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Kiss It Better | Joel Miller

A/N | Language, Joel x Fem reader, Mentions of blood, PG13 I guess

Summary | Joel takes care of you after an accident

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Joel couldn’t remember the last time he felt relaxed. It was easy to forget that the world was in turmoil when life in Jackson seemed so normal. Ellie was going to school and getting to know people her own age whilst you and Joel worked. It was an ordinary life and it was exactly what Joel wanted. There was no risk of danger. Everywhere was so secure Joel didn’t worry at all, both of his girls were finally safe.

Whilst taking a break from work, Joel sat outside and allowed himself to enjoy the warm embrace of the sun. The feeling reminded him of being at Sarah’s soccer game. Joel closed his eyes and saw Sarah running around the field with a huge smile on her face. For the first time, Joel didn’t feel sadness at the memory of his daughter. Sarah would live forever in Joel’s heart.

Normally life was serene in Jackson but today, Ellie’s voice echoed as she ran towards Joel.

“There’s so much blood Joel.” Ellie panted. “It’s everywhere, you need to help her!”

Ellie grabbed Joel’s hand and pulled him out of his seat. Joel could barely register what Ellie was saying.

“Ellie, what are you talking about?” Joel asked and when Ellie only responded with your name he felt his heart in his throat.

When it came to you, to say Joel was over protective was an understatement. If it was up to him you’d be constantly wrapped in bubble wrap. Joel tried his best to shield you from all the upset in the world, even though you didn’t need it. He did not want anything to hurt you which is exactly Joel never acted on his feelings for you, no matter how strong they were.

It was clear to everyone that there was something between you and Joel. You liked him and he liked you but neither one of you had the confidence to make a move. The feelings only became stronger as you spent more time together in Jackson. It would only be so long before someone gave in.

“She got hurt, someone hit her-“ And before Ellie could finish Joel was off like shot.

Red. That’s all Joel saw. If anyone laid a hand on you, Joel would make it his life’s mission to destroy them. Joel’s breathing was heavy as stormed into the stables. That relaxed feeling was long gone.

The first thing he saw was blood dripping from your forehead and your nose. Goosebumps appeared on your skin as Joel’s hands gripped your shoulders. It was so rare that he touched you but when he did you could still feel the tingle of him hours after.

The next thing Joel saw was Mason, a guy that helped you in the stables walking in with a damp cloth.

Red.

The cloth made a splat on the floor as Joel shoved Mason against the wall.

“Joel!” You gasped, running over to the two men.

Somehow, you managed to squeeze yourself between the two men who were much bigger and stronger than you.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You yelled.

“Ellie told me someone hit you.” Joel’s eyes stayed fixed on Mason. He was panting heavily, his age clearly catching up to him.

“He accidentally hit me with a panel of wood, I was the one in the way. It was my fault.” You clarified, grabbing Joel’s face and forcing him to look at you. “I’m going to go home a clean this up and you’re coming with me.” You guided Joel out of the stables and looked back at Mason, giving him an apologetic smile which he returned.

“Should’ve let me finish, old man.” Ellie slapped Joel on his arm.

You glared at Ellie with eyes that screamed shut up. Ellie only ever listened to you and Joel was completely happy with that. She needed a mother figure and no one was more fit for the position than you. Ellie headed back to her small group of friends leaving you and Joel to head home alone.

Joel couldn’t tear his eyes away from the gash on your forehead. It was already starting to turn purple around the edges, a nasty bruise was sure to appear. Even after all you endured during the hunt for the Fireflies not once did Joel see any cuts or bruises on your body. It was a miracle really since you were so clumsy but Joel’s arms were always there to catch you before you fell.

The floorboards creaked under you as you made your way to the bathroom, Joel close behind. Just as you went to turn the tap on, Joel grabbed your hips to turn you around. You looked up at him with a confused expression which soon turned into shock when he lifted you to sit next to the sink. The height of the sink meant you were eye level with Joel.

Joel used his hip to spread your legs so he could comfortably stand in front of you. The action caused a small gasp to leave your lips. There was obvious tension in Joel’s shoulders and you could tell he was clenching his jaw.

