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I have a fic request if you are comfortable with it. I was wondering if you could do a Carter Kane x GN! Reader where the reader has bad anxiety and always feels like their a burden. One day the reader completely breaks down and has a bad panic attack that Carter walks in on. This causes the reader to freak out more and Carter has to remind them that they are never a burden to him and it end really fluffy.

I'm sorry if that is to detailed and I completely understand if your not comfortable writing it.

Never stop writing!

"𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧?..."

summary: A mission didn’t go quite as planned. When you started to think back on it, negative feelings began to arise. Thankfully, a certain someone was there to help calm you down.

pairing: carter kane x gn! reader

type: oneshot, not proofread

warnings: overwhelmed reader, insecure reader, panic attack, mention of death

a/n: this took TOO LONG cause my ass was too scared to write carter kane-

Setting your staff down beside your bed, you sighed and flopped down onto the mattress face first. Laying with your face in your pillow, you thought back on the events that had happened later that day.

Sadie Kane taking a bad hit for you because you were too slow to catch it. It made you feel horrible to think back on it. What made it worse? She didn’t make a big deal about it at all. Taking the hit, continuing to fight, seeking medical assistance, and reassuring you that you two were still as chill as an ice cream cone.

You just couldn’t help but beating yourself up over it though. You were such a subpar fighter, and didn’t understand why the two siblings brought you along. Carter in particular always wanting to have you around.

The nerdy Kane sibling with pretty eyes and curly hair has your heart a little tied up. He was so smart and a bit too honest at times. You loved the way he would mumble random facts to you to calm you down. His hand reaching up to touch your shoulder as a way to ground you when your mind floated aimlessly.

You thought about about bad it would have been if something would have happened to Sadie. It would have been your fault. Carter could have lost his sister, his twin, because of your weaknesses.

God, why couldn’t you just be better?

Faster in combat, more magically adept, better educated on monsters? You were such a burden on the team, they really need to stop involving you in things.

You felt your throat tighten slightly as you thought of all the times in the past when you had fallen short, failed to block a hit for one of your friends, had to be healed immensely after a fight that should have been easy. Your mind becomes muddy with thoughts of how the team would be better off without you.

A year starts to run down your cheek, and a sob escapes your mouth. Before you know it, crystal clear droplets are falling from your eyes as you start to struggle to breathe.

Sinking down off your bed and onto the floor, you move into a position with your knees to your chest. Your body balled up as you panic. Panic about how something could happen at any moment, your friends could be in danger, and you would fail to protect them. You might have to watch your friends die before your eyes someday because you are too weak.

You start to have trouble breathing and can feel your throat closing up. Your face damp with fears and your struggle to breath becoming loud. Panicking even more at the fact that you can’t calm yourself down, you start to hyperventilate. Then, you feel a gentle hand touch your shoulder.

Jerking your head up towards the touch, you see in your blurred vision a familiar set of brown eyes.

“I, I’m sorry, I just-“ you choke out as you look up at him.

“Don’t apologize, you didn’t do anything.” He says calmly as he sits beside you, keeping his hand on your shoulder.

“Why, why are you, why are you here?” You barely are able to get the question out through your sobs.

“I came to check on you. You didn’t seem okay after the mission and, I just, I care about you and wanted to make sure you were well.” He confessed, using his other hand to scratch the back of his head, a small nervous gesture.

His voice combined with the hand on your shoulder seemed to help start and calm you down. He sat with you for a bit, helping you breathe to ensure you didn’t pass out. You laid on his shoulder for a bit while he told you about some of his favorite historical journals he had read recently. Before you knew it, you were breathing normally and no longer crying.

“Sorry you had to come in and see me like that.” You told him, sitting up and looking at him.

“Everyone has their moments, ask Sadie, I definitely have mine. You deserve to have someone to help you through them.” He reponded

“I really don’t mean to be such a burden all the time.” You mumble in a frustrated voice.

“Burden? I, uhm, well, I always thought your presence was quite calming.” He confessed, looking directly into your eyes with a small smile.

Your heart skipped a beat at the kind words. He was always so nice, you didn’t understand how he had gone all this time without having someone fall for him.

“I find your presence peaceful as well.” You respond to him, laying your head back on his shoulder.

You two sat there for Horus knows how long. He continued to ramble on about history and his adventures with his father. You felt your eyes growing heavy at his calm voice. Eventually drifting off to a calm sleep with your head rested on his shoulder.

thank you so much for reading !!

stay safe and hydrated !!

Sally hears about Annabeth long before meeting her—everything from casual “Annabeth emailed me!” to long disjointed explanations of their quest to Hades, how she saved his life, how amazing and smart she is. It’s obvious how much Percy cares about his new friend from how he talks about her. When he prints out the photo Annabeth emailed him and sticks it on his binder, Sally smiles knowingly to herself. Percy's never had a crush before.

When she finally meets Annabeth, the girl in front of her doesn’t match the descriptions Percy gave at all. The Annabeth from his stories is fearless and unstoppable, the smartest person in the room and she knows it. The Annabeth that Sally first meets is quiet and reserved and almost overly polite. She expected Percy was a bit biased, but not this biased.

Later, she needles it out of Percy: how Annabeth’s father and step-mother treated her like a burden, how she ran away when she was 7. Sally decides right then and there that Annabeth is going to be hers. She tells stories of her own brash youth, she extends all the care in the world to this girl. She does everything in her power to hammer into Annabeth's head that she has a home with the Jacksons, that she will always be not just welcome, but wanted here.

Slowly but surely, Annabeth starts to believe it. Of course, Annabeth has always thought Sally was a good mom, has always envied Percy’s relationship with her. But it takes her awhile to realize that Sally’s unconditional love could ever extend to her—she’s never had a parent or parent figure like that before.

But they really bond when Percy goes missing.

Annabeth goes to Sally's apartment to tell her, clearly expecting Sally to get angry, to blame her. Instead, Sally wraps her up in a tight hug, and they cry together, and Sally invites her back again and again the entire time Percy is gone for tea and cookies and comfort. They talk for hours at a time, about Percy, about the search, of course, but also about Annabeth's schoolwork and her parents, about Paul, and Sally's writing career. In truth, Sally needs the comfort and support just as much as Annabeth, if not more. They get through those eight months together.

And one day, years in the future, Annabeth and Percy come over for dinner, all sly smiles and conspiratorial glances, clearly holding back news, until after dinner, when Annabeth beams and shows off the shiny new ring on her left hand.

"Sally--" Annabeth starts to say. Sally cuts her off with a shake of her head, eyes full of happy tears.

"Call me Mom."

*meme voice* I am once again coming to you for Frank content 👉👈

I, personally, am a chronic hoodie stealer (and all of 5'2-) and I can just imagine Frank has the best hoodies to steal

Do you think you can write something up where Reader snags one of Franks hoodies during a movie night so they can get comfy and when he asked they are just like "Pretty partner privilege" but they aren't dating, reader is just tired and doesn't realize what they've said

FRANK X GN!READER

MASTERLIST

Authors Notes: Sorry for how long this took me to write, i was a little burnt out for a bit !!

Warnings: Single use of “y/n”

you and frank had been planning this for a few weeks now. the two of you were going to watch some movies together, how fun!

You were laying down in frank’s bed, waiting for him to finish up whatever he was doing. then you spotted something under the covers. naturally, you move the covers away and to your luck, it’s a gray hoodie!

almost immediately, you slip on his hoodie. in your defense, it was freezing outside.

but, how would the scene look to frank when he finally shows up? what would he think walking in on his best friend cuddled up in his bed with one of his hoodies on?

Oh well. he was taking so long that at this point you couldn’t be bothered to think about it.

as you were getting comfortable (with the help of his hoodie), the door opened. thank the gods that frank was finally here!

“sorry it took me so long,” frank says to you apologetically.

“nah, don’t worry about it.” you reply.

frank walks over to his bed and lays down on it, joining you. He didn’t seem to notice the hoodie you were wearing, thankfully.

frank turns his head to look at you. he has a small smile, it was clear he was looking forward to movie night. “so, what movie do you wanna watch this time?”

you shrug in reply. “Eh, i don’t really care what we watch.”

Your reply only makes franks small smile grow into a grin. Oh brother, you had made the bad mistake of saying you don’t care what movie you two watch. now youre going to have to sit through two hours worth of the same movie you’ve been watching since frank and you had started this movie night tradition.

you could practically recite the movie word for word by now.

you head frank reply, “thanks fine with me!” and the click of a TV remote.

the longer the movie plays, the heavier your eyelids get. no offense to frank, but at this point you could really care less for this movie. You began to doze off within the first twenty minutes of the movie playing.

You’re awaken by a repeated nudge to your shoulder. it’s frank.

“dude! you missed the best…—“ his voice trails off as his eyes move from yours to your torso. “Is that my hoodie?”

You didn’t have a mirror in front of you, but you could already picture how red your cheeks had gone. “Uhh..” You stumbled around your words.

“Pretty partner privilege?” You ask tiredly. One issue in your sentence, the two of you are not dating.

“Wh—What?” Frank replies in a state of confusion. “We’re not— You’re not my— We’re not dating, you know that right, y/n?”

You could feel your whole face heating up.

“Um… Yeah, but still. Your best friend—partner, same thing.”

“Yeah, sure,”

imagine being someone at new rome university and not knowing percy is the same guy as “percy jackson, son of poseidon, two-time hero of olympus, former praetor” because the thought doesn’t even cross your mind. like… he’s percy. he’s a total frat boy. on a normal night, he walks into a party, refers to everyone as bro or dude, socializes with every living (and not-living) person in the room, makes at least 50 sarcastic comments, plays 12 rounds of beer pong, drinks way too much, and then skates around campus on his skateboard yelling “I LOVE NEW YORK” (which makes no sense, because they’re in california) until someone calls his girlfriend to come get him.

and then one day there’s an attack, and frat boy percy is all of a sudden a fighting machine. he’s yelling battle cries alongside the praetors frank zhang and hazel levesque as they lead everyone into battle. (why is he with the praetors? and why…. why in the world do the praetors seem to be following his lead?) his sword slashes through armies of monsters faster than you’ve ever seen. he’s controlling the entire river surrounding the camp, creating huge waves as tall as skyscrapers that crash down all around him, wiping out monsters and causing mass destruction to his enemies’ ranks. the sky is suddenly dark above you, ice-cold water droplets are slashing through the air, and the wind is blowing so aggressively that it’s making it hard to stand up steadily. because he’s somehow created a hurricane.

and he looks terrifying. you can feel the power radiating off of him. he’s like a god. or maybe a monster. it’s hard to tell. you’re a little scared of him, to be honest. but also in total awe, because it’s extraordinary. he’s extraordinary.

frat boy percy is not who you thought he was.

.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 Love the guys your dad hates !! ´ˎ˗

Percy Jackson x fem!dionysus!reader Synopsis: a daughter of Dionysus needs a break from the chaos by the water, till a Poseidon boy comes and spoils the quiet. Word count: 1610

Dionysus, the god of wine, vegetation, fertility, pleasure and insanity.

Y/N Y/L/N, daughter of Dionysus. Being his daughter didn't just make you a half-blood to one of the twelve Olympians, along with his powers of vegetation the insanity trait also followed through with it. Maybe you weren't fully demented, just slightly nutty. Your brain moves a million miles a minute and sometimes its hard to think with so many things happening around you. So every now and then, you sneak away from the hundreds of kids at camp half-blood and make your way to a clearing deep in the middle of the forest. In the middle of this clearing was a beautifully clear blue lake surrounded by an immense amount of greenery and flowers. It was perfect. And the best thing about it was that no one knew where it was.

Or so you thought.

After a long day of helping younger campers with their archery, you were absolutely wiped. When you were finally done with your duties, you rushed back to your cabin, changed into your favorite wine colored two-piece(very on brand), and quickly snuck off without being noticed down to your spot. The lake.

Arriving as quick as you could, you slipped off your clothes down to your bathing suit and made your way into the water. You laid and floated to the top, starfish style, and floated your way to the middle of the pool of water and closed your eyes to relax. After a few minutes you sank down and let the water take you. Complete silence. Under the water was complete silence and you loved it. After a few moments you needed oxygen and made you way back up. After breaking through the surface of the water, you noticed a blurred figure standing by your clothes, looking as if they were inspecting them.

"What the hell" you thought to yourself. You were convinced no one knew of your spot.

You dove back underwater and made your way to the lakeside where this mystery person, and your clothes, were located. When you got there, that's when you shot out the water, asking what they were doing and scaring them in the process.

"WOAH" said the figure as they jumped and dropped your clothes back down to the ground. You rubbed the water from your eyes and that's when you realized, this wasn't just some random person. It was a certain big three kid you may or may not have had your eye on. Specifically a Poseidon boy, or the only Poseidon boy in fact, Percy Jackson.

You wouldn't say you guys are the closest of close, but you guys would talk every now and then. As much as the both of you wanted to be able to talk more, being the daughter of Dionysus made that a little hard. Your dad was never a big Percy fan the way you were, I guess that happens when you smart-mouth a god of wine, and refuse him some wine. Though you found the interaction funny, Dionysus never really cared for any campers other than his own kids. It is what it is though.

"Oh, um, my bad didn't mean to scare you.. like that" you were a little nervous, he was really cute. "So um, what are doing here. I didn't think anyone else knew of this place.."

"Well, I noticed your always disappearing after you finish your camp jobs and stuff, you know? So, I got curious and followed you out here to see what you were doing, sorry if that's kinda weird" Percy started rambling, but the thought of him actually noticing you weren't around and following you wanting to know where you go, made you feel excited.

"Wow, you were curious about me, that's adorable" you started giggling as you said this, amused with yourself.

"Well, yeah I, uh, was" while he was talking Percy was stuttering and looking around, clearly hot in the face. Yours was just as hot though so not much room to talk. That's when you got an idea, and with that you extended your hand toward Percy.

"Here, help me get out" you asked.

"Oh sure" he happily reached out and grabbed your hand, that's when you held on tight and pulled him into the lake with you. You started laughing so hard your stomach started hurting, and if you looked down and saw a six-pack you wouldn't have been shocked.

