#hestia x reader

[zafirosreverie]

Their favorite thing about you (DLH)

Ares:

Your eyes.

He loves your eyes, because that's how he met you. You were just one more small human of the thousands who came to ask for his intervention, one more and that's it. At first glance you didn't have anything special and a god shouldn't be attracted to you the way Ares was.

But no other god had seen what he saw in your eyes (or else a war would have been fought on Olympus for you by now). It wasn't just the beautiful color of your orbs, but the way they glowed with intense passion, deep rage, and endless bravery, that finally made the god of war fall for you. Even today, so many years later, Ares loves looking into your eyes, where there is still an intense fire that he knows will never fade.

Athena:

Your curiosity.

The goddess was used to receiving thousands of questions and pleas for help from mortals, who in these more modern days used to come to her only as a kind of living encyclopedia.

But you didn't. In fact, she had never even seen you set foot in her temple before. You were a completely different creature, full of curiosity about all the creation of the world, everything was fascinating to you, and she loved your questions, especially the simple ones, because they didn't come from a need beyond the simple fact of wanting to learn. It was something the world needed, and she was willing to protect you for it.

Arce:

Your patience.

She knew, she was more than aware, that she was not the best partner, especially for a mortal like you. She carried too many wounds, from a time when humanity didn't even exist, wounds that even other immortal beings didn't want to deal with.

But you do. You had opened for her not only the doors of your house, but of your life, you had welcomed her and accompanied her, you had taken care of her and, for the first time in centuries, she thought that perhaps healing was coming her way. Arce didn't want to exhaust you, after all, the wounds of a being like her were too big and heavy for a mortal, but your infinite patience gave her hope that you would at least stay with her for as long as your finite lifetime allowed you.

Demeter:

Your laughter.

She is the goddess of the harvest, she creates life wherever she goes. Strong and imposing trees, flowers more beautiful than the stars, unique and precious plants. But all that, paled and remained small before the perfection that was your laugh.

Demeter loved that sound, he loved the way your eyes and nose crinkled, how you showed your perfect teeth, how your stomach bounced slightly with the force of your joy. It was the sound of life, and she swore to protect it until time took it to infinity and the silence of death replaced it.

Hestia:

Your nose.

Listen, she's a simple goddess, okay? Does she like something? It's hers, period. And that goes for your beautiful and perfect nose too. Don't ask why of all your beautiful face that's her favorite part, just accept that you're going to have a very amused goddess pressing it like a little round button at all hours.

Hestia also loves your brilliance and sense of humor, which usually helps enhance her blackmailing pranks on the other gods, but that's another story.

Hades:

Your hands.

Hades loved your hands, not just because of how beautiful they were or how soft your skin was, but because of everything they represented to him. He was the god of death, he was used to ending things, destroying them, reducing them to nothing. But you? you created, you used your hands to bring new objects and ideas to life, you were the opposite of him and that never ceased to amaze him.

He loved your touches too, of course. He was used to the tedious humid heat of the underworld, the kind that is terribly unbearable, that makes you sweat and your clothes stick to your body. But you had shown him another kind of warmth, a soft and gentle one, that ran through his body like a calm light every time you caressed his cheek or took his hand.

Despena:

Your kindness.

It is not a secret to anyone that the goddess tended to be reserved and quiet, like a shadow that no one spoke to if it was not necessary. That is why she appreciated your warm and compassionate heart. She loved to see you interact with other beings, because your words, your gestures and movements were always charged with a deep love and respect for life.

After centuries of living in her sister's shadow, of being ignored by her mother no matter how hard she tried to be the best supporting goddess for her, Despena appreciated your kindness knocking on her door, showing her that she didn't need to be better than anyone, just be the best version of herself.

Hermes:

Your calmness.

As the herald of the gods and the fastest god on Olympus, Hermes was used to a hectic, fast-paced life with chaos always following him wherever he went. That's why it was a huge surprise to everyone when he introduced you as his partner, because you were the complete opposite of him.

However, it took Apollo and Athena only a couple of minutes to realize why Hermes loved you so much. You were perfect for him, precisely because you balanced him, because in the midst of all his chaos, you were always standing there, ready to be the immovable pillar, the security and stability that he needed so much. It didn't matter if you treated him like a little boy from time to time, he loved it.

Hecate:

Your hair.

It might sound simple and almost comical right? That the goddess of magic, someone who could create absolutely anything with the snap of her fingers, would be so fascinated by something as simple and vain as mortal hair.

But it was precisely that simplicity that drew her. Hecate was aware of the wonders she could do and why mortals came to her daily, but that you let her play with your hair allowed her to anchor herself to the world, to the fact that she could be more than magic, that's why she loved so much spending hours brushing it while you worked your own magic on her, the simple one that only required a smile and a cup of tea.

Hela:

Your vitality.

She was used to the cold of Helheim, to the thousands of lamentations of the souls in pain and to the feeling of loneliness that always nestled in her chest. That's why she loved so much when you went to visit her.

You were always smiling, you were always happy, your voice traveled to the last corner of the gloomy place and your presence seemed to radiate a warm and comforting light, the souls seemed serene and almost happy while they played with you. You were life itself arriving at the place of death, and Hela loved you for it, enough to push the fear of the day that light went out to the back of her mind.

[starless-nightz]

I was reading a fic on wattpad called A Heartfelt Gift (its really good go check it out) and the reader is a child of Hestia and that made me think about a child of Hestia.

What if a child of Hestia accompanied Zoe, Bianca, Thalia, Percy and Grover to help Artemis and during the battle with Atlas the child of Hestia burns their soul to help them win.

Like their whole body becomes fire like as they use their powers to their full potential, which ultimately burns their soul. During the fight their body would instead of flesh just be flames, and they would slowly age backwards. Like from 14 years old to 12, to 10, to 8 and finally to 6.

When they escaped and defeated Atlas the child kf Hestia would use the remaining of their power to save Zoe, which ultimately burns the most of whats left of their soul only leaving a tiny fire behind, the only remaining part of their soul.

And Artemis would take the little flame back to Olympus and give it to Hestia.

I think Hestia would grieve over her one and only mortal child before putting the flame into the hearth.

[audreyscribes]

PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS [BONUS!]

🔥 HESTIA: Goddess of the Hearth 🏠

author's note: I had a sudden idea about writing some headcanons Camp Halfblood demigods being claimed and what it's like for each respective god and cabin, followed by a small blurb afterwards. Thank you for reading and please like and reblog! The order is not in order of the cabin numbers. [PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST]

Alright bear with me on this take: The fact that Hades gets a cabin finally. Hera doesn’t have any demigod children yet still has a cabin because of propriety and based on principle, which makes her cabin essentially a temple, so why not the same for Hestia?  While Hestia may not have a need for a cabin or anything, but if the rest of the major gods have a structure, it might've felt uneasy for everyone that Hestia is the only one left that doesn't have one. So they erect one on the fact unless Hestia herself explicitly says she doesn't want one.

Hestia is the goddess of the Hearth and every offering/sacrifice offered to the gods, a bit of it always goes to her too. She also presides over the home and community.

Although this is mainly connected with h er Roman counterpart, Vesta, she has something similar to Artemis’ hunters but less aggressive and non-violent, called “The Vestal Virgins” who tend to the sacred fire in the Temple of Vesta. Essentially, you’re priestesses of Hestia. 

Any demigod, mortal who can see through the mist, or what have you, are allowed to become as Hestia’s priestesses, who follow the same oath of maidenhood, swearing off romance, and etc. It's not uncommon to have mortals who were sisters or cousins, to either to the mortal parent of the demigod, or the demigod themselves, enter as Hestia's priestess.

You help maintain the sacrificial fire that is set up at the campfire, at the dining hall, and later the one in the Hestia’s cabin/temple. 

It’s pretty straightforward. You do your duties that fall underneath Hestia’s domain, helping out with also maintaining the camp along with the Nymphs. Doing what you can for the community.

Children and those entering the household were blessed by Hestia, around the fire, showering them in nuts and figs. This also applies to any children entering camp at a young age or any staff members employed into Camp Half-blood. 

You help bless any new babies that are born in Camp Half-blood, or rarely brought forward by former camp members. Oftentimes, the babies are baby satyrs and you work together with the children of Hebe who help take care of them as a daycare situation.

On a sombre note: you also are in charge with the funerals, with helping prepare the funeral pyres, and each shroud. You put out the fire at their deaths and rekindle it once more.

Your place is also the place to be for cooking and baking. Hestia’s domain is the hearth, which was also used to cook, so the kitchen is also her domain. This leads to so much baked and cooked food, that is separate from the mountain of food cooked for the dining pavilion. You often then not have a never ending line of people asking for some goodies. Hey, all growing heroes need to eat! 

You also have to fend and cap off the satyrs. Your kitchenware are not safe.  

The Winter Solstices, Christmas, Harvest festival, Thanksgiving, all those kinds of days are your ALL HANDS ON DECK moments. So much food. So much preparation and decoration to do! You often employ other camp members to help out with the events from the cooking to decoration. Their payment? Little sneaky treats.

You wondered before how the sacrificial fire was maintained and taken care of before you all came to be. Sure it was technically magical/spiritual fire and a portion of it could’ve been taken from Mount Olympus long ago to Camp Half-blood, but still-

Then you see a little girl with brown hair and brown eyes helping tend to the fire. You weren’t sure but you all worked together with her until one day, you saw her eyes light up with fire.

You breathed in the smoke and heat of the crackling blazer. The fire was high and roaring yet despite the dangers of it, you weren’t afraid of getting burnt. Perhaps it is because you’ve been tending to the fire for a while now, so you were sure how close was too close. Or was it because you had a feeling this was Hestia’s fire and knew you wouldn’t be harmed by it as you serve in her name and domain. 

You had just finished up helping with the food rotation, and you were on baking duty. You and your other fellow members worked alongside the nymphs and dryads,  The table was laden out with food for the incoming hungry campers, and the sneaky hands of Satyrs. 

You poured the oil into the blazer and the fires roared even higher. You watch the embers fly up into the darkening sky filled with the sunset hues. 

“A wonderful fire” you heard as you turned. You saw the little girl with brown hair, and brown eyes right beside you , and you almost jumped into the fire. You weren’t afraid of getting burnt but surely jumping into the blazer would still be a big no-no. 

The girl giggled as you placed a hand on your beating heart. “Um…yeah, yes, the fire is wonderful” you stammered out a reply. 

The girl smiled at you and gestured to you to come closer. You did and she reached into her robe to pull out a treat. Your favourite treat. Your mouth watered and it smelled just right. 

“For you. Wonderful work (y/n), I hope you continue to warm others with our hearth” she said as you took the treat. You looked her in the eye and her brown eyes lit with fire. You widen your eyes, your body stiffening as you realise who you were talking to. 

Hestia gave you one last, warm smile, before she disappeared into embers.

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere Greek Gods - Profile

"It's a waste to be immortal and spend the rest of immortality without you by my side." - Greek Gods.

❝⚡— lady l: so I started writing the Greek Gods profiles a few weeks ago, just a few left, but I decided to post the older ones today. Here is the profile of Zeus, Hera, Demeter, Poseidon, Hades and Hestia. As always, any mistakes I'm sorry, I didn't have time to review.

❝tw: yandere themes in general, dub-con, possessive and obsessive behavior. If you feel uncomfortable with any of these themes, I recommend not reading.

❝⚡ pairing: yandere!greek gods x gender neutral!reader

❝word counter: 2k+

ROMANTIC

Zeus is the God of the Gods, the sky, lightning, order and justice and the King of Olympus. He is married to Hera and they have four children: Hebe, Ares, Ilithyia and Hephaestus. In some versions Eris and Ennius. He owns countless bastards.

"I promise to be faithful to you, my love."

Zeus is a big bitch, whatever kind of interest he has in you at first will be sexual unless you're a kid, but if you're not, you can be sure the King of Olympus will try to get into your pants or dress.

Unfortunately you've caught Zeus' eye and now you'll have to deal with it.

At first, Zeus' interest in you is purely sexual. You, a human, managed to attract his attention, even if it wasn't on purpose, and now you'll have a Greek god obsessed with you and wanting to sleep with you. If you agree to sleep with him, he's usually expected to forget about you and go back to normal life, you know, behind other mortals and goddess. But that's not what happened. For some reason Zeus became fixated on you. And he doesn't plan on going anywhere.

Now if you didn't agree to sleep with him, things could get more interesting. Zeus will continue to pursue you, perhaps even try to kidnap and force you, but if you can resist him, you will find yourself attracting Zeus' fascination. No one had ever denied it before. And that will only make him feel more desire for you.

Zeus won't be faithful to you, that's a fact, no matter how obsessed he is with you, not even the twisted love he feels for you would be able to keep the god's insatiable lust for mortals and goddesses alike. But hey, at least as long as he's having fun with some mortal or goddess, you'll have a break from Zeus' smothering behavior. So maybe his infidelity isn't so bad for you.

"My queen/king, how about we go to a room?"

Kinks: adoration (you adoring him) and rough sex.

Nicknames: my love and my queen/king.

POSSESSIVE

Hera is the Queen of Olympus, wife of Zeus, Greek goddess of marriage, motherhood, wives and women.

"Why did you go to that window?! Don't lie to me! You were probably looking at your lover! Guess what, I'm going to rip him/her to shreds!"

Hera is the most possessive yandere in the entire Greek pantheon. If you looked outside your room, you probably wanted to look for your lover. The goddess is very paranoid, she won't allow you to look, talk or even breathe in someone's direction. You belong to her and if you dared to disobey you would be punished.

There was something about you that attracted her, she wasn't sure what it was, maybe it was innocence, how easy you could be manipulated, how you could be molded to become her perfect doll. Someone who will always be faithful and loyal to Hera, only to her, is something that she is very attracted to.

In a platonic yandere, her possessiveness will continue, but she wouldn't hurt you, especially if you're a child. She could never lay a finger on you.

As much as Hera tries to deny it, she secretly adores you, she knows she is in love with you, but she will never admit it. It is you who has to be controlled by her, not the other way around.

As long as you remain loyal to your Queen, you will be rewarded handsomely.

"I want to go to the beach today. And you'll come with me. Oh, remember, don't talk to anyone. I love you..."

Kinks: mommykink (I really imagine a yandere Hera having this fetish).

Nicknames: Darling, Little Peacock.

DELIRIOUS

Demeter is the Greek goddess of agriculture and the harvest. Sister of Zeus, Hera, Hestia, Poseidon and Hades, mother of Persephone.

"Flower, do you want to go see the mortals starting the sowing season?"

Demeter is definitely a delusional yandere, ok, she literally created winter when her beloved daughter was taken from her.

She is very delusional, she believes you are in a relationship even before she greets you. You can be sure she will spoil you, when Persephone is in the underworld, her attention and devotion will be just for you. She knows it's wrong to use you as a cover-up, but she doesn't care.

You will not be allowed to leave her sight, Demeter has become very paranoid after her daughter was taken from her and she will not allow you to walk away from her either.

Her delusional behavior won't change even if she's a platonic yandere, it might get worse, since she'll see you as a substitute when her daughter isn't around. That doesn't mean you'll be forgotten when Persephone returns, Demeter will force you into her family and make you love Persephone like your own daughter (if she's romantic) or your sister.

Demeter would love to teach you about farming if you asked. She would love to have children with you, would find a way to get you pregnant with her baby (if you're a woman) or get pregnant with you.

Overall Demeter isn't exactly dangerous, isn't impulsive and tends to act with a bit of rationality. Just be careful with her, because if you don't do what she wants, she will act in a way... suspicious.

"What? Don't you want to go visit Persephone with me? Don't you want to see your daughter/sister? Well, you'll come anyway."

Kinks: breeding kink.

Nicknames: Fower, Little Seed.

OVERPROTECTIVE

Poseidon is the Greek god of the seas, earthquakes and horses. Brother of Zeus, Hera, Hestia, Demeter and Hades.

"Y/N-sea, where do you think you're going? No, I already warned you that it's forbidden to leave my temple. It's too dangerous."

You've probably only met Poseidon if you spend a lot of time at the beach. He rarely leaves his Palace underwater, but after a heated argument with his niece, Athena, Poseidon decided to head to one of Crete's Greek beaches, and by sheer coincidence (for you at least), you were on the beach. Poseidon was stunned when he saw you. You were so beautiful, sure, but there was something else about you.

Poseidon is overprotective, he doesn't like and doesn't accept you leaving his palace or temple. You belonged by his side, where he knows you'll be safe. Well, safe from others, but not from him.

He will hurt you if he has to to make you understand that the only place you'll be safe is by his side. Poseidon won't mind having to kill anyone who tries to harm you by drowning, earthquake victim, or trampled by horses. He would kill even your family if they hurt you in any way, physical or otherwise.

