For Anon who requested 10 and 20 for Hotch “Oh, shit.” “Hit me. I’m serious, hit me.”
You were in a small town in north Washington State and it was the middle of January and you were freezing. You’d had on two pairs of gloves and your fingers still felt like they were ready to fall off, and you stopped feeling your nose several hours ago.
Morgan and Hotchner were standing in front of you, looking around the front property of the unsub’s cabin. You’d located it a few hours ago via Garcia, unfortunately it had take you all that time to hike through the woods to find it, and when you got there it looked abandoned for the most part.
“Waste of time.” Morgan announced, kicking at the house angrily, “We wasted hours coming out here, and hours going back, for nothing, for an abandoned house. No one’s been out here in years.” You moved towards the front door, mostly trying to get the blood moving back in your legs when you noticed something.
“Hey wait.” You announced, “Someone has been here recently!” Hotch and Morgan came up to your side where you were pointing excitedly at the door.
“I don’t get it.” Morgan shook his head, and Hotch nodded along with him causing you to sigh.
“These nails, what’s different from them, compared to the entire rest of the house.” Both looked at you blankly and you groaned, “No rust! And you call yourselves profilers! These nails look brand new, someone came out here recently and nailed this door shut.”
“Reid,” Morgan called, and the other man’s head lifted, looking confused, “You’ve just lost your title of the BAU’s resident genius.” Reid rolled his eyes and went back to looking over the notes he’d brought along. Hotch turned and grabbed the handle giving it a pull.
“Nails aren’t doing much for the rotted wood, here,” He took his gloves off handing them to you before grabbing the handle and pulling hard. Turns out the wood was a lot worse off than it looked, and Hotch didn’t need to pull nearly that hard. When the door broke his arm jerked back from the force he was yanking and collided with something. That something being your face.
“Oh, shit.” You stumbled back, foot catching on the step causing you to fall back and land on your butt. The frozen dirt did nothing to pad your landing, “Dammit.” You hand went to you face, feeling the blood trickling out.
Hotch dropped down in front of you eyes wide, grabbing his gloves from your hand and using one to wipe the blood away, trying to asses the damage.
“Jesus Christ (Y/N) I didn’t think you were right behind me, I’m sorry. Does it feel broken.” You shook your head slightly, waving him off.
“I’ll be fine, crooked nose adds character.” You joked, “I should’ve known better than to stand that close.” Hotch grabbed your hands and pulled you up, keeping his glove pressed against your face.
“That’s gonna be a fun accident report to write up. How did (Y/N) break her nose? Oh Hotch socked her for being mouthy.” Emily joked, Hotch only glared in her general direction.
“At least it’s cold out. Nature’s own ice pack.” You smiled.
“Hit me.” Hotch stated and you were caught off guard.
“Hit me. I’m serious, hit me.” He moved back, opening his arms gesturing for you to take a swing, and you burst into laughter.
“I’m not going to hit you! It was an accident!” You laughed.
“Come on, (Y/N) hit him, once in a lifetime chance here, baby.” Morgan egged you on, grinning. “Do it for us.”
“Morgan..” Hotch warned, but smirked slightly, in good fun.
“Okay, fine.” You laughed, coming towards a suddenly slightly nervous looking Hotch. Did he really think you would full out take a swing on him. You smirked and lifted your hand before giving his face a small open handed bop with with double gloved hand. Hotch’s head jerked slightly but he laughed and the low velocity impact. “Now I feel better.” You grinned.