After a few seconds, Percy emerged and looked at you wide eyed. "DUDE, MY CLOTHES" right, he was fully clothed, whoops!

"Your in shorts, just throw your other stuff back to the shore and you'll be fine" and that's what he did. You tried not to stare so instead you just splashed him and swam off laughing.

And that's how the next few hours went by, swimming and goofing around with Percy. You really liked hanging out with him and he enjoyed it just the same. Sucks your dad didn't like him. And before you two realized it, it got dark, and therefore late.

"Oh my gods, Percy we have to get back before curfew we have to hurry" you hated getting in trouble, you liked being able to stay off radar.

"Oh come on, we'll be fine if we're a little late" Percy said.

"Maybe for you, but I don't know if you remember, my dad kind of works here, so he'd punish me himself. Plus, he's not your biggest fan" you explained to Percy in a matter-a-fact tone. That's when he gave in and the two of you started running back clothes in hand. You guys made it back just about a minute or two late. Despite being past curfew, he still walked you back to your cabin, what a gentleman.

"Hey, thanks for walking me back" you said as you both walked up to the cabin door, stopping and turning to each other.

"Oh of course, no problem" Percy smiled, clearly not a care in the world if a harpie found him here. And funnily enough, that made you happy. Dare you say, you had butterflies in your stomach just standing near him the way the both of you were at that very moment.

That's when the both of you started leaning in closer and closer till your lips finally connected. It was like a dream come true, this was a perfect moment not even your dad could've ruined. Or so you thought, because as Percy pulled you closer by the waist and you pulled him in by the neck, your cabin doors swung open.

"Hey, there kids" Dionysus shouted, despite the smile on his lips, his eyes had a murderous intent behind them as he stared at Percy. The both of you jumped back and separated, standing there embarrassed. Then, Dionysus turned directly to Percy, with the same smile and crazed look in his eyes. "I'm gonna give you a ten second head start, after those ten seconds are up, I'm sending my grape vines your way. And if they catch you, they will wrap around you and you will get hung upside on the nearest tree and I will leave you there for everyone to see."

And without a second thought Percy ran for his cabin as fast as possible, looking back once to shout a 'see you later' at Y/N. "NO YOU WON'T" shouted back Dionysus.

"YES YOU WILL" you shouted and waved at Percy as he kept running. You couldn't see it, but he had a giant grin on face when you said that.

"Dad did you really have to do that" you turned to your dad and asked, with slight annoyance dripping from your voice.

"Of course I did, your my kid. And really Peter Johnson? You went out on a secret date with Peter Johnson?" Dionysus questioned.

Your face got hot when he said date. "Hey, it wasn't a da- wait, how do you know about that" you looked a him with a raised eyebrow.

"Heard about it from the grapevine" with that he patted your head as you both said your goodnights.

You walked into your cabin and changed and started getting ready to sleep. As you were now walking towards you bed, you heard a knock at your window. You completely stopped where you standing and turned your head to see your favorite forbidden kid standing right by your window waving at you. You quickly made a b-line and made your way straight to opening your window and speaking to Percy.

"Hey Percy, glad to know my daddy didn't scare you off" you said while making both you and Percy laugh.

"Not even a god, not even one of the twelve Olympians themselves, could ever scare me from you. Which is why I'm here, to see if you want to hang out again tomorrow, but this time as a date?"

Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods. Oh. My. Gods. He just asked you on a date.

"I'd love to go out on a date with you Percy Jackson" you smiled out at the boy standing in front of you and he smiled back.

"That's amazing to hear Y/N Y/L/N" and with that he leaned back in and planted a quick kiss on your lips then made his way running back to his cabin before the harpies, or gods forbid Dionysus, knew he wasn't in his cabin fast asleep.

After watching him run off, you shut the window and made your way back to your bed, having an amazing sleep. All nightmare free, just Percy.

Requested: Percy Jackson x Son of Iris Reader

Request: the reader gets beat up at camp so he goes to stay with his mother, and Percy and the whole camp get gloomy when he's gone

I'm changing it slightly to have the same premise except the reader goes home to his father, and his mother gets him to go back to camp! <33

Y/n sat in the infirmary, his face roughed up from a beating he got from one of the Ares kids. He felt tears prick in his eyes as the scene replayed in his mind, Will the Apollo kid patching him up caught it. "Hey, you doing alright?" Y/n shook his head, "no, I think I'm gonna go home." He wiped his tears, as he tried not to think about what had happened.

One moment he had been using his powers to entertain the younger campers, the next he had an Ares kid beating the shit out of him. He didn't really understand how or why things even escalated, all he knew was it scared him.

"You don't have to leave, it's gonna be okay." Y/n shook his head. "No, I want to go home. Just for a week or so, I can't do this right now. It's not every day you get the shit beat out of you when you're not doing anything to deserve it." He stood up wincing, as he limped out of the infirmary making his way back to his cabin. It was mostly empty as he didn't have many half-siblings. He grabbed his bag before using a rainbow to travel back home.

Setting his bags down as he unlocked the door, and beelined straight for his room. He didn't want to come out he just wanted to stay in his room, until the initial fear of it all subsided.

---

Percy paced the dining hall back and forth, he hadn't seen y/n since the fight beating had happened. He didn't even know why it happened, all he remembered was pulling an Ares kid off of you and the fear he had seen in your eyes. You're irises literally became almost white.

He was worried about you and when he went to see you in the infirmary, Will said you left. Just left. You completely left and went home.

So now here he was pacing back and forth in the dining hall, he only stopped when Annabeth grabbed his arm. "You alright seaweed brain?" He just shook his head, "no y/n went home after what happened, I don't even know if he's alright." Annabeth looked a little worried at that statement, she knew you weren't really a fighter. She also knew you weren't someone who took lightly to events like that.

"Maybe we should visit him? Maybe we can talk Chiron into talking to Mr. D about letting us leave to check on him?" Percy shrugged, "that would take ages cause Mr. D has never particularly favored me." She looked at him hopefully "it's worth a shot, plus I don't think he hates you anymore. After the war, he's not been as harsh." Percy finally gave in, "fine we'll talk to Chiron, if it doesn't work I'm sneaking out to see him."

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It'd been two weeks, you still weren't back and Percy's attempts to sneak out were futile. And everyone could tell he was upset, which was bringing down everyone else's mood. The campers you used to entertain were now bored as well, and they were sad, they missed you.

But you didn't have plans on going back, you had healed decently and only had a few scars now, but you didn't want that to happen again. So you hid out in your room.

-----

You fell asleep watching some movie, you didn't know the name of, cause you hadn't been paying attention. The movie was still playing, so you hadn't been awoken by your door creaking open. And you hadn't noticed the godly presence in your room, not until your head was in their lap.

"my child, I know you're scared. But you must go back to camp, they need you there." Your eyes had opened when she started speaking, and now she was showing you an iris message, it was camp. Percy looked miserable, as did the campers around him, whom he was supposed to be teaching. You couldn't help but feel this need to go back, but at the same time, fear bubbled inside you.

"but- but what if it happens again. I don't- I can't-" your godly parent gently played with your hair, " I know you're scared, but sometimes we have to face our fears to help others. They need you, they really need you there." Your mother stood up, offering your hand. You took it while getting out of bed. In a snap of her fingers, your stuff was packed and you looked presentable.

"Now c'mon son, we must go" you followed her out as she teleported through a rainbow back to camp. As soon as you got there you were greeted by Percy who immediately enveloped you in a hug. "I missed you so much" you held him close to you, "I missed you too."

He pulled back pulling into a short but sweet kiss, before Annabeth rushed over knocking him out of the way to pull you into a hug, "Oh gods, I was so worried about you! You can't just disappear after that, and then not contact me!" She pulled back to scold you then pulled you back into a hug. You smiled at your best friend then pulled her back into a hug. "I missed you too Ann"

Everyone was glad you were back, the aura of the camp seemed so much brighter. All the Ares kids left you alone, Clarisse even came around to apologize for her sibling's behavior. Percy may or may not have forced her to. To say Percy became an overprotective boyfriend after that is an understatement; but you liked it, it made you feel much, much safer.

OH MY GOSH I LOVE YOUR RECENT JASON X READER FIC IT MADE ME FEEL ALL FUZZY THEN SLAMMED ME INTO THE WALL AT THE END WITH THE REMINDER THAT HE GETS AMNESIA! 😖💘❣️💓💖💖💞💗 But imagine when he gets amnesia he remembers his s/o like how Percy remembers Annabeth so when he awakes in a “relationship” with Piper he feels like it’s wrong, still has faint memories of reader & when they find each other (s/o would definitely be looking for him like Annabeth looked for Percy) he just takes them with him

that’s so kind of you to say!! 💗😭😭 I’m glad it gave those feelings, and sorry for the reminder oops <3 I was kind of trying to leave it open to something exactly like this! Sorry this is so long omfg

warnings: mention of blood/fire/violence, all canon typical

when Jason wakes up, his mind is just empty. He doesn’t know his own age. There was no trace of anything, and his surroundings are not familiar at all

Only one thing seems to exist in his brain, a trace of whatever he had forgotten

Y/n

The name seems to echo in his mind. He doesn’t know exactly who it is. But he can hear their laugh and feel their embrace when he thinks about it

And when he turns to find a very pretty girl holding his hand? He blushes and pulls away, because he doesn’t know why she’s looking at him like that, and her face is not familiar at all, and her hand just doesn’t feel the same way as theirs

He doesn’t know how he knows that, but he does and it’s something

It’s a big relief in this new world of strangers he’s seemingly been thrown in

and when he finds out he’s supposed to be dating Piper it’s just. He feels very much uncomfortable with that information

she seems like a great girl, but the faint thought of Y/N, though he doesn’t know where they are, what they might be like, or even their last name, tells him that being with Piper like that isn’t right

He felt bad, trying to distance himself from Piper when she tried to hold his hand or do those shy couple things that happen in new relationships, because it’s not her fault

he knows their memories of him have to be fake, because Y/N certainly isn’t, but they don’t know that - couldn’t believe it because it was crazy

And then he discovers his ability to FLY, gets to camp half-blood, and a truckload of out of context information has hit him

Demigods, literal Gods, these figures that he somehow knows the names of, his abilities; yet he doesn’t know how these things come so easily to him

he’s almost always corrected for saying the Roman version of every name, but the familiarity is still prominent

he doesn’t really miss the aim of Drew’s comments towards him. he just couldnt find it in himself to care enough to give her a response, with how she was treating Piper and Leo

And then Piper seems to be more heartbroken by the second. Because it’s true; Jason had never existed in their lives. All her memories had been planted there, basically

he can’t help but feel bad for something that wasn’t his fault. she liked him, she had a made up past of him, all because some goddess had thought it was convenient

so he refrained from breaking her heart further; he wouldn’t tell anyone about the name that nagged his mind every moment he spent near her. the way she had been nervous over his picture of Thalia had been enough for him to stall a little more.

throughout the quest, his bond with leo and piper became stronger

it had felt right, being with them, putting his trust in them, and they had come back with real memories, a real friendship

But holding Piper in his arms as much as he did at the fire stirred a weird feeling that caught in his throat when that name came again

When he let go and kept a distance, the feeling only intensified, this time swirling with unmistakable guilt. he really didn’t want to hurt piper — he liked her a lot

just not how she wanted him to

after the quest, he makes sure to come clean, especially after the dreams that gave him more names and faces of his past

And then Y/n becomes a clear image, and he knows he can’t keep this up with Piper, because the second y/n loses the blur, his heart seems to uncover the longing and love that he didn’t know had been plaguing him since he woke in the bus

he talks to piper and the hurt in her eyes is almost enough to make him regret his wording, his choice of setting, his tone

And then, despite her heartbreak, she tells him she understands

“yeah, waiting would have been a real jerk move,” she says. “they’re really lucky.”

his smile is sad, and he doesn’t know what to say so he pulls her into a hug and this time it feels right. there’s nothing conflicted inside of him, because now he knows where his love lies and it’s different to the one he feels for piper, his friend. best friend.

she understands when she sees how eager he is about Leo’s progress on the ship, and when she notices his hands and shaking as they get closer to New Rome

And the wonder in his eyes when they land on someone in the crowd (not to forget the unusual frustration and restlessness in his voice when he confronted Terminus)

“y/n,” is the first word he says on new Rome soil in the months he’s been gone, and he can’t really stop himself from walking a little too fast to get off

he follows Annabeth a little too closely, eager to find them

and when the crowd parts for you and Reyna, he feels like he can’t move; he’s so entranced by you, the real one, not the one that’s been in his head, but the one that lives and breathes

You look so regal, like the leader he wishes he could be, and so stunning, the sight beat any memories he lived off of when he missed you

he stares into your eyes to see youre already watching him with a sparkle he knows all too well now

y/n looks away for a second to look at reyna and something passes between the two before your eyes connect to his again

“Jason Grace, our praetor,” you start, and gods, if he never thought much of his own name before he sure did now, “we welcome you home.” Your previously collected expression had softened into a teary smile he had rarely seen before. And you had never looked more beautiful.

“And these,” Reyna nodded, “your friends—”

before she could continue, Percy and Annabeth exposed them all to a passionate reunion — it took some restraint to stop Jason from doing the same, minus the judo-flipping, probably, but he has successfully stopped himself and introduced his new friends

“it seems we have a lot to discuss.” Reyna clasped her hands together. “Centurions!”

It seemed Jason hadn’t accounted for your patience, as the second the centurions arrived to side with Reyna, you had decided to step from their position

“my gods, jason, just get over here!” he heard, before feeling your arms around him, and again, he wondered how he lived off memories when this was the real thing

he laughed and returned the embrace when the slight shock wore off

After a few seconds he felt you tense and pull away, staring at the demigods and leaders who had watched. “Well? You heard Reyna.”

Everyone seemed to mumble and clear their throats before following Reyna’s orders to the legion, and making the place comfortable for a feast.

