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The lil's Helping in Class

P.E

Vargas: (lil'Special Forces!Yuu strapped to his chest) Today we'll focus on endurance training while running laps.

Student: Sir you have a baby on you.

Vargas: you are mistaken (reveals lil'disciplinary officer!Yuu on his back) I have two babies on me! And they will provide support to everyone.

Lil' Special Forces!Yuu: Run faster!

Lil' Disciplinary Officer!Yuu: Slackers will be punished!

Potions

Crewel: An important part of making potions is knowing how to clean up properly for risk adverse effects.

Lil' Maid!Yuu: (inside a cauldron, scrubbing it) cleanup~clean up~Everybody everywhere~

Lil' Tailor!Yuu: (trying to put on lab gear but it's way too big) I'm dressed now papa.

Crewel: See you should follow their example. Model students.

History

Trein: Please speak clearly when reading you're essay. You must be understandable to the entire class and keep their attention. The children are nodding off.

Student: but sir, they are literal toddlers. They don't know how to read let alone understand this.

Lil' Writer!Yuu: (drawing pictures of what's happening) Then the princess married the princy.

Lil'Noble!Yuu: Soooo, boring. He's wrong anyways.

Lil'Writer!Yuu: Really? hehe, he's getting a bad grade. Right papa?

Trein: Very right sweetie.

Nurses Office

Dr. Lazarus: (passed out after drinking decaf)

Student: Can't you just wake up the nurse?

Lil' Nurse!Yuu:(in lab coat and glasses) I am nurse. Now hold still. Now. Check his head!

Lil'Marine Biologist!Yuu:(checks temperature) he's cold.

Lil' Nurse!Yuu: He's sick! Get me a needle!

Lil'Vet!Yuu: Yay! Needle!

Student: no no no! I just need a bandage!

Lil' Nurse!Yuu: Oh, oke. Get the bandages.

(The three will monsters begin sloppily wrapping the student in bandages around his head, arms, and legs)

Lil'Marine Biologist!Yuu: Better now?

Student: (looking at three sets of puppy dog eyes, unable to deny them) Yep...all better. (Hobbles out the room wrapped like a mummy.)

Music

Vater Goldlace: I expect you to sing perfectly on pitch. That is if you don't want to wake the baby. The lullaby must be done right or you'll wake them and if you wake them from their nap after it took me two hours to put them down I will fail all of you.

Lil' Gardener!Yuu: (sleeping lightly while being held)

The unlucky Student who has to do the solo in "Golden Afternoon": Oh, god.

Sam Shop

Student: 20 madol.

Lil'Delivery Kid!Yuu: ...

Lil'Jester!Yuu: You better do better than that.

Student: Okay, 23.

Lil'Delivery Kid!Yuu: ...wa

Lil'Jester!Yuu: they're getting mad.

Student: fine 25!

Lil'Delivery Kid!Yuu: WHAAAA!

Student:Okay I'll give you anything! 30 madol! Just stop crying before Sam-

Sam: Are you bullying me little imps? You know there's an extra charge for that.

Lil'Jester!Yuu: I told him that Daddy. He didn't listen.

Sam: I know Jest. That's 40 madol boy.

Student:(running)fine take it. I'm sorry!

Lil'Chef!Yuu: (Holding bottle) It's food time.

Lil'Delivery Kid!Yuu:(starts drinking)

Sam: You get so cranky when you are hungry.

The Headmaster Office

Crowley: This week's meeting begins now since everyone is here.

Student: Why is that thing staring at us?

Lil'(???)!Yuu: ( staring into his soul)

Crowley: Don't acknowledge them, I've been trying to train them to stop.

Lil'(???)!Yuu: (eyes oozing black ink)

Student: Please stop them. I'm scared.

Crowley: (sighs) They are just trying to get a reaction. Don't look you'll encourage them.

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blep24 · 1 year ago

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Luke x reader with luke being like “who did this to you” maybe reader gets hurt or someone makes them cry and luke goes ballistic or smth

concerned — luke castellan

pairing: luke castellan x gn!reader (no specific pronouns used)

warnings: really really short and just cute concerned luke 🤗

a/n: if you can't tell i watched mamma mia today and am making it my WHOLE personality (also sorry to anyone named camden)

masterlist !

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you weren't sure why you let a stupid guy's words get to you. especially when that stupid guy is camden lewis from hephaestus' cabin.

earlier in archery you kept overhearing him talk about a moment from lunch. you had tripped over someone's foot, and your lunch went all over the middle of the mess hall floor. most campers were nice enough to help you up, grab the mess, and ask if you were okay. but camden and his idiotic friends just had to bring it up again in archery.

you were too preoccupied with finding your (luke's) jacket that you swore was somewhere in your cabin. you had stormed inside after camden made you cry, and then continued to make a comment about that.

searching for the jacket was a good enough distraction for you. however you were too distracted since you missed the sound of your boyfriend's footsteps echoing through the cabin.

"hey, just the girl i was looking for," he starts, but you can't help but wipe your cheeks of any remains of tears. "hey, hey what's wrong?" luke's beside you now, and you can't help but cry more.

"who did this to you?" both of his hands go to your cheeks, as he wipes the tears away.

"camden. he said a couple things in archery about the whole lunch mishap. really luke, it's okay, i'm okay," you busy yourself by fiddling with your rings.

"i'm gonna kill him," you try and stop luke, try to grab his wrist, but he's walking out of the cabin too fast. he was going to confront the bully, and you knew you couldn't do anything about it.

you loved luke, and loved how he cared for you, in such strange ways.

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blep24 · 1 year ago

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Baby dragon 🐉🍼 playfighting with papa. He suddenly stops, turns away, and saunters to mama to drink milk for about a minute, then walks back to his casually waiting papa and immediately goes into fury mode.

It's supposed to be playfighting with an emphasis on play, but the baby seems to be taking things a bit too personally. When he lands a biiiiiig MONCH on papa's thigh, 🐉 lands on his knees and pretends to die. 🐉🍼 sniffs him and nudges him with his snout, but when papa doesn't respond, he starts crying and tries every odd type of magic he knows to try and revive him.

Papa wakes, so baby, with his tail uncontrollably and violently wagging from happiness, lunges at him and whines and whines as if to say he's sorry.

🌸, after the little debacle: "Why do you enjoy scaring him like that... Is that part of dragon parenting too?"

🐉: "Why yes, he needs to know how it feels like to be protective and fight for the things he cares for-- you. But I also felt constantly acting as his pretend enemy might actually make him think I am his nemesis..."