The Greek Hall of Fame: Apollo’s kids. Of course after the mortal Apollo, I had to draw his boys. I’ve been waiting too long to draw my beloved Will, but after reading Trials of Apollo, Austin was just so lovely? :((( Can we discuss the fact that Apollo conceived a child with a guy? HAHAHHA And that he loves his kids so much he kisses them and calls them beautiful (because they are)? Apollo kids should be protected at all cost. They are so precious. <3
Cinder: daughter of Hephaestus; has to be literally dragged from the forges (usually by her automaton assistant, Iko) before the harpies get out to clean the camp; one of her best inventions is a chip that deactivates your godly power, the blueprints for this chip provided by her father in a try to console her after she burned her mother, her house, and hurt herself with her pyrokinetic power by accident; he also made her a prosthetic leg and hand in place of the limbs she lost during the accident
Kai: son of Athena; left to Camp Half-Blood after his father’s death; has read every single book in the Athena Cabin library, feeling that the knowledge from these books will make up for his lack of a superpower; very smart with words and can be very convincing; leader of the blue team in Capture the Flag, and no, of course he didn’t form an alliance with Hephaestus cabin to see their cute cabin leader, Cinder; he’d stay up at night, muttering things about conspiracy theories until one of his siblings has to throw a pillow at him.
Scarlet: daughter of Demeter, and tougher than nails; don’t try to mess with her cabin’s crops (or with her, or with her loved ones) if you don’t want a dagger pointed at your throat; she suggested to Chiron that they grow tomatoes beside the strawberries the Dionysus kids tended to because it would increase the camp’s income, but she didn’t tell him it was to preserve the memory of her grandma who got killed protecting Scarlet from the monster attack that forced her to escape to Camp Half-Blood; very skilled charioteer and almost always wins during chariot races
Wolf: lycanthrope; used to be one of Lycaon’s minions (by force), but then he ran away because he didn’t want to be one of those murderers; while trying to keep a low-profile so that the other werewolves won’t find him, he meets Scarlet and decides to go with her to camp; campers warm up to him once they know he’s actually a cinnamon roll; stays in Zeus’ cabin since Zeus is the one who started the lycanthropes thing by turning Lycaon into a wolf; supported Scarlet’s idea to grow tomatoes near the strawberry fields
Cress: daughter of Athena; leans to technology more than literature, architecture, or warfare; can be seen a lot with other children of Hephaestus, studying plans for machines and other stuff; can disable any trap; arrived at camp at a younger age than any other camper; in spite of being trapped in camp longer than any other demigod, she is more updated about the outer world than any of them; not a child of Apollo, but has a very beautiful singing voice
Thorne: son of Hermes; his motto is “go big or go home”, i.e. instead of going for a wallet, he’d probably go and steal one of Cinder’s projects just to piss her off (but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t keep a hand on your wallet when he’s around); spends most of his time flirting with the Aphrodite cabin (only before he got with Cress); decided to stay year-round at camp because, well, he’s wanted in several countries, also because Cress stays there; don’t participate as his partner in a chariot race if you don’t want to get decapitated or something (or at least, don’t let him drive)
Winter: daughter of Aphrodite; doesn’t even need her charm-speak to convince people to do what she wants them to; everyone just loves her; she’s very beautiful in spite of the scars she got from fighting monsters (and the ones her stepmother gave her out of jealousy when she found out her stepdaughter is actually the daughter of the goddess of beauty); Apollo kids can’t help but write odes to her; ran away to camp with Jacin after her stepmother threatened to kill her; is usually the one to welcome new campers and help them until they get used to the camp, and is sometimes accompanied by Scarlet; enjoys walks in the forest
Jacin: son of Apollo; very good at medicine, and not only because of the godly power; he really loves medical science and read a lot about it; in fact, he wanted to become a doctor when he grows up, but he couldn’t, since he ran away with Winter to Camp-Half Blood; instead of training to be a doctor, he trained to be a warrior; his godly blessing is so strong he can help people who were inflicted by Dionysus’ curse of madness; he’s also very good at riding chariots, and his skills rival Scarlet’s
(Or Aine just stayed up late on a school night to write fanfiction).
Starts fluffy, ends kinda smutty.
