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lovelyhan · 11 months

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imagining jeonghan as your roommate and you're just friends. REALLY you're just friends.

friends who started going out on dates as a joke because you were both bored. friends who always call each other every night when one of you is out of town because you missed the sound of their voice. friends who sleep in each other's beds until you don't know what it feels like to be alone anymore.

jeonghan's just your friend — really, he is! so even if your heart aches with lovesickness every time he flashes you a lazy smile, you take it in stride. because jeonghan is a nice friend. a wonderful friend. you wouldn't trade what you have with him for anything else.

even for the paper thin chance that he might just be as lovesick as you are.

someone asks, "are you guys dating?" one day when you're all hanging out with a bigger circle and before you can deny the allegations, jeonghan intercepts with a calm and confident, "yes."

you think about it the entire drive home because... you're just friends, right? friends who go on dates but aren't dating. friends who love each other but aren't in love.

oh wait. that only makes one of you.

"what do you mean we're dating?" you dare to ask jeonghan once he pulls over at a red light — a frown contorting your features. "we're just friends, aren't we?"

jeonghan hums as his fingers drum across the steering wheel. "hn? we've been on at least twelve platonic dates. that counts as dating, right?"

"...when does it become not platonic then?"

he doesn't answer right away, slanted eyes glued to the traffic lights counting down until they glow green again. you don't make it a habit to figure out what goes on in jeonghan's head. you've never once won that game and you've always been a sore loser.

but right after he steps on the gas pedal to zoom past the empty streets again, jeonghan — your roommate, your confidant, your friend — smiles at you with tenderness in his eyes that's familiar and foreign both at the same time.

"how about date number thirteen?" he asks before making a sharp right that's definitely not en-route to your shared apartment. "the carnival by the pier closes at three a.m. and i know that parlor game stuffies are the key to your heart."

you stare at him for a beat longer — wondering if there's a catch. a punchline to some joke you're not quite getting.

but you've been friends with jeonghan for so long that you're well-aware that the only way you can figure him out is to not figure him out at all.

"okay," you respond coolly, trying to keep your heart from bursting when you place your hand on top of jeonghan's from where he firmly grips the gear shift. "you better make up for not buying me one of those ikea sharks."

jeonghan snorts. "hey! blåhaj is out of our budget!"

jeonghan's a good friend. the best friend you could ask for, really. but the morning after he takes you to the midnight carnival, you're glad to know he's an even better boyfriend.

#svthub #i have a chronic problem of writing fic ideas whenever i need to study #this is sfw btw #also shoutout to indi for feeding me so much jeonghan brainworms with a single tiktok #im never recovering from this actually #seventeen x reader #jeonghan x reader #🌸 soft thoughts #lovelyhan #seventeen fanfic #jeonghan fanfic

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sunrenity · 4 days

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attention ✶ enhypen

s — they want your attention on them.

p bf! enhypen x fem! reader . g fluff, est relationship, comfort . wc 562 (0.5k) . bookshelf

이희승ㅤ✦ㅤlee heeseung

heeseung notices you deeply engrossed in your phone, a slight frown creasing his forehead. he slides closer, nudging your knee with his own. "hey," he whispers, his voice soft but insistent. when you don't respond, he tugs at your sleeve, leaning in until his face is inches from yours. "what's so interesting over there? don't you want to hang out with me, your boyfriend?" his eyes twinkle with mischief, and you can't help but smile at his playful persistence.

박종성ㅤ✦ㅤpark jay

jay sits across from you, watching as you scribble away in your notebook, oblivious to his presence. he drums his fingers on the table in a rhythmic pattern, but you don't notice. with a sigh, he leans over, doodling a goofy face on the corner of your page. you glance up, a laugh escaping your lips. "really, jay?" he grins, his eyes meeting yours. "just wanted to see that smile. come on, take a break and talk to me."

