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selfishdoll · 11 months

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FOUND OUT FT. VAMP! ARMIN ୨୧ ｡ ⟡ ⋆ ࣪. ໒

armin arlert, your good friend of two years and hard crush of one. you decided to become his roommate just three months ago and all has been well. except for the fact, a ludicrous idea has entered your mind. one so silly, you didn’t even want to believe it. what was it exactly? well.. that armin, was a vampire. this wasn’t some fantasy or fairy tale.. you weren’t bella and he wasn’t edward. there was no way, no way in hell armin was a vampire.. right?

❛author’s note...❜ ━━ please bare in mind i haven’t touched aot for a long time & only posting this fic for my reawakened obsession with the anime & manga. that said, if you think armin is ooc, i’m sorry— but again, i warned you (plus i’m not the creator). if you enjoy this, please give me more characters to make vamp versions of. of jjk or aot. and as always, please excuse any grammar mistakes or typos <3 (4680 WORDS)

It was common to question reality. To ponder about situations that were outside the norm. What if a zombie apocalypse happened? What if aliens were real? And finally, what if your good friend— turned roommate, was a vampire?

You felt silly as the thought, the pondering consumed you within the first week of living together. You really had no reason to believe Armin Arlert; a sweet young man with a heart of gold was some bloodsucking beast. Or rather, you didn’t want to believe it. Such information would drastically change the trajectory of the relationship you had with him.

The pipeline from friends — secret one sided pining — to prey wasn’t one you wished to follow.

Yet, all signs pointed to the answer; all signs pointed to Armin being a vampire.

For one, you’ve never seen him eat. Ever. Each time you offered some of your food, Armin would give you a gentle smile— while refusing. I already ate. Was the signature line he delivered, no matter the time of day. But, that wasn’t too concrete; he worked at home and you worked in a clinic— there was a possibility he was telling the truth.

The second piece of evidence may have been the key. The man would stock up his side of the fridge with this.. juice. Red liquid within clear bottles, the print labeled in a language you couldn’t understand. No matter how much you searched online, you simply couldn’t find it. So, you did the unthinkable.

You popped open a bottle, taking a swig. You expected a disturbing metallic taste; one that would cause you to spill the contents of your stomach. Instead a sweet fruity flavor tickled your tastebuds, causing your eyes to widen and quickly pull back from the bottle.

In time to see Armin entering the kitchen, flashing you a smile.

“I was wondering when you’d try them. I bought so many.” He spoke sweetly, informing you it was some random juice he bought whilst on a business trip.

With both his words and the concrete evidence, you believed him.

But there were so, so many more instances where you wondering if you were grasping at straws. His refusal to enter a home without access? Well, Armin was always polite. The way he avoided you whenever you got hurt? He did inform you blood makes him queasy. Or how each time you got your period the man just suddenly had a business trip? Armin did state his work schedule was weird.

It frustrated you to no end. You hated yourself for developing the thought in the first place. You already fucked falling for him a year ago, and now you just had to come up with the most ludicrous idea.

Armin Arlert, a vampire? Please..

The breath that escaped you was ragged, eyes pinched close and leaning your head against the steering wheel. The way a cramp could ruin your mood in a matter of seconds was beyond you. Truly, it was.

You were glued to your seat unable to move due to the pain within your stomach. Which could only be described as millions of knives being rammed directly into your uterus. A dramatic metaphor, but a fitting one.

A groan escaped you as you lifted from your curled position, the back of your head pressed against the seat. The pills you consumed just ten minutes ago had obviously not taken effect yet, leaving you unable to fight against the pain. You tried, you really did try to make it to work despite the aches— but you couldn’t. You pulled over into the nearest store parking lot just to make a quick call to your supervisor.

Thankfully, she was very understanding; even gently scolding you for attempting to work in the first place. The interaction caused you to smile, thanking her profusely and promising to make up the hours.

Now, all you had to do was get home. Though, as your eyes opened from its previous pained scrunch, you focused on the store in-front of you. A soft hum escaped you as turned the engine of your car off. A quick run to get some much deserved snacks was fine, right?

You opened the car door and exited, locking it behind you with a hand pressed against your stomach. It was comical attempting to massage the cramps, but the warmth of your hand was elevating the pain— slightly. Not much.

You approached the store doors and entered, flashing a smile to a worker that greeted you. You turned down an aisle whilst looking over the selection of snacks, kneeling to take in the rest of the shelf. While thinking over what you wanted, an idea popped into your mind.

Armin was always so doting and sweet whenever he went out to the store; always asking if you needed something. You wanted to do the same.

So without a second thought you grabbed your phone from your purse, clicking his contact and placing the receiver to your ear. The ringer went off two times before the man picked up, his usual tone entering your ears;

“Hey (Y/N)— are you okay? You don’t usually call me during work.”

You smiled, standing from your kneeled position. “I’m okay!.. well, not really. Cramps are kicking my ass right now,” You hummed, walking down the end of the shelf.

A silence entered the call for a moment before Armin spoke again. “You mean.. menstrual cramps?”

“Yeah!— sorry if that was too much to share.. Anyway, I’m at the store right now do you need anything?”

Armin cleared his throat a bit, the faint sound of something entering the call— but leaving quickly. “N—no. No, I’m fine. Thank you for asking, (Y/N).”

With chaste goodbyes you ended the call, placing your phone back into your purse. You finally decided on some gummies and chocolate, heading over to the register with a little pep in your step.

Pigging out on the couch seemed like the perfect day.

You left the store quickly after paying, entering your car even quicker and reaching your shared home in record time. Opening the door, you sighed as you placed your keys onto a table nearby; purse following. You walked towards the back of the house, glancing over at Armin’s closed bedroom door. With a small smile you walked up, pressing your knuckles against the maroon colored wood.

A minute passed before the door was opened, revealing his form. His eyes bored into your own, flashing the same gentle smile he always did. “(Y/N).. you should be resting.”

You smiled back at him, “Just wanted to check on you before I lay on the couch for the rest of the day.”

The man blinked as your words set in, watching you turn to enter your bedroom. Hesitantly, he followed, standing in the doorway. “On the couch?”

“Yeah! Don’t worry I’ll have a towel under me.”

“I wasn’t worried about that..” Was the faint mumble that escaped the blonde, words you didn’t hear. A soft sigh escaped him, however, blinking to glance at you. “Hope you feel better.” Armin said more clearly, turning to walk into his room after you gave soft gratitude.

You grabbed some pink bebe shorts and a random black tshirt, walking over to the bathroom with a pad in tow. After doing your business and changing, you entered your bedroom again to place your work clothes away— grabbing a clean towel shortly after.

You exited to enter the living room, smiling at the couch waiting for you. Walking over, you stretched the towel out along the cushions, pulling the coffee table closer for convenience. After grabbing your snacks and a water bottle, a stiff sigh escaped you as you laid across the couch. The towel was a bit uncomfortable if you moved, but you rather that then possibly leaking through the pad you wore.

Your hand reached for the remote beside you, turning the channel to a tv show you’ve currently been obsessed with; True Blood. A small chuckle escaped you as your cheek sunk into the pillow under you, placing the remote down. Maybe you were watching it too much, maybe that’s why you thought Armin was some blood sucking beast.

But, there was no way. You were literally on your period and he was.. well— normal. As normal as Armin Arlert was anyway.

You turned to open the pack of gummies, taking a bit in your hand before sinking back into the cushions. Your eyes remained glued to the screen as you popped one into your mouth, oblivious to the hard stare you were receiving.

An hour and a half passed with your continued watching, getting up in between to use the restroom. Your snacks were long gone, water bottle empty, and pill; worn off. You had zero energy to get up and grab some more, especially since you just found the perfect spot to help your cramps.

You hissed softly, moving to press your face deeper into the cushion. You’ve had a period for twenty-two years now, yet it always felt as if you were experiencing it for the first time. It was annoying, truly annoying. With a subtle groan your eyes blinked open, racking your mind for a moment before an idea peaked within you.

“Armin!” You called out from the living room while turning to lay on your back, hand strewn across your lower stomach. Moments passed before his bedroom door opened, footsteps entering the living room and revealing your roommate. Who looked a little tired. Strange, you’ve never seen him in such a way.

But, instead of inquiring you gave a little smile; “Could you grab my pills from my bedroom, and a water bottle?”

Armin’s eyes carried down your form for a moment, mouth opening before closing. Instead, he simply nodded; turning to head to your bedroom.

Maybe periods really did make him uncomfortable. You’ve never seen Armin so fidgety and nervous, as if scared to speak. It would concern you more if another cramp didn’t pierce you, causing a soft groan to slip past your lips. You heard Armin move from your bedroom to the kitchen, opening the fridge and closing it after.

You looked up at the man, watching him stand a few feet away; placing the items you requested down on the table. You sat up with a sweet smile, swinging your legs over the couch. “Thanks Min.” You spoke, watching him nod and turn to walk away. Instead of leaving him be, you spoke up again;

“You wanna watch something together? I’m sure being cooped up in your room is boring..” You don’t know why the suggestion escaped you, feeling embarrassment the moment you noticed Armin’s form stiffen. Your eyes turned to the pill bottle, twisting the cap slow. “It’s uh.. cool if you don’t want t—“

“Is this another test, (Y/N)?”

You blinked slowly as his words permeated the atmosphere, entering your mind and settling there for a split second. You thought over the sentence, tongue nervously swiping across your bottom lip the moment you realized his tone. It’s usual softness was gone, replaced with something you couldn’t pinpoint.

You tried to play off your silence, a soft— forced chuckle escaping you. “Test? What test, Armin?”

You watched as the man’s shoulders lowered, body turning to face you. Your teeth was caught on your bottom lip, feeling tension enter the air.

Armin looked at you, or rather observed you for a silent moment. You didn’t know what to do, trapped under the gaze; unable to look away. Your fingers gripped the towel underneath you, debating whether to apologize or demand to know what was suddenly wrong.

Finally, after what seemed like hours but was truly five minutes; Armin spoke.

“First, you take a bottle of mine and drink it without permission.” His words were slow, as if listing off the directions of a cookbook. What’s more, Armin moved towards you, your chest bumping with each step he took. “Next, you accidentally, cut yourself whenever I’m in the kitchen.” He was close now, standing beside the table.

You sunk into the cushion behind you, gasping the moment he closed the space; hands pressed against the furniture— trapping you. “And lastly, you invite me to sit with you in such an innocent manner.. I don’t know whether to call you a genius or just plain naive, (Y/N).”

“Armin..” You breathed softly, feeling your mouth go dry. His eyes flicked between your body and lips, clearly struggling to focus on a single thing. “Armin, I—.. I’m confused, what are you talking about?”

Finally it seemed he had made a choice, gaze focusing onto your own. Silently, the man smiled, a forced one— a toothy one. Your eyes widened, breath hitching the moment you spotted the fangs placed perfectly in his mouth. A shudder went down your spine, gripping the towel even harsher.

“Oh wow..” Armin spoke lowly, stealing your attention from his canines. “I reveal something.. so, so troubling and yet— you’re excited. More then excited actually.. ecstatic, maybe?” The man pondered, coming even closer to you.

Your hands rose to grip his arms, gasping the moment you felt his face lower to your neck. As his teeth ghosted your neck, you felt your heart threatening to escape your chest. You pinched your eyes closed, twitched, even turned your head to the side.

And yet, Armin did nothing. He simply.. hovered there.

A frustration you didn’t wish to acknowledge build within you, manicured fingers digging into his cool, skin. “Armin..”

“What is it, (Y/N)? You want me to bite you, don’t you?” The words escaped him the moment you uttered his name, a hand lifting from the cushion whilst he pulled back from your neck. Now face to face, his fingers collected your chin to assure you didn’t glance away. “I thought at first you were concerned for your safety, maybe even scared. But no..” His lips quirked, thumb rising to smooth across your wet bottom lip. “You’re clearly far from scared.”