A weekend away was just what the Saviour and her pirate needed. David and Snow had told them the whole plan a few days earlier on Emma’s birthday. They’d take care of Henry and manage the station while she enjoyed some TLC in a cabin they’d found on a hike (must have come over in the curse) and spent months refurnishing and decorating it. They showed Emma all the pictures of the outside; a large glittering lake was practically on their doorstep, soft emerald grass and rainbow coloured flowers surrounded them, a large tree with its branches skimming the waters surface- complete with a tyre swing- and a hammock nestled in another tree, just big enough for two.
And despite Emma’s protests-“It’s too expensive, what if something happens and I’m not there?”-she loved every minute.
It had seemed like such a long day, glancing at his watch every few minutes, not really paying attention to Arthur’s chatter.
He practically flies out of the portacabin when the day is done, rushing as quickly as he could home.
He’s quiet throughout their home, stopping only for a drink of water in the kitchen, beginning to tiptoe toward their bedroom.
The door creaks lightly, he shushing the door without thinking, seeing the silhouette of his partner laying still, telly on, the volume very low.
He knew Douglas liked the background noise every now and again, especially when he was sick.
He smiles at the lump, toeing off his shoes, foregoing changing into his pyjamas, just wanting to cuddle Douglas.
“Hmm, Martin?” Came the slightly slurred words of Douglas just as Martin has put a knee up on the bed, ready to climb in.
“It’s me. Go back to sleep.”
“Mm, don’t want to,” He reaches over, clicking on their side table lamp, the soft yellow glow illuminating them both softly, “I was only really dozing while waiting for you.”
“Is that so?” Martin questions with a smile, curling up into Douglas, hand rubbing his tummy gently.
“Mm hmm. I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” He kisses his cheek, his chin, reaching up to kiss his eye, Douglas chuckling lightly,
“Are you feeling better?” His hand wanders up Douglas’ shirt, he leaning his head on the other as he looks upon his partner lovingly.
“Loads, darling. I bet I could fly GERT-I with one hand tied behind my back, I’m that terrific.”
Martin just grins, hand continuously rubbing Douglas’ belly,
“God, what am I going to do with you?”
“Hmm, bugger me senseless?” He cocks his eyebrow, Martin not helping but snorting loudly, shaking his head at his partner.
“Maybe when you’re one-hundred percent,” They smile at one another, Martin’s eyebrows furrowing, biting his lower lip,
“Are you really okay, though? You do feel better?”
“Yes, I feel lovely, I do feel better.”
“I-I just,” Martin bites his lip again, sniffling the lightest sniffle, “I was scared. I was so worried when you wouldn’t go in, and then when you started acting loopy-”
“It was only the fever doing that, Martin. Hey… Hey now,” He murmurs lovingly, thumb wiping a tear away from Martin’s cheek, “I am really okay, love.”
“I just, just don’t want anything to happen to you, I-”
“And nothing will, alright?”
Martin takes a moment, nodding, “You need to promise you’ll go in right away next time at the first sign of being sick though.”
“Will that make you feel better?” he nods eagerly, his hold on Douglas tightening,
“I promise, love. I promise, promise, promise. Alright?”
“Alright,” He sniffs once more, nuzzling his face into Douglas shoulder, not wanting wipe away his watery eyes with his hand,
“Have you had anything to eat?”
“Hmm… Can’t say that I have. Been sleeping on and off all day.”
“Would you like a little soup? Maybe some toast?”
Douglas only nods, Martin giving his lips a light peck.
“I’ll, I’ll go and make that then. Have it in here, we can watch some bad telly together?”
“Sounds like a plan.” Douglas smiles, Martin’s heart melting at the smile that was directed towards him.
He doesn’t make the move to go make soup though, not just yet, holding Douglas a little longer.
“I love you.” Martin softly says, feeling a kiss in his hair.
“I love you too, Martin. So very much.”