As long as you stay safe you will be able to deal with Poseidon's volatile temper. He will hurt you yes, but only if it's really necessary.

"Siren, do you want to go for a swim? Nothing will hurt you."

Kinks: Anything that involves you being naked and wet.

Nicknames: Y/N-sea, siren.

SOFT

Hades is the Greek god of the underworld and the dead’s. Brother of Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, Demeter and Hestia.

"Why do you want to leave the underworld? I know it's not Olympus but I can still make it perfect for you, my pom."

Hades is a god with an inferiority complex, yes I know, but when you are hated by all gods and mortals just because you are the god of the underworld (something that wasn't even Hades' choice) you tend to become paranoid and insecure.

See, Hades will never hurt you. He loves you so much and could never lift a finger to hurt you, he would rather kill himself than do that. But he wants to keep you with him, so if you don't willingly stay with him in the underworld, you can be sure he'll feed you pomegranates. You know, just so you stay by his side.

You would be spoiled and cared for by Hades, he would be completely faithful to you, unlike... certain gods. Hades would never betray you, he is yours alone and will remain yours alone as long as you want to.

He will also never force you into anything, he would never do something so horrible to you or anyone else. If your relationship progressed it's because you accepted it, Hades wouldn't force you to get involved with him sexually or romantically. You must stay on his side, that's something he's not willing to negotiate, but if you don't want to get into a relationship with him, Hades will accept.

Hades is one of the safest options in the pantheon for getting stuck. He would never force you or hurt you, the god can be a little scary at first but you will eventually get used to and maybe falling in love with him.

"Do you want to play with Cerberus a little? You know he loves you as much as I do."

Kinks: adoration (like, you know, he would adore you all over, taking all his time to explore every part of your body).

Nicknames: Pom (derived from pomegranate), Sweetheart, Soul.

PLATONIC

Hestia is the Greek goddess of the hearth, home, architecture, family, state of hospitality and domestic life. Sometimes she is replaced by Dionysus in the pantheon. Sister of Zeus, Hades, Hera, Demeter and Poseidon.

"Don't worry, little fire. I'll keep you warm in this harsh winter."

Hestia is a soft and gentle goddess, she is the representation of the comfort of home. In the arms of the goddess, you will feel a false sense of security. With her, you know you can trust and just let yourself be heard by the goddess, she loves to hear you tell anything about yourself or something that ails you, for her, that's the way you show that you trust her as much as she does. you.

The goddess is one of the virgin goddesses and so is more likely to remain a platonic yandere for you. Even if the goddess becomes obsessed with you, her relationship will only be platonic. Maybe if she really does fall in love with you, she'll try to start a romantic relationship with you, but it won't have anything sexual. Because of her oath, she will remain a virgin, so you can be sure sex is off the table when it comes to her.

Hestia is soft and benevolent, she is calm and balanced, her emotions don't control her, which makes her much easier to deal with. She would never hurt you, she sees you as a fragile being who must be protected and loved and she is more than willing to do that. When Hestia first met you, she was immediately attracted to you, a young and naive child and desperate for love, any kind of love, the goddess knew she had to have you. Because of her naivete, Hestia knows how easily you can be destroyed by the evils that plague the world and she won't let that happen.

Hestia is, in fact, the safest option of the Yandere Greek gods. She is sensitive, gentle and kind, she knows yours limits and that she must not exceed them. The goddess just wants to keep you safe and happy, as long as you are in her arms she will make sure you are loved and cared for and nothing and no one will lay a finger on you. Hestia is a highly respected goddess, so she can be sure nothing will be happening to you.

"Don't worry, honey. I promise to keep you warm and safe in my arms."

Kinks: Aftercare. Although sex won't actually happen, she likes to be cared for and given affection.

Nicknames: Little Fire, Honey.

[24kmar]

𝘾𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙣 21

𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙃𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙖

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙢, 𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙮, 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜

[thaliagracesgf]

THALIA GRACE X READER HEAR ME OUT OKAY I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO PUT MY IDEAS INTO WORDS BC ENGLISH IS NOT FIRST LANGUAGE

Maybe reader were part of their group (luke annabeth and thalia when they werent in the camp) and they had a little thing back than (crushing basically) but maybe something happenned along the way and she couldn't gowith them to the way of chb. and maybe they found reader but she's on lukes side

happy ending pls

i'm finally posting again!!! and answering a request!! i hope you enjoy this (even though i lowkey hate it).

also yay finally adding headers!!!

thalia grace x hestia!reader

summary is basically the request!!

constant arguing. constant, constant, constant arguing. luke’s head was about to split open. 

“i could have handled him just fine, thanks,” thalia shouted, storming ahead on the narrow path through the woods somewhere in pennsylvania. 

‘guys, please,” he would have thrown his head back if he wasn’t carrying a sleeping annabeth on his back. you thought she was the most adorable thing, drooling a little on luke’s shoulder. even the knife she kept clutched in her small fist was cute, although luke looked a little terrified that if she jolted in her sleep she would slice his chest open. a few weeks ago, you had convinced luke and thalia to stop, let you brush out her matted curls, and put her hair in braids that wouldn’t get caught or tangled as you all continued along the road. of course, thalia sat there critiquing every knot and part you made (with a celestial bronze knife, mind you). 

“it had you pinned to the ground,” you said, referring to the stymphalian bird that had been chasing you from philadelphia. “it would have bitten your head clean off if you hadn’t gotten involved.”

thalia rolled her eyes. 

“can we try a little patience here? gratitude, maybe?” luke chimed in.

“shut up, luke,” you said in unison. you might be bickering all the time, but thalia was your best friend. you certainly didn’t need luke coming in the middle, acting like he ran the show because he was the oldest. you got enough of that from thalia, and she was only a year older than you.

“for gods’ sake,” he muttered.

you trudged along, summoning soft flames between your hands. you hadn’t been born to a goddess, necessarily, but your adopted mother, who had fallen for a kind librarian in your town, had found your doorstep one day, long after the librarian had disappeared from her life, with a note attached. you had accidentally incinerated it shortly after she took you in, but she gave you the gist, which was that hestia had found you through a fire in an orphanage, enthralled by the flames, and that she had decided you were in need of a mother. she had pulled you through the hearth, given you some strange blessing, and dropped you on your mother’s doorstep. 

eight years later, when you were nine, your mother had died in a plane crash on her way back from visiting her father. the foster homes hadn’t loved taking in a nine year old who could summon fire, so that was when you ran away. 

so far, you could tell that hestia was trying her best to help you along your travels, which was more than you could say for hermes (ironically) or athena, let alone zeus, who you were pretty sure was the one stopping the others from intervening. you got the impression that hestia didn’t answer to zeus as much as he would have liked. 

the fire came in handy at nights, when you could warm yourselves around it. you had a way of making even a campground in the middle of the appalachian mountains that crawled with monsters feel like home. you would go to sleep around the fire, but manage to wake up curled within thalia’s arms. you could never place it, but it felt different than how luke held annabeth like her life depended on it: as in, you would always wake to them giggling over their breakfasts at you, but it didn’t hold any weight to laugh at them.   

⭑

the fire came in handy when you were trapped, alone, in the cyclops’ cellar. you had screamed for your friends to leave you, that you would be okay. and it came in handy on the streets of new york for the next five years, and even at the candy shop you managed to get a job in (somewhat illegally: a nice woman named sally did sort of pay you under the table). 

then sally went missing. you lost your job, and you made your way south again, staying in the demigod hideouts you had made with luke, thalia, and annabeth. flames trickled across your skin as you cried, wishing they were still with you. you hoped they were safe at camp, but you could help wondering why they hadn’t sent anyone to come find you. did annabeth even remember you? 

⭑

luke found you just as you were about to starve to death. you’d been in an especial depression, hiding in the cave of the blue ridge mountains, over in tennessee. the cold of the winter was insane. you couldn’t remember it ever getting that bad in the city. 

you broke when he told you she was dead. 

“it’s his fault,” he said, false tears in his eyes. he had long forced away any emotion pertaining to camp half-blood. 

and so you joined him, becoming his right-hand man. the monsters in kronos’ army feared you. the girl with the flames, they whispered. yet in the privacy of your cabin, you silently prayed to hestia, let her guide you as you fought her brother. 

it was she who told you to follow luke to mount tam. 

⭑

the mountaintop was impossibly windy. you were relying entirely on your sword if there was trouble—any flame would be immediately extinguished. 

you hadn’t accounted for the bigger threat—the air leaving your lungs at the sight of your sister on the ground as artemis held the sky beside her. 

he promised. 

he had promised annabeth would never be hurt. 

your stomach churned. she didn’t even see you, bent over in pain. you couldn’t speak. you turned to luke, suddenly terrified. what had he done? what were you a part of? your legs turned to lead. no. he was already practicing. the titan lord was already too far in his mind to turn it around. and he sensed your allegiance shifting.

when she came over the hill your heart stopped. 

your vision blurred as you saw her face. as she came to your side, held your face in her hands, and helped you to the ground beside annabeth. 

you watched through teary eyes as she fought luke. as he fell from the cliff, you couldn’t help but reach out. 

and then your vision darkened. 

⭑

your eyes opened to warmth. annabeth sat by your side, brushing hair from your face. thalia stood talking to a boy—about twelve or thirteen, you guessed—and a man who shared annabeth’s dark skin and deep-in-thought expression. 

she rushed to your side when annabeth called. 

as she knelt beside you, you adjusted yourself on the couch. your hair was probably a disgusting mess. she smiled softly, brushing her own short hair behind her ear. 

“i thought you were a tree,” you croaked, and she laughed lightly. 

“i was. i thought you were cyclops food.” 

“i wasn’t.”

she lowered her head, and you pushed yourself up on your elbows. she pushed a pillow behind your head, but held it up with the hand that wasn’t resting on your thigh. as she kissed you, you saw the years of camping behind you and the years ahead of rushing to her tree as the hunters arrived at camp all at once. 

and as she pulled back, you saw annabeth smile, hiding her face in the other kid’s chest.

[leehestia]

Jealousy // sanha x reader ft. eunwoo

Pairing: sanha x reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Synopsis: Sanha denies his love for Y/N, but later on realizes it through jealousy.

Warnings: jealousy, insecurity, swearing (?), dorm era

Authors note: THSI WAS REQUESTED BUT I TOTALLY LOST THE REQUEST OMG IM SO SORRY 💀 I am a dumbass and it was my first request so i didnt know how to work it🧍‍♀️

Authors note (2): i know sanha and eunwoo love each other very much and we don't know whats going on in their lives, so i just wanted to yet yall know that its not completely accurate, and that sanha may or may not be feeling this feeling towards eunwoo, but we don't know 🤷‍♀️

...

"Of course they'd hang out, they're both perfect." Sanha sighed through the phone call. "I know. But we can't do anything about it. We can't just force them to stop just for your sake." Moonbin answered. "It's just really annoying. The way Eunwoo just does everything with her these days." Sanha groaned. "Wait, don't tell me..." "What?" "Do you seriously like Y/N?" "Of course I do, she's my friend." Sanha said, confused. "No, you dumbass. As a woman." Moonbin remarked. "Oh- well I- I never really thought about it." Sanha blushed. Moonbin paused for a moment with a chuckle, "Okay then... I guess not." Moonbin shruged. "H-hyung, I'll get going, someone else is calling and it's really important... Bye!" Sanha excused

He sighed with his heart furiously beating in his chest. Liked you as a woman? Couldn't be true.

Suddenly, Sanha heard the doorbell ring. He went to open the door only to see you.

"Oh, Sanha." You smiled. "Y/N..." Sanha said with nervous excitement. "May I ask where Eunwoo is?" You said. Sanha paused, an awkward smile forming on his face as he avoids eye contact. "He's just in his room." Sanha answered before giving space for you to come in. "Thanks..." You said with a soft laugh before coming in and removing your shoes. You hung your scarf and coat on the rack, before walking towards Eunwoo's room.

Sanha just watched you by the door, looking at you with a pout. He then later closed the door and walked to his room with a sigh. He lied on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He kept hearing giggles and laughter from outside his room, your voice of fun annoying him. Sanha groaned, taking his earphones from the bedside table and plugging it into his phone, playing music. He put it on the loudest volume, and closing his eyes to fall a sleep.

But he couldn't sleep.

Whenever his eyes close, his brain is plastered with an image of you. Whenever love songs play, he imagines you and him as each lyric. It annoyed him like hell. He wanted to throw his phone on a wall. He took his earphones out, stepping out of his bed as he went outside.

There, he saw you and Eunwoo. You and Eunwoo’s perfect faces in the kitchen, sitting on the counter chairs while eating. "God, please get a room." Sanha said with an eye roll as he walked towards the kitchen. You only laughed, looking at Sanha's annoyed expression. Sanha went straight to the fridge, looking at it. He immediately took the iced coffee, closing the fridge. “Ya… what’s that in your hand?” You asked, eyeing the iced coffee. Sanha looked, and started laughing awkwardly. “You hate coffee…” Eunwoo said. “I grabbed the wrong one.” Sanha said, before going back to the fridge and putting it back, getting the banana juice. “That’s Moonbin’s.” Eunwoo pointed at the banana juice. “Oh.” Sanha put back the juice and properly looked at the fridge this time. He sighed, taking the strawberry juice. “Have fun guys.” Sanha said in a sarcastic tone, going back to his room. “What’s wrong with him?“ You asked, looking at Eunwoo. Eunwoo looked back at you with a shrug, “22 year old hormones I guess…” You gave Eunwoo a chuckle.

Sanha silently screamed into a pillow as he kicked his bed. Sanha reached for the strawberry juice on his bedside table and finished it in one go. He crumpled the box with furrowed eyebrows, and threw it in the trash can like a basketball. “SCORE!” He shouted. Realizing what he just done, he put a hand on his mouth. He sighed, and continued to scream into his pillow. “What are you doing…” Minhyuk, his roommate walked it. “Rocky hyung!” Sanha whined, kicking. “You’re like a baby, Sanha. What happened now?” Minhyuk sat beside Sanha. “I don’t want to admit it, but I’m starting to get annoyed with Eunwoo and Y/N.” Sanha pouted. Minhyuk raised an eyebrow, then suddenly gasped, “You’re jealous!” He said, pointing at Sanha. “No, why would I be?” Sanha questioned. “Because no one gives a shit about them, it’s just you. Moonbin told me about your little stutters during the phone call.” Minhyuk teased. “I did not stutter! It probably lagged!” Sanha defended. “Ey… That’s obviously jealousy, Sanha.” Minhyuk crossed his arms. “It’s not!” “Then go take a jealousy quiz to see if you are!” Minhyuk suggested. “That’s stupid.” Sanha said. “Just take it, I’m telling you, you’re so obviously jealous!”

3 minutes later, Sanha finished taking the quiz, “IM JEALOUS?” Sanha choked. “I knew it!” Minhyuk laughed. “Yah, do you like Y/N? I mean as a woman by the way.” “No!” Sanha exclaimed. “Weh… Take another quiz!” Minhyuk instructed. “What? No-“ “Take it.” Minhyuk furrowed his eyebrows.

3 minutes later once more, “WHAT? THATS NOT TRUE! THIS QUIZ CANNOT DEFINE MY FEELINGS!” Sanha shouted, pointing at his phone that he just threw on the floor. Minhyuk cackled, finding joy in Sanha’s denial. “That’s just a stupid quiz hyung! I don’t like her!” “Then you love her~” Minhyuk laughed, receiving a hit on the arm by Sanha. “Yah, let’s go test it out.” Minhyuk said, excited. He pushed Sanha out of their room and into the kitchen.

There, they both saw you and Eunwoo still eating. “Oh, Y/N, Eunwoo!” Minhyuk called out, still pushing Sanha towards the both of you. “Oh, Minhyuk. Do you want to join us?” You asked, making Eunwoo look at you confused. “Of course!” Minhyuk laughed, placing Sanha to sit beside you, then him sitting beside Eunwoo. “What were you guys talking about?” Eunwoo suddenly asked.

“Why’d you ask?” Sanha answered back. “I heard you shouting “That’s not true this quiz cannot define my feelings!”” Eunwoo mimicked Sanha with a laugh, causing Sanha to glare at him. “It’s just nothing, Rocky hyung forced me to take some personality quiz.” Sanha half-lied. It was true that the quiz was about his personality and feelings, but he left something very important about that quiz. It was about his feelings towards you. “Well I guess that personality quiz showed something you never knew about yourself.” You laughed, making Sanha blush. “Oh- Y-yeah I guess…”

…

“See you next next week guys!” Eunwoo waved. Eunwoo was going to a fashion event for two weeks in Paris, and it joyed Sanha. He wouldn’t have to see Y/N and him flirting in the kitchen or living room for two weeks. Two weeks! He was so happy that he even gave Eunwoo a goodbye gift like he would never come back.

