#how to catch a demigod

[fawn-eyed-girl]

How to Catch a Demigod: A BokuAka Story for Fandom Pride 2025 Ch. 2, now live on Ao3!

Hello everyone! I'm so pleased to share the next chapter of my newest BokuAka story, "How to Catch a Demigod," for this year's Fandom Pride Parade, hosted by the wonderful mods at @magicalmonthlyprompts!

The themes for this chapter correspond with Day 5: Nature, Determination, Green.

In this chapter, Demigod Akaashi Keiji is impervious to the courting attempts of a human. That is, until he hears the human's music, the human's call.

Will Keiji answer?

Please enjoy! ✨

[cosmotellurias]

oh my little baby, sweetheart, that's not it 😭

they are so innocent I'm crying,

how did you even begin to break the news to these kids that they will spend their whole short life being hunted by real monsters, existing as pawns for whatever chess game the divine beings were playing, and most likely die in brutal violence before even experiencing prom

[menna-mouse]

[eolande]

I MISS GODWYN AGAIN (thought about Wedding Day) godddd i'd love to commission art of them someday so badly...

[sleepy-little-stars]

andy speaks: 2nd lads demigod/pjo au n its ... sylus! child of aphrodite!reader/mc once again cuz im a sucker for opposites attract ☹️ u can check out child of ares!caleb here !! next on the list is child of poseidon!rafayel that im excited for !! bcuz !! aaa percabeth !!

child of hades!sylus who’s always watching you. be it from the shadows or through that crow of his, he is always watching. you should be creeped out, but strangely enough, you find that it makes your heart race. he looks at you like you’re the very person who hung the stars in the sky.

child of hades!sylus who snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you to his chest when someone flirts with you. he'll lean down, whispering into your ear, “is this thing bothering you, sweetie?”

the person stammers before walking away, tripping over their feet. “next time, let me know when these idiots bother you again.” sylus brushes his lips over your pulse point, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. “i��ll handle them.”

child of hades!sylus who is so infatuated with you that he lets you get away with almost anything. he walks around camp with a bright pink bracelet you made for him, contrasting greatly with his dark clothes. he lets you paint his nails as he nods off, head supported by his free hand, catching up on the sleep he misses at night.

but one thing he doesn’t let you do is leave for a quest with only a peck as goodbye. no, no. he’ll drag you back with one hand, the other gripping your cheeks. “is that how we say bye now?” he won’t let you walk away without at least sucking your soul out (pun intended), leaving your lips red and swollen.

child of hades!sylus who sneaks into your room at night. you’d already be lying in bed, ready to head off to dreamland, when you notice something—someone—emerging from the shadows of your room.

child of hades!sylus who doesn’t sleep well without you. after stepping foot in your room, he’ll lay down, hugging you to his chest and burying his nose in your hair. every night spent in your warmth is the best sleep of his life.

child of hades!sylus who craves physical contact. somehow, he’s always touching you—hand around your waist, palm on the small of your back, head resting on your shoulder, lips on your temple, wrist, neck, cheek, everywhere.

child of hades!sylus who neglects himself when something bad happens to you. he doesn’t sleep, he doesn’t eat. and when he finally finds you? he holds you tightly, afraid you’ll disappear once more if he dares to loosen his grip.

“if you ever disappear again,” his voice shakes, terror laced in his words, “i’ll drag you back from the underworld myself.”

child of hades!sylus who would burn the world for you. hell, he’d even carve out his own heart if you asked him to. you're his greatest love, yet also his greatest weakness.

[impossiblesuitcase]

I know Rick has decided that Percy will be perpetually 17, but I do love thinking about how old Percy would be right now according to his birth year--1993. He and Annabeth are in their thirties now, they've both graduated from university. Annabeth is the biggest name on the architecture scene and Percy has found a career in something he excels at and loves (perhaps marine biology, but in my personal headcanon, being a social worker for kids from bad situations). They still catch up with Grover and their many demigod friends often and enjoy the relative peace and quiet with all the prophecies falling onto the next generation of demigods.

They've got a little apartment with their wedding photos on the walls and weapons ready on the sideboard just in case any monster foolishly dares to attack the greatest demigods of all time. They volunteer at Camp Half Blood throughout the year as mentors and trainers, and Annabeth is helping to design an extension to make the camp a city for demigods like New Rome. Young demigods revere them as even more amazing than their own godly parents, but Mr. D always complains that the two are still just as rowdy and mischievous as they were when they were kids. Maybe they have already have a kiddo themselves or plans to have one soon.

Guys, they are living their happily ever after right now. It makes me so happy.

[ninisdollie]

brighter days - park sunghoon 𓈒ིུ ❤︎ ˖ ݁

✧˚⋆ ˖ ࣪ . Demigods series

Synopsis: Park Sunghoon, the forbidden son of Zeus, is admired and respected by everyone at halfblood camp, but he prefers to keep to himself and avoid the crowds. With his reserved and somewhat grumpy attitude, his peace is constantly interrupted by your relentless energy, the daughter of Apollo. Outgoing, cheerful, and full of life, you never miss an opportunity to approach Sunghoon, who knows you have a crush on him. However, his temper and desire to maintain his distance lead him to reject you time and time again. Despite his attempts to avoid you, Sunghoon begins to notice that, behind your spark and laughter, there is more than just a girl chasing him. As he struggles to maintain his wall of coldness, you, with your boundless light, are determined to break it, proving that even the coldest heart can be touched by the warmth of the sun.

Content: +18MDNI fem!reader x sunghoon, pjo au! zeus' son! sunghoon x apollos daughter! reader, grumpy x sunshine plot, smut, kind of enemies to lovers but not really, virgin! reader, fluffy ending, explicit sex.

hate comments will be deleted and blocked, like and reblogs are appreciated !!

The clang of metal echoed across the training arena, rhythmic and sharp, slicing through the warm afternoon air like thunder before a storm. Camp Half-Blood buzzed with life in the distance, shouts from capture the flag, laughter near the strawberry fields, but here, near the sparring dummies, stood Park Sunghoon.

Broad shoulders tense, dark brows furrowed, and golden light catching on the sweat along his jawline, he looked like he was carved from Olympus itself. Each movement was flawless. Precise, deadly. He swung his celestial silver sword with a controlled rage that made the ground beneath him feel electric.

You watched him from behind the archery pavilion, propping your chin on your hand as you ignored the bow resting in your lap. The way he moved, like the storm he carried in his veins, untouchable, unbothered, beautiful, had your heart doing all sorts of embarrassing things.

“He’s gonna catch you staring again,” Taki, your brother muttered, nudging you.

“I hope he does,” you grinned, unashamed. “Maybe this time he’ll finally realize it’s love.”

Everyone at camp knew you had a thing for the forbidden son of Zeus. How could you not? Sunghoon wasn’t just a demigod—he was the demigod. Taken in at five after monsters nearly tore him apart outside the safety of camp borders. Trained harder than anyone, rose higher than any other camper. And at eighteen, while most of you were still sneaking out for midnight snacks, he was off saving Olympus on a solo quest that made the gods themselves tremble, some swore Ares himself had a battle with him and turned out coming out wounded. Because he was that strong, that fierce, that powerful. Others said his power was actually a curse, because he could never leave camp for more than a few hours, every monster, every enemy was after him, they wanted the most dangerous Demigod dead. And even with that, Sunghoon walked around so relaxed, so confident, it was like he wasn’t scared of anything in the world, and you admired him so much because of that.

He was just a dream.

And you? You were the complete opposite. Apollo’s favorite daughter, according to literally everyone. You could shoot an arrow through the wings of a fly at fifty feet, compose a haiku in ten seconds flat. You had tons of friends from all cabins, and some swore the sunshine followed you wherever you moved, or even better, that you were the sunshine. Always happy, always smiling, always talking to much and laughing with your whole chest. You trained a lot, you really did, after all you were like every other demigod, you wished for glory and power too, but still, you had enough energy to flirt shamelessly with Sunghoon in front of the entire camp. A girl can have hobbies, right?

He’d rejected you so many times, you’d lost count. He scowled, rolled his eyes, muttered things under his breath and turned on his heel before you could finish half a sentence. He was never super mean to you though, he just wasn’t like that, and you knew he found you extremely annoying, but he never really said it, because you knew he was good, he had a good heart beneath that cold facade.

Still, you chased him. Not just because he was handsome (though gods, was he. With his dark hair and his perfect skin and his thick eyebrows and that damn mole you so wanted to kiss), but because every time you looked into his stormy eyes, you swore you saw something flicker. Like lightning trying to break free from thunderclouds.

So yeah, maybe everyone thought you were wasting your time.

But you were the sun. And even the coldest storms couldn’t outrun the morning light forever.

Your eyes trailed down the line of his arm as he twisted to strike again, the muscles beneath his skin rippling with each perfect swing. It was like watching war poetry in motion. And okay, maybe you should’ve been practicing too, but what was a daughter of Apollo if not a shameless admirer of beauty?

You sighed dramatically. “He’s just so—”

“Grumpy?” your sibling offered, not even looking up from their quiver. “Emotionally unavailable? Terrified of human connection?”

“Hot,” you finished with a dreamy smile.

He snorted. “Tragic.”

But then, just as you were mid-swoon, Sunghoon paused. Not dramatically, not like a movie, just the smallest hitch in movement. His shoulders stiffened, his grip faltered. And then, ever so slightly, he turned his head.

Your heart stopped.

For a split second, your eyes met.

Oh, gods.

His gaze was unreadable, intense, stormy, laced with the kind of quiet warning that made your skin prick. You blinked, heart stammering. His eyes dropped to your bow, then flicked back up to your face like he was mentally calculating how much time you’d spent staring instead of training.

Then—

He rolled his eyes, annoyed.

You squeaked. Like actually squeaked. Heat flooded your face as you slapped a hand over your mouth.

“Oh my gods,” you hissed under your breath. “He saw me. I looked like a total stalker.”

“You are a stalker,” Taki whispered with a grin.

You buried your face in your hands, groaning into your palms. “Why does he have to be so pretty when he’s annoyed?! That’s so unfair.”

When you dared peek through your fingers, Sunghoon had already turned away. Back to training. Back to pretending you didn’t exist.

But you saw it.

The tiniest twitch of his mouth.

A smirk.

And just like that, your day was made.

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Sunghoon hated a lot of things.

He hated sunny days, because it was so hot and sweaty that he could barely stand being in his own skin. He hated dumb people. He hated loud music, because his ears were sensitive even if he was literally born from the god of lighting. He hated the camp t-shirt, because he also hated the color orange. He hated Ares children, because they were violent for literally no reason. He hated wars, hated problems, hated people hungry for power. Like every other demigod, like every other god. Like his own father.

Zeus.

The name sat like acid in his mouth. The god of gods. King of Olympus. The one whose power shook the skies. The one who should have been proud of him.

But he never was.

People at Camp Half-Blood whispered about Sunghoon like he was some kind of legend. The forbidden son. The lightning in human form. The boy who went on a solo quest at eighteen and returned with scars no one asked about. Everyone wanted to be around him, everyone respected and admired him, everyone looked at him as if he was the best warrior to ever exist, and probably he was, to the eyes of everybody.

But they didn’t know. They had no idea what that quest really was.

They thought it was glory, honor. A chance to prove himself.

But it wasn’t. It was a setup. A battlefield dressed up as a trial. Monsters he could handle—he’d been fighting them since he was five. But gods?

Even he couldn’t see that betrayal coming.

It was Zeus himself who tried to strike him down.

Not Cronus. Not some ancient titan rising from the depths.

His own father.

Because Sunghoon was too powerful, because thunder cracked when he screamed, because storms listened to him when he was angry, because the sky shook when he bled. Because he was born with a power not even himself could be able to control fully.

And gods didn’t like things they couldn’t control.

So Zeus tried to erase him. Sent him to die alone and made sure it looked like a test of strength. A rite of passage.

Sunghoon survived. Barely. He clinged onto life with blood and nails and teeth, and he ended up returning as a hero.

But something in him had died out there. Something soft. Something warm. The most painful and deadly betrayal he’d ever faced, permanent wounds that weren’t just physical, and the constant, eternal feeling of failure. For everyone else, he was a hero, but for himself, he was just the son that had a father who not only hadn't care about him his whole life, but also hated him. And that, that’s what truly killed every last drop of warm light inside of him.

Now all that was left was discipline, blade, and silence. He spent his days training, getting better, until his body physically couldn’t take it anymore, until the constant thoughts in his head went away. He enjoyed it, he really did. He liked his quiet life, and for most of the times, he could ignore he was the child of the storm.

Well, mostly. Because his quiet life was constantly interrupted by you.

Gods, you.

Y/N.

The golden girl. Apollo’s favorite. Laughter in human form. You were everything he didn’t understand, everything he didn’t trust.

Too bright. Too curious. Too persistent.

You talked too much. You asked too many questions. You walked around under the sunlight, bathing you like a second skin, you trained with a permanent smile in your lips, you joked around, you sang your favorite songs with your whole chest, you played the lyre with delicate fingers, you laughed too loud, you were shameless and energetic and annoying and…

And you smiled at him like he hadn’t been hardened by betrayal. Like you could fix him.

But you couldn’t. No one could.

Still…

Still, his eyes found your earlier today when you thought he wasn’t looking. Bow in hand, sunlight catching the highlights in your hair, that little furrow in your brow when you concentrated—

You were good. Insanely good. Your arrows moved like light itself, precise, fast, radiant.

You belonged to the sun. To music. To warmth. Everyone adored you, everyone liked you.

He had no business watching you the way he did.

But sometimes, he did anyway.

Until you opened your mouth.

Then it was over.

Because every word that came out of you was so… you. Bubbly, relentless, stubbornly optimistic. And he just didn’t know what to do with that kind of joy. Didn’t trust it. Didn’t understand how someone could be so untouched by the same kind of rot that lived inside him. How a daughter of a god could be like this, he even maybe felt envious.

So he rolled his eyes. He walked away. He told himself over and over that he couldn’t stand you.

But he still looked.

And that terrified him more than anything.

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The first time you confessed to Sunghoon, you were ten.

It was a warm summer afternoon, and you were sweaty, grass-stained, hair messy and tangled, and absolutely, irrationally determined. Sunghoon, twelve years old and already taller than every other kid in the arena, was off by himself near the creek, sharpening a blade that was nearly the size of his torso. His face was serious. Focused. A tiny storm cloud in the body of a boy.

You marched up with a flower crown in your hand, one that you made with help from the Aprhodite girls, chest puffed out, heart thumping like a war drum.

“Hey!” you’d chirped, practically vibrating with excitement.

He glanced up, brows twitching just enough to show he was already tired of this conversation.

“What?” his tone was cold, too cold, but you still melted.

“I like you.” you just said, biting your lip, squirming in your heels.

There was a beat of silence. A frog croaked in the creek. Somewhere, a Hermes kid screamed about a beehive.

Sunghoon stared at you.

“...Okay?”

You beamed. Smiling widely, you handed him the flower crown, but he didn’t take it, just stared at it, for a few seconds, then your face, expression still very serious.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

He blinked. Twice.

“No.”

You dropped your shoulders, your heart breaking just a little bit. But you weren’t done, he would be yours.

“Is it because I talk too much? I can shut up. Watch—” you slapped your hands over your mouth and made muffled noises of restraint.

He sighed, tired.

“It’s because i’m twelve.”

You lowered your hands, frowning. Then smiled again, the sunshine falling on your face.

“So you’re saying there’s a chance when you’re not twelve?”

Sunghoon stared at you like you were speaking Ancient Greek backwards. Then, without another word, he got up and walked away.

“Wait!” you’d called after him. “You forgot the flower crown!”

He didn’t look back.

But that night, when you snuck out to leave a daisy crown on his cabin doorstep, you swore you saw someone peek through the window.

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The sun was at its peak, golden rays filtering through the trees, spreading warm light over Camp Half-Blood, it was a beautiful summer day. Sweat gleamed on your temple as you wiped your brow with the back of your hand, your hair braided falling over one of your shoulders, bow in your grip and a mischievous grin tugging at your lips.

Archery practice had officially ended fifteen minutes ago—but you were still there, refusing to leave until you landed the shot.

A single red apple rested delicately atop the training dummy’s helmet, mocking you like it wanted to be destroyed.

You squinted, lining up your shot. You were getting into that headspace again, where everything melted away and it was just you, your bow, and the sun humming beneath your skin like a second heartbeat.

Then you heard it.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

Boots on gravel.

Your heartbeat tripped. You didn’t have to look, You’d memorized that sound ages ago.

Sunghoon.

You could feel his presence before you saw him, like a crackle of static in the air, like the world holding its breath. Like a grey cloud covered the ray of sunshine. You glanced over your shoulder, trying to keep your expression casual, but your pulse was skipping like a pebble across water.

There he was.

Stormcloud incarnate.

He was walking past the range, jaw clenched, shirt sticking to his back from training, a sword strapped across his back. His hair a little messy, a little wet from the sweat, he cleaned a few drops falling from his forehead, clearly annoyed by the heated day. And gods, did he look incredibly good in the sunlight. Like something carved from marble, kissed by thunderstorms and arrogance.

You knew you had no business liking someone like him.

But you did.

And you were nothing if not bold.

“Hey, Zeus-boy!” you called, loud enough for half the camp to hear.