“Armin.. please just—“

“I will. I promise.” He interjected, releasing your face. Your eyes widened the moment he pushed your shoulder, laying you down on the couch. The cushion in-front of you sunk in as he sat down, hands dragging to your waist covered in shorts. “But first.. I think I’ll get my fill another way.”

Your eyes widened at his words, feeling his fingers hook under the thin pink fabric of your bottoms and panties, peeling them from your body in one swift motion. Embarrassment flooded through your body, instinctively closing your thighs.

Armin’s eyes switched from your legs over to your face, head tilting as he took in your nervous expression. To your surprise, a gentle smile stretched across his face, one that you’ve gotten used to, one that caused you to melt easily.

Noticing this, it didn’t take much to gently push your legs apart, featuring your cunt to him. “That’s a good girl..” Armin spoke softly, hand slipping under your shirt, spreading across your stomach. The man lowered until he was face to face with your slit, unfazed by the blood upon it.

You whimpered the moment his thick tongue glided up— hole to clit, hands reaching down to rest upon his hair. A soft groan escaped the man, rising up whilst licking his lips clean of your mess. It was clear all restraints were gone now, the wild look in his eyes causing your stomach to stir.

“Do you know how long I waited for this?” The man questioned you, resting on one hand; the other’s fingers gently gliding up and down cunt, collecting your mixed essence and blood. “You were gonna drive me crazy one day; parading in such small shorts, showcasing your skin to me.” His words escaped him shamelessly, fingers pushing past your folds to gently brush your clit, moving away before you could even moan.

“You wanted this from the beginning.. didn’t you?” Armin suddenly spoke, escaping the trance to look at your face. He watched as you shook your head far too quickly, a small no even escaping you. That alone caused his reddened lips to curl into a smile, “You should leave the lying to me, sweetheart.”

You gasped the moment he dove back down, lips pressed against your wet slit. The man wasted no time in allow his tongue to glide across your slit, pushing to licking at your clit. Your taste, your smell— it was enough to have him groan right into your pussy, drinking every crimson droplet that escaped you.

You thought you would feel uncomfortable, maybe even a little gross; getting ate out in such a state. But those thoughts melted the minute his lips wrapped around your swelling bud, teasing you gently with the points of his fangs. Your back was rising from the cushion now, squirming upon the towel underneath you.

Your hands lowered to his hair, fingers curling in the blonde tresses for a tight hold. With the way his tongue was moving against you, you needed leverage; you needed an anchor. You felt far too pliable, melting into the feeling as wanton moans escaped your slick lips.

Gasps of his name, sweet whispers of how good it felt. Your arousal mixed with blood was trickling freely from your entrance, making such a mess; one that Armin lapped up far too eagerly.

And the moment you felt his thick tongue curl inside your awaiting hole, oh— you were finished.

“Hah.. Fuck, Armin—!” You hissed softly, feeling the wet muscle twist and turn inside you, brushing against your gummy walls and delving on you like a meal.

Which, to Armin, you were.

The man groaned into you in response, hands moving to your thighs and gripping; halting your moving. You were forced to lay there as he ate you, a band forming within your stomach; long replacing the agonizing cramps.

Your moans bounced off the living room walls, face turning into the cushions as hot pants escaped you. Your toes were curling, a sweat presenting itself upon your forehead as the pleasure consumed you full; flooding his mouth with more crimson arousal.

Armin drunk you up eagerly, fingers digging into your skin to keep to right there. He licked you clean, leaving no spot untouched; savoring his plate. After moments of this pleasure it melted into overstimulated torture, hands falling and pushing against his head.

“A—armin.. fuck, I can’t—“ Your eyebrows were pushing close, rising to sit up; gasping the moment he tugged, forcing you to fall back on the cushions. His face was flush against your messy cunt, drinking you up completely. Little tears formed in your eyes, legs moving as your stomach clenched and clenched.

Your worried words fell on deaf ears, literally. With how much your warm thighs were wrapping around his head, he could barely hear a damn thing. Even so, Armin refused to leave— not until you came on his tongue again.

With more fearsome licks and sucks, hands massaging your skin as if coaxing you— Armin felt his dick jump the moment you cried out for him, coming all over his tongue again.

“Taste.. so good, so fucking good princess…” He drawled right into your center, the vibrations of his voice causing you to keen. Unlike before, he let up from licking you dry, raising from between your legs— a complete mess.

You watched as Armin’s tongue licked the rest of your taste off his lips, his eyes closed; relishing it.

His hands slowly dropped your body to the cushion, hand curling under his shirt and pulling it off his body. Once off, the man used it to wipe his face— tossing it to the ground shortly after.

He’d wash it later.

Armin moved to hover above you, hand falling to your chin and turning to looking at your eyes. The man smiled the moment your hand wrapped around his wrist, leaning down and pressing a wet kiss to your cheek. “Your cramps gone?” He asked in a soft, coy tone. The small huff you released caused the man to chuckle, moving to plant his lips on your own.

You moaned as his tongue intruded your mouth, ignoring the foreign taste of yourself on your tongue. Instead, you focused on him sucking your own wet muscle whilst his hand lowered to your covered chest, a thumb brushing over your hardening nipple. Your soft pants entered his mouth, hips rising against him; caring less if you soiled his pants.

And it seemed he didn’t either, hand gripping your hip and grinding back against you. Your hands traveled up his back, a hiss escaping him from how your short nails dragged across his cool, uncovered skin.

Pulling back, Armin stared down at you, taking in your bruised lips and the clear want swimming within your dark eyes. To add to the pretty picture was your bonnet slipping off your head, exposing the perfect boho braids you’ve recently got; edges sweated off.

“Such a mess.” The man murmured softly, hand rising and treading from your neck to your cheek; cupping it to allow his thumb to drag under your eye. “My pretty mess..” Armin dragged, leaning closer as his hand released your face, falling to his hips to tug down his sweats and boxers.

Your noses brushed together, your soft breaths fanning against his face. “Yours..” You murmured back, staring into his eyes. Such words brought a smile to his face, stealing your lips in another kiss while his tip brushed against your soaked slit.

Pushing you wider, Armin angled to slowly push inside, gripping your thigh the moment you tensed up. He pulled back from the kiss, forehead rested against your own. “Mm, don’t tense up; relax for me.. Just, relax.” He cooed softly, thumb tracing the stretch marks that littered your hips. With less effort he pushed all the way inside, praising you softly;

“Taking me so well, pretty.. such a good girl.” Armin spoke, chuckling at the small whine that escaped you. Pressing a gentle kiss to the space between your eyes, the vampire rose to rest on his hunches. He observed you closely, searching for any sign of restraint or discomfort. The moment he discovered neither, he was pulling his hips back until only the tip was inside.

Armin then plunged his hips forward, the wet sound echoing in the room; followed by your soft moan. His hands moved to your hips, starting a languid pace. Despite how good you felt around his throbbing length, you didn’t want to hurt him. Despite how sweet your moans were, he controlled himself in fear of harming you.

But, you were far from compliant with the current pace.

Your hips rose to meet a thrust, the action alone causing a moan to escape the both of you.

“N—need more, Min.. please.” Was the soft beg that escaped your slick lips, rocking your hips; watching the way his eyebrows creased and lip was caught under his fangs.

His restraint was dwindling with each roll of your hips, each sickeningly sweet plead that escaped your throat. Finally Armin’s inhibitions melted away, the slow; carful moans switching into fast snaps of his hips.

Your head landed against the plush cushions, crying out as your legs wrapped around his waist. He was drilling you into the mattress at this point, a harsh grip to keep you in place as he fucked you. A string of curses escaped you, gripping the towel underneath you as your feet bounced with each thrust.

Armin lowered, the new angle causing your swollen bud to brush against his pelvic area; the new sensation completely turning your brain into mush. The man enjoyed it all, glancing down at you in complete awe. You looked far too beautiful like this, far too—

“Perfect.. so fucking perfect— fu..fuck—“ The man hissed, pressing an arm above your head whilst the other grabbed your cheeks. “Look at me, princess.. that’s it, keep your eyes on me. Watch how well you take me.” His words were driving you deeper and deeper, your walls clenching as jumbled cries of his name escaped you.

“A—armin—!”

His eyes were rolling back at the call of his name, drilling into you as he leaned down to your neck. Between the harsh bouncing of your body his fangs sunk right through your skin, gripping you even closer the moment a shriek escaped you.

A guttural groan escaped Armin as he delved on your blood, hissing the moment you creamed all over his cock. Yet, his hips never stopped; continuing to ruin you, using his form to keep you laid out and open on the couch.

Your eyes were meeting your skull, lips parted as shameless noises leaped from your raw throat. Soon he let up, licking the wound from his fangs and moving to be face to face with you again.

“Taking me so good, princess— like your.. fu—fucking made for me, shit—“ Armin closed his eyes tight, feeling his orgasm build. Your velvety walls were clenching him so nicely, pulsing around his heavy length with each drag of his hips. His balls were slapping against your center, the wet strikes entering the room of sex and combined moans.

Tears trailed from your eyes, staining your brown, chubby cheeks as your hand carried to his hip. Despite the pleasure, the pain of another orgasm was approaching; your body writhing as you furiously shook your head. “Fuck, I— fuck, I can’t Min!” You whined out, breath bitching as a feverish kiss was placed to your forehead.

His face was close now, nose brushing your own as his lips ghosted your own. “You’ve been so good so far, don’t stop now sweet girl.” Armin hissed between clenched teeth, a hand falling from your hip between your conjoined bodies. The moment his fingers rubbed against your little bud you were arching, the vampire easily chasing your body to continue the harsh circles.

“Fuck, fuck! Armin—!”

“That’s it, baby.. let it out, don’t hold it.” The man coaxed softly, eyebrows creasing as he felt his own orgasm arriving. Armin watched intently as your stiffened, a drawn out cry of his name escaping you while making a complete mess of his lower half. “That’s my girl.. my good fucking girl.” He leaned to plant another kiss to your lips all while his hips never stopped their pace.

Soon enough, a harsh groan entered your mouth as he flooded you with his come; some spilling out from inside.

You pulled back from his lips for air, clinging to him with your eyes pinched closed. Your body was aching, you felt sweaty, and frankly gross— but you didn’t care. Not one bit.

A subtle whine escaped you the moment Armin pulled out from you, his gaze settled on his come escaping you. With a slow rub of his thumb against your skin, the man leaned to stamp a kiss right above your heart. “I’ll start the shower up.”

You watched as he stepped off the couch, moving to walk over to the bathroom— only for your voice to stop him.

“Armin.. those bottles in the fridge, they weren’t blood right?”

He looked at you for a long moment before a little grin pulled his features. “No. Just the ones in back. I knew you would pick from the front.”

With that Armin resumed his walk to the bathroom, leaving you there; feeling just a little stupid.

Well, at least you were right. Your good friend of two years turned roommate turned something more— was definitely a vampire.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 11 months

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Holy crap I’m loving your writing! Im especially obsessed with Ken and the ranch owner

I’m wondering if you’d be willing to do an fem human reader x Ken where the reader gets a bit sick, nothing too serious but Ken absolutely freaks out and thinks the reader is dying or sum (he learned about death from Stero Barbie. Also spiders. He’s terrified of both) and the reader thinks it’s a bit funny so she’s like “yeah I’m dying” but then he gives her the most terrified and sad kicked puppy look and she has to explain that it’s just a cold lol

Awh thank you!! Im glad that ppl still love my barbie movie stuff even though barbie summer has come and gone 💔

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There were only two things that Ken feared after beginning his new life in the Real World:

One is the mortality of humans, as Barbie told him all about how fragile their lives were and the two paths they were given: either growing old and dying peacefully in their beds, or some terrible occurrence cutting it short long before their time on this earth was up.

The second was spiders.

He especially hated the spiders.

You only recently discovered he had that fear after finding one of those 8-legged critters in your house--or more specifically in his room, where he came barreling out from as though he accidentally set something on fire.

At first, you thought he really did start a fire until he dragged you back into there, begging you to get rid of the "strange beast".

You had no clue what he could possibly be referring to....and then he pointed to the corner, where a little cellar spider sat completely unbothered, weaving its web.