“Thanks again Sanha for the gift, see you!” Eunwoo cupped Sanha’s cheeks, squishing them. “Okay, okay, bye bye!” Sanha grinned. Eunwoo left, shutting the door. Jinwoo clasped his hands, turning back to his room. The rest of the members did the same, except Sanha. He stood infront of the door, a big grin still on his face.

No Y/N! No Eunwoo! No flirting! No teasing! The best idea for Sanha.

The doorbell rang, and Sanha being infront of the door, he opened it.

"Sanha!" "Y/N?" Sanha said, shocked. "Why are you here? I thought you knew Eunwoo left." Sanha asked. "I know Eunwoo left, but he's not my only friend here." You smiled. "Okay..." Sanha said, awkward, "Come in... I guess..."

You gave him a smile and went in, hanging your coat and removing your shoes. "Where are your members?" You asked, going straight to the kitchen. "They're in their room." Sanha answered, following behind her.

"Well then, I'm sure they wouldn't want to be disturbed. Let's eat! Just the two of us." You smiled widely. Just the two of us. Just the two of us?! Sanha smiled back, but it was totally awkward.

"Well, what do you guys have?" You asked, opening the fridge. "Not much, we don't really stay here that much, as you know. We have rameyon though." Sanha answered. "That'll do!" You giggled. "Where is it? Is it here?" You said, trying to reach for the highest shelf. Sanha sighed, seeing you struggle.

He walked up to you, holding your shoulder for support as he reached for the rameyon. You blushed as his chest was pressed to your back, his hand shifting from your shoulder to your waist. "What kind of stupid ass would put this at the back of the shelf..." Sanha complained, finally taking ahold of the rameyon. He turned and walked to the stove, leaving you red and sheepish. "You're so young yet so tall..." You complimented to boost your self-confidence about how 'you're not short and that he's just tall'. You're neck almost gets dislocated everytime you see Sanha.

He chuckled at your compliment, starting the electric stove and adding water. You both gawkily leaned on the counter while waiting for the water to boil a little. A few minutes later, Sanha pushed himself off the counter, going to the stove to add the noodles. He stirred them around a bit, before going back beside you to lean awkwardly again. What a pain.

"What made you hang out with Eunwoo a lot these days?" Sanha asked out of the blue. You were not ready for that question. "Well, I haven't really thought about it. Do you usually need a reason to hang out with someone?" You answered with a shrug. "No, not really. Just asking." Sanha scratched his nape. He gulped for a moment, before continuing, "It's just that... you know, it used to be... us, usually..." Sanha pressed his lips together. "Oh"

There it was again. Awkwardness.

"I mean, I'm not saying you should choose me over Eunwoo, I'm just wondering that- well- I-" Sanha didn't know what to say, he just... gave up and sighed, going back to the stove to stir the noodles. He stirred for a moment, then stopping. "Do you... like me?" Sanha said, placing the fork down. "Of course I do." You answered hesitantly, not knowing what he meant. “What?” You paused for a little, analyzing what he just said. "Oh, well- Sanha I- I'm- uh- washroom." You stuttered, running away. Sanha looked back as he saw you running into the washroom. He softly smiled and giggled as opened the rameyon powder and poured it in.

...

Pure silence was the loudest thing that was going on. Pure silence.

You didn't feel like eating, as you just stared at the red soup that drowned the noodles. "Eat, Y/N." Sanha said, mouth full of noodles. You looked at Sanha who was currently sitting across you, and sighed as you gave him a nod, picking up the chopsticks.

"Sanha, would we still be friends if I was a worm?" You asked, dipping your spoon into the soup. "Sure, I guess." Sanha said. "What if I dated Eunwoo, would we still be friends?" You said abruptly.

Sanha just stared at you, his cheeks puffed and red from the spice of the noodles, and maybe because of your question. "Of course I would.” Sanha said in a low voice, stuffing himself with noodles. "But why?” You continued to question him. “Isn’t it obvious? Why would your relationship with Eunwoo affect ours?” You closed your eyes before replying, "I see.” Sanha's eyebrows were furrowed this time, his expression slowly changing. You looked up at him to see his expression of antipathy to your personal questions. You gave an awkward smile before saying, "Oh no, I think there's an misunderstanding..." You chuckled, before looking down. "Are you dating Eunwoo?” You can sense that Sanha was getting annoyed. “No.” You mumbled. “Then what?” He said. You've been going around in circles ever since you step foot in this dorm today, of course he'd be annoyed. And you were most definitely annoyed at yourself too. Asking him random questions, getting him all confused, the cause of this whole uncomfortable circus.

“Sanha I-“

"Y/N I like you." Sanha said with furrowed eyebrows and closed eyes, his fist balled on top of the table. Finally. This confusing story of Sanha and yours was over. Now you just had to think of a response. "Really?"

"Yes really, Y/N."

You couldn't say anything else. You just looked into his eyes with a huge blush. Sanha looked into yours too, his expression softening.

You broke eye contact and quickly stood up, turning around to look at anything but Sanha. Sanha stood up as well, and went to you. You felt his tall-self hovering behind you as you bit your lip. "Y/N, is it because you like Eunwoo and not me?" Sanha's words hit you like a strong brick. You turned around and looked at him, a pout on his face. "No..." You whispered. “It’s just that I…” “You what?” Sanha continued to look at you, until you finally gathered courage.

You went on your tiptoes and pulled him down by his collar, giving him a quick peck on the lips. You let go of Sanha and see his smile of accomplishment.

"I like you, and it’s just that Eunwoo knows this secret of mine which is why we spent a lot of time together because I wanted to get closer with you again. I’m so sorry Sanha.” You explained, still gripping onto his collar. “Okay…” Sanha said with a soft smile, making you look at him.

"Okay..." You whispered with a soft smile, before slowly letting go of his collar.

“So… you like me?” “I like you” “So we’re dating now?” Sanha asked cheekily. “If you want…” You replied. “Well, it’s what I want.” Sanha said with a smile. “Alright.” You said with a useless thumbs up. Sanha laughed at your thumbs up and took your hand. “Jealousy isn’t really a good feeling, Y/N.” Sanha pouted. “I know~ That’s why I’ll be careful now. But you also have to be careful!” You replied, feeling more comfortable now. Sanha chuckling at your expression.

“I will.” Sanha smiled.

[theredquill]

fic: i will never die — bloodraven has his ghosts and now bran has his. Heistia Umber, no trace of blood but her hair, like she was trying to dye it red, her white shift, like losing the sight of her in the snow . Jojen Reed, with his terrifying green eyes and haunting dreams. They would haunt him now, all he had to do was wait.

[prodigiosa]

Soulmate semidioses

Algunos de ustedes pensaron en que

Si en un A U Soulmate los dioses encuentran su alma gemela, en mi headcanons es un Mortal, pueden poner al headcanons de Ares x Marinette x Apolo se casan entre los tres y tienen hijos dioses

¿Como seria para el resto de sus hijos?

Porque en mi headcanons Marinette es 3 años menor de edad que Clarisse que es la hija menor de Ares

Cando sepan los hijos de Apolo y Ares que sus padres dejaron de darles hermanos, porque esperaron desde que Marinette nacio y de nuevo las moiras les dijo que sus almas gemelas nacio y como seria cuestion de años que la conozcan

tampoco ya no tendrian la regla de Zeus por lo que literalmente abandonaron a sus madres y a ellos

Ellos que no son hijos de su alma gemela , por la que esperaron toda su existencia, solo de mortales con quienes follaron por que la extrañaron, los bastardos no deseados, hijos de madres mortales que fueron ilusionadas, no de su alma gemela que esperaron años, quién la volverian inmortal , tendrian hijos dioses mayores

Eros lo asimilarian mejor, despues de todo saben la importancia del alma gemela de su padre

Afrodita se llevaria bien con Marinette, despues de todo la quiere como su costurera

Artemisa también se lleba bien con ella, como suele preparar conjuntos a juego con sus cazadoras y la salvo en su secuestro en mi headcanons

Pero las demás almas gemelas de nuestros hijos semidioses también tratarian de animarlos, despues de todo, ellos también fueron bastardos

los hijos semidioses de Ares y Apolo despues de saber que las almas gemelas de las divinidades existen todos se preguntaron si su madre mortal y padre divino son almas gemelas

Quiron odia esa parte de explixarles que son semidioses bastardos, no nacidos de almas gemelas, le entristece ver sus expresiones de que serian bastardos, comidos por monstruos, demonios y sus padres ni les llorarian, sumemosle a que sus madres mortales no son ejemplares

Sin embargo me gusta pensar, porque ellos los siguen viendo como mortales, qie Marinette se gana el afecto de todos , sus demas hijos con otros semidioses la llaman abuela Mary, Ares y Apolo si lloraron sus tumbas de sus hijos

Los dioses si aprecian a sus hijos nacidos de sus no almas gemelas, quiero pensar pero solo lo veo con Afrodita, Eris, Hebe es una doncella que juro ser virgen, muchas cazadoras se unen a Artemisa por rencor a ser bastardas no hijas de almas gemelas, Hestia llora al saber como se sienten sus hijos, Hefesto hace las armas, herramientas, incluso cuna, juguetes y manda dinero mortal a las madres de sus hijos por que sabe como siente el rechazo, Ares si tiene varones de quienes son su almas gemelas no le importan, pero si es una niña mataria a quien no la respeto como Alciope

Apolo le dijo a Marinette que serian sus hijos

Marinette se incomodo porque ellos tienen mas edad que ella, sin embargo trataria de llevarse bien con ellos

Si es en mi headcanons donde Marinetre queda infertil, entonces les daria su bendición a todos ellos, como abuelastra, creo que asi se escribe es que les haria toda la ropa, juguetes, mandaria tantos regalos , se apareceria de sorpresa para cocinarles cualquier cosa, estarian cuando estuvieron embarazadas, si sus hijastros mueren ella lloraria por años, se preocuparia tanto por un simple corte de papel

Ellos se dan cuenta que es por su dolor de no poder tener hijos, sin embargo esta bien, ella deberia tener el titulo de diosa de la maternidad

Ares y Apolo Yandere al saber que su alma gemela no pueden tener hijos la chantejearian con que adopte a los suyos y ella llora de la felicidad, ella quiere tener hijos

S es en el otro headcanons donde Marinette es un niño entonces de igual forma que adopte a los suyos, estan bien con su nuevo padrastro que demostro en un mes que lo conocieron ser mejor figura paterna que ellos

Los demas se sorprenden,es decir, los medios de televisión ponen a Ares como un idiota misogino y homofobico

Algunos lo confundieron con una mujer, pero luego de conocerlo siempre se preguntan

Como alguién tan kawai como el esta con el dios de la violencia y las pestes

S de nuevo hay rebelación a mortales y hay homofobicos, de nuevo Hades tiene un lugar especial

Aqui otro headcanons en que ambos conocen a Marinette de forma mortal

la Franco - China hija de los amables panaderos y pasteleros, becada en el prestigioso colegio donde recibe bullyingh, trabaja con sus padres, de niñera, de costurera local, sabe lenguaje de señas, frances, ingles, chino , japones, koreano le gustan todo tipo de animales, va a iglesia en el coro escolar

Ambos pelearian por ser su alma gemela hasta que terminan por simplemente aceptarlo

Con Ares se quedarian a simplemente charlar, sobre el pasado de su vida, descubriendo varias coincidencias, el le enseño a usar la espada, cabalgar a caballo, conducir motos, ella a surfear, jugar videojuegos, sus citas consisten en ir a museos

Con Eros se llevaria bastante bien, al conocer a la pareja de su padre, se harian algo como amigos

Con el resto de sus hijos semidioses de nuevo trataria de hacerlo, pero ya mencione que es incomodo paea Clarisse que a tu 21 años tu padre te presente a tu madrastra de 18 añis cumplidos

Con Apolo hay mas variedad, el le insistiria en que toque su flauta, que le dibuje, le baile algunas coreografias de tik tocs, incluso al saber que ella sabe algo de medicina básica , simularia estar enfermo

Organizarian salidas de Marinethe , Hebe y Artemisa con sus cazadoras juntas

Los tres comiendo distintos postres con té

Los tres adoptando distintas mascotas

Los tres con oufits combinadas , le muestran a Marinette las cosas del mundo sin niebla

Imagina ellos dos defendiendola, no tiene que ser exactamente el elenco, pueden defenderla de vecinas metiches insultandola o cuando ella va a comprar cosas con el dinero que le dan y alguien menciona algo como "esa panderucha que hace aqui , si ella no tiene dinero "

Es una puta, ups moriran de una peste

A Chloe estaba realmente sorprendida cuando la vio llegar del lujoso auto, tan brilloso que parecia oro, hasta donde seria su salida con su amiga Zoey, trato de hacerle algo, pero una misteriosa peste hizo que su padre, madre, Alya, ningún otro miembro de la familia de la morena , los familiares de Kagami Tsurugi, Leila Rossi, Sabrina, Kim, Max, Rosita , los profesores, el director Damucles, Nadia Chamack y ella se sintiran tan mal que perderian el movimiento del cuerpo, condenandolos a vivir el resto de su vida hospitalizados, cuando se les acabo el dinero , se murieron paea pasar la eternidad en el tartaro

Porque Marinette le gusta darse sus lujos, como plantas consideradas exoticas, telas de seda, porcelana, distintas libros de cocina, novelas , revistas en distintos idiomas

No quiero abundar en temas sexuales , pero solo dire que los tres deben estar juntos en eso, empezan con besarla ambos, terminan por bañarse juntos

le comprarian literalmente un castillo en París , le pondrian unos 3 elfos domesticos , ambos presumirian los oufits que les dan sus almas, porque no didarian en comprarle todo tipo de material como sugar dadys que son x d, Ares la presentaria a Hebe, Eris, Afrodita, sus hijos con quienes aprendio a llevarse bien, Apolo haria tantos himnos, estatuas , incluso tratarian de que Artemisa le de el tipo de inmortalidad que tienen sus cazadoras, hablando de eso en este headcanons no pueden hacerla inmortal directamente lo que traeria tensión en el trío, sin embargo se olvidan con mas actividad en el dormitorio

Si es en el cañon donde ella tiene la responsabilidad de akumas , especificamente desarrollada en la 5 temporada estas serian sus reacciones

Afrodita estaria mas que enojada, usar cosas sagradas como su dominio, Kim, Nathaniel, Rosita , Kagami, Leile, Cloi serian literalmente torturadas por ella

Ares la miraria con una mirada orgullosa, por lo excelente guerrera que es , luego pensaria en usa sus contactos en Estados Unidos, su hijo Sherman capitan de las fuerzas armadas, para declararle la guerra a Francia por tal incompetencia, Marinette lo evita, pero Francia quedo con una pesima reputación, una deuda millonaria de los politicis a instituciones de aprendizaje y a Estados Unidos

Apolo , Artemisa, Leto y Hestia la abrazarian fuertemente, luego si no se desarrolla la guerra de Estados Unidos, habra una peste que acabe con la mitad de la población, los animales se iran, también seria de como Apolo se sentiria celoso de Jaged, su hijo Luka

Ellos conociendo a los kwamis, seria algo como

Los kwamis serian otros yanderes platonicos con Marinethe asi que , al saber que ellos son sus almas gemelas los amenazarian

También con eso tratarian de hacerla una diosa

Si es en otro A U donde no existen los prodigios

Se correra el rumor de que los dioses estan encaprichados por una"simple panaderucha"

quiron la conoceria como la madre de varios semidioses , porque estas razones

Adopto legalmente a sus hijastros , los hijos de Ares, Apolo, excepto las hijas de Apolo que estan en las cazadoras, incluso los hijos de Ares y Apolo supieron de su descendencia divina, porque su padre Dios practicamente los secuestro para llevarlos a conocer a su madrastra, mi pobre bebe Clarisse se sintio triste , luego de una hora amo mas a Marinette que a su madre mortal y padre divino juntos, los 2 hijos de Eris

Tuvo por primera vez semidioses trillizos asi supe Zeus de su relación

Eros llamo tia a Marinette

Afrodita alaga su talento para hacerle vestidos , hecho ella le hace la ropa, cortinas , mantas , zapatos, etc a todos lo semidioses, daria de su dinero para renovar el campamento , volviendo a Quiron otro yandere platonico

Si existe Ekaterina en esta versión también la adoptaria legalmente, pelearia para que ella recupere toda su herencia, iria a Breauxtrus, donde seria popular como la hija adoptiva de la diseñadora, golpearia a Albis, Severus, el sin nariz ni pelo, Theo, Cygnus, Matheo, Freya , Draco, Oliver Wood recibirian amenazas