심재윤ㅤ✦ㅤsim jake

jake plops down next to you on the couch, noticing your attention fixed on a book. he leans his head on your shoulder, letting out a dramatic sigh. "i'm so bored," he murmurs, his voice a soft hum in your ear. you feel the vibration of his words against your skin and glance at him. "jake, i'm reading." he pouts, wrapping an arm around your waist. "but i need attention too. just for a little bit?" his puppy-dog eyes are impossible to resist, and you close your book with a smile.

박성훈ㅤ✦ㅤpark sunghoon

sunghoon watches you from across the room, your concentration fixed on your laptop. he decides to play it cool, picking up his own book and settling beside you. every few minutes, he glances your way, waiting for a sign that you're noticing him. when that doesn't work, he leans in, whispering, "did you know that the human brain is more active at night?" you look up, slightly confused. he grins. "just thought you might find that interesting. but you know what's more interesting? spending time with me."

김선우ㅤ✦ㅤkim sunoo

sunoo sees you hunched over your desk, your focus unbroken. he quietly heads to the kitchen, returning with a plate of your favorite snacks. he stands just out of your line of sight, holding the plate tantalizingly close. "guess what i made," he singsongs, waving a cookie in front of your face. you finally look up, eyes widening in delight. "sunoo! you made these?" he nods, a playful smirk on his lips. "only if you promise to share them with me. deal?"

양정원ㅤ✦ㅤyang jungwon

jungwon watches you from the other end of the sofa, your attention glued to your phone. he scoots closer, his hand gently covering yours. "hey," he says softly, his voice filled with warmth. you look up, surprised. "what's up, jungwon?" he smiles, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your hand. "just wanted to remind you i'm here. let's do something together, okay?"

西村力ㅤ✦ㅤnishimura riki

riki notices you zoned out in front of the tv, a distant look in your eyes. he stands in front of you, blocking your view. "riki, i can't see," you complain, trying to peer around him. he starts making funny faces, contorting his features into exaggerated expressions. you burst out laughing, unable to keep a straight face. "okay, okay, you win. what do you want to do?" he grins, pulling you up from the couch. "anything, as long as it’s with you."

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jooillusion · 23 days

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🌸 I just remembered when you said Gunil would use Princess as a pet name for his S/O

So my ask is what petnames do you think xdh members would use??

Hope you have a good day hehe🫶

what ot6 calls their partner <3

warnings: none

i’m finally out of hibernation for like the 50th time and trying to gain my motivation to write back. i have sm ideas but absolutely no motivation to write 😭 so hopefully this fuels it and i hope you enjoy!!

꩜ G. GUNIL

↳ princess, darling

we’ve already established gunil calls you princess when he’s praising you but guys come on YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS MAN CALLS DOESNT CALL HIS S/O DARLING OR. i feel like gunil is a little bit old school so darling would be right behind princess. loves spoiling his significant other, and because i’m delulu whenever he buys you something he’ll slip in a little “good choice darling :).”

extra(s): sunshine (definitely saying it’s bc of good morning sunshine ), baby, honey

꩜ K. JUNGSU

↳ angel, sweetheart

BIG BIG BIGGGGG angel and sweetheart guy. i can imagine when you too are having a date day, you and jungsu are holding hands while taking a troll around an amusement park. when you two go into a gift shop and he tells you “get anything you want angel.” and when you two are on a ride, he sees you’re obviously nervous and takes your hand in his, saying “don’t worry sweetheart, i got you.” (ignoring that one rtw episode)

extra(s): love bug, sweetie

꩜ K. JISEOK

↳ my girl, dreamgirl

i’ve discussed this before in my gamer bf!gaon, he calls his s/o my girl whenever he’s talking about you to his friends, he’s a lil possessive but he loves showing you off whenever he gets the chance :,). besides that, if you two are cuddling and talking about the timeline of your rl (you two would do this a whole bunch) he’d refer to you as his dreamgirl, and he’ll call you it for the rest of the week.

