat as a small bush of larkspur grew. “Gods, Jason, announce your comingings and goingings please,” you said, a hand over your heart, trying to calm it down. “Sorry, didn't mean to scare you,” he laughed. “I didn't know that would happen,” he pointed towards the flowers, crouching down to touch them.
“Yeah, Demeter kids can sometimes grow things when startled, their larkspur, July birth flowers,'' you explained, making them disappear, turning back your attention towards the strawberries. “My birthday is July,'' he said, frowning at the disappearance of the flowers. “Really? Didn't know that." Lies, you did know that Jason's birthday was in July. You knew why those flowers popped up, but he didn't need to know that. “I’m busy, sparky. Do you need anything?” That once annoying nickname came to grow on him, the sound of your voice was like honey to him, so sweet he couldn't get enough.
“First I want you to make those flowers again, and second, I wanted to ask you for advice,” he said, starting to whisper the last part. You continued looking at the strawberries, using your other hand to create a small batch of larkspurs, Jason gently grabbed them, handling them with surprising care.
“Cabin 6 is that way if you want advice,” you pointed towards the cabins with your free hand, now picking some strawberries off, staking them in green crates. “Yeah, no, this is more of a Demeter question than an Athena one,” he said, peeling his eyes off the flowers and looking back at you. “You see, I think this girl is cute and I want to make a bouquet for her,” he said, averting his eyes, getting nervous all of a sudden. You didn't expect him to ask you for such a favor, this girl must be perfect for Jason to want to do such a grand gesture, but you also didn't expect to feel so jealous about this girl.
“I think this is more of a Cabin 10 thing, maybe you should ask Piper,” you said, like venom spilling out your tongue as petunias began to replace small daisies that lay on the ground.
“I already talked to Piper, and she said I should talk to you,” he responded, not noticing the small circle of flowers that surrounded you now. Getting up, ready to walk away from this conversation, you looked back at Jason. “Get her Azaleas, girls like those.” Correction. You liked those. You didn't understand your current rage of jealousy. You liked Mark, Jason was just a friend nothing more. You walked away before he could say anything else, heading directly towards the training grounds. Now that you seem to be decent with a sword, it was quite relaxing to destroy dummies when you had these fits of rage.
“Not half bad, Y/N,” spoke a voice. You tensed up, directing your attention towards them. “Oh hi, Mark.” You couldn't help but feel a blush creep up your cheeks, but still, for some reason, you didn't feel a storm of butterflies like you did before.
“I miss the flowers, you seem to be avoiding me,” he said, fake pouting. More like you miss the attention, you thought. “Well, I've been busy lately,” you replied, trying your best to look everywhere but his eyes. He seemed to smirk, at his seeing the effect he had on you
“I've seen you with that Zeus boy. If you needed help with a sword, you could've just asked me,” he racked his hand through his hair, getting closer to you. You should’ve been happy that Mark finally seemed to notice you, but it just felt wrong. You wanted Jason to be there.
“She's quite happy with her current teacher,” Jason quickly slung his arm around your waist ,pulling you closer to him. Mark scoffed, turning his ego crushed into pieces. “I thought you liked him, you looked kind of uncomfortable there,” Jason said letting you go once Mark left. You missed the warmth of his arm. Gods, you think you like Jason. You couldn't say you were surprised. After spending some time sparing, bodies full of sweat colliding with one another, or how he touched you to correct your form, hands lingering a little more than they should.
Your eyes were stuck on Jason's, blue just like morning glories. Then they traveled down to his lips. Gods, this boy was making it impossible to form words. Completely unaware of your racing thoughts, you said, “I think I like this other guy,” stepping closer. You didn't know what you were doing, but you hoped you wouldn't be left looking like a fool.
“Oh really?” He sounded sad, even frowning a bit. “I’m sure he's handsome,” Jason tried to act interested in this new information, but he could not help but feel equally as jealous. Couldn't you see how much he liked you, how even agreed to this whole thing because you had caught his eye?
“Yeah, he's handsome, good with a sword. It's kind of hot seeing him practice every day,” he said, stepping closer to Jason as he just stood there, not knowing what to do. It always made you laugh at how awkward he could be at times, not knowing what to do or how to act.
“Whenever he uses glasses it makes him look cuter. It makes me want to stare into his eyes forever” Not going to lie, that made you cringe, but this whole situation was making you cringe. Wrapping your hands around his neck Jason couldn't help but smile, finally understanding where you were going with this. You instantly pulled him down, your lips colliding finally as you felt him smile into the kiss.
“I think he likes you too” he whispered, your faces are so close. “Thought you liked another girl, one that you wanted to give flowers to,” Jason instantly facepalmed himself. Even after kissing and confirming his feelings, you stayed as dense as ever.
“Yeah Y/N I like you. I wanted to give flowers to you,” he wrapped his hand around your waist, pulling you in for another kiss. “Meet me after the campfire in my cabin?” he said. “It's a date,” you smiled, pulling back again for another kiss.
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it seems we're both excited to watch Scream VI! what a good thing.
unfortunately, we still have to wait a little longer...so let's talk about Tara Carpenter, shall we?
(warning: implied gp!reader; implied height difference; Dom/Sub dynamic; ghostface!Tara; overstimulation.)
Tara looks like a good girl...funny, innocent, sweet girl, whose laughter could make even the coldest heart beat a little faster. whose hand are warm and so, so tiny compared to yours. she is just the cutest, all freckles and brown eyes, pink aesthetic and a love for scary movies.
when she asks you what is your favorite scary movie, you don't even think much about it.
at least not until you see a tiny Ghostface right in front of you.
Tara looks like danger while chasing after you. you both trip, hit walls and break furniture all over your house. it only ends when you're pinning her on the floor, her face completely exposed to you and a new feeling you've never felt before burning inside you.
something within anger and fear and love and lust.
you don't even know. you just want to take her right there, right after Tara fucking Carpenter tried to stab you.
Tara looks like fire when you fuck the shit out of her. she doesn't fight back when you break her, when you give her twice the feeling of being hunted down by a beast. if something, it looks like she wants you to do so...to fill her up and rub her sweet spots until she loses consciousness, to make her feel so defenseless and good at the same time. she is by all means the murderer inside the room, but you're the one driving her to the edge again and again and again.
have a good look; Tara Carpenter is a masterpiece. her wet thighs, throbbing pussy and red, swollen lips as she whines, whimpers, begs you to stop, to keep going, to do something, anything to extinguish the fire inside her - there's just so much thirst in this girl...ruining her is the least you could do after all the running and trouble she made you go through.
oh, and when you turn her delicate but strong body into a mess, overflowing with pleasure to the point it's painful, she knows you've always been the best first target she could have picked.
now, now...I might have written a little to much. a bad habit of mine, you could say.
I just wonder...what would you write, if your goal was to elaborate this scenario?
oh, but don't push yourself, alright? if it's to much we could just pretend it didn't happened at all.
have a nice day, darling!
oh. my. god.
my mouth was hanging open the whole time i read this wtf.
THIS IS SO COOL I LOVE THIS IDEA!!!
(when i get some free time tomorrow i’ll hopefully write it, this is amazing you little talented anon)
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