Los primeros dos son hijos de Ares, el ultimo hijo de Apolo

Imagina una emotiva escena en la que Ares y Apolo llorarian por despedirse de ella

Vigilarian a sus hijos ,con eso me refiero a que mientras Marinette duerme vendrian a abrazar a sus hijos semidioses, así la conoceria Hefesto, porque ellos literalmente lo despertaron a la 01 :00 AM para obligarlo a hacer un monton de armas, armaduras, escudos, carriola, cuna, muebles , incluso agujas, maquillaje para ellos, cuando conoce a Marinette en tono de broma siempre les preguntaria si ella de verdad los ama

hestia se volveria una yandere platonica tan peligrosa con Marinette , junto con el resto de semidioses que ella adoptaria, de hecho aqui Luke planea derrotar a los olimpicos porque es un yandere platonico con Marinette, quiere que ella que le adopto sea su unica diosa olimpica

lo que causa que Gea, Perseplore , ah cierto también fue secuestrada con Sam Jackson, con quien desarrollo otra amistad, compartiendo vacaciones las tres juntas en el inframundo

Lo que hace que los semidioses desobedezcan a Quiron y se unan para limpiar el nombre de Percy para salvar a su madre adoptiva , Clarisse planea incluso le confiesa a Percy que si eso no funciona y matan a Marinette derrotar a los olimpicos, Percy solo asiente, también ama a su madre

En resumen ella estaria llena de yanderes

Si ella sobrevive es que tratarian de convencer a los Dioses, los que aceptan son Afrodita,Eros, Hefesto, Demeter por influencia de Perseplore, Hades, Poseidon por pedido de Percy, Artemisa, Apolo, Hebe, Eris , Hestia de que le devuelvan el puesto de Dios a Dionisio para la inmortalidad a Marinette para que ella con Quiron los cuide en el campamento, si funciona saltarian a llorar de felicidad, harian la mayor fiesta en siglos del campamento , si no, entonces no se rendirian y seguirian intentando la inmortalidad para ella

Pero si ella ya sea por la guerra, un monstruo, o incluso un problema con los mortales, como un robo a mano armada,puedes apostar a que intentaran revivirte, convertirte en Diosa, si no pueden, entonces destronar a Zeus y hola a el Ragnarók

Cuando Brunilde investigo que hacer, se encontro con un monton de evidencia de una mortal, investigando se sorprendio, no creyo que los dioses harian tanto por una mortal

Asi que trato de usarlo a su favor

Les hablo de ti a Adam y Eva, que igualmente se sorprendieron, luego trato de buscar un familiar, amigo o siquiera vecino , pero como la humanidad no la recordaba bien

El Temach : Esa Marinethe solo se abrio las piernas del classico Chad y murio como toda luchona , se rio junto a sus supuestos colegas, Oerdidos en Slavia

El Inquisidor

CasaVerde

EscueladeRedpill

Abel Torres

Geir se desmayo, todos se quedaron en silencio

Ares se acerco auro decapitandolos, luego puso sus cabezas, ante una estatua tuya

Apolo se acerco a Brunilda en un tono meloso

Apolo : Asi que tus defiendes a quien desprecias de quien te dio de comer,digo porque yo recuerdo cuando le pedi que vayamos a nuestros aposentos, sin embargo ella insistio en salvarte la vida, en dartede comer, siendo Loki el dios de las mentiras , dinos que pasa

La familia real de Asgard se acerco , ellos también desarrollaron su yandere, siendo ellos tus yanderes clientes en costura

Loki deseambulo todo, del porque quiere salvar a la humanidad, sus demás hermanas , excapto Geir que seguía desmayada, fueron enojadas ante Brunilda, por tratar de defender a la misma raza que lastimo a su señora

Por todo ese drama, algunos de los griegos que te adoraban se acercaron curiosos, luego de saberlo una porción de humanos fueron llevados al lado del favor de los dioses

Lo que pasa se los dejo a su propia imaginación

Me alargue porque amo este headcanons, pero odio este

Y la antiguedad los gobernantes tenian harenes, esto se aplico a olimpicos, en la antigua Grecia llebavan a sus hijas y hijos a ser educadas en un harem para dioses, porque alli recibirian una mejor educación , tal vez incluso ascender a ser una inmortal

El proposito era traer semidioses que les sirvan y tratar de encontrar a su alma gemela

Como Marinette es China - Franco, estado en el que se rumorea es la ciudad de Afrodita, ella andaria a un día normal ofrecer su ofrenda a Afrodita , intentando ser el alma gemela de Adrien, sin embargo dos minutos despues aparecen Apolo y Ares que reconocieron a su alma gemela, se ofendieron por pedir a ese mortal, sin embargo lo dejaron ir para pedir estar con ella

Suena bonito que desde el principio de la historia esten con ella sin embargo no me gusta, porque este headcanons implica que los pocos hijos semidioses que tengan no nacerian como Clarisse, Sherman, Elias, Mark, Kayla, Rochel, Will, etc , no, al ser Apolo y Ares fieles

También como es sabido mucjos querian en la antiguedad ser sus antiguos amantes, ellos serian tan celosos en el sentido de que no quieren que tenga sacerdotes, sacerdotisas,

también la guerra de Troya, Marinethe no participa porque no le interesa, de hecho ella es venerada en ambas civilizaciones, donde hay estatuas, pinturas, hasta muchas le pusieron su nombre a niñas y niños, pero, Afrodita le ofrecio a Paris ser el amante de Marinette

El acepta pensando que solo era bro.a

Ares y Apolo se juraron fidelidad, asi que no tienen semidioses, que en este headcanons es una diosa muy respetada

PAris acepta, se enteran de esto y Aquiles, hijo de Zeus se salva, casa con Patroclo , porque Troya inmediatamente fue destruida por una enfermedad, el rey Priamo, Hector , con sus demas hijos, Andromaca que les recuerdo en el cañon era princesa de una ciudad griega se salvan, sin embargo se quedan a reynar el lugar

En otro A U donde va Marina Jackson entonces

Ella sera enviada para salvar Troya, sabiendo lo que hara su contra parte futura la ayuda, se casa con Hector, de hecho en este headcanons Aquiles, Patroclo se unen a Troya, tienen citas dobles

En otro A U donde reviven Andromaca se une al club de tejido del campamento, le ofrecio ser parte de su marca MD C, recordandole a su historia con Ares, de "la modista y el guerrero" se sorprende al ver lo increiblemente tierna que es , en su primera vida le contaban historias de terror de ella

Luego ella evita que Ares y Poseidon amenacen a Astinax por estar con Perla La Rue Jackson

De nuevo diseña los trajes de la boda

pasa la eternidad en el tartaro, de hecho la relación es tensa, porque en Troya , Poseidon es adorado, ella no le agrada por lo que le hicieron a su hijastra, siento pena por Priamo, Hector y Andromaca

Jacinto es asesinado porque le rogo a Afrodita ser el amante de Marinette

Mi pobre leonidas de 300 , te quiero mucho, lamentablemente no existe porque su padre el rey Anaxandridas se burlo de ella, argumentando que era una cualquiera por estar con los dos dioses

Marinette no pudo ni adoptar a los huerfanos, argumentando el

Ellos mordieron la mano de quien les dio de comer

la lista sigue, no me gusta por esto, sin contar el hecho de que ella no tiene sacerdotes, porque sus esposos son unos celosos

La reyna Nyobe ademas de burlarse de Leto, la llamo diosa de la infertilidad, porque según ella no le dio ni un hijo, Apolo desintegro a todo el Estado con una peste

El principe Narcisso de nuevo trato de pedirle a Afrodita que sea su amante , argumentando que el debería ser el dios de belleza masculina

Una peste , creando así la flor de Narcisso

Como la cazadora que supuestamente se embarazo de Zeus, lograste convencer a Artemisa que se convierta en estrellas honrandola, sabias las intenciones de su suegrito, que por cierto sabian que muchas veces lo intento contigo

Ustedes tres, algunas veces los acompañan Eros, Eris, Hebe, Artemisa y sus cazadoras van de "aniversario" en el mundo mortal, por supuesto que ninguna comida es mejor que la tuya, pero hay que vigilar a los mortales

Gracias a este rumor es que se les consideran un icono en apoyo a los gays y al feminismo, esa es la razón del porque muchos les tienen miedo, publicamente castigaste a homofobicos, machistas, violadores, pedofilos, eso te hace muy querida, pero lo que realmente aterra es si te ofenden

Aracne una tejedora ateniense se auto poclamo mejor que tu

Tiempo despues Percy Jackson, la decapita, le entrega su cabeza, así descubres que en realidad Apolo la convirtio en eso, simplemente suspiras , su supuesta ofensa te dio igual, solo te enteraste por su desaparición, desde ese momento es que Esparta, Troya, Egipto es tan tensa con los atenienses, luego historiadores que te lo arjudican murieron por una enfermedad

Por cierto como tu relación con Atenea siempre es tensa,debido a que

1 los mortales te consideran mas sabia en el pasado, presente de 2024

2 Le ganaste en una partida de ajedres

3 los que hicieron la serie de Saint Seiya, escritores, productores, actores y director, murieron por hacerte qiedar como una mujer

Fea y desaliñeada que no piensa

Todas estas historias la hacen aterradora , pero para Alejandro principe de Egipto, hijo de Zeus, de nuevo ella toma bajo la protección a sus cuñados bastardos argumentando que

Ellos serviran al ejercito de mi marido

Como les decia ella trae los trajes para su boda secreta con Hefestion, mando a hacer una auto decoración del palacio con estatuas de ella, Hestia y Afrodita, flores de cerezo , margaritas, flor blancas, un hogar de abejas abejas, lo cual era considerado status

De hecho ella fundo el campamento meztizo, se ofrecio a acompañar a Quiron con ella fueron

Si a Zeus se le ocirre que te dejara si tienes hijos semidioses cues tendras que adoptar semidioses, eres de nuevo solo suya, por cierto esos seran considerados los mortales mas afortunados

Te tendran no solo a ti, sino también a Afrodira, Eros, Hefesto, Hestia , Hades, Perseplore, Demeter, Ares, Hebe, Eris, Apolo y Artemisa bendiciendoles, sin contar que

Los dioses que mencione son los que mejor se llevan contigo, de hecho esa es la razon del porque Zeus te tiene miedo ,sabe que esos seran tus aliados, Poseidon en cambio es en la mitad, es decir esta enojado de que tu marido Ares le clave su lanzita a su fallecido hijo, pero su relación mejoro ciando ayudaste a su hijo Percy y Nieto Tyson

Afrodita se encargara personalmente de su vida amorosa, todo por su mejor costurera, por cierto ella , Eros , Eris, Hestia y tu se reunen para chismosear sobre la vida de los semidioses

Hefesto también te ayudara alli, como el herrero y tío buena onda como esta agradecido de que lo ayudes a divorciarse de Afrodira, el es quién hizo la barrera y proveera de material al campamento, tu diseñaste la arquitectura, Atenea se nego pues lo considero un desperdicio, luego de ver como era elogiada, es que presiona a sus hijos para que sear arquitectos

Sueles visitar a Perseplore en el inframundo , de hecho por esa razon es que tienes un trato

De que estaras respaldando a Hades en todas los conflictos si es que el te da cierto poder politico en el inframundo, como modificación de leyes en los campos de castigo

El te mostro su agradecimiento cuando Nico salio del hotel, casino Lotus, tu lo cuidaste

Aqui unos headcanons de tu relación con Nico

Nico es el primer poliglota de la historia,esto es debido a que el sabia griego, ingles, italiano, siciliano, Frances , cuando en su epoca solo los mas adinerados sabian mas de un idioma y es literalmente el unico mortal que puede presumir que puede recibir clases privadas de Aquiles, Patroclo,Alejandro Magno, Julio Cesar, Socrates, Hitler, Albert Einstein

Tu aprendiste italiano porque en Francia solias comprar distintas revistas , estas eran en otros idiomas asi que por ahorrar y aprender italiano pudiste ver la semana de la moda en Milan, de hecho llevas a Nico y a la cabaña de Afrodita a ver los desfiles de moda en milan

Con Apolo lo cuidas y trats de que no haga viajes sombras

Estuvo en Hogdswart como Huflendurt, no fue al coro ni a quidtchick, pero si destaco porque en su cuarto tenia flores , cortesia de su madrastra, de hecho se lleva muy bien con sus tiastras, osea las hermanas de Perseplore y era el unico estidiante con un chofer esperandolo afuera del colegio literalmente 24 / 7

Su caballo Sicil, abreviatura de su natal Italia, Sicilia

También a superar la muerte de su hermana, lo detuviste de suicidarse, le prepaste galletas con chispas de chocolate , te quedaste con el hasta dormir, esta muy agradecido contigo, por esa razon te confeso primero a ti que se enamoro de Percy

No te agradaba Jason, porque el es como otro Heracles y Zeus , 100 insoportable

Recogiste a Leo, aunque alenas sabias amgo de español, ambos fueron a recoger a Calipso, al final lo consolaste cuando te confeso que se enamoro de ella y ella termino por volverse una cazadora de artemisa

Fundas un club de tejido alli, se unen, Afroditade que le gusta modelarlo, sus hijos semidioses, todos los hijos semidioses de Atenea, Hefesto con sus hijos

Este solo en caso de que decidieras tener

Ares como supuesto entrenador personal de semidioses, también aceptan brujas, incluso les da algo como clases normales de historia , geografía, economía, lenguaje de señas, griego, parsel, ingles, frances, luego de los 21 años les dan un título oficial de maestros de historia, geografia, economía y literatura estadounidense, haciendo que muchos lo aprovechen para ser maestros y tener algo como una vida normal

Lo acompañan Eris diosa del chisme y portadora de los arcoiris

Hebe diosa de la juventud, jefa de los elfos domesticos del olimpo

Apolo no queriendo quedarse atras se postula como medico personal del campamento, le dio clases a Percy de como sanar, solo heridas, no puede curar enfermedades, usando la sangre control, también con ayuda del yandere hermano Hermes, logran hacer que parezca legalmente un camp

Artemisa les suelen visitar

Como influyes en el mundo mortal lograste que Abraham Lincoln, presidente de Estados Unidos, la reyna Elizabeth de Inglaterra, los reyes de Francia , un rey de España y latinoamerica, Marinetre aprendio español porque los suele visitar, de hecho le pediste a Apolo que los colonizadores, esclavistas de la revolución murieran, poniendo fin a la esclavitud , hicieran que las vacaciones sean enero, febrero, junio, julio, noviembre y diciembre, pero como de nuevo los fanaticos religiosos no paran de molestar, entonces lo auto redujeron, de nuevo los que la aprobaron mueren por una peste, siempre te caeran mal

Tu fundaste Hogdswart en Egipto, te quitaron el credito los supuestos magos, Salazar un egocentrico que solo grita hijo, Merlin y Helga te caian bien, Rowena hija de Atenea que te desagradaba , con la supervisión de Alejandro, hijo de Zeus, en ese tiempo, era el primer orfanato, antes los niños eran botados , si un niño su país es destruido por las guerras, tu les das mana para salvarlo, internado, biblioteca, hospital , veterinaria, manicomio, porqué te preocupas por la salud mental , campo de quidchick , de hecho es el primer deporte con competencia, luego se incorporo el esgrima, carreras, etc, coro escolar, luego los colegios , iglesias empezaron a agregarlo y comedir gratuito para brujas , magos, tienen estatuas de Hestia, Afrodita, Demeter, Perseplore, Hades, Ares, Hebe, Eris, Artemisa, Apolo y Marinette los magos les deben de jurar lealtad a los olimpicos, o se les quita la magia , para morir de una peste y por ultimo pasan la eternidad en el tartaro , de nuevo

Gellert semidios hijo de Atenea, se te apoyaria tu idea de rebelarte ante los mortales humanos, pero como argumentaste que es en nombre de tu madre Atenea qie es mas inteligente , Ares lucho con el resto de semidioses de esa epoca ssi los semidioses la quieren mucho, con todo eso Atenea no puede hacer nada contra ella por la cantidad de aliados que tienen

De nuevo Tom no aprendiste nada

Cuando creo la orden de mortifagos, ganando poder politico, destrozo las estatuas , argumentando que los magos eran superiores a los "sangres sucias" los semidioses con mana y que el era el proximo señor, que una tonta sin magia con dos esposos, si era tremendo machista, no hace nada, eso bajo su enojo , de que escuche historias de que tu ayudas al mundo magico, pero no a el