He stopped mid-step, like he was contemplating whether to respond or keep walking and pretend he didn’t hear you. But after a heartbeat, he turned, his expression already dipped in exhaustion.

You beamed at him.

“I bet I can shoot that apple blindfolded.”

His eyes flicked to the dummy. Then to your bow. Then to your very cocky stance. Sughoon sighed, deeply, and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“You’ll miss,” he said flatly.

You tilted your head, smirking, confident.

“What’s the matter? Scared I might bruise that ego of yours?”

His eyes flicked, his posture straightened, his face completely serious, not a clue of even a little smile.

“Scared?” he scoffed. “More like dreading the noise you’ll make if you actually hit it.”

Your heart fluttered. Not that you’d ever admit that.

“So what you’re saying is… you don’t believe in me.”

“I believe you’ll shoot the dummy in the face.”

You suppressed a laugh, he was always like this, trying to underestimate you. Cocky boy.

“Harsh. But fair.” You grinned, already reaching into your quiver. “How about this—we make it interesting.”

His eyes narrowed.

“Define ‘interesting.’”

You looked at the sky, pretending to think, finger against your chin, and he breathed deep again, leg bouncing like he was losing his patience. Then, you smiled again, snapping your fingers.

“If I hit the apple, you admit I’m better than you at something. Just one thing. Anything. I don’t care if it’s archery or baking or making people laugh—your choice.”

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow.

“And if you miss?”

“I won’t talk to you for an entire week.”

He blinked. A few seconds passed, and your heart was still racing in your chest, he was thinking, of course, he would be happy of you leaving him alone for a few days, you weren’t that dumb to not know.

“…That’s the best offer I’ve heard all day.”

You smiled.

“Oh, so now you want me to miss.” You raised an eyebrow, your grin sharp. “But I won’t.”

He exhaled through his nose, looking up like he was praying for divine patience. Then, arms crossed over his chest, he said

“Fine. Hit the apple, sunshine. Impress me.”

Your heart leapt. Not because of the bet. Not even because you loved a challenge. But because he stayed. And he called you sunshine, even if it was obvious sarcasm, you still liked it.

You pulled the blindfold from your bag and slipped it over your eyes. The world went dark, but your body remembered everything: the position of the apple, the direction of the breeze, the way the sun pulsed on your skin like it was trying to guide you. You prayed to your father mentally, please, please dad, don’t let me miss this shot i promise you i will make you proud for the rest of my life…

You drew your arrow.

Breathed in deep.

Held, your bringes brushed the arch with a familiar force, you knew the movement, the position, the feeling by heart. It was running through your blood.

Released.

Crack.

A perfect, clean split. The apple burst apart in two pieces, toppling off the dummy’s helmet.

Someone nearby gasped. Someone else clapped. You tugged off the blindfold, a bright, victorious smile already on your lips.

You turned to Sunghoon.

He was staring. Not at the apple. At you.

His eyes were unreadable, but there was something in them. Not shock. Not irritation. Something softer. Like confusion wrapped in awe.

Just for a second.

And then—his face closed off. Same serious face as before.

“Lucky shot,” he said gruffly, turning away.

You blinked. Your smile faltered just a little.

“That wasn’t luck,” you said, trying to keep your voice light.

“You always think it’s skill until you miss,” he muttered.

You opened your mouth to respond, when someone bumped into your shoulder from behind, jostling your arm. The arrow in your hand slipped from your fingers and whipped through the air.

Thunk.

Right into the toe of Sunghoon’s boot.

Silence. A breeze rolled through the range. Your heart stopped beating in your chest, your whole face red with embarrasment, you begged to Hades to take you to the underworld in that exact moment. Of course you had to ruin it.

Sunghoon looked down slowly.

You froze, hands halfway raised like you could rewind time with enough desperation. Then he spoke, voice calm, low as always.

“…Are you trying to kill me?”

You widened your eyes, shaking your head.

“No! I—I swear that wasn’t my fault! I was bumped and—and—oh my gods, are you bleeding?!”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? Because if I hit a toe vein or something I can totally fix it—”

“There’s no such thing as a toe vein.”

You moved closer before he could stop you, already kneeling to inspect the damage. He stepped back instinctively, and you almost fell on your face into the dirt.

“Y/N—”

“Hold still! Let me—oh. Okay. Yeah. That’s gonna bruise. You probably shouldn’t walk. Do you want me to carry you?”

He stared at you like you’d just asked him to marry you. You couldn’t even lift him anyway, he was much taller than you.

“I will ban you from this entire camp,” he said, voice tight.

You stood, brushing off your knees.

“Well, now you’re just being dramatic.”

He yanked the arrow from his boot and tossed it to the dirt with a low growl. Annoyed, a bit angry too, his brows frowned as he talked between his teeth.

“You’re lucky I don’t—”

“I’m always lucky,” you chirped. “It’s part of my charm.”

He shook his head, muttering something under his breath as he stalked away without another word.

You stood there, heart pounding in your chest.

He’d looked at you.

Just for a moment, he looked like he saw you.

You glanced down at the arrow in the dirt. Picked it up gently. Held it in your palm like it meant something.

Then you turned and walked the opposite direction, still smiling.

Even if he didn’t admit it, even if he rolled his eyes and glared and walked away like you were the most annoying thing on Earth…

You saw the flicker.

And gods help you, you were going to make it burn.

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The locker room was empty, save for the steady drip of water echoing from the showers. Sunghoon sat on the bench near the back, shirt discarded, cleaning the scrape on his shoulder with practiced, irritated hands. The skin was already bruising, a light, angry red smeared with dirt and blood from where the arrow had nicked him.

Stupid.

He wasn’t even supposed to be near the archery range today. He had just finished a brutal solo sparring session and wandered there for some damn reason, and that reason was currently embedded in his skin.

He hissed as the antiseptic hit raw flesh.

Your voice echoed in his mind.

He could still see the way you looked at him, wide-eyed, half-laughing, half-panicked, your hand fluttering uselessly near your mouth like you could wave the accident away. And then you’d giggled. Like it was funny.

He clenched his jaw.

It wasn’t funny. It wasn’t cute. And it definitely wasn’t supposed to make his chest feel weird the way it did.

He threw the bloody cloth into the sink harder than necessary.

Why were you always there? Why did your voice carry across the training fields like it was trying to find him? Why did the other campers look at you like the sun walked when you did?

And why did he notice every damn time you smiled?

He didn’t even like you. Not really. You were loud, you talked too much, you stood too close. You said his name like it tasted sweet on your tongue, and he hated that he noticed the difference.

You were Apollo’s favorite. Everything about you was golden, your laugh, your smile, your damn aura.

Sunshine, he thought bitterly. All light and no sense of self-preservation. Not even sense of danger, it was like you went through life without realizing how dangerous it is for a demigod.

And yet… you could shoot with terrifying precision. You ran faster than half the Hermes cabin. You took hits without flinching. He’d watched you. Too many times.

More than he should have.

Pathetic, he told himself.

This wound wasn’t even that deep, and it didn’t hurt a lot either. He was used to the pain, to the blood, to the stings, his own father tried to kill him years ago.

He wasn’t mad about the arrow. Not really.

He was mad that the second he looked at you, just a glance, just one tiny slip, you’d smiled like it meant something. And worse, something in him had tightened. Not in fear, not in anger. But something softer.

He scrubbed at the wound harder, hissing through his teeth, his jaw hurting from how hard he was clenching it.

She’s a distraction.

Just like Zeus always said. “Distractions will ruin you. You were made to be more than human. So act like it.”

Sunghoon gritted his teeth. Wrapped the bandage tight. Stood up and grabbed his shirt again.

He didn’t need distractions. He didn’t need softness.

He needed distance. From you, from everyone.

But even as he walked out of the locker room, storm brewing in his chest, the faint echo of your laugh trailed behind him, sweet and sunny, like the warmth he swore he didn’t want.

And for a second—just one traitorous second—he wondered what it would be like to let it reach him.

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The woods were quiet. Too quiet.

Birdsong had gone silent, wind stilled in the leaves. You and Sunghoon walked with an unspoken tension between you, your steps crunching over twigs and leaves as dusk swallowed the sky. You weren’t supposed to be out this far. But when Sunghoon snuck off with that stormy look in his eye, of course you followed.

Chiron had sent him to a little small quest just to check around camp, to see if there was any suspicious monster activity. And of course he’d say yes, always being so brave even though he knew the danger that would be waiting for him if he got outside for even 10 minutes.

You had just finished a small session of lyre practice, and your siblings wanted a few hours to rest, so you didn’t have much to do either, that’s why you went with him, even if he clearly was not very happy about that.

He didn’t even look back when he caught you trailing him. Just muttered, “You’re not supposed to be here.”

You grinned, softly.

“Neither are you.”

He rolled his eyes and kept walking.

It was almost funny, how predictable this little dance had become through the years. He brooded, you brightened. He snapped, you teased. He ran, you followed. It was like a little fun dynamic, one that you enjoyed, you liked his company even if he kept frowning his eyebrows and rolling his eyes and ignoring you. A little bit delusional, but you didn’t care.

But for some reason, tonight felt different. There was something electric in the air, like the sky was holding its breath.

You kept walking through the woods, the only sound being of your steps, your boots covered in mud, your arch clenched tight to your side. You weren’t scared, you had fought monsters before in small quests, but still, when the air turned colder, every hair in your body jumped, something was wrong.

And then it struck.

A blur of darkness. The smell of sulfur. The low, throaty growl of something ancient. You barely had time to register the hellhound before it lunged at Sunghoon from the trees. You widened your eyes, grabbing your arch, a small scream leaving your throat.

He moved fast, faster than anyone you’d ever seen. Blade drawn, lightning crackling at his knuckles. His first strike hit, but the second didn’t land. The beast was faster. Stronger. And it wanted him.

It slammed him into the ground with a sickening crack.

“Sunghoon!” you shouted, without thinking. And then you ran. Faster than you’d ever did before.

You were by his side in seconds, he was bleeding, his side torn open, breathing shallow. His sword lay feet away, knocked from his hand. The monster towered over him, muscles rippling, eyes glowing. It was ready to kill.

You didn’t hesitate.

Your arrow flew true, straight into its neck. It reeled back with a howl, giving you just enough time to get between it and Sunghoon. Bow discarded, you drew your dagger, heart pounding so hard it hurt. But you weren’t scared of the monster, you were scared of losing him.

“Get away from him,” you growled.

You fought like you were born to do it. Fast. Sharp. Precise. You moved around the monster with unrelenting speed, slashing, ducking, dodging, not stopping even when its claws grazed your arm. A gasp left your mouth, and you saw the blood starting to run, your delicate arm almost destroyed.

“You dirty ugly thing! That fucking hurt!” You screamed at it, and it responded with a loud growl that made the trees around you shake.

But you didn’t flinch, you passed your blade to your other arm and slammed it right into its face. Rage, because of the wound, because that thing was brave enough to touch him. And while you were alive, nobody had the right to hurt the man that you loved.

Sunghoon watched from the ground, stunned, more by you than the fight.

Because you weren’t just good.

You were exceptional.

And gods, you were furious. You didn’t stop until the hellhound collapsed, snarling, non-stopping, your hair sticking to your face as you moved around and fought with all your force.

One last strike before it dissolved into dust at your feet.

Your chest was heaving, your arm bleeding. But you were alive. The world felt a little hazy, your skin stang too much, the pain almost numbing.

But you didn’t care.

You turned to him immediately, dropping to your knees. “Sunghoon, are you okay? Are you—?”

He shoved your hand away as you reached for his wound. And you freezed, trying to smile like it was ok.

“I didn’t need your help.”

You blinked, breath catching.

“What?”

“I had it handled.”

“No, you didn’t.” You gestured to the ground. “You were on your back, unarmed—”

“I had it,” he snapped, voice sharp and cold. “I didn’t ask you to jump in.”

You couldn’t believe it. He was always annoyed by you, a lot. But this was another level, you just saved his life, you just killed a monster for him, you just showed him how much you cared.

And he still didn’t see it. Or refused to see it.

“I wasn’t going to let it kill you,” you said, louder now, trying to keep the shake out of your voice. “Gods, what is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with you?” he snapped back. “You think because you shoot sunshine out of your damn fingertips you can just insert yourself into everything? I’m not some project you get to fix. I don’t need your stupid golden glow or your pity or—” he paused, eyes narrowing, “whatever this crush is you think you’ve got going.”

You stared at him, and suddenly the pain from your arm wasn’t that bad, because something in your chest was heavier. Your shoulders dropped.

He said it so easily. Like it meant nothing.

“I wasn’t saving you because I have a crush,” you said, voice tight. “I saved you because I care. Because I didn’t want to see you die. Is that really so horrible?”

He didn’t answer. He just stood, slowly, painfully, pressing a hand to his side.

And then, in a voice like thunder under pressure:

“Just stay the fuck away from me. I mean it, once and for all.”

You flinched, actually flinched. His words sliced deeper than any monster’s claws. And for the first time… you didn’t push back.

You didn’t joke. You didn’t smile. Because suddenly reality hit you like a train, he really didn’t like you, not ever, not after all this years, not after proving yourself for him.

You just stood there, eyes wide and shining in the dying light, and whispered, “Okay.”

And then you turned.

And walked.

And didn’t look back.

Sunghoon stood there in the wreckage—blood on his side, dirt on his face, and something breaking deep in his chest. He watched the sun disappear with you.

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The lake shimmered under the afternoon sun, water glittering like it was mocking you. Like it knew.

You sat on the edge of the dock, feet dangling just above the surface, heels knocking softly against the worn wood. Around you, Camp Half-Blood was alive with summer noise, laughter echoing from the climbing wall, the thud of swords from the arena, the occasional burst of campfire song drifting on the breeze.

But you felt like you were somewhere else entirely. Somewhere quiet, somewhere hollow.

Your fingers twisted a daisy you’d picked, tearing it apart petal by petal.

“He loves me,” you mumbled, letting the petal float away on the water.

“He loves me not.”

Another petal.

“He loves me.”

Pause. Your throat tightened.

“He loves me not.”

You crushed the last petal between your fingers.

Why does it still hurt?

You hadn’t spoken to him in days. Not since the hellhound. Not since he bled on the forest floor and looked you in the eyes like you were the problem. Not since he told you to stay the fuck away like you hadn’t just saved his life.

And gods, you had. You did save him.

But he didn’t want saving.

Especially not from you.

And it wasn’t the rejection that stung, not really. You knew Sunghoon was all sharp edges and storm clouds, and you never expected softness from him. But what hurt was the way he acted like he didn’t want to be seen. Like your kindness was some kind of threat. Like he didn’t think he deserved to be helped, let alone loved.

You had your hand on his chest, pressing his wound, your fingers trembling and slick with his blood, and all he could say was  I didn’t ask for this.”

You had laughed it off to everyone else. Joked like it didn’t matter. But now, alone with only the breeze and the lapping water to witness you—

“I don’t like him anymore,” you whispered, voice soft, uncertain.

Then louder.

“I don’t. I don’t like him. Not anymore.”

You swallowed hard and clenched your fists. “He doesn’t deserve it anyway. He’s mean. He’s impossible. He’s—he’s cold and rude and he hates when I talk and he probably hates when I breathe and—”

Your voice cracked.

And suddenly it was too much.

Your shoulders hunched forward, and the tears you’d been holding back for days slipped past your lashes, warm and silent. You pressed the heels of your palms to your eyes like that would stop them. Like you could push the ache back in. Like you could pretend you weren’t breaking.

But you were.

Not because he rejected you. You were used to that, he had rejected you many times before, since the first time you confessed. But because for a second—just a second—you really thought he saw you.

All of you.

Your spark, your fire, your light. Your strength, that you were actually more than just a girl with a stupid, embarrassing crush.

And you thought maybe he didn’t hate it.

Maybe he even… liked it.

But he didn’t.

He hated it.

He hated you.

More tears fell, faster now, wetting your cheeks, dripping onto your knees. You hugged them to your chest and buried your face in your arms.

“I don’t like him,” you whispered again, broken this time. “I don’t. I don’t.”

But the lie didn’t hold. Not anymore.

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The sun had set hours ago, but the clouds still hovered low, thick and heavy in the dark sky like they were waiting for a reason to break open.

Sunghoon sat on the slanted roof of the Hermes cabin, legs stretched out, back leaning against the chimney. The air was cool, cooler than usual, but he didn’t feel it. Not because he was used to the cold. But because he was too wrapped up in the tight pull in his chest and the lingering sting of words he couldn’t unsay.

You weren’t looking at him anymore.

Not in training. Not at meals. Not even in passing. You just trained, talked to your friends, then stayed inside your cabin all day.

The absence of your gaze, it should’ve been a victory.

It wasn’t.

His jaw tightened as he glanced down at the campgrounds. Everything looked… normal. Someone from Hephaestus cabin was still tending to the garden torches. The Aprhodite kids were still braiding each others hair under the dim light of the sunset. Apollo’s kids—your siblings—were singing around the fire like they always did.

And you weren’t there.

He hadn’t seen your laugh in five days. He hadn’t heard your humming while walking past him, or seen your stupid bright smile you always wore when you were about to say something too fast, too loud, too you.

You were quiet now.

And all because of him.

“Good,” he muttered, dragging a hand through his hair. “That’s good. She’s finally listening.”