❤ * * *
Well… I like Marlas, what can I say? >u>
Ummmmmmmmm, but yes. This is from yesterday, so I still need to do a sketch/doodle for today. :)
I very much like how they turned out. :) I used watercolors over my col-erase pencils and then inked it. :) The sketchbook I got takes light washes pretty okay, but marker is out of the question. The other side looks like you marked that side, I’ve never seen it before (it takes ink very nicely though, it’s a bit odd). O.o
But yeah. I’ve just had so many fanfic/fanart/Marlas ideas lately, and a bigger Marlas project thingy that I’m working on that I can’t help but sketch them out and share right when I finish them. :)
Anyhoo, enough of my babbling. I do so hope you enjoy, m’dears!
Ways to say I love you Prompts: slowly, the words dripping from your mouth like honey and in awe, the first time you realize it
+First Kiss, a continuation of Nightmares and Solace
For that anon that wanted to see us all crash and burn and die. Thank you, you horrible (jk wonderful) person. :D
It had been several months since Nico had begun staying in
the Apollo cabin. He’d gotten far more comfortable with holding Will’s hand in
public after he held it for the first time. Even that had taken some getting
Now, they were in the infirmary, sitting on a cot, holding
hands. Will was playing with his fingers. “Can I ask you something?” Nico asked
as Will hummed softly. His blue eyes flickered up to him, creating tiny
skeletal butterflies in Nico’s stomach. “Does it ever bother you?”
“Does what ever bother me?” he asked, using his thumb to
stroke the skull ring on Nico’s finger.
Nico cleared his throat. “You know, how slow everything is
going. We’ve been dating almost a year now and…. All I do is hold your hand and
let you kiss me on the cheek.” He shrugged. “I mean, I know all the other
couples are a lot more show-y and-”
“All the other couples are not us,” Will interrupted. He
held Nico’s hand tighter. “Look, when I asked you out, I promised myself I
wouldn’t push you. That we’d take this with a pace you were comfortable with. I
know it’s hard for you, Nico. After the Lotus, and all the things you’ve seen….
I get it. And it’s okay.” He paused and Will reached a hand over to him,
hesitating before touching his face. Nico looked up at him and leaned into the
warm hand. “It doesn’t bother me.”
“Okay,” Nico answered quietly. “You make me really happy,”
he told him, closing his eyes. “It’s been a long time since I was happy.”
That night, the camp gathered together for a campfire before
the fireworks. Will and his cabin led a sing-along and Nico watched happily. He
loved the sound of Will’s voice. And he loved seeing the fire’s flames go up in
bright orange and yellow, so lively and happy.
“Alright, everyone, five minutes until midnight!” someone
shouted. Will’s hand laced with Nico’s and he pulled him over to a blanket to
lay down and watch the sky.
Nico smiled as he laid back beside Will, their hands
interlocked. Will turned sideways beside him and Nico turned his head. “What?”
Will smiled serenely and closed his eyes. One hand came up
to rest lightly on his cheek. It made Nico nervous, and it made his heart race.
In a good way. “Nico,” he drawled, his voice like sweet, smooth honey. “Is it
okay if I tell you that I love you…?”
Nico’s breathing stopped. His whole body went cold and he
sat upright. When he was able to breathe again, his breaths came fast and the
scene before tipped sideways.
“Nico?” Will questioned gently, sitting up as well. “Hey you
don’t have to say it back or-”
“You know, m-maybe we should just be friends,” Nico blurted.
Will didn’t answer. Nico’s eyes flickered to him to see him pale faced and
shocked. “I-I’m sorry.” Nico got up and started away from the rest of the
demigods, and began running to his cabin. As he got into his cabin, he heard
the fireworks begin and he shut his eyes.
Frustrated, he hit his head against the door, gritting his
teeth. What in the world was that? What had he just said? What had Will said?
What was love anyway? How was Nico supposed to react to that? After telling him
he wouldn’t push, why would Will drop something like that onto him? Why did he
feel so panicked?
