Okay Okay I Know You JUST Wrote Something For Me But I Also JUST Got An Idea! What About Either Connor

Okay okay I know you JUST wrote something for me but I also JUST got an idea! What about either Connor Stoll or Percy dating a daughter of Dionysus!? He doesn’t know initially but when he noticed them spending more time together he gets suspicious and then when he walks into her cabin without word one day and catches her kissing him he realizes that his precious daughter is dating the guy…which he’s not pleased about. So he threatens his daughter’s boyfriend and is all “if you so much as look at her the wrong way I WILL hunt you down and you’ll regret it for the rest of your life” but ultimately approves because he sees how happy that he makes the reader? And so he goes back to reader and tries to make the threat not seem as bad and they just have a cute little picnic or something together.

If you choose to ignore that’s fine cause you did JUST write something for me, but I think it might be interesting.

hi hi! and no worries about the amount of requests ill take em all! because i just wrote something with percy, i'll go with connor + i love the stoll brothers so...thank you for the request!

edit: i just realized i completely forgot the picnic part...im so sorry :(

You sat on a bench on the porch of your cabin, bending grapevines and leaves amongst twigs to fold it into a crown. Connor, amused, sat at your feet, chin hooked on top of your knee.

"Just wait," you murmured, tongue poking out from your lips as you tie the twigs with a few stray pieces of string, "it looks better when it's on your head."

Connor hummed, raising an eyebrow. You've pricked your fingers about five times, and it'd been an hour of you carefully crafting the crown, but he'd stayed there at your feet for every second of it.

"Aha!" you grinned and leaned down to place it in his curls. Immediately, his dark curls seemed to swallow it up. He winces, as pulls on one curl that had been tugged on uncomfortably when it was placed in his head.

You'd been right, it did look better on his head. The leaves stood out in his dark hair, and the wood of the twigs was a lighter shade than his hair.

You smiled, cradling his cheeks in your hands. "See? Perfect."

He giggled, "me or the crown?"

"Both."

You leaned in to kiss him, when your name was sharply called.

"Y/N!" Your head shot up to find your father, Dionysus, making his way towards you. Connor's eyebrows furrowed, showing his distaste at the intrusion, but stood up and shuffled away a bit. Not even he would dare face your father.

"Papa," you greeted, standing up. He glanced at Connor, but looked over it and waved you forward. Nervously, you hopped down the steps to greet him. Even if he was your dad, and you were around him frequently, he was still a god and could very much turn you into a shellfish if he pleased.

"Yes?" You asked, hands folded behind your back. Your father rubbed his temple, can of coca-cola in hand.

"I need you to overlook the new campers in the archery range. I would ask somebody else, but they all made up excuses and I don't have the energy to do it," he looked genuinely sympathetic for you, knowing very well how much of a pain some new campers could be. It wasn't new to you, for him to treat you so kindly, but Connor made a noise of surprise in the back of his throat.

"Yes, papa. I'll be there in a moment, let me grab my bow," you ran back into the cabin, and exited just in time to hear your dad dismiss your boyfriend.

You gave Connor a brief wave, which he grinned and returned, but stopped and ran when your father stared at him.

"God, I hate Hermes' kids," he said before taking a sip of his drink.

You chuckled weakly, shouldering your bow. "Yeah..."

He walked off, and you blew out a puff of air.

Guess telling you dad about the status of you and Connor's relationship was once again put off.

--

Dionysus knew there was a problem with his eldest child, he just couldn't figure out what.

Castor and Pollux were easy, both boys barely into their teenage years. You were a different story. You showed a whole new set of emotions and talents that Dionysus couldn't figure out. It's why he and your mother hadn't worked out very long (other than the fact he was already married). You and your mother were very similar, but you were both very stubborn.

You obeyed, most of the time, but there were certain things you just refused to bend to. It was what had intrigued him of your mother, but now, while he was attempting to raise you well, it was a struggle.

But even then, you'd become more closed off. You used to greet him daily, whether it was a wave or coming up to say, "good morning!" you always gave him some sort of hello. And sometimes, you'd even join him to play card games, which is more than what he could say for your brothers.