extra(s): babe, baby, princess

꩜ O. SEUNGMIN

↳ cutie, beautiful

seungmin definitely loves to worship and praise his lover like i do not know how much i can stress this like have you seen this man’s bubble account? definitely knows how to cheer you up when you’re feeling down, “what’s wrong cutie? do you need anything?” AHHHHHH and likes calling you beautiful when because it gets you all flustered and he loves it.

extra(s): doll, sweetheart, lovely

꩜ H. HYEONGJUN

↳ pretty, flower

hyeongjun is such a sweetie omg :,(. likes to take cute little pictures of his s/o on a digital camera to save every single memory that you two share. “do another pose for me, pretty.” “come on pretty, let’s go.” it has you kicking your feet inside. it’ll really have you kicking your feet when he takes a picture of you and he call you his “pretty flower.”

extra(s): babe, your own name (he loves it sm :,))

꩜ L. JOOYEON

↳ my love, hun

like jiseok, i can imagine jooyeon being possessive but chill at the same time, so when he is affectionate it surprises you. since you guys see each other only about three times a week, so when he picked you up in an embrace whenever you see each other, “it’s been too long, my love.” and it’s only been a few days, it catches you way off guard. he’d intentionally stare into your eyes, down at your lips, then back into your eyes while you’re talking and it’d make you stutter, in which he smiles and asks, “you okay, hun?”

extra(s): my lady, babe, your own name

please remember that this is a pure work of fiction.

#—꩜ ot6 #—꩜ fluff #—꩜ requests #—꩜ drabbles #xdh soft hours #xdh soft thoughts #xdh fluff #xdh x reader #xdh imagines #xdinary heroes soft hours #xdinary heroes soft thoughts #xdinary heroes fluff #xdinary heroes x reader #xdinary heroes imagines #sweetie 🌸#love mail ୨୧

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taey0ngsvape · 1 year

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mornings with jongho

inspired by the pictures he posted on twitter today

i feel like he would be the one to wake up first.

likes watching you sleep for a few minutes. he thinks you're adorable, puffy cheeks and messy hair included

when he finally does wake you, it's with a gentle touch to your shoulder, shaking it until you open your eyes.

"hey beautiful"

always waits until you're fully out of bed before he gets up too, just to make sure you don't accidentally fall back asleep.

once you've both brushed your teeth, he'll kiss you softly. likes to hold your face in his hands. probably pinches your cheek after.

sometimes you'll cook breakfast together, especially on weekends, but other days you'll settle for a bowl of cereal or toast. but regardless of what you choose, you always eat together.

he sticks by you a Lot in the morning, not exactly clingy, but he just sort of hovers because he likes being close to you and wants to spend as much time together as possible before you both have to leave.

always insists you take a picture together in front of your hallway mirror (he says it's so you can show off your outfits but really it's so he has plenty of pictures of the two of you that he can look at whenever he's missing you a lot)

always says "i love you" before leaving, usually paired with a short kiss

he's such a sweetheart :(

#jongho soft hours #jongho soft thoughts #jongho fluff #jongho scenarios #ateez imagines #jongho headcanons #ateez headcanons #ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #clare’s fics🌸

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pink-amphibian · 3 months

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You look soooo cute, whoring yourself out to strangers on the internet. You know exactly what to do, hm? Spreading your legs for every guy that looks your way? Such a nice toy. I bet you are lots of fun to mess with in public, just slapping your ass every time I walk past you, pulling you into allyways groping your body, telling you to keep quiet if you don't want to be noticed. Rubbing you through your panties as you stand in a crowded bus or train... Holding your throat in my grip as a reminder for you to keep quiet while I grope your chest and use your thighs to get myself off, making people stare at how much of a whore you are as you leave the train with cum dripping down your thighs.

ehehe... I would be a good dumb toy, cuz that's what good feminine pupboys like me do! I love being dumb n bouncy n pink and grabbing the attention of all the men who can't resist getting their hands on me <3

I'd feel soo scared about bein detected tho like that in public.. Don't wanna be too much of a dumb bimbo boy whore, ya know? >u♡ hehehe!