🌸: "So were you satisfied when he cried after "defeating" you?"

🐉: "I was actually thinking that that would be a good opportunity to check if he instinctively knows healing spells, but magic to knead dough, to freeze milk, or to see through a box-- I believe he uses that one to check if an ice cream container really contains ice cream-- does not really cut it."

🐉: "But when he ran out of spells and started begging in dragon tongue to not leave you and him alone... Well, I believed that was magic fit enough to actually return me back to life."

🌸, laughing: "He really takes after you."

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blep24 · 1 year ago

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he's so real

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Annabeth: Have you guys seen Percy and Y/N? They still have things to do.

Leo: No, haven’t seen them since the storm started

Jason and Piper: Since the sto- NO!

Meanwhile, Percy and Y/N standing in the middle of a thunderstorm with an iron shovel raised high: STRIKE US DOWN ZEUS, YOU DON’T HAVE THE BALLS!!

Honestly, been there done that, but it was a metal tipped umbrella instead of a shovel.

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blep24 · 1 year ago

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child of apollo!reader who glows in the dark and so whenever them and leo are together they are literally the equivalent of the sun

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blep24 · 1 year ago

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something out of my dreams | luke castellan

pairing : luke castellan x dionysus!reader

request: could you possibly write a luke x daughter of dionysus please? maybe she’s like super nice and when percy gets to camp she becomes like an older sister and luke is super whipped for her? @elz-zalarrr

IN WHICH — all he knows is that you were something out of his dreams.

"trust him like a brother, yeah, you know i did one thing right. starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest night" - t.s.

w.c. 1.8k

warning(s) : cheesiness ゜✭・.

✩ ‧₊˚ author's note okay i've begun to realize that low-key i feel like i write in cursive if that makes sense? if a feeling could describe it i'd say its like using poetry to write? that's likely not any better lol :)

there was but one person that everyone could agree they adored at camp half blood.

it didn't matter what grudge who had with whom or what ancient rivalries transcended the ideals of reality, everyone loved you. not the typical type of brittle love that crumbled at the slightest of touches, but pure adoration that endured the sands of time.

you with the gentle soul, who healed others with each laugh and smile. when new half-godlings were brought to camp, you made sure to comfort them and make them understand that they belonged here and would find a home whether they wanted to or not. you made sure that no birthday was forgotten, no deed undone.

children of minor gods or elders, of Ares or Aphrodite, you became an older sister to all who needed you. you, the daughter of fertility and chaos, the god dionysius.

there was no debate that at camp half blood there was only a before you and an after you. you were like that high right before the free fall–invincibility and smoke and curiosity wrapped into the form of a demi-god. you were the gentle breeze during summer nights when the heat became too much. and none ached more to feel it than luke castellan, who had been burning for as long as he knew.

your relationship in itself was tentative, you danced around your feelings–scared one wrong touch or word would break the shaky, fine line that lay between you two. but you could not hide the way you loved the other to yourselves nor the children of the beings of divine blood.

luke castellan loved you like the stars would fall out of the sky with one harsh touch, free and incandescently self-destructive. like you were a wild, wonderful thing out of a fantasy.

you loved him like there was no hell or heaven but the cosmos that lay in his eyes and the worlds that lay in his soul. something so sacred and rare. a love so true and mortal it put all the greek tragedies to shame.

you knew that whatever you and him were made of, in every lifetime or the next you two were made for each other.

loving luke castellan would be both your redemption and destruction in the making, your elysium for whatever good thing you had done in your previous life.

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you first met percy jackson when he came to camp, he was a scared little thing who had just lost his mother when the veil between reality and deception flickered. everything he’d known came crumbling as quickly as the truth was uncovered: gods and monsters were real and played games of hell and heaven on earth. some thing about him called out to the vulnerability you once knew when you first came to camp so you made it your mission to be the sister he never had.

you met him at the front of the steps of the main office, “my name is y/n, percy jackson. welcome to camp halfblood.”

“do you just somehow know everyones name,” he raised his eyebrows at you.

“yes.” no, but you supposed it’d be fun to let him think that.

“of course you do.”

“come along, i’ll show the ins and outs here. if you're nice enough, i might let you in on the cook's secret stash of blue ice cream,” you laughed out.

he contemplated his choices before grabbing your outstretched hand and shaking it, “deal.”

you showed him who to avoid and the best people to befriend. the history between your kind and why the gods were as they were. the truth behind his bloodline and the legacy that he was now responsible for. the tribulations and the pain that was cursed to follow the children of the gods.

“and this is chris. the best person to ask if you need to know what plants are poisonous,” you say, introducing him to a guy with black hair and soft eyes.

percy looks at chris before looking around to see where the hermes boy is, “we’ve met. he was with luke when he was showing me around”

you’re cheeks heated at the mention of his name; looking around to see if you can spot the familiar tan skin and soft eyes that belong to your luke.

“oh! luke! yeah, he’s around here somewhere. he’s sly like that, wandering and then popping up the next second.”

a voice pipes up behind you suddenly, “y/n, already telling percy everything about me?”

you whirl around and there he stands in all his glory with the curls you love and the sun in his eyes. your golden boy.

“just telling him the truth, castellan. you’re hard to get a hold of sometimes.”

a hue of pink covers his cheeks, “i’m never far from you.”

both of you oblivious to percy and chris who seem to be conversing about you both and the tip-toe dance you play.

percy just wonders what’s happening here: firstly, luke is looking at you like you’ve hung the moon and the stars and that’s saying something because he has shit observation skills–his analysis essays can attest to that. secondly, he swears he can see hearts in his eyes from where he’s standing and is that…is that a blush?

he turns to chris, who is just staring at the two like it's not out of the normal for what’s happening, “what’s happening here? is he blushing?”

chris just nods, “yeah. luke’s kinda–very obviously to everyone–in love with y/n. if i didn’t know better i’d say she’s gotten him insane in love. very likely as her dad’s the god of insanity.”

he turns back to the two who are laughing and standing closer than before, “like super, super in love. if there was a word for love, luke’s found it”

“huh.”

chris says it like it’s common knowledge like how the best food is blue jelly beans, “i mean i ship it, y/n’s the sweetest person around here–the type of person people write songs about. she’s like a sister to us older ones and a mother to the younger ones. the whole camp is waiting for him to just man up and ask y/n. they make each other happy, you know?”

“yeah, i think i do.”

percy thinks it’s something the poets would write about.