He should feel at peace. This was good, this is what he’d been wanting for years, just distance from you.

He didn’t.

Instead, he felt this… gnawing weight in his chest. Like guilt, but heavier. Like regret, but sharper. And under it all, fear.

The same fear that always haunted him.

Because this wasn’t just about you.

It never was.

It was about who he was. What he was. The son of Zeus.

The mistake.

The threat.

People called him a hero, a legend, a symbol. He was the boy who stopped Olympus from burning. The one who survived a solo quest against a Titan army. The one who stood under a blackened sky at eighteen and thought—for one second—he had done something worthy.

Until the sky turned against him.

Until he saw that lightning bolt twist in the clouds, not towards the enemy, but towards him.

He still remembered the sound it made. The sharp crack. The way the earth split just inches from where he stood. The voice that followed, low and cruel, echoing in the wind.

“You were never meant to live this long.”

He’d stood in the wreckage, skin burned, blood on his lips, and realized—

His father had sent the bolt.

His father wanted him gone.

Because he was too strong. Too unpredictable. Too much like a god.

Too dangerous.

Sunghoon blinked hard and looked up at the clouds. There was no thunder tonight, no sign of his father. Just the heavy stillness of a world that hadn’t changed. The world he so much hated, the world that he didn’t belong.

No one knew. Not the other campers. Not the counselors. Not even Chiron.

Sunghoon carried it alone.

And now? He’d hurt you.

You didn’t deserve that. You didn’t deserve to get dragged into his chaos. You were light, warmth, all the things he wasn’t, and being near you felt like standing in the sun after years in the dark. And before, when you saved him from the monster without hesitation, without thinking about you first, just about him, just about his life. He couldn’t believe how you were that selfless, that warm-hearted.

But that was the problem.

Because eventually, even the sun burns.

And he was tired of fire.

So he said things he didn’t mean, he pushed you away like you were the threat. Like you were the one who might ruin him, not the other way around.

He told himself it was safer this way. You couldn’t get too close if he kept building the wall. You couldn’t look at him with those soft, hopeful eyes. Couldn’t touch his arm like you wanted to stay. Couldn’t see the cracks in him if he never let you close enough to look.

But now?

You were gone.

And he hated how much he noticed.

How quiet the world felt without your voice, even if he used to love his quiet life. How training didn’t feel like an escape anymore. How his victories felt hollow. How every time he shut his eyes, your beautiful face was there, angry, hurt, distant.

He pressed his palms against his eyes, breathing out slow and heavy.

“I’m not him,” he whispered, barely audible.

But he didn’t believe it.

Not when he saw the way your shoulders trembled as she walked away. Not when he remembered the look in your pretty eyes, like he’d destroyed something you didn’t even know you were handing him.

I’m not him. I’m not my father.

But every time he pushed someone away… every time he chose silence over kindness… every time he used his power to isolate instead of protect—

He saw Zeus in the mirror.

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The sky had been rentless for days.

Even without a prophecy, even without Chiron’s grim warnings, everyone felt it, that gut-wrenching tension in the air, like the gods themselves were holding their breath. The barrier at Camp Half-Blood had been flickering at the edges like a candle about to go out, and the atmosphere felt like it was pressing down on the campers’ chests. Tighter and tighter.

You had been quiet all day.

For once, not joking. Not smiling. Not chasing after a certain grumpy son of Zeus who hadn’t even looked in your direction since your last fight. Your body ached from training, but your heart ached more. And the silence in camp? It felt too heavy to carry alone.

You stood by the archery range, fingers gripping the polished wood of your bow, eyes scanning the shadows of the woods. Something was wrong, you could tell, but you didn’t quite put your finger on it.

The air felt different, heavy, like something really bad was about to happen. And the clouds were gray, the day so gloomy, about to rain.

You sighed before starting to walk towards your cabin, planning to stay in bed all day so you could avoid looking at Sunghoon.

But then—a snap.

A branch. Far too close. Far too intentional.

You turned just in time to see a ripple, like something slicing through the barrier. A tear. Then it broke. Ripped, as if by claws.

The air screamed. Your heart stopped in your chest, your eyes widened, your legs trembled.

A deafening roar shattered the silence, and then all at once, chaos descended.

Monsters. Not one. Dozens. Charging through the weakened barrier like hell had opened its gates. Hellhounds, cyclopes, dracaenas dark, massive, frothing creatures spilling into camp like floodwater.

The storm broke overhead.

And it poured.

It was all too fast, all too blurry, like a nightmare come to life.

Campers screamed and scattered, grabbing weapons, dragging younger demigods to shelter. Magic flared through the sky, flashes of green, blue, orange, but the monsters were relentless. They came in waves, more than anyone had ever seen inside the borders.

You didn’t hesitate.

You sprinted towards the east ridge, losing arrows as you ran. Your eyes scanned for anyone injured, for anyone alone, for your siblings, but it was too fast. A hellhound lunged towards you, and you flipped out of its path, spinning mid-air to shoot an arrow clean through its eye.

Thud. Down. Another behind it. Then another.

It didn’t stop. They were too many, and you were running out of arrows, out of breath, but you kept going.

The ground was soaked with mud and blood, and you could barely see through the curtain of rain. You ducked as a spear flew past your head, rolled, and landed hard on your side.

That’s when you saw it.

A chimera. Twice the size of the one in the old training books. Foaming, frothing, fire curling from its lion mouth and venom dripping from its serpent tail. The demigod killer.

Your breath caught, panick starting to rise, but you didn’t let it take you over.

It charged.

You fired once, twice, three times, all hitting, but barely slowing it down. Your chest was heaving, the blood in your veins running fast. It barreled through a group of campers, swiping one aside like a rag doll.

And then its eyes locked onto you.

“Oh, no,” you breathed.

You tried to run—slipped, the grass was soaked.

The tail struck first, slicing across your side, sending you skidding across the wet ground. Your bow flew from your hands. Blood rushed from your ribs. Pain bloomed white-hot in her chest. You shut your eyes, screaming, your hands shaking against the open wound.

But you stood.

Gritting your teeth, clutching your side, you reached for a dagger and faced the monster head-on.

“I’m not done yet,” you whispered, even as your knees buckled.

It lunged, and you raised your blade, ready to strike.

But then, BOOM.

A thunderclap exploded above you, followed by a bolt of lightning that struck mere feet from the chimera. The impact sent the beast reeling.

From above, slicing through the rain like a blade, he came.

Sunghoon.

Drenched, furious, glowing with power. His sword flashed silver in the stormlight, and his eyes burned with a rage that seemed to come straight from the sky. He didn’t yell. He didn’t need to.

He moved.

His blade danced in arcs, calculated, violent, beautiful. The chimera snapped its jaws, tail lashing, but Sunghoon dodged every strike with impossible grace. He struck again, slicing across its shoulder, then spun, slamming his boot into its head and sending it crashing to the ground.

But it rose again, roaring fire toward him.

He raised his hand, and lightning answered.

It struck the chimera square in the chest, setting its fur ablaze. It screamed once, then dropped, twitching in the mud. Dead.

Silence followed. Deafening. Campers stared from the tree line, breathless.

Sunghoon stood over the corpse like a war god, untouched but seething. He proved once again why he was the strongest warrior to ever exist.

And then you spoke, voice weak because of the pain, from both your wounds and your broken heart.

“Of course,” you groaned from where she was still on the ground, soaked, bloodied. “Here comes Zeus Jr.”

His head snapped toward you. Eyes narrowing, that same damn expression you once loved but you were starting to get tired of.

“You’re bleeding,” he said.

“No kidding,” you muttered, struggling to sit up.

He took a step closer.

“You should’ve stayed back.”

“I was back,” you shot, dragging yourself upright with the help of a tree. “It found me. I didn’t ask for a knight in electro-shining armor.”

Sunghoon clenched his jaw, sword still on his hand.

“I didn’t do it for you.”

“Sure.”

The rain poured harder.

“Stop trying to be a hero,” you said, bitterly. For the first time talking to him in this tone “You’re not the only one who can fight.”

“I know,” he snapped.

You scoffed, but there was no fun in your face.

“Then why do you act like I’m weak?”

“I don’t.”

“Yes, you do!”

“Because you don’t belong in the middle of this!” he shouted suddenly, and you flinched, blinking. “Because if you get hurt, it’s not just about you anymore, it’s—fuck.”

He turned away, fists clenched, rain soaking his clothes, his dark hair, his beautiful face.

Your expression shifted.

“Then what is it about, Sunghoon?” you asked, stepping closer despite the blood dripping down your arm. “Why do you keep pushing me away like I’m the enemy? Why do you act like I’m something to be afraid of?”

He didn’t answer. And you were furious.

“Why do you think you’re not allowed to be loved?”

Crack. Thunder rolled like a growl, and you flinched again, the sky reflecting Sunghoon’s expression.

He turned, eyes blazing.

“Because I’m a monster too!” he shouted, voice breaking. “Because I was born cursed. Because my father—the king of the gods—tried to kill me. Because every time I care about someone, the gods take it away. Because I saved Olympus and he still looked at me like I was wrong!”

You froze. Lightning split the sky behind him. A knot built in your throat, you couldn’t speak. This confession, it finally made sense to you. Why he was like that, why he pushed people away, why he was so focused only in training. And you realized too, Sunghoon wasn’t just brave because he was Zeus’ son, he was because he had no choice. Because deep down, where nobody saw him, he was actually really scared.

Of himself, of his lineage, of everything that his life meant.

You swallowed, opening your mouth but the words just didn’t come.

“I push you away because I don’t know how not to, Y/N,” he said, quieter now, throat tight. “Because I see everything I want in you, and I know I can’t have it.”

Silence. The rain softened just a little.

He couldn’t look at you, his gaze was on the ground, but you saw him. Not Park Sunghoon, the forbidden son, the strongest warrior, the child of the storm.

Just Sunghoon, the little boy you’d been in love with since you were ten, the little boy who had a cold wall around him, and he never let anyone in. The little boy who grew up alone, scared, and the little boy who’s own father tried to kill.

Then, softly, you said.

“You already have me,” you whispered.

And without thinking, you reached for him. You could barely walk, but you did anyways, fast, your heart pounding in your chest, but for the first time it wasn’t just because of a stupid crush, but for the immense affection you had for this man.

He flinched, but didn’t move.

And when your arms wrapped around him, something broke.

Not the sky.

Not the storm.

But him.

His sword dropped. His head fell to your shoulder. He grabbed you tight, as if he never wanted to let you go, or never wanted you to let him go.

And he let himself be held. For the first time ever.

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The storm had passed, but Camp Half-Blood still bore its scars.

The training fields were torn apart, trees splintered, the ground muddy and red. Campers moved in hushed voices, some bandaged, others limping, the weight of what had happened still lingering like a bruise beneath the skin.

No one died, thanks to the gods.

The golden glow of the Apollo cabin had always felt warm, comforting in a way that mirrored its occupants. Now, that same golden light bled through gauzy curtains and danced across your skin as you laid on your bed, propped up by a nest of pillows, half-wrapped in bandages. Your laughter, soft and airy, filled the space, a balm over the storm the camp had just endured.

Your siblings buzzed around you like hummingbirds, fussing over your hair, feeding you sweetened nectar, adjusting your blanket, whispering far too loudly about a certain brooding demigod who’d taken post at the far corner of the room.

“Is he still there?” Taki whispered, not quietly.

“He hasn’t blinked in twenty minutes,” another added, munching on a cracker.

“He literally dragged her out of a battlefield like some tragic hero in a war movie,” a third said dramatically, hand on heart.

You groaned, pressing the heel of your palm to your forehead. “You guys are so embarrassing.”

“And yet, you’re blushing,” your sister teased.

“I’m injured!”

“Yeah, but not blind. He’s still standing right there.”

And he was.

Park Sunghoon.

Leaning silently against the far wall, arms crossed, a bruise blooming on his jaw, dark hair damp from the rain that still drizzled outside. His shirt was torn at the shoulder, exposing a long scratch that was half-scabbed and half-healed. Despite every opportunity, he hadn’t left since you were brought in, just stood guard like he didn’t know how to do anything else.

You glanced at him from beneath your lashes, a teasing smile playing at your lips. That same feeling in your chest, in your heart, that you’d had for him. It never went away.

“What can I say?” you murmured to your siblings, dramatically pressing a hand to your heart. “I’m so lucky.”

Sunghoon’s eyes flicked toward you.

He rolled them, visibly, but there was the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth. A ghost of something softer. Maybe amusement. Maybe relief.

But he still owed you a conversation.

“Okay, out,” you said, waving your siblings away. “Shoo. Give a girl some space to die tragically in peace.”

One by one, your siblings peeled away with dramatic groans and cheeky winks, until the cabin settled into a golden silence, filled only by the hum of cicadas outside and the steady beat of your heart.

He looked at you again, serious, as always, but there was something different in his eyes this time, something warm.

Sunghoon hesitated before walking over. His steps were quiet. Measured.

You shifted as he sat carefully on the edge of your bed, hands resting on his knees, posture rigid like he was still braced for a battle that hadn’t come yet.

“You stayed,” you said softly, eyes flicking to his face.

“You got hurt,” he replied, his voice low.

“I didn’t need you to come.”

“I came anyway.”

That silenced you. For a moment.

Your fingers picked at a loose thread on her blanket.

“You haven’t said anything since.”

“I didn’t know what to say.”

“Well, you could start with I’m glad you’re not dead,” you joked half-heartedly.

He didn’t smile. But his jaw worked, like the words were stuck somewhere between his throat and his chest.

“I am glad,” he said, quieter this time.

You blinked.

Something inside you, tight and aching, twisted. You thought about his words from before, how he crashed out as if he’d been carrying with the heavy weight of what happened for years, how he’d been suffering alone.

“…Sunghoon?”

He didn’t look at you.

Instead, he exhaled deeply, and then… he started speaking. Slowly. Like he was trying to figure out how to make himself real for the first time in years.

“When I was five, the monsters wouldn’t stop. My mom said it was like I had a target painted on me. They were relentless.” His voice was flat. Detached. “She brought me here to keep me alive. Dropped me off and i never saw her again.”

You didn’t move. You barely breathed. You just let him talk, a bulge starting to built inside your chest.

“When I turned eighteen, the gods sent me on a solo quest. Olympus was on the verge of war. I stopped it. Somehow.” He swallowed. “They called me a hero. Said I saved everything. But…”

He looked at you then.

And you saw it.

The storm that lived inside his eyes.

“…My father was there. Zeus. He watched. He… waited. And then he tried to kill me.”

Sunghoon’s voice shook for the first time. “He said I was too powerful. That I could become a threat. Said it would be easier to eliminate the possibility.”

Your eyes filled with tears. “Oh, gods…”

“No one knows.” He shook his head. “Not Chiron. Not the other gods. I never told anyone. What would it matter? I lived. That should be enough.”

“It’s not,” you whispered fiercely. “It’s not enough.”

He looked away again.

“After that, I stopped trying to feel. I train. I fight. I do what they ask. Because if even my own father thinks I’m dangerous… maybe he’s right. Maybe if I let my guard down for a second, I’ll turn into him.”

You reached forward, your hand trembling, and touched his fingers.

He let you hold them, not flinching, not avoiding you like all of these years, just letting himself be real with you, letting you give him of some of your warm.

“Sunghoon… you’re nothing like him.”

His eyes met yours. His voice cracked. “Then why do I hurt people?”

“You don’t mean to.”

“I hurt you.”

You smiled through your tears, a shaky laugh bubbling from your lips.

“Yeah. Well. I kinda deserved it. I’ve been annoying you since I was ten.”

His mouth twitched again. This time, for real. You saw him smile for the first time, and it was the most beautiful sight ever. Your heart fluttered inside of you.

“You haven’t changed.”

“And you’re still grumpy.”

You stared at each other for a long moment.

Then Sunghoon reached out, fingers brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch lingered on your cheek, thumb catching a falling tear. Your skin jumped, his hand was cold, too cold, but it felt good, sweet, gentle and you leaned to his touch, his eyes sparkling.

“Don’t cry,” he murmured, voice almost pleading.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“Shut up.” You sniffled. “You just trauma-dumped on me, i have feelings.”

He laughed quietly. A little broken. A little healed. But it was the most gorgeous sound ever, you wanted it imprinted in your mind forever. You realized that, maybe you were in love fully of this man, nothing he’d do would ever make you hate him.

Not after he told you his deepest secret, not after he saved your life, not after he opened with you.

You looked at him again, in silence, and his gaze never left yours. It wasn’t a cold look anymore, it was warm and bright, like the first rays of sunlight after a storm. The kind of warmth you’d always believed lived somewhere inside him, hidden beneath layers of scars and silence. And now, it was there. Open. Soft. Yours.

The breath caught in your throat. Every moment that had led to this—every time you’d chased after him with a smile, every time he pushed you away with gritted teeth—suddenly made sense. It was all leading here. To this quiet, breathless second.

Then he leaned in.

And kissed you.

It wasn’t rushed, or greedy, or anything like the heat that had been simmering between you for so long. It was slow—almost reverent. Like he was tasting sunlight for the first time. Like he was terrified it might burn him, but he wanted it anyway. His lips were soft but certain, moving against yours with a quiet desperation he’d never let himself show. One hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing against your skin as if grounding himself in the reality of you.