In that moment, you realized you may have turned him arachnophobic, considering you did show him one insect-themed horror movie this past Halloween. He kept freaking out over it potentially growing horse-sized or injecting venom into his bloodstream when he was asleep.

But despite you assuring him neither of those things could happen (and insisting that the spider was more afraid of him), Ken refused to go into the room until it was gone.

You find it hard to fathom that this same doll who led an entire revolt, came to terms with his own identity crisis, and bravely made the transition to humanity....was totally inconsolable in the presence of a tiny bug.

Then again, maybe showing him that movie--and allowing Barbie to explain why arachnophobia was among the top fears humans had--was a huge mistake.

Regardless, you made it your mission to get rid of the critter.

Oddly enough Ken insisted that you didn't actually kill it, but you found you it sweet that he valued its life despite it scaring the shit out of him. So you contained it in a cup, putting a napkin underneath it before releasing it outside.

After that, you mentioned how most people usually killed spiders and other pests that invaded their home.

He looked wildly uncomfortable at that fact, before he began talking about some rather... concerning things: like if the spider knew how short its lifespan was, how easily it could have been crushed, if it feared death or if it was even aware of it at all-

Before he could derail and start rambling about death itself too much, you stopped him, asking if he was feeling alright.

And he went quiet for a moment, before smiling and giving you a kiss, reassuring you he felt better.

Yet even as he left the room, he still appeared awful tense.

It was that day where you worried that it's more than just spiders he feared..

.......

"Babe, what's wrong? Are you sick??"

"...unfortunately, but it's nothing serious. Just a stupid cold I caught at work." Sighing tiredly, you sat up in bed, seeing Ken walk into the room.

He looked nothing short of horrified at how drained and exhausted you sounded this morning. "A-Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I don't want you to catch anything, so I'm sorry...but no kisses today."

"Then..what about tomorrow?"

You just rolled your eyes, drinking some tea you made for yourself. "Maybe, but we'll see if I wake up."

Although it was meant to be a little joke, your foggy brain forgot how seriously the blond often took jokes, and he rushed to your bedside, kneeling down.

His eyes were wide as he took your hand. "If you wake up??? Are you dying??"

Putting down your mug, you sighed once more, trying to figure out a way to remedy this situation before you upset him too much. "No....I mean I just feel like I'm dying, but.." You paused, noticing the tears coming to his eyes. "Ken?"

Now that he was a lot closer, you could see the utterly terrified look on his face--as though you kicked a puppy right in front of him.

Yep, it was already much too late. He was upset.

"I-I know tomorrow is not guaranteed for anyone, but you have to get through this, [y/n]! Please..I can't lose you, too...not when you've done so much to help me." He was extremely close to crying, his lips trembling.

Your heart sunk as you placed a hand ober his own. "Oh honey, I was only kidding around when I say-"

"Why do humans joke about death so much? Don't they know y-you...you can't come back? That they have such short lives?? O-Or sure, some believe you can be reincarnated but that doesn't make it any-"

At this point, he was just blubbering nonsense, so you took him into your arms. And for a moment he fell silent, before burying his face into your chest, trying to calm himself down. "I-I'm sorry.."

"No, no..I'm sorry. You're right..I shouldn't be joking about death around you." Frowning slightly, you stroked his hair. "I promise I'm not dying. Not today, or tomorrow..not for a long, long time. This cold will pass and I'll feel better soon enough."

".....a-are these the irrepressible thoughts of death Barbie had?"

'Oh.'

It finally hit you.

He was going through the same thing she once did.

"Ken.." You had him sit up so you could see his face. Aside from it being a little red and his eyes puffy and watery, there were tear marks trailing down to the stubble that had formed along his jaw and chin. "Why didn't you tell me you were having those thoughts?"

Sniffling, he just shrugged. "I don't know. And... I don't know why I'm thinking them. Barbie could blame it on somebody who was playing with her, but...I can't. Because I'm not a doll anymore, I'm human....a-and...those were my thoughts alone." He shuddered, terrified at that realization. "I guess I just..didn't wanna scare you, b-but obviously it's too late for that..."

A small chuckle came from him, although it dissolved into a small sob as he wiped his eyes. "S-Sorry, I....I want these thoughts to just pass already."

"And they will." You nodded, squeezing his free hand reassuringly. "It looks like you're just experiencing them for the first time, and that's okay. They won't be all you think about. And you don't have to apologize for how you're feeling, as long as you're honest with me."

"Th-Thank you.." He sniffled. "I should be taking care of you, not the other way around. Do you need you anything? More tea? Meds? Anything at all?"

You smiled fondly, leaning forward to kiss him on the forehead. "You're all I need right now, sweetheart."

That response seemed to bring Ken's giddy old self back, as he smiled bashfully in return. He melted back into your arms when you wrapped them around him, and he listened to your heartbeat: the only assurance he needed that you were still living.

Eventually...those thoughts of death did pass him by, and he felt okay again.

#clanask #anonymous #barbie x reader #barbie movie x reader #barbie ken x reader #ken x reader #ryan gosling ken #ryan gosling ken x reader #sick reader #hurt/comfort #tw arachnophobia #tw death #female reader

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maweallgotohell · 10 months

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Heyyy ik you’re working on something rn, but if you still want to do requests I’d request something fluffy with Jerome… like cuddling or being touchy or whatever. I’m a hoe for fluffy soft stuff, personally :)

Hey hun <3

Thank u sm for your request.

And sorry I’m so late with this 🥲

I literally have 27 story drafts for the Cam character stuff and 3 stories I started to write, and somehow I’m working on all of them from time to time but somehow I need so fuckin‘ long to finish 'em.

But requests are something to distract myself from those if I’m having kind of a writers block on them so here we fuckin‘ go, baby!

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Fluffy Jerome would include:

• him being touchy. Literally all the time.

I’m sorry, but I can’t see this guy ever letting go of you, honey, nah ah.

He is always touching you, in whatever way. It doesn’t have to be holding hands all the time, even tho he loves that. How your small and soft hand fits in his large and rough ones so perfectly - It’s just chef’s kiss honestly.

When you two watch TV and sit on the couch together, cuddled up in a warm and cozy blanket, that’s big enough for the two of you, you mostly lean against him. First with just your shoulder and then with your head.

He doesn’t say anything, not wanting to interrupt the comfortable silence while watching some nostalgic disney movie,

but he nearly always puts an arm around your shoulder, laying his hand onto the top of your head, pulling you closer in the motion. Then he just softly caresses your hair with his thumb while smiling to himself when you cuddle yourself up into his side even more. It’s just so cute tbh.

He also can’t stop smiling when you two are literally anywhere and you intertwine your pinky fingers. It’s just so fuckin‘ cute to him. Like a lost puppy. And he does that sometimes too. Jerome holding physical contact>>>>

• yeah, as I already mentioned, I’m hardly convinced he loves watching Disney movies

And I believe that his inner child is obsessed with the Disney princesses. Those movies are his favorite.

When you watch those, he always criticizes if the prince, or whoever “saves“ the princess, does something stupid while trying to save her. He then explains to you, how he would save you in such a situation, which would obv be a way sm better than theirs, because u are his princess and his plan to save you would be bulletproof.

Even tho it’s a joke, he makes up those plans kinda seriously, because he wouldn’t ever risk losing you. Ever.

He‘d also appear randomly and sing Disney songs. I’m fuckin serious darling.

You’re in the kitchen, making pancakes?

Not without musical accompaniment, babe.

The kitchen door swings open and your bf storms in, blasting ‚Be our guest‘ from Beauty and the Beast on full volume while dancing gracefully around the kitchen, acting like Lumière and knowing literally every. single. word and phrase.

He should’ve gone to broadway instead of becoming a serial killer.

First, you always break out in laughter, obv. But then you join in. How couldn’t u, really?

Couple goals, if u ask me.

• okay here comes another thing I literally ALWAYS imagine happening when yourein a relationship with him.

Like, you obv think he’s pretty. Super incredibly pretty. And most of the time he isn’t really insecure about anything but he has his moments where he feels like not being enough for you. Which obv isn’t true.

You then always take a moment to really tell him how much he means to you.

You also have these random moments where you just realize over and over again how much you love him. Like, obv you know that, but I think we all know these moments where we look at a person we know and suddenly this wave of admiration washes over us? This can’t be only me guys.

Like imagine you two preparing dinner or something and you take a quick glance at him slicing tomatoes but you’re not able to take your eyes off of him.

Eventually he notices and looks back at you questioningly but amused.

„ Yn, you good? Do I have something on my face?“

You shake your head. Then you take a step forward and put a hand on his cheek, tracing his scars with your thumb.

„ What is it then?“

You follow your thumb with your eyes, admiring every single inch of his face.

„Nothing…“, you say, still not looking him in the eyes.

„You’re just so pretty.“

GIRL WHEN I TELL YOU HIS HEART MELTS?

IT‘S DRIPPING ON THE FLOOR.

He loves these moments just as much as you do. Sometimes he still can’t get his head around the fact that somebody, and then even such a cute, loving and beautiful person like you, really genuinely loves him so much.

Sometimes he even shed a tear but psst-

Don’t tell the rest of the league ;)

Jk he wouldn’t really give a fuck if anyone saw him crying. His masculinity isn’t that fragile and those are tears of joy at that so yeah

Our baby is a slaying queen-

Anyone making fun of him could end up with a bullet right between the eyes so there isn’t really a risk of that as well

But he mostly just doesn’t cry. After the abusive time with his mom, he somehow just stopped crying. He shed so many tears through that time, that there kinda weren’t any left.

And if he cries, he just does it in your presence, because you’re his comfort person and he knows he’s safe with you.

It’s so cute-

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Hope u like it. I‘ll edit this later if you don’t mind-

And I’ll probably post more of this kinda stuff bcs tf this is cute so yeah.

If anything you had in mind wasn’t in here, feel free to let me know <3

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littencloud9 · 7 months

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Thanks for answering my ask. If you don't mind me asking (again), who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series (can be canon or non-canon)? Feel free if you want to write the reasons or not of why you love them. Sorry if you've answered this before.....

HI!! no problem i LOVE talking about my favs. here’s like top 3 ships of some fandoms i’m in because there is simply too many LMAO

jujutsu kaisen

- itafushi: literally my number one ship ever. they make me so fucking emo. the tragedy of what couldn’t have been prevented. i pray for itafushi moments in the jjk manga but every time it happens it is somehow worse than the last. peace 🙏

- yutamaki: they mean so much to me. i love them both platonically and romantically! their moments in jjk0 are super sweet and i love that they’re always supporting each other 🥹

- satosugu: this is a ship i’ll put in a blender. i don’t usually think of them but when i do i want to throw up blood. they’re the cause of all my problems. i love them. they are so my tears ricochet core

other ships i like are nobamaki, inuokko, and mechamiwa! perks of being a multishipper lol

bungo stray dogs

- shin soukoku: MY YIN YANG DUO!! they are the dumbest. somehow they bulldozed past all the normal stages of dating and went straight to dying for each other. who does that.