Now though? Each morning when you walked by the big house you were talking to either Connor or Travis, sometimes even both, and it'd been weeks since you bothered to come play games, or even hang around with him.

He didn't want to say he missed you, because it didn't bother him that much. But he was a literal manifestation of entertainment and got bored rather quickly. He loved his boys, but he'd always had a closer bond with you than them. You were a form of entertainment to him, but you were also his daughter and such a shift in behavior concerned him.

Hate to say it out loud or not, he loved you dearly. You were his only little girl.

And it wasn't just the fact you'd stopped talking to him, it was the fact you stopped talking to your brothers too. Castor had approached him on the verge of tears because he'd thought he'd done something to offend you. But, when he payed more attention, he found it was because you'd taken to following the Stoll brothers around.

But teenagers did that right? Leave their annoying little siblings in order to hang out with friends? Gods, he's watched too many romance movies with you.

The number of times he's stared at a TV screen and seen the whiny little sibling snitch on the older sibling after they'd snuck out to talk with their partner should be a crime.

His thoughts flit back to Castor, sniffling in front of him because his older sister was off with Connor Stoll somewhere.

You, with Connor Stoll, somewhere.

Oh, my gods.

He stood up abruptly, just narrowly avoiding knocking over the table as he stormed down the steps of the big house. You had some major explaining to do.

It was easy to see why'd you been dating someone. He cherished you for a reason, so it isn't hard to see why someone else wouldn't. But you were still his daughter.

Connor Stoll? Really? He didn't want you dating any of these brats but there were certainly better options than Connor Stoll. Like that one Apollo boy, but Dionysus is pretty sure he's gay.

He approaches the cabin quickly, and he watches the camper's part to let him walk through. It's easy to anger a god, but it's not easy to soothe that anger.

Dionysus swings the door open and pauses. He doesn't know why he was so shocked, but he supposes it was just the confirmation that stopped him.

There were only three beds in the rather large cabin, so he found yours with ease. There was you, lip locked, with Connor Stoll. He felt his veins light with rage as the two of you jumped apart.

Connor's hand was still on your thigh, and yours on his arm.

"Hands off," he grumbled, swatting at his arm. Connor pulled back as if he'd slapped him.

"Papa!" you cried, jumping up. He didn't touch you, but he held out his arm and you understood. Quietly, you took a step back, staring at the floorboards.

He turned back to Connor, staring at him with wide brown eyes. He raised a finger to jab in his chest.

"Listen, Stoll, because I'm not going to repeat myself," he leaned back, gesturing to the space between you and him. Connor nodded shakily.

"Yes, Mr. D," he stuttered out, glancing over to you.

"Ah, ah, ah. No, eyes on me," Connor's eyes flit to him.

"If you even look at her again, I will make sure you and your future kids regret it for the rest of your small mortal lives. Understood?"

"Yes," he repeated, struggling to make eye contact.

"Good," Dionysus said and then he points to the door, "now get out."

Connor does, only after pausing at the door. He doesn't look back though, and Dionysus turns to you.

He sighs when he sees your tears, and you sniffle softly. "Y/N," he calls gently, raising his hand to wipe at your tears. You turn your head, and his hand brushes your shoulder instead.

You wouldn't dare say anything, so that meant it was all up to him.

"You know I'm doing this for you. Connor...he's just, not the right fit--"

"I loved him though!" you shouted, hiding your face in your hands, "he made me really happy, Papa, and you ruined it!" You sobbed, loud and noisy, and it reminded him of when you were young and wailed over things such as scraped knees.

"You're still young," he tries to reason, "there will be others!"

"Not like Connor," you say, "and besides, I doubt you'd approve of them either."

He pauses at that, hand hovering midair. He never knew what to do to please you anymore. You'd moved away, grown more distant, since your childhood. You'd grown up. He hadn't changed, you had.

Maybe he had to change with you.

His hand grabbed your wrists and pulled them from your face. Then, he wiped at the tears on your cheeks and pulled you close. You fought at first, but melted into the touch once he rested his hand on the small of your back.

"I just want you safe, you know that, right?" he whispered, like it was a secret.

Slowly, you nodded.

"I mean it, Y/N. I love you, and your brothers a lot."

Still, you weren't satisfied.