He shook his head and covered his mouth trying to calm
himself down. He’d battled monsters and gone through Tartarus. He could handle
a weird, crazy, sudden bombshell from a son of Apollo. He took a deep steadying
breath and laid down in his bed. It was unfamiliar after so long.
He laid down and covered himself, not bothering to change
his clothes. That night, he dreamed of nothing. Still, when he woke up he felt
anxious and restless. The memory of the night before hit him like a brick to
the face and he had the urge to hide in his cabin for the rest of the day, and
possibly the rest of the year.
A knock at the door made his head snap up and he nervously
stood to answer. Of course, it couldn’t be anyone but Will.
He was looking at Nico with the strangest expression.
Actually, Nico realized, it wasn’t a strange expression at all- it was simply strange
to see on Will’s face. It was absolute devastation. “Look, I’m sorry if what I
said scared you, Nico-”
“No, it’s cool,” Nico said quickly. He stepped outside and
shut the door, stepping past Will. “I mean, friends, right?” He heard Will
scoff behind him as he followed.
“You can’t be serious, Nico. Not after this long?” Nico
sighed and kept walking, realizing belatedly he had no idea where to go. He was
always in the infirmary. He turned away and started for the arena instead. “Nico,
would you hold on?” he called.
He jogged up to him and Nico shrunk into himself. “Look, I
mean, I- this- we weren’t going to work out anyway. I think we both knew that.”
“No, no we didn’t know that,” Will protested, keeping up
with Nico. “That’s kind of why I said what I said, Nico!” Nico rolled his eyes
and shook his head. “Would you stop and talk to me for a second?” he shouted.
He pulled his arm and turned him around.
Nico immediately snatched away and snapped, “Don’t touch me!”
Will stared at him with wide eyes and Nico thought it would
be best to look away from him. “No. Don’t do that, don’t you dare shut me out,
Nico scowled and turned away. “Fine, if you don’t want to be
friends either, we won’t be. I don’t care.”
That must have done the trick. It kept Will rooted to his
spot as Nico walked away and pulled his sword free. Each step he took resulted in
the grass wilting at his feet. People began to steer clear of him and the cold atmosphere
At lunch, Nico sat at his own table, earning himself stares
from everyone else that had gotten used to seeing him at the Apollo table.
There were whispers and glances thrown at both himself and Will. He glanced up
and saw Will with that same pained expression, not touching his food, and his
siblings nudging him lightly. Kayla looked up at him and frowned, causing Nico’s
jaw to tighten. He got up and left the pavilion to shut himself in his room.
The routine went on for almost two weeks. It wasn’t long
before the anger in Nico turned into a familiar melancholy. Loneliness crept
its way back into him, and no longer having anyone to make him laugh or smile
was starting to make him panic.
Will had cared for him. Will had been patient with him and
considerate and he made Nico happier than he had been in a long time. How could
Nico have been so stupid as to let that go?
Seeing Will in camp didn’t overwhelm him with panic anymore.
It just filled him with longing and guilt. He missed holding his hand and the
small gestures Will did like pecking his cheek or playing with a strand of
hair. He missed the soothing song he’d sing before Nico fell asleep and he
missed the playful banter they carried throughout the day. He missed seeing him
smile and helping him in the infirmary.
He missed Will. He missed Will so much it hurt.
Nico had returned to being unable to sleep. Not because of
nightmares, but because his mind wandered too much and his thoughts had begun
to make him feel suffocated. He sat outside of his cabin late one night,
leaning his head against the wall. He stared at the center hearth as it glowed,
warm and welcoming.
The sound of footsteps made him tense and he looked up to
see Will coming out of the woods with a boy that Nico only knew by his face. He
wasn’t an Apollo kid. Nico’s stomach twisted uncomfortably and rage sparked
through his body. The boy patted Will on the arm and disappeared into a cabin.
Will’s shoulders sagged once the boy went away and he looked up at the sky.