Jason stayed in place, his arm around you still, and his heart warming, along with his now pink cheeks, when you looked back at him

“Jason,” you smiled sadly and cupped his cheek, your thumb caressing his skin softly. It was a gesture he hadn’t felt since he had woken on the bus. “You’re here.” You took a breath. “I never stopped trying to find you. And I’ll do everything to make sure this doesn’t happen again. I promise.” You paused. “Do you…” you trailed off and looked up at him hopefully.

“I remember now, yeah,” he assured. “There’s…a lot I need to tell you. But I think most of that can be done during the briefing.”

“Right.” You turned toward the tables being set up. “The briefing.” He noticed your stare go cold. “Take everything Octavian says with a grain of salt. He wasn’t exactly in favor of my attempts to search for you. It’s all complicated, basically. But,” you grinned. “It’s good to have you back home again. I have to hear your story, though.”

when you both walked to the others, hand in hand, things almost felt normal. Like he’d never even left, like he’d been by your side the entire time — and that’s how he wants it to stay, he knows now

When he revealed that, similarly to Percy, the only thing he remembered was your name, your expression wavered and you clung to his hand tighter. You had been happy he had found new friends, and been welcomed into a new home where they hadn’t been too hard on him. To know he hadn’t forgotten you and wanted to find you too had rid the doubt that he found his new life better than his old one with you.

after the prophecy is discussed you volunteer to show Piper around with Jason

Despite his fear of it being awkward, he had forgotten how good with words you were

Piper eased up around you and seemed to genuinely like you so far

So Jason had brought up the idea that had been ringing in his head for a while since their discussions

“Y/N, it should be you that comes with us.”

You frowned. “I would. I want to. I just don’t know.” You looked around New Rome. “I’d be leaving everyone for a long time. Longer than I’ve ever been gone. But…I guess, with Reyna in charge —”

Before you could continue, a thundering boom shook the ground

the ship had fired

Your hand went immediately to your side, where your weapon usually was, but the space was empty

before you could question Jason and Piper, he was ushering you both toward the forum

He didn’t know what was going on, but Leo was on there in the ship and he needed to find out and keep you both safe while doing so

Unfortunately, the Romans had decided Jason and Piper were traitors, and you being one of the romans did not save you from being caught in the crossfire

soon the state of the three of you wasn’t looking too good — Jason’s head bleeding and his cloak ripped in multiple places, Piper attempting to use her charmspeak, and your bleeding arm as you joined Piper and Jason’s pleading

Jason tried his best to cover you after you gave Piper your shield, as she was most likely to face the wrath of the Romans as a Greek

you’d all had enough when Jason got hit in the head with a brick and crumpled in your arms (almost toppling you over)

Piper tried to mark herself heard in front of you both. “Stay back!” She looked at you. “Y/n, you have to make a choice. You’re either coming with us or staying. And,” she sighed like it stung, but her tone stayed kind, “I’m sure Jason wants you to come with us. We’ll need you.”

You didn’t have time to ponder your options, and instead clung to Frank’s dragon claws with the other two

It was possibly the weirdest method of transportation you’d used, and you totally would’ve been freaking out if you weren’t already preoccupied with an injured Jason

You looked down at your home, on fire and raging, and back at Jason, and you knew you had made the right decision. Wherever Jason went, you would; you’d never leave his side if you could help it, and especially in this state

It was a sentiment he reciprocated

You remembered the day he told you he couldn’t picture a life where you weren’t by his side. It was the same day he told you he loved you for the first time

So you’d join the 7 demigods, because how could you stay when the boy you spent months looking for is finally in reach and wants you with him?

you spent the day caring for his wound and watching over him as he rested

The boy had the nerve to look surprised when he saw you at his bedside

“You came.”

“Thank you,” you brushed his hair out of his face where his wound stuck, “for noticing. It was either that or get trampled. The choice was obvious.”

Jason’s eyebrows furrowed. “Sorry I made you choose. I didn’t know this was going to happen.”

“Don’t be dumb, Jason. Of course I chose to go with you, I thought the fact that I was in love with you was obvious. Plus, i have to make sure you don’t go forgetting yourself again. Juno will have to go through me first.”

Jason felt like the main character in a romance movie, but maybe they didn’t blush this much. He guessed he’d have to get used to it.

“Oh.” He cleared his throat. “I’m in love with you too.”

“If that’s true, you’ll put that ice pack back on your head.”

“Right, yeah.” Despite the pounding in his head, he smiled and allowed himself to forget the dangers he’d have to face for however long it took to defeat Gaea

In that moment, it was you who mattered. He had been angered earlier, at Juno, who had erased his life, and you, at the expense of her plans. But now, he had felt some relief and gratitude that she had at least given him your name

But that would be the last time — you wouldn’t slip from his life so easily, never again.

Even with the constant conflict between being Roman or Greek, from his loyalty to Camp Jupiter or Camp Half-Blood, he would always find you: his first and true home

—smitten. | pjo jason grace x reader.

a certain son of zeus crash-landed into camp half-blood and your life. | reader is a healer. roughly based on the lost hero.

THE MOMENT CINDERS HAD SETTLED, Jason still hadn't quite realized that he had accidentally burned his hand. Around, what? forty-fifty campers were staring at him in awe. The air was singed, a burning log landed somewhere next to a camper, and ashes smeared more than a couple of faces.

He winced, flipping the lance back into his coin—a little overkill, indeed, he thought. The length of his palm where he'd touched the spear was stinging badly. It was ridiculous to think about a son of Jupiter, somehow harmed by the lightning he summoned himself.

He shouldered through the rest of dinner, making plans for his quest and choosing his companions like his palm didn't have an open wound, but as the crowd dispersed and a solemn mood blanketed the camp, he quickly searched for you. He remembered you, who tended to him, Piper and Leo upon landing.

Your eyes met his from across the campfire. You had noticed the way he winced after the lightning struck, so you raised an eyebrow, pointing at your palm inquisitively. He looked away, smiled, then nodded sheepishly.

“Hey, there, Lightning Boy,” you greeted him as he walked to a stop in front of you.

“Hey,” he replied. A hand raised to touch the back of his neck—seemingly the injured one, because he winced, bent over and cradled it.

You laughed. “Are you okay?”

“No,” he said, showing you the red, open wound across his palm. It looked like he'd accidentally touched a too-hot cup of tea for a little too long. “Do you think you could?”

“Yeah, definitely,” you tugged his hand—other hand—and pulled him after you. You were suddenly hyper aware of the looks that were thrown your way as you approached the Big House.

“People are staring,” you stated, dropping his hand. “Sorry.”

He cleared his throat, trailing after you silently. You pushed the door to the Infirmary open.

“Sit.” You gestured to one of the cots lining the walls, making a beeline to the gauze and wound disinfectant. The cot creaked as Jason sat down.

“How, uh, how long have you been here?”

You turned to him, pulling your camp necklace out and showing him the beads. “Around four years. Each represents one completed summer.”

“That's a long time.”

“Oh, no. I'm not a year rounder,” you replied. “I live in school dormitories and only come during the breaks.”

“What about your house?”

“What about yours?” you parried, which made you feel like a big asshat, since Jason was having a severe case of amnesia, but talking about home wasn't really your favourite small talk topic.

Thankfully, he didn't take it personally. “I'll tell you all about it when I know.”

“I look forward to it, Lighting Boy.”

You sat next to him, taking his wounded hand. With a small warning, you started cleaning and disinfecting it. For the most part, he didn't show any indication of it stinging—and it stung alright, save for a couple of painful hisses and the stretching of his fingers.

“Sorry. Hardest part's done.”

“I'm alright.”

You put his hand down onto your lap as you unrolled a gauze and coiled it around his palm, making sure to cover the wound and not to tie it too tight. Occasionally, your eyes would flit up and meet his blue ones and your heart would thump a little harder, your concentration shattered, but you did a pretty good job in the end. That scar was also mighty distracting, or maybe it was his lips.

He clenched and unclenched his fist after you finished. “Thanks, ___.”

“Don't mention it,” you replied, leaning back to lie down on the cot, your legs dangling on the side. “I'm sorry about the whole pulling your hand thing, your girlfriend might have misunderstood.”

He scooted back to press his back against the wall, letting his shoes hang over the edge. “No, no. She's not my girlfriend.”

You raised an eyebrow, looking up at him. “No? She seemed smitten.”

He chuckled. “Smitten?”

Shrugging, you pulled yourself up to sit. Your shoulders were pressed together, and the proximity made the corners of your lips tug upwards. You had to bite the inside of your cheeks to keep from smiling.

“I'm just saying,” you said. “Never know what'll happen down the line.”

“Yeah? Is there someone else who you think is smitten by me?”

“Drew,” you replied instantly. “She seemed particularly offended when I dragged you here. I was pretty sure she might follow us.”

You chuckled softly, and Jason really wanted to hear you do that again. Perhaps there was something in the air, or Aphrodite was just bored and messing with him, but he asked, “What about you?”

“Me?” Your head snapped to look at him so fast, you worried you could have broken your neck. It wouldn't be funny. Or maybe it would.

He nodded. “You.”

Heat crept up your neck to your cheeks. “Come back in one piece, and we'll see, Superman.”

“No promises.”

You elbowed him and he yelped.

“I'll try my best not to die in the next four days!” He pushed himself away from your elbow.

“Good,” you said. “You still have to tell me about your house.”

“I will.”

—————

Jason was back. Alive and breathing, thankfully. You had spent the last couple of days muttering prayers as you threw your meals into the pavilion fire. The safety of the trio had weighed your mind, making sleep a little harder to catch each night, but when news of their return broke out (with Gleeson!) you finally felt like you could breathe normally.

His story spread around from one camper to the other and it reached you naturally. He was quite busy, so you hadn't tried to approach him. What if he'd gotten together with Piper McLean? No, it would be none of your business. You sighed, kicking pebbles as you strolled around the outskirts of the strawberry fields.

“Boo!”

Someone had snuck up on you from behind. On instinct—and from four summers of training in the camp—you lashed out with your elbow. You heard a familiar ow!

You turned, finding Jason bent over, clutching his left side, groaning. You were half-laughing, half-worried as you pried his hands away from his ribs.

“Are you okay?” you asked in-between giggles. “I'm so sorry.”

“You are cruel, ___,” he said, shaking his head, standing a little straighter. He tried to keep a neutral expression, but your laugh was too infectious. He chuckled along.

“You deserve it.”

“How? I just came back from saving the world.”

“You had the audacity to die, lightning boy,” you said. “Didn't you make me a promise?”

“In all fairness, I said I'd try not to—”

“Jerk.” You rolled your eyes. “I can elbow your right, too—”

“Hey! No more elbowing.”

“If you insist.”

He walked by your side as you passed the pegasi stables. Both of you were expecting the other to talk. Neither of you had any idea to start talking. It was a pregnant silence, one that made you want to chew on your nails and pick at your cuticles. You swung your hands back and forth to keep yourself occupied.

Jason finally had the courage to grab your hand as you reached the arena. He came to a halt and you stopped as well.

“Any updates about whether or not you are smitten with me?” he asked the question with a lopsided grin. The sight made your heart do a back flip.

“Maybe. Have any updates on your past?”

He nodded. “Apparently I was raised by wolves, Tarzan-style.”

“Family gatherings would be interesting,” you mused.

“Thalia Grace is also my sister.”

“That explains your attractiveness,” you said.

“So, you think I'm attractive.”

You almost rolled your eyes. “Have you seen the way people look at you? It's like they want to you or they want to be you or they want to murder you. All of them are complimentary, of course.”

“They do not.” He was looking at you with those blue eyes. It was like a clear, summer sky—blue and bright and it filled you with warmth.

You scoffed. “You can keep believing that.”

“And I believe you owe me an answer.”

You chewed your bottom lip. “I do.”

“So?”

“I do.” You stared at your shoes, noticing the dirt and all the marks from long-term wear.

“You do?”

“Find you attractive.” You were pretty sure your face was bright red by now.

“And?” He was enjoying this way too much.

You didn't want to let him have the satisfaction, so you took a step forward, standing so close that your sneakers and his were touching at the toes. His breath hitched as you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

With a grin, you whispered, “We can work on the 'being smitten' part.”

He didn't say anything for a while, which stoked your anxiety. Briefly, you stepped back, dropping his hand and self-consciously fiddled with your orange t-shirt.

“Sorry if I was too forward or you might've gotten together with Piper. I didn't mean—”

This seemed to snap him out of his trance. He shook his head, grabbing both of your hands.

“I held your hand and you assumed I was in a relationship?”

You groaned. “I don't know! It was scary. You weren't saying anything.”

He chuckled. “Sorry, my mind went completely blank. I wasn't expecting you to—uh, well, kiss me.”

“Did I really render the son of Zeus speechless?”

“No small feat,” he said. Then, he leaned into you, just as suddenly as you had before, and pressed a kiss to your lips.

It was quick and he pulled away quicker, leaving you with half-closed eyelids, leaning forward.

“Did I make you speechless, though?” He asked.

“Shut up, Grace, and finish what you started.”

You yanked him with his t-shirt and pulled him into another kiss. This time, on the lips. Your heart did the biggest somersaults in your chest and electric currents flooded through your body where he touched you.

You didn't want to let go.

[ ]

Meeting...

PT 1. @writerofthewinds asked and I shall answer

Jason Grace

You meet Jason Grace before he leaves Lupa's training.

You were only 6 when you had found your way to Lupa. You were being chased by monsters, scaly and sharp-toothed, when she had leapt into it's path and she single (pawedly?) handedly destroyed them into golden dust

You were taken back to her den, a little sniffly and injured, and she began training you immediately.

You weren't the only one she was training though. There was another boy with blond hair and a thin scar on his lip. He growled at you when he saw you, like he was a real wolf like Lupa

He didn't seem very nice but he was the only other person there so you still talked to him, even though he'd only respond in snarls.

