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scytheblooms · 15 days ago

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strewn petals (WIP) | p. jackson

IN WHICH : when demeter's children fall into one-sided love, they begin to throw up flowers , starting with petals and progressing into entire bouquets , each different flower symbolizing the tale of their unreturned affections . reader forms a crush on percy , and reminisces on their interactions as she coughs up petals . . .

WORDS : 4350 (UNFINISHED WORK)

WARNINGS : mentions of blood , passing out , vomitting flowers , body horror basically , hanahaki disease , unrequited love , angst , no happy ending :) , i haven't read the books in a while , some mild expletives

A / N : first fic ! i kinda hated this and disappeared for almost a year and a half, sorry everyone idek what happened... anyways i'm not sure if i'll end up finishing it but if i do i'll make sure to post it <3 !

CREDITS : idea from @anakinniesluv -> this post , divider from a tumblr post , graphics made on canva , all other images belong to their respective owners

stupid , stupid , stupid was all that coursed through her mind , reverberating like the echoes of her coughs as her sanguine blood splattered on the thin bunk sheets .

amongst the droplets laid amaryllis (interactive link btw!) blossoms , white middles tainted crimson like their edges , the color spreading like the dry pain burning in her lungs and throat .

flowers used to be her comfort in the world, tending to them when she needed an outlet — softening their petals, strengthening their roots, accelerating their growth — she adored each and every one .

she admired the way they swayed gently in the breeze ; how they shimmered when the sun's rays hit them , illuminating their beauty ; the spectacular shades they came in : soft pinks and vivid clementines to mystic blues and hazy purples ; the delicate scents they fanned .

now , nothing but fearful realization remained , rotting her floral love .

percy jackson , the rambunctious, infectiously happy , comedic , understanding , infuriatingly likable son of poseidon had infested her mind with his smiles and her body full of flowering vines .

his choppy black hair , his glinting sea - green eyes , his laughter , the warmth of his palm on her shoulder the other night when he found her sitting at the steps of cabin 4 , dotting the grass below with white gardenias , willing them to glow softly in the moonlight , and when he tapped her shoulder she wished he would grace her lips with-

gods above , she was undeniably and wholly enamored with percy jackson .

and what did that love earn her ?

an unspoken rejection , a rebuttal of her feelings spewed up and out of her by the petals that began coughing out of her mouth the day after her heart dived into his sea .

every child of demeter knew what those petals meant .

unrequited love .

❀⋆.ೃ࿔ one month prior . . .

“ as we all know , plants , especially flowers , are responsive to how we feel ,” katie gardner , the cabin counselor , whispered as everybody was stretched in a circle on the mossy floor of the demeter cabin .

“ yeah , but what’s the big deal ? we all know we can control plants to some extent , we’re literally children of the agriculture goddess ! ” somebody butted in .

“ shush , just read here where it says ‘flower language’ “ katie had told them , picking up a dusty tome yellowed by age . " i found it in the archives a while back . " she explained .

“ see, it basically says ' if a child of demeter is to fall for someone , but they don’t feel the same way , the flowers will know . ’ ”

“ what does that even mean ? are the garden plants going to screech at us sonnets of how hopeless we are ? " another person questioned .

“ nope , it’s worse . just keep reading “

( imagine that this + any other book excerpts were written in ancient greek )

they had all mulled the new-found information in silence , expressions ranging from worry to doubt .

a few even looked at each other panickedly she found the excerpt highly intriguing , and wondered what " unreturned love " really meant – would the flowers be sparked into growth by a fleeting crush , or did you have to love someone truly ?

before she could ask , katie announced : " that's enough bedtime stories for tonight ! it's 10 : 00 pm and you guys need to start getting ready for bed . "

a collective groan could be heard , but everyone began to shuffle around , leaving just her and katie .

“ hey katie ? ” she asked , surprised she’d opened her mouth and words came out .

“ yeah ? ”

“ d ' you think i could maybe you know - borrow that book for a bit ? it was just so interesting and i wanted to see if there was anything more about it ” she continued awkwardly , not really sure why she was talking at all .

raising her eyebrow , katie replied - “ sure . . . i didn't strike you as the type to be curious about romance - related stuff though ”

“ w- what do you mean ? ” she squeaked back .

" i always thought you were just more of a quiet person, y'know ? but if you're having any crush troubles , just let me know ! " oh . katie thought she was asking for the book because she liked someone , she registered in her mind .

she felt the heat rising to her cheeks and tried to put on a straight face : " i am genuinely engrossed in the intimate disposition with which the author describes the experience of growing flowers inside oneself . i am seeking to discover the multitude of flowers that could manifest are , and their meanings . " she said , lightning fast .

" aww , are you flustered ? it's okay , you don't have to hide it with such flowery language ! "

she sighed heavily . " katie , i'm serious ! i only want it for research purposes ! "

" uh - huh , sure you do . don't worry , you can have it ! " katie told her teasingly .

relieved but embarrassed , she snatched the old book and sprinted out of the cabin .

later, as she laid in bed , katie’s words still stuck with her as she gazed at the moon bathed lake from the window . did she seem lost and lovesick to her ? it wasn’t like she liked anyone romantically , really ! why would katie assume that ? the only person she was with enough to be considered a potential love interest was percy –

oh . percy .

but it was only because they were close friends , right !

yeah , maybe her gaze lingered on his toned arms as he slashed down mannequins , maybe her breath hitched when he so much as glanced at her with his striking green eyes, maybe she crept out her bunk almost each night hoping to see him by the water’s shore ,

but they’re friends ! it’s fine and perfectly normal !

she was justified in finding him attractive because who didn’t ? hades , he even recounted to her weekly tales of campers throwing themselves at him for an ounce of his attention !

she felt breathless when she saw him because she was excited to talk to him ; what good friend would she be if she wasn’t happy to see him !

. . .especially at the piers in the starry blanket of night when their ankles would be dipped in the water , his fingers tinkering with the flowers she’d sprouted as they’d been chatting aimlessly . well , more like he would eagerly inform her on his day and she’d take in his every word , like water to roots .

argh , she needed to get her mind off of him now ! curse katie for causing her to think about him in such a way .

a pang of cold fear passed through her as she remembered what the book said .

she couldn’t let herself be overtaken by flowers . she needed to space herself from him.

but yet , she wondered “ what if he liked you back ? “

and thus , a seed of hope had been planted . the same seed that would germinate into the full-blown flower fest in her a month later .

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆ present

damn it , how did this all unravel in the first place ? she thought , recalling the book katie had shown them .

choked coughs left her body , and she knew she should probably leave before she woke someone up . but where else to go but the lake , where’d she had encountered percy in the first place . . .

rationally , she knew it’d definitely worsen the spread of her condition , but it had given her so much comfort in the months before , maybe it would now too in her crisis .

the cloying musk of the flowers was making her nauseous , and if she didn’t make a move now , a mountain of stained amaryllis would appear on her mother’s cabin floor .

yet in her fit , her mind fixated on those warm memories of percy once more . . .

❀⋆.ೃ࿔ beginning of summer + onward

did it all start when she was haunted by the tendrils of a nightmare of scratching thorns and faceless voices and she awoke in a cold sweat , wrists overgrown with itchy ivy , so she rushed to the docks to scrub the plants off ?

and did it grow when , as she dipped her arms in the cooling water , a timid voice asked her

“ hey , are you okay ? ”

and oh , did it sprout branches , when the voice stepped out of the shadows and took a seat next to her by the planks ?

in that moment , she cared less about knowing who the person with her was and more on soothing the ache spreading like fire on her forearms .

suddenly , the person placed a hand above her arm , and water enveloped the rash , sending a blanket of watery relief .