Murio por supuesta viruela de dragon

En realidad sueles ir a ver si los hijos de no magicos son bien tratados en sus familias, si no lo son, ellos maltratan como es el caso de Petunia Evans, que destrozo una estatua que trajo lirio a su casa, argumentando la pelirroja que esta agradecida de tu seas quien se aparecio en sus sueños para hacer que se adapte al mundo magico, siendo una "New Blood" Petunia murio de una enfermedad junto a Vernom

Sus padres se salvaron, pero si de nuevo son maltratadores como es el caso de Severus Snape, te encargas de que el niño sea adoptado por una familia mágica, por esa razon Remus y Sirius son los hermanos adoptivos de James, Regulus siguio con el sin nariz , hasta que murio

Dumbledore, Minerva, Hangrid también porque le restaron importancia al poder politico de tu familia, quitando varias cosas del internado

Como el coro escolar

Torneis de quidtchick

Historia de la magia

Runas

Por ultimo el colegio admite todo tipo de animales , como creen que llego la serpiente de Salazar, exacto Dumbledore en su patetico intento quito esras reglas, de hecho a los semidioses se les da un caballo o yegua dependiendo de su gener en el campamento como regalo de los dioses, excepto Percy se gasta todos sus ahorros en mas caballos x d, Dumbledore despidio a los medimagos especializados en eso, sin mencionar la prohibición de los animagos, tan absurda, literalmente te quejaste publicamente en la revista "Star" propietaria de los Black

Como los semidioses van alli, el mundo mágico tiene la idea de que son miembros de dicha familia, pero siempre se confunden con el árbol genealogico, yo también lo haria X D

Luego de que lo completen, si ningún monstruo les ha hecho algo, pueden seguir sus vidas , ya sea uniendose al ejercito, como soldado, doctor, veterinario crecer con el dios de la guerra te da un plus de mocoso soldadito

De hecho Adolfo Hitler fue hijo de Atenea XD

Te comunicas con sus familias mortales, si son desagradables como Frederick Chase, ellos seran llevados literalmente en el tartaro,si son bienas ondas como Sally Jackson, te encargaras tu misma de cuidarlos, con eso me refiero a llevar a Percy de 12 años , unirte a su busqueda de incognito , una vez que el demuestre su inocencia, se queda en el camp, se comunica con su madre , hablando maravillas de ti, encargarte de que vivan en una mansión, Sally tenga un prestigioso empleo, etc, los propios mortales desarrollaran una obsesión platonica, con eso me refiero a directamente dejar sus demas creencias religiosas, por que en el libro Percy admitio que hizo su primera comunión, Katie hija de Demeter, viene de una familia musulmana, Nico hijo de Hades era judio, etc, para directamente mostrar que creen en los dioses, Paul Blofis, cuando te conocio se auto bombardeo de preguntas, aunque hubo un incomodo silencio cuando el pregunto si tienes hijos semidioses, luego de responderle todo, le firmaste sus pinturas, que tiene de ti

Como mencione es adorada por semidioses, entonces puedes apostar a que tendras varias parques con estuas, pinturas, canciones , incluso libros de poemas de los semidioses hacia a ti

Todos los demás son yanderes platonicos por ella, ah, como ellos te son fieles hay menos semidioses por alli, lo que Zeus noto y siendo el trato de hacerte daño, si lo logro o no ya es declaración de guerra, si estas bien seras la proxima reyna, ya no habra niebla, si algún fanatico religiosa llega a insultarte , tal vez musulman o cristiano, que son las religiones que mas odio , entonces la condena sera el tartaro para el , como también hay auto modernización , tal vez les hagan entrevistas o una pelicula, ellos lo estaran supervisando, solo sera en animación, ningún actor mortal se compara contigo

Joder pobres mortales si vienen con la intención de hacerte semidioses

Ares y Apolo superarian a Hera, por esa razón puse la lista de mortales que le llamarian la atención pero no haria nada por sus maridos

Cuando se rebelo aquello varios mortales, quisieron tener semidioses, eso porqué según ellos los haran dioses y subiran de status

Seran de distintas formas clmo decapitados por Ares, muerte por una peste, o las cazadoras si intentan romper su matrimonio de 3

SI no sobrevives tendras una estatua en tu honor, ellos mataran y torturaran a cualquier mortal que se atreva a pensar que podran ser sus amantes , Mary eres suya

Sobre los magos, como la familia Potter fue bendecida, es que desarrollaran su propia yandere con ella

Como tu los salvaste, ellos mandaran a hacer estatuas, pinturas en tu honor en todas sus propiedades, la revista que es propiedad de la casa black, es que solo tendran tus buenan noticias , torturaran a cualquier mago que insulte sus creencias de adorar a Mary, Ares, Apolo, Hestia

Theodore Nott, Narcissa,Draco y los hijos de Bellatrix con el sin nariz ni pelo, solo seran bienvenidos, con eso me refiero a dejar a Lucius, Narcissa, Bellatrix , Andromeda bajo cargos en Azkaban si se unen a adorarte, sin importar dejar en un feo orfanato donde no sobreviviran a sus 11 años

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How they comfort you when you’re sad (DLH characters)

Ares:

“Who the fuck hurt you?!”

His first instinct is to protect you and if someone dared to make you feel bad or touched a single hair in your head, they’re dead. He’s a god that can and will start a war for you, especially if what happened is really serious. Ares is not a god you should mess up with. But he’s a little lost if it is personal or emotional. He’s the god of war, he’s used to taking arms and action, he doesn’t know how to act when you need a softer approach, but he’ll try anyway. 

What he ends up doing (and works every time) is giving you the strength and bravery you need to stand up and keep going. He’ll encourage you to kick life’s ass, give it the middle finger, battle like a Spartan, and prove to the world that you’re strong and nothing can take you down. 

Arce: 

She gets anxious when this happens because she doesn’t know what to do or how to act. Her time in Tartarus made her fearful, distrustful and skittish. She knows that she’s too broken herself and is afraid of making things worse for you. However, the light of her rainbow, the one that refuses to go out, is what keeps her calm enough to at least think straight.

Arce really can't do much, whether it's something someone else did to you or something personal or emotional that's got you crying, she knows she's not strong enough to stand up for you (and she hates it), but what she can do is snuggle with you, hug you tightly and accompany you until the sadness goes away.

Deméter:

She goes full protective mode on. She hates that the world and life manage to find new ways of hurting you and your tears always feel like a thorn in her heart. But she remains calm on the outside, to avoid making it worse for you.

The moment she’d seen the tears in your eyes, she’d be quick to leave whatever she was doing to take your hand and pull you for a hug. She’ll keep you company, whispering sweet things in your ear while rubbing your back and trying to distract you by growing your favorite flowers. She gives you time to process it all before she asks you if there’s something she can do to help, but if not, she’ll just be by your side until the sadness goes away.

Hestia:

You don’t even need to tell her anything, she knows, she always does. Being the goddess that spies on watches over you the most, she’s always aware of what’s happening in your life, so she knows the exact reason why you’re sad. 

If it was someone else’s fault, you can be sure they’ll be burning alive not long after they hurt you. If it was something else, then Hestia will kick down your door, enter with her arms full of things you love, and drag you to your room to cuddle with you until you feel better. Either way, she wants you to know that there’s someone in Olympus that has your back no matter what. 

Hades:

Being the god of death, he’s used to the feelings closer to the negative side of the spectrum. Every day, he hears the laments and crying of the souls he guards, it’s just something so common there in the underworld, something he learned to ignore. So don’t expect him to act right away when you’re sad.

His first instinct is to wait until you get over it, but as time goes by and you’re not feeling any better, that’s when he starts to get worried. Much like Ares and Hestia, if he finds out it was someone’s fault, he’ll make sure to punish them when their time is up, sending them to Tartarus. He’s a god that doesn’t forget nor forgive.

Despena:

If there’s someone who understands sadness, it is Despena. She knows how hard it can be and how it sinks into your bones, even when you're having good days. Sadness breaks through when you least expect it. But don't worry, she is always there for you when that happens.

Despena is quick to take you to her own room, where she’d take off her veil and cover you with it, letting you use it as a blanket. If you want to talk about it, she’s more than happy to listen to you, no matter for how long, and after you let it all out, she’s quick to think about a possible solution. She just doesn’t want you to feel bad, never, you only deserve happiness and she’d do anything on her hands to make sure you get it.

Hermes:

He’ll be mad as hell that someone or something harmed you, but quickly pushed it to the back of his mind. The important thing was to get you to smile again. He’d try to make you like with his silly self, making jokes and pranks that would usually make you smile. If that didn’t work, he’d try plan B.

Hermes would take you into his arms and travel to your favorite place in the world in a matter of seconds. Wherever you wanted to be, he’ll take you. After he manages to make you crack a small smile, he’d get more serious, and, being the god of heralds, he’d know what to say to make you feel better.

Hécate:

There’s a reason she’s often called the “one with a gentle heart”. She’d hate to see you crying and would come to you immediately with sweet and reassuring words to make you feel better.

Being the goddess of magic and sorcery, she’d do all kinds of tricks to distract you while keeping you close to her, maybe even pulling you into her lap. She’ll play with your hair and whisper into your ear. Once she makes sure you’re fine, she’d ask you what happened. If there’s someone to blame, you can be sure they’d be cursed for the rest of their lives.

Freyja:

She’d be frozen the moment she sees you crying. She’s used to some of the souls in her palace weeping, but she was never too close to them as she is with you, so this scares her a little. Of course, she’d never let you notice it. 

Freyja wants to ask you if it was someone’s doing, but she knows it’s not the moment as you won’t be able to answer her, so she just sits next to you and pulls you for a hug. She lets you hide your face in her neck and stays like that for as long as you need.

Loki: 

First things first, did someone hurt you? No, no, don’t change the topic, he needs names and addresses. He just wants to talk.

Against popular belief, Loki is not an evil god, he just has a rather ambiguous morality, but he loves you above all things, and seeing you sad breaks his soul. He'll do anything in his power to see you smile again, whether it's distracting you with his magic or wreaking havoc, he just wants you to be better. If you want to just lay for hours, talk or just cuddle, he can do that too.

Hela:

Sadness is Hela’s oldest friend and she knows how to deal with it better than anyone. She knows that it is a natural part of life and it’s important, so, instead of trying to make you smile or being magically better, she encourages you to feel it. 

Hela’s by your side the entire time but never tries to make you stop crying because it’s ok to cry, it’s ok to feel vulnerable. She told you to scream or break something if you need to, as long as you don’t bottle up anything. She’s grateful that you trust her enough to let her see you like this and it just makes her fall more for you.

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CARRY ON MY WAYWARD CHILD [PART 4: EPILOGUE]

Ω PJO IMAGINE Ω

PROMPT: When a dream makes the reader unable to settle, they decide to take a walk, converting their dream to reality.

Reader encounters Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth on the run when they have a dream that makes them go out and see a sick Annabeth with a tired, injured Luke and Thalia. They take them in, saving them, and encounters them years later when they remembered a kind stranger.

a/n: Reader is neutral; no specific pronouns or descriptions used. Referred to as Y/N. Roughly college/university age. [AO3 LINK] | [1] [2] [3]

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“... and yeah, that’s what basically happened” you recounted, nodding to yourself while licking at your now dry lips. Your fingers nervously wrapped and drummed against the cup.

You glanced from your empty cup, struggling to decipher the tea leaves at the bottom but also trying not to because you didn’t want any more mystic, mythological, magical, whatever nonsense right now.

On the other hand, your nerves were shot with your aunt sitting across from her. So it was either trying to divert your attention to reading the damn tea leaves or staring at your aunt.

You took a quick peek up at your aunt, who was sitting across from you, sipping her own tea with a seemingly neutral face. Which either was good or very bad for you.

Pretending to sip your tea from very empty cup, you thought back to the situation.

You had watched the dawn rise and the sun peering over the horizon, light filtering through the open, broken doorway. The sky changing from its dark hues to lighter hues, the clouds appearing with tints of colour. You weren’t sure exactly how much time passed or if you somehow slept in your daze.

The only reason you snapped out of your stupor was it was time to make breakfast. When you had pushed yourself up and begun to make breakfast, it was only then you realized that the kids weren’t here anymore and you didn’t have to make breakfast on time.

It was strange how these kids appeared in your life and gotten you into a rhythm that you didn’t know you found yourself playing. When popped in the first bite of food, you chewed numbly, you noted why breakfast didn’t taste as it used to be.

With a full stomach, you turned your attention to cleaning up the house now it was daytime. The house was in such disarray with everything strewn all over during the scuffle, with broken furniture and pieces filling the gaps.

Time passed by you as you cleaned and straightened the house, taking moments to pause to eat the leftover breakfast for too many for one or to reminisce about the kids’ impact on your life when it came to you.

Then something strange happened. As you took the blankets and duvet outside and begun to hang them on the line, you saw something in the corner of your eye.

Your heart leaped, thinking the kids came back, but as you turned, your heart leaped for another reason as you saw a person. You let out a curse in surprise, hands and legs flying as you jumped, sending a duvet flying before you scrambled to catch it before it hit the ground. You heard chuckling and your face burned at the display.

“Sorry for scaring you” said the person, giving a grin that was more playful then apologetic. You stared skeptically at him, not believing his apology. He was a man with salt and pepper hair, with blue eyes that seemed to crinkle with mirth. There was something about him that made your brain itch, but you had no idea why.

Your brain could only handle so much itchiness.

You tossed the blanket back on the line before making your way to the stranger warily; your experiences with the monsters making you think twice. “Is there something I can help you with?” you asked carefully, looking for anything inhuman about him. He seemed like an other middle-aged man, but then again, monsters came in plain sight-

“Actually, I’m here on business if you will. You are (y/n) (l/n) correct?”

You felt a bit unnerved when he knew your name. You kept your toe to the fence, hoping the protections were still active.

“...Yes...how do you know that...?” you asked slowly.

“Well, before I can answer that, I come here on behalf of some individuals to extend their thanks to you.”

“Huh?”

The man gave a (too) charming smile and reached into his pocket. He took out a business card to you and handed it to you. You carefully took the card and it’s inscriptions read:

HERMES AGREIPHONTES

Ω

OLYMPYUS

Travel Agent, Head of Communications, Head of Commerce

you could feel something connecting in your brain, as you looked up at the man named Hermes. You squinted as you felt a connection forming before you gasped, connecting the dots. Of course, how could you be so blind?

“Wait, I know you-”

“Yes, (y/n), it may be a bit surprising for a mortal, but I am Hermes, the god of-” he started to say,

“You’re Luke’s dad?!” you said before he could even finish.

Hermes stared at you for a moment, eyes wide with surprise and totally off guard, before bursting into laughter while you had a red face.

You invited the man into the house, apologizing profusely for the strangeness of a lack of a door, but the man waved it off goodnaturedly and grinned, “I’ll just deliver a door for you as a replacement” he said before pulling out a blackberry and begun typing.

You opened your mouth to protest but you decided to just get your guest some drinks and snacks, hopefully not minding that you couldn’t host properly due to damaged house.

“So, uh, how may I help you? Like are you here for Luke? Because something happened and he’s not here, but uh-” you begun to stammer and Hermes gave you a soft, sad smile.

He gave a bitter chuckle, taking a sip of his drink, before giving you his full attention.

“Don’t worry about it. I know Luke was here recently, but it’s because of that I’m here.”

“What?”

Hermes eyes became dimmer and had a weak but amused smile.

“It’s a bit complicated and there’s only so much we can reveal given your limited knowledge. It’s against the law for us to reveal too much to mortals who are not prepared for it.” He said it a way that felt very personal.

You felt your mouth go increasingly dry. You remembered the dream that led you to meeting the children. Their weapons. The monsters. The man, the being, in front of you. You could feel yourself grasping onto something but you knew once you accepted that reality, it was the point of no return.

“...So why are you here? If not for your son? Or the other children?” you started to say otherwise. Hermes flashed you an appreciative smile as he continued.

“I, among a few others that I’m representing in their case, want to thank you for taking care of our children. There are...circumstances that prevent us from directly interacting with them, so the fact you have helped them as a host, not only under the Laws of Xenia, but also a protector, we are grateful for your actions and you will be rewarded with a boon.”

“A boon? Like blessings from a god?”

Hermes smirked, “Exactly”.

Your spine shivered at his words and you felt something looming. “And what are these...boons?”

“Well, that’ll ruin the surprise wouldn’t it?” said Hermes as he got up from his seat, and pulled out his blackberry phone, and for a moment you thought you saw something slithering around it. “But really, you’ll be getting your boon after we get approval from your patron and aunt, but for now, will suffice for now. Goodbye (y/n) and thank you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion but the doorbell rang, making your head turned. From where you were in the living room, you had a view of the foyer and there you saw two men with tool kits and a giant door. “Hello, we’re here to deliver and install your new door!” one of them said.