- kunichuuzai: i’m cheating here because i love all individual pairings in this ship AND the poly ship. especially kunichuu which crept up on me and slapped me in the face. chuuya being downbad for kunikida is GREAT. they are so good when you dont have toxic shippers breathing in your ear about how one is better than the other ❤️

- tachigin: do u ever think about how they’re both liars. how they both have a hidden identity. how they both found family within the mafia not as the person they really are, but as the person they pretended to be. how the betrayal felt like when tachihara dropped his mask. OUGH

i also really like ranpoe and atsulucy! and beast!akutagawa x beast!tanizaki is cute too

link click

- i’m a liar. shiguang is the only ship i have in this show. my FAVS. their devotion to each other is insane. they make me genuinely feral. cxs being an annoying little shit x lg who stays hopelessly in love anyway. ARGH I LOVE THEM. THEY WANNA SAVE EACH OTHER!!!!

tian guan ci fu

- fengqing: the implications of this 800 year old situationship is very fun. knowing someone so well that you know exactly what to say to hurt them. loving someone so deeply and repressing it to the point that you mistake it as hatred. i’m obsessed with them

- hualian: how can i not include the most romantic (and canon) pair EVER. get you someone who loves you like hua cheng loves xie lian because holy SHIT. i have not read the books (only watched the donghua) and yet these two make me feral i need them to hurry it up and get married already 😭

i don’t really ship anything else as of yet. but i do like and acknowledged beefleaf. i’ve heard it’s horribly tragic. i cannot wait to find out

sk8 the infinity

- renga: RENGA!!!! MY PRECIOUS. they are fucking head over heels for each other i’m obsessed with it. their ‘breakup arc’ genuinely hurt my soul. but i love how confident they are about each other’s skills, how they’re each others biggest supporter, how they see the best in each other etc. insane. i need season 2 asap

- matchablossom: [danny motta voice] they wanna fuck so bad. the end

i don’t ship anything else. but do i think cherry and adam had a situationship back when they were teenagers? yes. anyway

avatar the last airbender

- mailee: MY GIRLS. THE BEST ATLA SHIP AND YOU HEARD IT FROM ME. mai who masks her emotions with blankness and ty lee who masks her emotions with a smile. but they both know each other better than that. they protect each other and they are also 🖤🩷 how could you not love them!!!!

- zukka: [affectionately] there is something so wrong with these two. the original red and blue gays. to ME. i think they bounce off each other well and they’re a really funny duo. also. the prince and the fool. what more is there

- yuekka: personally i love love LOVED yuekka. i like how yue really loosened up around sokka and how sokka was head over heels for her LMAO they were a really cute ship. moon coded gf x ocean coded bf do you see how great that is. the tides follow the whims of the moon. they can’t exist without the other. ARGH

voltron

- klance: sigh. since we’re digging this deep into my fandoms list let us talk about klance. do i agree with anything that was written past season 3? absolutely not. they are definitely a wasted potential ship that ruined my life forever but like. yah. the ship you obsessed over at 14 is SERIOUS business. the homoerotic rivalry they had was seriously unmatched. nobody talk to me

- adashi: haha. my first experience with being queerbaited. they buried the gays before the gays even had lines. i was so upset about adam that i consumed an insane amount of fan content and then wrote 10k words in one sitting. thats how upset they made me

- romellura: the gfs ever. the writers screwed allura over so every ship i have for her is… very fan-based. but i’ll protect them with my SOUL. the softness of meeting someone who knows EXACTLY the kind of loss you felt. finding comfort and home in each other.

- veracxa: sorry one more. VERACXA IS SO GOOD AND SO UNDERRATED. lance and veronica having the same taste is so funny. also love that veronica went out of her way to make acxa feel welcome. and their matching judgy stares. the older sister and sister in law. i KNOW lance was sweating

sorry for the long ass list. there’s lots of other platonic/familial relationships i enjoy in shows too i swear i’m not just insane 😭🙏. thank you so much for the ask!!

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hippolotamus · 2 years

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For @this-is-bwr: Happiest of Birthdays to you!

all in the Jee-tails | Rated: T | 4531 words

“There is no magic in magic, it’s all in the details.”- Walt Disney

Okay. Just a little turn aaaand- yes. Alright, only one more to go. You got this, Buckley.

Buck watches with fascination as the sewing machine’s needle dips and resurfaces, piercing the shimmery blue fabric. A wave of satisfaction and pride washes over him when the final stitches meet seamlessly with the beginning ones. For only putting in minimal effort during Family & Consumer Sciences, he’s impressed with his handiwork. He eases his foot off the pedal and snips the thread, freeing his creation so he can try it on.

Ever since Jee watched Sleeping Beauty and Shrek for the first time she’s become obsessed with all things fantasy. Much to Maddie, Chim and Eddie’s amusement, Buck couldn’t help himself from buying her a sparkly dress (or three), as well as a tiara fit for pint-sized royalty.

He had been a little conflicted at first, between indulging his niece’s interest and fear of feeding into gender norms. His concerns turned out to be unnecessary when Maddie texted him a picture later that week, simply captioned She didn’t want to choose, so I told her she could be both. Jee wore the yellow dress, covered in flowers and iridescent ribbon, and her hot pink high top sneakers, holding up the sword and shield Buck bought at the renaissance fair last year. Maddie or Chim must have told her to make her ‘battle’ face. Her barely-there eyebrows were scrunched and her mouth was set in a grimace, showing off two perfect rows of baby teeth. She was absurdly adorable.

Of course, once she had her clothes to play dress up, she needed a fearsome beast to battle. And, well, how was Buck supposed to be an effective dragon without his own wings?

“Looks good, baby.” Buck startles at his husband’s voice, but quickly melts at the praise, smiling up from his seat at the dining room table. Eddie rests a hand on Buck’s shoulder and presses a kiss to his temple. “You’ll be the sexiest dragon at the play date.”

Buck snorts. “I haven’t even tried them on yet.”

“Better get to it then.” Eddie playfully swats his ass when he stands. “But I don’t have to see you in them to know I’m right.”

“Aww, thanks, babe.”

Buck slips his new wings on, stretching his arms to full width to make absolutely sure he got the wingspan measurements correct. He curls his wrists and swings his arms to test the elastic bands he hand-stitched on, pleased when the secure hold doesn’t budge.

“Well?”

Eddie hooks a finger in each shoulder strap, tugging Buck closer. “I think you’re gonna be Jee’s favorite uncle.”

Buck hums in response, raising one eyebrow. “At least until she knows you’re making those cinnamon muffins she loves. Then I’ll be old news.”

“Well then.” Eddie kisses Buck’s forehead. “If for some reason that happens-” another kiss to his chin, “I’ll be sure-” Eddie’s tongue traces the line of his jaw, “to show you how much I appreciate it.” A low whimper escapes when Eddie nips at Buck’s ear.

“Didn’t realize you had a monster kink, Eds.”

“Aren’t you the one always saying it’s never too late to learn new things about yourself?” Eddie captures his lips before he can answer, tracing his fingers down Buck’s sides to toy with the hem of his tee.

Even after two years of marriage, plus one year of dating, Buck still never tires of discovering new information about his husband. If he realized this was a thing Eddie might be into, he would have done it a long time ago. Athena let Buck borrow the sewing machine for this project. Maybe he’ll have to invest in one of their own.

“Are you two being gross again?”

They jump apart like middle schoolers at the sound of Chris’s voice, both of them blushing and trying to pretend they weren’t on the verge of making out in the family room.

“Sorry,” Buck mumbles at the same time Eddie says, “No.”

Their son narrows his eyes at them, folding his arms across his chest. Buck can’t help noticing how much he looks like Eddie when he does that. Eventually, Chris rolls his eyes and asks what Buck is wearing.

“Dragon wings,” Buck states with a wide grin. “For when Jee wants to play princess knight.”

“No way! That’s so cool!” Chris instantly switches from disgusted to impressed. He flicks his gaze to the table, heaped with fabric scraps and bits of thread and a tomato-shaped pincushion. “Wait. Did you make these?”

“Uh, yeah. I did, actually. I tried to find some online, but didn’t really love the options.”

Chris runs his fingers along the edges, rubbing the material between his thumb and pointer.

“If you want I could make you some of your own,” Buck offers.

“Nope,” Chris shakes his head. “You’re Jee’s favorite dragon. She has the most fun when you do it. I want to be an all powerful wizard.”

“Oh yeah?” Eddie reaches over to tousle his curls. “What are you going to do with all this mysterious power?”

“First, I would get rid of homework. Then I would cast a spell to stop Buck’s snoring.”

“I can’t say I’d argue with that,” Eddie agrees with a chuckle.

Buck shoots them both a playful half-hearted glare, even as Eddie plants a smacking kiss on his cheek. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I love you just the way you are. Even if you could wake the dead with your snores.”

“Uh huh. I’ll remember that the next time you toss and turn and steal all the covers.”

Buck turns his attention back to Christopher and his costume request. It seems simple enough. A wizard robe can’t be any more complicated than what he’s just finished. Between a few basic instructions from Athena, several hours of YouTube videos and practice stitches, it hadn’t been too difficult. And she didn’t say he needed to return the machine by a specific date.

“If you’re a dragon,” Eddie says, “and Chris is a wizard, that means I’m the brave, handsome knight, right?”

“It’s cute that you think that, Eds. Jee is the princess and the knight. But, I mean, obviously, that leaves you with an extremely important job.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows as if to say ‘out with it’.

“You get to be the damsel in distress, locked away in a tall tower.” Buck swipes his phone and measuring tape from the table, leading Chris away. “Okay, buddy. Let’s go figure out what we need to make you into a wizard.”

They make it to the hallway before Buck’s words finally sink in and Eddie calls out behind them.

“Wait. What? Absolutely not!” ******

Putting together Christopher’s ensemble does turn out to be relatively straightforward. If Buck is being honest, he’s a little envious there’s nothing he needs for himself from the fabric Chris chose. The satiny midnight blue – patterned with planets, constellations and starbursts – makes an elegant, flowy design from the tip of the hood to the billowy sleeves and near-floor length hemline.

As an extra accessory, Carla surprised him with a wand she made herself from a twig and hot glue, wound with navy and gold ribbon.

“And,” Carla says to Chris, “if you would be so kind as to give this to Miss Jee.” She hands him a second wand. This one is painted sage green, and has a glittery gold star at the top and fluttering ribbons in varying shades of pink. “Every princess needs a little something extra. Even if they already have a battle sword.”

“Thank you, Carla! She’s going to love it.”

She smiles warmly at Chris, pleased with his enthusiasm about the gifts. “Make sure your dads get plenty of pictures.”

Buck doesn’t miss the way she gives him and Eddie a pointed look.

“We will,” they promise in unison.

“Alright, boys. I have to be on my way.” She gathers Chris in a tight hug before they walk her to the door and they say their goodbyes. “Have fun today!”

Maddie and Chim are bringing Jee to the house for the afternoon while they meet with a contractor about expanding their patio. Buck didn’t give his sister much detail about their plans, but asked her to make sure his niece has all of her royal gear.

While Chris and Eddie are distracted, Buck tiptoes to the kitchen, wanting to do a final check that everything is accounted for. He blindly feels around the top of the fridge, confusion building as his fingers touch nothing but air and cool metal.

“What the-” Buck mutters to himself. “I could’ve sworn I left it–”

“Looking for this?”

He turns to see his husband wearing a shit-eating grin and holding Buck’s clipboard and checklist.

“Gotta step up your game, Buckley. This one was way too easy to find,” Eddie teases.

When it comes to clipboards, Buck is well aware of his reputation. No sooner did he move into the Diaz household, both father and son made a game of hiding them. Buck tried to change the rules by stashing them in any nook or cranny he could find. That plan backfired when Eddie and Chris quickly caught on and started seeking out his locations like a treasure hunt.

“Maybe if you just admitted how much you love seeing me with one, we wouldn’t have to play these games at all.”

Eddie’s gaze darkens as he saunters across the floor. With everything they have to do, plus Chris being somewhere close by, Buck would really like to say his dick doesn’t take notice, but that would be an outrageous lie.

“I never said I didn’t enjoy you that way,” Eddie murmurs, breath ghosting against the shell of Buck’s ear. “I just love it more when you’re wearing the whole Fire Marshal Buckley get up and begging for me to finally fuck you.”

“Eds.” Buck exhales a shaky breath, attempting to regain some sense of composure before his sister shows up. Or Chris walks in. Again.

“Until later,” Eddie gives him a chaste kiss, winking as he presses the clipboard into Buck’s hands. “I’ll give you a minute to collect yourself.”

Asshole.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a sec,” he grumbles, adjusting his jeans and staring a hole into the checklist, tapping each item while he does a mental review.

Apple slices? Check. Capri sun? Check. Sprinkles and frosting for decorating cookies later? Check and check.

Unfortunately, the forecast has been calling for rain. He had hoped for a day at the park, but that seems unlikely. Which is why Buck has backup plans. He continues his walkthrough in the living room, checking off the stack of sheets and tablecloths to construct a perfect movie watching fort. There’s also a selection of pillows and blankets in case movie time turns to nap time. He’s just finishing up when he hears the familiar knocking.