You melted into him, hands sliding up his chest, fingertips trembling. A soft noise escaped your throat, half a gasp, half a sob, and he responded with a deeper kiss, pulling you closer like he couldn’t get enough.

The room was quiet except for the soft sound of your breaths, quick and shallow, his heavier, more labored. Your bodies were still pressed close together, but everything had changed.

Sunghoon was hovering over you, eyes dark and searching. The way his fingers brushed across your skin was reverent, like he was afraid of breaking something if he moved too quickly. And yet, the way you smiled at him, your hands drifting over his chest, made him feel like everything about this was exactly what he needed.

You were still catching your breath, lips tingling, heart stammering in your chest. You searched his face, his storm-dark eyes, the way his jaw flexed like he was trying to hold back everything he felt. But you could see it now. He wasn’t hiding anymore.

You leaned in again, brushing your lips against his in a softer kiss this time, almost shy despite everything. And he chased it. His hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, anchoring you as his mouth moved with more intent. A low sound escaped from deep in his throat, and you felt it everywhere, your spine, your stomach, the tips of your fingers.

He pressed you gently back onto the bed, following you down, lips never leaving yours. Your hands found the edge of his shirt, fisting the fabric as you tugged him closer. There was no more hesitation now, only want, only need, and the comfort of finally being seen.

When you parted for air, you were breathless, cheeks flushed. “Sunghoon…”

And when you shifted, pulling him just a little closer, he froze.

“You’re still hurt,” he rasped, pulling back slightly, his hand flattening over your bandaged side.

“So are you,” you replied.

“That’s not the same.”

“I’m fine.”

“You almost died.”

“And you didn’t leave.”

His jaw tensed. You reached up and pressed your fingers to his cheek, drawing his attention back to you.

“I want this,” you said quietly, honestly. “I want you. Not just the hero. Not the demigod. Just you.”

His walls nearly went up again. You saw it, the flinch in his eyes, the way his shoulders stiffened like he was about to retreat. But then, slowly, he exhaled. Let himself be seen. Let your words settle into the softest part of him.

“…Stay still,” he murmured.

You blinked. “What?”

“I’m gonna kiss you again.”

Your heart stuttered. “Then what was—?”

He kissed you before you could finish. Gentle. Deeper. Slow like the sky opening after a long storm. His hands found your waist, easing you back into the pillows, careful of your wounds, but not afraid to touch touch now. You opened beneath him, heat sparking low in your belly, breath hitching as your bodies aligned, as your hands dragged across the slope of his shoulders, his back, his chest.

He kissed your collarbone, then lower, taking his time. Every touch, every kiss felt like a promise, not just of desire, but of something more. Something real. His fingertips grazed the hem of your shirt, and he paused again, looking up at you with something deeper than just want.

“Are you sure?”

You just nodded, biting your lip, your heart pounding with so much force.

“I’ve been waiting for this. I…I saved myself, for you.”

It took him a full second to register your words.

Then another to believe them.

And when they did, they hit like a tidal wave. His hands tightened in the sheets, his breath stalling in his throat as he stared down at you with something between awe and desperation.

“You…” he rasped, swallowing hard. “You can’t say shit like that to me.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m barely holding on here,” he growled, dragging a hand down his face. “Because if you keep saying things like that, I’m going to stop pretending I can control myself around you.”

You shifted beneath him, fingers sliding into the hair at the back of his neck.

“Then don’t.”

That undid him.

With a strained sound, he kissed you again, deeper this time. Like he was drowning in you. Like everything he’d kept buried for years had broken through the surface and surged forward with no intention of retreating. His body pressed closer, mouth warm and hungry on yours, the air between you thick with heat and emotion.

The air between you grew hotter, heavier. He groaned softly as your nails scratched lightly down his back, and you felt him shiver, his body flush against yours now, every hard line of him pressing into your softness. He lifted your shirt over your shoulders, carefully, his touch cold but gentle, and you whimpered when his hands trailed down your torso, slow, but needy. You were left in the lacy white fabric of your bra, and he looked at you like trying to memorise every inch, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"You're so beautiful" his voice came in a weak whisper, and you bit your lip, blushing.

His touch wandered more freely now, fingers tracing the delicate lace before gently sliding the strap off your shoulder. He kissed the skin he revealed, soft and slow, and you shivered. Sunghoon’s hands finally found their way beneath the lace, warm palms cupping your breasts with a reverence that made you gasp. His thumbs brushed your nipples and your back arched off the mattress instinctively, pressing yourself harder into him, into his touch, into the heat that coiled between your legs.

“Fuck,” he breathed, the word a low growl against your skin as he kissed down your throat, teeth grazing gently. “You’re driving me insane.”

You couldn’t help the breathless laugh that escaped you.

“Told you I was dangerous.”

“Yeah?” He lifted his head, eyes dark with desire and something deeper, something raw. “You’ve been playing with fire since the day I met you.”

“And look at you,” you whispered, dragging your nails lightly over the taut muscles of his abdomen. “Finally letting yourself burn.”

He groaned, then kissed you again, no hesitation, no restraint. His mouth was hungry on yours, his tongue sliding against yours with a desperation that made your toes curl. His hips rolled against yours and you felt him, hard, needy, pressing right where you ached most.

“Sunghoon,” you gasped, legs falling open to cradle his hips.

He gritted his teeth, one hand sliding down your stomach and unbuttoning your jeans with one swift motion. You felt like you were dreaming, you had been thinking about this moment for years, and it was finally happening. It wasn't just lust, it was something more, something that you felt inside of you, like you belonged to him.

You helped him shove the denim down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your underwear, flushed and breathless beneath him. His hand brushed over the damp heat between your thighs and his breath caught.

“You’re soaked,” he murmured, voice wrecked. “Is that all for me?”

You bit your lip, teasing even now.

“Guess I have a type. Grumpy, sword-wielding sons of Zeus.”

He looked at you with disbelief, but then he laughed. His laugh was low, strained, as he hooked a finger in the side of your underwear and pulled it down slowly, watching the way you squirmed beneath his gaze.

“Keep joking like that and I’m not going to last.”

You smirked, a little shy, a little wrecked.

“Then maybe stop teasing me and do something about it.”

That was all it took.

He slid two fingers into you without warning, and your head fell back with a choked moan. His movements were slow but deep, curling just right, hitting that spot that made your thighs tremble. Your pussy clenched around his digits as if it had been waiting for this moment too, soaked walls pushing him in, and he bit his lip watching his fingers glisten with your arousal, thrusting them, still gentle, but with skill, wet sounds starting to build.

“You feel like heaven,” he whispered against your throat, pressing kisses to your collarbone, then lower, until his lips wrapped around your nipple and you gasped, his body grinding against yours. “So fucking perfect.”

“More,” you gasped, hips moving against his hand. “Please, Sunghoon—need you.”

He sucked your nipple softly, soaking it with his saliva, and he twitched his wrist, his movements becoming faster, more purposeful. The wet sound of his fingers thrusting into you filled the air between your ragged breaths, you clung to him like a lifeline, the heat blooming under your skin, spreading like wildfire.

Your fingers tangled in his dark hair as he moved between worship and hunger, his lips dragging from your chest to your neck, teeth grazing sensitive skin. Then his thumb found your clit, slow, torturing circles that made you whine and rock your hips against him again, as he curled his fingers and brushed your g-spot.

Then, with shaky hands, you found the hem of his shirt, and slid it out of his body, throwing it on the floor. Your gaze trailed with sparkly eyes, he was a real life god, you were sure about that. His pale, glistening skin, the line of his abs, the muscles on his arms, and the perfect v-line in his hips, you moaned again, because it was the most beautiful sight ever. You took your time touching him, your warm, delicate fingers running through his torso. You felt his muscles flex beneath your touch, each slight tremor in his body feeding the dizzy heat growing inside you. He was still working his fingers inside you, coaxing out every soft gasp and whimper from your lips, but now he was shaking too, not from exertion, but from holding back.

"You really are the man of my dreams." A small smile painted on your lips, and he smirked softly, kissing you again.

He kissed you like he was learning every part of you, the pace, the sighs, the way your mouth moved against his. His tongue swept gently along your lower lip before slipping inside, claiming you all over again.

You whimpered into his mouth as his free hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing just under your eye with surprising tenderness.

“You feel like you were made for me,” he murmured against your lips. “Every inch of you.”

Your hands moved lower, tracing the lines of his torso, the sharp dip of his waist, until they reached the waistband of his pants. You hesitated for a heartbeat, eyes flicking up to his.

He nodded once, barely, but his gaze was molten, like he was begging.

You pushed them down slowly, revealing more of him, inch by inch, your fingers brushing over the firm muscle of his thighs. He was trembling now, barely holding himself back. His breath came rough and shaky, and he watched your every movement like it was the most sacred thing he’d ever witnessed. His length was hard and throbbing under his boxers, and you wasted no time in stroking him with your palm, slow, but still needy, your mouth watered, and he hissed between his teeth, hips bucking against your touch.

“You’re perfect,” you said, voice shaking. “So perfect it scares me.”

Sunghoon leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours, his body still pressed against yours like he couldn’t bear to pull away.

Everything about him, his scent, his skin, the sound of his voice murmuring your name against your throat, was imprinting into your senses. You never wanted to forget a single second.

And when he finally slid his fingers out of you, slow and slick, you gasped again, your walls fluttering around nothing, and he brought them to his lips, eyes locked with yours as he tasted you. A low groan slipped from his throat.

“You taste like fucking heaven.”

You blushed, overwhelmed, by the pleasure, by the lust, but also by his gaze, he looked even more ruined than you. You turned your face to hide your blush, but he caught your chin gently, guiding you to look back at him.

“Don’t,” he whispered, voice low and hoarse. “Don’t look away.”

His words settled deep in your chest, and you felt it, how everything in this moment had shifted. It wasn’t just lust. It wasn’t just longing. It was years of tension, of biting words and lingering stares, soft smiles and silent hopes, finally unraveling.

Then he straightened just a bit, knees against the mattress of your small bed, and he slid his boxers down, a gasp left your throat, and you squirmed at the sight. His cock was thick, hard, veins popping under the skin, red tip leaking, glistening, and not being cheesy, but it really was the most beautiful, not that you'd seen a lot, anyways. The thought made you chuckle, and you covered your face again, he looked at you with an eyebrow raised.

"Are you seriously laughing right now?" his tone was something between annoyed, horny and amused, and you laughed again, biting your lip.

"I'm sorry, i'm sorry! I was just thinking that you have a really beautiful dick"

He blinked, clearly not expecting that, and for a moment, his expression was priceless, caught between pride and disbelief. Then, slowly, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he leaned over you, arms braced on either side of your head. He grabbed your thigh, strong, but not violent, and wrapped it around his waist, spreading you just for him, and you felt it again, your needy, leaking pussy clenching around nothing. But not for so long, because he grabbed himself by the base, leaning against your entrance but not pulling in yet, just rubbing his tip against your soaked folds, and you whined, arching your back.

"Beautiful, huh?" he murmured, his voice low, teasing now, brushing his nose lightly against your cheek. "You’re unbelievable."

You gasped, cheeks flushed, your body burning with anticipation and need.

“Sunghoon…” you whispered, your voice shaking. “I’m yours.”

And the way he looked at you in that moment, like you were both his salvation and his undoing, told you that no matter what came next, he was already too far gone to turn back.

With that, he pushed into you slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside, and your breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut at the stretch, the burn, the overwhelming fullness.

You gasped when he filled you completely, the stretch stealing your breath, a rush of overwhelming sensation blooming deep in your core. He was so big, and your body trembled from the way he held you, so tightly, so completely, like he was afraid you'd disappear if he let go. And gods, he was warm, inside and out, melting away the ache that had lodged in your chest for years.

You blinked up at him, vision blurred with tears you hadn’t realized had welled in your eyes. Not from pain, no, not at all, but from everything. Every laugh you’d chased him down for, every time he’d brushed you off with that grumpy scowl, every moment you told yourself it didn’t matter that he didn’t want you… and now, here he was. Inside you. Holding you like you mattered. Looking at you like you were everything.

He groaned low and long, grabbing you by your hips with one hand and cupping your cheek with the other, kissing you, hot breath and spit and tongue, and you moaned against his lips when he thrusted just a little bit, holding himself back because he didn't want to hurt you, not anymore.

You gasped when he bottomed out, his hips flush with yours, his arms trembling from the effort of holding back.

“Breathe,” he whispered, brushing your hair from your face. His forehead pressed to yours. “Just feel me.”

You did. Gods, you felt everything.

The way he filled you, stretched you, moved with you. Every slow roll of his hips made your legs shake, made you cling tighter to him, every vein stimulating your sensitive walls, how he throbbed inside of you. You never imagined he could be this gentle, this attentive, like every part of him was focused solely on you, like you were the only thing anchoring him to the world.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, his voice rough but soft, one hand trailing down your side, soothing over your skin.

You shook your head quickly, biting your lip, blinking up at him with glassy eyes.

“No, just… full. So full.”

Sunghoon cursed under his breath, pulling out a fraction and thrusting back in. Your back arched and you whimpered, your thighs wrapping tighter around his waist. He was so deep, so thick inside of you, stretching you, the whole world around you disappeared, and the air was so hot, your heart pounding inside of your chest, your body full of pleasure.

“You’re so tight,” he murmured against your ear, voice filled with lust and affection “feels like you were made for me.”

The words hit you harder than they should’ve, and a helpless sound escaped your lips, somewhere between a sob and a moan. His rhythm faltered for a second.

“Are you crying?” he asked, panicked.

You laughed through the tears, arms still around him.

"This is like the climax of my crush ok, don't judge me."

Sunghoon groaned and kissed you again, this time deeper, tongue sweeping into your mouth and stealing your breath. His thrusts picked up speed, the heat between your bodies climbing, burning. He was fully fucking you now, still gentle, but needier, messier, his hips rolled into you with strength, making him go deep inside of you, and your walls swallowed his cock, wetness dripping between your legs until they soaked the sheets under you.

Your fingers slid through his hair, nails lightly raking across his scalp, and the way he groaned into your mouth made you moan in return. He was losing control, unraveling with you.

His thrusts deepened, and his hand found your clit, rubbing tight, perfect circles that sent you tumbling over the edge.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered against your lips, his movements growing more desperate, more erratic. “And I’m so fucking lucky you didn’t give up on me.”

“I never would,” you panted, your nails digging into his back as he fucked you deeper, harder. “I never could.”

He shifted, adjusting your hips, grabbing one of your thighs and pulling it over his shoulder, and suddenly he hit that spot—the one that made your eyes roll back, the one that made your legs tremble violently around him.

“There?” he asked, lips ghosting your throat.

“Yes,” you cried, breath hitching.

He kept his rhythm, each thrust precise and devastating. Your moans filled the room, blending with the sound of skin on skin, the ragged pull of your breaths. The pleasure built higher, stronger, until your body was strung so tight it was hard to think.

“I’m close,” you gasped, your fingers gripping his hair. “Sunghoon—please—”

“Let go,” he whispered, staring into your eyes like he could see right through you, forehead against yours, voice broken “Come for me.”

His hand slid between you, rubbing your clit fast, messy, and you cried out, clutching him tightly, your body shaking with the intensity of it, a blinding, all-consuming wave that crashed over you and didn’t let go. The orgasm hit you, and your walls clenched around him, pulling him with you, and he groaned against your shoulder as he followed you over the edge, shuddering with each deep pulse inside you.

Sunghoon’s breath hitched as your body tightened around him, and the sound of your moans, soft, breathless, utterly overwhelmed, pushed him over the edge. His hands gripped your hips, holding you flush against him as he spilled into you with a low, broken groan, the kind pulled from somewhere deep in his chest, warm seed filling you up so good. His whole body trembled with the release, muscles taut, jaw clenched, forehead still pressed to yours like he needed to feel every part of you as he unraveled.

It wasn’t just physical. It was everything he’d kept bottled up, every wall he’d built, every fear he’d buried. They all crumbled in that moment, coming out in the way he whispered your name against your skin, reverent and raw. His heartbeat thundered against yours, syncing with yours in the quiet aftermath, breathless and heavy.

He didn’t move right away. Just held you. As if he was afraid the moment would slip away, like it wasn’t real.

You brushed your hand through his damp hair, both of you still flushed and dazed, and for the first time in a long while, he felt something dangerously close to peace. Then, with a slow movement, he pulled out, and you whined softly, feeling his cum drip from your core.

But he stayed there, against your chest, just feeling your heartbeat.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, voice hoarse, like he didn’t know what to say but needed to say something.

You smiled, kissing his head.

“You mean aside from the fact that I’ve just lived every single fantasy I’ve had since I hit puberty? Yeah. I’m thriving.”

He groaned. “Gods, you really can’t help yourself, can you?”

“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’. “You knew what you were signing up for.”

Sunghoon chuckled under his breath, soft and rare, and pulled the blanket higher over your bodies.

“Remind me why I like you again?”

“Because I’m charming. And hot. And because I’m the best archer in camp.”

He exhaled sharply through his nose, clearly trying not to smile.

“Delusional.”

“Mm, and yet here we are,” you whispered, pressing a lazy kiss to his jaw. “You, in my arms after you confessed your tragic backstory and fucked me senseless.”

“You’re so fucking weird.”

And despite everything, his fears, his walls, the storm still brewing outside, Sunghoon held you close and let himself smile, because somehow, with you, the weight didn’t feel quite so heavy.