You opened your mouth then turned back to Hermes, or would’ve, but he was no longer there. You stared at where he stood and promptly turned back to the people at the door, pushing Hermes aside because you didn’t want to deal with it now.

And now here you were, with a new door that Hermes ordered for you on express service, and your aunt still sipping her tea.

“You’ve done well” said your aunt, as you looked up at her in surprise. She was giving you an amused smile.

“Uh...I did?”

“You did” she nodded. You waited for her to say more but she just gave you a smirk. You sighed at the how your aunt went back to being vague and you ran a hand through your hair, before leaning back into your seat.

“I still don’t know if all those things really happened but everywhere I look, I know it did” you started to say, “but if it was real, and I really did help those kids, I wonder if they’re okay.”

You felt your aunt pat your shoulder as she spoke. “It is how it is; but know this little one, they ever come back, they know this is a safe space for them.”

You nodded as you closed your eyes when your aunt patted your head. You closed your eyes as you listened to your aunt disappearing into the kitchen and begun making dinner. You listened to her bustling around the kitchen, the warmth of the house, and the lack of it as well before drifting off into a nap.

From that point, you almost forgot about those kids; being swamped back into college. It was almost the end of the semester and the full force of college work, with back to back projects, papers, and presentations. You were so busy and tired from it all, that you begun to dismiss some minor coincidences; things that were a little bit too good to be true but in the rush of work, you weren’t going to look a gifted horse in the mouth. Small mercies.

It was only after you finished your last hurdle as you merrily went made your way back home, finished with the semester. You had plans to go home, gorge on your aunt’s food and that dessert you’ve been saving for a job well done, and take a long year nap.

But when you bent down to slip off your shoes, you felt a subtle shift in the like something rippled in it. You looked up and found a girl dressed with brown hair and eyes, in a brown dress, giving you a warm smile. You looked at her with wide confused eyes as she sat at the table, laid out with a feast. By her side, was your aunt as she looked at you with a unfazed look.

“Ah, (y/n), right on time” she said, gesturing for you to sit. You hesitated but did as you were told, eyes on the guest.

“Uh, hi, how do you do” you introduced yourself to the guest, glancing at your aunt for any hints.

The guest smiled as you felt warm like a homey sense kind of way. “Hello, (y/n), we finally meet.”

You glanced at your aunt as she huffed. “Be on your best manners, our guest decided to stop by and prepare you this feast to celebrate your hard work.”

You looked down at said-food, and now you realized what was odd. It could be information passed by your aunt, but even then, the food was laid out with all your favourite foods; even if your aunt knew some of them, she didn’t know all of them.

There was a knowing smile to the guest as she gestured for you to eat. You did, slowly, but as soon you took the first bite, it was an explosion of flavour that made your body buzz in a way that was like eating the perfect bite. Your aunt and your guest ate and talked with each other like they were old friends and you couldn’t pay much attention, as the food seemed to draw you in.

With stomach full, fatigue was creeping onto you with the lack of stress. You were about to drone out with the dessert, when your aunt cleared her throat.

“(y/n),” she said, “Now you’ve eaten, it’s time for me to introduce you to our guest and patron.”

You looked at her and the guest as your aunt spoke next. “(y/n), this is one of our patron deity; Hestia, the goddess of the Heart, Fire, Home, and Family.”

You stared at Hestia with wide eyes as she smiled. Something seemed to click as you remembered about Hermes, then the children-

“Oh my gods, this is really happening. Hermes wasn’t just a guy named Hermes, that was the actual Hermes-”

Hestia giggled good-naturedly. “Yes, it really is (y/n).”

“Uh, why now? I mean, not I’m not glad for your presence Lady Hestia, but what brings a god to our mortal life?” you squeaked out.

“Fear not, no harm will come to you” she reassured and you believed her. “As for why you became involved...the gods are restrained in interacting with their children directly, but when they saw their children were in dire need of help, they were guided to one of my sanctuaries.”

“One of?”

Your aunt huffed. “The children you saved were not the only ones to sought safety here.”

You gaped at your aunt as more puzzles begun to fit into place; but acknowledge the bigger picture was even more daunting.

“You...were the only who sent me the dream,” you slowly said, not believing it yourself.

“In a way yes and you responded.”

“But-” you wanted to counteract, somehow logical it out-

“Child, have you ever realized something?” your aunt asked. You looked at her confused. “What are the children’s names that you cared for?”

“Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth, why-”

“But do you ever recall them telling their names?”

You went to open your mouth to say “of course they did, how else would I know their names?” but as you were about to voice it out, your brain caught it. You went through your memories yet you couldn’t recall them every actually giving their names. You stared at your aunt and Hestia in confused horror.

“How?”

“Our family are not strangers to offer sanctuary to those who need them, from all walks of life, nor do we have one singular patron goddess. In turn that allows us to have our own skills” explained your aunt, “There’s no true stranger in our homes, allowing us to offer them what they best need. Of course, this also applies knowing when to deal with unwanted guests.”

You tried hard to lean away from your aunt.

“(y/n),” said Hestia as you turned to her. “You’ve taken on your aunt’s duty when she was not here, and you’ve done is wonderfully. For your efforts, you are rewarded with boons by the gods.”

You stared at her as you heard a but. “But?”

“From this point on, you may return back to your life before you’ve met the demigods without any harm and with the rewards you’ve earned,” told Hestia, “But we also offer you to tell you about the world of the gods, and take on the same duty as your aunt has, and many of your fore-bearers. However, once you’ve crossed the line, you can never go back. What is your decision?”

You stared at her and flashed a look at your aunt, who remained neutral. You could tell she was giving you a choice and she would support you whichever you chose.

You looked back at the goddess, licking your lips nervously. Immediately, you were going to choose the former, knowing you weren’t equipped to handle all of this, fully aware it was safer in general.

Yet, you couldn’t help think back to Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth. You remembered meeting them for the first time and how relieved they looked as they realized they were truly safe. They didn’t tell you explicitly but you put it together that as demigods, their fate was going to be tough and rough. This was their norm yet...should it be?

You remembered those three, and knew they had already changed the course of your future. Even though you may never see them again, you wanted to offer some warmth to those who needed it, and maybe, one day you’ll see those three again.

You looked at Hestia and your aunt and you knew by the proud look in their eyes that they knew your answer.

“What do I have to do?” you asked as you decided to cross that line.

Years passed.

Since that fateful day, you finished your college studies. You got a job surprisingly quick (which you really thanked the gods cause it was nothing short of a miracle which you suspected was a boon used. Maybe), and you were satisfied, and you were setting up a good life all things considered.

It was almost a normal, mundane life.

Except for a few things.

The house was managed not just by your aunt, but also you; making you a co-owner. Your aunt showed you the ropes and provided you with experiences and knowledge. And magic, let’s not forget magic.

It also turned out the door that Hermes gave you, free of charge, had a hidden motive. It was also a magical door; that let anyone who prayed for sanctuaries to enter from anywhere; just they had to enter through the door. It was a bit of a shock when a different demigod and their satyr (which was a whole entire another experience), appeared through the door, looking very confused as well who were just in another completely different area.

It was something to get used to but at least the door allowed you to also go wherever you wanted to which you used regularly. Your aunt also used it more and more often to go to different places; especially now she didn’t have to make annual trips to get supplies (Athen’s Olives did not disappoint). The only drawback was to the door was it didn’t allow any demigods or those seeking sanctuary to wherever they needed to go; and would only go back to where they originally entered from; with a leeway of a 100 mile radius.

In retrospect it made sense. It allowed them to find sanctuary but they still had to go through the journey to wherever they needed to go. It was a process that you couldn’t help with.

But that only made you put more effort into the ones you could help with. With every demigod you helped, you learned more and more about each individual.

Imagine your surprise when you gotten a thank-you package of very fresh strawberries from a place called “Delphi Strawberry Service” and a quaint letter from a man named Chiron. You immediately clocked in on it.

It was nice helping those who seeked refuge. They weren’t limited to just Greek demigods, you also encountered others; Roman, Egyptian, Norse, all sorts of other cultures, and even some mortals.

But some part of you kept hoping you would see Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth. You told about them every so often to those who came over, hoping for some hint of information but you didn’t get much (you weren’t sure if they just didn’t know or they can’t tell you).

More time passed and now you had fully grown into your role. You were working from home and you heard the familiar special doorbell ring throughout the house that acted a forewarning to those incoming.

“(y/n), get ready for the next guests; I’m in the middle of this brew-” said your aunt through the pipe system. You heard a series of hisses and garble in the background following that, and you weren’t going to think what ingredients she was using

“Alright!” you said through the pipe before you pushed yourself from your desk. You did a big stretch, popping all the stiff joints in your body before getting up to greet the desks.

You went through the familiar twists and turns of the house before reaching the foyer. You expected the next occupants to be hurried or hesitant but what was strange this time were a single doorbell.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you answered the doorbell and your breath hitched. You looked at the person in front of you and then what was in their hands; it was the ID, your old, beaten up and slightly scratched, college ID card...the one the kids still had all those years ago.

You gaped at the person in front of you as they gave you a tentative smile. The people behind them looking a bit confused.

“Hi (y/n), it’s...been a while...” they said, before looking sheepish. “If it’s not too much trouble, can we stay over for a night, please?”

You looked at them and then at their companions and back at them. You let out a scoff and grinned, “Of course, in fact, there’s a lot you need to catch me up on.”

[F I N]

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a/n: that's a wrap folks! thanks for reading "Carry on My Wayward Child"! You can decide if it's either Luke, Thalia, or Annabeth at the end, there are no wrong answers ♥️ Like and reblog if you feel so inclined, and see you all later~ thanks for all the support! Much appreciate!

[vivalarevolution]

𝓖𝓸𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓷

Paul Atreides x Reader

Request: „Paul Atreides falling in love with his father's younger wife, whom he recently married for political reasons, yet he remains loyal and in love with Jessica.‟

A/N: Request from anon. A very interesting concept that I thoroughly enjoyed writing. As always, I hope you will like reading my work, especially since this is my first attempt at writing for Paul Atreides.

Please remember that english is not my native language and mistakes might happen.

She reminded him of a goddess , a being from ancient books that survived the destruction of Old Terra. She was beautiful like Aphordite , full of warmth as Hestia and innocent and sensitive as Persephone. Yet her eyes were full of sadness , like those belonging to Oizys.

And the young duke hated it.

He hated her sadness. The sadness which was caused by his own father. Leto Atreides married her , but there was no love between them , there was only darkness and misery that was draining the young woman from the inside. In Paul's eyes, his father's actions were cruel. He did not deserve such a delicate soul , and much less he deserve it to destroy it.

He tried , almost desperately , to understand the man when his eyes followed him with his own mother , but in vain. Because he loved the woman he could not have too much to forgive him for what he did to her.

So he stopped. He stopped looking for forgiveness , which never existed.

Instead, he surrendered to the arms of forbidden desire , surrendered to the feelings he had been hiding so deeply inside himself, surrendered to her will without her even knowing.

His shadow began to follow hers, her steps became his steps , her breath became his breath.

And suddenly Paul Atreides became everything to her that his father never was. He became her protector , her rock , her guardian , her savior.

But that wasn't enough for him. He wanted more. He had to have more.

He found her in her chambers , she was sitting on one of the many cushions, reading. But when she felt a presence behind her she stopped , turning her head to the side , looking out of the corner of her eye at the young duke.

-Paul - she said softly , turning fully in his direction - What brings you to me? - she asked him , closing the book , which suddenly no longer seemed interesting to her.

He didn't answer , not immediately.

But as the silence lengthened between them , the tension begin to grow as well.

-I want you - he replied suddenly , and despite the seriousness of the sentence his voice was composed , remarkably calm.

-What? - the woman whispered, shocked.

His words seemed to cut through the air like the sharpest knife, leaving behind a mark that was impossible to erase.

-I want you - he repeated , slowly approaching her figure.

She watched his movements , stopping only when the brunet kneeled before her.

-But you already have me - she said , placing her hand on his pale cheek.

Paul grabbed her wrist and closed his eyes allowing her addictive scent to dull his senses.

-Not in the way I would have wanted - he confessed , tasting her soft skin with his lips.

At his words, the woman pulled her hand from his hold , moving away from her husband's son.

-We can't. You know it's forbidden - she announced, furrowing her eyebrows.

-I know - he responded , getting up from his knees to approach her yet again - But no matter how cruel the truth is , my father does not love you , he never will. And I hate him for it, I hate him for marrying a woman he is not able to love.

-The world has always been cruel Paul. You cannot change it , you are in no position to. You are not a god - she said with a shadow of sorrow in her voice , feeling tears involuntarily flow into her eyes.

-But I can change the part of the world you belong to.There will be no more misery , no more pain - he declared, approaching her , trapping her between the wall and himself.

-Don't say that. I am begging you , don't say that - she whispered , closing her eyes, trying to push the brunet away from her, but to no avail.

The man kissed her cheekbones , nuzzling his face into her thick locks.

-Tell me the truth - he asked , but was met with silence - Tell me the truth - he repeated , but his voice no longer sounded familiar.

-I love you more than life itself Paul. I'm willing to die if it means I can taste your lips, even for a slight moment - she admitted, but although her words were sincere, it seemed to her as if someone pulled them out of her, without her permission.

-And I love you - he said - And believe me when I say this. I will never stop loving you. My love for you will only cease to exist when the sun will rise in the west and set in the east , when the seas go dry and mountains will blow in the wind like leaves.

-One day , you will regret those words Paul Atreides - she professed , feeling her breathing become more shallow and her eyes more clouded.

-Never - he growled , before attacking her full, pink lips.

His kisses were the opposite of him. They were burning , chaotic , dangerous.

But despite this , she desperately grabbed his shoulders , trying to pull him closer and closer. Their hands traveled over each other's bodies , as their lips tasted one another, never having enough. They seemed to have forgotten about everything except themselves.

Suddenly the mortal world no longer existed. There was no fear , sadness , or despair. In their place came lust , desire and love. Feelings that were forbidden to them.

But they didn't stopped.

They didn't stop when their bodies merged into one. They didn't stop when the first rays of sun appeared on the walls of her chambers.

They didn't stop because there was nothing strong enough to separate Paul Atreides from his goddess.

[24kmar]

𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙃𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙖

[ma1dita]

solipsism

a 'partners in crime' installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

words: 5.1k

summary: (post-TLT) drink responsibly… trouble doesn’t; you punch luke in this lol (novelization spoilers? kinda canon-compliant)

The one where you finally pray to Hestia to keep your home safe, even if he's also trying to destroy it. Luke visits you four times during college, in a timeline opposite to yours (doctor x river song-coded) (lore expansion & explanation here) (Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader)

a/n: i hurt myself with this one. anyways its canon (to me) that we’re roommates now !!!! more to come like i promised even during my birthday break ! scream at me in the comments and feel free to reblog :)

(post 3/6, edited/betad @hotchfiles )

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solipsism (the idea that only one’s mind is sure to exist)

You didn’t mean to send a prayer out into the world so strong that it would will an apparition of an Olympian, but burning cookies seems to be your specialty. Arguably, they weren’t the good kind, just the ones you grab in the freezer aisle of Walmart, and still, somehow they set your fire alarm off. Opening a window and waving through the smoke— Hestia, goddess of the hearth and home was standing next to the rickety dining table you bought off Facebook marketplace. 

“Holy shit, you scared me!” 

There’s mirth in her eyes at your reaction, though for all you know it could be annoyance—it’s not often that an immortal could be badgered enough to reveal themselves for an accident like this one.

“Dionysus was right. You’re too much like him for your own good,” she grins, taking a seat at the table like she’s an old friend. There’s a warmth to her unlike anyone you’ve met before—fire crackling in her eyes and an aura of serenity swaddling the air that you’ve never felt before in your student accomodations.

“I’m sorry I just… with all due respect, what’s going on?”

You go to toss the hot tray of cookies in the trash bin, before hesitating and putting them on your nicest plate. A gentle shove slides them over the table to the goddess, and she takes a crunch out of one happily.

“You were praying,” she states, like its common knowledge, “so strongly, in fact, I thought I’d make a visit to one of my most loyal devotees. Though in this case, you’re the object of his devotion, yes?”

Your hands are clasped across your lap and a familiar feeling spreads through you, then she jerks her hand up and points, “There. You’re doing it again. Y’know, it’s about time you start reciprocating the effort. Hermes’ son prays for you with intention.” You were thinking about Luke before she appeared—and hope glimmered like a tiny open flame. It’s still there, in the slow beating of your heart.

“He’s waging war with the gods. I don’t think he prays to them anymore,” you reason. Luke's offerings to the hearth must have been extinguished by the wrath he’s rained on Camp Half-Blood by now. The perfect storm.