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sunshiinnne · 20 days

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You don't hate people. That's your pain talking.

You love people.

You hate the fact that the genuine strength of your love has been manipulated, mishandled, or misunderstood in the past which makes you fearful to love and trust to that extent now.

#hate is such a strong word to be just tossed around like that #it's easy to become evil but it's courageous to remain soft in the wild #girlblogging #spread kindness #🩷✨#random thoughts #quotes #light academia #spilled words #writerblr #txt post #source: pinterest #.🌸

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poolsidepanic · 1 year

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I love thinking about Heather in cunningway cause in my head one moment she’s shamelessly flirting and the next shes all soft and tracing little hearts across the back of Chrissy’s hand <3

#heather holloway #cunningway #chrissys the same tbh but to a lesser extent. shes usually soft but has her daring moments #thoughts 🌸✨

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ligayangdala · 2 years

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di maalis sa isip ko na si jaemin yung tipong all out kung mag-aftercare T__T

also can i be 🌸 anon?

huhu saur tama beh 😮‍💨 imagine-in niyo, pag nagenjoy kayo ng sobra sa rough sex tas marami siyang marks sayo, hahalikan niya 'yun isa isa 😵‍💫 lagi pang may nakahandang water in case gusto mo uminom or willing to shower with you and talk about your day lang habang shina-shampoo niya yung buhok mo 😭

welcome 🌸 anon!

#🎭 admins #📥 ligayangdala asks #💭 ligayangdala thoughts #🌸 anon #jaemin soft hours

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sunrenity · 6 days

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pools of molten honey ✶ kim sunoo

s — sunoo's eyes have always held you captivated, and once again you find yourself irresistibly drawn to him as he gazes at you with such tender affection.

p boyfriend! sunoo x fem! reader . g fluff, comfort, est relationship . wc 219 (0.2k) . bookshelf

SUNOO'S EYES, THOSE WARM pools of molten honey, had always held you captivated. today was no different. the golden rays of the setting sun filtered through the window, casting a soft glow around him, but it was his gaze that truly illuminated the room.

he looked at you with such tender affection, a silent symphony of emotions playing in the depths of his irises. each glance was a caress, each blink a whispered secret meant only for you. the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you suspended in this moment of serene intimacy.

his lips curved into a gentle smile, and you felt your heart flutter in response. every detail of his face was etched into your memory, from the subtle arch of his brows to the way his lashes framed those mesmerizing eyes. you could get lost in them forever, and maybe you already had.

drawing closer, you reached out, your fingers lightly grazing his cheek. he leaned into your touch, eyes never leaving yours. the connection was electric, yet calming, a paradox that made your pulse quicken and your breathing slow.

"you're my everything," he whispered, the words a balm to your soul.

in that instant, you knew you were home, forever enchanted by the pools of molten honey that were his eyes.

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cutielatias · 2 years

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this ep 1 scene(the sean's screenshots that i took on his birthday) kinda have history💔💧,this scene, the scene where Sean is trying to cheer up Daniel when he's whining, was the scene that made me start to have a (a little) crush on Sean👉👈😤~🌸 when I was watching the game for the first time (on its release), at first i didn't liked sean,i remember like it was yesterday me watching the beginning of 1 (seattle part) and being like "aargh💢, another asshole teenager from this franchise/"chloe" to put up with😒💢 but at least the little brother looks cool",but then later comes the forest part and i remember seeing sean there trying to cheer up daniel a little, i remember finding it very cute when he keeps telling daniel that when he go to school (daniel) that he could tell everyone how much miles he(they) had walked(the conversation was something like that💦) then daniel starts to get more excited, then sean keeps smiling, I remember seeing this scene and thinking "hmm...the teenager is kinda cool, even...cute, but it seens that he act/is kinda asshole because of his friends influence"💢😑at first I didn't confess(to myself) that I was starting to like him😤🌸 but then I started to see more videos of this game, and I was like "OK!OK! I admit, I'm starting to think this teenager is kinda cute~👉👈.There are many other scenes(of ep1) that made me start to sympathize/like sean, but this was the first one, so it has a special place in my heart/mind❤💧