“ h- how did you do that ? “ she croaked , whipping her head around to meet the worried deep emerald eyes that could only belong to one person – percy jackson .

she had heard of him , sure , about the daunting quests he undertook and his feats of bravery , but she never attempted to strike conversation with him . besides , he and his friends were practically the camp’s heroes and he was always busy chatting with people or training or away on a mission .

he would never notice her , she had thought . she was just another of demeter’s daughters, seeking solace in the hummings of plants rather than the words of other demigods.

she had found herself curious about him , how he was always up and running , sheepish yet charming , clumsy yet probably the most powerful half-blood at camp . but that had always been a passing interest , sparked when she passed his mop of messy hair .

now he was right beside her , and had just magically washed the physical remnants of her bad dream away .

“ i . . . don’t really know , the water just . . . follows whatever i do . “ he mused.

“ oh . there must be plenty of perks to being a child of poseidon then . “ she responded softly , in awe of his ability.

“ the abilities are nice - if you ignore the horde of trouble that comes with it , i guess ” he shrugged , turning to face her .

“ i uh hope you don’t mind though , i couldn’t sleep so i came here and i saw that you were trying to rub something off and i uh- i just wanted to help . ” he explained nervously .

“ no , no , i - i didn’t mind at all , you helped me so much by doing that . . . sleep was giving me troubles too and that’s uh , how i ended up like that “ she stammered , heart hammering in her ribcage .

“ do you want to talk about it ? ” he asked gently .

she shook her head , touched by his consideration . “ thanks for asking , but - i don’t want to stay in the clutches of the past . ”

he nodded in acknowledgement .

after that , as neither knew what to say , afraid of crossing any boundaries . so they sat side by side , percy leaning back on his arms as she put her knees to her chest .

in reality , she was working up the courage to ask if he came here often . it’d be nice to have someone to talk to . most days , she did what was required of her , and nothing more . sure , people would talk to her out of nicety , but they were all passing acquaintances , somebody to partner with and say hi to .

before she could , he broke the silence “ so , on the topic of powers , how’s being a child of demeter ? ”

“ was it the poison ivy that gave it away ? ”

“ yikes ! poison ivy ? “

a light chuckle escaped her lips at his reaction .

“ well , it’s amazing if you discount the random plants that start growing on you . i don’t know , i guess it boils down to the fact that nature’s helpful and beautiful , and being able to take care of it gives me a larger sense in the world . ”

“ huh . i’ve never thought about it that way . it’s like being a nymph but you’re still connected to the modern world . ”

“ mhm , you could say the same for yourself , sea boy . one with the water and all , but now you’re all dry . ” she joked , at ease though this was their first real conversation .

“ together , we’d make a - well a whole nymph of something that grows in water , and a normal person ! ”

they laughed and she added “ a seaweed nymph , think about it ! ”

they chatted joyfully until orange tinted the bottom of the sky , and they walked together to their separate cabins .

“ so , i’m guessing i’ll see you soon ? ” he asked hopefully , leaning by her cabin door .

“ i’d like that a lot . until then , sea boy . ” she smiled , meaning each word .

“ hey ! i’ll find a nickname for you next time , i swear ! ”

a week later , when her ears were plagued by the nasally breathing of her half-siblings , she’d heard a tapping at the window next to her bunk . hoping that it was percy , she pushed up the blinds to find him beaming at her , mouthing the words “ wanna go with me ? ”

she nodded eagerly , and hauled the glass pane high enough until she could slide out . it was like she was going on a secret adventure , and she loved every second of it . percy took her hand in his and helped her climb out completely , and her heart beat just a little faster .

a breeze carried the scent of jasmine towards them as they tiptoed through the dewy grass to the lake .

there , percy had turned to her and said “ i finally thought of a name for you . tonight , i announce you as the ‘ daisy bunch ’ to my ‘ sea boy ’ ”

she considered the new nickname he’d coined for a second before giggling .

“ what’s so funny ? i could’ve called you flower girl , and that would’ve been worse , wouldn’t it ? “ he required , eyebrows raised .

“ percy . . . you do know that daisies close their petals after dark , right ? ”

he buried his head in his hands . “ dang it , i thought i did good ! “

“ ah , but you see , there’s more . ”

“ what ? are you gonna tell me they don’t like water next ! actually , don’t all plants need water ? “

“ well uh - they close up in wet weather too “

frowning , he motioned his hand toward the lake and sent a jet of water shooting at her .

“ perseus jackson ! what’d you do that for ? ” she shrieked , drenched .

“ see ! the nickname isn’t 100 % wrong ! ” he exclaimed proudly .

“ wait . . . how’d you know my full firs- ” was all he managed to get out before a wisteria vine wrapped around his leg , dragging him away from the water .

she stood above him and remarked “ hmm , who knows , maybe this vine told me . ”

he huffed . “ well , what’s the point of that ! ” he responded , pointing to the periwinkle layers of tiny wisteria flowers gripping his lower half .

“ because without the water , you’re just a boy , then ”

he quieted , and the mood became somber . “ sometimes , i wish that i - that all of us would’ve had normal lives . then we’d just be people , free to do whatever whenever , not bound to prophecies and gods . ”

“ then . . . do you want to talk about it ? ”

“ i shouldn’t dwell on something that won’t happen ”

“ sometimes , it’s better to let it out so it won’t come back later ”

“ i know , but i just , i feel selfish for thinking about it ” he confessed with glassy eyes .

“ you’re not selfish , percy , really . none of us asked for this , but right now we’re alive and safe and that’s what matters ”

“ besides , if we weren’t half - bloods , maybe we would’ve never met . ” she said weakly .

he tried to smile at her words , but it came out as more of a wince .

“ i guess you’re right , daisy bunches . ”

then , she unfurled the wisteria from him and helped him up , and they sat back on the planks . in an attempt to quell his sadness , she’d started spilling nostalgic memories from her times at camp .

“ once , during capture the flag , some kid charged towards me with his sword raised , but when i tried to trap him with grape vines , he tripped on a rock and my powers backfired . ”

his eyes became less sorrowful as he listened to her every word .

“ did mr . d get mad at the two of you ? ”

“ actually , he was the one to find us after the match was over . and then he had the wonderful idea to make me press grape juice for him as punishment ! ”

“ i bet it smelled nice , at least . but , what about the other person ? ”

“ he got let off with a pat on the head , because it was mr . d’s son , pollux ! ” she pouted , crossing her arms .

percy chuckled and replied “ well , looks like he got off of wine - fetching duty . you can get back at him next time though ! ”

the sparkle returned to his eyes and she asked “ so , got a plan , sea boy ? ”

“ in fact , i think i do ”

“ so first , you and me are gonna team up and then . . . ”

they had concocted the perfect revenge , under the eyes of the stars and amidst the rippling of water and rustling bushes .

pollux had ended up in a cocoon of grapevines , soaked head to toe by the collective efforts of her and percy the next time they had capture the flag .

over the past couple weeks , she’d become a part of percy’s little circle and started sitting at the barren poseidon table . who cared if that was against the rules , they’d been breaking curfew for far longer , and mr . d didn’t seem to mind .

after all , she and percy had been stocking his goblet full of grape juice for their little stunt at capture the flag ( non - fermented , of course , although he probably made pollux sneak yeast in there somewhere ) .

she found herself fond of his friends and warmed up to them quickly , like a flower leaning to the sun .

annabeth and her would bond over sculptures , talking happily about the level of detail or precision they had . annabeth taught her about what it took to keep architecture standing , framework , symmetry , and such , while she enlightened annabeth on plant types and uses .

she was reminded by annabeth’s confidence and dexterity of a tiger lily , bold yet wise .

grover and her were peas in a pod , they’d gossip about the latest happenings of dryads and satyrs , debate over the importance of a species in an ecosystem , and rant about the urbanization of the world .

conversation flowed naturally between them all , and she’d accompany them during camp activities , no longer stuck with waltzing in the shadows , waving awkward hi’s once or twice to people she didn’t really know .

but annabeth and grover didn’t know about the nighttime escapades she and percy had , and for that she was glad .

it was theirs , theirs to keep when others were asleep .

one night , when fate fulfilled her unconscious affections , he rested his cheek on his palm . admittedly , she’d found the way his face was squished adorable .