“Not when it comes to you. Mortals never fail to surprise me. But it seems you’re a special case, my sweet. He’s made a home of you.”

To love Luke feels like having to keep a secret and never being able to tell anyone, but Hestia reaches for your hands across the table and looks at you knowingly.

“When I gave up my seat on Olympus for your father it wasn’t a sign of weakness, even if I did it so that others could be happy. I think your soul is a lot like mine in that you’ve given up so much of what you want to protect others. In turn, he’s doing the best he can to protect you; I listen to him every day, sweet girl. You are not weak for loving him still. There are generations of strength in your bones.”

“What else am I supposed to do? I search for him in everyone I meet and I’m not sure I’ll ever find that type of love again.”

These are thoughts you’d never told anyone—not Annabeth, not your father, not even yourself and surely never aloud.

“I hope you never do,” the goddess says, and you know it too.

i. no winter lasts forever (a night out after a drive home from virginia)

Flick. Flick.

“Come on, Hestia. Not you too. Don’t fail me now,” you mumble. The frigid metal of your zippo lighter rubs against your thumbs as you cup it in your hands, shielding the tiny flame that fights the harsh winter wind. Trying to focus as you lean against the brick of the Inferno, you take a deep inhale of smoke to warm your bones. Healing was never supposed to be easy.

Breathe in.

It’s somewhat of a routine you’ve made since getting back from visiting Annie. You’re a regular at this pub now—not even acclimated to the ins and outs of your sleepy college town, and though you don’t know the name of the hall your classes are in, you do know there’s a barstool in the corner of the Inferno with your name on it. There’s something funny about using your father’s gift as a form of fake id, and you wonder if he knows how heavily you indulge in your vices. Five vodka redbulls down the hatch have your knees feeling weak under the alley light until a stranger looms over you like a shadow.

“Those things are gonna kill you one day.”

Breathe out.

“Gods willing,” you laugh, stumbling over your boots and Luke catches you like he was never meant to let you go in the first place. The leather of his jacket is musky and his hair is buzzed. 

Either you were wasted or uncaring of who he was (both), you toss him your car keys and climb into the passenger seat. It’s a silent ride to your apartment besides you giving him the directions and Luke wonders how bad he must have hurt you for you to lay out for a stranger and waste away like this. But he’s the farthest thing from a stranger, even in this error in time and you’re still the daughter of the god of wine so after the third time you try to put your key in the lock he helps you because he hopes you’ll let him in.

“Y’know Annie would get a kick out of your haircut. Come inside.”

You’ve always been able to see right through him.

He’s standing in the hallway with his hand around your waist and he’s already broken too many of the titan’s orders by being here, so he scoffs, “You’re not gonna remember this by morning.” But you leave the door open anyway, dragging him by the wrist and your hand still feels the same in his even after all this time. What more is there to resist when there’s not much left of him to lose? 

This is the last time, he reminds Kronos, and there are monstrous hands around his brain, but yours are still gently holding his heart. The little part of his soul that hasn’t been eaten away holds on for a bit longer, tethered to your being by the way your hands are tied.

“I can, if you want me to.” 

He looks ready for war, and he is— yet you have him following you around the tiny living room almost in a trace as your arms loop around his neck. Luke doesn’t answer. He doesn’t know if you’d want to see him sober, especially when his absence is still fresh for you.

“Baby you look different from the last time we met,” you slur, stepping onto his feet as he takes you for a spin around the coffee table, dancing in the quiet. He’s older than you’ve ever seen him, voice deeper and colder. This is not the boy that ran from you in the forest many months ago. This is a man who’s seen horrors you haven’t lived through yet. You can deduce that he’s the cause of them too.

“So do you. Though still as beautiful as I remember,” he whispers like he’ll get struck for saying it. Your eyes are unfocused as he inspects your face, still soft and young with hope. The titan grips his features now, almost burning through his sense of self—though it’s not tangible he wonders if you could see it.

“I see you all the time. I just… usually have to drink enough to make it feel real. I just miss you.”

He looks pained at your words, and for a moment you wonder if he even heard you. Luke pushes you towards your room, an aura of darkness spreading through him like fire but he relents, pushing past the flames. He’s on borrowed time now, but Luke would gladly waste those minutes tucking you into bed.

Lifting your arms up, he pulls an old shirt of his over your shoulders, and his eyes catch onto the fact that you’re still wearing the dragon scale necklace he made you. Luke digs through your medicine cabinet while you sloppily wash your face and his calloused hands rub serums and moisturizer into your cheeks like how you taught him once upon a time. These are the things he won’t forget. Kronos can take it all away, as long as he gets to keep you. You lean against his chest and shut your eyes, scared that if you open them again he won’t be there.

“You’re not supposed to be here, are you? Are you mine?”

“I’m always going to be yours,” he says with no hesitation, “Four years later, and there is still not one living thing worth losing you,” he says, lips chasing after your fingertips as you trace his jaw. Your eyes flutter in exhaustion, and Luke’s eyes survey your room and he finds traces of you that he’s missed as he rubs your back lovingly like he has all the time in the world.

Your hands cup his face, making him look at you, and he surrenders himself to you as you pull him into a kiss. He’s a ticking time bomb about to detonate in your arms. The warnings that Kronos is beating into his head is nothing compared to the pain of knowing he won’t be with you for much longer. And he kisses you like he could save you from his blaze by doing so, lips and tongue and shattered breath saying I’m here, and this is real. Maybe your worst vice is not being able to wean yourself off the taste of him.

“Tell me what I need to hear. Even if it’s not true…Even if you’re not real,” you say between gasps, and your position on his lap makes him wonder why he’d ever give the world up and burn it down when it’s sitting right here and staring at him with violet eyes.

“It’s always going to be you and me. I’ll love you until the end of my days and then some.”

You laugh in the way that drives him crazy—though he already is, for loving you still. Luke lost all sense of himself when he left camp four years ago. All that remains is you, pushing him so that his back hits the bedspread. He lets you consume what’s left of him, and he’s on fire.

You wake up the next morning with a jolt. It’s still winter, and you’re still alone but despite the chill, you feel warm.

ii. autumn years (with a familiar visitor who finally shows up on time)

Knock, knock.

There’s someone at the door, but your date isn’t supposed to be here for another 10 minutes.

“Babe, someone’s here for you!” your roommate Jo calls out, and you tell her it’s fine to let them in.

The pantyhose clings to the lotion on your thighs and you fix the bracelet on your wrist, stepping out from the bathroom hollering, “You’re early, Kit! Don’t tell me you’re skipping to the good part; I’m a lady i–”

“Who’s Kit?”

Luke’s standing in the doorway of your bedroom and his eyes flit to the reflection of your naked back peeking through the undone zipper of your dress. You look stunning, lips painted red and eyes smoky, but you’re also furious. Too bad he’s always thought you looked extra hot when you’re mad.

“None of your business. As you can see, I don’t exactly have the time for this, Castellan.”

He shrugs, closing the door behind him gently and with the raise of his brow, Luke is leering at you like a teenage boy. Respectfully, of course. The glint of celestial bronze against his hip reminds you who he’s become though.

“I’ll make the time if you say the words, trouble.”

Sighing, you step forward, but then he does that thing again from the last time you saw him out on sea, twisting the crick in his neck like he has to resist your touch.

“You’re still funny. Some old habits die hard I guess,” you scoff, turning and lifting your hair out of the way so that he can zip you up. He opts to not touch you, sliding the dress closed until it fits against your body. You think you can feel his fingers ghost above your skin, and goosebumps rise where he leaves and his breath is warm on the back of your neck.

“Leave your weapons at the door. I run a tight ship, unlike you.” 

Gliding away from him while his hands are still in the air, you turn and sit at the edge of your bed, crossing your legs as you nod at him. Luke picks up the pair of heels next to where he sets the sword against the wall, and like it’s nothing out of the sort, he gets on his knees. You offer a foot to him while he speaks, “I could tell by the taser on your bedside table. You’ve killed monsters before, why a taser?”

There’s freckles on his tanned cheeks and he smells like the sun. You wonder what he’s done to come see you tonight.

“I’ve found out that not all monsters are mythical. When…are you?”

His eyes dart away from yours, securing the buckles on your ankles, and his touch sears through the mesh of your pantyhose.

“A few months ahead.”

There’s an eyelash on his nose, and your finger reaches out to touch it, but he flinches away. Face pulling into a frown, you spit, “You never slow down enough to let me catch up with you, huh?”

You can hear the microwave whirring in the kitchen, your roommate none the wiser of the sound of two hearts breaking. The both of you suddenly realize this is the first time you two have been alone (and the same age) since he left camp. There’s a silent question of if it will ever happen again as he gets up from the floor.

“So you’re seeing other people. Must’ve been easy, h—”

You punch him in the face before he finishes speaking, and all he can do is laugh. You would never let him off so easily.

“Fuck you. What, you think you can just hop in here and act like everything’s okay? What do you want, Castellan? For me to grovel at your feet and beg for you to fix what you broke?”

And you’re right, he supposes. This is the closest to peace that you’ll get in this life you’ve created without him. He won’t be able to take you on nice dinner dates like Kit can, or hold your hand without feeling like fate is going to smite him for existing. You scoff at the lack of his response.

“What happens next?”

Luke watches you chew on your lip, and even if he shouldn’t touch you in fear that you’ll will away his reason for defecting, by the gods does he want to.

“What do you mean?” he mutters. The cord of his necklace is tucked into your dress now that he looks closer.

“If I’m right,” you say (and it’s rare that you’re not), “each version of you that comes to see me knows less, and each time I see you I learn more. You were 23 last time. Why didn’t you see me at 22?” You know he won’t have an answer, but this is the only time you’ll be able to ask the real him. The one that’s yours, just a few steps ahead.

“There’s already been a lot that’s happened since I last saw you.”

“Are you going to hurt me?” you offer him, like he hasn’t already. He can feel the bruise blooming on his cheekbone and he grimaces with what he’s about to say.

“Never intentionally. I’ll try not to.”

It sounds stupid coming out of his mouth and you feel stupid with how empty you feel just watching him. He’s made a home of you, choosing moments in time to visit, but when he inevitably leaves, then what? Luke taught you how to be a home, forgetting you exist until it’s convenient and now there are things about yourself that you can’t unlearn yet don’t know what to do with.

Your roommate knocks on your door asking if you want a shot of vodka before your date starts, and Luke is already walking towards it since he’s overstayed his welcome. He raises his sword to open a portal but you shake your head.

“Go out the way you came,” you swallow, fiddling with the copper pendant around your neck, “and take the purple umbrella in the hall. It’s raining outside.”

When you walk into the kitchen moments later, the front door shuts gently and Jo’s sitting at the table with a mouthful of ramen noodles.

“Is he warming up the car? Your date’s hot as fuck, babe,” she grins, steam coating her glasses.

Knock, knock.

Your phone buzzes and there’s another knock at the door. Kit is 15 minutes late.

iii. auld lang syne (ringing in the new year with an old friend, or more)

Your apartment is filled with friends and acquaintances, but who the fuck cares anyway? There’s 10 minutes to midnight and you’re crossed out of your mind. Holding onto a half-empty bottle of prosecco, your heels clomp over to the window in the living room as you crawl onto the fire escape. 

Clack, clack.

The air is chilly as you hug yourself, and you hear someone step out onto the stairs behind you. 

“What are you doing out here alone?”

You sigh, not even turning to look at him, “What are you doing here, period?”

He takes the bottle of prosecco out of your hands, making you swivel your head to look at him as he takes a big gulp. He’s younger again, and it makes you laugh at how fucked up your luck must be to never be able to see him when you want. It’s always been on Luke’s terms.

“You’re too young to be drinking that,” you drawl, knees bumping against his when he takes a seat next to you. Long Island is quiet at night, and the lack of city lights is nice when you can see the stars so clearly. Music blares through your JBL speaker in the living room, and the sound of cheers gets louder when The Neighborhood starts playing.

“We used to do worse,” he laughs, but something in it sounds hollow. The breeze picks up and you shiver, taking the bottle back from him and swigging it.

“All these visits…you sure do know how to make a girl feel special. But you never come in the summer.” 

He clears his throat, before leaning back on his elbows, “ I haven’t gone a summer without you since we were 14.” This Luke doesn’t know what’s ahead of him yet, but you realize that he’s right. Even now, he keeps up the habit of pissing you off and raising hell on Camp Half-Blood every summer. You notice he’s not wearing his camp beads, and he notices you shiver again in the chill. 

Clack, clack.

Your heels rattle the metal of the fire escape as you readjust your position. He takes off his jacket to sling it around your shoulders and neither of you realize you’ve missed the countdown until fireworks burst in the sky above you. The red and blue reflect off the planes of his face, but what stands out to you is the orange of his shirt, and you comprehend now where he just came from.

“I had to see you. I didn’t get to say goodbye when I left,” he says, and you take another sip before handing him the bottle to finish off. The only new years’ kiss you’re getting is through the lips that hold the last remaining drops of prosecco. 

You nod, remembering it all too well as you both watch the fireworks in silence. He wasn’t able to watch them properly the last time he was with you, Annie, and Percy just a few hours prior.

iv. spring cleaning (only big days are ahead for the both of you) 

It’s quiet in your college apartment this morning. 

The moving boxes are half-packed and stacked against the wall of the entryway and the smell of freshly brewed coffee in the French press on your kitchen counter permeates the air. Perhaps the idea of caffeine is the last thing on your mind, hands twitching as they smooth over the black polyester of your graduation regalia. There’s a few hours still before the ceremony, but you’ve never liked being unprepared. Pollux is driving your dad down the Island because despite the war you’ll inevitably be fighting in once you cross the stage and get your degree, D specifically told Zeus that he’d wage another if he was made to miss your big day.

Parting your hair to fit under the ugly graduation cap, the tassel swings in front of your face as you grab a few bobby pins from the side table. A golden medallion of Castor’s smiling face almost whips into your cornea and you stifle a laugh. D said in his Iris message last night that all three of them would cheer so loud you’d be able to hear it from Elysium (and honestly, jokes aside—he probably has a way of making that happen). A staggered breath leaves your lungs, and you’re filled with anticipation, though you’re not sure what for. 

Time is a thief and you know that too well by now. After all, you’ve spent the past four years running from the truth of your heritage—dodging monsters between study sessions and grief welcoming you every time you come home. Four years later, and who are you trying to fool? While walking across that stage later you might as well take a bow. After all, your ex-boyfriend is the reason why there’s going to be a war of both blood and ichor, mortal and undying and still, you find yourself in the middle of it. You’ve found yourself fielding questions this last semester like dodging celestial bronze, the questions always a little too close to home and the answers you give are too entertaining to be considered the truth.

So, what are your future plans? 

Oh no big deal, just going home and dealing with generations-old family drama. If it drives me crazy enough I might enlist! 

Gods. 

How do you even articulate that these past few years were those future plans? That you didn’t expect to be alive this long, much less have the comfort of feeling secure enough to dream… It’s been years since you’ve had a good dream to work towards with a boy you once knew holding your hand through it all. But the expensive piece of paper you’ll be receiving later feels fake somehow. 

Who does that belong to? Surely not you…surely, someone who dreams without bearing the weight that comes with it. Someone who doesn’t have to look over their shoulder everytime they walk to work in the mornings, who can convince children that monsters aren’t real without having to lie. Psychology was a great field to learn from the mortal side of things—to know the reasons why brain chemistry affects us so deeply instead of just willing it away with the touch of your fingers. You like making people feel better. But who can ever do that for you?

A gust of wind sweeps through your room, the multicolored tassels hanging off your neck swaying from the force and you shut your eyes knowing he’s there again. Citrus and musk, and something that’s just him. He knocks over your hamper, cussing under his breath until his eyes follow your motionless figure in front of the mirror.

“Shit. I can explain, um… I thought you’d still be asleep,” Luke sputters, his converse falling into your laundry pile like quicksand. He bends over, stuffing your pajamas and sweatshirts back into the bin with fidgety hands as his eyes take a quick scan of your room. There are no pictures of you and him on the bedside table. For a moment, he wonders what that means but then his cheeks redden when he picks up a pair of your lacy underwear. He shoves that down too.

“Big day today. You know I can’t sleep when I know something is about to happen,” you smile wistfully, and you keep your eyes shut for longer, because like this, it’s almost like he’s actually there in real time. In a world where things went your way, this would be his apartment too, and his clothes would be scattered around your shared bedroom like how they used to back in cabin 12. You always used to put them on The Chair, as he would call it—but Luke’s known to make a mess of your life regardless of your efforts.

“When isn’t there? Something’s always going on when you’re around, trouble.”