You'd fight together and against each other often and it quickly became obvious just how stronger he was. You couldn't beat him in a fight but you two at least worked damn well together

You had asked Lupa once how old he was only to find out that he was a few months older than you, which felt like a stab to the gut. How dare he be older than you on top of being stronger

You only worked harder to stand on the same level as him, which seemed to please Lupa

Eventually, though you're not sure when, he had stopped snarling at you when you talked to him. You were succeeding in domesticating him! Now he was actually talking in broken sentences, though it was mostly to Lupa, occasionally he would respond to you

Of course he had started training under Lupa far earlier than you and one day she had taken him with her on a hunt and came back without him. You weren't allowed to ask where he went, she'd only reveal it when you passed your own training.

For the next year you had trained until finally gotten as far as Lupa could take you and she guided you toward Camp Jupiter.

You're greeted to Jason Grace, the Praetor instead of Jason, the feral kid. He is still quiet but there is no sharp snaggle-toothed snarling, though his stare is still as deep and menacing as a wolf's. He's,,, different.

You're unsure how you feel about that until you watch him for the first time standing as an imposing figure watching over the Field of Mars, lips pressed tightly together. He is the perfect praetor and you hate it.

You manage to meet him face-to-face after a good two weeks. He was alone for once, which meant this was a your only chance unless you wanted to wait another century for this miracle.

He had recognized you immediately and then there was a hint of the same kid who was more wolf than boy. His tense shoulders roll back and he stand in a more familiar stance, one much looser and relaxed.

His jaw loosens and you greet him first, following Lupa's way of greeting. A ducked head, pressing nose to cheek before half-stepping back. Jason follows like second nature even though your centurion told you that no one used that greeting anymore.

You spend an hour talking the same way you used to, where you did all the work and Jason responded in huffs, growls, one worded replies. It was familiar to you even after so much time.

You continue to chase after him even though he's so busy.

Actually, the reason you keep bothering him is because he's so busy. He is so young, he is barely older than you, and you know you couldn't do half of what he has to so you do the only thing you can.

You're there for him.

For a kid whose entire life has been abandonment, change, danger, you offer yourself a pillar of stability. If a rope snaps on a suspension bridge the whole thing falls down so you took up the job of fixing the ropes, protecting the bridge.

You both quickly developed an almost codependency on one another but admittedly, you're both stronger together than apart.

And years later, when you're both 18, Jason goes missing. One day he's there and the next it's like he disappeared.

You make quick work and pick up his slack. After so long of shadowing him you've almost subconsciously learnt the job of a praetor, so even though you lack the credentials you've assisted Reyna through it all.

More than once you've acted as each other's crutch, a large part of both of you missing— trying to forcibly mend the gap with meetings and paper work. It doesn't work well but you both manage to last, albeit haphazardly.

And when a boy with windswept hair and sea green eyes comes into the picture, things look up. You start learning to be independent, to be a leader, and then a giant war ship arrives. You see Jason, his new friends, and his girlfriend Piper, a lovely girl you're sure but it all feels like a betrayal. When he looks at you, it is with the same Praetor Jason Grace stare. There is no snaggle tooth, not even a nod.

And then he's off again with a fiery exit and you and Reyna are left to pick up the pieces again. You're both working to stop Octavian from pulling any cheep tricks when Reyna has to break the ancient law to chase after Jason and now it's just you.

You work hard against Octavian but there's not much you can stop without being a Praetor yourself. When he dies though, you do feel a little better.

After the war cools down and everyone starts licking their wounds, Jason is the one to go and find you. He talks low and smooth, asks why he can't seem to get you out of his mind, asks what you meant to him. When you tell him you were best friends, he shakes his head and says there has to be something more.

He tells you his plans to leave Camp Jupiter and how Piper broke up with him. You can't help being mad at him for abandoning you again but you're proud too because this, this is the Jason you had met all those years ago, feral and unashamed.

After a month of working to bring his memory back he kisses you, cradling your face between two scarred hands, and you wonder if this was something the old Jason would've done. You stop wondering when his eyes meet yours and you know, maybe this has always been inevitable for you two.

When you meet his friends as partners the only thing they do is get on his case about taking too long. Piper, who you've since learned is a bad bitch, whole heartedly approves and things are looking bright.

And happily ever after, no other books after that. It ends there. Shoo Apollo, go away.

{《☆》}

[This is,,, longer than Percy's and Nico's combined idek how brainrot maybe]

[Anyways hint for what I'm working on next because I can't keep my mouth shut: ✨️ soulmates ✨️, do with that what you will (aka what i mentioned last time i just never got started on it ngl)]

[L0v3, k1ng]

Meeting...

Percy Jackson

Youre a bit of an oddball in camp. You were 15 when you were found, completely by accident. A saytr protecting another kid ran into you and that's the only reason he noticed you were a demigod.

You're,,, painfully normal, actually. Which, in a world of demigods and monsters, is in itself weird.

Being normal isn't a bad thing though. It's kept you and your parent safe, which is why they didn't put you on an immediate evac out to camp.

Sadly, your no monster streak was ruined as a frizzy red headed girl and a boy who looked like he tried to skate as a job while graffiting walls on the weekend broke into the band room you were trying to practice in

Great way to start off your highschool years, I assure you.

The redhead gives you a once over but deems you unimportant and starts trying to wedge herself between the wall and a bass drum.

The skater glanced between you and the red head before reluctantly joining her, hiding behind a bunch of bongos. They start whispering to each other, though it fails since you're pretty sure the red head's never whispered before

Your face pinches as you listen to them talk and like any normal person, you assume they're both crazy. Greek myths, what a joke.

Then, as the skater boy is about to reveal whatever big secret he's keeping, two cheerleaders step into the room. You vaguely remember them welcoming you in, although they called you a fish and stared at you funny.

Blah blah, they attack you, the skater boy– who the evil vampire ladies conveniently tell you the name of, Percy saves you both and then the school is on fire. Whoops?

Anyways, Percy brings you with him to camp, very shortly shows you around before things start getting crazy. Some centaur dude is on trial, Percy leaves for a quest and is dead for a little before he crashes his own funeral, overall a weird couple weeks.

After hiding in the Apollo cabin during the fight, handing things to the healers as they work, things seem to settle for a little.

He does come to see you to apologize for not being a very good guide and offers to show you a more detailed, and far more fun, intro to camp

That's when you start getting to know Percy more. His quirks, his skills, even his odd love of blue food.

He seems to seek you out often, answering only once that it's because you make everything so average.

You realize that with Percy's luck, everything is in extremes. When you're around though, he gets a break. If you can give him even a few minutes of peace, you don't really mind him calling you average (okay you still kinda do)

When you both inevitably start dating, no one's surprised. A few seemed disappointed they lost the apparent bet on Percy's love life, but no one was shocked considering how much Percy doted on you when you were around.

He also called you his good luck charm more than a few times, especially when you weren't around

Nico Di Angelo

You were a young mortal, emphasis on were. You had been a follower of the Chthonic Gods and with a life devoted to them, you got a bit of a cushy death.

You became a servant to Persephone, who had only needed a few extra hands temporarily and didn't care to dismiss you when things calmed down again. Obviously you don't remember much of your life but you were living a good death, so you weren't upset.

You had become an almost right-hand to her majesty, still a strong devote to her husband gave you a bit of a leg up in that regard.

And as her right-hand, she often gave you tasks she knew you could handle, you just weren't expecting to have to take care of a dandelion.

It definitely isn't one of the harder tasks she's had you do but it is more confusing. She had expressed that if one petal were to fall from it, Hades himself would send you to Tartarus, which is definitely NOT on your To Do List, so you've wisely took them to heart

You made sure to take it with you everywhere, taking care to keep the soil moist and talking to it often. You're not sure if it's helping but not a single petal has fallen yet, so you're positive that you're doing something right.

It's only after two weeks of this schedule that Persephone calls you to her room and tells you to bring the plant. Of course you listen

You're more than a little embarrassed when she turned the dandelion back into a broody teen, one who refuses to look back at you as he begins arguing with Persephone

Persephone dismisses you and the brooding boy takes that as his cue to leave with you, still avoiding your face

He thanks you for taking such good care of him and offers his name —Nico— but nothing else before he shadowtravels away

Over the next few weeks you find small trinkets from the overworld left in your room, in the spot you had left Nico's dandelion form.

After a month of this, you are walking with Persephone as she heads to her garden and are faced with 3 demigods

Your eyes meet Nico's and he seems embarrassed again before he begins arguing with Persephone again

You are ordered to help them navigate the underworld in search for Hades's newest symbol of power and Nico actually starts looking at you, talking to you, and being normal

He's quite nice and he doesn't seem to hold anything against you, which is nice. You get along a lot better when he can actually respond and after retrieving the sword, you ask Nico to drop his gifts off in person so that you can actually see him more.

It's barely a few years later when Nico leads you out of the Underworld in the midst of Thanatos being missing, apparently having already gotten Persephone's permission but oddly tight-lipped about how (he coughs up petals for a week)

As a human you begin aging again with small parts of your past coming back. Nico is delighted when you remember your name and makes sure to say it to you at least once a day in case you ever forget it again.

You follow him wherever he goes, even to Tartarus, and all of his friends are surprised when you announce your dating, only because they thought you already were

Nico has apparently been horribly obvious in his adoration of you and you're much the same

{《☆》}

[I was supposed to write a platonic soulmate shortfic with like 10 characters and accidentally wrote this instead. Congrats, I guess. (I'm still gonna write the other one, you can't stop me)]

[L0v3, k1ng]

CAPSIZE MASTERLIST

playlist

BOOK 1 — WHAT HAPPENED IN THE BEGINNING

chapter one: it just keeps melting

summary: new boy Grover is determined to steal your best friend, but you have other ideas.

chapter two: oh look, a pony!

summary: a field trip has confusing and serious consequences that lead to monsters and ponies. percy steals a horn.

chapter three: hey, brainiac

summary: parents and families are never easy to understand, but suddenly, it all gets even worse.

chapter four: what’s up, mary jane?

summary: travis stoll steals your attention…and your heart, in a crush beginning to blossom. capture the flag offers chances for new friendships to bloom.

chapter five: do you have to go?

summary: a quest is announced, and Percy is at the heart of it. you try to tag along…only to find that Annabeth has taken the place already.

chapter six: the dream state

summary: you spend time deciphering your demigod dreams…although, at this point, you feel you’re a lost cause. nobody can understand them. the quest begins.

chapter seven: luck on our side

summary: you begin the quest, with a disappointing beginning. your bus explodes, and you take off into the woods.

chapter eight: off with your head

summary: you come across a place with good food and warmth. too bad the owner is a lady with snakes for hair.

chapter nine: a tea party with aphrodite

summary: Aphrodite has been keeping tabs on the relationship between yourself and Percy. you find a poodle offering help. las vegas looms ahead.

chapter ten: freefalling

summary: a trip by train leads to an arch and devil dogs. the way to las vegas isn’t far ahead, and you rekindle your friendship with percy.

chapter eleven: it’s not hard to see that boy is a fugitive.

summary: a courageous kick hundreds of feet in the air leads to underwater discoveries. percy saves your life.

chapter twelve: make a deal with a god

summary: you head out to retrieve something left behind, and find yourself and percy set up.

chapter thirteen: the lotus casino

summary: you find a haven in las vegas you never want to leave. but not everything is as it seems.

chapter fourteen: ergo

summary: your way out of the lotus casino comes quicker than you think, after a too-long period of time. an alleyway leads to monsters and terror.

chapter fifteen: play dead

summary: you face the Lord of the Dead, a pit that wants to kill you, and find that your friends have not been honest.

chapter sixteen: this is how it ends

summary: after leaving santa monica pier, Percy demands to speak to Zeus in person. he gets his wish.

BOOK 2 — A RED THREAD OF FATE

chapter seventeen: a red thread of fate

summary: a trip to a school means a dance, a monster, and quick-thinking.

chapter eighteen: a dream is a wish your heart makes.

summary: you dream of what your future could be. you are ridden with determination, confusion, and reminisce on your past.

chapter nineteen: time to pray

summary: everyone is stressed over Annabeth’s disappearance. what you don’t expect is the guilt that follows you. another god appears, and the quest continues.

chapter twenty: back to camp

summary: you arrive at camp to find it as you’ve never seen it before. Nico di Angelo is introduced to the world he never knew, and you see Travis again after too long.

chapter twenty-one: it’s called…hope

summary: a game of capture the flag leads to a new prophecy.

chapter twenty-two: here we go again

summary: it’s that time again for goodbyes and see-you-laters. five of you are decided to go on the quest to save Artemis, and, you hope, your sister, too.

chapter twenty-three: it goes on

summary: your quest begins, and a certain boy wheedles his way onto it, much to your delight.

chapter twenty-four: if you have the key

summary: a fight doesn’t go to plan, but what comes after is a great improvement in your relationship with Percy.

chapter twenty-five: halloween came early

summary: you encounter a skeleton army and a strange ability of Bianca’s. you hitch a ride on a wild boar.

chapter twenty-six: actions have consequences

summary: you make a decision that costs a life.

chapter twenty-seven: movement

summary: so many dam problems.

chapter twenty-eight: wide awake

summary: you’re nearly there to saving your sister, and an unlikely hero saves the day.

chapter twenty-nine: little talks

summary: you have to be brave. sisterhood proves itself, and you decide nobody is to be left behind.

chapter thirty: fine line

summary: your quest comes to an end, leaving you with questions unanswered, and a deep sadness. reunions are bittersweet.

BOOK 3 — BAD IDEA, RIGHT?

chapter thirty-one: bad idea, right?

summary: a year spent with friends and monsters begins, with a surprising appearance from Rachel Elizabeth Dare.

chapter thirty-two: i see trouble on the way

summary: it turns out that summer hasn’t been as pretty as you thought. someone’s gone insane, someone’s trying to invade, and you’ve found an underground labyrinth purely by accident.

chapter thirty-three: run, girl, run!

summary: TO BE ANNOUNCED.