“ so , are you just gonna stare at me , daisy bunches ?

“ what , you want me to look at the darkness all around us , sea boy ? “ she hummed , too tired to care what she said

“ well maybe you’d put my arm out of its numb misery ? “ he smirked lazily .

perhaps it was the mischievous look in his eyes or the tilt of his head , but something in her compelled her to pat the space between her thighs , an invitation of sorts .

and he’d accepted , and she found herself with his comfortable weight on her lap .

“ thanks ! “ he smiled sweetly , unflustered .

maybe back then , she should’ve taken his lack of embarrassment or blush as a sign of how he felt , that she was just a friend , a person he felt carefree around .

but her mind was too crowded by his cheeky expression that melted into peace as his eyes fluttered shut as he said

“ you know , i’m really glad i met you . i can’t think of any other person i’d want to sneak out to talk to at night .

“ i’m thankful you found me too . who else would be there to call me ‘ daisy bunches ‘ ? “ she replied lightheartedly , though her tongue was leaden with unspoken words .

you saved me , i don’t have those night terrors anymore because of you . i feel happy when i’m with you , i’m not scared to say what i want , well , except for the fact that i think i like you and it’s terrifying . it feels natural to laugh and be witty with you . i don’t think i’ve been that open around anybody but you .

but she didn’t say any of that , and she remained with percy’s head on her lap in comfortable silence ( as comfortable as one can be when hopelessly pining ) until he pried her arm from her side and placed it gingerly on his head .

slowly , she carded her fingers through his raven locks and he sighed contently . in no time , he was snoring softly . she took the opportunity to admire his features underneath the stars , the curve of his nose , the steady rise and fall of his chest , and his peaceful expression .

he was prettier than the rising sun striking against the morning glories , the plush strawberries in the field , the proud pines surrounding the camp , she thought .

and selfishly , she wished he had a heart of nectar , because maybe then her plant powers would influence him too .

as the sun peeked its rays through the foliage , painting the sky anew in pale blue , she’d scooped him up in her embrace and tried her best to carry him back to cabin three .

while she walked , she prayed for his sake :

poseidon , i know i don’t deserve to ask this and i know i’m not one of yours , but i just don’t want to lose him . please , please let him be safe . let him know that there’s people there for him . i’m not worthy of him , i know , but i’m asking this for him .

safely at the poseidon cabin , she placed percy carefully into his messy bed . then , as if to leave a mark of her presence , she swooped down and placed a tentative peck to his forehead . immediately , she ran out , questioning her actions .

she hoped she could still get a few hours of sleep without thinking about his head on her lap .

silly girl . it was because of hope that something pushed against the back of her throat , and when she’d coughed it out it was – a golden daisy disc , framed by browning petals , flecked with blood .

and that was when hope shattered open and the seed bloomed to fruition .

she should have heeded the book more seriously .

she was selfish . selfish for thinking , hoping , believing that perseus jackson , savior of olympus , son of the restless sea , would like a lowly child of demeter , who he thought needed help with taking itchy leaves off her arms ,

who was clueless that the ring of baby blue and fairy pink hydrangeas that sprung beneath her feet when he approached were not simply because her turbulent powers ,

gods , he was an oblivious puppy , unaware that her head felt full of caterpillar grass when she was around him , that her quickened pulse and labored breathing were worsened by his presence because he was making her lungs bloom

he truly , truly only saw her as a friend , an acquaintance made from coincidence . he thought so platonically of her that he couldn’t even bring himself to notice the obvious indicators that she loved him !

she loved him when he laid his head on her lap . she loved him when he laughed at her remarks . she loved that she was the only one he’d sneak to the lake with . she was his “ daisy “ , damn it !

this had to be the worst possible way to be told “ hey ! i don’t like you romantically ” .

it would’ve even hurt less if this didn’t tell her that her feelings were unrequited , that she could grasp on to false hope , but no !

her fingers flew to the book , stashed underneath her pillow , and she hurriedly looked through the index until she found the entry for daisy -

( daisy color meanings credit here + daisy definition credit here )

she had to stop this somehow , or else everything would only intensify . it wasn’t like she could make him fall for her , evident by the daisy clutched in her hand .

when she saw the meaning of a white daisy , she laughed bitterly .

purity ? wow , she was so innocent and sweet she hacked up a dying daisy head because she was captivated by percy , who didn't like her back , who was only her friend , who never meant for her to take anything he did as beyond friendship !

the next day , she'd hastily scribbled a note in ancient greek adressed to him -

she snuck a look towards his table as he read the slip of paper , and saw his face wilt , shoulders slouched .

her heart dropped a bit , but she reminded herself this had to be done .

grover patted his back , and she caught annabeth say :

" hey , even if you think her absence has other reasons to it , give her the space she wants , okay ? you don't know what she could be going through , and if she needs distance to solve it , then let her be . "

and he had truly followed her request . she hadn't spoken a single syllable to him after that , and hid herself into the recesses of her cabinmates while he pretended she'd never been a part of his friend group .

*ੈ𑁍༘ back to present

the book had been an omen , almost . she’d read it , started thinking about percy , comforted herself by telling her such a horrible thing wouldn’t happen to her , and boom ! she’d been suffering for a week as a living flower trellis !

and now , she was throwing up amaryllis , clinging on to the book's story about the flower , how the maiden amaryllis and alteo got their happily ever after in the end .

but why did this hurt so much instead ? why did she have to be retching flowers forming from inside her lungs , fed by thoughts she couldn’t escape ?

why did she have to pay the price for the affection that he fueled , with his compassionate actions , his playful words , everything she felt was for him !

a bloody flower wouldn’t fulfill some requirement for his love , because it had flowed out of him freely , and now combined with her feelings , birthed the amalgamation her respiratory system was .

but his love for her was platonic .

heaving , hot tears welled from her eyes and she gasped , feeling the pointed ends of branches claw at her insides .

hyperventilating for air , she staggered out the cabin in fear one of her half-siblings would wake , blood dripping from her mouth , salt stinging her eyes .

she made her way through camp until the dirt path to the docks appeared , and she fell to her knees , feeling how the jagged leaves and stems cut at her lungs , how the petals ached in her throat , sour and metallic .

tears blurred her vision , and she tried to scream , but nothing came out . instead , a flare of pain shot up her chest , and she fell onto her side , crying harder and harder , tears pooling with her blood on the wooden dock .

please , please mother ! please put me out of this pain !

she clutched onto the planks , desperately scooting herself towards the water

at the lake’s edge she shakily tried to reach into her mouth to grab hold of a flower , but then she caught her reflection .

hair matted , eyes bloodshot and wide , mouth agape , secreting saliva because when she tried to breathe , her chest constricted and the invasive vines squeezed her lungs .

she was a monstrosity , a horror , one of those jealous maidens that disintegrated into below human forms in those childish fairytales so dear .

she was disgusting . unwanted . unlovable . decomposing from the inside because of her mother’s gift .

nothing would , could , wanted to save her now .

her mind clouded with pounding pain and her grip on the planks went slack .

if i don’t breathe , then all of this will go away . . .