“Joel.” Your voice was so soft his name left your lips like a breath of air. Joel instantly stopped clenching once he felt your gentle hand caressing his face. “Relax, I’m okay.” You reassured him, your hand brushing down from his face down to his arm.

No words were spoken by Joel, he moved his focus onto cleaning the now dried blood off of your face. Only a hushed sorry came from Joel when you winced at the contact from the damp cloth on your wound. After that, it was dead silent.

Due to the lack of supplies, the only thing to cover your cut was a very old Sesame Street band-aid. As soon as the band-aid was placed gently on your head, Joel went to walk away. But you didn’t let him.

Still sat beside the sink, you grabbed to crook of Joel’s elbow and pulled him back to you. You looked at Joel with an innocent smile and pointed to your forehand. He knew exactly what you meant and a small smile appeared on his face. Joel placed a delicate kiss over the band-aid. Once again, he went to walk away but your legs were quick to wrap around his waist.

Joel was sure you could hear his heart beating, it was all he could hear. The innocent look on your face had long gone. The act was completely out of character for you but you couldn’t pretend there wasn’t something between the two of you any longer. Joel was nervous and you could tell.

“We’ve been dancing around each other for too long, Joel.” You played with the buttons of Joel’s shirt as you looked into his eyes.

Joel took a deep breath as your hands slowly slid up his chest before you locked them around his neck. He was back to being tense.

“Relax.” You practically whispered.

“How am I supposed to relax? You got hurt.” Joel subconsciously shuffled closer to you, if that was even possible. This was the longest time Joel had been this close to you. He had to keep his distance otherwise he’d give into the temptation, just like you were right now.

“It’s a tiny little cut, it’s nothing.” You laughed lightly.

“I don’t care if it’s a paper cut. When you hurt, I hurt. It’s as simple as that darlin’.” Joel gained a little confidence and he placed his hands ever so gently on your waist.

“You can’t always prevent me from getting hurt.” Using the hands that we locked behind Joel’s neck, you pulled yourself closer to Joel, by now you were pressed against each other. “But you can be there to kiss it better.”

Joel’s nerves suddenly washed away, a rush of confidence flowed through him. He raised an eyebrow with a small smirk. You both wanted the same thing. Joel’s grip on your waist became tighter.

“Kiss it better? I thought I already did that?”

“My forehead, but my nose also got hit.” You pointed to your nose with a little pout. Joel didn’t hesitate to lightly kiss the end of your nose.

“All better?” Joel grinned.

“Well there’s one more place that hurts.” You fluttered your eye lashes at Joel who knew exactly where you were going.

Joel leaned in agonisingly slow. His lips brushed over yours, never really touching. He was teasing you and he was enjoying it.

“Kiss me.” You let out a soft whine, needing to feel Joel’s lips on yours.

That little whine drove Joel crazy. He smashed his lips on yours, his hand going to the back of your head and his fingers tangling themselves in your hair. It was everything you dreamed of. The kiss was slow but full of passion. Joel couldn’t help himself but to lift you up, trying to be closer to you even though it was physically impossible. His arm supported your back, his hand creeping close to your ass.

“Better?” Joel spoke breathlessly. He couldn’t help but let slip an almost inaudible moan at the sight of your swollen lips. It was a beautiful sight.

“No, do it again.”

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Cabin three - Percy Jackson

Request: nope Pairing: Percy Jackson x Apollo!reader Summary: You're late for archery class, and the entire camp immediately assumes you're missing Warnings: like one swear word Word count: 1k A/N: yes I know Jason, Frank, and Hazel are at camp Jupiter but I wanted to include them so I did <3

Leo hadn't seen the camp in such a state since the last time a group of campers came back from a quest. Normally, it's not this chaotic. But today people are running around, exchanging nervous glances.

His fellow campers were just as anxious as Leo was. You'd think things like this happened often in a camp that was almost always being threatened in some sort of way.

But despite how small this may seem, it surely felt bigger than that.

A demigod was missing.

There wasn't even some pissed off god threatening the camp. Or an army marching toward New York. No other campers were on a quest.

In fact, the summer had been considered a quiet one - as fas as that could go for camp half-blood.

But when you didn't show up to archery class, people started to get worried.