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fridays are capture the flag days.

you’re not the type of person to engage in these types of games all that often but you suppose there’s a first time for everything. someone’s got to show the percy boy how it’s played.

“okay, percy. remember, keep your senses open and make sure that no one gets close enough to engage. once they engage, it’s hard to fight them off.”

all around you two, people have begun to don their armor and raise arms. the sun has just reached its height and you’re huddled together discussing your gameplan. even though your cabin house is pretty small, you’ve joined athena and hermes for this game.

percy’s voice rises a little high as he tries swinging his sword around only to drop it, “yeah, okay. i’ll just try not to die, i guess. that’s not like hard or anything.”

“just follow my lead and if i’m not here find luke.”

you're not exactly excited about percy’s odds. the kid is lanky as is and his sassiness doesn’t help him out much when others target him for it.

that’s exactly why you’re gone to his rescue when he nearly gets hit in the face by a spear after he insulted one of the boys from house ares.

your heel nearly buckles under a sharp hit after you block the attack that’s directed to percy. you manage to reset your heel and push the sword off before you drop down into a crouch and sweep the legs of the warrior in front of you.

unfortunately you're slightly too focused on what’s in front of you and protecting percy you don’t realize that someones charging toward you from the side.

fortunately, a block from a familiar sword stops any attack that might meet you head on. no sooner do you hear the block that luke’s got the other guy on the floor and surrendering.

you grin at him, “i had that handled.”

giving you that grin that makes you feel like your future's right in front of you, he replies: “i’m sure you did. but why let you deal with him when i can save you the trouble.”

“why don’t you go and help annabeth win the games, romeo.”

he gives you a wink, throwing a quick ‘yes ma’am’ before he’s already running off again.

no sooner than later, a quick gong resounds throughout the camp, concluding the games. you’re standing slightly battered while percy walks behind you pointing out all the flowers he’s found. you definitely need to teach him how to defend himself.

the players are just trickling in for the woods they’ve been fighting in to reband together and in the distance you see a figure running toward you.

holding onto the flag, he continues to look at you like you’re everything he’s ever needed to breathe. he’s taken his helmet off and you can finally see him fully: brown eyes and all dimples.

“see you’ve found the flag.”

he takes a couple of steps closer to you until only two steps separate him and you, “yeah, someone told me to go win the game so I did just that for her”.

“really now?”

he whispers, “yeah.”

his eyes twinkle and you’ve never wanted anything more than to continue to stare at them.

you hope he’ll make the next move but luke castellan, the boy you’ve fallen for in every lifetime, is always content to admire you.

so, you take those two next steps, grab him by his neck, and press your lips to his.

he stands shocked for a minute, wondering if what’s happening is really happening. but no sooner, he’s dropped the flag on the grass and holds you like your the greatest treasure he’s ever had.

there’s a certain type of tragedy that your golden boy tastes like, fire and freedom all in this moment. it’s the price of redemption and damnation that you’re willing to pay.

to him, it’s the stars aligning like you’d will them to–the power you held and every thing he’s ever needed. your his past, future, and present: the threads in his life giving him the one thing he’s ever wanted. something he’s only ever dreamed of.

he pulls back slightly before murmuring, “in every lifetime or the next, i am yours. i don’t know what i did to deserve you. you’re something only out of my dreams, y/n.”

"you sap"

you just kiss him again, ignoring all the campers and those still trickling in.

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“definitely a child of dionysius. she’s reduced him to insanity,” pipes up percy as he tears off the petals of the flower he holds in his hand.

chris just grabs a flower and continues to rip the petals off like the boy beside him.

“damn straight!” shouts luke toward the two.

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blep24 · 1 year ago

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Sunshine and Midnight Rain

Luke Castellan x Apollo kid!Reader

word count: 851

summary: Luke castellan and the daughter of apollos love story

a/n: “remember who the enemy is” IM TRYING

Luke Castellan held your heart since the day you met, and you held his.

You arrived at camp a few months after Luke. You were one of the lucky ones, claimed within an hour of being there. Your godly father is Apollo, god of poetry, the sun, music, narcissism, idiocy, stupidity, all that. You had assumed the gods would act superior to all, no matter if they were or weren’t. But Apollo was on a completely different level. You didn’t know why he had taken such a liking to you.

“You remind him of himself,” Your half sister, Kayla, had told you, “an archer who never misses, healer who fixes every wound, gifted singer, and somehow picked up the lyre in a day. And yet, you still ask why Apollo loves you the most?”

“I wish he wouldn’t,” you twirl the golden arrow he gifted you.

“y’know, that hermes boy has been staring since the moment you stepped foot here,” she smiles, nodding to the tan boy sitting on a picnic table.

“Great, more attention,” you keep your sights on the boy, lucas? Luca, maybe?

“His name’s luke castellan,” kayla says, ah luke, that’s it.

“He’s handsome,” you say matter of factly.

“Don’t trust those Hermes boys, all they do is lie,” Kayla leans back and rolls her eyes.

“It’s a good thing I play the lyre.”

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“You’ve got a great shot,” a deep voice says from behind you.

You’ve been at the range for around an hour, it’s 4:30, you always practice when no one else is around.

“The whole reason why I come out here this early is so i can be alone,” sure, it sounds mean but you swear you’re not trying to be.

“Sorry, once I see you it’s hard to look away,” you’re not looking at him but you can tell me has the biggest smirk on his face.

“Funny,” you tell him bluntly.

You set down your bow, keeping the arrow in your hand, and sit on the nearby grass. He lays down beside you, you follow his lead and put your hands behind your head.

“That arrow, it’s like it’s made of the sun,” He says amazed.

“A gift from dear old dad. No matter how far I shoot it’ll always come back. Supposed to be a sign of his love or something. But I think he just constantly wants me to be annoyed by him,” you inform him possibly too much.

“Most people would be grateful if their godly parent cares that much,” he says.

“It’s different with Apollo, there is no such thing as true altruism with him,” you bite your inner lip.

“I get that, I’m just tryna say- Hermes never showed up for me, and I'd kill to just have him tell me he cares,” His eyes furrow.

“Guess we both have different priorities,” you smile.

“Opposites work best don’t they?” He smiles back.

“Isn’t it opposites attract?” You wonder.

“Hey, your words, not mine,” he laughs.

“That one’s Orion,” You point up at the constellation.

“He was always my favorite,” he adds.

“Mine has always been Cassiopeia, but you can never see her over here,” You look back up at the sky.

“That one’s Taurus, and then Sirius below, and Gemini above,” you point each of them out.