Seeing the Beauty (Piper McLean x Jackson!Reader) - Masterlist and Taglist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8 

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16 

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

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All I Feel is You

Percy Jackson x Reader summary: Being a daughter of Hecate means having a lot of strengths, however you are not invincible and people often seem to forget that, with the exception of a certain sea-green-eyed boy

a/n: was this requested? no. did is still decide to make this? obviously. i've been meaning to write for percy for a while, so here it is. i hope you enjoy. also, i have this hc that hecate only has daughters. let me know what you think! &lt;3

Being a daughter of Hecate had its perks. For instance, you were doted in the ways of medicine, much like the Apollo kids, you complimented each other in that way. Their powers diminished at night, while yours grew stronger and viceversa. Your magic covered various areas, those including earth, heavens and oceans as well as your specialty: shape shifting. Having such a wide range of domain, Hecate kids were often asked for favors and help around camp. It was needless to say that Hecate kids were a beloved asset around camp.

Sometimes, you took privilege in these favors, and asked Chiron for certain liberties, like skipping a lesson or activity. Or even being able to stay out past curfew, (without any of the other campers knowing, of course).

As of right now, you were using one of your ‘favor passes’ as you liked to call them, as you sat out in the Delphi’s Strawberry Fields, allowing the cool summer breeze blow through your hair. Your shoes had been discarded so that you could dig your toes in the soil.

The Battle of Manhattan had taken place a few days ago, and people were still mourning the loss of their loved ones. You were no indifferent to loss, you had lost some of your sisters, and while you would love to be mourning with the ones that remained, it was better for you to do it alone.

Being a daughter of Hecate had its perks, however, being a daughter of Hecate brought complicated feelings in times like this. Being a daughter of Hecate meant you could see and feel other people’s ‘magic’, something that mortals knew as ‘aura’. And during the aftermath of the Battle, there wasn’t a surplus of beautiful magic. A somber atmosphere covered the camp, and while it never completely left, it seemed to dissipate at night. Maybe it was the cruelness of hope that manifested itself in dreams, giving people a brief moment of contentment, as they fantasized that their loved ones hadn’t been lost, and that when they woke up, everything would still be like it was a few days prior.

Amidst your contemplation, the sound of rustling leaves could be heard. You knew who it was, he was the only person that ever came out here at night. Mostly because he didn’t care for the curfew.

He didn’t say anything, he just sat next to you and stared up at the stars.

“How are you doing?” you asked after a few minutes of silence.

“I am,” Percy replied.

“I think that’s what we all are,” you said.

Silence once again.

“You’re not looking at the stars tonight,” he said.

“It’s hard right now. Especially tonight, or any other night since it happened.”

You both didn’t dare to say exactly what happened. It was in the past as of right now, and maybe in the future it would become a part of the present, so that it didn’t repeat itself. But as of right now, it was too hard to bear.

“Would you like to talk about it?”

You sighed and brought your knees up to your chest, “I guess it just feels wrong. I think they are my stars tonight, I have to look at them just in case they crash and burn. It’s been rough for all of us.”

Percy nodded. He might not understand you completely, but that was what your relationship with him was like. He was there for you no matter what, and most of the time you comprehended each other without even talking, and when you didn’t being with each other was enough.

For the first time since he joined you, you looked at him. His aura contained a little blue, however it faded into grey as it progressed towards the edges. You stared at him, analyzing the change in color that his magic had had these past days.

“You can stop lookin at my jello, or whatever you call it.”

“Jello is a new one. You’re getting creative with the names. Care to explain it?”

“It’s because I’m in it, and it’s kind of like I’m suspended inside. Or that’s what I imagine it looks like to you at least.”

“That would make you jello too.”

“I think being jello would be fun.”

His magic flickered for an instance, tinting itself in a light shade of orange and yellow. You smiled before looking back at the camp.

“I wish I could see your magic,” Percy said.

“Trust me, you don’t.”

“I just wish I could do the same for you that you do for me.”

You chuckled, the sound came out more bitter than you had intended, “That’s a burden me and my sisters bare. Mom had to find a way to balance out all the perks.”

Percy stared at you, “I may not be able to see magic Y/N. But some other things are clear to see, you can let go, just for a while if you’d like to, we can even stay here forever if that’s what you need.”

You tried. You really tried to remain silent, but as you listened to him a choked sob escaped your throat. Someone with your ability was usually in charge of comforting everyone, you were supposed to even take in those negative emotions, however, you never realized the toll it was taking on you until it was too late.

Percy scooted closer to you and wrapped his arms around you as he cradled your body. He led your head up to his chest and comfortingly ran his calloused hands along your back. He didn’t say anything, he just allowed you to let out everything you had been holding on to up until now.

“I’m- I’m so- sorry,” you said in between sobs.

Percy shushed you and kept on rubbing your back, “You don’t have to apologize. You’re safe here.”

And you truly believed him, you allowed yourself to completely let go while in his arms. Amidst a world full of chaos you could always count on the sea-green-eyed boy to bring you comfort. Even when the world had collapsed, your home was still standing as long as he was.

Percy watches as you relaxed in his arms, you let loose, and something wonderful happened. He saw as a soft colorful light emanated from you. It started with a bright pink and faded into indigo. He smiled and whispered a soft ‘thank you’. He knew you wouldn’t be able to hear it, but you would feel it, just as he felt you.

Im back... loid x reader fluff

Havent been on here for soo long omg. BUTT im back. with smtg u guys prolly wanna read most since Spy X family has become SUCH a popular anime.

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Loid is complicated. You knew something was up but he never really let you in, even though you were technically married. If something was bothering him he would close you off until whatever happened he dealed with and that made you feel.. lonely. Sometimes you would get insecure and think what if he's tired of me? Am i any use to him at all?

At times like this Loid could sense your insecurity so he tried to do all that he could... not like he cared but he couldn't let his fake wife be stressed out while this mission is in action. That would mean he was a failure as a spy.

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-When Loid would see you frowning, most of the times not even because of him (maybe there was no milk for your cereal) he would immediately try and fix the cause, treating it like one of his missions. His reward is getting to see you smile because you knew he cared to some extent.

-If you got into a fight with a friend it would take some time for him to notice you not acting like your usual self... but when he did he takes you and Anya to an amusement park (even though he hates it) because he knew you would love it.

-he takes great care of knowing everything about you, (he doesn't like being surprised; no matter what it is) and will always get you your favorite food or take you to do your favorite thing when your feeling especially bored.

-he makes sure he doesn't leave you alone in the house for to long and when he does he makes it up by spending some time with you, might it be a walk in the park, or going to a cafe, or even to a library (he leaves Anya with Frankie (puffy hair guy) on these occasions).

Extra:

When you guys shared a bed the first time you unknowingly cuddled Loid, even though there was a pillow separating the two of you (you rolled over it), and Loid was too nervous to sleep and he moved you after basking in it for awhile. He was secretly flustered but he won't ever let you know what happened that night.

Laundry and Taxes (Loid Forger x Wife!Reader Angst Oneshot)

A/N: Hello my lovely toes, I am back from my hiding and I bless you with this SpyXFamily fiction. Istg, this anime is so wholesome but it has so much angst potential. It was killing me that no one decided to create some gut-wrenching angst no comfort. So here I am. My asks are open for any requests or just a conversation. I would love to give back to our little community here. Please remember to take care of yourselves, and enjoy :). CW: Minor mentions of hand-guns (because of Anya). Masterlist Word Count: 2204 Summary: In your small found family– with your husband, daughter, and dog– you were content. Content with your normal routine of playing spies with Agent Anya, and setting up the evening coffee and hot cocoa, after your husband came back from his work. Cold War tensions grew yet your small familial unity sustained your peace. But what happens when the war approaches its desired end, when the leaders of Westalis and Ostania finally unite under peace?

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You saw yourself in the pink-haired young girl playing in front of you. Black sunglasses on, with frames too large for her face, you chuckled at the way she rolled around the cosy apartment, hiding behind Bond one moment, hiding behind Pengi the Penguin another. Her hands were raised in front of her face, mimicking a tiny hand gun. 

She was obsessed with spies. 

She wanted to become one when she grew up, “to protect world peace”.  

I guess you two weren’t that different. 

Like mother, like daughter. Although it often haunted you that you were only her second mother. Yes, you were Anya’s ‘Haha’, yes, she told you she loved you. But you still hesitated to accept your role between Anya and her ‘Chichi’, Loid. You felt as though… it wasn’t your place to intervene between the daughter-father combination, often feeling as though your use ended on the day of Eden College’s interview. 

Although you had no right to feel upset over being so… disposable. You couldn’t even perform the basic tasks of a mother and a wife sometimes. 

Cooking? Loid made dinner everyday. 

“It’s not that she doesn’t like your cooking, Y/N. She’s just a picky eater. It’s a terrible habit I failed to acknowledge when she was younger and now, I believe Anya’s just stuck with it”.

Laundry? Loid kindly asked you to stop doing the laundry for his and Anya’s clothing after you mixed up the colours and temperatures. Loid had to wear a pink shirt to work for three days. And poor Anya. She was in tears when she saw her favourite wool-knit sweater, four sizes too small, lying limply amongst the sea of baby pink.

You saw Loid’s face go blank, when you opened the machine, your eyes shut in an internal sigh as your cheeks matched the hue of his shirts. And Anya was just crying as she held onto her sweater. 

From then on, you were gently reminded that Loid had no trouble washing his clothes and Anya’s. 

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N. I’ve been doing this for a while now, it’s honestly second nature to me”, he said with a smile. 

Eventually, Anya repurposed her ruined favourite sweater for her little plushies. 

Everyone was happy, yet the colour pink and wool scribed disappointment on your features, a symbol of your failure as the Forger wife and mother. 

Cooking failed, laundry failed. You had basic mathematic skills, you could maybe tackle the taxes? But don't even start about taxes. It was the one thing he never allowed you to touch. Documents were brought in and out of his locked room, swiftly and silently. 

You never felt like the proper wife for Loid Forger. And you never felt like the proper mother for Anya Forger. 

Yet there were times like this, where you could see your reflection in Anya’s innocent game play, where you felt as though you did belong in the Forger household. 

Clad in a black pencil skirt and a white button down Anya ‘borrowed’ from Loid, you revealed your hiding spot from behind the corridor wall, exposing Anya with a loud, “you’ve been caught, Agent Anya!”

Anya turned around slowly, an unexpected smirk on her face. 

“Well well, Agent Haha might have caught anyone else off-gaard. But Haha forgets…” she snickered, pulling out two small plushies from behind her back, “Anya is Agent Anya, the best detetiv in the world!” 

To your surprise, she launched the plushies in your direction, laughing in victory. 

As one plushie hit your arm, you feigned injury, crying out as you slid down the wall. “Oh no! I’ve been struck by the greatest detective in the world! What was my boss thinking of setting me on this mission against the one and only, Agent Anya?” 

Anya laughed and smiled at your declaration of loss, gathering her fellow ‘agents’ to finish the mission. 

“Don’t wovvy Agent Haha, you did well for your forst time! You can onwy get better from now”. 

It had been nearly a year with this bundle of joy and she never failed to make you smile. 

You took Anya’s hand and saluted her. 

“I hope to learn from the best onwards. Please accept my defeat”, you bowed, your lowered eyes stuck in nostalgia. 

Anya was obsessed with spies. You were too. It was a long phase that lasted until your late teens. But one could argue that it still tumbled around your heart, catching you by surprise here and there. 

You wanted to marry a spy when you were younger. It was your only dream. 

Although you were glad that your childhood dream never became true. 

Because spies could never stay. And it was much easier to be the one who left, than to be the one who was left. That was a universal belief, it seemed. 

So you were also glad that Anya had no intentions to marry a spy either. She just wanted to become one, that’s where you two differed. 

You heard the faint jingle of keys as the rapid clock hand approached six. And there he was, your husband, walking through the door with his hands preoccupied with two big, brown paper bags. 

“Chichi!” Anya exclaimed, tearing her hand away from yours to clasp the grey fabric of her Chichi’s trousers. 

“You’re back!” 

Loid was taken aback, weight shifting off-balance. You stood up to free his hands, his eyes silently thanking you. 

He gently shut the door behind him before ruffling his daughter’s hair. 

“Of course I would come back, Anya. A person can’t just disappear out of thin air”. 

“Spies can!” Anya retaliated. 

Loid stared at her. Silent. No apparent emotion in his eyes. 

You couldn’t help but giggle at Loid’s blank face. He never understood spies. Whenever Anya would bring them up, he zoned out: with a nod here and there and a simple response, he always found a way to turn the conversation elsewhere. 

It was how you felt with politics. You never quite understood it, but if someone was passionate about it, you would listen in with a few polite ‘mhms’, and an “interesting!”. But most importantly, you would do whatever you could to direct the conversation elsewhere – it was a trait you shared with your husband. Now who learned from who, that was up for debate. 

“It was in the wast episode of Bondman!” she explained, tugging him towards the living room, where she sat in front of the TV and elaborated on the newest episode. 

Listening to Anya’s adorable voice, you walked into the kitchen, placing the bags on the kitchen aisle. Your body followed the daily routine you had grown to love so much: your hands worked on autopilot, sorting the filter system, pouring the water, adding the coffee beans that were always placed on the bottom shelf of the far-right cupboard. And of course, you could never forget the packets of cocoa powder on the shelf just above, with Anya’s little mug– stained slightly on the inside but white nonetheless, with a band of yellow on the top. And of course, the mandatory bags of tiny marshmallows just beside it, because Anya always wanted a handful of marshmallows on top of her cocoa. It was your normal. A normal you grew to crave so much. 

To love so much.  

“He disappead just wike that, in thin air! Never to be found again by anyone!” 

Loid sighed. 

“If only you could focus on your studies as much as you focus on this show, Anya”. 

You giggled from the kitchen, swiftly sorting the items Loid had bought, cross checking it with the grocery list stuck on the fridge door. The coffee was nearly finished, although you hoped it would filter faster.

“I wonder what Anya will do now that Bondman is finished”, you added as you placed a pitcher of milk, a bowl of a few sugar cubes, and Anya’s mug of hot cocoa on your plain white tray. 

“Will she finally study?” you asked, walking over with your simple white tray, as you did everyday. 

Anya’s eyes widened as she grabbed the tiny mug with her tiny hands, the stars in her eyes still shining as the tiny marshmallows reflected in them. Just like always. 