𖦹 ☼ ⋆｡˚⋆ฺ ♡

You weren’t training today. Just watching.

You stood at the edge of the sparring circle with your chin in your hands, resting your elbows on the wooden fence, eyes fixed on him.

Sunghoon.

Your boyfriend.

The son of Zeus, war hero of camp, and, more recently, absolute heart-stealer.

He was currently fighting two Ares kids at once like it was child’s play, sword glinting in the sun, movements precise and confident, like he didn’t even have to think. His dark hair was tied up messily, loose strands falling into his eyes, his jaw locked in concentration, but he wasn’t scowling anymore. There was something lighter about him now. The storm inside him had settled, quieted.

And gods, you were staring.

Again.

Just like that day weeks ago. The same spot. The same boy.

But everything had changed.

Someone nudged your arm.

“You’ve been watching him for like… fifteen minutes straight,” one of your Apollo siblings whispered beside you.

“I’m admiring my boyfriend,” you whispered back dramatically.

“He hasn’t even looked over here—wait—nope, there he goes.”

Your heart skipped.

Because it was true.

Sunghoon had just looked up mid-swing, knocked an Ares kid flat on his ass with his sword’s blunt end, and locked eyes with you. You expected the usual eye-roll. Maybe a sigh or a sarcastic shake of his head.

But instead, he smirked.

Smirked.

And then he called out across the sparring field with his deep, rough voice loud enough for half of Camp Half-Blood to hear:

“You gonna keep staring at me like that, or are you finally gonna come over here and kiss your boyfriend?”

You blinked.

The training field went silent for like two whole seconds before everyone exploded into chaos.

Teasing whistles. “Get it, Y/N!” someone from Hermes cabin yelled. Chiron turned around so fast it looked like he was rethinking letting you both stay in camp. Your siblings screamed like they were in the stands of the Hunger Games. Even the Ares kids were impressed.

You covered your face with your hands, heat rushing to your cheeks.

“Oh my gods.”

Sunghoon just stood there, smug and sweaty and stupidly hot, sword resting on his shoulder like the cocky menace he was.

And you?

You jumped the fence and ran to him.

When you crashed into his chest and kissed him, breathless, laughing, in front of everyone, he kissed you back with everything he had, arms wrapping tight around your waist, forehead pressed to yours afterward like it was just the two of you in the world.

“You’re so annoying,” you whispered, smiling.

“I learned from the best.”

“You love me.”

He looked at you like the storm had never touched him. “Yeah,” he murmured, lips brushing yours. “I really do.”

So yeah, maybe your annoying crush for the forbidden son of Zeus finally, finally was reciprocated.

thank you for reading as always <3 hope you guys liked it, i didn’t proofread so sorry for the possible mistakes, i’ll fix them later !!

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[iluvloganhowlett]

I need more hugh and reader PLEASE he’s so cute pattotie which is such a contrast from Logan lmao

CUTIES ✮⋆˙

in which ryan reynolds has a private snap story where he secretly films cute moments between you and hugh

warnings: none, just fluff!

do NOT ask how i thought of this…

the camera started by showing ryan, a bit too up close and personal for the average person’s liking. “hey nerds, welcome back to ‘i-spy with ry-ry.’ today, i just saw hugh and y/n make their way to hair and makeup together so we’re gonna follow them and see where the wind takes us. hopefully that won’t be to a small, crappy bathroom stall..”

alas, the camera flips and you and hugh can be shown skipping off to hair and makeup, babbling about whether or not a tomato should or should not be considered a fruit.

“baby when have you ever heard of tomatoes in fruit salad or in a fruit smoothie or when have you ever asked for fruit and were handed a cup of tomatoes?”

“never… but-“

“so then i rest my case, thank you very much.”

you squeal, running a little to catch up to hugh as he rounds the last corner to hair and makeup.

“hugh!” you call, landing a soft and playful punch on his back, causing him to swiftly grab you and tickle your sides.

as you giggle uncontrollably, the camera flips back to ryan, who unexpectedly has tears welling up in his eyes. “i’m sorry it’s just- god they’re adorable. they make me wanna have more children.”

your giggles can still be heard in the background, and for the next chunk of time, all that is shown is a rather unflattering angle of ryan watching you and hugh.

as soon as your voice can be heard again, ryan flips the camera back.

“y’know it’s not very nice to hold others against their will like that,” you mutter, looking up at hugh with a playfully-angered look.

he shoves you, causing you to lose your balance ever so slightly, “aw get outta here! you love me!”

you tilt your heard, grabbing hugh’s hand as the two of you swing your joint arms back and forth, “maybe.”

hugh’s head snaps toward you, brows high, “maybe?!”

you only smirk, “maybe.”

he shakes his head, “you’re a little shit i hope y’know that.”

“eh you love me,” you repeat, stealing his words.

ryan zooms in on your faces, and hugh can be seen clearly as his eyes—full of nothing but love and adoration—flicker between your eyes and your lips.

you close the small space between you two, leaning up on your tippy-toes and pressing your lips to his. the kiss is slow and passionate, making ryan squeal out loud; louder than he thought he had.

you two break apart, heads darting to wherever the sound came from.

“ryan what the hell?!” you exclaim, a bright smile on your face as you tilt your head.

hugh can be seen with a twisted face, looking his best friend up and down.

“alright i can explain-“ ryan pleads as if he’s in a movie, but hugh has already made his way towards the camera, snatching it out of ryan’s hand.

you follow suit, hugh’s hand on the small of your back to guide you. you lean up, almost choking when you read the title of the story, “ryan are you fucking forreal? ‘i-spy with ry-ry?”

“i-“

“you’re a strange man…” hugh states, wrapping his arm fully around you waste now to guide you the opposite direction from ryan, actually making your way to hair and makeup.

as soon as your backs are turned, ryan flips the camera to himself, “alright everyone, that’s it for todays episode of i-spy with ry-ry, stay tuned for-“

“ryan shut ya damn mouth, man!”

“bye-“ *camera cuts*

ok i’m actually satisfied with this bc 1) it’s veryyy original 2) tumblr deleted this whole thing and i had to rewrite it from memory🤦🏽‍♀️

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[whre4wanda]

Snap A Few Photos

*Mature content ahead*

G!P Natasha (not sorry), Dom!Natasha x Sub!Reader, unprotected sex, edging, oral (both), overstimulating, breeding kink, spitting, picture taking, brief fingering, praising, degrading, masturbation, teasing, rough sex.

Summary- Natasha thinks she's smart for participating in 'No nut November', so you get back at her by making it pure hell for her.

Your pov:

The avengers squad was crowded on separate couches, some still sipping on the drinks they had from the party that was just buzzing a few hours ago while others just sat with bottles of water. Tony and Thor were currently arguing about something that amused both you and your girlfriend who you were currently cuddled up against on one of the serpate couches. You sighed in content, enjoying the warmth she provided and the useless banter from your teammates and friends.

"Yeah well it's a stupid concept. Why would you want to partake in that."

"To see if you can last man." Tony grumbled and Thor shook his head.

"I just think that this human thing, what do you call it again?"

"No nut November."

"Yes that, it's stupid. Why would you want to go without sex for thirty days just to win a bet or to partake in some dumb trend. You humans are weird" You laughed at Thors expression, yet you agreed with what he said, he did have a point.

"It's called having self control, you demigod."

"I agree with Tony." Natasha said and you turned to her with a raised brow.

"You do? Why?"

"I don't know, I guess it's to see if you have self control. I mean not everything is sex right? Besides, it can also give some couples that emotional connection that they didn't have before."

"Yeah I mean I get it, but thirty days, seems excessive to me, don't you think?"

"It's not that bad." She shrugs while taking a sip of her drink. You snort and the redhead arches her brow.

"As if you would last." You mumble and she furrows her brows.

"Oh? And what does that mean?"

"You know very well what I mean Nat. I doubt you'd last thirty days." Natasha let's out a throaty chuckle while placing her drink down.

"Oh detka. I could very much last a month, in fact care to make this interesting."

"Sure, let's make this interesting."

"One month. No sex at all. And if I win -no actually scratch that- When I win, you'll do as I say for a month."

"Okay and when I win, well you know what I want." The redhead smirks at your offer before nodding her head.

"Deal."

"See Tony, see how stupid this is?" Thor remarks but Tony shakes his head.

"Stupid? This is a miracle. Our ears can finally catch a break from all the excessive noises."

"Hey don't be jealous man, at least we don't go for 7 minutes only." Tony's jaw slacks at your comment, which causes everyone to break out in laughter.

"Seven? Make that three." Pepper mumbles which makes the entire team, except Tony, laugh.

"Ha ha. So funny." He responds sarcastically before Steve pats his back apologetically.

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Now, you had formulated a great idea in your head. If Natasha was going to participate in "No nut November" then you were going to make it hell for her in payback for all the teasing she's done to you. It was time for her to get a taste of her own medicine, and you weren't planning on going easy on her.

Which is why you had dragged your best friend, Wanda, along with you to the mall.

"Why are we doing this again?" She asked as she watched you pick up very revealing sets in the Victoria's secret store.

"Payback."

"I thought you two were doing the challenge."

"Oh no, she is. I am not. And this way, I get to play with her until she cracks, which I know she will."

"You seem pretty confident with your idea."

"I am." you placed one final set into her hand before picking up a set of crotchless panties.

"Now you see, this is how I get her to crack." You mumble, more to yourself as you examine the red underwear.

"And what exactly is your plan here? Walk around with these lingerie sets?"

"That and I was thinking about boudior photos since our anniversary is coming up soon."

"Boudiour?" You hum, while you examine the thin material that was in your hand.

"We once spoke about it. Nat said she was into it but after that we never really spoke about it again. She must have forgotten about it. Besides, I might as well take inspiration from Sabrina Carpenter's song 'Juno' right?" Wanda snorts before placing everything down onto the counter.

"You know, I also heard that pheromone perfume helps." She jokes but you nod your head.

"See, now you're catching my drift." You say which makes Wanda shake her head with a grin.

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"Alright y/n, I want you to get comfortable on the pillow and just do any pose for me." Larry said as he wiped the lesne of his camera. You situated yourself down onto the floor, laying on your side with your legs parted, one knee bent while the other was stretched out.

"There we go, that's perfect! Lift your leg up a bit and yes perfect!" He snapped a couple of photos, before you got up to change into a different set.

Now situated onto your back with a different set of lingerie on, you placed yourself onto your back, while lifting your legs up into the air.

"Try and arch your back just a little bit more for me. Yes, that's perfect doll." You did as he said before you changed into a different position, then a few more afterwards. The afternoon was filled with continuous laughter as you changed into different sets. You felt comfortable and confident with Larry as he cheered you on and gushed about how perfect you were.

"Honey, with a body like that, you could quit avenging and get into modeling." He joked as you stood up after the final shoot. You smiled at his remark, rolling your eyes too before stepping out to chanage into more comfortable clothing.

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"Alright, how do they look?" You asked as you fixed the sweater you had just put on before standing next to him to get a peek from the camera.

"Honey please, Nat might be stubborn at times, but she definitely won't know what hit her once she sees these." You let out a small laugh while shaking your head.

"I don't know."

"Trust me. I know what I'm talking about."

"Since you're so sure of yourself, I trust you then."

"You can come pick them up a week from now."

"Alright thanks again and say hi to John for me." You grin widely before giving your friend a hug and leaving the studio.

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Walking into yours and Natasha's shared bedroom, you placed your bag down before walking further inside the quiet room. Upon not seeing your girlfriend, your only assumption was that she was in the shower, which to you was an opportunity presenting itself. So quietly, you stepped into the en-suite bathroom, before stripping out of all your clothes.

Natasha was still oblivious to your presence, so you slipped into the shower with the redhead before wrapping your arms around her waist. Natasha hummed and you kissed her shoulder blade.

"Where were you today, I missed you."

"Just went out to the mall." Natasha hums and you move all of her hair to the side, so you could place your chin on her shoulder.

"And what were you up to?"

"Mission reports, which by the way I'm goi-"

Natasha is cut off from finishing her sentence once she feels your hand gently stroke her cock.

"Y/n, what are you doing?"

"Nothing."Natasha bites back a moan, her firm hands placed on top of yours to stop any further movements. The redhead turns around, before giving you a dangerous look, one that could have you six feet under. You bat your eyes innocently while tilting your head to the side.

"Whats wrong Natty?"

"Whatever you're planning won't work."

"Whatever do you mean Natty?" She huffs, and you slowly get down onto your knees. The woman swallows harshly, hands grabbing onto the wall for support.

"Y/n." She says warningly, but you knew her all too well. How dumb would she be to pass off getting some head from you?

"Yes?"

"Don't."

"Don't what?" You say, hand already stroking her length before licking the tip. The woman moans, head thrown back in pleasure as her hands pull your hair. 

"Y/n, s-." You lower your head down before you begin bobbing your head up and down while your hands stroke the parts that your throat couldn't reach. The woman bucked her hips and you gagged around her before removing your mouth but still stroking her cock. Your lips attach around her tip, where you continue to lick and suck it before lowering your mouth onto her length once again.

"Fuck." Natasha is now panting and you moan once you see the blissful look on her face. The hot water running down the both of you, her moans, and the room fogging up even more is enough to have your pussy clenching around nothing.

"This isn't fair." She mumbles while her hips unconsciously thrust up into your mouth.

"You said no sex, I'm not giving you sex." You tease before going back to sucking her off.

Just when you know she's close, you part from her before smiling and getting up.

"I'll let you get back to your shower then." You grin, especially at the state your girlfriend was currently in. All disheveled and desperate, but it was her idea in the first place.

"What a fucking tease." The redhead mumbled as she watches you sway your hips once you left the shower.

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You walked into the gym with your bag and water bottle in your hand. Your girlfriend had already been working out, and it seemed like she was about to start another set of exercises. You placed all your stuff onto the nearby bench before you walked over to the treadmill.

For a while, you watched Natasha excwrise. The look of concentration on her face, the sweat that was trailing down her neck and god her muscles! You were surprised you didn't fall off the treadmill. One would assume that Natasha was the one suffering but you were in fact worse than her. I mean, Natasha had composure, you didn't. And even though you could still technically fix the ache in between your legs, it just wasn't the same if your girlfriend wasn't the one doing it. Man you were horny.

"Hey do you wanna spar?" You asked once Natasha finished a set. She moved a strand of hair away from her face, before nodding.

"Sure." You walk over to the ring, your girlfriend following just behind you before she gets in the ring too. You then slipped off the jersey you were wearing, and you smiled to yourself once you got the reaction you wanted from the redhead.

"Okay, what should we start with?" You asked innocently, as if your cleavage was not in your girlfriends face. Natasha cleared her throat, darting her attention anywhere but on your breasts.

"How about the normal routine? Let's see if your form has improved." She says and you get into fighting position.

Natasha managed to knock you down which causes you to topple over. You huff before standing up and sending her a glare.

"You're pulling your punches." She warns and you only scoff.

"Let's just go again." So you both went again, she manages to knock you over a couple more times, and same goes for you until you both end up tumbling onto the floor, with you on top of her.

"Well doesn't this just bring back fond memories." You say as your hands plant themselves onto her shoulder.

"Y/n, get off of me." She warns and you smirk, hips already moving in circular motions.

"Oh come on Nat, don't pretend like you don't miss being inside of me. Just let go and I could take you to a whole other world." You tease with a seductive grin and Natasha could already feel herself hardening.

Even with a lust clouded mind, Natasha still had enough control to move you off of her body, setting you next to her before standing up.

"You're no fun." You huffed out and she sent you a glare before walking out of the ring. Damn, she was going to be a tough one to crack.

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Natasha sat on the bed with a book in her hand. Her reading glasses perched up just above her nose while she paid little to no attention to you. Sure, she wondered why you just disappeared into the bathroom for so long but she decided not to pry too much on it, instead, she was too focused on the passage she was reading.

The only thing that manged to pull her attention away from her book was the sight of your legs covered in the sheer fabric of panty hose along with the very expensive heels she had gifed you a long time ago. Keep your eyes down. She muttered this mantra in her head, knowing that if she dared to look up, she'd be captivated and seduced by you.

"Like what you see love? You can always look up you know." The sound of your voice was so devious, so cruel and yet so seductive. This was all carefully curated, she thought to herself and the sound of your voice coaxed her to finally look up. Big mistake.

"What do you think Natty?" You asked in that innocent voice of yours. Natasha's mouth went dry. Absolutely dry.

She looked at the new purple set that adorned your skin. god you looked so  edible. Natasha darted her tongue out to lick her lips as you walked closer to her. She wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch you, to have you whimpering for her, to put you in your place but she couldn't. She'd brought this upon herself and she was going to have to stay strong to prove her point.

But the way you flicked your hair to the side, and the way your skin glowed under the light, it was so alluring. You turned around to give her a show and you were clearly enjoying it with the big grin that was plastered on your face. Everything looked so good and your entire body was practically calling for her. From your tits, to your pretty face and to your ass. Natasha bit on her lip before looking down at her book.

"You look nice." Was all she muttered, as she tried to pay attention to the words. But she couldn't. Not with the sight of you imprinted in her mind.,

"Seriously Nat? That's it. Nice?"