Click. Scattered memories flicker in your head like images through a view-finder, spinning through your vision as you hear the sound of his laughter, gently tapping away at your heart again. Click. In the ones you pre-selected, he’s draped in sunlight, honey eyes sweet and kind, and his kisses are perpetual instead of an indulgence. Click. He’s always wearing faded orange, worn-out, but most of all well-loved. Click.

You open your eyes and they meet his own in the mirror. Time stops for once, letting you catch your breath.

Right now, he looks just as you like to remember him, as you knew him four years ago. Multicolored camp beads are resting easily against his broad neck instead of weighing him down, and he’s wearing the red converse his dad gave him. He’s too young, and so in love with you that it blinds him, but even then…now, he knows the look on your face and it makes him ask, “It’s not my first time visiting you is it?”

“You’re usually more discreet, the door right behind me wouldn’t have been your first option. But you’ve never failed to surprise me before. Tell me about your day, Luke.”

A hesitant smile crosses his face as he sheathes Backbiter against his hip, adjusting under the weight like he’s not used to it yet, and then he speaks, “We ate strawberries in the fields today, straight off the vine, but I argued that the ones you conjure will always taste sweeter to me. You smushed one against my face and I carried you home. You?”

You nod, turning around to face a ghost of your past, and the both of you meet in the middle only a hairs distance away as you admire each other.

“I graduate today. Annabeth’s driving up with her boyfriend and the rest of my family is coming to celebrate.”

He doesn’t know of Percy yet, of Chris’ insanity, of your brother’s death, and the immense hurt he’s caused everyone. The smile that lights up his face makes you realize he thinks he's still a part of this—you. And you miss him—even when he’s right here, fuck, you miss all the versions of him that have come to visit, even the ones you don’t know of yet. Tears brim your waterline as you take a deep breath; the last thing you want to do is scare him away.

“This was his promise to me. By showing me something I was sure of—and I always knew you’d graduate and make it big. Wanted to see it for myself, baby,” he grins, tangling his fingers with yours like your strings of fate, and though you know the answer to your next question you still take a chance, just in case.

“If I tell you what’s happened since…you. Would it be too late to change your mind?”

“Trouble, do you want me to? Kronos’ plan is already set in motion. I think…” he swallows, and your vision blurs without your permission as tears start to fall. Through the film over your violet eyes, Luke frowns and pulls your fingertips to his lips, kissing each one. He hasn’t done that in years.

“Did I make a mistake? Do I lose you, in the end?”

“Angelface…” you sniff, leaning your cheek against his hand, “You were so scared of losing me that you didn't even stop to think of what losing you would do to me. I lost you so long ago, Luke. And you’re not mine anymore. I don't think you have been in a long time.” In these heels, your forehead is closer to his lips so he kisses that too, hoping that somehow this time he can will away your pain instead of his. He doesn’t know what to do but hold you until you say something again.

“I’ll tell you something you need to hear. And no matter what you say or think, babe—it’s the truth. Even without all the glory in the world I would still be yours. I still am, even if I can’t bear it.”

Though he’s holding you, it somehow feels like the opposite—a purer version of him in your embrace while he holds the broken pieces of you together with his golden touch. Right now, you look into honey instead of gold. The both of you look at each other in the mirror melded together like kintsugi, something good still shining through the cracks of you two together like this.

The sound of keys jangling in the lock of the front door lifts you from his embrace, and with one look you both know its time for him to go; Luke’s brows furrow as he mutters, “I’m sorry. I’ll fix this, and we’ll be together. I promise.” You nod anyway, hoping at least one of you believe it.

“Go home, Luke. She…I still need you. I’m always gonna.”

He’s already got Backbiter in hand and one foot through time when he looks back at you. Your voice sounds a lot like how it does when you tell him you love him. Luke wonders how long it’s been since you did. Your bedroom door opens with a bang and some laughter.

“Hey troublemaker, you left the dryer on! All your clothes are gonna shrink,” Jo grins, peeking her head through the doorway of your room and she’s looking at you in your graduation gown standing there alone.

“Were you on the phone? Who were you talking to?”

It’s quiet in the apartment again. Your fingernails make indents in your palms, bunching up into fists before you let go. A sad smile crosses your face as you let the settling wind kiss your cheeks, before reality kicks in and everything settles back to how it was before. 

“Just someone I used to know.”

—

“And no one can ever figure out what you want, and you won’t tell them, and you realize the one person in the world who loves you isn’t the one you thought it would be, and you don’t trust him to love you in a way you would enjoy.” -Richard Siken

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[leehestia]

first operation || optional bias x reader

Pairing: doctor!bias x nurse!reader

Genre: married au, hospital au, fluff, suggestive

Warnings: hospital romance, pda, operation, mentions of blood, tumors, a lil swearing, mentions of seducing, mentions of cheating

Synopsis: Wherein Y/N's husband, H/N takes his first operation as lead-surgeon, and Y/N does her best to show her support and love for him.

A/N: This is based on Season 2 of Mischievous Kiss: Love in Tokyo!! But I decided to make the male lead less of a jerk and actually a caring husband LMFAOOO + i switched things up but i really got inspired by the drama and wanted to fix my frustration on how much i fucking hate naoki🥰 /hj

...

"H/N! Dinner's ready!" You call out to your husband.

Your majestic, smart, beautiful husband walks down the stairs, a binder in hand. You admire him, as he walks towards you.

"Stop daydreaming, Y/N." He sighs, sitting down on the counter chair. "Can't help it" You shrug, H/N still focused on the notes.

"What's that?" You ask him, eyeing at the item in his hand.

"A binder."

"Duh... I'm asking what it's about." You cross your arms.

"Notes for my first surgery."

"What?"

"Notes for my first surgery."

"As in... Your first first first where you're the lead surgeon!?" You scream in joy, your husband side eyeing you.

"Yes, Y/N. Please serve the food already."

"Eyy, you're a grown up already. Get it yourself."

He sighs, standing up. You take his spot to look at the binder, amazed.

"Oooo! You're working on this patient. I handled him once for my training." You chuckled.

H/N hummed, "So I heard."

He walked towards you, sitting beside you, a plate filled with mac and cheese in hand. "Mac and cheese again, Y/N?" He looked at you, annoyance in his eyes. "Why, you still eat it don't you?" You teased, still reading the patient details.

"Alright, alright. Give it back..." He said, trying to grab the binder back.

"Wait! Let me finish that page at leas- mmph!"

"H/N!" You groaned, as he pulled away from the kiss. "That will shut you up." He smiled, your eyebrows furrowed. "Yah! You can't just kiss me out of nowhere! A warning please, H/N!" You grumbled.

"You were on it again. Stop trying to peak into my notes." He said, reading the binder.

You pouted, standing up to get your food.

...

"Did you know?" One of your colleagues spoke, "Y/N and Dr. H/L/N are married?"

"What? You're joking!" Another colleague of yours laughed.

"No, it turns out they got married in college, Y/N was still in fashion design at the time. It was said that she transfered here because of H/N!" "How'd you find out?" She whispered.

"Apparently, people have sighted them share a very very short kiss in the lounge room, thinking no one was there!" Your colleague laughed.

"Well how'd you know they're married?"

"It's a secret, but since you seem very invested, why not!" She went close to her ear, "Nurse Hwang accidentally caught a glance of Y/N's birth certificate, it stated that she's married." Your colleague gasped. "And you know how she has Dr. H/N's last name? Obviously because it's because their married!"

"Gosh! And i've been swooning over a married man this whole time!" She giggled. "Maybe you should continue to, even try to seduce him! Y/N's obviously no match for such a perfect man like Dr. H/L/N!" They laughed.

"What's this about?" The head nurse interrupts the conversation. "Oh, Nurse Itsuki... it's nothing! We were just talking about Dr. H/L/N's first lead surgery!"

"I see... well, get back to work then." She replied. "Yes ma'am." Your colleague smiled, before both of them went along to do their tasks.

...

3 more days before his operation, you decide to take him out to the amusement park on his day off.

"Hey, you're skipping work just for this?" H/N complained.

You hugged his arm, "Yes! Of course I want you to get every work-related thing to get off your mind for today so that your beautiful brain can rest! Besides, the head nurse allowed me, because she knows how much I love you~" You giggled.

H/N simply smirked as he looked at you.

"Let's go there! Go win me a teddy bear!" You exclaimed before dragging him to the games.

...

Two days before the operation, you went to H/N's office.

"Yah, H/N!" You called. H/N turned to look at you standing at the door frame, annoyed.

You approached him with a grin, before closing the book he was reading, and pulling him out of his seat.

"What now?" H/N groaned.

"Oh no, I can feel your energy!" You exclaimed as you tightened the grip on his hand. "You're extremely tired! Go take a nap!" You smiled, before pushing H/N on the patients bed.

"Y/N, I have things to review..." H/N said groggily.

"Mhm, yes you do! But so that you can review it properly go take a nap. You were on the same page for more than 30 minutes!"

H/N just stared at the ceiling as you pulled a blanket on him.

"Go take a nap, I love you." You said, before kissing him on the cheek.

H/N just turned to look at you with a smile, before puckering his lips. "Here too." He whined.

You just looked at him, baffled.

"Really?"

"Yes. Give me one, now." He puckered his lips again.

"Aish..." You approached him, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"I'll see you later, H/N. Now go to sleep." You caressed his hair.

H/N closed his eyes, and you quietly left his office.

...

1 day before the operation, you entered his office again. "H/N, my mom told you to give you a back massage and to bring you to the church!"

"I'm too busy to go to the church, and I don't need a back massage." H/N nonchalantly said. "Then at least the back massage!"

"I'm fine, Y/N..."

You sighed, crossing your arms. "I'm just too worried about you..." You pouted, sitting on H/N's extra chair.

H/N turned his chair to look at you, "Come here." H/N instructed, gesturing you to sit on his lap. You obliged, sitting down.

"I don't need any manifestation or anything, Y/N. I just need you." H/N sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist and putting his chin on your shoulder.

"I know, but I just really really can't help it!" You complained. "All the nurses who found out about our said that I'm no match for you, and I'm a horrible wife... and if that is true, the least I can do is show you support!" You whined.

H/N frowned as he heard what you said. "Have more confidence, Y/N. I chose you. I'll never choose anyone else except you." He affirmed with a smile.

You slightly turned your head to give him a kiss on the head. H/N hummed, as he slowly closed his eyes, chin still on your shoulder. You felt his head hit the side of your neck.

"Are you sleeping?" You whispered.

H/N's response was only soft snores.

You didn't know how to get out, you didn't want to disturb him. You gave up trying to look for a way, and just fell asleep as well, still seated on his lap.

...

"H/N!" You quietly tried to call your husband who was currently seated in his office, door opened. He didn't seem to notice, making you look left and right before entering his office with no whatsoever warning for your husband.

"H/N!"

"Oh god Y/N!" H/N says, surprised. "Sorry... I just wanted to bring you this for good luck." You softly said, handing him a bento box.

"Thank you, Y/N." Your husband smiled. "...But are you sure you really want to give me your food... as a good luck?" He asked you.

"No... not really." You chuckled. "That's what I thought." H/N sarcastically smiled, before handing the bento box to you again.

You frowned, "Then what do you want me to give you?"

"Nothing, you're extremely bad luck." Your husband insulted you, making your eyebrows furrow.

"Yah, you married me and yet you don't expect support from me as your wife?" You placed the bento box on his desk once more, before turning your heel to leave.

However, you were quickly stopped by your beautiful husband, as he pulled you towards him. He gave you his iconic cute smile before sitting you down on his chair.

He closed the door of his office, locking it before walking towards you.

"H/N..." You looked at him as he removed his lab coat, throwing it on the patients bed. You giggled at his actions, as he leaned down to match your sitting height.

Your noses touched, as you wrapped your hands around his nape. You looked at the man above you, his eyes closed as he holds onto your thighs for support. You leaned in, and gave him a short kiss before quickly pulling away.

"Yah, make it longer!" H/N glared at you.

"Hmm... should I?" You mischievously teased.

H/N rolled his eyes, before kissing you. You quickly responded to the kiss, your hands slowly moving up to the back of his head, touching his soft hair (if he's bald I'm so sorru 💀) His hands transferred to your waist, pulling you up so you both can stand.

You whined in the kiss, as H/N makes you sit down on the patients bed as he continued to kiss you. Your hands tugged at his hair, wanting it to go further, until H/N abruptly stopped, looking at his watch.

"I have to go now..." He whispered against your face. You whined softly as you gave him puppy eyes and a pout.

"I'll treat this little make-out session of ours as a good luck charm." He smiled, before giving you a chaste kiss.

He pats your head, quickly grabbing his coat, then leaves the room. You were left in his office, alone. So you decided to use this opportunity to read his notes.

...

You spent at least 4 hours reading all his patient notes and studies, extremely intrigued. You heard a knock on the door, making your heart skip a beat due to the shock.

The door was immediately opened, worrying you. "Dr. H/L/N I need some- oh." One of your colleagues, Nurse Satomi had caught you in the act of reading your husbands notes.

"Ah~ Nurse Satomi!" You laughed, "I was here to get some notes for Dr. H/L/N! He told me to do it before his surgery ends which is at least..." You stopped for a moment to check your watch, "30 minutes from now!"

"I see..." Nurse Satomi smiled. "Let's go out together, shall we?" You offered, Nurse Satomi giving a nod in response.

You both exited the room, heading for the operation center. You and Nurse Satomi waited outside, and talked about the patients of a recent car crash.

You noticed a little girl and a woman, which is most probably her mom, waiting on the set of seats across you. You assume that they're the family of the patient H/N is operating.

You stare at them for a while until Nurse Satomi asks you a question that made you jump.

"Are you dating H/N?" She asked

You saw the woman and little kid look at both of you, shocked. You slowly turned to look at Nurse Satomi, who was waiting for an answer.

"N-no, not exactly dating..." You said in response.

Nurse Satomi suddenly gasps, "Then you're siblings?!"

"No, we aren't." You chuckled. "Then what are you both? Why are you so close?" She raised her eyebrow as she crossed her arms.

"We're uh- we're-"

"Dr. H/N!" The woman earlier suddenly called. Your husband and his assistant doctor during the operation came out.

"Oh how is he?" She asked your husband. "He's doing fine. We removed the tumor, so now he just has to rest here for about a month so that we can run tests as well just incase of any problems or casualties." H/N said. "Oh thank you so much doctor!" The woman bowed.

"No problem ma'am. Thank you for trusting me." H/N bowed back.

H/N then finally noticed your presence, and excused himself.

He walked towards you, reaching his hand out for you. You took it, and stood up. He bowed to Nurse Satomi before he linked arms with you.

"Let's eat?" You asked him. "I have to change clothes first, dumbass."

You looked at his clothes and gasped. "Oh you're right!" You laughed.

…

You and H/N walked to the doctor's shift room, and you waited for him to change. He came out in his doctors gown and you were confused.

"You have a shift today?" You asked. "No, I don't. I just felt like wearing it."

You scoffed, "Your first operation got into your head didn't it? So now you feel like a real doctor now huh?"

"Hm, I guess so~" H/N teased.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, walking away. "Hey, wait up!" H/N caught up with you, taking your hand and pulling you to face him.

Your heel turned, almost tripping, until H/N caught you by the waist.

"So clumsy..." H/N smiled. You furrowed your eyebrows, fixing yourself to stand properly.

"S-stop teasing me." You mumbled. H/N giggled, as he pulled you in for a kiss.

"Dr. L/H/N, Nurse L/H/N! What are you doing!" The head nurse shouted as if she witnessed a murder.

All the people around turned to look at the two of you. Embarrassed, you suddenly ran away, H/N following behind you.

"Y/N! You'll be working overtime for this!" The head nurse shouted as you ran away.

And that is how the whole hospital found out about your marriage. :)

The end. (Be ready to suffer btw)

[theredquill]

⠀゜・． HEISTIA UMBER ; keepers of the flame, she/ her, lone daughter of the lord of last hearth. the last hold before the night’s watch lands and the wall.

helaine was a child of old tales and snow, and blood. there’s always blood in the old tales isn’t it? she imagines the others and the winds turning. she was born on coldest day of that summer, howling airs and infant cries sound so similar at a distance. she can always tell something bad in about to happen, taste it in the air almost, metallic and unstoppable and there’s nothing she can do but sit still and watch as everything goes wrong. it’s a kind of useless magic. she woke up in the godswood that one time, barefoot in the snow, crying like the faces in trees. she couldn’t stop. wouldn’t stop. something was moving her to till the salt tears reddened and her face stained with blood. she sees a boy in her dreams. he talks her in a swamp, the water is blood. it’s always blood. they are both messengers, knees deep in mud and curses and there’s nothing beautiful about it. they will always be half covered in death.