Loid reached for his mug, a simple white cup with a black band around the top. He reached for the pitcher, the tension in his shoulder dissipating as his wife sat next to him, with her own simple white cup with a coloured band around the top. 

He poured the right amount of milk in your cup and dropped an extra sugar cube in yours, passing a tiny tea spoon to stir. 

This was your normal. But perhaps, it was also his. 

Perhaps, your body also inched closer to his, and perhaps, his hand lingered for a second longer when he passed your coffee. 

“Chichi and Haha are flirting”. 

“No we are not!” you both defended, although her observation was far too frequent to deny internally.

Loid took another sip of his coffee, losing himself in the comfort of the sofa cushions. 

“Your Haha asked you a question, Anya”. 

Anya pouted at her Chichi, unhappy that he redirected the conversation again. 

This was the Forger’s normal. 

So in a year or two, when Anya began to willingly study without Loid’s constant presence, it seemed… different. 

But one could suppose that ‘different’ wasn’t always terrible. 

It was different to hear the deafening silence coat the walls of the Forgers. It was different to see Bond without your pink-haired daughter chasing him around with her ‘spy-gear’ and ‘Silencer gun’. Instead, you saw Bond in front of your daughter’s locked door, where she was silently studying, or silently napping. 

Sometimes she would silently cry, her suppressed sniffles and weeps echoing through the hollow of your mind. 

Your ear would be pressed against her wooden door, with Bond’s empty eyes watching, attempting to decipher her whispers:

“Chichi won’t … if Anya isn’t an Imperial …”. 

“Anya will never … Chichi again if Anya doesn’t …”. 

“Anya can’t … Haha’s coco if Anya doesn’t study”. 

You would look back to Bond, his eyes reflecting the Forger household. It was rumoured that animals knew more than humans sometimes. And how you wished you could know what Bond knew. 

And when the evening shrouded its last ray of light into your shared apartment, the clock ticking to eight, Loid and you still sat together. Although it was different because it only lasted a minute. Because Loid would politely thank you for his coffee and walk away into his room, the milk pitcher left untouched. 

But it became painful when it became normal for your evening snacks to be placed back inside the plastic containers, and stowed away on the top shelf of the far-right cupboard. And every time you opened that cupboard, on the far-right, your chest constricted as three packets of untouched marshmallows stared back at you, lying against the bored packet of cocoa powder. And up in front, you could see that hollow white teacup, collecting dust as the yellow band on top turned sickly. 

Sometimes, you would turn the television on, as you battled the hunger in your heart. Two years ago, you would have to flick through multiple cartoon channels to browse the adult selection. Now, the first channel was always the news, reporting on the decreasing Cold War tensions between Westalis and Ostania. 

“Peace in Unity”–  it flooded the screens and streets of your small little world. 

The message spreaded as the war contained. 

However, the message troubled you heavily. The Westalian and Ostanian governments claimed that there was peace in unity, yet your familial unity starved your peace and fed your tension. 

But the weight finally crushed your troubles when the Forger household was filled with noise once again. 

Your eight-year-old daughter finally left her room to point towards the fridge door. 

It was different, because the noise wasn't the bustling laughter of your daughter’s beautiful giggles. They were gut-wrenching wails that suffocated her throat. Eyes all red and swollen as her running nose dripped down her lips, mixing with her prickles of sorrow, which burnt against her tiny face. 

There was a note with neat cursive printing the sheet in blocks. 

Your dream was to marry a spy when you were younger. But as you grew up, when fiction became an unachievable utopia and horror became the justifiable present, it seemed as though your dream was already fulfilled, three years ago. But this was different. 

Because this dream made your smile too heavy to remain on your gentle face. And the blood that thumped violently behind your eyes, rose your heart just to drop it again. So as your stomach raced, with Loid’s omurice clashing with the constrictions in your abdomen, and chest, this dream was different because you didn’t seem to wake up from it.  

It was much easier to be the spy who left, than to be the wife who was left. Or so you thought, until your blurry eyes stained the last sentence, the ink blending into mush as your hands gave away and dropped the freshly written note from your grasp.

Because in another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you,

Loid Forger Twilight.

Being Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable’s Best Friend Would Include…

You’re (Y/N) Staunch, a freelance troubleshooter and one of the lifelong best friends of Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable.

You’ve known Kim since you were in diapers. One of your parents works alongside Kim’s dad as a rocket scientist. Your other parent is the secretary of defence (they travel a lot for work).

When you both started daycare, you met Ron. You were initially put off by the boy’s quirky behaviour, but quickly you developed an affection for his humorous antics.

In middle school, you and Kim decide to set up a babysitting business and create a website “Possible.com". You mutually agree it’s better than “Staunch.com”

Due to a typing error, you and Kim were contacted by a Mr. McHenry who was in trouble, and was trying to contact a different group of heroes named "Team Impossible".

Fortunately, you and Kim had been taking gymnastics and studying martial arts together since you were both two. (Kim wanted martial arts, you wanted gymnastics, you compromised).

Your two’s recognition as heroes grew until you were being contacted for help by people all over the world.

Despite being a freelance hero, you are still a teenager and your parents require you to go to school. You attend Middleton high school.

You’re on track to be valedictorian, having an impressively high IQ. Additionally, you are captain of the boy’s lacrosse team. You do have your rivals, Bonnie, and the captain of the soccer team.

Being the one to introduce Wade to team Possible. For the longest time, you're the only one who’s ever met him in person.

Having your own communicator.

You and Kim have an open door policy for your houses. You’re allowed to show up at the Possible house anytime, and the same goes for Kim with your house.

In fact, you showed up at one in the morning, one time, to grab some flour, because you ran out at your house and wanted to make cookies (you shared when you came back later, so it was fine).

You fully support some of Ron’s more questionable decisions, such as becoming the middle dog mascot, because you know it’ll annoy Bonnie and the other cheerleaders.

Teasing Kim with Ron and Rufus about her crush on Josh Mankey.

Having a spot in your pack for Rufus to hang out, that’s always stocked with snacks. You love Rufus.

You definitely pouted because you missed out on Kim and Ron’s cheerleader camp, monster mishap.

Trying your best to help Ron get a partner but always secretly shipping him and Kim (you may have started a top secret shipping club to help them get together.)

Much to Kim’s annoyance, you get along great with the twins, Jim and Tim. They’re less annoying than your three older brothers. At the same time, Kim gets along well with your brothers, much to your own frustration.

Oftentimes having your own one off adventures with either Ron or Kim. Whenever it’s you and Kim, you manage to get the job done swiftly. However, despite your intelligence, you and Ron together it a chaotic combination.

Being on par with Kim in terms of combat skills

Not really having a main nemesis. Kim has Shego, and Ron has Monkeyfist. You, meanwhile, treat all the villains like Pokémon. Gotta catch them all.

Alongside Wade, you design a lot of the cool tech that aids team Possible on your missions.

You miniaturise and adopt DNAmy’s Rabbit-Rhino. They're about the size of a medium dog. You name them Barkin.

Sometimes splitting the team up to cover more ground. It’s always you and Wade (over communicator) and Kim with Ron. You and Ron are just too chaotic together to be left together during important assignments.

Observing Hanukkah with the Stoppables and celebrating Christmas Eve with the Possibles.

Having a healthy rivalry with Kim in certain areas (i.e., snowboarding, arriving at class first, who can do the most backflips, or break the most boards, etc.)

Helping Ron with his homework.

Dragging Kim and Ron to your favourite Chinese restaurant whenever you get sick of hanging out at Bueno Nacho or the mall.

You’re an important and valued member of team Possible. More importantly than that, you’re Kim and Ron’s best friend.

love's never lost when perspective is earned ✧ cardan greenbriar

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pairing: cardan greenbriar x fae!fem!reader

request: I happened to stumble upon your Tumblr too and I saw some of your rules regarding requests, I don’t know if it’s proper to do it here or on your tumblr because I’ve never truly requested something, hahaha. But would you mind doing another continuation to this? A smut continuation of their wedding night? I have a feeling you’d manage to do such an amazing work- AllyLover2014

summary: and he won’t confess that he waited, but he let the lamp burned. as the fae masqueraded, he hoped she’d return. with her feet on the ground, tell him all that she’d learned.

word count: 1,910

warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, oral (f & m receiving), dual povs, not proofread

PART ONE | PART TWO 

Cardan’s tail swished at his feet. From across the room, he watched as you danced with Jude. A smile tugged at his lips. His wife and his best friend. What luck he had been afforded for the two incredible women in his life to get along so well? He knew, of course, that you would. In your time at school, you often admonished Cardan for any cruel tricks he played on Jude. She didn’t deserve that treatment, you’d always say. Be better, because I know you can be. You were the only person he would allow to speak to him like that. After all, you were the only person who thought him above the part he played. If all of Elfhame thought him cruel, you saw him for he truly was. Jude, eventually, came to see that too—both your kindness and the mask Cardan wore.

You caught his eye and smiled. Cardan watched as you took Jude’s hand, gently urging her out of the swarm of dancing fae. She smiled appreciatively at you. It was difficult for humans to find their way out of these revels. If you were not watching out for her, Jude might have danced until she died. 

“You didn’t have to stop,” Cardan said as you approached him. Jude slipped away to the refreshment table.

“I cannot stand to be apart from you. I’ve had enough of a fill of that for a lifetime,” you said. Cardan’s heart soared. Your arms wrapped around his waist, and your head came to rest against his chest. “Besides, I think Jude was beginning to tire.”

“I do not plan to let you stray from my side for a long time.” Cardan’s tail wrapped around you and pulled you closer. If Cardan could achieve it, he would mould you against him so that you never could leave again. “I am glad you and Jude are friends now. She has so few she feels she can trust.”

“As am I.” Your smile faltered for a moment. So quick that Cardan might not have noticed it if he hadn’t committed himself to memorizing every part of you. He reached up, thumb tugging at the corner of your lips so that the smile might remain in place. “May I confess something?”

“Anything.”

You took a breath. You did not speak immediately. Instead, you took the time to straighten the crown that rested against his brow. “I left because I thought Jude was the one you cared for. After you were crowned High King, you were seldom from her side. It broke my heart to think that I had lost your favor. I would step aside for your happiness, but I could stand by and watch it happen.”

Cardan’s tail wrapped tighter around you. You would not run again, but he couldn’t stop the fear from sinking deep into his veins. “I was scared that you would not like the crown I wore. Jude took a liking to tell me how ridiculous I was acting. Truthfully, I think she liked that too much because it was the one thing that we could always agree.”

“Why did you wait so long then?”

Cardan laughed. “I may have agreed with Jude that I was being ridiculous, but it did little to quell the fear that you would not want me.”

“Well, whatever she said to convince you to act, I am grateful. Even if it did send me running.” You pressed a soft kiss to his lips. Cardan smiled. “In some ways, I think we both needed it. Who knows how long we may have skirted around our feelings still.”

He combed your fingers through your hair and pulled you in for a searing kiss. He loved this. He loved being your husband. Cardan no longer had to pace the floors of the palace, wondering if he could confess to you his feelings. He no longer had to dream of what it would feel for you to be in his arms, for it was now his reality. And as you moaned against his mouth, Cardan decided he would commit every moment of his long life to bringing you as much pleasure as you have already brought him. It was his duty as your husband after all. 

“Let us retire,” he said, parting from you long enough for a breath.

“It is our wedding celebration. People will talk if we leave too soon,” you said, but your voice was filled with enough lust that he knew you didn’t truly mean a single word. 

“Let them talk, and let Jude run them through with her sword for disrespecting their Queen and King.”

You smiled up at him, and Cardan stole another kiss. “Whisk me away, my love.”

The entire walk up to your shared chambers, Cardan’s tail swished behind him in excitement.

Sex and nakedness are not regarded the same in Faerie as it is in the human lands. Yet, watching as Cardan undressed before you had you positively giddy. It had you even forgetting that you were supposed to undress, too, until your husband was reaching around you, skillfully undoing the laces of your dress with his nimble fingers. 

“You are beautiful,” you whisper, running your hand down his chest to his stomach. “The most beautiful person I have ever seen.”

Cardan grinned. “And to think you tried to deprive yourself of such beauty,” he teased. He kissed your brow, dragged his lips down to your ear. His breath was warm as he whispered, “I should be quite upset, you know, that you tried to deprive me of your beauty.”

Wordlessly, you sank down to your knees. The wood was cool against your skin. A nice contrast to how warm your arousal was making you. Cardan watched you, his mouth falling open to release a shuddering breath as you took his cock in your hands. “Shall I repent, my husband?”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed. Any sign of his teasing had disappeared the moment you touched him. You wondered if he had always been so affected by you. You wondered how blind you must have been to miss it for all these years. “You may do to me as you please,” he breathed out.

Your tongue darted out, wetting your lips, before you took him into your mouth. As you looked up at your husband through your lashes, Cardan looked as though he might just fall apart under your touch. Pride settled in your veins. Neither you nor Cardan were strangers to pleasures of the flesh, but you were certain that no one could make him feel as you were now. You released him with a pop! and began to kiss down his length.

Cardan’s fingers found purchase in your hair. His grip tightened as you ran your tongue up the underside of his cock, taking time to flick over a rather prominent vein. But before you could take him fully in your mouth again, Cardan was pulling you away, gently nudging you back to your feet. 

“Was that not to your liking, husband?” you asked, though you already knew the answer. 

“I will not allow you to steal all the fun, wife,” he said. Cardan gathered you in his arms, carrying you the short distance to the bed and laid you down. He settled between your legs, which he had hiked over his shoulders. You reached down, brushing stray curls from his eyes. “It is my wedding night, too, after all.”

“Ah, yes, but what is that the humans say? Happy wife, happy life?”

Jude had been quite happy to share that one little line with you. Having grown up in Faerie, there was little she remembered from her time in the human lands. But she remembered that, and she shared it with you so that you could add it to your arsenal of things to make Cardan putty in your hands. 

“Oh, I fully intend to make you happy,” Cardan declared before diving in. 