Even though he hums in acknowledgment his eyes are locked on you.

“You’re staring, again” You mention.

“I told you I can’t help it, especially when you glow like that,” he reaches out and touches your face.

You reach out and grab his hand, running your fingers against his slender digits.

“I’d like to be a constellation when I die, maybe my father will fulfill that wish,” you say to him.

“That’ll be my last wish too, we can lay in the stars together.”

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It’s been a day since Percy Jackson came to Camp Half-blood. It just so happens to be your favorite day of the year, capture the flag. You have led the archers on the blue team for years, you’d say you’re doing well for what you’re given. Besides your siblings in Apollo the rest of the kids weren’t as gifted in archery.

As the first conch shell blew you were preparing for your mock-battle. Annabeth in charge of the plan and Percy, Luke with company, and you with the archers. You knew you could, no- would win. The archers took the trees, helping stray company from the skies.

“Today feels like a winning kind of day?” Annabeth asks luke.

“I’ll see you on the other side,” He smiles.

“Luke!” You pull him aside for a moment.

You cup his face the best you can through his armor. “You don’t get hurt okay? I don’t feel like healing anymore wounds from you. Understand?”

“Oh but I love to see you healing” he holds your hand and smirks

“Archers! Move out!” You call your team, eyes still locked with his, smiling.

“so… you and her?” Percy asks the taller boy.

“how could I not? She's perfect. I mean, I genuinely believe I could live without the sun if I just had her.”

And maybe, just maybe, he could.

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call it what you want

luke castellan x reader — percy jackson and the olympians

[fem!daughter of aphrodite reader]

summary: he fell first, you fell harder, and all at once.

warning: tooth-rotting fluff. literally i think that’s it it’s just sickeningly cute

word count: 2.1k

(the luke brainrot is so real i wrote this at like 4am last night plsss)

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luke castellan thought you could have hung the stars in the sky. he wouldn’t know any different, nor would he care to find out. in his mind, you were perfect. the most perfect, in fact.

there was one person that no one could hate at camp, and that was you. a friend to all who’d have you, a sister to those who needed you, and whatever you were to luke.

not even you understood the nature of your relationship with him.

years of friendship slowly became changed, twisted, slightly more than you’d bargained for. it was a happy change. realising you were in love with luke castellan was an ever-continuous process—a little one day, a little more another. but for luke… gods, realising he was in love with you came as easy as breathing. every smile on your lips, every laugh, every surreptitious look across rooms set his heart aflame. fluttering, dancing, swirling.

it wasn’t like you didn’t love him. you did. you surely did. but time hadn’t been kind to your heart and children of aphrodite have never been truly lucky in love. helping others achieve their loves was more common. more often than not, you and your siblings were happy with just that.

“anyone you got your eye on?” you asked one day as you sat with luke on the dock. your bare feet dangled into the water, toes just touching the cool surface.

“maybe. maybe not. when are you leaving?” he avoided the question, gazing out at the water and squinting in the glare of the sun.

“two weeks. i’m staying for my birthday this year.” you looked over at him. “you can tell me who it is, you know? i won’t laugh, i promise.”

he shot you an exasperated look. “what makes you think there is someone, princess?”

you lean over and nudge his arm teasingly, missing the blush on his face. “you’ve been distracted lately. quiet. you smile more though, and i’ve seen you blushing. who is it?”

“maybe i’m sick. what if i’m dying, y/n? then what? you’re assuming i’m in love when i’m actually dying?”

you raised your hands mockingly. “hey, you’re the one who mentioned love, pal. not me. ask yourself about that one.”

he rolled his eyes and elbowed you gently with a soft smile. his smiles were always soft, you realised. gentle and kind—two words you’d use to describe luke castellan any chance you got. you looked at him in the sunlight. and pretty, you thought. gentle, kind and pretty.

late nights were always for thinking.

you’d had trouble sleeping since you were a kid. not just the typical demigod issues with nightmares, but difficulty falling asleep in the first place. when those times struck, and the late hours before midnight slipped by, your thoughts wandered.

as always, your thoughts circled a few items; your family, your friends, then, always, luke.

he was separate to your friends, always had been. you didn’t really know why.

gentle, kind and pretty, you recalled. it had been a few days since the lake and you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about who he was in love with. was there some person out there at camp who held his heart, truly and deeply? why did your chest ache? were you having a heart attack?

you pressed your fingers to your pulse point in concern, then pulled them away after a few seconds. you were fine. why did you feel like that?

no one ever said children of aphrodite weren’t oblivious to their own feelings.

time ticked by into the small hours of the morning, and still you couldn’t find sleep.

you rolled out of bed and stepped into your slippers, pulling a fluffy robe around your body and stepping out into the warm night. the air was still and calm, a juxtaposition to your whirling mind as you crossed the camp, stepping down paths and stepping over tree roots in a manner you’d memorised from countless treks on similar nights.

the hermes cabin was always warmer than your own, but tonight the heat was almost stifling. you could feel the heat heavy in the air as you breathed, and sweat beaded on your lip as you crossed the cabin silently to luke’s bed.

he was sleeping half sitting up, a colouring book and set of pencils splayed out on his lap. it was one you’d bought him for his birthday years ago. you had no idea he even used it.

quietly, you packed away the pencils and put them and the book on the side table. as you did, luke’s eyes cracked open. he frowned.

“y/n? are you okay?” he rubbed his eyes, sitting up straight and stretching his neck.

“can’t sleep,” you whispered.

he nodded and pushed his sheets off. he pulled a sweatshirt on and led you out of the cabin.

this was normal for you both. if one couldn’t sleep, you’d find the other and keep each other company until you felt you could rest. it was always nice knowing someone was there to talk to, or even just sit with. there was never resentment, never irritation from the other person. you would always come find each other. finding each other was like second nature to the two of you. you swore you could find luke in any situation, with your eyes closed, all your senses blotted out, by instinct and connection alone. you could find luke castellan without even a second thought.

you sat on the porch of the cabin with your legs hanging over the edge. luke’s legs were crossed.

“what are we doing for your birthday?” he asked finally.

you shrugged. “nothing, probably. maybe i’ll get some cake. i don’t know.”

“you didn’t do anything last year,” he protested. “you need to this year. it’s the big 18.”