TO BE CONTINUED

#✽ ۪ ׁ blossom to the beyond ⠀*̲#U CANNOT DO THIS ME WHAT.#love how this was written #percy jackson x fem!reader #hanahaki #body horror #tw body horror #tw flower vomit #tw blood #angst #unrequited love #read tags #demeter! reader

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scytheblooms · 15 days ago

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angst ﹙ party4u ❞ Percy Jackson

request ! ❛ some Percy angst!! ❜ / cw ! no comfort

August 18th, a very important date you have memorized. And if your mind ever were to fail you ... one look at your calendar was enough to see it thickly circled in red, with several hearts surrounding the very important day. Your boyfriends special day, in fact, his Birthday !

Different shades of blue balloons filled out the space of his cabin, and there even was a cake ! 'Happy Birthday' written out in a messy handwriting with blue icing, and with candles too, of course. On his bed, his present, neatly wrapped in blue and with a pretty bow on top. You've really tried your best to prepare something sweet and personal for your favorite boy and yet .... yet you were left waiting.

You sighed and took one more look at the clock ― he was late. And what made it even worse is that Percy was very well aware that you were waiting for him inside his cabin. You had told him this morning at breakfast ( after wishing him a Happy Birthday with several soft kisses to his slightly blushing face ) that you'd be waiting for him at his cabin. He promised to come as soon as training the newbies was over. And he'd seemed eager, too ! Like he couldn't wait to spent time with his favorite person on his special day.

Yea, right.

More hours passed, and you watched sadly as the last candle burned down. Then, the door to the Poseidon cabin finally opened.

"Hey ..." The blue party hat, colorful confetti sticking to his dark hair, icing sticking to the corner of his mouth ... Oh. The evidence was clear and the slight heartbreak immediate, because someone else must've thrown him a party as well. And you weren't invited. Ouch.

Oh, and that guilty expression that crossed his pretty face when he noticed the cake, the balloons, the already burned candles and ... You. The wrapping paper of his present was now a little crinkled from your anxious hands, and the frosting on the cake now only spelled something like 'hoppv brthdav' .

Not that he appreciated your efforts any less.

"You... Hey..." Percy swiftly let the party hat fall away as he made his way over to you on his bed. He gently pried the present from your shaking hands. You were upset, and with good reason ! But even more so, you felt... hurt. "Okay, please don't- please don't cry ..." He knew it was unfair to ask this of you now, but he really couldn't handle it if he brought you to tears. He already felt like such an asshole ...

A sniffle of yours was enough to make him feel even worse. Oh Gods.

"Could've just said that you wanted to- to celebrate with somebody else ," your hand fell away from his and Percy winced, because this was hurting him just as much. A surprise party was what he'd stumbled into on his way to the cabin. And a loud 'Happy Birthday Percy' from ... half of the camp had been enough to deter his mind from doing what he promised he would right after training. It's why he was so late...

Oh what a terrible boyfriend he was. Only hours after being roped into a party he didn't even plan to be at did he notice that you were the only one absent.

"No that's not..." but that would only sound like more lies, wouldn't it ? Like a dumb excuse. But Percy was so bad at fixing things. "Look we can still have some cake, yeah ?" He was stammering for words, reaching for things, literally just anything to not make you more upset.

"I can still open my present, and we can cuddle and ..." but your teary eyes only made him stop again. His words were clearly not helping in fixing things...

"You forgot about me ..." you stated, but Percy desperately shook his head. He did not try and reach for your hands again, and instead just fiddled with his shirt. He was growing nervous now, what if... what if this was it. The young demigod would not be able to forgive himself if he were to lose you over something so dumb.

"Thats- thats not ..." "But... you did ..."

The boy winced softly at your words, his sea green eyes now filling with tears as well, mirroring a weeping storm at sea. You watched as he took a deep breath, trying to calm down, "I- I know... i... shit, i did, but ..."

The son of Poseidon visibly deflated. Hearing that you felt like that after being stood up by him, and after your efforts to make it a special day with just the two of you. "But please don't say that ..." He didn't mean to, of course. He never means to hurt you !

But you were tired, and his birthday was already over as the clock hit sometime after midnight.

You only handed him his present, "Happy Birthday, Perce ..." and the boy was left alone.

#𖥸 ݁ ࣪˖ ⠀ sea of flowers ⠀*̲#ho did u just stab me #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson angst #percy jackson x reader angst #percy jackson blurb #percy jackson angst blurb #percy jackson x reader blurb #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x you angst #percy jackson x you blurb

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scytheblooms · 17 days ago

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[c0mm] post-war touya and rei cooking together for @camazotz 🌸

#𖥸 ݁ ࣪˖ ⠀ sea of flowers ⠀*̲#canon ending btw #sighhh i miss the roki family…#def not enji tho.

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scytheblooms · 27 days ago

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(LUXIEM) only right i win

𝜗𝜚 SHU YAMINO: HYDRANGEA.

a/n: hello im back from writers block and all i release is a small smau for a small blr fandom.. hartbrek HI HELLO ive been watched loads of my oshi(shu) to recover from ike nd fulgur so ... here :3

shu yamino makes sure the next date doesn’t ruin your new set of nails

shu yamino poses and takes candids for your instagram (which he always reposts later)

shu yamino who prefers cafe dates or staying at home

shu yamino likes having you slumped over him in any position while he plays valo

shu yamino who always buys you your favourite cakes and pastries on the way home

#konichiwa fine shyt is wild #i love shu #tag later

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scytheblooms · 29 days ago

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Ꮚྀི𓊆 ♡ ◞ castorice graphics & lyt

ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི 𓏏𓏏 𓈒

req ┈ anon

#literally soso gorgeous <33 #did her sm justice #layout credits !!!!!!

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scytheblooms · 29 days ago

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i'll work on other links retheme later ...

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scytheblooms · 29 days ago

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𐔌 ݁ ⠀゛ USER CHANGE .ᐟ ⠀*̲ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ rvoulte → syctheblooms

#omg finally user change !!!!