“I’ll get it!” Chris scrambles to answer the door. The Buckley-Han clan is waiting on the other side, with Jee wriggling in Maddie’s arms the moment she sees Chris. “Hi Jee!”

Maddie sets her down and she immediately toddles to her cousin, throwing her tiny arms around his leg. “Chwispher!”

“Hey, sis. Chim.” Buck hugs Maddie, then reaches down to pick up Jee. He lifts her over his head, delighted by her squeals of laughter. “And how is my favorite girl doing?”

“I guess we’re chopped liver, huh?” He hears Chim tell Eddie.

“Oh, there’s no guessing. We definitely are,” Eddie answers. “He’s a big puddle of mush when she’s around. Like no one else exists.”

Buck chooses to ignore the commentary in favor of making Jee giggle and smile some more.

“Bag is fully stocked with snacks, spare clothes, and her stuffed shark.” Buck half-listens to his sister while Jee grabs at his hair with her tiny fingers. “As requested, we’ve got the purple and the green princess dress, plus the sword and– are you even listening?”

Eddie politely takes the diaper bag from Maddie. “Snacks, extra clothes, favorite stuffie. And all the miscellaneous things my husband made you pack. Don’t worry, I’ve got them covered.”

“Thank you.” Maddie kisses Eddie’s cheek then turns to do the same to Jee. “Bye, princess. Daddy and I will see you later. Yes, we will!”

Jee presses her lips to her palm and blows a kiss to her parents. Buck has no doubts he is the luckiest uncle on the face of the planet, if not the entire universe.

Chim says his farewells and urges Maddie back to the car, mumbling about having to finish laundry before their meeting. Which… is kinda strange. Buck hasn’t ever asked, but he’s at least 87% certain that ‘laundry’ is code for something he really never wants to think about his sister and brother-in-law doing.

“Okay,” Buck addresses the squirmy little girl in his arms. “It’s just you, me, Chris, and Uncle Eddie. What do you want to do first? We can color or make cookies or… a special surprise.”

Her mouth turns up in a smile as she claps enthusiastically. “Special s’prise.”

“I knew you had good taste, kid. Chris, you know what to do.”

Christopher merely grins and disappears to change into his robes.

Buck lowers Jee to the floor and tells her she’ll need to pick one of her fancy dresses for the surprise. Jee races to the bag, immediately pulling out the green one. Eddie makes silly faces at her, and plays peekaboo, while Buck wrestles the outfit over her wiggly body. As soon as he’s done she reaches into the main pocket for the silvery tiara, haphazardly setting it on her head.

“Sir Edmundo.” Buck deepens his voice, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous he sounds. “Send for the great and powerful wizard at once.”

“As you wish.” Eddie squares his shoulders, standing taller as he walks to the end of the hallway. Jee happily spins in place, swishing her skirt from side to side. “Princess Jee-Yun has arrived and wishes to see Christopher the Wise and Magical.”

Jee pauses her twirling when Chris emerges from his room, as if she’s uncertain what to make of the situation.

“It’s just me,” he stage-whispers as soon as he’s close enough.

She continues watching him while he kneels in front of her.

“Your highness, a gift for you.” Chris reaches into the depths of one sleeve, pulling out the wand Carla made. She takes it from him eagerly, mesmerized by the sparkles and ribbons.

Buck uses the opportunity to slip away so he can put on his wings. Jee reacted well to Chris, so he’s hoping she won’t be scared of him either. They’ve played Princess Jee: Dragon Slayer plenty of times, but she was the only one dressed up for it.

Right now Chris and Eddie are supposed to be telling her about the rumors they’ve heard involving a mysterious new dragon in the kingdom. A very tall, good natured one with shiny blue scales; and an insatiable appetite for cupcakes, juice and small children.

He can faintly make out Eddie’s voice informing Jee that only her and the wizard can capture the beast.

“Shhh. Do you hear that?” Eddie asks, pausing for effect. Buck answers by stomping in place for ten or so steps, then waits for Eddie to start talking again.

“There! I think it’s—”

Buck widens his stance, hunching over and crouching as he steps from their bedroom. He tucks his arms close to his ribs, making eye contact with Jee before he does anything else. Her eyes widen and, for a beat, he’s afraid it’s too much. But then she begins excitedly jumping up and down, pulling on Chris’s sleeves and pointing.

“Dagon! Dagon!”

“Mmmm,” Buck lets out a playful growl. He tilts his head back, dramatically sniffing at the air. “Do I smell a tasty princess treat?” He sniffs again. “And a magical being?”

Eddie stifles a laugh, covering his mouth with one hand and shaking uncontrollably as Buck advances toward both shrieking children. The wings flutter behind him with each large, awkward step.

He’s nearly reached them when Chris holds out his wand while Jee raises hers and the pink foam shield. She strikes a fierce pose with her wand pointing out, one hot pink shoe in front of the other, an adorable scowl on her face and crown askew on her head.

“Your highness!” Chris clears his throat, flicking his gaze at Eddie then back to Buck. “We must protect the fair maiden!”

Buck nearly loses his balance as he watches Eddie sigh and curse under his breath — probably something in Spanish he hopes the kids won’t understand — stepping up on a dining room chair situated in the corner.

Eddie folds his arms across his broad chest, meekly calling out in a disturbingly high register Buck has most certainly never heard from his husband before. “Help, help! Somebody, er, save me!”

Chris positions himself protectively near Eddie’s “tower” while Jee takes the half-hearted yelps as her cue to attack. She rushes at Buck, circling his legs and passionately shaking her wand. He plays along, twitching and jerking with each flick of her hand as she chases him through the kitchen and dining room.

They pass Eddie and Chris on the return route to the living room. Buck makes a point to double back, pretending to scale the tower until Jee realizes where he is. Chris and Jee corner him like a couple of border collies, casting nonsense spells as Buck gradually crumples to the floor, closing his eyes and letting his head loll to one side.

Jee cheers, hopping up and down, her shoes thumping on the floor. Buck cracks one eye open to surreptitiously witness the celebration. He manages to meet Eddie’s gaze with an equally fond look of his own through the mayhem. Buck only looks away when he feels Jee’s tiny frame shuffling onto him, her knee narrowly missing his stomach.

“Buck. Up. Buck. Up.” She pats his chest with each syllable and grins when he opens both eyes completely, feigning surprise as if he’s just discovered her there.

“Princess Knight Jee, slayer of dragons, ruler of the Buckley-Han-dom. There is one more task to complete. Will you help me?”

“Yes!”

“Excellent! One, two, three, up-we-go.” Buck clutches her tightly while he rolls up to sit, then maneuvers to stand. He shifts her so she’s turned outward, facing Eddie. “Time to rescue our damsel in distress.”

Buck lifts her higher in a move reminiscent of the opening scene to The Lion King, passing her to Eddie.

“There’s my brave little protector.” Eddie thanks her and carefully steps down from the chair. “You and Chris fought a tough battle. What do you say we reward the warriors with a snack?”

The sight of his husband holding Jee — or doing anything with her, really — always manages to crack Buck’s heart open a little more. Eddie has shared stories from Chris’s younger years. Buck knows they didn’t get to experience most of these early moments together. To see Eddie getting something of a second chance with Jee can be the best type of overwhelming at times.

In the kitchen, Eddie straps Jee into her booster seat, entertaining her with ‘Itsy Bitsy Spider’ while Buck rinses and slices enough apples for all of them. Chris retrieves two juices from the fridge for him and Jee, plus string cheese and crackers for himself.

It’s nice to finally sit down with all of them gathered around the table. Jee offers bits of her snack to share, unaware of Buck quietly replenishing her tray every time she does so.

Afterwards, Jee is ready to play again, though more quietly this time. She and Chris color pages from a Princess and the Frog coloring book, while Buck and Eddie move furniture to construct the fort in the living room. As if on cue, the sky darkens and rain plinks against the windows. They add throw pillows, couch cushions and blankets for an extra cozy atmosphere. Assuming Jee’s schedule hasn’t changed, she’ll be dozing off sometime soon.

Once they’re satisfied the fort is stable enough to occupy, Eddie retreats to the kitchen to make popcorn. Buck gathers Jee and Chris to pick what movie they’ll watch. Chris guides his younger cousin towards what he thinks she might enjoy most, steering her away from options that are too mature.

Together they choose Monsters, Inc. in time for Eddie to return with the popcorn divided into two medium-sized bowls. He flips off the main living room light once both kids are securely under the blanketed ceiling. Buck crawls in after them, followed by Eddie. It’s only then, as his wings catch against the entrance, that Buck realizes he’s still wearing them. Their nest is too small to take them off now and he’s too comfortable to leave.

Chris sprawls to one side, laying on his stomach with his chin resting in his palm. Eddie and Buck automatically settle next to each other, joined together from shoulder to ankle as they lean back to lounge against the sofa. Jee makes herself comfortable by climbing on Eddie’s lap. She hugs her shark with one arm and reaches for one of the bowls with the other.

The opening credits play, a cacophony of jazz music, doors opening and slamming shut, and fabricated screams. Jee wiggles along to the beat until it fades and the movie begins. Her snacking is abandoned by the time Sully, the big blue monster, accidentally frees the little girl, Boo. When Sully is sneaking Boo back into the factory, Buck notices the lack of movement beside him.

Jee is snuggled against Eddie’s chest, fast asleep, her shark smushed between them. Her mouth is slightly parted, but not yet drooling on his shirt. He has one arm wrapped loosely around her, his wedding ring glinting like a miniature beacon in the dim lighting. He tips his chin in the direction of a smaller blanket, just out of reach. Buck pulls it closer for him, draping it over Jee.

“Hey,” Eddie says quietly.

The chocolate brown pools of Eddie’s eyes are obscured by the screen’s glare. Even so, Buck still detects a hint of nerves in them.

“Hey, yourself. Whatcha thinking about?”

“Nothing. Just that this is a nice day. With us. And them.” Eddie pauses, briefly glancing between Chris and Jee. “Both of them.”

Buck furrows his brow and cocks his head while he lets the words sink in, turning them over to make sure he’s heard correctly. Is Eddie saying what he thinks he is? It’s not the first time they’ve had Jee at the house. However, it is the first time the topic has come up since right after they got married. “Eds, are you- do you want another kid?”

People that know them best — Hen and Karen, Bobby and Athena, May, Maddie and Chim — stopped asking ages ago if Buck and Eddie would be adding to their family. That is, if they ever asked to begin with. It’s really no one’s business but theirs.

Buck always wanted a big family with lots of kids. Then again, he’s wanted a lot over the years that always wound up paling in comparison to what he received. He adores his life with Eddie and Christopher. Every day he tries to be intentional about showing them both how grateful he is and how much he loves them. If the timing was right, and Eddie wanted to, Buck’s not opposed to the idea. He likes to think he would welcome it.

Eddie half shrugs, looking like he wishes he could take back what he said. “Possibly? I don’t know for sure. I mean I’m open to it, at least. Doesn’t hurt that she’s so fun, and gets along well with Chris.” His nervous searching gaze returns. “And I know you- at least I think you still do. Would you? Want another? Because I think I would. If that’s something you wanted. Or something you—”

Understanding suddenly washes over him, making his gut twist that Eddie even thinks this might be something Buck needs.

“Eds.” Buck cups Eddie’s cheek, sweeping his thumb over the five o’clock shadow. “I only want if we want. I love us. Me and you and Chris. Not a day goes by that I wake up wishing for more. And I’m not saying ‘never’. I just need you to know it’s not some… requirement for me. I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”

The tension seems to melt from Eddie’s body. His shoulders are no longer creeping up to his ears and the lines around his eyes and forehead soften. He leans forward, kissing Buck as soft and deep and thoroughly as he can with a sleeping toddler on his lap.

“Good,” Eddie murmurs when they separate. “I love us, too. The three of us, or if we decide to add more one day.” He presses another kiss to the tip of Buck’s nose, then his birthmark.