#ana thought that would be nice if im post this on tumblr so why not #i feel that most of people's crush on sean started on ep 3 #since it was the ep that he turns out a little more soft(soft in quotes actually)and he also became more appeling for some people #but i i liked him since ep1 during this time ep 3 wasn't even dreaming of existing neither the ep2 #i don't know if i get flattered or embarrassed😑#sean was such a jerk on ep1😒 i don't even know how i liked him(i always ask myself this)#but who knows maybe i already knew that he was a jerk and all but inside he was actually very sweet👉👈~🌸#which he is❤#and~he was already a little cute on ep1 even being jerk😅🌸#(sigh)what can i do😤 i really liked/like this dumbass😙(the post is here as proof😅)#I feel that one of those days were ep 1 anniversary right? Does it was on 28 or 27 idk💧#Well a good time to post this here as this memory happen on the first time that I saw ep 1💧and also on its release #...remember this day/memory sometimes makes me sad💧#sean diaz #random things #personal

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supercutszns · 5 months

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Hi!! Just had to drop in and say I LOVED your Luke fic and I can’t wait for more. I would love protective Luke with hurt/comfort, if that sounds interesting at all. Thanks for sharing your writing!!! 🌸

fighting chance; luke castellan

wc + pairing: 4.2k, luke castellan x daughter of ares! reader

synopsis: when an enemy takes advantage of your kindness during capture the flag, luke intervenes with a sword in hand.

warnings: a creepy boy👎, threats/harm to reader, she’s going through it, blood/injuries (nothing major), angry ANGRY luke, violence, lots of fluff/reassurance at the end<3

notes: thank you SO much for your kind words & your request!! hurt/comfort is my bread and butter my favourite fic genre of all time i think. & protective luke is just a bonus bc he’s already crazy so it can go as far as i want🤭 i’m not exactly sure what this turned into but if i fix it any more i'm going to go insane so hope you like it!

You’re not much of a fighter.

That alone is a normal thing to admit—plenty of people don’t like violence, the frisson of a challenge, the bruises that come with them. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.

Unless you’re a child of Ares.

People at camp often ridicule your gentle nature when they see you with your half-siblings. They’re all gritted teeth and sharp edges, born warriors that take up all the space they can get. You, on the other hand, are lousy with weapons and even lousier with your fists. You’re quiet, attentive. While your siblings charge into battle without second thought you stay back, flitting around to adjust armour, change out weapons, oversee the terrain. Planning isn’t Ares’ style so you’re pretty much useless but nobody wants to admit it. You’re usually mistaken as a child of Hephaestus or Athena.

Unfortunately, you are a child of Ares, through and through—just in none of the ways that matter.

There are rare times your father’s influence peeks through. Not with bursts of rage or fists flying, but with thoughts. And sometimes those thoughts turn into words. Well, not sometimes. One time. This one.

The evening before the camp’s Capture the Flag game, every cabin gathered around the bonfire past dinner. To burn offerings, to chat, or in Luke Castellan’s case, to admire.

He watches you laugh with Clarisse from a distance. The Ares cabin leader always had a certain fondness for you. When Luke first started dating you he had to ask Clarisse for her blessing beforehand just to be sure she wouldn’t kill him. He’d do it a million times over just for the moment you look back, your face warming when you catch his stare. He rolls his eyes at you to lessen his smile, but he’s not sure it works. You giggle and turn back to your friend.

He’s always loved your softness; your capacity to defend and not attack. Your body rejects any skill you could possibly develop for violence. Believe him, he’s tried to teach you sword fighting, but the last time he gave you a lesson you nearly impaled yourself thirty seconds in. He loves your wit and your tenderness, your proficiency at preventing conflict, your refusal to argue. But a selfish part of him loves the fact that he’s your protector even more.