"I don't know what you want me to say." She shrugged her shoulders and you scoffed before heading into the bathroom. Natasha let out a sigh, she was so needy. At this point, one touch from you would send her tumbling over the edge.

"Just one more week."

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"These look fucking great." You exclaimed as you eyes scanned through the photos.

"Tell me something I don't know." Larry smirked and Wanda peeked over your shoulders to see the pictures that were in your hand.

"My god where have you been hiding your ass y/n?" You laughed as Wanda grabbed the pictures out of your hand. She examined the pictures for a while before you took them back from her with a small chuckle.

"Alright, that's enough."  You turned to your friend and gave him a warm hug before smiling.

"Thanks again Larry. I love them."

"No problem. And tell Natasha I say hi."

"Will do. Bye." You led Wanda out of the studio before you both made your way back to your car.

"Now what?"

"Now, since Natasha is going on her mission, I place these in her bag so that whenever she opens her bag, she's got a glorious surprise waiting for her."

Wanda sits back in her seat while shaking her head and you arch a single brow.

"What?"

"I hope whatever you've planned works."

"It will, trust me."

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Natasha groaned as she trudged through her room, a hand pressed against the now forming bruises on her hip. She let out a relieved sigh as she finally sat down onto the bed, her shoes falling off soon after. She needed a shower to wash off all the dirt that had been gathered from the mission. She reached for her backpack and she ruffled for a while before pulling our her towel and toiletries before placing them onto the bed.

She was about to zip up her bag until she spotted a book inside the bag with a small note.

Have fun on your mission ;)

She gathered that it was from you by the handwriting and she wondered what the book contained. With all the strength that she had left, she pulled the book out and opened the first page.

"Enjoy and don't be afraid to let go baby." She read the words with a small frown before paging over.

And there you were, ass up in the air, a mischievous smirk plastered on your face as you looked back at the camera.

"Yebat." Natasha mumbled as she scrolled through the various steamy pictures. She could feel all the blood rushing to her cock, and christ she wanted nothing more than to be inside you right now.

Her eyes stayed focus on your face. Oh your beautiful face that was so expressive whenever she fucked you, your eyes that would roll back when you were cumming or your lips. Oh your lips. The sweet sounds that would tumble out of your mouth or the warmth that would envelop her whenever you sucked her off.

And then her eyes drifted down to your tits, one of her favorite parts of your body that she truly cherished. And your ass? Another of her favorite. The older woman closed the book with a huff. Now it made sense.

"Ty khitraya devchonka, ne tak li?"

(You're a sneaky girl, aren't you)

She thought to herself and at that moment, her phone had started ringing. With her thumb, she swiped the answer button before she spotted your face.

"Hi Natty." Your mischief filled voice rang in the quiet of her room.

"I see you got my gift." You teased and she rolled her eyes.

"You're going to be sorry once this is over."

"Really? Huh." You blinked a couple of times, feigning innocence as you spoke again.

"I don't regret it though, besides you liked it, didn't you?"

"Of course I did." She answered, wearily of the position of your phone.

"You know, I miss you." You started as you positioned your phone, so that your top half was showing.

"A lot."

"You do don't ya?" She teases to which you reply with a hum.

"Mhm." But what catches Natasha's attention is the way you pull a string that unravels your shirt and before you know it, your chest is bare in front of the camera.

With a hum, your hand disappeared down to in between your thighs but Natasha couldn't see anything. But with the raise of your chest and the flutter of your eyes, she could tell what was happening.

"god I miss your mouth on me, your fingers in me...you fucking me, just filling me up to the brim." You say as your fingers work inside of you.

Natasha swallows, her own heart thumping as she listened to you go on.

"Don't you miss being inside me Natty? Don't you miss the feeling of just letting go and cumming. On me or in me." You tease and Natasha watches in silence as you bring yourself closer to the edge.

"I'm so close Nat, fuck do you hear that?" You ask referring to the wet sloshing sounds of your pussy. Normally you'd be too embarrassed whenever your girlfriend teased you about it but now you couldn't even be bothered, not with the way she was looking at you.

"I'm so wet for you. So fucking wet." Natasha's lips part and she can imagine all of it. Her fingers inside your wet pussy, the taste, the warmth.

"Fuck, fuck!" A loud moan falls from your lips as you near your orgasm. And soon you pull your fingers out, bringing them up to the screen and sucking them clean.

"Bye." And just like that, you hung up the phone, leaving the redhead to deal with the image of you fucking yourself.

2 more days.

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Natasha was bummed to say the least. After her mission ended, she had to come back to an empty room because you had to leave for a mission of your own. To add on to that, you would only be back on the second of December. Heart-wrenching. She thought to herself as her eyes wandered around the room.

The sound of knocking on the door caught her attention and Tony opened the door before peeking inside.

"Thought I'd mention that I'm having a party tomorrow." He mumbled and she nodded her head.

"Cool."

"I must say, I'm surprised you lasted thirty days." He mumbles and Natasha arches her brow.

"Why?"

"With all the countless teasing, and the eye fucking, I'm surprised we didn't find you two at it like a bunch of rabbits in the training room or the pantry like last time. You're not bad Romanoff."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

"Take it how you want to take it. Just go easy on us after tomorrow night."

"No promises. Now get out of my room." Tony raises his hands in surrender before walking out of yours and Natasha's room.

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The party was bustling, people socializing with one another while Tony made a fool of himself near the bar area.

"And I say boom you looking for this." Rhodey says while laughing and Natasha gives him an unamused look.

"You know, l-like boom looking for-"

"Was that supposed to be funny?" She cuts him off from finishing his ridiculous story and he shakes his head in disbelief.

"Why do I even bother with you." Rhodey sighs before leaves an unamused Natasha and Clint together.

Natasha takes a sip of her drink as her friend watches her.

"You all right Nat? You seem oddly quiet."

"Yeah I am, I just... Hold on let me get this." She says referring to the phone that was currently vibrating in the pocket of her suit jacket.

"Hey baby."

"Hey Nat, could you do me a favor please?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"I need you to go up to our room and get me a file in my drawer. I think I left it there and it's really important."

"Alright, sure." She hands Clint the half filled drink before walking off.

Taking the shorter route to your shared room, Natasha asks you a couple of questions about the mission which you gladly answer.

"Are you almost there?"

"Yeah, just a sec." She mumbles and you give her a second.

When Natasha opens the door, she's stunned. Beyond stunned to see your figure sitting on your shared bed.

"Surprise." You say with a grin plastered on your face. The woman's mouth is agape as she stares at you.

"Well I must say I'm not surprised you lasted thirty days. Might as well come claim your prize, right? It's only fair isn't it baby?" You ask as you spread your legs slightly and the woman is ready to pounce on you as she stares at the red lingerie set and a red robe that adorned your body. Her favorite color.

And remember when you bought those specific crotchless panties about three weeks ago? Well with the look the redhead was currently giving you, it was definitely worth all the money you spent.

Natasha's pushes the door of your bedroom with her leg shut before she makes her way over to you. You look up at the woman, giving her a dopey grin as she lowers her head down to kiss you.

"Well isn't this the best sight to be met with." She says and you chuckle. Your hands wrap around the redheads neck as you deepen the kiss, the both of you moaning at the ferocity of the kiss.

Natasha has you leaning onto your back but you stop her by pushing her back and standing up. She gives you a questioning look and you smirk before you pull her by her tie and push her back onto the bed so she is lying down. Natasha licks her lips, watching as you take her pants and underwear off. You then grab onto her cock, rubbing the tip slightly which has her sighing in pleasure.

You don't waste any time. Soon your mouth is on her, giving her the sloppiest head that has her groaning and clenching the sheets. You can tell she's close to cumming so you pull away from her which makes her huff.

"Can't cum Natty, it's not twelve am yet and you wouldn't wanna lose the bet just when you're about to win, would ya? Just four more minutes."

Again, you tease her, your hand stroking her length as you lick her tip. She shudders as you take her fully before repeating the motions.

"Mhm so close. Just one more minute." The seconds are driving her insane but when she feels your hand fasten it's pace, she can't help but grab your hair into a ponytail to fuck your mouth.

"Fuck." You hum around her, doing the best you can to take her and the woman throws her head back as she cums into your mouth and fuck it felt so so good. You hummed again, relishing in the taste of her. You missed it. All of her and she missed you. All of you. You separate from her, a string of saliva still connecting you to her and you smile.

"Guess you win Nat." you exclaim and Natasha flips the both so you so easily, so that you're laying on the bed.

"You have been so bad." She starts as she discards herself of her suit jacket and dress shirt.

"All you did was act like a whore for the past four weeks. Walking around with these." She pulls the strap of your bra before letting it go so it snapped against your skin and you let out a small gasp.

"Touching yourself and sending me those slutty pictures."

"But you liked them."

"I'm talking detka." She tuts disapprovingly and you look away.

"Sorry daddy."

"Sorry won't get you out of this one. Besides I did win right. So I'm going to enjoy my prize but first I think I need to fuck that attitude right out of you."

Natasha's hands pry your legs apart before she lowers her head down to your pussy. She's not wasting a single second, instead she dives right in, eating your pussy like a starved women. And indeed, she had been starved from your sweet nectar.

"Oh fuck!"

"I missed how you taste. So fucking sweet." She rasps, her tongue licking up your slit before moving to suck your clit. The way she was handling you was so... intoxicating, borderline animalistic.

She gripped onto the flesh of your thighs, pulling your closer so that she could eat you out better, tasting you, just feeling you whole. Natasha moaned into your pussy, the vibrations of her moan shooting up your body like a bolt of electricity. Natasha lapped at your cunt, relishing in the sweet taste of your pussy. She spread your pussy apart, spat on it then inserted two fingers inside of you. You let out a scream that had her smirking from in between your thighs.

"That good huh?"

She fingered you for a brief amount of time because soon your legs were shaking as you were nearing the edge.

"Cum for me baby, come on let go." Your eyes rolled back as you were overcome with this overwhelming orgasm. She continued to fuck you with her tongue, greedily licking all of your juices until she slowed her movements. You really really missed the feeling of her mouth and fingers. You gave Natasha a hazy grin which she returned with a peck on your lips. The moment was short loved because soon she was flipping you onto your stomach, pressing her body onto yours.

"Four weeks of your torture. You thought I'd let you get away with it. But I didn't and now I'm going to fuck you until you're begging and crying for me to stop." You wiggle your ass, purposefully moving against her length and she delivers a harsh slap onto your ass.

"Impatient aren't you? You are so lucky I don't have time to edge you and tease this pussy of yours but we'll have enough time for that tomorrow and the many days after."

Natasha's hands finally remove the robe that you were wearing and her eyes widened as she looked at the brand new tattoo on your lower back.

"Pretty right?" You asked, feeling her fingers trace over the ink.

"You really want to kill me, don't you?" You let out a half hearted chuckle before Natasha pulls you back by your hair so that your back is pressed against her front.

"You're so fucking beautiful." She mumbles in your ear and she can feel your wetness dripping onto her cock.

"I'm gonna fuck this pretty pussy of yours so good." You let out a muffled sound as she slowly inserts herlsef inside of you, slowly stretching your pussy out.

"You're so tight baby, fuck, spent thirty days without being in this fucking pussy. Won't ever do it again."

"Nat-"

"You missed me? You missed me fucking this pussy huh?"

"Yes!"

"Say it."

"I missed you fucking me dumb Nat."

"Yeah?" You nod as you feel her move her hips, hitting the right spots inside of you.

"Mhmm fuck, you feel so good Nat!"

Natasha speeds her movements inside of you and all you can do is take the way she fucks you while letting out small moans.

"Yes yes yes! Please don't stop-" The woman let's go of your hair, and you fall down onto your stomach feeling Natasha dig into your pussy. Her hands find your hips while her thrusts speed up. The sound of skin slapping and the both of your moans bounces off the walls of the bedroom.

"So fucking sexy." She mumbles as your ass moves while she fucks into you. She can't help herself when she grabs her phone, pressing the camera app to take a picture. You can feel her slowing down her movements which makes you whine in frustration.

"No, no, no detka, continue doing that, you're doing so good. Fuck yourself for me so I can record every single thing. Yes, keep moving just like that, fuck. So gorgeous."

Natasha is mesmerized to say the least, with the way your ass is moving against her, the feeling of your velvety walls taking her cock, suffocating it, she's hooked and she can't help but snap many photos and a little video of you fucking yourself against her like a pathetic little bitch in heat.

"I'm c-cumming." You croak out and she pulls out before thrusting into your pussy, hitting the deepest depths of your cunt.

You cum around her cock with a cry. Natasha pulls you up by your hair again to press kisses against your neck before biting the flesh there. She then sneaks her arm around your waist, pulling your tits out of the confinement of your bra.

"So pretty." She husks in your ear as she plays with your nipples. You can feel yourself getting sensitive but you don't want her to stop. Not yet.

"I want you to ride me baby, think you can do that f'me?" A slow nod and Natasha smiles before placing herself next to you. You position your hips over her body before aligning your soaking wet center with her length.

"Shit." A shuddered breath escapes your lips as you lower yourself down onto her cock.

"You're so big Nat."

"Uh huh, but you can take it. I know you can, it's your dick right?" And you do take her, your hips move on their own accord and you ride her with so much determination.

"god I just wanna breed this pussy. Just fill you up until all you feel is me. You'd like that wouldn't you baby? To feel me for the next few days?" You can only nod your head, too fucked out to talk before you lower down to kiss her. The kiss is nothing short of passion. Teeth clashing as your hands wrap around her neck, pulling her impossibly closer to you. All you just wanted was to feel Natasha and you were. Everywhere. Even in such steamy moments, you could still find the linger of passion and tenderness from her longing looks and her movements. You really loved this woman.

Natasha's hands grab your ass as her own hips thrust upwards and you bury your head into the crook of her neck.

"Listen to that, you're just so wet.". She chuckles referring to the wet sloshing sounds of your pussy and you don't look up, your head still buried in her neck.

"Oh malysh, don't be so embarrassed, it's the best sound ever." You can feel another orgasm approaching and this time Natasha's finger rub against your sensitive clit.

"Nat please-"

"Please what baby? What are you begging for. Tell me." Tears are streaming down your face as you continue to ride Natasha and soon you cum again.

Natasha pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you. At one point she picked you up and led you over to the side table, where she bent you down and fucked you mercilessly. Then you were pressed against the wall with Natasha on her knees, eating your pussy out again until you were literally shaking.

She made it her mission to fuck you dumb on every surface of the bedroom. And whenever she says something, she does it. She fucked you against the wardrobe, in front of the mirror then in the shower where she held you up with her strong arms and kept thrusting into your wet pussy while groaning into your ear. Your nails clawed at her back while her lips sucked and nipped at every inch of your skin.

The water dripped down both of your bodies, creating a steamy ambiance between you two. And there after she picked you up and set you down onto the bathroom counter. And she just kept fucking you, hitting your G-spot countless times while you kissed until you needed air. It was late at night, hell you were certain that it could be three am but you two didn't care. You were making up for all the lost time.

And somehow you had found yourselves on the floor, making out as you slowly rode the woman, not wanting to stop even though your legs were begging you to stop. You just couldn't, you missed Natasha that much, you needed her that much and you loved her that much.

The next morning, well, hours later you two woke up in a tangled mess of sheets. You chuckled slightly, body practically aching from the nights activities.

"Good morning Moya lyubov' " Natasha's voice woke you up and you smiled lightly.

"How do you feel?"

"Sore but so great." She chuckles lightly before sitting up.

"Well we shouldn't have slept on the floor."

"Not my problem, you're the one that fucked me on it."

"And I suppose its my fault?" She asks in a joking manner and you only nod your head.

"Join me for a bath?" You asked and she hummed.

So you two took a bath together, the both of you basking in the peaceful bliss of being in each other's arms. And when Natasha's fingers slowly slid across your pussy to fuck you slowly, you let her make you feel good, throwing your head back onto her shoulder, letting her fully control your body.

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When the two of you finally emerged out of your room later that afternoon, you found the team huddled up in the kitchen, just having useless banter as per usual. And when Tony spotted you two, he whistled lowly making you roll your eyes.

"Break the bed didn't ya?" He joked and Natasha shot him a glare. Rhodey walked past Natasha and he eyed her  back that was filled with many scratches.

"Your back." He mumbles and the woman arches her brow.

"Yeah? What about it?"

"Never mind." He backed away once he saw the serious look on your girlfriends face and you just pulled her arm.

"Damn did you suck the life out of her neck too." Carol exclaims as she examines the hickey you failed to cover up. You scoff before pushing her hand away from your neck.

"Can't walk without Natasha holding you up huh?" Rocket teased and you turned to look at him.

"Nothing will stop me from throwing you into that trash can over there."

"With what strength sugar, you can barely walk yourself." The team laughs and you two just roll your eyes before Natasha walks over to get a cup of coffee.

You sit down next to Wanda and opposite from Thor before he looks up at you.

"I must know, was it worth the thirty days lady y/n?" Thor asks and you glance at Natasha with a big grin plastered on your face.

"Totally worth it."

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A coven of very stereotypical witches? You know, eating little children to stay young and all. They are very feared by many magicians.

But Captain Marvel? What would he be afraid of? They love him!

One day, a great threat is there and JL is fighting, Cap has fallen into a trap and is now suffering too, but he uses one last drop of his energy to send out a call for help.

Suddenly, the environment changes. It becomes cold, deathly cold and silent.