“we didn’t do much for your eighteenth.”

he shrugged. “we did more than nothing, though, pretty girl. come on, we have to do something.”

you shook your head. “you wanna do something, you can plan it, pretty boy. i don’t mind.”

he sighed dramatically, leaning back and lying down on the rough wood. “fine. i will.”

you laughed quietly and lay back next to him, staring up at the wooden overhang above you.

you could feel his body heat against your arm as it lay between you. he was like a furnace, honestly, always radiating heat. it was nice in winter, but oftentimes stifling in summer. this was not one of those times. instead, you revelled in the closeness between you and almost—selfishly, confusingly—wished you were closer. maybe even close enough to touch.

your birthday was a quiet affair. your siblings wished you happy birthday and gave you a handful of small gifts, mostly beauty products and clothes that would fit you perfectly, even a cute bikini you put on under your clothes, and then you all went on with your day.

it was nice, honestly, getting well wishes but little attention. you needed no celebration or pizzazz, just friends, smiles and the occasional hug.

arms wrapped around your waist from behind. you yelped in shock and turned around, finding yourself face to face with luke. he had a bright smile on his face and a smudge of glitter on his cheek.

you reached up and ran your finger over it, trying gently to remove some to no avail. “you have glitter.”

“i have glitter everywhere. i guess that’s what you get for asking one of my siblings for wrapped paper.” he removed his arms from your waist to reveal a poorly wrapped gift in purple glittery paper.

you laughed, taking it. “i’m surprised you haven’t got more of it on you.”

“oh, believe me, princess, i do.” he cringed, stepping back slightly. “happy birthday.”

you smiled up at him and opened the present, ignoring the glitter sticking to your hands and the warmth in your chest and cheeks.

he thought you looked like the sun had come down to earth.

it was a colouring book and a set of pencils. you smiled widely and flipped through the pages, revealing beautiful art. “you remembered i wanted one?”

“yeah, mostly because you kept stealing mine to colour in,” he teased. “but of course i did.”

you reached out and hugged him. “thank you, luke!”

“come on,” he pulled back and took your hand. “present isn’t done yet.”

“what have you planned?” you groaned half-heartedly as he pulled you through camp, jogging slightly to keep up with his long strides.

“don’t sound so scared, princess, it’s a good thing. i promise.”

you just sighed with a smile and let him lead you to the dock.

there was a small basket at the end of it.

you gasped excitedly. “luke, you…”

“happy birthday, y/n.” he sat down and pulled you gently down to sit next to him. he opened the the picnic basket and handed you a sandwich and a mini juice box with a bashful grin. “i would’ve sprung for coke but mr d. has a monopoly on the stuff around here.”

you laughed slightly and began eating, sitting cross-legged and looking out at the lake. the sun beat down on your back and your entire body felt warm. you suddenly weren’t sure how much of that warmth was from the sun, and how much of it was from love.

love.

whoa.

you froze with your juice box halfway to your lips.

luke looked over at you. “you okay?”

you nodded slowly, eyes wide, and set down your juice and sandwich. “i wanna swim.”

he frowned. “okay? now?”

you nodded and stood up. you were wearing your new bikini anyway, so you just pulled your shirt over your head and dropped your shorts next to it. “you coming?”

his eyes were slightly wide, but he nodded and stood up, setting his food down too and removing his over clothes.

you sat down on the dock and slid into the water. it was cold, but more refreshing than shocking. you swam out a few paces as luke jumped in directly, the splash hitting you.

“luke!” you gasped as he surfaced.

he just laughed. “sorry, princess. you’re in the water anyway.”

you pouted at him, but couldn’t stay mad, instead, you watched him as he floated a few feet from you.

he looked confused. “are you okay? was it the sandwich?”

you shook your head. “the sandwich was fine. i’m just…” you pursed your lips and swam slightly closer. “was it me?”

he frowned even deeper. “was what you?”

“when i asked you the other day, you said you were in love with someone. was it me?”

you felt a little bad for putting him on the spot as he looked away, abashed, but when he looked back at you, eyes strong and jaw set, and said, “yes,” you didn’t regret a thing.

“why?” you asked before you could stop yourself.

“why not?” he shrugged. “why does the sun shine? why does the wind blow? just because that’s the way things are. and i guess… yeah, me being in love with you is the way it is.”

you were silent for a moment, a small smile on your face. “well, that’s good then. i’m not sure how long this has actually been a thing, luke castellan, but i guess that me being in love with you is also… just the way it is.”

he swam slightly closer, a smile breaking across his face. gentle, kind, pretty. “yeah?”

“yeah, pretty boy. now kiss me. it’s my birthday, after all.”

“yes ma’am,” he grinned. one of his hands slid around your waist, warm as ever in the cold water, and he pulled you closer to him. he savoured the moment for a beat, just studying your face, memorising the look in your eyes, the sun on your skin and the soft smile on your lips. then he pressed his lips to yours.

you finally understood what people meant when they said ‘fireworks’. they were right. kissing luke was like playing with fire or dancing in the rain, or watching christmas lights twinkle. it was exhilarating, sweet and safe all at the same time; pure and honest love. and he was one damn good kisser.

when he pulled away you were out of breath, treading water still. you swam backwards, pulling him with you by the hand on the back of his neck until you were in the cool shade of the dock, using it to keep you afloat. it was much colder under there, but at least now you had him to keep you warm.

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In a world of boys, he’s a gentleman

Luke Castellan x Apollo kid!reader

word count: a little over 1k

summary: you’ve had your heart broken many times, maybe the Hermes boy will be different

You have only ever wanted to be loved. For whatever reason you haven’t had much luck. Sure, there were many guys.

Callum from Ares. The only thing hotter than him was his temper.

Ryan from Hephaestus. He would forge copper to make you jewelry, little did you know three other girls had the same gift.

Ezra from Athena. Always thought he was so much smarter and better than you. Made you want to shoot your arrow straight at him.

Aiden from Hermes. A liar who couldn’t take anything seriously.

Elliott from Ares. Was dared by Callum to lock you in a dark room. And he actually listened.

Being the child of Apollo had its perks, but it more often had downsides. Your least favorite being your ability to fall in love so easily. After Elliot you swore off falling in love. A pain even you couldn’t heal. You couldn’t understand why nothing seemed to work out for you, you were a dreamboat!

A beautiful daughter of Apollo who glowed like the sun. Not only were you his daughter, you were his favorite, the hundreds of freckles on your face proved it. You were kind and generous, always willing to take in an injured camper from dusk to dawn. Your smile quite literally lit up a room. Perhaps you were too nice? Maybe they thought they could take advantage of your kindness?