Cardan ate your cunt as if he were a starved man. His tongue lapped at you, collecting your arousal as if it were the sweet nectar of an everapple. Just as he had you, your hand found its own wound through his silky curls. But where he had pulled you away, you drew him in closer. You could feel his smirk when he took your sensitive bud between his lips. 

You breathed out his name, chanted it as if it were the most precious oath. Recited it as though it were your vows to him. A cord deep in your stomach began to tighten, tauter and tauter until it finally snapped. Your chants became a scream.

Your husband emerged from your trembling thighs with a triumphant smile. He crawled up your body until he was draped over you like a blanket. Safe and secure within his arms. Cardan’s forehead rest against yours. His breath tickled your face, but you found delight in the sensation. His every breath was yours, and so yours were his. 

“I feel as though I am in debt to you,” you teased. “How can you let me finish, but not allow me the same pleasure?”

Cardan smiled. His tail dipped between your bodies, wrapped itself around your leg. “Your debt shall be paid soon enough,” he swore. 

You barely processed Cardan pressing his cock into you until the gasp escaped your lips. It had been a long while since you laid with anyone. You had forgotten how delicious that stretch felt. Acting of their own accord, your legs locked around his hips, keeping his thrusts shallow as he began to move. You pulled Cardan in for another kiss and did not let him pull away. 

His moans melted into your own. “I love you,” he chanted. His fingers intertwined with your own. “I adore you. I am yours to command.”

“Mm, don’t stop,” you said. And as though he were yours to command, he did as told, his thrusts beginning to grow sloppy. “I love you.”

Cardan gasped, and you felt him finish. He continued to thrust into you, one hand leaving yours to press against the still sensitive bud. He rolled it between his fingers, urging that taught cord to snap again. As though you were his to command, it did, and the tidal wave of ecstasy washed over your once more. 

“I love you!” you shouted, because nothing better encapsulated this feeling than those three simple words. 

Your husband came to rest against your chest, his ear pressed against the spot above your heart. He nipped at the skin of your breast until you scratched your nails against his scalp. His tail had unwound itself from your thigh, taking to swish softly in the air above you.

“I am glad I came home to you,” you said. “I am glad you did not let me stay away.”

Cardan lifted his head, a sleepy smile tugged at his lips. “I would run after you every day if it meant I got to have you in my arms for even a moment.”

“I shall never run again,” you swore.

“But then whom shall I chase through the palace?”

“I may run then,” you conceded. 

Content, Cardan rested against your chest once more. His breaths soon turned shallow, and a quiet snore echoed through the room. You followed soon after, because there was nothing in this life you would do without your husband at your side. 

you said you were gonna come find me ✧ cardan greenbriar

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pairing: cardan greenbriar x fae!fem!reader

request: part 2 of the cardan fic?? - anon

summary: and you didn't wanna hang around. she said it was just goodbye for now. he said he was gonna grow up, then he would come find you.

word count: 1,728

warnings?: dual povs, a little angst with a happy ending, not proofread

PART ONE | PART THREE

The local children were convinced you were a witch. Part of you wanted to tell them that you were worse than a witch—that you could turn them into animal of your choosing, that you could make them do things and think they liked it, that you could ruin their lives by virtue of existing. Perhaps that was the heartache talking, so you instead shouted “boo!” when you caught them staring for too long. You supposed, though, you fed into the rumors of your being a witch. You came into this town out of nowhere, lived far away from the rest of its people, and only interacted with them when you went into town for food or a new library book. No one knew who you were or where you came from. At first, you reveled in the solace.

Now, you were only painfully are of how lonely you were.  

When you left Faerie, you went as far as you could from your former home. Traveled up to the mountains, found an abandoned cabin you could hole up in. There were few faeries in this area, mostly solitary fae that you would encounter while on walks in the woods, which had been the draw. Months later, you found yourself wishing you had set yourself up in one of the communities of fae who lived in the mortal lands. Would you be admitting defeat to leave the cabin now and join them? 

It wasn’t all horrible in your little cabin. Being away from court and all of its expectations was nice. You didn’t have to worry about carefully mincing your words so as not to offend anyone. You weren’t dragged into dances you would rather avoid. And you certainly did have to let your heart break over and over again as Jude at Cardan’s side. No, instead, you could read and write poetry and tend to the little garden you had started. You could find your happiness, even if it was without the one person you truly wanted by your side. 

You wondered how Cardan was doing. Had he even noticed you were gone? Did he care? He had seemed to miss seeing you when you danced with him on your last night in Faerie. But he had also not made any prior efforts to seek you out. Fae couldn’t lie, but they could manipulate. They could twist the truth to serve their interests. Few were better at doing so than Cardan. 

“When I learned you left Faerie, this was not the sort of place I expected you to be.”

You stiffened as you rounded the corner. The basket you’d been using to carry the herbs you foraged nearly fell from your grip. You squared your shoulders, looked down your nose at the woman seated at your dining room table. “I did not come here under the expectation to be found.”

Jude considered the room. The dirty dishes in the sink, the wilted flowers in the center of the table, the open storybook at the chair askew in front of her. “So it seems. It was not easy to find you.”

“You should have taken that as a sign to leave me be,” you said. You crossed the dining room and went into the kitchen. Jude’s chair scratched against the floor as she followed you. You ignored her as you began to unload the herbs from your basket. “I left Faerie for a reason.”

Though you were avoiding looking at her, you knew Jude’s eyes did not leave you. If you didn’t know better, you might have thought Jude was fae herself. The predatory glint in her eyes, the way her fingers itched to grab at her sword. She was not still like fae, nor was she unnaturally beautiful like fae, but she carried herself in such a way that you could be convinced otherwise. By human standards, she would have been the most beautiful of all. It was easy to understand why Cardan would choose her. Gorgeous but lethal—the exact sort of woman he would pursue. First Nicasia, now Jude. It was just as easy to see that you did not fit into the picture. 

“You ran in the middle of the night,” Jude said. You looked over your shoulder. Her brows were pinched together as she scrutinized you. 

“Have you come here to chastise me for leaving without a goodbye?”

She shook her head. “I have come because you were invited to breakfast.”

It was hard not to laugh. Was that why she came all the way to mountains to find you? Because you didn’t come to breakfast? It was so ridiculous. Of all the reasons to seek you out, it was the silliest of them all. Your heart ached all the same, though. No one came because you were a friend. No one came because you were missed. Would Cardan have even known you were gone if he hadn’t extended the invitation the very evening you fled? 

“If I have offended the King, then I extend my apologies.”

Jude lifted her chin. “Tell him yourself.”

Your jaw clenched and unclenched. No. You would not go to him. You would not drag yourself back to that palace and let yourself be reminded why you had to go. You refused to break your heart all over again. “I have no desire to return to Faerie.”

“You don’t have to.”

Cardan stood in your bedroom. It was different than your one in Faerie. The one there had been full of extravagant things—the finest things he could gift you. It was full of gold and pearl and opal, glittering as if it all needed to be housed in a vault. But this bedroom, it had been stitched together out of nothing. Threadbare blankets, smooshed pillows, books that looked like they would fall apart with one wrong look. Cardan listened to your conversation as your voice floated down the hall. Would you really choose all of this over being with him? Was he truly so terrible?

The floor creaked under his feet as he stepped out and walked down the hall. Cardan could only see the back of your head, but you still looked just as beautiful as he remembered. His fingers twitched at his side as he fought the urge to run up behind you, take you in his arms, and whisk you away to Faerie. When had you taken so much control over him? When had he given it to you so willingly? When had you decided you didn’t want it anymore? 

“I believe I am owed an apology?”

You turned slowly on your heel. Your eyes narrowed, but Cardan did not miss the flash of surprise. Your tongue swiped over your teeth. Would it be wrong to take that tongue in his mouth? Did it matter if it was? “I apologize.”

“My, that was heartfelt.”

Your eyes fell to the tail that swished around Cardan’s legs. It was still unfamiliar for him to have it out, still hard to control it from revealing his base emotions. He tried to will it to stop, but it continued to wave around as his excitement of seeing you bubbled in his chest. “Would you prefer I fall to my knees and weep for your forgiveness? Kiss your feet until you are pleased?”

“Oh, there are few things that would please me more than you on your knees for me, but I would prefer to not have an audience for that.”

Your gaze flitted from Cardan to Jude, who was inspecting your collection of kitchen knives. Were you debating sending her away? He would enjoy that. He would like to get on his own knees and remind you why he cared for you so. He misliked the distance you were putting between him. Maybe if he begged prettily enough, you would forgive him for whatever cruel thing he did that sent you running. 

“What are you doing here?”

“I don’t appreciate learning that you fled in the middle of the night after inviting you to breakfast. Is my company so awful that you would rather leave your home than spend a moment with me?”

A scoff escaped your lips. “I didn’t expect you to care.”

Cardan stared. Didn’t care…? He was so sure he had been clear with his intentions. He sent you gifts—he sent you a ring! The ring…Cardan reached over to his littlest finger and slipped it off. Ignoring your noise of protest, he closed the distance, grabbed your hand, and slipped the ring back on the finger it belonged. His heart slowed to a normal beat.

“Why would I give you this ring if I didn’t care?”

You stared at the ring. “You have gifted me many things.”

Jude stepped toward you. Your head snapped over to look at her, as if you had forgotten she was there. She tapped on the glittering gem on the ring’s center. “Allow me—Cardan is not good at professions of love, it seems. I told him of how humans would gift a ring as a promise of love. He wished to do that for you. Usually, there are confessions of how one wants to stay with their partner for all of their lives, but it seems he forgot that part.”

Cardan’s face burned as you looked back to him. “Is that true?” you asked. 

“Do I need to get on my knees for you to believe it?” He ignored Jude’s remark that that, too, was part of the human tradition.

You straightened your spine. “I will not be a lover to the king.”

Of course you wouldn’t be. You deserved more than that. Cardan was willing to offer you more than that. All you had to do was give him the word. Without a thought, Cardan sank to his knees, captured your hands in his. “Then be my Queen.”

Your breath hitched. 

“Come back to Faerie and rule by my side. Allow me to love you as I have tried for all these years. I missed you.” He lifted one of your hands to lips, then the other. “I begged Jude to help me find you and bring you home. I begged her to help me come here. Please, don’t let it all be for not.”

All you could manage was a single nod, and that was enough. 

PART THREE

the shelf life of those fantasies have expired ✧ cardan greenbriar

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pairing: cardan greenbriar x fae!fem!reader

request: Cardan angst fic? 👀 - anon

summary: the goddess of timing once found them beguiling. she said she was trying. was she lying? his ribs get the feeling she did.

word count: 1,977

warnings?: angst city™, no happy ending, dual povs, mutual pining, miscommunication, not proofread

PART TWO | PART THREE

When she stood at his side, looked so…natural at his side, it was easy to find you comparing yourself to Jude Duarte. No one understood why Cardan made her his seneschal, not when they had seemed bitter enemies before the Blood Crown was perched atop his head. You didn’t understand, either. The most Cardan had confined in you was that Jude helped him get the crown. Everything else remained a mystery. You would pass gossiping fae, those who sought insight behind the High King’s actions, and not have a single clue what to say. You wished you could lie, if just to be able to say anything but cryptic excuses for why Cardan stopped confiding in you. 

Once, you thought you might be the one standing at his side. Not as High Queen, of course—no one had ever dreamed that Cardan would sit on the throne. But he had been one of the few you would dare to call a friend. Before the crown was perched atop his head, you would’ve said he called you the same. Perhaps not in front of his other friends, or anyone else for that matter, but you used to be certain you meant something to him.

You weren’t sure why you were still here. The longer you stayed, the more your heart clenched in your chest. If you remained for just a moment longer, it would give out on you. From the corner of your eye, you could see Jude bend down to whisper something to Cardan. You didn’t feel in control of your hand as it snatched a goblet of wine. It was heavy in your hand, but it managed to ground you. To give you a reason to not collapse where you stood. 

How had things changed so quickly? Just months ago, Cardan was sitting on your blanket during lessons, trying to see how many twigs he could stick in your hair before you would tell him to stop. You always tried to see how long it would take before he got bored of it. When did you become the one he grew bored of? 

“Dance with me.”

You lifted the goblet up, your head tilting back, finishing your wine in a single go. You set it down on a table and stalked away. Cardan followed after you. You spared a glance at the throne, where Jude still stood. Exasperation was clear on her face. Whether it was directed at you or Cardan, you couldn’t say for certain. You knew enough of her skill with a sword, though, to stay away from her bad side. 

“I am tired,” you said. 

Cardan’s hand caught your wrist. Jaw clenching and unclenching, you were forced to remain at the ridiculous party. You should’ve stopped coming to them months ago, but these events were the only opportunity to catch a glimpse at your friend-turned-king. 

“One dance,” he insisted. 

“I would prefer to leave.”

His hand slipped to your wrist. Fingers intertwined. When you tried to pull away again, his grip tightened. Your eyes lifted to meet his. If you shut them, you could imagine all of your dreams were coming true. “I would prefer you in my arms.”

“You’re drunk.”

Cardan’s grip slackened enough for you to wrench your hand free again. “Would you deny your king?”

The nonanswer was answer enough. Fae cannot lie. Cardan cannot deny his inebriation. He cannot deny that the one reason he would talk to you now was because his senses were dulled. Cardan Greenbriar does not consider you a friend any longer, so why would he ever seek you out sober? You wished you were drunk, too. It would hurt less. 

“Would my king force my hand?”

His tongue darted out, wetting his lips. The same lips a laugh fell from. You took a step back. He stepped toward you. “One dance,” he repeated. 

By now, an audience had formed. You cared little for fae gossip, but if you tried to leave now, it would be impossible to escape those who wanted to know why you would deny the king. You held your hand out and let him take it. You ignored the way your heart stuttered as his thumb ran over your knuckles. 

“One dance.”

The smile Cardan flashed you was enough to make your knees weak. For that, at least, you were grateful to lean against him as you danced. It was easy, then, to lose yourself to the music, to pretend that things were how they used to me. When Cardan was your friend, when you told each other everything. If you lost yourself enough, you could imagine a crown perched atop your head. Jude could still stand at Cardan’s side. She was a damned good seneschal. But you would be the one sitting on his other side. 