Buck hums appreciatively, sinking further into the little bubble they’ve created for the afternoon. Into all of the warm, fuzzy feelings he associates with home and loved and cared for and family. Eddie moves his free hand and threads their fingers together, connecting them even more. Buck breathes a content sigh, shifting so he can rest his head on Eddie’s shoulder. He closes his eyes, just for a minute, thinking he could be satisfied to spend the rest of his life here, just like this.

*****

“Evan. Hey, wake up. Just for a sec.”

“Mads?” He croaks, his tongue thick and clumsy in his mouth. The rest of the world slowly comes into focus with each blink. The television loops through all their favorite photos they use as a screensaver. Chris is still snoozing in his corner and Jee is a loose-limbed bundle sprawled across Buck and Eddie’s laps with her blanket and shark.

At some point Eddie must have fallen asleep, too. He begins to stir at the sound of them talking. “Mmph. What? Oh, hey, Maddie. Sorry, we must’ve all passed out.”

“It’s okay. Everyone must have needed it.” She peers around their fort, pausing on Buck’s wings and Chris’s outfit and Jee’s tiara that’s fallen to the floor. “Looks like it was a fun day.”

Buck smiles, still hazy and dopey and happy. “Yeah, it was. We had a great time with her. As always.”

“Good. I’m glad she wasn’t too much of a handful for you.”

“Not at all,” Eddie says quickly. “She’s welcome anytime.”

“We’ll, uh, help you gather everything together and get her to the car,” Buck offers. “Unless you want to stay for dinner?”

“Thanks, but maybe another time? Howie’s making soup and sandwiches. I’ll just take our little one and head out.”

Maddie carefully lifts Jee into her arms, kissing the top of her head and inhaling deeply. “It never gets old,” she tells them. “Like a piece of me was missing and we’re reunited.”

Buck and Eddie glance at Chris, then exchange a fond look of understanding between themselves.

“Yeah,” Buck agrees, continuing to gaze at his husband. “I know exactly what you mean.”

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Here’s a short Heroes of Olympus fic inspired by that one part in Harry Potter where Ron gets love potion-ed and then poisoned immediately afterwards. Fun times.

This takes place after TLH, during the months at CHB spent building the Argo 2. Main characters are Leo and Jason. I headcanon Leo as aroace. :)

(I don’t post a lot of writing so I dunno what else to say here. Enjoy!)

“Leo? Why are you in my cabin?” Jason walked over to Leo, who sat cross-legged on Jason’s bed, staring down at something in his lap.

It took Leo a second to respond. “Wanted to talk to you about… something. I dunno. Not important.”

Leo’s voice sounded low, almost sleepy. This, paired with the fact that he sat completely still, unnerved Jason. It wasn’t like Leo to be this subdued.

“Are you okay?” Jason asked. “If something’s wrong… you can talk to me if you want to. Or—“

“Wrong?” Leo asked, looking up at Jason with confusion. “There’s never been less wrong with me.” He broke into a wide, sappy smile. “I’m in love, Jason.”

Jason stared at his friend for a solid ten seconds before bursting into peals of laughter. “Y—you had me…” he wheezed, “for a second…”

Jason’s laughter cut off as Leo stood swiftly and shoved him backwards, almost making him fall over. “Don’t laugh at me,” Leo warned, his voice suddenly thick with anger. “It’s not a joke.” Wisps of flame were dancing through his hair.

“Woah, hey, wait!” Jason put his hands out in surrender. “Calm down! I’m sorry! I just thought… I mean, it’s been a while since you’ve said anything like that. You told me—“

“I was wrong, Jason!” Leo snapped. “I was a fool! I didn’t know anything! I was just confused and making things up! But I’m not confused anymore. Everything’s perfect now.” His face once again took on a dreamy expression.

Jason frowned at Leo’s words. The phrasing didn’t sit well with him, but he let it go. “Okay then. Who’s the girl? Or guy? Or…”

“The most gorgeous girl at camp,” Leo sighed. “Drew Tanaka…”

Jason almost choked on his own spit. Now he knew something weird was happening. A change of identity was one thing. A crush on Drew Tanaka was another beast entirely, and a far less benign one. Leo knew by now what a viper she was on the inside. So why would he suddenly be obsessing over her, of all people?

For the first time, Jason noticed what Leo had been staring at when he had first found him. A slightly crumpled heart-shaped box, sitting on Jason’s bed with all the innocence of a deadly red scorpion sunning itself on a rock. Jason’s chest tightened, though whether from fear or anger he couldn’t be sure.

“How dare she,” Jason muttered. He stormed over and snatched the box off his bed. Leo flinched, then tried frantically to take it back from him. Jason ignored Leo’s protests and held the box high out of his reach. “She gave this to you?” Jason demanded. “Drew gave you these chocolates?”

“Yes! They were a gift! Give them back!” Leo leapt onto Jason’s bed, then launched himself into the air, almost managing to snatch the box back from Jason. As it was, he knocked it out of Jason’s hand, and it fell to the floor with a crunch of cardboard. Jason stared as Leo gingerly picked up the lid and ran his fingers sadly along a new crease in its surface.

“It’s empty,” Jason said, dumbfounded. “There aren’t even any chocolates left.”

“She signed her name on the top,” Leo murmured, hugging the beat-up cardboard. “She has such lovely handwriting…”

Lovely handwriting. Whatever was happening to Leo, it had an iron grip on him.

“Leo,” Jason began carefully, “I know you won’t believe me, but this isn’t real. You’re under some kind of spell.”

“Yeah,” Leo sighed happily, “The spell of love…”

“Literally that!” Jason said. “That’s not a good thing! She’s manipulating you, Leo! Messing around with your mind!”

“Oh, she can mess around with me anytime,” Leo said, in a tone that made Jason flush at the implication.

Clearly Jason wasn’t getting anywhere trying to reason with Leo. He needed to break this spell himself, and to do that, he needed to understand it. He asked Leo, “When did you start feeling this way? When you ate the chocolate, or when you first saw Drew today? Did she say anything weird?”

“Er, well… Actually she told me to give these to you for her.” Leo had the decency to look guilty as he explained. “And I was looking for you, ‘cause I thought you’d want the chocolate, but like, you’ve already got a girl, and you and Piper are pretty much soulmates, so I didn’t think you cared if I had a few pieces, and um…” Leo gripped the empty chocolate box tightly. “Look, you don’t like Drew, right? You’ll tell her that, right? So she’ll stop thinking you’re so awesome? Perfect Jason. She’ll never notice me next to you. What makes you so great anyway?” Leo’s hair began to ignite again as his face drew into a scowl.

“What makes me so great is what a great wingman I am!” Jason said quickly, thinking on his feet. “Look, stay here, and I’ll go turn Drew down… then turn her on to you!” He ended the line with a shaky thumbs-up and cringed, already regretting the quip.

Leo brightened immediately. “Really? Thanks, man!” He dropped to a seat on the floor, legs crossed, and gazed up at Jason with the open hopefulness of a dog waiting to be thrown a stick.

Jason sighed, and left his cabin to go find Drew. And give her a piece of his mind.

—

“A love potion? Seriously? You’re that disgusting?”

Drew batted her eyelashes mischievously at Jason and leaned against the doorway of her cabin. She didn’t seem too surprised that he wasn’t worshiping the ground at her feet. “I don’t have the slightest idea what you mean,” she said, tilting her head to the side.

“Right. Because Leo’s gone from zero attraction to head-over-heels for you in five minutes flat by pure coincidence.” Jason growled quietly at the back of his throat, a wolfish habit he had never managed to lose. “What did you put in the chocolates, and how do you reverse it? And don’t play dumb again.”

“If you’re expecting a recipe, you’ll be disappointed,” Drew said, smirking. “All you need to know is that those chocolates were made with lots. Of. Love.” She made two fingers walk up Jason’s chest, punctuating the last word by poking him right over his heart.

Jason stepped back from her quickly. “Even if I wasn’t in love with Piper, I’d never love you. And I wouldn’t eat anything you gave me, even if you did send Leo as a Trojan horse.” Jason knew Annabeth would have something to say about such a historically inaccurate reference, but luckily she wasn’t around to complain.

Drew giggled. “Oh, Leo. My consolation prize, if I couldn’t capture you. I’m not surprised he ate all the chocolate before you even saw it. I figured he probably would.”

“Why did you use Leo?” Jason asked. “I thought you didn’t like him. Why play with him like this?”

“Honestly, darling, he was due for a bit of love. You can’t tell me he didn’t need the help.”

“He didn’t.”

“Well he certainly doesn’t anymore,” Drew said brightly. “All fixed! Though it’s a shame he’s found his heart only to get it broken…”

Jason growled again, this time loud enough for Drew to hear. Her exquisite expression soured slightly.

“I’m sick of talking to you,” Jason said, his voice as hard and sharp as a knife. “But if Leo’s not back to normal soon, you better believe I’ll find you.” Jason narrowed his eyes. “Never do this again,” he said, deathly quiet, “to anyone.” He then turned quickly and stalked away.

Drew stared after Jason for a moment, eyes wide in shock. Then she shook her head slightly, scoffed, and swept back into her cabin.

—

“Lou Ellen?” Jason called out, “Are you in there? I come unarmed!” Jason stood outside the Hecate cabin, several yards away from the door and hopefully well out of range of any magical traps that might be set around the building. The Hecate cabin wasn’t the only place a camper could risk setting off something dangerous, but it’s traps definitely had the strangest effects, and the most difficult to get rid of.

The door swung open at once, revealing not Lou Ellen, but a tall guy with long blond hair, a quiver of arrows slung over one shoulder, and a bright smile straight out of a toothpaste commercial. Given his supernatural good looks, Jason figured he was either a god, or Lou Ellen had been experimenting with cosmetic spells.

“Jason Grace,” the stranger declared cheerfully.

“Lord Apollo?” Jason phrased it as a question, though he was already fairly certain of the stranger’s identity.

“Lord Apollo,” the man repeated, clearly pleased. “I love it when people add the ‘Lord.’ You should really be calling me ‘Lord’ too, Lou Ellen, or perhaps I’ll stop gracing you with the gift of my glorious wisdom.”

“You promise?” Lou Ellen’s face appeared in the doorway, her expression stony. She peered out at Jason and raised an eyebrow. “You. You need me to work magic for you.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah,” Jason said. “I’m prepared to pay.”

“You better be,” Lou Ellen said. “Can you bottle lightning?”

“Uh… I can summon lightning. I don’t know about bottling it…”

“I bet you’re wondering, Jason,” Apollo interjected, “what I am doing in the Hecate cabin, and at your Camp as a whole, without even any fanfare or celebration to announce my presence.”

Jason thought it might be a bad idea to answer no.

“You see,” Apollo continued, “Lou Ellen here cast a musical spell, calling out to the many forces sensitive to such powers, and I just knew she was searching for my counsel.”

Behind Apollo, Lou Ellen shook her head and mouthed no.

“I was more than happy to come guide this young hero and instruct her on my vast knowledge of music, and magic, and healing arts, and current Olympian fashion trends, and…”

Lou Ellen made a talking motion with her hand, and rolled her eyes. Jason had to stifle a laugh.

“What do you need?” Lou Ellen asked Jason. Apollo stopped his speech, looking mildly irritated that he was no longer the center of attention.

“I need you to break a curse, or a spell, or something like that,” Jason explained. “Drew did something to a box of chocolates that made them like a love potion, and Leo ate them, so now he’s infatuated with her. Can you get him back to normal?”

“Ah, the old love-inducing-chocolates technique,” Apollo said fondly, before Lou Ellen could respond. “Classic. It does tend to wear off eventually, you know. Usually.”

“I’m not going to wait for ‘eventually.’” Jason said. “I won’t let Leo suffer through this any longer than he has to.”

“‘Suffer,’” Apollo scoffed. “Really. What’s so bad about a little love?”

Jason laughed dryly. “Hardly a ‘little,’ Lord Apollo. Last time I checked on him, he seemed about ready to tear down the door and chase after her. It’s getting sort of scary.”