Whatever the reason was doesn’t matter. You decided to take a page from your aunt Artemis’ book. No more boys, no more falling in love. Things will be easier this way. You know it.

You should’ve been at the bonfire with everyone else. You chose to skip it tonight because you wished to be alone, at the archery range. Maybe you’d earn another freckle if Apollo saw you practicing your already perfect shot. Luke should’ve been at the bonfire too, singing with your half-siblings and roasting marshmallows.

“Hey! I need some help!” A deep, painful cry said.

Immediately worried, you turned around and saw Luke Castellan holding his abdomen. You immediately run over to him, taking his arm over yours and getting to your cabin as soon as possible. You decided the infirmary was too far and you could use the cot in your cabin.

You slam through the cabin door and lay him on the cot in the middle of the bunk beds. “Lay down.”

You pull up his blood stained orange shirt to reveal a large gash on the side of his toned stomach. You held your hand on his abdomen for a moment to assess what happened. A second degree burn and large slices, as if by a horn, caused this.

“How did this happen?” You ask as you start to transfer some of the pain to a potted plant, causing it to wilt.

“Accident with a hephaestus kid, wrong place, wrong time I guess,” He says slightly wincing.

“I can take most of the pain but it’ll still take a while to heal,” You explain.

“Weren’t you supposed to be at the bonfire, leading a song with the rest of your cabin?” He asks.

“I could ask you the same thing, wandering around the blacksmiths. You know those things they make are pretty hot right?” You scoff at him.

“Yeah I guess I do now,” he rolls his eyes.

You begin to bandage the wound and give him a slice of bread. “Bread? What the hell is this gonna do?” he questions.

“My sister Melody made it, it can heal the burns for the most part,” you say.

“Aren’t you the girl who dated Aiden?” He asks bluntly, taking a bite of the bread.

“That’s none of your business,” You roll your eyes.

“If you ask me-” he begins to say before you cut him off.

“I’m not.”

“He was an idiot. All those guys were. I mean seriously, didn’t anyone teach them how to treat a pretty girl?” He continues, not fazed by you interrupting him.

“All those guys? You know about them?” You question.

“I guess. I mean after word got out about that shithead Elliot I did some asking,” he shrugs. You frown at the mention of Elliot.

“Whatever, they’re all in the past. No more guys for me,” you tell him.

“You shouldn’t give up entirely, these guys are stupid. There’s someone out there who deserves you, trust,” He assures you.

“Oh yeah? Tell me when you meet him,” You laugh.

“I think i know a guy, actually,” He responds, sitting up slightly.

“Oh yeah? Do tell.”

“Well, he’s tall, tan, and goddamn gorgeous. Has these soft brown curls, and I heard he’s the best swordsman at camp. Perfect for the best archer,” He explains to you, smiling.

“You seem to be fond of him, maybe you should go date him,” You joke.

“Nah, I think he likes this girl from Apollo. Kind, generous, beautiful, best healer and archer around,” He locks eyes with yours, darting between your eyes and your lips.

He holds your face in his hand, circling his thumb. His shirt rides up exposing his stomach and bandages.

“You like what you see?” He teases.

“You’re an idiot,” You smile.

“That seems to be your type,” he shrugs and knits his brows.

Before you can say another word he presses a kiss against your lips, moving them softly against yours. One of his hands stays on your neck while the other ventures down to your waist and then the chair you sat in. He pulls the chair closer to him and puts his hand back on your waist. You move one of your hands to his knee and the other to right beside him, leaning in closer.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” He’s whispers into the kiss.

You smile at him before pausing. “The bonfire’s almost over, maybe you should head back,” you say.

“Yeah probably,” he gives you one last hard kiss followed by another few pecks.

He stands up and steadys himself, the injury clearly still pains him. He starts to walk away but before he can leave he turns back to you and presses a few more kisses against you.

“Okay, I’m done. y’know for now,” he smirks.

“You’re welcome anytime,” You laugh and he leaves. He gives you two looks before exiting.

Maybe you’ll give this boy one more chance.

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blep24 · 1 year ago

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⎙ » hurt

pairing : monster form!hyun soo x female!reader

synopsis : in which hyun soo accidentally hurt the love of his life.

warnings : mentions of blood and trauma. lowercase. not proofread.

he’s supposed to protect you. he’s supposed to take care of you. he’s supposed to not hurt you. but why did he? how dare he !

his thoughts are ruining him.

“it’s not your fault, love” you caress his cheek with your bloody hand. “it was just an accident”

it’s been five minutes and he’s still staring at your wound blankly and tears are threatening to fall down.

you’re aware he’s afraid of you leaving him just like anybody else. but how could you leave him when he’s your life.

“but you’re bleeding…” he said in tears, staring at your eyes. “it’s nothing baby, it’ll recover soon” you assured him, kissing his forehead.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry-“ you cut his mumbling, “hyun soo, listen to me, love.” you pulled him to your chest, gesturing him to listen to your heart beat.

“hear it, baby? it’s beating because i’m still alive”

“but why is it going fast now?” he asked looking up to you with his doe eyes.

“it’s because you’re so close to me that i just wanna kiss you so bad”

seongwave 2023

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blep24 · 1 year ago

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Hi I saw you added sweet home to your list, could you do Any fic or something where the reader hurts his ankle or something and hyun soo and his monster are being overprotective please?

BOTH SIDES

Cha hyun-soo X GN! reader

Warnings: mentions of injury, S2 spoilers,kinda comedic

A/n: I know this is probably not exactly what you had in mind but I wrote it in school. Again.

Note: bold: hyun-soo monster side.

Normal: hyun-soo

Italics and (): (hyun-soo in his head )

Bold, italics and (): (hyun-soo monster in his head )

You ran after Ah-yi, who had decided she'd ran off to chase some kind of monster while hyun-soo had gone to look for necessities.

She slid under a tall metal fence, you definitely didn't fit under that. You made the drastic decision to jump over it, and as you landed, you twisted your ankle.

"Fuck." You groaned and stood up with difficulty. "Ah-yi?!" You called for the young girl you had been chasing. She appeared from behind a tree, running towards you.

"Yes?!" She asked, her adorable smile on her face. You've been calling out for her for the past half an hour. Yet that's all it took. You inhaled sharply to compose yourself.

"We need to get back home, hyun-soo will be back soon too" you tried and to your surprise she agreed fairly quickly, she yawned and made grabby hands at you.

You sighed but picked her up, hissing at the pain that shot through your ankle in the process.

It took some time, and the kid had fallen asleep in your arms but you made it. As you neared, you made out hyun-soo's voice, looking for the both of you.