"And," he said, taking in a deep breath, "if Connor makes you happy then...you can pursue him further."

You jumped back, a grin on your face. "Really?" you asked, a small hint of doubt in your tone.

He sighed, "yes, really."

You threw your arms around him. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Dionysus ran a hand through his hair. "Mhm, yeah, whatever.

You pull back again, your wide grin softening into a shy smile.

"Papa, I can handle myself. I mean it. Thank you."

Finally, a smile makes its way onto his features too.

"Yeah, you're welcome."

Little one

Platonic Korra x reader family Tenzin, Bumi and Kya x sibling Gn! Airbender reader

Summary You used to visit your mom Katara and Korra but stopped when Korra was 12 so you could do some traveling. You see her later in Republic city.

You were the twin of Kya. The child of Aang and Katara. You should have seen the look of excitement Aang had on his face the first time he held you. He was even more excited when he discovered you and your younger brother Tenzin were Airbenders like him.

Flashback to a 12 year old Korra

" Y/n do you HAVE to go?" Little Korra asked holding onto your legs tightly as you leaned onto your Sky bison for support. Korra was surprisingly strong for a 12 year old. " Now now little one I promise our paths will cross again ." You replied prying her off your legs and giving her a bear hug before turning to face your mother and giving her a lighter hug. " You're father would be proud of you of the person you have become. " Katara said. " Thank you mom." You replied. Before you could get on your sky bison Korra stopped you. " Pinky promise we'll see each other again?" She asked sticking out her pinky. " Pinky promise we'll see each other again little one." You replied looping your pinky with hers. You gave Korra one last hug before hopping on your sky bison and flying away.

Flashback over

That had been 5 years ago. It's been 5 years since you've been to republic city since you've seen any of your family or Korra. Lin had manged to get in touch with you somehow and asked you to come back. When you got to the station you forgot your arrows were covered since you didn't want to draw any attention nothing bad would happen if you did draw attention you just didn't feel the need for attention right now.

When you walked to Lins work office you saw 4 young teens 2 females and 2 males. One of the females looked alot like...." Korra ?" You asked. " I'm sorry do I know you?" Korra asked. " Ouch has it really been that long?.... Little one." You replied taking off your bandana covering your arrows on your head. " Y/n? Is that really you?" Korra questions. You nodded your head yes and Korra excitedly ran up to you and gave you a bear hug almost knocking you down in the process.

" Hi Korra it's been to long. I missed you." You said hugging her tightly back. " I missed you too. " Korra cried happy tears into your shirt. Happy to see you again happy that you kept your promise you made years ago with her.

The Striaton brothers are yandere icons. That's it. That's the ask.

It's already a bit of a hassle to deal with with one yandere brother, but just imagine all three of them falling for the same darling? I wish that darling the best of luck because there will be a bit of bickering.

Cilan is the most willing. He's quite passive and just wants to spend time with darling. Softest and at least considerate out of the three. Cilan wants you to be comfortable and it's totally okay if you're stressed by his brothers. He'll make sure to pull you away from all that. Cheeky little cilantro as Chili and Cress would like to put it. Cilan will admit that he is wary of Cress' attitude towards you...

Chili is a more needy yandere who constantly wants your attention all to himself. Probably the hardest one to convince in sharing a darling. He deems this as unnecessary and states that the three of them can just deal with the situation as follows; see who gets to have darling to themselves. Chili voices his distaste on Cilan's actions, accusing the grass type trainer of manipulating you into disliking him and Cress.

With Cress, he can be convinced, since he sees points in Cilan's offer. However, like Chili, he wants you to himself. He's a tricky yandere in the sense that he can manipulate his situation. While he can say he agrees with Cilan, he'll just use this opportunity of trust to win your affection with his charm. Cress has confidence in himself and believes he's the better choice for darling. Cilan is too submissive/passive and Chili is too assertive. He particularly puts emphasis on how Chili can be rather demanding.

Either way, it really depends on what darling wants to decide what happens next.

Y/n : Hey Aang ?

Aang : yeah Y/n

Y/n: I just realized something we might be related

Aang: really? How

Y/n: the first Avatar Wan is my great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great grandfather. There might be more greats in there some where