Apollo frowned at this. “Oh. Well. Um…” He blinked a few times, then set his shoulders, his face solemn. “It is decided then! I will answer your plea for my help, and release Leo from this spell, so that he will be free once again to express his true feelings!”

“Um, actually Lord Apollo—“ Jason started.

“Never fear!” Apollo interrupted. “I require no repayment for my aid! I will not ask you to undertake a long and difficult quest, nor spend several decades of your life as my personal servant, nor—“

“I really think this calls for magical cure, and Lou—“

“Yes! I, the lord of healing, will cure this magic! I see now why the Fates have guided me here today! I know just the antidote for this romantic malady! Come with me, Jason, we don’t have time to chit-chat!”

“My thoughts exactly,” Lou Ellen said, nudging Apollo out from her cabin’s doorway. She gave Jason an amused grin.

“But… Lou Ellen…” Jason said desperately.

“Good luck, guys!” Lou Ellen chimed. She giggled and slammed her cabin door shut in Jason and Apollo’s faces.

—

“Drew?” Leo’s grin fell apart as he scanned the interior of Cabin 7 and realized that Drew was nowhere to be seen. Just to be sure, he dropped to the floor and peered under the row of cots lining one wall, and tried to look behind a wooden cabinet full of medical equipment. Jason imagined it wouldn’t be long before Leo started searching inside the instrument cases in the more musically-themed areas of the cabin. Or under the floorboards.

“Jason, you said Drew would be here.” Leo looked utterly distraught, but thankfully he hadn’t swung into anger just yet. “Where is she? Am I early? Or late? Did she change her mind? Did I do something she didn’t like? Jason, how can I fix it? I’ll do anything for her.”

Jason was grateful the Apollo cabin was, apart from the two of them, empty, all of its members either out at activities or absent from camp entirely. He had the feeling Leo would look back on this whole episode with embarrassment, assuming he remembered it, so the less people around to gawk at him, the better.

“Jason,” Leo said, his tone becoming dangerous, “you told me Drew would be here.” Jason figured Leo’s artificially heightened emotions were about to flip back to fiery anger, and he was starting to regret skipping the Medea SPF 5000. Even if he did hate the coconut scent.

Before things could escalate any further, Apollo materialized next to Leo and led him away with a hand on his shoulder. If Leo was surprised to see an Olympian god standing at his side, he didn’t show it. “Now Leo,” Apollo said smoothly, “Jason only meant that you would need to come here before you see Drew. You need to get ready, so you can make a good first impression. Haven’t you ever had a girlfriend before?”

Leo shook his head, suddenly abashed.

“Sit here.” Apollo pushed Leo onto one of the medical cots, and Leo immediately swung his feet up and sat cross-legged atop the blankets. “Be patient for a minute, and Jason and I will prepare something special for you.” He winked.

“Something that’ll make Drew like me?” Leo asked.

“Yes,” Apollo said. “Didn’t I just say that? Try to keep up.”

Apollo then led Jason a few steps away, their backs turned to Leo, and said gravely, “I see now what you mean, Jason. This is all too terribly familiar. But I’ve learned a few tricks over the centuries for this sort of thing, so hopefully this will end better than last time.”

“Last time?” Jason asked.

“Don’t worry about it,” Apollo said quickly.

He pulled out a thin briefcase, seemingly from nowhere, and set it on a nearby table. As he opened it, a cluttered collection of bottles and vials spilled into view, far more than could possibly have fit in a bag of that size and shape. If Mary Poppins had turned to mad science, her endless bag of equipment couldn’t have been any stranger.

Apollo took a crystal bowl from the briefcase, set it on the table, and immediately began pouring into it the contents of one vial after another, with a speed and precision that suggested he had concocted this exact same potion innumerable times before—though Jason found that unlikely. Although the ingredients appeared suspect—a sprinkle of luminescent powder and precisely thirteen stirs with a golden spoon struck Jason as more theatrical magic than medical procedure—Jason trusted Apollo to know his way around a cure. Even if he did spend the duration of its concoction praising his own name and deeds under his breath. In verse. Jason wondered if he even realized he was doing it.

Jason glanced back at Leo, and found that his friend was still, to Jason’s great surprise, being patient. The ease with which the small demigod waited, completely motionless, not so much as shifting his gaze from Apollo and his potionmaking, unnerved Jason. Anyone who had known Leo longer than five minutes could see that something was wrong. Compared to his usual frenetic energy, he looked like a corpse.

Jason turned back to Apollo just in time to watch him add in a splash of glowing green liquid that looked like radioactive limeade, causing the color of the crystal bowl’s contents to sour into that of a swamp. A small puff of noxious green smoke rose from the surface of the liquid, like an evil potion in a cartoon. Jason half expected the murky smoke to form into the shape of a skull.

“Excellent!” Apollo exclaimed with a broad smile.

“…is it?” Jason asked dubiously. He grimaced at the scent rising from the bowl. “Lord Apollo, this won’t hurt Leo, will it? You’re sure it will work?”

“Ah,” Apollo said, “Now those are two entirely different questions. Will it hurt? Well, heartbreak always hurts, no matter the cause of the love in the first place, and exorcizing a spell so deep-seated in Leo’s psyche… well, it’s bound to damage a few things on the way out. If you’ve got to drag a bull through a china shop, you’re going to end up with a lot of broken plates. So to speak.”

“I’m not sure I like that metaphor.”

Apollo waved a hand, coming dangerously close to knocking over a nearby bottle. “Don’t worry so much. It will work. I’m Apollo. And Leo’s a sturdy little demigod, I’m sure his mind will be just fine, more or less. We can do some damage control after we get that spell removed. First things first though.” Apollo selected a small vial from among those on the table, and tapped a drop of pale pink liquid into the bowl. Immediately, the thick green sludge faded into a clean liquid that shined with the colors of a sunset.

“Wow.” Jason whistled appreciatively.

“Purely cosmetic, that last addition,” Apollo admitted, “but I find that patients tend to be averse to cures that look like toxic goo. Strangely enough.” He strode back to Leo and offered the crystal bowl. “I’m going to need you to drink this,” he said.

“Why?” Leo asked. “What is it?

“It’s a magical makeover potion,” Apollo lied cheerfully. “Anyone can put on a nice set of clothes or eat some breath mints, but only this will transform you completely into the best version of yourself. Taken in full dosage, everything from your looks to your personality will change to that which your beloved Drew would find most appealing.”

It sent a jolt of sadness through Jason’s heart to see just how quickly and eagerly Leo snatched the potion from Apollo and gulped it down.

Leo wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then gazed into the reflective surface of the bowl, as if hoping to see his reflection change in real time. Jason glanced at Apollo, uneasy.

“How long does this take to work?” Jason whispered.

“Oh, I’d say about—“

Apollo was interrupted by the sound of shattering crystal. He and Jason turned quickly back to Leo, who had just thrown the empty potion bowl across the room. He stood for a moment, staring at the broken pieces along the far wall, shaking like he’d just carried the weight of the sky.

“I,” Leo uttered, “Hate her. So much.” He dropped back to a seat on the edge of the cot, burying his face in his hands.

Apollo clapped his hands gleefully, exclaiming, “All cured! How wonderful of me! You’re welcome, by the way.”

Jason didn’t spare a second to join Apollo in congratulating himself. He sat on the cot beside Leo, who was doubled over like he was in physical pain.

“Hey,” Jason said. “How do you feel?”

Leo groaned. “Hacked.”

“Excuse me?”

“Hijacked. Remote controlled. Reprogramed. My head hurts. I wanna go home. What time is it? I’m sorry. Wayward functions… stuck, stuck, stuck…”

Jason looked up at Apollo, who just shrugged as if to say broken plates.

“Leo,” Jason said carefully, “do you remember what happened?”

“Unfortunately.” Leo grimaced, still gripping his head tightly like he was trying to keep his skull from falling apart. “Gods, I can’t help think stop what? I’m sorry. Everything’s too light. Mmmmmmm try turning me off and on again. Always works…” he trailed off into incoherent murmuring.

“Apollo! Can’t you do something?” Jason demanded. Apollo seemed taken aback at the intensity in Jason’s voice.

“Believe me or not, he’s actually doing better than I anticipated,” Apollo said. “The best thing really is to just let him reset. A little rest, a little nectar and ambrosia, and his mind will repair all those pesky little gaps on its own. Good as new.”

Apollo crossed the room to Cabin 7’s main store of medical supplies, and from a high cupboard retrieved a large Tupperware bin, a plastic kool-aid pitcher, and a small orange mug with Camp Half Blood’s logo all but chipped off of its surface. As he returned, Jason could see that the pitcher was filled with shimmering nectar. Apollo filled the mug about halfway, then nudged it gently against Leo’s arm until he took it, holding it tightly with both hands as if afraid he would drop it.

As Leo silently sipped the nectar, Apollo struggled violently with the Tupperware box. “Lucky you,” he told Leo, “these seem to be brand new batches. Freshest nectar and ambrosia this place has seen in a month, I’ll bet.” Apollo frowned as he looked down at the box. “Unlucky me, nobody bothered to remove this ambrosia from its packaging in anticipation of my arrival. I detest this infernal plastic containment. Even the most valiant effort could not—“

Leo coughed loudly, dropping the mug and spilling nectar across the cabin’s floor. Jason barely managed to wrap his arms around Leo and keep him from dropping to the ground, but just as quickly, he pulled his hands away, letting Leo fall back on the cot, unconscious.

“He’s hot!” Jason exclaimed, checking his hands for burns and wincing as he moved his fingers.

Apollo tilted his head to the side, squinting at Leo. “Mm, I don’t see it. But I suppose if you’re into the scrawny look…”

“Literal temperature, Apollo!” Jason snapped, “Focus! He’s starting to catch fire.”

“Oh,” Apollo said. “Oh no. That’s not good.”

“It’s okay actually, he does that a lot,” Jason started to say, but Apollo stopped him.

“I know about Leo’s fire. This is something else entirely. I don’t understand how this could have happened. There was no way he could overdose so quickly, not on the amount I gave him. Does he have a particular sensitivity, do you know? Allergies perhaps?”

“What, you think the nectar caused this?” Jason asked. But already he could see it. While Leo’s fire usually manifested in loud shades of orange and red, the flames rolling over his skin now were a delicate gold, shimmering with otherworldly pinpricks of light. And beneath the flames, Leo’s skin was beginning to burn. Leo never burned. “Oh gods,” Jason whispered. Something was going horrifically wrong.

Oblivious to Jason’s mounting panic, Apollo continued to muse to himself. “With his natural resistance to fire, I predict he should last longer than most, but given that this fire is of an entirely different origin, and a divine one at that… Well I suppose he could pull through, even from this stage, though he’d be the first. I’m actually rather curious…”

Jason had heard horror stories of too much nectar or ambrosia incinerating demigods alive, but had hoped never to see it happen. Yet here he stood, helpless, watching his best friend dying slowly before him, divine fire consuming him from the inside out.

“APOLLO!” Jason screamed, “DO SOMETHING!”

Apollo flinched, then rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I could say a few words? Though I didn’t really know him all that well. I would rather just send flowers…”

Jason ran to Leo’s side, forcing himself close to the heat of the flames. “LEO!” He yelled. There was no response from Leo, except a slight twitching of his eyelids, but Jason had to believe Leo was listening. Apollo would be no help now, and for all Jason’s skills, he was useless in the face of illness and fire. There was no time to run for help. The only person who had even a chance of saving Leo was Leo.

Jason wished he could charmspeak like Piper, but he just had to hope that his own voice and his own words would be enough to get through to Leo. It was a fragile hope, but it was all he had.

“Leo!” Jason imagined a wall of power behind his voice, pushing his words forward and making them into reality. “You will not die like this! You will not die in fire! You can’t! You are fire, blazing and strong! You are far more powerful than these tiny golden flames! They don’t destroy you, they fuel you!”

Leo showed no sign of having heard Jason, but the golden flames started to dim ever so slightly. Tendrils of bold orange and red began to creep around his form, chasing away the searing light around them.