You limped your way up the stairs, careful not to wake Ah-yi up. "We're here." He immediately rushed to you. "Where have you been?" He whisper yelled at you.

"She ran off to chase something." You explained handing him the child.

He carefully took her to the small room behind him and tucked her in by the corner. You followed him slowly, closing the door behind you. You sat down in the opposite corner, a groan escaping you as you felt your ankle stinging.

"Are you okay?" Hyun-soo asked, moving to sit by you "I'm fine, just hurt my ankle it'll heal." He reached out to examine it but you pulled back "let me see?." He asked as calmly as possible

You shook your head "I'm okay, really."

"Let me see." You looked up, his eyes now a piercing blue colour unlike his usual calm dark eyes.

You threw your head back, resting it on the wall "Fine." You said gesturing to your ankle.

He checked your ankle, once you Looked back down, his eyes where back to normal and he was wrapping it with some gauze and tape.

"You should be more careful out there." He noted turning to look at you once he had finished his job.

"I'm sorry I was trying to get to Ah-yi. My ankle was the least of my worries at that moment." You defended yourself.

"I understand, but if something happened to you i-" (we.) "We don't know what we'd do."

You chuckled at the "we". You'd gotten used to his monster, you treated him like a friend and You never kissed hyun-soo while he wasn't in control.

You smiled and hugged the boy "I'll be more careful then. Promise." You assured. You felt him peck your cheek, then he leaned back, eyes closed and leaned in to kiss you.

You placed a finger over his lips "open your eyes." And he did. Just as you expected they were blue. You raised an eyebrow, and in a second your hyun-soo was back.

You pecked his lips and messed his hair a bit.

(Just once!) (Actually, shut up.)

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blep24 · 1 year ago

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Epel: MC, Vil wants to see you.

MC: Ah, Epel. Sorry, but I'm busy right now with my project. *concocting a potion*

Epel: I could see that. However, Vil would dislike it if I came back without you.

MC: Oh. I see.

MC: ...

Epel: Rook will help you with your project later.

MC: Okay. Please wait a moment. I will have to clean this up.

Vil: What took you so long to get them, Epel?

Epel: They were busy with their project.

Rook: Trickster! Ma lune éblouissante!

MC: ...

MC: *tilts their head in confusion*

Rook: *chuckles*

Vil: Don't mind him. Anyway, I expect Epel had already explained to you why I have called you here.

MC and Epel: ...

Vil: *frowns* Epel.

Epel: I forgot.

Vil: *sigh* It doesn't matter. MC, you'll be singing.

MC: ...

MC: Why?

Vil: ...

Rook: That confirms they could.

Vil: Seriously, why are you keeping your talents from us?

MC: That's because-

MC: ...

MC: No one asked.

Vil, Rook, and Epel: ...

Azul: The Prefect will sing?

Vil: Yes.

Riddle: How did you know they could?

Vil: I haven't heard them sing yet. This will be the first time.

Azul and Riddle: ...

Azul: I understand MC did an excellent job in your movie last time, but that doesn't mean they're extremely talented.

Vil: Azul, I am certain that the Prefect can ace this.

Riddle: Oh well.

Azul, Vil, and Riddle: *after hearing MC sing* ...

Riddle: Wh-What was that?

Azul: *doesn't realize that he's crying*

Vil: ...

Vil: *smiles*

Malleus: Child of man, why are you wearing a uniform from Pomefiore?

MC: I think I'm being owned.

Malleus: ???

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blep24 · 1 year ago

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My daddy issues are killing me

your beauty is bigger than the world!

Whitebeard and Insecure reader

-hey, Pops, am I ugly?- YN said, she looked at the great captain with a slightly sad look, which made Whitebeard look directly at his daughter, doubtful and a little surprised because of the question.

-Who told you that?-Whitebeard asked

- my head, I looked in the mirror and my head said that - YN put her hands on her head, making the gesture clear what YN meant

-you...- Whitebeard tried to say, he never went through something like that, so he had to think carefully about her words so as not to hurt his daughter

- hm?-

- you are the most beautiful in this ocean and world - Whitebeard said with a smile

- so why does my head keep saying that? - YN asked

-What does your head say now?- Whitebeard asked

- not only my head, but it says it's a lie... And I... I'm believing it - YN lowered his voice so that Whitebeard couldn't hear, but Whitebeard heard it loudly

- and you believe what your mind says?- Whitebeard asks

- I don't want to believe it...- YN looked directly, but looking away quickly

-it means that your head is lying to hurt you, playing tricks, if it still makes you bad pranks, let me know, I'll help you-Whitebeard said while he bent down to stroke the little girl's head

- ...and the girls on my island used to say that I was very ugly... - YN remembered the time when she was made fun of, where they bullied her for her appearance or anything from YN

- they don't understand, people like that are insecure, they probably had problems they didn't know how to deal with and they ended up taking that path, they felt excluded, so they excluded other people, but, you never do that! - Whitebeard said snuggling in the big armchair, YN nodded in agreement

- Pops...- YN call and looked at Newgate with a slight smile

- How beautiful am I?- YN asked

- YN, your beauty is bigger than the world! - Whitebeard said with a big smile

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No... I'm Newgate, Whitebeard! and I'll be your new father!

Traumatic!child reader and Newgate, Whitebeard

Warning: Suicide mention, Physical abuse and Psychological abuse

Since whitebeard adopted YN, the life of the traumatic little girl changed forever, her family was abusive, both physically and psychologically, until one day, YN decided to run away from home, ran to the beach in search of something, some boat or something. so that she could run away, her condition at home was not good, there was no food, her mental and physical health were horrible, YN never knew what it was like to be hugged, she only lived with some animals in the region, like dogs and cats, at that time. the day YN ran away, she found herself hopeless because they found her, before they could do anything Something, something knocks them to the ground, yn approaches them, noticing they weren't moving, YN wasn't sure if they were dead, YN she was desperate because there were two bodies there, but relieved that it was them and not her, as much as she wanted suicide most of the time.

-be calm, kid- said a deep but low voice.

- what-what?- YN turned around, looking at a big man with blond hair and a huge mustache

- you got hurt, did they hurt you?- the man asks

- yes... you did that?- YN asked softly and still crying, unable to control her emotions

- let's say yes, now, you're fine, if you have nowhere to go, come with me - the big guy smiled

- no way! I don't even know you, I don't trust you, who are you, by the way?! You want to kill me? No! You are going! I know you will!- YN starts screaming, the big guy doesn't raise his voice, he just listens attentively to all the anguish of the traumatic child

- no... I'm Newgate, Whitebeard! and I'll be your new father!- Newgate smiles again, a wide and contagious smile

YN's eyes light up with tears, but she manages to hold them back

-What's is your name?- Newgate asked, the child wiped his reddened eyes.