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scytheblooms · 1 month ago

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𐙚 my hero (prologue)

୨୧﹒︵ ﹕ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵃˡˡᵒᵒⁿˢ/ᵍˡᵃˢˢ ᵗᵃᵇˡᵉ — ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵉᵉᵏⁿᵈ

or any weeknd song really

{spiderman!scaramouche x reader}

synops𝐢s → scara was many things to you—the cause of all your headaches, the stone in your shoe that could never seem to get out, the reason you go to sleep crying—but definitely, very obviously, you hated him. maybe 'hate' is strong, it's just some rivalry. and spiderman was the opposite of that. he was muscular, his suit tugging at his biceps and quadriceps you couldn't help notice. He was heroic, friendly—like you said, the opposite of scaramouche. But soon,the truth is revealed and you find out the secret identity of your superhero was actually your worst enemy?

cred𝐢ts → @enchanthings

wo𝐫d cou𝐧t→ 3k

warn𝐢ng→ enemies to lovers, spiderman scara geheusisj, this au uses venom spiderman, slowburn, angst, kisses, mentions of alcohol, college au, reader is broke, pov switching, reader had a crush on tartaglia, cussing, mentions of other genshin characters, mentions of weed and alcohol, mention of abuse

autho𝐫 𝐧ote → and suddenly..... my pants are gone! not like I needed them. the way I've been dreaming about this ugh punch me. this was kinda rushed cuz I wanted to get this out as soon as possible. part 2 will be better thrust, so dont mind the mistakes. autocorrect them in your head

YOUR POV

the sun rose steadily, leaking into the blinds of a posh, high-rise building. already awake, you get up in your silk robs, preparing your waffles and freshly brewed coffee.

gently, you tipped the kettle filled with hot water into the coffee grounds and watched as the coffee ground melted into liquid. the aroma that filled the air alone able to make you smile.

this would've been your life. No, that could've been your life. if you were a nepo baby like scaramocuhe. instead of waking up like the star of a hit TV show. you woke up more like this: your hair disheveled as the sun hit you face first and all you can do is groan.

morning, yay.

instead of pancakes and freshly brewed coffee, you had instant coffee which had been left out for only god knows how long and two slices of toast with butter spread over each slice.

you chowed down your not-so-impressive breakfast before rushing out of your shabby apartment building for school.

you rushed to your campus and looked up at the massive school in front of you. you had seen your college almost everyday. after all, it was your senior year here— your last and final year—but the building in front of you still seemed to make you feel breathless.

you strutted forward to enter, but before you could, you heard a car honk and quickly moved out of the way before you could get hit and literally fucking die. what gives? you thought.

you watched as scaramouche, with his perfect stupid purple hair, came out of the car, sorry, his "sweet baby-porsche." as he called it. of course it was him who almost runned over you, you sneered

fuck, you just wanted to throw a ball at the clean glass windows of the porsche. but that would be a waste when you could throw it at his head.

"hey, fuck face." scaramouche said as he walked up to you, hands in his pocket. "hey," you refrained from throwing any insults at him. "can you not drive or do you want me to file you for attempted murder?" you retorted. you wanted to sound as angry as you possibly can to maybe scare him, but all he did was chuckle.

"you dying would be the least of anyone's problem, you know?" you could've jumped on him and dug your sharp nails into his clear, porcelain doll skin. but you refrained from that too. you refrained from a lot of things. it was one of the things you admired about scara, he always spoke his mind.

like the time the teacher insulted you for your essay. he told the teacher that he should quit he can't see that your essay was a literal literary masterpiece. you wondered why he said that for you, he excused it saying your essay was actually trash but no one could insult you, unless it was him.

"I can believe I woke up today and still got to see your face. it hurts my ego." he jeered, looking at you to see your red face of anger and smiling at the sight. "anyways, I won't waste my precious time on you, see ya sweet cheeks."

it was a stupid nickname. in tenth grade, you had eaten a lot of food since you were rushing to get finish your group members part of the project since they happen to "forget" so you had to fill in their part—as you did for everyone else. scara so happened to be there and saw your full cheeks, pink, chubby and stuffed with sweet tatter-tots. earning the nicknames: sweet cheeks, squirrel and nut case.

you stomped off to class, face still red from his witty remarks. soon you met up with your best friend, lumine. she was the only reason why you hadn't been charged with murder with your face on the news with the headlines being: college girl kills enemy and famous model, scaramouche raiden. she always said the best things when you were angry at scaramouche. but today she was acting strange?

"hey, lumi!" you said in an happy tone before bringing her in for a hug. "hey, yn" she greeted you back with a smile which you reciprocated almost immediately. "are you ok? you seem a little heated."

it was true. when you entered you were mumbling some, concerning, things that would make your grandmother resurrect back from the dead from if she heard it.

"you wouldn't believe what scara did! the man is trying to kill me, i swear!" at the mention if scaramouche, lumines ears suddenly reddened and you raise a brow.

"hey... maybe he's not that bad of a—" you immediately cut her off. "not that bad of a guy? did he poison you?" you out a hand on her shoulder with a look of worry on your face. "did he.. hurt you?" you asked with a voice if weariness for your friend.

"no! but I spoke to him when he had that history project together and he wasnt... as insufferable as you say he is." was your friend drugged, drunk or just stupid? "that's because he doesn't hate your guts. listen lumine, if this is something you want to speak about we can talk about it, but after class."

lumine was your best friend. if it turned out she felt... something towards scaramouche then you wanted to support her. even though you wanted to lecture her on her bad taste in men and to stay away from him. you had to support her in this.

you entered class, as usual, looking down at your seat. your seats changed every week and you had the luck to be seated with tartaglia, your crush since eleventh grade.

when you had caught a fever during pe and he had generously carried you on his back to the nurses office. he even set there with you, throwing jokes at you as you say there transitioning between laughs and coughs. Ait made your heart flatter.

even though scara had, utterly, ruined your morning, maybe tartaglia could fix it. you sat down next to him which caught his attention. he smiled at you, warmly. so warm it could melt you like an ice cream during summer. "mornin', partner in crime." he greeted you, adding a sly wink. you wanted to make his greetings your morning alarms. no? too much?

get a grip, you screamed at yourself silently. "morning, ajax." you wanted to call him tartaglia as it was more... appropriate? but he asked you to call him ajax anyways. it was probably because you butchered his italian name when you pronounced it.

your italian was always faulty. while his was always perfect. the way he spoke it in glass felt like drowning yourself in rich, expensive, sweet wine. it felt romantic, like he was speaking some romantic shit when he said it. meanwhile he was just saying something like "does my toe look big?"

tartaglia was always his surname, so it made more sense to call him ajax. "did you do the project?" you asked, half expecting him to say no and make up an excuse that he forgot. "of course I did! I can't make you do everything. how would I call myself a man like that?" he joked. you laughed.

it wasn't a that funny, but you laughed anyways as he pulled out the report. it was a biology project on the study of sea animals and mammal's brains: do they work the same?. you two decided to chose a dolphins, as it was the smartest sea animal, and a cow. well you chose the dolphin, he chose the cow, which you found funny for no reason.

your presentation started smoothly, impressing your biology teacher, but not scara. towards the end, you were meant to conclude the same way you started—smart, smooth and intellectual—but for some reason you slipped. you accidentally made eye contact with scara, his eyes holding an unreadable emotion.

"in conclusion.....in...in conclusion..." you swallowed thickly. childe—ajax—nudged your shoulder gently, you looked up to see his worried expression. you gave him a reassuring smile in return.

in the end, childe concluded for you. you don't know why your mind suddenly went blank. it confused you the more you thought on it.

"you ok?" ajax had asked you still concerned. unlike scara's cat like glare, ajax had a more... puppy like expression. he reminded you of a golden retriever while scara had reminded you of a black cat.

"I'm fine childe—ajax. sorry, ajax." childe smiled at your fumble. but it wasn't an accident. you had called him childe so he could tell you it was ok to call him childe so it could seem like you two got closer. and it worked.

"it's ok. childe is fine." he had smiled at you again. he always smiled at you. and it always seemed to have some affect on you. but his smiled always seemed like a pity smile than an actual smile. and you didn't want childe to see you that way. you wanted him to see you as more.