Jason’s heart leapt. “Leo!” He called out again, “You are unpredictable! You break unmovable rules and invent solutions no one ever thought possible! This isn’t a death sentence, it’s a challenge, and you can solve it!” More and more of the golden flames were consumed by Leo’s fire, which was growing stronger, reaching higher. Jason braced himself against the heat, but did not take even one step away from his friend. “You’ve almost done it, Leo! You’re brilliant! Keep going! FIGHT FIRE WITH FIRE!”

Leo’s fire erupted in a blast of orange flames, filling the room and knocking Jason backwards, searing his skin. When Jason opened his eyes, he found himself slumped against the far wall, his body stinging painfully from head to toe. But he was still alive. As quickly as he could manage, he got to his feet and staggered through overturned beds and tables towards Leo, who was still sprawled out on the now very blackened and burnt medical cot. There was no sign of either the golden flames or Leo’s own fire. Leo’s eyes were still closed, and he was still covered in burns that mirrored Jason’s own, but his chest rose and fell regularly. He was breathing. He was alive.

“I just knew he would make it!” Apollo materialized next to Jason, beaming. He made a show of pulling the cot’s charred, disintegrating blanket over Leo, tucking him in like a child at bedtime.

Jason glared daggers at Apollo. The god put a hand to his chest, offended. “Well what could you expect me to do about it? If I interfered with some huge miracle every time a mortal was dying, well… I would be in major trouble, to put it plainly. You don’t know how bad Zeus’s punishments can be.” He spared Leo a glance. “How was I supposed to know it wasn’t actually his time to go?”

“Um, you’re the god of prophecy?” Jason shot back.

Apollo paused. “Right. Well.” He looked Jason up and down, taking in his burns, and shook his head. “Everyone needs medical attention today. No rest for the talented.” He picked up the pitcher of nectar from where it had fallen in the blast of fire, and held it out to Jason, shaking its remaining contents. “Nectar?”

“You’re kidding,” Jason said.

“What, do you have an allergy too?”

“No, and neither does Leo! Look, Apollo—“ Jason stopped himself, took a deep breath, and continued in a calmer tone. “Lord Apollo, I think it’s more likely that there is something wrong with the nectar itself, and possibly the ambrosia. Could it have been poisoned? Or made more potent somehow, so it’s easier to overdose?”

“Jason,” Apollo began condescendingly, “for someone to have tampered with the nectar and ambrosia, never mind in such a way that I could not detect it, is—“

“Possible.” Jason said firmly. “It’s possible. I won’t risk anyone else on the chance this was a fluke. You said this nectar and ambrosia was from a ‘new batch,’ right? We need to take it all back, from the whole camp, before anyone else is exposed. We’ll find someone who can, I don’t know, study it. Find out what’s wrong with it.”

“I think you’re overreacting, Jason,” Apollo said.

“Leo almost died,” Jason said. He shook his head. “A stupid, cruel prank almost led to Leo’s death. If this was anyone but Leo, they would already be dead. Lord Apollo, you are the god of medicine. You work to keep people alive and well. Someone or something is threatening our campers’ lives by turning our greatest tool for healing against us. If you don’t take this seriously, who will?”

Apollo stared at Jason for a moment before responding. “I will speak with Chiron.” He made to leave the cabin.

“And the ambrosia and nectar?”

Apollo snapped his fingers. “Done. All of it is far out of anyone’s access but mine now.”

Jason glanced back at the overturned table, and saw that the pitcher and Tupperware box were gone, along with the mess of broken bottles and vials that Apollo had used to concoct his initial remedy.

“If you’ll excuse me,” Apollo said loftily, “I have a very important discussion to get to.” He vanished in an instant, not even bothering to use the door.

Jason relaxed for the first time in hours, shrinking about an inch shorter with the change in posture. Finally, hopefully, this whole mess was over. He sat again on the edge of Leo’s cot, causing a small puff of ash to rise up. He set a hand on the blanket, inches away from one of Leo’s, too worried over his burns to actually touch him.

Jason heard shouting from outside; no doubt nearby campers were running to inspect the cause of the explosion, which had probably been heard halfway across camp. Jason wasn’t looking forward to explaining to the Apollo campers how their cabin had gotten torched, especially when it had involved their father. Hopefully they would be too concerned over Jason and Leo’s injuries to start blaming them.

Jason felt Leo’s hand slip into his own, a weak grip on just a few of his fingers. Jason ignored the sting of his burns and held Leo’s hand back.

“I’m sorry,” Jason said. “This whole thing was awful to begin with, and now the problem’s been blown way out of proportion. You almost—“ He stopped himself, then tried for a laugh. “Heh. Those were some pretty terrible chocolates, huh?”

“…am I broken?” Leo mumbled.

“No,” Jason said. “No, you’ve never been broken, Leo. Everything’s okay now. All fixed.”

(I have no idea what the explanation is behind the messed-up nectar and ambrosia. It only exists to parallel Ron’s poisoning, from the inspiring story. If you want to know what happens next, tough luck. That’s Apollo and Chiron’s problem now. Jason and Leo get a break.)

#riordanverse #heroes of olympus #hoo jason #hoo leo #jason grace #leo valdez #fanfiction #percy jackson #hoo drew #hoo apollo #pjo apollo #I wrote Drew and Lou Ellen from memory so if their personalities are off than oops #I know having the aroace character get love potioned looks bad on paper #but I want to stress again that this is Not A Good Thing

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Lady Agnes Wildheart gets insulted by a certain wizard at the start of their adventure. SFW.

“Agi?”

Agnes turned to her newest companion and smiled as he said her name. He’s got such a lovely voice and kind eyes. “Yes?”

“You’re not versed in magic, are you?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Of course I am, I have as much magic in me as you.” What is he getting at…?

“Oh, I do apologize. I meant to ask, are you studied in magic. Namely, are you a wizard? Which you are not.” ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!? “If you meet any elder wizards, let me know. There is a matter I’d like to seek advice on from a master.” Oh I’ll show you a master all right. UP YOUR ASS!

She and Gale did not speak for the rest of the day.

***

“Hmm, Astarion have you seen Agi? I was hoping to speak to her about something.” Gale asked, a hand absentmindedly rubbing his beard. He had not seen the dwarf since they arrived back at camp over an hour ago. “She isn’t in her tent. She’s not with anyone else. Perhaps she wandered off?” His eyes widened. “Gods, what if a vicious beast got her?!”

The pale elf rolled his eyes. “The last I saw her she was stomping into the woods. She seemed quite peeved, but understandably so after you insulted her.” His ruby eyes narrowed at the wizard. “That was uncalled for, by the way. She may not have gone to some fancy university or academy, but from what I’ve seen of her fighting…” Pearly fangs glinted in the sun as he grinned. “She’s talented. Powerful.”

“Which direction did she go?” His heart was racing, gripped in panic.

He waved a dismissive hand. “Follow the smell of singed plants. Her hands were crackling with electricity. Quite the sight.” Astarion watched as Gale left, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Oooh, this is going to be fun!”

***

“I’ll show you, Gale of fucking Waterdeep. I’ll show you!” Agnes snarled, lightning hitting yet another tree stump. How dare he! After I pulled his sorry ass from that portal, invited him to join us, and he says that! “Are you a wizard? Which you are not.” No, I’m not. I’m not an arrogant ass who just says stupid shit to people. “Fucking piece of shit, book-obsessed twat!”

A heavy sigh startled her. She turned suddenly to see Gale with his hands up.

“Forgive me for disturbing you, but this piece of shit, book-obsessed twat would like to apologize for earlier.” He smiled ruefully and got on one knee. “You’ve been nothing but kind and hospitable not just to me but all of us, and I’ve repaid you with—”

Agnes crossed her arms over her ample chest. “Being a twat—”

He nodded. “Yes, being a twat. An extraordinarily massive twat, which is why I’m begging you for forgiveness.”

He seems really sorry, and I’ll accept his apology…right after this. “You know, I did have a tutor---Floriant Beliveau, a famed sorcerer in the Gate. I learned from him starting when I was toddler,” After I accidentally set a chair on fire. Oops. “It was him who taught me, him who showed me how to control the magic surging inside me, him who encouraged me not simply to rely on my gifts alone and keep my mind open to all possibilities. So, do not ever presume that I’m a stupid little sorcerer.” Holy shit, I think I sounded like Mum.

Gale squeezed his eyes shut, and when they opened again, they were full of pain. “I-I didn’t mean to imply that you are, and I’m truly so very sorry. It won’t happen again, I assure you.”

To his relief, Agnes smiled. “I accept your apology, Gale. Now, let’s have a hug!” Sorry, I’m a hugger! I love hugs! She stepped forward and embraced him, hearing him heave a sigh as he enveloped her. “Friends?” Gods, he’s so warm and…comfy. No, Agi! No! He’s not interested in you, and you were just pissed at him! But he’s sorry and apologized and got such a lovely voice—

“For as long as you’ll tolerate me, my dear.” He whispered. When he pulled away from her, he winced. “Pardon me, my knees are screaming. Ugh,” he rose to his feet, grimacing. “It’s not easy getting old.”

“Gale,” she giggled. “you’re not bloody old.” He can’t be more than thirty-five? Thirty-four? Around there, I think.

He laughed nervously. “You’re so kind. I, erm…I’m approaching my forty-first nameday.”

Her mouth hung open. “Wait, what?! No, you’re messing with me, right?”

More nervous laughter. Oh dear. “Absolutely not. I’m afraid you’re traveling with a washed up, middle-aged wizard.”

Agnes shook her head, reaching for his hand and giving it a squeeze. “No, I’m traveling with a friend who happens to be a very talented wizard from what I’ve seen.” She looked up at him and smiled. “I’m twenty-five, by the way. Just had my nameday party before…you know.” You know---when we got abducted and had parasites put in our eyeballs. That’s a hell of a sentence.

He returned her smile, and she could feel her heart flutter. “The happiest belated nameday to you, Agi. Shall we get back? Don’t want the others to worry.” She nodded, and they walked to camp with Gale telling her that her teacher once guest lectured at Blackstaff Academy. “If I remember correctly, he had quite a dry sense of humor.”

She wrinkled her nose and giggled. “He did. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t miss him.” He and Da…on the same day…no. Don’t think about that right now, or you’ll start crying.

“Oh, forgive me, I had no idea he passed.”

Nodding, she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “I was his last student. Mum practically begged him to take me on---he was semi-retired at that point---and I’m so glad he agreed. Master Beliveau was tough but fair. He taught me so much about magic and how to use it to protect others…or attack. Either one!”

Gale chuckled. “If I may make an observation, you seem to have a preference for offense.”

“To be fair, Gale---fireball is one of the best spells ever.” She giggled. “And I happen to be very good at it.”

Squeezing her hand, he chuckled and lowered his voice. “Maybe we can compare our fireballs, my dear?”

Agnes’s face turned as bright red as her hair. Okay, is this flirting? I think it is? Perhaps? “What? To see whose is bigger?”

“Bigger, brighter…maybe see the passion we put into creating giant balls of fire?” When her glance met his, he winked at her.

Okay, so he’s got giant fiery balls of passion? I am totally here for it! The sound that escaped her was a squeak.

“Patience. All in good time, dear lady.” Gale murmured, squeezing her hand one more time as they arrived back at camp. “I never make claims I cannot prove. After all, I can back that up with considerable evidence.”

What the fuck do I even say to that?! “Regardless, I’d like to go through all your evidence. Very thoroughly.” Ooooh I think I’m good at flirting! “And don’t worry, Gale---I can be quite patient.” Letting go of his hand, she twirled, now facing him. “When I want to be, that is.”

Agnes giggled as she watched Gale stumble towards his tent.

Because he was trying to hide the tent in his trousers.

#agnes wildheart #gale dekarios #astarion ancunin #dwarf agi #pre relationship #these two fucking dorks #oh gale agi is never going to forget this #awkward dorks are awkward #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fan fiction #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #astarion wants to see agi fireball gale's ass #dwarf tav #plus size tav #sorcerer tav

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