- YN LN-

-I...I don't want to be alone, not again! I want to go with you! - YN screamed

Newgate approached your hand, in which YN held Littlefinger, they go to the ship and sit down.

- Alright... -Newgate hugs YN

- you can tell me all your problems, here and now - said Newgate, YN starts screaming with happiness, knowing that she had someone to tell her problems without being judged for being a child, YN repeatedly thanked Whitebeard for getting her out of that daily torture, screaming that she wanted to die but didn't have the courage, how much of a burden she was and that nobody liked her.

Newgate, responded by saying that YN was not a burden, and that a child should never think that way, and that those who hurt her would never see YN again.

- I'll protect you all the cost, it's okay...- Whitebeard said

- thank you...- YN thanked Whitebeard

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Some day in the life with the Whitebeard crew.

Marco x reader x whitebeard!fluff

hearts doing the ooglie-booglies.

"Morning Pops" you gently rubbed your eyes greeting your Capitan.

"Oh its you , Goodmorning." His tall figure looked down on you as you passed him,stopping only to rest your head on his lower leg.

The morning breeze was cold as the winds picked up pace, the calm sea rising to an upbring once more.

"Bout as good as i could with you snoring so loudly." you winced just thinking about it. He didnt snore often but when he did the managed to put half the ship in a trance like state from it alone.

"Gurararara, sorry squirt." he looked down on you with a gentleness he didnt like causing trouble for his sons or daughters esppecially over sleep.

"Mmn, it's fine.." you mumbled cozying further on the old mans leg.

''Cant be helped'' the tall male sighed offering you his arm. You smacked it away earning a look of disbelief from him.

''Its your fault youu..'' lazily throwing punches giggling like a little kid, it felt like someone was tickling his palm such a cute act didn't go unnoticed as he picked you up carefully laying you on his lap his enormous hand placed gentle strokes on your hair. His warmth bringing you great comfort. ''You know, I miss it when I was little, you used to hold me like this all the time.'' you stifled a yawn looking into the mans' old wise eyes.

''You cant stay little forever you know.'' he reminisced of the times you were small enough to comfortably sit on his shoulders falling asleep while holding his bandana.

''Guess it cant be helped..'' you blushed shyly looking at him.

His fatherly instinct kicked him like a rock hitting a windshield cracking his emperor duty filled world to that of a simple man who wanted to provide security to those who showed potential and trusted him with their hearts to the end of the world.

"You brats really do grow fast, i remember when Marco was in his diapers..'' Pops continued an exclamation mark as big as the Moby Dick itself popped on Marcos head. "POPS WHAT ARE YOU SAYING RIGHT NOW!'' he looked like a pissed off flaming chicken then again a pineapple? You couldn't tell and didn't really bother to either just chuckling at the image alone, your laugh as light as the wind you were riding. Your sleep fading as you kept picturing how silly Marco would have looked like as a baby, big dumb-dumb eyes and his dopey haircut atop it.

"Cute.." you thought to yourself making Marco blush seeing as you were imagining things. ''WHATEVER YOU HAVE IN YOUR HEAD STOP IT!'' he barked ears red from embarrassment.

''Oh enough you two." Whitebeard seemed in his element today sharing stories allowing you to sit with him like this even not punishing you two for not getting along. He watched as Marco stomped on the ground a habit he developed unintentionally when he was mad or frustrated.

"Up you go brat.'' he picked up Marco like a cat by the scruff and placed him on his shoulder, the blonde immeditley shutting up avoiding all contact with anyone's eyes. His rosy cheeks showing his soft nature under pops' care.

''Hey pop's , can we ever call you Edward?'' you asked.

''And why would you need to do that?'' he answered fairly curious why you chose this topic.

''Well I don't know would be an interesting development. Should a woman my age still call you pops or do you think its high time for a change." you retorted trying to provoke the man into a battle of wits.

"You can try, but I promise you wont see me in the same way after that."

"Someone's confident..'' you wondered standing up form his lap slowly, your eyes meeting his you uttered the words: '' Edward, when will we set ashore?'' you had a tingle run down your spine not understanding the meaning of it you took it as excitement and went along unfazed.

''Whenever your heart pleases miss'' the aura grew tense the longer you looked at him sweat slowly trickling down your forehead. This felt different, pleasantly different like being courted by a gentleman.

The old man looked at you processing everything that went on his smile rising the longer you took until you erupted a blobly-blushy mess hiding behind his jacket. Whitebeards signature laugh erupting on the deck as well as Marcos.

"Its always fun seeing this reaction.'' Marco laughed having previously seen someone else do this only to end up in the same position.

Marco was wheezing his ass of meanwhile Whitebread offered you his knowing gaze, you hid deeper behind his jacket face redder than a ripe tomato.

''Waaaa~ this is what he meant by 'you wont see me the same way after this.''' What a jerk.

He extended his arm to you his fingers wiggling right by your crouched body. You contemplated for a bit before sitting on his hand , he placed you right on the other side of his shoulder.

He thinks he won just cause he knows how to show off his experience and pearly whites huh. You puffed you cheeks mentally, sitting comfortably on his shoulder you ushered closer to him poking his cheek to give you an ear.

''Then lets set sail Capitan Edward~'' you cooed using a 110% of your womanly charm you noticed him stall. His cheeks dusted a shade redder than when he laughs.

''Let's sail the entire world together Edward, promise me~'' you continued checking how the old man was taking it. His whole expression stone cold however his cheeks red as a rash on a baby's bum.

Marco couldn't belive his eyes, the first time in years old mans plan actually failed against him.

You giggled reaching around the back to whisper the same thing into Marcos ear but using Marcos own name. Now the both of them stood stone cold cheeks glowing.

What a sight these men are, you thought to yourself giving each one a gentle platonic kiss to the cheek "Shouldn't be teasing you boys like this, I apologize.." you went back to your place on your Capitan's lap ,sitting soundly till the both of them spoke in unison. "No problem we don't mind at all!" Zero shame in their steely gazes you admired their devotion. "Marco you're something ,but you pops are a different thing.''

Edward laughed brushing off this fun event as quickly as it came. Though he really didn't expect it.

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