Nico wasn’t sure if it was because Will had sensed him there
or if his eyes were simply drawn to the cabin, but whatever the case, those
clear blue eyes, vibrant even in the night, flickered over to where he was. His
lips parted in surprise and Nico felt his breath hitch. Even now, he could feel
his heart hammering.
Will shut his eyes and turned away. Surprisingly, Nico got
to his feet and called after him. “Will, wait.” He did. He stopped but didn’t
turn around. “I-I’m sorry.”
He heard Will scoff and the sandy haired teen turned around
with a tired look in his eyes. “Is that all?” he muttered in a voice very
unlike the voice Nico knew.
Nico gulped and fidgeted with his ring. “I know I don’t have
the right to ask… but can we talk?” Then, because Will was a good person,
completely different from Nico, he walked over to where Nico stood. He tilted
his head and looked at him expectantly.
Nico took a shaky breath and took in the refreshing scent of
the boy in front of him. He basked in the warmth Will’s very presence provided
and tried to focus on his eyes. “Um, I know… I freaked out when you said….” Will
nodded, saving Nico from repeating it, his cheeks flushing. “But… that’s just
because I’m not used to affection. So my first reaction was to push it away. I
push away anything mildly out of my comfort zone. I’m not used to people caring
about me. And I guess it made me feel pressured to always be a good
b-boyfriend, and I know I can’t be….”
He took another breath as Will looked at him sadly. “I never
meant to hurt you like this, Will. I never wanted you to look so unlike
yourself because of me. But I’m a mess, you know? I’m not good with emotions,
much less people. But you made it feel like I didn’t have to be. When I was
with you, it seemed like you just knew what I meant to say. I never had to
explain myself, you just knew.”
Will cleared his throat and rubbed his neck. “Okay. I mean,
what are you trying to say? That you’re sorry I fell for you? That you’re sorry
you broke up with me?” His voice cracked and Nico winced. “If that’s all, it’s
fine. I’m not good at keeping grudges. I mean-”
“That’s not all I’m trying to say,” Nico sighed. He rubbed
his temples and shut his eyes. He was afraid to make a fool of himself. What if
Will was so hurt by him he didn’t give him another chance? What if he’d gotten
There was nothing to lose, he supposed. He could swallow his
pride for a moment to be honest with the boy who had always been honest with
him. “I miss you, Will,” he said hoarsely. “I miss you so much. With you, I
never felt alone. I laughed and smiled, and I had friends. Most importantly I
had you.” Nico gulped and let out a shaking breath. “I miss holding your hand
and helping you in the infirmary and joking with you. I miss seeing you smile
and hearing you laugh. I miss your voice, I miss the look in your eyes when you
were happy and I hate myself for doing this to you.” Nico’s words began
tumbling over each other, desperate to get out.
“I want you back, Will. I want to be with you again, I want
to fall asleep with you holding my hand and wake up to you flicking water in my
face and I want to hear you ramble on and on about medicine and health.” He
looked up into Will’s eyes which had become glassy with tears he wouldn’t let
spill. “I don’t like being away from you, I want to be with you because you
make me happy, you make everything better, and when I’m with you, things are
just okay. I-I-I-.” Nico began stammering and as he looked at Will, he realized
what all of these swarms of emotions were.
At least this is what he imagine it was like. Feeling so
light with a person and so heavy without. So even though he had never really
known what the phrase meant, it seemed right, and he managed to whisper it so
softly the night swallowed it, but not before Will heard him.
“I’m in love with you too.”
After saying it, Nico felt like a weight had been lifted
from him, and laughter began to bubble in his chest, mixed with panic and
nervousness. Will stared at him in shock and his breaths became shallow.
“Holy schist,” Will murmured.
Nico laughed anxiously and felt his hands begin to shake. “Oh
gods, what did I just do?” he giggled. “Oh that was- I don’t- do you? Oh gods.”