The night wears on with the flickers of fire and friendly banter. One of the times Luke looks back at you, his brows wrinkle. There’s a guy talking to you. A group of them, actually, but there’s one clearly leading the pack. Some Aphrodite kid. Luke’s jaw twitches.

“Hey, princess,” the voice makes you pull away from your talk with Clarisse, but you’re confused. Luke is the only one that calls you that.

“Um, me?” You ask when you see the boy in front of you. He’s tall, chest puffed out. It’s not an endearing silhouette. “What’s up?”

“You wanna be on my team for Capture the Flag tomorrow?” He asks nonchalantly.

You laugh politely, “Sorry, but I don’t think we’re allied with Aphrodite tomorrow. That’s your cabin, isn’t it?” You feel bad that you can’t remember—his face is so … plain.

He chuckles back, but it’s a lot less nice. “No, doll, that’s not what I mean.” He steps a little too close, and even though you know Clarisse is behind you it feels like she’s a thousand miles away. “Well,” he drawls, a smirk drawn out, “you meet me in the forest after we start, and then we can … you know. Confer.”

“Confer?”

“Yeah. You get what I mean, pretty girl, don’t play dumb.”

A revulsion coats your gut. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t call me that,” you say as firmly as you can.

“What, pretty or dumb? Why not both?”

It’s demeaning, the way he says it, and it stirs a temper in your stomach you know you inherited from your father. You’re not big on confrontation. Or embarrassment. But this weirdo is talking to you out in the open and people are starting to stare. He wouldn’t dish it out if he can’t take it, right?

“I’ll pass on your offer. I have a boyfriend and I’m actually on his team tomorrow, so I’d rather confer with him, sorry.” Your hands wring together but you do your best to quell them, imagining it’s the string of Luke’s camp necklace, threaded between your fingers. You try to look for him out of the corner of your eye.

He snickers, even though it’s common knowledge you and Luke have been together for months now. “So you are dumb, huh?” He tries to smirk and you assume is supposed to be sexy, but it’s just gross. His hand tries to slide around your waist.

“Don’t touch me, please,” you hit his hand away. Your skin is crawling and the knot inside you tightens.“Just leave me alone. People are looking, you know.”

“We could go somewhere where nobody looks,” he sneers, and the grin on his face is so sleazy that you just can’t stand it anymore.

You pray to your father for strength. And to yourself for forgiveness.

“I’m sorry, are you stupid or something? I told you, no.” You snap. “Maybe you’re the pretty dumb one, but for a child of Aphrodite it’s shocking how little the first one applies.”

His eyes are wide, and the posse he’d assembled behind him has attracted quite the view. You almost feel like crying, all these eyes on you, but you’re so sick of people thinking they can walk all over you just because you’re not like your siblings.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? I’m just trying to be nice—” He grabs your wrist as you leave but you yank it hard.

“Don’t. Touch me.” People are staring at you now, but the only one you care about is Luke, who looks equally ticked and equally proud, and all you want to do is kiss him. “Hope the only time we confer tomorrow is if somebody’s sword is at your throat.”

It’s the last thing you say to him. He starts to go after you but Luke is already at your heels. “Back off, man.” You can spot how all his muscles are already rearing themselves for a fight. You wrap a hand around his wrist, and he meets your eyes. Not now.

The altercation is lost the second the two of you leave the bonfire. Nothing matters when Luke has you in his arms, kissing you outside of your cabin, telling you how damn beautiful you looked.

You’re fixing a new Ares boy’s armour when Luke finds you. “Hey, angel,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. He relishes in the way your face heats up. “You ready for battle?”

You smile, “Always.” You pat the kid on the cheek and send him on his way. He gnashes his teeth and roars, joining his siblings at the front. Luke catches the longing in your expression.

“All good?” He asks gently.

It takes you a second for your eyes to meet his. “Mmhm,” you swallow. “Just hope his armour doesn’t fall off.”