Cardan spun you around the floor, a smile on his face. You pretended it was because he was happy to have you in his arms. “I only ever see you at these parties,” he said. 

“To be a king is to have a busy life,” you said. 

“I would make time for you.”

He would, but he hasn’t. Was he waiting for an invitation? Cardan never used to before. There were countless times you would awake to find him waiting for you at the foot of your bed. He never liked having to wait for you to ask for his attention. There was a time he freely gave it. Had the Blood Crown changed who he was? Did it force him to realize he could do better than you? 

The song faded into another, and you slipped out of Cardan’s arms. His hands still chased after you, but you artfully dodged them. A lump formed in your throat that you were quick to swallow. Months ago, you would have dreamed about a moment like this. Now, it felt like Cardan was using as a placeholder. As a symbol for someone he would prefer to dance but would never give him the time of day. 

You looked at the throne again. Jude watched Cardan. Her face was unreadable. It was no secret that fae looked down upon humans. You never fancied yourself that sort of person. Certainly not when it came to Jude Duarte. It took a special sort of person, fae or not, to capture the interest of a prince. If there was anyone who deserved it, it was her. If she was the one that Cardan wanted at his side, you would not stand in the way. 

“It was nice to see you again,” you said, because you knew you would not see him after tonight.

“Have breakfast with me tomorrow. I’ll have the cooks make your favorites.”

You could not tell a lie, so you only offered a smile. “Sleep well, Cardan.”

Before he could say anything more, say anything that might delude you into staying, you turned and left. Not a single person stopped you along the way. Not a single one cared whether you stayed or left—least of all the one person you wished to beg for you. 

By the time the sun rose again, you had left Elfhame.

Cardan Greenbriar drummed his fingers against the wood table. He had invited you to breakfast, hadn’t he? Wracking his still wine-addled brain, he tried to recall the conversation with you. Yes, he certainly said breakfast. Or had it been lunch? Cardan spared a glance out the window. The sun was nearly at its peak. Had he asked you to breakfast or lunch? Had he asked you anything at all? 

At the sound of footsteps entering the room, Cardan jumped to his feet. When it turned out to only be Jude, he flopped back into his seat. He propped his elbow on the table, pressed his cheek into his fist. 

“I didn’t realize my presence was so disappointing,” Jude said. Her eyes swept across the table, at the two place settings and the untouched food. The one thing that had moved was Cardan’s goblet, which had been refilled minutes earlier. “She didn’t come.”

Cardan gestured at the empty seat across from him. 

“Are you certain you asked her?” 

He nodded.

“And she said yes?”

Cardan began to say an exasperated yes, that he wasn’t an idiot, but as he replayed the events from the night before, he wasn’t so sure. “I asked her to breakfast,” he said, because he was certain of that. Jude arched a brow. “…and she told me to sleep well.”

Jude ran a hand over her face. “I knew you were hopeless, but I didn’t imagine you were a lost cause. Really, how did you manage to be with anyone?”

“I was a prince. They just fell into my lap.”

“Sometimes I wish you weren’t fae, because then I could believe that was a lie,” Jude said. She looked over at the empty seat. The seat that should have been filled by you. “I’m going to send the Ghost to see where she is. Perhaps she was too drunk last night to remember you invited her, or maybe her days are mixed up.”

Cardan frowned at the untouched food. “Maybe she realized she could do better than me.”

Jude reached for his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. Cardan lifted his cheek from his fist and pressed it against her hand. If he shut his eyes, he could pretend it was you offering him comfort. “Whatever her reason, we’ll bring her here. We’ll figure things out.”

“I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose her,” Cardan admitted. 

“We won’t let it come to that. I won’t let it come to that.”

An hour later, the Ghost returned. The words still echoed in his head. She’s gone. She’s gone. She’s gone. He had gone to your home and found it empty. Everything important to you had been packed and taken away. The Ghost lied to him, of course. Well, perhaps it wasn’t a lie, since the Ghost didn’t know its importance. But you left one thing behind. 

Cardan stood in your bedroom, staring at your vanity. It had been cleared of your favorite jewelry and other pretty things you adorned yourself with. It was empty, except for the ring that lay on its marble top.

Jude once told him, when he admitted your feelings for you, about how some humans would gift their beloved a ring as promise of their love. One ring as a promise of monogamy, another as a promise of marriage, and a final ring as a promise of eternal love. Cardan had taken great care in selecting a ring for you, bearing in mind your affinity toward certain metals and specific cuts of stone. He thought it was perfect. When he presented it to you, after he had been crowned High King, he told you he picked it especially for you. You smiled and slipped it on your finger, said it was perfect.

If it was so perfect, why did you leave it behind to collect dust? 

Cardan picked up the ring. A part of him wanted to fling it across the room. If you were rejecting his love, then that was the least the ring deserved. He wanted the stone to shatter and the metal to warp. He wanted to reduce it to dust. He offered you his love, and you left it, and him, behind. But Cardan couldn’t find it in him to throw you away. 

He slipped the ring onto his littlest finger. He was going to find you. He was going to find you, and drag you back to Elfhame and put that ring back on your finger where it belonged. You might have left him behind, but he wouldn’t let you stay away. 

By the time the sun set, he had given orders to bring you home. 

PART TWO | PART THREE

Folk of Air Masterlist

Cardan Greenbriar

The shelf life of those fantasies have expired - Starryevermore

Three parts (Part 2 & Part 3)

Angst

Smut

Fae!Reader

Fem!Reader

Jude Duarte

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Schoolboy Crush

Summary: Kim really wants to confess, but he's to nervous to approach you. Hopefully, Ronnie [Ron] can play wingwoman and help out her best friend Pairings: Male! Kim Possible x Fem! Reader Tw: N/a Taglist: N/a [I kept Kim's name the same cause I like it better than Konner]

Kim watched you from where the cheer squad was. You were at the top of the bleachers doing what looked like homework. He would probably do the same if he wasn't forced to get ready for the game. Everyone knew these games lasted hours and some people wouldn't get home until late, making it hard to get any homework done.

He looked around for his friend, Ronnie. Kim's eyes were brought to a large plate of nachos and eye-straining blonde hair. Kim walked over, before calling the girl's name.

"Ronnie!"

Ronnie looks around, trying to see who was calling her before seeing her best friend Kim. She walks over and leans over the balustrade [looked that up] while trying not to spill her nachos. "Oh, hey Kim. What's up?"

"You see that girl over there?" Kim points where you are, writing in a notebook.

"Oh, Y/n? Yeah, I think we have history together."

"Great! Go talk to her."

"What?" Ronnie looked at Kim, confused. "Why?"

Kim clasps his hands together, "Please?"

Ronnie's eyes widen in realization, before pointing at Kim. "Oh my god, you have a crush on Y/n-"

Kim quickly jumps up, quickly putting his hands over Ronnie's mouth, "Not so loud! Do you want the whole school to hear you?"

"Sorry. Wow," Ronnie looks back over at you, "Who would have thought..." She looks back at Kim, "So what am I supposed to say?"

"I don't know. Anything! Talk about history- Just talk to her."

"Fine, but you owe me."

Ronnie walks over to you, eating some of her nachos to cool her nerves. She couldn't believe she was playing wingman for her best friend. God, she better not screw this up.

You feel a presence near you and looked up to see Ronnie, surprising you. You had never spoken to the girl before, so you wondered what she could possibly want.

"Um, hi?" She awkwardly waves and you look at her confused.

"Hi."

There was a few seconds of awkwardness, before Ronnie points to the seat next to you. "That seat taken?"

"Uh, no. Go ahead." You scoot over, making room for her.

"I'm Ro-"

"I know. We're in History together."

"Right. I didn't know if you knew," Ronnie lets out a forced chuckle, "my name. Uh, whatcha working on?"

"An essay that's due for English. I want to get it done before the weekend."

"Essay? We have an essay due?"

"Uh, no- I'm in AP."

"Oh!" Ronnie's eyes lit up. "Uh- I think Kim has that class, too."

"Yeah, we sit near each other."

"So, uh, what's your opinion on Kim?"

You look a little bewildered at her question. "He's uh... fine, I guess?"

"Fine, that's it?"

"I mean, he's not like other guys, I guess."

"Oh, yeah. For sure, for sure," Ronnie takes a big bite of her nachos, causing you to cringe internally. She chews a bit before turning towards the game, "He's one of a kind, right? I mean, he's cheer captain. Plus, his mom's a neurosurgeon and his dad is a rocket scientist."

"Yeah, I heard about that. Must be a lot of pressure to uphold."

"Yeah, but he manages. Plus, he's kind of cute too, right?"

"Uh, yeah I guess he is kind of cute- Wait, does Kim have a crush on me?"

Ronnie's face errupts in red, and nearly drops her nachos. She puts them down and quickly shakes her hands, "No! No, no, no! Haha! Where would you get an idea like that??"

"Well," You rub the back of your neck, "You know, if he does you should tell him that I think he's kind of cute."

"Well, uh I would- If he did like you, which he doesn't- Because I would never- haha, share my best friends secret like that. But if he did like you-" In the middle of his rant, someone interrupts, thankfully saving him.

"Ronnie, there you are! I've been looking everywhere for you." Kim looks over at you, fauxing surprise, " You're Y/n right. I don't think we've met, I'm Kim."

"Pleasure," You grab his hand, shaking it, causing him to smile.

It may not have been what Kim wanted, but it was something. He was so glad he heard Ronnie or his chances would have been ruined. He's just have to find a way to ask you out on his own.

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Magnus Bane x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2107 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Magnus taking a special interest in you, Clary’s human best friend who resembles a lover Magnus had centuries ago

Just a concept I was tossing around. Let me know what you think and If I should work on a mini-series based on this

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shadowhunter boys as boyfriends

GENDER NEUTRAL READER | I didn't put the TLH kids (Matthew, James, etc) because the series isn't over yet and as of right now, they're still, for the most part, on the older teenager side. I'll do a Shadowhunter Girls version soon because I need Jessamine and Emma content

Including the Herondales, Lightwoods, Magnus Bane, Jem Carstairs, The Blackthorns, and Kieran.

Herondale

William Herondale is a protective boyfriend, as well as a loudmouth. He thinks he's the best because he's got you. Probably compares you to the other significant others of his friends, in the sense that you're better than everyone else. "Please, you put so-and-so's outfit to SHAME last night" "Oh, so-and-so couldn't kill a sprite if they tried, you've singlehandedly taken down shax" "will, the shax put me in the hospital..." "who the hell took it down, then?" "that was you, dear" "oh, aha, yes that's right. Well, don't feel too bad about it, love". Please just shut him UP

Jace Herondale is the kind of boyfriend who acts like he's totally independent and doesn't need to spend all his time with you, when, in reality, he feels miserable when you aren't around. "Y/n would love this shirt." Alec would tell him to buy it for you. Jace would scoff. "How corny." Alec would say 'Fine, then don't get it.' Jace would keep talking about it until Alec purchased the shirt himself, forcing Jace to gift it to you. Of course, Jace acts like a cool guy about it. "It just reminded me of you, that's all..."

Lightwood

Gideon Lightwood is the childhood bestfriend to lover. You're the one he confides in about everything. He didn't even realize he'd fallen in love with you until your family was on the verge of marrying you off. Gideon would probably stay quiet, letting you go on with the arranged marriage, until everyone around him finally explained how awful that actually is, and you're probably in love with him, too. Once Jem pointed this out, Gideon practically jumped out the window to get to you. Luckily, Jem was right.

Gabriel Lightwood is the childhood enemy to lover. You're the one he hates, and vehemently swore to never be friends with. Well one summer, your family left for a vacation in Idris. You returned for the Autumnal Equinox, all tan and gorgeous, and Gabriel realized you're actually really hot. It all goes down hill from there. He would definitely have been drawn in by your looks at first--but he DOES fall in love with you for real.

Alec Lightwood would never tell you he likes you ever. He'd rather die than confess his crush. You weren't exactly his best friend, but you were more than an acquaintance. Good luck trying to drop hints that you like him, too, because he's too salty and emo to realize that you'd ever like him back.

Carstairs

Jem Carstairs........how can I possibly explain my love for this man? Jem is a perfect gentleman. Probably coerced into marrying you by Charlotte, for his sake of health and safety of status. She truly wants what's best for Jem. And you're a good match for him!!! In this case, arranged marriage but you two fall in love.

Bane

Oh, to be the lover of Magnus Bane. You probably met him in the most absurd of ways, like a crazy meet cute in a rom com. He spoils you, buys you gifts to win your affection; doesn't accept it when you tell him no more gifts. He just wants love. You two probably elope and forget to tell people until a month or so after it's happened. Maybe even a year later. "By the way, we're having a one year anniversary party and you're invited, Tessa."

"???? What?"

"Oh, haha, yeah, we got married one year ago! So we would like, like, a Kuerig or something."

Kieran Kingson

Kieran just straight up asks you to be his mate one day. It's a strange moment. it's the middle of breakfast, you're exhausted, and Julian won't stop bitching about the iPod you supposedly stole and then lost, when really you just borrowed it and broke it during patrol. Kieran comes in, sits down; he says his good mornings to the family. Then, "Oh, by the way Y/n. I'd like you to come out with me for dinner tonight."

The clatter of the morning stops as everyone pauses and waits to hear your response. He'd apologize in private but extend the invitation a second time. He wouldn't have an issue saying he's attracted to you and even has a crush. He's nice about it, and not at all awkward. You, however, are very awkward.

Blackthorn

Mark Blackthorn adores you. He approaches you in private. He's super dramatic about it, too. You thought he was going to tell you someone was dying. But no, he just thinks you are, in his words, "glowing with beauty". Okay dude. Just kiss me already. You would be the couple that's always making out or going at it. He cannot keep his hands off you.

Julian Blackthorn is the opposite. While he adores you just as much, he's calm and doesn't feel the need to go full throttle into marriage, like his brother would be. Julian wants to have one normal experience in his life. He wants to have a movie worthy relationship, with stolen kisses and first dates and awkward hand holding. He feels so comfortable with you.