“Nico, Nico, Nico,” Will whispered, taking his hands in his
own. He smiled at him kindly and pressed his lips to Nico’s hands. “It’s okay.
I still love you just as much as the moment I told you I did,” he assured. “You
are a complete idiot, Nico di Angelo.”
“I’m sorry,” he breathed. Will shook his head and smiled
against Nico’s hands. “So… are we…?”
Will opened his eyes and pulled Nico into a hug. “We’re
okay. We’re okay, Nico.”
Nico sighed in relief and as Will began to pull back, he
whispered his name. Before Will could ask, Nico curled a hand at the nape of
his neck and pulled him in.
The feeling of someone else’s lips was surprising and
strange, but in a good way. Will’s lips were warm, but frozen in shock as Nico
pressed his own against his a little harder. Nico had no idea what exactly he
was supposed to do, so it was a relief when Will unfroze and kissed him back.
Nico didn’t know kisses could work without tongue and teeth,
but he was grateful they could. He enjoyed the sweet, innocent pressure of only
Will’s lips against his own, his lips encasing Nico’s bottom lip before
switching to his top lip.
He loved the way every nerve ending came alive and the
adrenaline and excitement coursing through his veins as fireworks went off in
his chest, in his head, and all over him. He’d never felt so alive.
When he pulled back, Will was staring at him in wonder and
Nico felt himself blush. “I’m sorry if that was bad,” he whispered, a hand at Will’s
“Was that your first kiss?” Will whispered, still in awe.
Nico nodded slowly. Will smiled and pulled him in again by the lapels of his
leather jacket. Nico was on the toes of his rundown boots, but it didn’t
After realizing how much he loved the perfect, complete dork
kissing him, Nico didn’t think anything else would ever really matter.
But why does everyone portray Nico as some hot God of darkness and goth like I’m 99% sure Nico was a nerdy 11 year old who talked nonstop about a trading card game and then started calling himself the Ghost King and making a point of telling people his sword was Stygian iron, making them nearly laugh at how hard he was trying to seem intimidating. This is the kid who complained about the shitty decor in the Hades cabin and how he’d have to redecorate it. One of the only times this kid smiled in the series after running away was when Will Solace mentioned the satyr baby being born. Nico is a huge dork. Was his storyline and young life very tragic and damaging? Absolutely. He’s still a 15 year old fake-edgy dork who’s in perpetual emo phase and probably pretends to hate pop music. And this is why I love Nico.
I keep seeing the headcanon of someone going up to Mr D (usually it’s Jason) asking him to change the "one girl and one boy in a cabin" rule to “any two demigods regardless of their gender”.
Personally I think Mr D would start laughing so hard, just really forget himself there for a second and laugh harder than he’s laughed in years before finally responding: Look Jacob, I’m the god of wine and parties. People would do orgies in my name to honor me, so what you kids get up to in your free time is up to you and I don’t give a flying fuck. But since I trust you brats about as far as I can throw Mt Olympus I guess a change is in order: no two demigods capable of producing a baby together can be alone in a cabin. There are enough of you little shits as there is and the last thing I want is you making more. Anything else if fair game.
Then he struts away, still cackling to himself, leaving behind a very flustered Jason. Piper just shrugs, not expecting anything else, but Will does a little gloating dance before trying to highfive Nico who is blushing so hard he thinks he might faint.
Continuation of this fluffy fic for Annabeth’s 23rd birthday; Just demigods being dorks. I laughed a lot while writing this, I hope you enjoy reading it!
“I always knew you were his favourite,” Clarisse growled. “It’s so obvious.”
Annabeth laughed. “What are you talking about?”
“Come on!” Clarisse waved a hand at the dining pavilion, which was decorated with a huge Happy Birthday banner and far too many blue and silver balloons. “Who else would Chiron extend the curfew for?”