"ok, childe." you said his name as if you were testing out the waters, but it seemed to roll of your tongue perfectly. he smiled again, this time his cheeks red. "hey yn," he called your name so sweet it sent shivers down your smile and volts coursed throughout your body. you felt electric.

you sat down at the librarian's desk, constantly flipping through pages of your favourite series—crime and punishment. it was peaceful, in an eerie way. the librarian had gone for a trip to New zealand to see her grand daughter.

you pulled your phone from your tote bag, scattering through your stuff before finding your phone. you powered it on and watched as the phone flashed into your eyes and there you saw the time, ten-fourty-seven (10:47)

it was due the library's closing time, so you stood up to leave, juggling the keys the librarian had left for you along with a sandwich she made herself and sticky note which reads, don't over work yourself while in time ;D. you giggled, it was cute. just as you found the right key to insert into the keyhole. CRASH.

the stack of bookshelves falling into eachother, books tipping over and landing in the floor. was this.... an earthquake? no, the building was collapsing. you quickly inserted the key inside, adrenaline rushing threw you, just as you heard the third click, the key broke. just great, you cursed internally.

you were gonna die. but not like this. you ran towards the back door, but bookshelves had tumbled over it. it was then that you say a hole small enough to fit a person. you were a person. you tried to find humour in your situation, but it didn't work.

you climbed over the bookshelves as multiple stones hit your body, scratch you as dust fell on your hair and shoulders. when you finally reached the top, you realised you weren't tall enough to reach it.

a wave of disappointment and fear washed over you. were you actually going to die? before you could ponder more on your enviable death you slipped and fell, hitting your head and lossing all of your conscience.

a hand held you firmly, and warmly too. you open your eyes to see you were inches away from land. you wanted to scream but then you realised you weren't getting crushed by the library roof?

you looked up to see your night and shining armour, only to see someone with a black mask, swinging from building to building with what seems like... black spider webs?

then realisation hit you. it was... spiderman? you only heard and saw him on news articles and tv but never in your life hand you once imagined he'd be here, carrying you bridal style across your campus. holding you so gently, so tenderly—

"ah, your awake." you friendly neighbourhood spider said and you felt a smile creep up underneath his mask.

"u–uh, um, yeah." you babbled a little too loud as if the wind would carry your words away. you were so high up you could see little people underneath yourself, and it was... magical? no, breath taking is a better way to describe it.

soon, spiderman dropped you in front of your university and swinged away, not without giving you a teasing wink which reminded you awfully a lot of someone else.

it seemed the black spider never left your head because you didn't pay attention to scaramouche mock you after class—you had done a test where you had gotten a 92 while he got a perfect 100. .his insults seemed to fly above your head as you thought of last night over and over again.

"earth to yn?" scaramouche snapped his fingers in front of your face and you were seemingly brought back to earth. scaramouche scoffed, a glint of mockery hidden in his eyes as he said, "is your head in the clouds or something?" he questioned coldy causing you to roll your eyes.

"you even forgot your speech half way during the assembly." it was true. as the student body president—and scara being the assistant—your expected to be perfect. but you looked and sure didn't feel perfect.

"shut up." you flip him off, which caused his eyes to widen, removing the nonchalant, mocky mask off and you something more pure in him. but he recovered with a smirk and soon it was back to the mask you were used to.

"didn't expect that, sweet cheeks." again with the nicknames. you were about to jump on him and rip his perfect silky, soft shirt off his scalp but then lumine walked towards you.

"lumi." you embraced her quickly. you had totally forgotten about yesterday. you barely had anytime since you were spending your lunch tutoring childe.

scara had gone elsewhere, which wasn't your concern. "omg yn are you—" you cut her off, hiding the bandages on your leg, but she already saw them and the one wrapped around your forehead wasnt easy to hide. "we have a lot of discussing to do."

SCARA'S POV

it was a normal monday night for scaramouche. he just finished talking to his mother who tried to make amends with his for all the times he had maltreated him.

failed efforts cause she only only ended up saying some pretty shitty and hurtful stuff. so now, scara was taking a walk around the campus. walking has always eased his mind temporarily. it felt like he was on the moon.

he decided to walk further outside the campus and walked pass a library a few minutes away from the school. about thirty minutes away and suddenly, scara felt that tingling sensation at the back of his skull, and all of his hairs rose.

right, temporarily.

he found a small space where no one would spot him and proceeded to removed his jacket and shirt and dug into his bag for his mask. yes, he wore his suit underneath his clothes. it made this hot, but he had no choice.

scara's mom knew a lot about him, but she didn't know this. she didn't know he was spiderman. the hero that everyone looked up to and praised. and apparently he acted a little different behind the mask.

he rushed to the library, climbing over it and spotting an opening. through there, he saw.. yn? he saw you, almost lifeless as a small pool of blood rushed out of your temple.

he moved quickly, grabbing your petite body, wrapping his arm so gently and steadily around your waist before shooting his black sticky web to the nearest building.

as he swung around he held you so tight so he couldn't lose you and let you fall down. then you opened your eyes, you curled eyebrows fluttering. "ah, your awake." he said, not sure what to even say now that you were awake.

"u–uh, um, yeah." you babbled loudly and scara help back a chuckled. like this, he could easily let you drop, but he didn't want to lose you. not like this.

he dropped you in front of the campus and swung away. not without giving you a wink. he didnt know what the wink meant. maybe childe was rubbing off in him.

scara jumped in through his window and threw his mask in the floor, kicked a metal chair—denting it—and groaned, not in pain, but in frustration.

you hated him. it was obvious when he stole your favourite barbie and chopped her blonde hair off, unevenly. it was obvious when he told your date for junior prom that your toes smelled and he bailed out in you. it was obvious today when you scowled at him like you wanted to wipe him out of this earth.

but the way you looked at him today, just now, was like you wanted him to hold you forever, in his arms. and he detested it.

scara sat down on the chair he just dented, sighing and man spreading as he slumped down in his seat. he ran a hand through his hair almost hopeless.

I mean he kind of was. he was in love with you, and he didn't know why. why when he was meant to hate you, he loved you. why the universe cursed him to want to protect you, and you alone.

it hurt. it hurt. it hurt....

"that girl... do you like her?" the deep monstrous voice spoke within scara. he jumped on impulse, immediately tucking at the black gooey monster glued to his suit, to his body.

but it failed, just like the other times. venom, as he liked to call it, controlled some of his thoughts, his movements. it took his so much will power to not eat yn. to not allow the symbiote from detaching himself from his body to eat yn's brains.

"it seems likely." it spoke again, making scara angrier by the second. the more it spoke the more scars to wanted to get it off him. fast.

he sat back down with an impact, sighed again, running a hand through his hair. just breathe. in and out... slowly... just like he told you..

"you know," jesus, fuck this. "you can just let me eat her if she doesn't want you. it would solve a lot of—" "can you just shut the fuck up?"

#oh im so excited for this #tag later

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✧・| green with 'envy'

— anemo men trying out the "you're the most jealous person I know" trend with their partner. for some it feels like more than a trend.

content warnings: comedy, hurt/comfort; serious and unserious jealousy talks; a panic attack (I am so sorry Venti mains, all you do is suffer because of me); implied self-doubt/low self-esteem in some; mentions of overthinking; playful teasing;

this set of scenarios has been requested by anon!

[note.] — cover art created by @sssA_km on twitter for hoyofair 2024! and a personal writer note - from this point onwards, all scenarios created for anemo males as a group will include ifa! give it up for our first tall man.

𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

Abort the mission, abort I repeat! When he joked about you being jealous, getting it spun onto his… oversights… was not what he had in mind. Oh heavens above, somebody please save him!

“You’re the most jealous person I know,” Aether says as he enters the room. It’s heavy, the atmosphere. His usually bright golden eyes have seemingly dulled. His arms are crossed. Nothing in his behaviour indicates he’s joking. And thus, you take it as a confrontation.

You sigh. If being labelled as the jealous one is what it takes to finally access some of Aether’s behaviour, then so be it. At least you’ll hopefully be on the same page. “What makes you think that?” You ask. There’s no reason for you to turn this into a screaming match.

The blond stutters. It’s like Aether hadn’t expected your reply to be, well, that. He blinks a few times, trying to process your counter-question… and how to proceed. After a second of thinking, he replies again. “Your tendencies to cling whenever somebody else is speaking. Or how you drag me away when somebody’s asking for help.” Ouch. That’s cold. Unnaturally cold for him.

You nod. “Love, you realise I’m doing it to, I dunno perhaps, help?” You know, you’re not the only one who’s noticed the lack of decorum people show around your partner. How they ask for his assistance in the simplest tasks. And well, how he never seems to find it in himself to deny them. “People are getting overbearing, trampling over you because you never deny.”

It’s groundbreaking. World shattering. Aether is at a loss for words. Is it really true? He stands, still as a statue, when the severity of your words seeps in. “W-Wait, so—“ He starts, stumbling over his words. “My quote ‘jealousy’ is me trying to help you out from being taken advantage of, Love.” There’s not an ounce of matter in your body where it seems like you’re unserious. Not to mention… how you’re right.

You get up, coming close. With the gentlest of notions, you pull Aether into a hug. “It’s okay, you know.” You whisper, rubbing comforting circles into his back. “You can work on boundaries.” Your jealousy was just a defence mechanism. Not for you, but to protect him. And, until he’s able to defend himself, you’ll be there in his place. Even if it makes you seem like the clingy and overbearing partner. Who may or may not be an asshole at times.

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈

He doesn’t mean to send you into a panic. Unfortunately, his words dig deep. Not because you’re unhealthily possessive in his eyes. It’s because he can see the things that are hidden. Those things you’re not fully ready to tackle right in the moment.

“You’re the most jealous person I know…” Venti says nonchalantly. He throws it how one would a compliment. But the tone, the words. This isn’t a joke. This feels like an interrogation about to be laced with poison.

A pin drops. You feel like the mere sentence has knocked all the air out of your lungs. It’s getting hard to breathe. You feel like you’re about to pass out any second now.

“Love?” He asks. Unfortunately, his words don’t seem to reach you. You’re as still as a statue… Oh god, are you breathing? “Baby? Baby!” Something has gone utterly wrong. You were not supposed to react this way! You were supposed to play into the joke, not take it to heart. Not to mention have a panic attack.

“Okay… okay…” Venti’s reaction is immediate. He helps you to the ground, holding your hands so you won’t hurt yourself. Even if he didn’t think you’d have a panic attack over his comment, that’s the situation. He has to make it better. “Love, can you hear me?”

You don’t. You can barely hear anything over your heart pounding. There are too many thoughts running rampant. Will Venti scream? Shout? Leave you over that? Tears continue falling down your cheeks.

“Try— Try and follow my breathing, okay?” He says, linking your hands together. He takes a deep breath, hoping you’ll follow. Your body does, even if you’re still unresponsive. It takes trial and error, sobs rippling through your chest.

“…sorry—“ You breathe out, leaning forward. You feel exposed. In your subconscious, you feel Venti uncovered something he wouldn’t like. “Don’t apologise, please,” He’s still not convinced. He doesn’t want to assume. “Can I?” He asks, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. He doesn’t need to. You know. Venti is asking if he can give you a reassuring kiss. You shake your head. It’s a little too early for that. “That’s okay,”

It takes a moment for you to feel like you’ve become one with your body again. Even longer when you feel able to speak about what happened.

“Do you ever ask why I get this way…?” You begin. “Maybe it’s because -y’know what, never mind…” And it’s gone. But Venti doesn’t push further. Because he knows. He knows that some deeper feelings are buried in your mind. Those that require addressing, but not perhaps now.

𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎

He gets the worst timing. Not to mention, how he doesn’t even reply when you enquire. In the end, Xiao makes you think… you’re actually the most jealous person he does know. And what’s about to come is an interrogation.

“You’re the most jealous person I know,” Xiao says, handing you another plate. It’s an odd timing — right in the middle of doing dishes? Really? Well, in his defence, he didn’t even want to participate in this whole… joke. Venti’s nagging and Heizou’s retelling of his story ultimately pushed him towards it.

“You’re right, I am. Especially when you look like that, Xiao,” You say, drying a glass and standing on your tippy toes to place it on the back shelf. That- That was not what he expected your reaction to be. You seem to have caught on, stopping to look at him. “Xiao?”

He’s silent, looking at you in confusion. You come up close, slowly taking a plate from his hands to ensure it doesn’t end up on the floor. “You meant it as a joke, right?” You ask. “I, uh—“

“Okay…” You tut, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Let’s finish cleaning up, okay? Then we can discuss it seriously.” Your voice is lower, meeker. Like you came to the wrong conclusion due to his lack of response. A time machine to go back these few minutes, please.

The rest of the chore session is spent in silence. Uncomfortable one, to be precise. With glasses of water on the table, you’re finally ready to talk. Communication is the key to maintaining a healthy relationship. If Xiao thinks you’re jealous, you’re open to tackling it. No matter how worried it makes you feel.

“Ssoo…” You begin, taking a nervous look at your partner. He looks equally anxious, if not more. Heavens above, was it that bad? If Xiao was so worried about bringing it up, it had to be serious. “What makes you feel like I’m jealous?” You ask, gulping.

“I, uh, don’t think you are.” “Wait, what?” You blink a few times to make sure you’ve heard him right. “I don’t consider you to be jealous.” “Sorry, I uh? Do you want me to be more jealous then?” Xiao sees the puzzled look on your face. You do your best to solve the riddle you're getting from his words. Jealous, but not really? Should you be jealous?

“It’s a trend—.” Xiao takes a sip of his water. “Wanted to see how you’d act... or something,”

“Oh, you silly goose!”

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔

He knows you like the back of his hand. There are many ticks he can do to finally push you to your limit. But what if you actually do act upon his words… If he wants you to be jealous, then why not return the favour tenfold?

��You’re the most jealous person I know,” Ah. Heizou’s at his annoying behaviour once again. Recently, he’s been doing everything to push your buttons. A compliment to a random coworker here, a brief hug there. Doing everything he could to make you jealous.

“Oh?” Your voice is higher and clearly amused. Well, if Heizou oh-so wishes, you can play right into the trend. “You know other people?” You ask, dropping down an octave. Your voice almost robotic. You’ve turned around to face him, eyes ice cold. Exactly how the trend goes, yet precisely against the picture Heizou has been painting in his mind.

For weeks, he wondered. Would you puff your cheeks in annoyance? Would you cling to try and assert dominance? Or maybe, just maybe, you’d leave marks in visible spots. That’d be pretty hot. Alas, here you were being… actually jealous. And not in a cute way.

“What?” He hums, shocked. “No, no, of course I don’t, Darlin’” He has this one smile across his face. The dumb one. The one he likes to plaster on whenever he eats your food when you’ve told him not to.