The coven begins to appear, in the shadows, like monsters with dark expressions, their arms covered in dark magical markings.

Everyone stares, paralyzed in shock as the coven encases the thread and together, they release Marvel and make a circle to do a ritual, with their combined energy they manage to send the thread to pieces.

Later, Marvel explains that said coven that many people feared are very nice ladies who constantly make offerings to him in an ask to absorb some magical energy to stay young. And so they don't have to kill little kids anymore either

They see a scene where a very grumpy scary woman turns all smiles as she makes Marvel lower his head so she can pet him like a little kid

Witch 1: Wow, I'm glad we made it in time! It's good to see you, it's good to see you!!

Witch 2: We missed you so much, kid! Let me pinch those cheeks!!!

And then they watch as Marvel still bends over so the witch can pinch his cheeks

Marvel: Ladies, please… my friends are watching

Witch 1: Oh, don't be like that, we're just showing some love to our favorite demigod.

Witch 3: Were they the reason you've been so distant lately? You barely show up anymore.

Witch 2: Klarion is a little sad. You canceled your play date again…

Witch 1: We know he doesn't show it much, but he really appreciates it when you show up to share magical knowledge with him

Marvel: ah, i know. hey, how about we meet up later today to catch up? I just need to help with the clean-up--

Witch 3: I'm sure those heroes can handle it themselves, honey. --right?

And she gives the League a dirty, dirty look, who are watching in silence

Superman: Sur-- sure! Go ahead, Marvel, we'll take over from here, you've already done most of the work

Marvel: Ooh, sweet! Thank you, mister Superman! And League too! Bye, bye

And they left after heading straight for a dark corner, right behind the wall

The cold, deathly vibes went with them

Dr. Fate: Where are they talking about Klarion the witchboy…?

Zanatta: I don't know, I'm a little lost…

Wonder Woman with a big smile: I'm happy to see my little brother with such a lovely family! And so full of women. I knew that he, being so polite, must have come from a female environment

Superman: Is that what you pick up from the interaction?

Wonder Woman: Sure they look a little dangerous, but that just shows strength! I know Marvel wouldn't tolerate anything evil. Dangerous, sure, but not evil

Batman: Hmp. (I agreed)

Dr. Fate with his brain turning to goo: Klarion… is he a playmate with Klarion…?

John Constantine, who knows how much Billy is a big magnet for dangerous people and creatures: Don't think too much about it, mate, it only gets worse

[laursdomain]

HI OH MY GOD

i was literally on insta and this hit me

percy x reader where they're on the battlefield and they got separated. once percy notices that reader is missing he starts kinda going violent af and then starts yelling for reader out of panic and stuff. this is very vague and i would LOVE to see what you do with this!

thank you so much in advance if you do this!!

touch her and die

pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader

genre: angst

synopsis: As a demigod, you and your boyfriend were used to constantly battling monsters in an effort to stay alive. Though, that doesn’t mean its always easy when said monsters decide to work together and attack all at once when they finally regenerate. You may be able to hold your own, but that doesn’t stop Percy Jackson from needing to protect you at every moment. His fatal flaw is undying loyalty, after all.

warnings: fighting, panicking, violent!percy, “touch her and you die,” happy ending!

w/c: 1.8k

a/n: song lyrics in fic is give by sleep token

ྀིpercy jackson masterlist

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Percy Jackson was an animal on the battlefield. Half the time, he wasn’t too sure what he was doing, or even if what he was doing was right. As long as the monsters kept turning to dust, Percy didn’t question his movements. Throwing a quick glance over his shoulder, he notices you preoccupied with a small group of monsters. Acknowledging that you were okay, knowing you can handle it, he turns back to the larger group of monsters that stand before him, probably wondering if he’d be a tasty dinner for them.

Percy narrows his eyes, running Riptide first into the herd, not looking back.

You, on the other hand, were taking it slow when facing these monsters. Maybe it has to do with the training you’ve received from Charlie, remembering how he’d scold you to be clean with your jabs, never letting a weak spot open up in your defense. You quickly count the amount of monsters before you, only taking in four, you could handle it easily. Your own sword comes up, using it as a boundary between yourself and the monsters—one of the first moves you learned when you started training with Charlie. You take a deep breath, clearing your head as you focus at the task at hand. You will not die today.

It only took you three minutes to take down the four monsters, handling the fight with great care as you didn’t hesitate as you slashed through them with your sword. What you had failed to realize was that there was a looming herd of monsters creeping behind you, hoping to catch you by surprise. 

You hear a heavy footstep, the monsters making themselves known to you. You turn around, eyes widening at the very large monsters. You didn’t have enough time to attempt to count them, already knowing the simple answer. There was way to many for you to take on alone. Taking the coward’s way out, you break into a run, pumping your legs as you put as much distance between yourself and the monsters.

You quickly realize running is useless, and you can only run for so long. The monsters have much more agility than you, so you have no choice but to quickly halt your movements, turning around and facing them head on. Running gave you a slight advantage, some of the monsters have yet to catch up, making the crowd you’re currently facing not as large. But, it was still a lot. You still couldn’t count the amount of monsters that loomed before you, though you were slightly grateful when you realize they will go in waves—not all at once. It made you slightly relieved, but that didn’t guarantee your survival. You only have so much stamina.

You grip your sword, lifting it to guard your face before you take a deep breath, facing the first wave of monsters that run your way.

Percy cuts through the third wave of monsters. He feels as if his arm is getting too heavy, the amount of monsters he has killed in the past twenty minutes is overwhelming. He glanced over his shoulder, hoping to find you in the spot he saw you last in. He has to whip his head back over his shoulder when he realizes you are in fact not there. 

Where were you? Percy’s mind immediately jumped to the worst possible outcome, that you had been taken away by the monsters, being held captive until they finally defeated Percy. Percy couldn’t help what happened next. Well, he could’ve. But he didn’t stop the rage that began bubbling in his chest, quickly rising as he faced the next two waves of monsters. He hadn’t even lifted his sword, the amount of sheer pure power he summoned was enough to kill the monsters, leaving him alone on the field. He wasn’t sure where the power came from, there was no body of water nearby. He didn’t question it, nor did he care. All that mattered was that he finds you.

“Y/N?” He screamed out from his spot on the field, panic overtaking the rage for a moment.

He whips his head around, anxiously looking around. Gods, he hadn’t realized how large the battlefield actually was. You could be anywhere, maybe even dying, and he had no idea where you were or how to get to you. Percy’s heart is beating like a scared small animal, and he becomes acutely aware panicking will get him nowhere. Panicking will not save you. He takes a deep breath, willing his heart rate to calm down. He opens his eyes, analyzing his surroundings as he forms a quick plan.

i will be watching for your enemies, to let them know that they contend with me

Maybe he should’ve asked where the monsters had taken you before murdering them, but that didn’t stop Percy. He took off in a run, not sure where he was going, running on pure impulse. He finds himself in a new area of the battlefield, an area that he would’ve never seen earlier. He wasn’t sure why he went in this direction, but he always acted on his gut. And right now, his gut is screaming at him to go here. Out of pure desperation and rage, he listens. In the distance, he saw a large crowd of monsters, clearly surrounding something. Or someone. 

Percy began eating up the distance between himself and the crowd of monsters, and once he was close enough, he finally saw what they were surrounding—you. 

“Y/N,” this time, his voice didn’t come out panicky. He was enraged that these things had the audacity to try to harm you. There were here for him, gods dammit. He was not going to let you pay for his existence, even if you were a demigod as well.

Percy didn’t pay attention to the fact that you were perfectly fine. In fact, you were holding your own against the monsters that were swarming you. No, that didn’t stop the rage continuing to bubble in his chest. He needed an outlet, now. And luckily for Percy, there were two dozen monsters just begging to be used. 

There was no body of water nearby. Nothing to give the son of Poseidon an advantage against the monsters. He sensed the moisture in the dirt below him, channeling into it as he watches droplets of water rise from the ground. It forms a large water bubble around him, seeping into his skin as he feels himself becoming stronger. The cuts that had ended up on his arms were healing, he had newfound energy, and his limbs no longer felt heavy. 

in this open warfare, i won't fight fair

A scream from behind the thick crowd of monsters broke your focus. It also distracted the monsters around you, all of their ugly heads turning around to the noise. The scream sounded familiar, it sounded like Percy’s. It wasn’t a scream of pain, it was a battle cry.

The next two minutes were an absolute blur for Percy. All he saw was red, Riptide having a mind of its own as he destroyed monster after monster. His movements and strength didn’t falter, taking pleasure in killing every single monster that dared to touch you. Nobody touches his girl. He didn’t care what damage he was doing, as long as you were okay—that is all that was running through Percy’s head in that moment.

It wasn’t until there were no monsters left that Percy felt the repercussions of his fighting. He was breathing hard, slightly slouching as he tried to regain his breath. A new layer of sweat coated his body, making him feel disgusting and making him want to go back to his cabin to shower. Preferably with you. Percy’s gaze falls onto you, his hardened eyes softening when he sees how wide-eyed you are.

Those two minutes made your body still. Your mouth was slightly agape as you watched Percy slash monster after monster, not caring what type of position he was in. You couldn’t even analyze to see where he was vulnerable, that is how shell-shocked you were. You’ve seen your boyfriend in battle before, sure, but not like this. It was like he was a rabid animal, unable to stop himself until every monster was cleared. 

Your widened eyes met his hardened ones, you could barely see any of the beautiful sea-green eyes you’ve grown to love. You may have been shocked by his actions, but you weren’t scared. If anything, it made your heart melt at the way he went crazy to protect you. You step forward until your feet planted themselves in front of him. His eyes didn’t leave yours the entire time, waiting to see what you’d do.

i just want to give, want to give you all that i can give

Your hands reach up, cupping Percy’s jaw. Slowly, but surely, you begin to see more of his beautiful eyes, smiling at the sight. You caress his cheeks, watching as he leans into your touch, sighing out.

“I thought—“ he begins, but you instantly understand. He had thought you were in genuine danger, and acted on impulse.

“I’m okay,” you reassure him, forcing him to look into your eyes. “A couple of monsters don’t have anything on me. Or you, apparently.”

A dry chuckle escapes his chapped lips from your attempt at a joke, his arms coming to rest on your hips. He dryly swallows, resting his forehead against your own. You breath him in, smelling sweat and the constant faint smell of ocean water on him. No matter where he was, he always smelled like ocean water, and that might be one of your favorite things about him.

“I thought they had taken you hostage or something,” Percy chuckles at the idea, watching your lips form into a grin.

You giggle, “I’d be a pretty good damsel in distress, wouldn’t I?”

His arms tighten around you, pulling your body flush against his. “You’d be a gorgeous damsel in distress.”

You watch as his eyes flicker down to your lips before returning to your eyes, watching as you admire his sea-green eyes. You keep him in a staring contest, something you force him into too many times, especially when you are cuddling in the solace of Cabin 3. 

Eventually, you give in, winding your arms around his neck as you pull him towards you, kissing his chapped lips. You didn’t mind, it was your Percy after all. He smiles into the kiss, tilting his head to the side to deepen it. You giggle at his antics, slightly breaking the kiss. He kisses the corners of your mouth before littering kisses all over your cheeks and nose, and finally ending with a tender kiss to your forehead.

“Happy?” You giggle, smiling adoringly at the love of your life.

“Always with you, my damsel.” He answers, engulfing you in one last hug. 

Maybe you could get used to Percy going crazy over your safety.

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[lecsainz]

OMGGGG!!!! 🩷🩵 Love your work! Can you do a Percy X (halfblood of your choice) reader and maybe affection headcannons? Like how he stares at you 24/7 and maybe him falling asleep on our shoulder and all that!!!!

BEAUTIFUL GIRL

parings: percy jackson x fem!reader

an: two weeks without a new episode, I can't take it anymore 😭😭😭

summary: the one where you and percy met at yancy academy, and what your relationship would be like.

( my last work for riodanverse || go to my main masterlist )

You met Percy at Yancy Academy, and well, you quickly became friends – best friends, to be precise, since your room was conveniently next to his.

When Grover arrived at the school, he became more than worried about finding two demigod kids together.

As you excelled in your studies – you LOVED studying – you decided to help Percy out. However, Percy always seemed too distracted, often catching him staring at you.

Percy looks at the notebook where you were scribbling math problems and realizes he hasn't paid attention to anything you were explaining for the past twenty minutes.

"So, um, how do you solve this math problem again?" He asks.

You point the pen at him with a stern expression. "Percy, we've been through this like ten times!"

Percy gazes at you with a mischievous smile on his lips because, by the gods, he finds you incredibly beautiful with the braid you decided to wear today.

"Sorry, got distracted. You look really nice today." Percy says, shrugging.

"Focus, Percy! We need to get through this." You roll your eyes, but your cheeks are flushed, and Percy still finds it adorable.

You throw the pen cap at Percy, lightly hitting him on the head when you realize he wasn't paying attention again.

"Ow! What was that for?" He puts his hand where the cap hit him and pretends to be in pain.

"For not paying attention! Now, let's get back to work." You stick out your tongue.

Laughing, Percy tries to throw the pen cap back at you, but you quickly dodge, and poor Grover ends up being the target.

You two became an inseparable duo, like shadows to each other, and constantly causing Grover massive headaches.

Percy would talk about you to his mom.

Percy hesitated for a moment before dialing the number. As his mother picked up on the other end, he launched into a torrent of words about you.

"Hey, Mom, you won't believe what happened today. So, there's this new girl, Y/N, and she's amazing. Seriously, she's the smartest person I know, and she's always helping me out with my studies. And she's got this incredible sense of humor. We're like a team, Mom, inseparable. I don't know how I'd get through the day without her."

Sally listened with a gentle smile on her face, recognizing the familiar signs of her son being captivated. She knew Percy well enough to notice the subtle shifts in his tone and enthusiasm.

"Percy, it sounds like you really enjoy spending time with this Y/N," Sally said, her voice warm and knowing.

"Yeah, Mom, it's like... I don't know. She's just different, you know? Everything feels better when she's around. I can't explain it."

Sally chuckled softly, recognizing the telltale signs of young love. "Percy, sweetheart, sounds like you might be developing feelings for this girl."

Percy stammered for a moment, realizing that his mother had caught on. "I, uh, Mom, we're just friends. Really good friends."

Sally's laughter echoed through the phone. "Alright, Percy. But remember, love has a way of sneaking up on you when you least expect it.”

When you first heard about blue food, you didn't believe Percy's words, leading to a heated argument. It all ended when Percy pulled out a pack of blue cookies from his backpack. To your surprise, they turned out to be the best cookies you'd ever tasted.

During one of your study sessions, Percy calling you a beautiful girl, and the nickname sticking because you blushed every time he called you that.

Percy only realized he liked you when they arrived at the camp and you wanted to help Percy defeat the Minotaur, but he wouldn't allow it because he had already lost his mother and couldn't bear to lose his girl.

He told Grover not to let you follow him and instructed him to take you safely to camp.

The air in the forest was thick with tension as Percy and you faced off against the looming figure of the Minotaur. Determination burned in your veins as you gripped your weapon tightly, ready to fight alongside Percy.

But before you could make a move, Percy's voice cut through the silence, firm and commanding. "Grover, take Y/N back to camp. Keep her safe," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Your heart sank as you realized what he was saying. "Percy, I can help. We can fight this thing together," you protested, your voice trembling with emotion.

"I need you to stay safe, Y/N," Percy said, his tone unusually severe. "Grover will take you to camp. I can't lose you."

Tears welled up in your eyes, the raw emotion of the situation hitting you like a tidal wave. "I can't just stand by and do nothing while you face that monster alone."

Percy shook his head, a mixture of frustration and fear in his gaze. "Y/N. I can't risk losing you. Not after what happened to my mom."

A heavy silence settled between you two, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Percy cupped your face gently, his eyes searching yours. "I need you to trust me, okay? Grover will take care of you."

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you nodded reluctantly. "Just promise me you'll be safe, Percy."

He gave you a solemn look before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "I promise. Now go with Grover. I'll find you after this is over."

Grover approached, his expression mirroring the somber mood. "We should go, Y/N."

After that, you swore to yourself that the next time you saw Percy, you would tell him you liked him. That seemed like the smartest thing to do.

As Percy stirred awake, his eyes met yours, and a small smile played on his lips. "Hey, beautiful girl," he greeted, a newfound warmth in his tone.

You blushed at the endearing nickname he had given you, but concern soon took over. "I thought I was going to lose you," you admitted, holding a small cup of ambrosia-infused nectar.

His expression softened, his hand reaching for yours. "You're not getting rid of me that easily."

Relief washed over you, and you laughed, playfully nudging his shoulder. "Good. Because there's something I need to tell you."

Percy raised an eyebrow, curious. "What's that?"

He looked at you with curiosity, encouraging you to continue. With a deep breath, you confessed, "I... I really like you."

Percy's eyes lit up, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "You do?" he asked, as if surprised by the revelation.

You nodded, a shy smile gracing your lips. "Yeah, Percy, I really do."

"Well, beautiful girl, I think you're stuck with me now," he declared, a playful glint in his eyes. As you leaned in closer, he gently pulled you to lie beside him on the bed. When you rested your head against his chest, Percy winced in pain.

"Careful," he joked, "I just survived a Minotaur. Your head might be more dangerous than that."