It was the early hours of the morning, and while Chiron had sent all the younger campers to their cabins he’d given his blessing for the party to continue on with just Annabeth’s special guests - which was really more than enough. With ex campers from both Camp Half Blood and Camp Jupiter in attendance, Percy had done a great job of completely blowing Annabeth’s no fuss birthday request.
She blew a stream of air out from between her pursed lips. “Well, technically, none of us are really campers anymore -”
“You Athena kids and your technicalities,” Clarisse snarled, but there was no menace in it. “Just admit you’re the golden child and get it over with.”
Thankfully, Chris asked Clarisse to dance before she could get properly annoyed with Annabeth, who was too busy laughing to respond to the accusation.
Just as the Ares camper left, Frank stepped in to take her place. “Golden child, huh?”
Annabeth smiled at him, softer than the smile she’d given Clarisse. “Apparently.”
Grover snuck in between them, chewing on his plastic cup. He bleated a laugh. “I can believe it.”
She narrowed her eyes at him over the rim of her cup. “You can?”
“Yeah.” He smiled at her. “You’ve been practically running this place since you were seven. And look at all these people who travelled to celebrate with you…”
Annabeth swept her gaze out over the pavilion, which was packed with all of her demigod friends - people she’d grown up with at the camp, people who had quested with her and fought by her side, people whom she loved. And at the centre of it all, Percy, blue icing smeared across his chin from where Piper had just mushed her piece of cake into his face.
“I don’t think any of these people consider me to be the golden child of camp, though. That honour probably goes to Percy.”
“Eh.” Frank shrugged. “Everyone knows that you two are a package deal, anyway.”
She watched her boyfriend chase after Piper with a cup of blue soda as she shrieked, “No powers, no powers!”
“I don’t need powers to pour this over your head, McLean!” Percy shouted, scaling a table and spilling soda on Calypso’s shoulder as he went. “Sorry!”
[For the past several days, Luke has been trying to speak with Mr. D about getting more space for the unclaimed demigods. It is becoming rapidly apparent that Mr. D could not care less if he tried.]
Luke(Following Mr. D past the strawberry fields): Sir, I’m telling you, there really isn’t any more room in the cabin for-
Mr. D(Waving him away irritably): For the last time Larry Castellanos-
Luke(Through gritted teeth): Luke Castellan.
Mr. D(Ignoring him): I don’t care, and I’m going to barf on your face unless you GO AWAY. Get a life of your own and do something with it. Take a psychology course while you’re at it, try to figure out who gave you such disgusting daddy issues.
Luke(With a tight smile): It was, you know, probably my dad.
Pairing: CainxReaderxCrowley Word count: 694 Request: Anonymous.
Yay! Thank you! I’d really love some Crowley x fem!reader x Cain
polyamorous fluff! I love those two demons. Maybe they are taking care
of the pregnant reader (Or she could be on her period, you decide)? Or
something like that?
Cain came in, bag in hand. You were currently 15 weeks pregnant, and sent him on an ice cream run. Thankfully, Cain didn’t sleep, so going out at two in the morning, and driving the hour to the nearest twenty-four hour supermarket didn’t bother him. He could have snapped there, but you’d started to sniff about him taking the easy way out. Seeing you upset killed him, so he sighed, grabbed the keys to his truck, and left the cabin.
You’d been cuddled against Crowley, and you’d set him a few days before to get apples. And then he got the wrong kind- red delicious, when you’d wanted Gala. That time you let him snap to get the right ones. He chuckled when he saw your face light up when you bit into the first apple.
He found you napping against Crowley, who was currently reading. “I’ll put this in the freezer.” Cain smiled over at you, your hand resting on your belly that looked more like a few extra pounds at this point.
Crowley nodded. “Probably the best idea. She’s been asleep since not long after you left. So, she might wake up at any moment.” He looked down at you as you shifted, trying to get closer to him. None of you knew who the baby’s father was, but none of you cared. You were all in this together. Of course, that also made it more difficult to agree on things.