“Maybe I’m right in being jealous,” You sigh. Wandering from window to window, you blabber — loud enough for Heizou to hear. “My partner does nothing to stop the unwanted attention… You know what,” You stop for a second, looking directly at him. “Maybe I should take after his behaviour.” You smile. Hugs, compliments, and perhaps a date? If he’s acting like he’s single, so should you.

“Absolutely not.” His voice gruff, as he grabs you by the shoulders. “My darling is not for sharing, you know.” His olive eyes looking straight through you, searching for any signs of your act being a joke. It had to be.

“Oh, but Heizou,” You roll your eyes. “If you want me to be jealous, it’s only fair you get jealous too~”

He drags you closer. With one arm dropped to your waist, he bends forward, cradling you in a graceful arc. All so he can whisper huskily into your ear. “I won’t repeat myself… Darling,” Let’s just say Heizou has bitten off more than he could chew.

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀

From the beginning he makes it sound like he’s joking. He doesn’t consider you jealous one bit, but there’s nothing wrong in having a little laugh. Besides, once and if a situation of your jealous nature truly arises — he’ll be there to provide you with the truth.

“Ah, you’re the most jealous person I know, Beloved,” Kazuha’s voice is light as he embraces you from behind. His words — with a heavy meaning behind them, don't carry the same tone. Turning around, you notice a gentle smile across his face. Like your jealousy is a mere word of endearment.

“Is that so?” You ask, returning to your previous task, albeit moving slightly to allow your partner to nestle his head close to your neck. Kazuha only hums in return, his hair tickling you softly as he places a small kiss. “Well, with a partner like that, I’d be silly not to make sure the world knows.”

Oh? Your words have definitely piqued his interest. He hugs you a little bit tighter, waiting for what your thought process seems to be. “What makes you say that, Dearest?”

“Oh, you know,” You turn the two of you around, a glass of water in your hand. There’s a struggle in getting to the couch — given you’re basically moving two bodies at once. Kazuha and his cat mentalities… thinking he can just hang on you. “Love, give me a hand, c’mon,” “Okay, okay, whatever my Muse says.”

Once you safely make it to the couch and Kazuha makes himself comfortable with his head in your lap, everything in his gaze is asking you to continue. Therefore, and once you’ve covered the two of you with a blanket, you resume your thought. “You’re dashing and others want a piece of you for themselves, Kazu. Can’t allow them that,”

You lean forward, gently grabbing his cheek in between your teeth. To demonstrate your point. Kazuha chuckles in response but cannot deny he’s enjoying himself. Especially when you kiss him across his face, lest a mark forms. “That’s what you think, Muse?” He asks, turning his attention to your hands.

“People have eyes, of course, they’d want to steal you…”

The room soon turns into silence. You’re enjoying your glass of water while Kazuha enjoys being treated like a cat — having your fingers play with his hair and all. Unfortunately, there’s an irrational thought bubbling in your chest. Honestly, it’s been there ever since he made the comment. “Kazuha?” “What can I do for you, Dearest?”

“You’d tell me if I was unhealthily jealous, right?”

“Of course.”

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑

What a hypocrite he is. If anything, you should be the one to call out his jealousy… since you’ve gotten yours from being in a relationship with him. Oh well, at least by participating in the trend he’s inflating his already big ego.

“You’re the most jealous person I know,” Wanderer states as he notices your sour expression. In truth, you aren’t even sour. That’d be an overreaction. Still, you cannot help but roll your eyes at the stack of chocolates and love letters he brought home. It’s like he gets you jealous on purpose to try and get the higher ground… Heavens, the lack of self-awareness on his part.

“Sorry?” You tilt your head, eyebrow raised. “I’m the jealous one?” The tone of your voice is baffled. Hell, you look around and point at yourself. You do your best not to snort. After all, you have to uphold your posture and make him out to be the buffoon here.

“Who else?” He rolls his eyes. “As far as I know, chairs don’t get in relationships.” Okay that was a stupid joke. Your cover gets blown off as a smug smile graces your lips. You look your partner up and down as you think of what to say next.

“I think you need a mirror, Love.” You comment, laughing a little. “If anybody is jealous in this relationship, it’s you.” “Oh, please,” He retaliates, turning his head upwards without breaking eye contact. The glint in those blue pupils begging for you to take the challenge. Oh, how amused he is. It’s game on.

“Mind I remind you of…” You pause, putting a finger to your lips. “Of how you almost strangled the guy who praised my outfit the other day.” The ball is now in his court. “Duh? I’m the only one who’s to compliment your outfits.” He doesn’t forget to mention how he chose it. Taking pride in being complimented for something you didn’t achieve? How childish.

“The barista asking for my number.” “Looked shady, also, ew.” “The girl who helped me to get up after—“ “You shouldn’t have fallen, idiot.”

It does go back and forth for a while. It’s like for every example, there's a retaliation. Well, he is being delusional in thinking those don’t constitute jealousy.

“—Miss Miko gifting me the flowers.” For the first time since you’ve started, there’s silence. Oh, you must’ve cut deep. Okay, okay, maybe it was a low blow… Yae Miko and all...

“Good one.” Wanderer smirks. Man, that was quite fun. He'll be sure to repeat it sometime.

𝐈𝐅𝐀

He feels guilty even wanting to attempt it. His motivation is to be useful to others, so making your means of affection out to be something toxic grinds his gears. Will be apologising for the stupid joke for at least a week straight.

“Bro, you’re the most jealous person I know… you know?” Ifa’s voice is full of uncertainty when it echoes through the room. It’s like he’s unsure if the matter should even be brought to light… Like it’s serious.

You, on the other hand, are absolutely floored. You open and close your mouth, unsure of what to say. Sure, there were some comments about Ifa being married to the saurians instead of you. Did those constitute you being labelled the jealous one? You always try your best to not be controlling, at least you think. Your weight shifts from one leg to the other and you feel your lips trembling.

“D-Do you really think that?” You ask, tilting your head forward — as a mechanism to not let him see how your eyes fill with tears. Some of the locks make it between your fingers, twirled nervously. “I’m s… sorry, I’ll do bett—er. Promise,” The words are being thrown out haphazardly, hoping any of them land. You’d rather not… have Ifa break up with you right there.

You brace for impact. The slew of accusations, the painful stabs into your heart. It makes your head spin. Instead, you’re met with the broad chest of your partner. His arms wrap around you as Ifa pulls you into the biggest hug possible. “God, I’m so sorry,” He lets out. Stupid, idiotic, imbecile, he mutters name-calling himself. “It was a stupid joke. I didn’t mean it at all, Bro.”

You look up at him. Ifa’s jaw is clenched as he rubs your back. “Really?” You ask, still unsure. He wouldn’t be bringing up it if he didn’t mean it… right? “Yeah, I was joking. Didn’t mean a word. Sorry.” He doesn’t peek at you, embarrassed he even attempted to participate in the trend. So stupid, so immature. Of course, you’d be worried. Jokes are only good when both parties laugh. If he could, he’d bash his head against the wall. You deserve better than his antics.

“I really don’t feel like you’re jealous, okay, Bro,” He says, for the last time today, as kisses you on your head. “I won’t tell you that unless I really mean it.” Ifa holds his pinky up, waiting for your acceptance with bated breath. Only when you link your finger with him, does he feel the calm wash over his body.

date of posting — may 11th 2025

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