You chuckled softly, and Percy couldn't help but smile despite the discomfort. "You know," he mused, "your laughter is my favorite sound in the whole world."

[avocado-writing]

Avo please I need Pregnant reader x DP&W headcanons 😩 I love both these men so much. I just wanna a little life with them. These men have been through so damn much. Let them have some softness in their life.

I don’t really want kids but good lord- if they asked me too, I would push out an entire hockey team for them

Wade is so fucking happy when you tell him you're pregnant. They've been trying to knock you up for ages now, about damn time it worked!

Logan is pleased too but he's a little more... reserved about it. Doesn't want to run around telling everyone like Wade does. It's hard for him to embrace happiness, because he's so used to it slipping through his fingers. Get past your first trimester and he's able to start smiling about it though.

Expect to always be sitting down. If you get up to do something, one of them will be gently guiding you back to your seat. "Sweetie you sit your fine pregnant ass right back down, I'll get whatever you need. Soda? Chips? A whole tub of Ben & Jerry's?" or a softer, "Stay there baby, I'll grab it."

One of them is always with you, like a fucking guard dog. They're dangerous men after all, who knows who might be looking for them? Usually you can handle yourself but they have an extra reason to worry now.

Al makes it very clear she does not want a baby in the apartment (can you blame her?) so you have to find a new home. It's an added stress for you so the boys usually go out scouting. Eventually you're able to find a cute little place to afford with the three of you (being in a polycule is the only way to make rent these days)

You love to spend those days doing up baby's room and singing silly little songs as you do it. "Am I gonna paint your nursery green or yellow, who knows... ���" If one of them catches you, they'll lean against the doorframe and watch you with absoloute heart-eyes.

Logan's been around for long enough that he's had experience with young kids before, so when you or Wade panic about something, he's usually the one to temper it. Reminds you that you'll both be fine.

Wade never shuts the fuck up talking to your bump. Truly, a stream of consciousness about the world to baby. Gets little Deadpool onesies for them too, because he thinks they're cute. Logan is quieter, hand on your belly, a quiet few sentences just so they know that he has a voice and it's not just Wade.

They're pretty good when you go into labour. Wade panics a bit but Logan hits him with a look which implies that now is not the time, and he buckles down. Delivery goes smoothly. It's great to have two guys who can heal their bones when you need to grip down on something as you push.

And when you get home? Crib is barely used. Baby is pretty much always in someone's arms: Wade's who's always babbling to baby's delight; Logan's solid embrace as he hums quietly; against your chest as you whispered how loved they are.

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[azullumi]

"to your never, to my nothings" ; phainon

premise— he had never known the extent of his affection, of his adoration, until he had looked for you everywhere he went, searching for a semblance of you in a crowd. an unfortunate thing, however, as everyone knows that he likes you, except you.  content tags & warnings — pairing: phainon x gn!reader | one-sided pining (somehow), fluff, v3.0 trailblaze mission mentioned and used, lovesick phainon i advocate, reader is a normal citizen, phainon worries about reader, not proofread | wc: 1.4k | tagging: @felibrary

"jellyfish" — i hit my shin against the edge of the table while i was writing this and i nearly died

Not a single person is unaware of the affections a certain Chrysos Heir holds towards you.

The three children who bear different smiles were the first to notice—subtle, fleeting glimpses that betrayed PHAINON's carefully composed facade. They see the gleam in his eyes, talking—or gossiping—it among themselves even as he stands right there, lips pressed into a thin line, unable to protest without confirming their suspicions. The heat creeping up his neck is answer enough.

He can’t say anything against it, but only asking them to not tell anyone about it, albeit they tease him further. However, nothing can escape the golden threads of a certain demigod as the man found himself conversing in a topic about the weight of his feelings and the weight of his responsibility.

Then guess what happens after? Yes, news travels fast—like wildfire carried by the idle breeze—reaching Mydei because how come he also has something to say?

And of course; “Lord Phainon, your ears are red.” The lady, adorned with flowers, would say as they walked away from your store after the man himself insisted that he had to check on something, on you. Phainon brushes it off, muttering something about the weather being unusually warm. Albeit his deflection is as transparent as glass and the only thing helping him is the fact that he's a step ahead and Castorice couldn’t see the red that dusts his cheek.

He knows he adores you, and perhaps it is a terrible thing that he loves you more than he loves himself, because your name itself reverberates through the hollow chambers of a heart that beats only for you, his thoughts composing a fine melody that yearns for you to feel the same. And when the Titan of Strife had come to strike the city, the tremble of his fingers and the falter of his composure disturbed the calm waters of his gaze. 

“The city is under attack!”

The sound of rubble crashing down, a cloud of dust and thick smoke consuming the place, chaos and screams everywhere filling all of his senses. His eyes flick over from one place to another, his feet never stopping as he runs, brandishing his blade against titankins who stand in his way. His gaze searched for you amidst the fire and debris but you were nowhere to be found; he had asked citizens for any sights of you and got nothing at the same.

Fear seeps into his skin, violently clawing and numbing him, an icy grip tightening around his chest. But before he could let the feeling consume him, a fragile, desperate voice pierces through the haze of destruction.

“Phainon!” His head whips around so quickly you fear it could have snapped in half. A blur of smoke and shattered concrete, and then, you’re there. Relief washed over him like a violent wave and he nearly dropped his claymore at once; the heavy weight that dragged his footsteps against pavement became light, his legs moving before his mind could catch up, and before you could even comprehend it, you’re pulled in a tight embrace.

“You’re alright.” He says, low and breathless, his voice trembling as words stumble out, scratched with exhaustion and raw relief. You feel him relax as you pat his back, comforting him as the warmth of his own spill into yours. 

Phainon releases you moments after, his hands lingering as he checks up on you for any wounds you might have. His expression doesn’t relent and you have to reassure him that you’re fine—but he doesn’t believe you, not until he’s certain with his own eyes. However, his fingers brush against a spot on your arm, and before you can stifle it, a wince slips past your lips.

Thus, he sees it—a gash that begins from your forearm, extending to near your elbow, and his face tightens with a grimace. You jerk your arm away instinctively, turning from him to hide the wound, and the gesture cuts deeper than you intend. His lips part, trembling slightly, trying to find the words to say.

His hand tries to reach for you but it simply hangs in the air, hesitation lingering in his bones, and it falls away to his side.

“Phainon,” You say firmly, your gaze stilling on him, laced with conviction as if nothing he will say will move you. “ I’m okay, but there are others who are not.”

“But—”

“You must go.”

He is reminded of his responsibility once more, of the constant voice of his duty whispering against his ear, of the weight of the prophecy and his title—it draws a blatant line between you and him, making him fearful to cross it.

A bitter smile crosses your lips when you see his reluctance, your voice taking on a gentler tone when you speak: “It’s alright, I’ll be fine, so don’t worry about me.” Your words don't scour the tension on his shoulders but it managed to carve away the sharp edges of his worry. Not entirely, but enough. He exhales a slow, weary sigh—a quiet surrender—and steps closer. 

Without a word, Phainon tears a strip of fabric from his cape, the sound of ripping cloth sharp against the quiet between you. The chaos, the sound of destruction around you seem to have faded into nothing as the world holds its breath for the two of you. 

His hands move with practiced care, fingers steady despite the storm lingering behind his eyes. He wraps the makeshift bandage around your wound, his touch feather-light, as if afraid you might shatter under the weight of it. His brows furrowed with concentration, but there’s a softness there too, woven into the way he avoids pressing too hard, the way his thumb brushes over your skin like an apology he can’t speak aloud. All the while, you watch him, listening as he tells you to look for the High Priest, Tribios, for safety.

You don’t say a word, instead, you just nod, because it’s easier than admitting the fear clawing at your ribs. His hand hovers near yours, as if he wants to say more, do more—but instead, he steps back, leaving a hollow space where his warmth had just been.

And he leaves.

But you, the recipient of these affections, however, is oblivious. The very person who mistakes every small gesture, every stolen glance, every carefully chosen word, as nothing more than the courtesy of a Chrysos Heir fulfilling his duty. You dismiss his offers of assistance with casual gratitude, his thoughtful gifts as tokens of mere friendship. You brush off the moments when his gaze lingers too long, the way his voice softens when it’s your name on his lips.

“You’re a great friend, Phainon.” You’ve told him once. Friend. Friend. The word itself echoes, clinging to the corners of his mind, a bittersweet anthem that both comforts and torments. He wears the title with a quiet resignation, even as his soul yearns for more.

But who was he to expect more? After all, he’s not pursuing you with grand gestures or bold confessions, the way love stories are. Yet, it’s the small things that betray him—the quiet, unnoticed acts that slip through the cracks of his careful restraint.  Like how he willingly takes the longest routes, detours woven into his path with the fragile hope of glimpsing you by chance. Like how his hands seem to find trinkets and gifts that remind him of you, delicate offerings tucked into his pockets until he can gather the courage to present them, just to see that fleeting smile bloom on your lips.

And it is never for the hope of you liking him back. But surely, surely you should notice.

Maybe it’s the way his voice falters slightly when he says your name, or how his gaze softens in a crowd when he finds you, like a lighthouse catching sight of home. Maybe it’s the silence between his words, filled with everything he wishes he could say but can't because his feelings are messy, irrational things—and yet, here he is, drowning in them.

Maybe it’s the way he stands a little too close, but not close enough, like the distance is both a comfort and a curse. 

But you don’t notice. And perhaps you never will.

Yet, even if his words remain unheard, even if his gestures remain unseen, even if you’ll never know, he finds solace in being able to adore you from afar. The fire consumes him quietly, burning bright and unseen, tucked beneath the layers of his being. And he carries it quietly, like a secret melody only he can hear—serene, enduring, and his alone, etched not in words, but in the spaces between.

© AZULLUMI. plagiarism of any form and type, stealing, copying, translating, reposting my works on other platforms is NOT permitted.

[little-fae-hero]

Linked Universe, The Hero of Legend

My headcanons/aus

Art by Atro

Colored version.

Long talk/Ideas under the cut, warning for slightly dark topics. (Note: I may add stuff over time, but nothing will be deleted from the list)

Twilight. Wind. Time. Hyrule. Four. Sky. War. Wild.

Legend (A link to the past, Link’s awakening, oracle ages & seasons, A link between worlds). Other nicknames: The veteran, grumpy pants, Mr. Hero, Hylia’s bastard, Zelda’s Twin.

Hero’s title: Hero of the past, Hero of Koholint, Hero of the Oracles, Hero of Holodrum, Hero of Labrynna, Hero of Lorule.

God that has claim over his soul: Hylia

Part of First’s soul: Caution

History:

The first adventure was a Link to the past, after defeating Ganon it was revealed to Link that he was not only Zelda’s twin but the biological child of Hylia, the golden goddess. Link didn’t want to believe it so he hopped on a ship and left, leading him to koholint. The wind fish picked Legend for his divine blood to help wake him.

Both saving the orcales came from Link not wanting to be home, however after the second one he was convinced bad stuff would happen where he went so he opted to go home and retire.

Later, hyrule was attacked leaving Link alone to rescue it. He also meets a mysterious merchant called Ravio who basically becomes his roommate. It’s revealed Ravio and his sister, Hilda are Link and Zelda counterparts with their mother being a goddess, the Lorule version of Hylia. The humans of that world wanted to get rid of their triforce, basically destroying and corrupting the gods that once protected them.

Link uses the triforce and wishes for their triforce back, saving Lorule. Originally they destroyed their ability to travel between worlds. However, both Link and Ravio wishing for the other plus their demigod blood allows Ravio to travel back to Hyrule. Link tried to avoid doing another big adventure after that, just helping people like you should before he ripped away to LU. 

Death: Legend lives a longer life then most heroes because of his demigod nature, he’s able to see Fable’s granddaughter start to grow up. However his grandniece was curse and the palace taken over by a prince, hell bent on power. Legend at 70 years old ends up running away from Hyrule, taking many magical items with him. Eventually his age catches up with him and lays in a cave, where he passes.He stays as a spirit to give Hyrule his sword to help him survive.

Interest stuff/Headcanons:

Being a demigod is stained on Legend’s body, mostly by his hair which will flow like water when magic is used or high emotions, or faint tattoos that cover his face and body.

All gods have those tattoos when posing as humans, hence why their children have them. However, most are so faint, only about a shade lighter than their skin tone that they are unnoticeable unless in the right light. But they glow when their natural magic is used.

Because of this, Legend refuses to use any of his natural magic, often relying on magical items and jewelry, playing himself off as a lucky adventurer.

He loves jewelry also because of how shiny it is.

The mermaid tail he can get was because of his mother, as one of her domains is water.

Because of the Mermaid tail thing, he can’t really wear pants sense there's a risk of them being destroyed if he hits water.

Legend despises being Hylia’s son and technically a prince, especially since most see male children of the royal family as a curse waiting to happen.

Legend really loved Koholint, he wasn’t a demigod, he didn’t have any weird powers or random quest. It was so bad that if it wasn’t for his mother’s blessing he likely would have drowned.

The only reason Legend woke the Windfish and broke the pocket realm that he came to love was because of Marin.

Koholint was a pocket realm, populated by people that was close enough to the Windfish resting place. Legend doesn’t know this and spent his next couple of adventures looking for Marin, as he physically had some items given to him by her.

Because of Marin he actually uses what little magic leaks out around him and grows the flowers she kept in her hair, always keeping one on him. 

You can follow Legend’s path with ease as the flowers mark where he has rested.

He can play any instrument you hand him.

Legend form in dark areas, a pink rabbit, because rabbits are one his mother animals. He despises this of course.

Legend normally is very untrusting after his first two adventures, however something about Ravio made the hero trust him.

Ravio looks exactly like him, same weird faint markings, same face, same body. It’s just the colors that are wrong.

Legend keeps everything from his adventures with the mentality of ‘I rather have it and not need it than need it and not have it.’

Because of his mother, Legend picks up on languages and puzzles very easily. It only takes him about a week in a new area before he can speak and read it.

Despite having the Triforce of Courage, Legend’s counterpart Ravio, actually has the Lorule Triforce of Wisdom.

All his adventures have him plagued by nightmares; Legend has to use a bit of magic to get a restful sleep.  

He’s good at finding maps and keys, as well as places to eat.

While it’s really hard to poison him, he can still taste the food. So could he eat rotten food, yes, will he? no.

Legend has joint pain, mainly from refusing to use his magic to heal wounds and waiting until he had potion or fairies, the time left its mark.

He has a soft spot for rabbits and seagulls. 

Legend is the one who gave Hyrule his first sword. After his death is spirit remained trying to save Hyrule, and ending up looking after the hero as a merchant.

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Legend is done, let me know you thoughts.

[dreamdragonkadia]

p. jackson x reader

No one really plans to take naps. They simply happen.

When you woke up that day, a nap wasn't anywhere on your agenda. You’d stretched, yawned, and promised yourself you’d be productive — help in the camp kitchens, spar with some of the Ares kids, maybe even avoid getting soaked by Percy at least once today. But then the strawberry fields called your name, as they often did. You wandered there on instinct, the sunlight lazily warming your skin, the breeze brushing against your face like an old friend. Nymphs hummed to themselves somewhere in the distance, and if that wasn’t the perfect recipe for drowsiness, what was?

You didn’t even remember deciding to head back to Cabin Three. It’s like your body already knew where you were going — drawn in by the cool shade and the smell of sea salt lingering in the air. And yeah, maybe you knew it was Percy’s bed. But it wasn’t like he was using it, and the way the sheets practically smelled like summer tides and him? Well, you were a goner.

The gentle crash of waves outside the cabin lulled you under, the faint scent of seawater and laundry soap comforting enough to ease your eyelids shut. Your body, still warm from the walk, pressed into the cool mattress, and for a moment, everything felt right. Like the whole camp, the whole world, could just pause and let you breathe.

And apparently, you weren’t the only one who thought so.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when the shift of the bed startled you awake — just a little. The mattress dipped under Percy’s weight, and you blinked, still stuck somewhere between a dream and the present. You cracked one eye open in time to see him flop face-first next to you, half-damp from the lake and looking as exhausted as you felt.

“You’re in my spot,” he mumbled, though he didn’t make a single move to kick you out.

You thought about apologizing. You really did. But then he sighed — deep and content — and somehow, his arms found their way around you like this was the most natural thing in the world.

“Move over,” he grumbled softly, but instead of actually moving you, he just pulled you closer.

Oh. You were screwed.

You tried to ignore how solid he felt, how warm. The cool of the cabin had long since kissed away the heat of your skin, but Percy? Percy radiated it like a furnace, especially when his hands slid under the hem of your shirt, resting there absentmindedly against your waist.

“You’re like a human heater,” you muttered, more to yourself than him.

“Mmm,” was all he managed in reply, already drifting off.

And you should’ve fought it, really. You should’ve said something like, Hey, Seaweed Brain, maybe I should go back to my cabin. But with his thumb absentmindedly tracing circles against your skin, the sound of waves outside, and Percy’s breathing next to your ear, you were hopeless.

Two demigods lulled into the embrace of slumber — the world outside could’ve crumbled, and you wouldn’t have noticed.

But you were still awake enough to catch the faintest smile on Percy’s lips when you whispered, “You know, you’re kind of clingy.”

“You love it,” he murmured back, half-asleep.

And unfortunately? You really did.