You'd been around longer than most of the campers. Everyone knew there was no way you'd leave without telling anyone. Even if something was wrong, you would tell someone, right?

Leo had noticed you were acting differently since he arrived at camp two weeks ago. Something about your behaviour had changed, though he couldn't place what exactly. Whatever was going on, they needed to find you. Fast.

Being one of the older campers, people tended to trust you. Most of the new campers felt comfortable and safe around you, which led to you giving most of the tours and the younger kids coming to you with their issues if they didn't want to go to their cabin's head counselor or Chiron.

So naturally people started to worry when you didn't show up. Especially since you loved teaching the younger campers archery basics.

Leo is tapping an irregular pattern on his leg as he's walking. It's hard for him to stay still, and it's even harder when he's anxious. Leo makes his way towards the cabins, hoping to find some more people who could help him find you.

Upon arriving at the first cabin, he spots Jason and Frank.

Leo jogs the last bit to catch up.

'Hey, guys, any sign of her yet?' he says.

Jason shakes his head. 'We were just about to see if Percy can help with the search as well.' he says.

'I'll join.' says Leo.

Together they head over to cabin three, and knock on the door.

It takes Percy a while to open the door. When he finally does, it is obvious he just woke up.

He's wearing a pair of sweatpants, an old shirt that exposes part of his stomach, and his hair is a mess. Percy rubs his eyes, leaning against the doorframe.

'Yeah?' he says sleepily.

'Percy, we need your help.' says Leo. 'Y/N is missing and we can't find her anywhere.'

Percy frowns, running a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. 'Y/N is not missing.' he says.

'Yes, she is, I just told you can't find her anywhere.' says Leo.

'No, Leo, she's not missing.' says Percy, stepping aside. 'She's right here.'

Leo, Jason and Frank peer inside, and see you fast asleep, curled up in Percy's bed.

Before any of them can speak up, Percy is walking up to you, lightly nudging your shoulder.

'Y/N/N? Hey, wake up. Y/N?'

You stir softly, still half asleep. You mumble something Percy can't hear well.

'Hey, baby, you're supposed to give archery class, remember?' says Percy softly.

'What time is it?' you say, your face still hidden underneath the covers.

'Almost nine. Class started about an hour ago.' says Percy.

Your eyes fly open. 'Oh, fuck.'

You quickly get up, nearly knocking Percy over in your haste to get ready. You absently wave at the three boys in the doorway as you make your way to the bathroom to get dressed.

A few minutes later, you emerge again, looking around Percy's cabin.

'Percy, have you seen my-'

You cut yourself off when you see Percy smiling down at you, holding your boots in front of you.

'-boots.' you say. 'Thank you.'

You sit don on the edge of the bed to put them on.

'Meet you at lunch?' you say and Percy nods.

You smile at him and kiss his cheek. 'See you later!'

Leo, Jason and Frank all look at you with dumbstruck looks on their faces as you move past them. They seem to be too busy thinking about what they just saw to be able to move.

'Morning boys.' you say. 'I don't suppose any of you thought about bringing my bow and quiver? No? I'll get them. Frank if you want to sit in on this class you gotta hurry.'

You reach the archery fields a couple of minutes later. You apologise to the class, who seemed to have found the bows and quivers by themselves. You had to admit, they weren't doing a bad job. It appears you've taught them well.

Since you arrived late, you let them practise on their own for a while, helping out wherever you can. After they've all gone to their next class, you put the bows away and collect the arrows.

You spend some time shooting a few arrows of your own when you catch movement out of the corner of your eye.

Percy has joined you to watch you shoot. After a few bullseye shots, you teach Percy how to shoot. Or rather, you try to.

It's clear that his skills lie with sword fighting, not a bow.

When it's almost lunchtime, the two of you head over to the dining pavilion. You avoid being bombarded with questions by Leo, Jason, Frank, Annabeth, Hazel and Piper by going straight to your cabin's table.

You'd deal with their questions about you and Percy after you've had something to eat. You're glad you've avoided them, so you can have lunch in peace.

You sit down at the Apollo table, ready to dig in to your lunch.

'So, Y/N.' says Will. 'You and Percy, huh?

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Max/Marit

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