Luke sighs for a moment, then wraps his arms around you. “He’ll be fine, sweetheart. Be safe, okay? Stay close.” He kisses your temple, rubbing circles on the nape of your neck.

“Yes sir,” you reply against his chest. His insides flutter.

He pulls your face up to his and kisses you, tender and wanting. “Let’s show these hooligans who’s boss,” he quips.

“You’ll show them. I’ll hide in the woods until some idiot comes along and tries to ambush you.”

Your dulcet tone has him wrapped around your finger, and you don’t even know it. “You’ve always got my back,” he croons, kissing your brow.

“And you’ve always got our flag.”

You kiss him again and he lets you slip out of his arms no matter how badly he wants to keep you there forever. He watches you vanish into the trees, and his heart goes with you.

He gears up with his team and the horn sounds. Game on.

There’s yelling, sweat, adrenaline, and Luke embraces it all like a man starved. This is his chance to be ruthless, to let all his untapped rage cycle through him. This is why he’s unstoppable. This is why he’s the best.

Clarisse is unusually cooperative today, but competent as always, and whenever someone’s weapon breaks or they lose their team she just barks at them to go find you. You, the smartest person in Ares, who can mend a weapon with nothing but blades of grass and determination. Luke is pretty sure your cabin would be lost without you. He wonders if you know.

The groove of the game has fully enthralled him. He’s alert, his wrist nimble, his sword a living, breathing part of him. There’s almost nothing that can take him out of his victory path until he hears one of the younger campers tell Clarisse he can’t find you anymore.

Whatever nincompoop he’s dealing with is left groaning on the floor. “What?” He barks, hand flexing around his sword. “Where is she?”

“Probably just moved,” Clarisse grunts as she kicks back an opposing camper. “She knows where everything is. Maybe she’s—oof—safer.”

“But how am I supposed to fix my spear?” The kid frowns.

Luke runs his tongue along the roof of his mouth, dry and laden with salt. He told you to stay close. Where would you go? “I’ll find her,” he decides, already sheathing his sword to walk towards the trees.

“Luke—”

“I’ll find her!”

He barely pays attention to the calamity going on around him. With a flick of his wrist he knows he can take out any person he wants. The second he gets to the trees, where the air is cooler, it’s startling how much quieter it is. No wonder this is your preferred hiding spot.

He thanks the quiet a thousand times over because if it had been any louder he wouldn’t have heard you scream.

It’s so short it’s almost indiscernible, but he knows it’s you based on how his body movies before his brain does. It snaps something in him, the adrenaline transformed into something acerbic, determined.

“Don’t fucking scream again.” A cluster of boys are stationed around you. You’re leaning back in the dirt. You barely feel the earth sticking to your skin. Just your heart jostling madly, your fingertips shaking in the ground beside you. “Okay, I won’t, just put the sword down—”

The snarling Aphrodite boy from last night takes a swing at you, and you scramble back just enough to avoid it. “No can do, doll.” His face is twisted with rage. The lackeys he had when you told him off are there too, cornering you against a cluster of trees like you’re some caged animal. There’s a dagger clenched in one of your dirt-ridden fists but you know it won’t do you any good. You can’t fight; you don’t have it in you. But these boys do. And they’re angry.

“Tell me where the flag is,” he orders. The tip of his blade comes under your chin, fogging up with the labours of your breath, your head pressed against the trunk of a tree.

You stutter, “You’re not—You’re not supposed to threaten like this—”

“You embarrassed me in front of all those people yesterday,” he cuts you off. “Thinking you’re so fucking smart. I didn’t even say anything that big a deal but you run your mouth to the entire camp and make me look like the idiot. I thought you were nice.”

The words are laced with poison. You know from the wild look in his eyes that this isn’t about the flag at all.

Tears sting your eyes and the sword grazes your throat. Of course this is happening to you. The one time you feel your father’s rage, when you exemplify the thing you’re told to be, you are punished.

You are never going to be the right kind of daughter.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” you try to say it evenly, but your breath is so ragged it’s barely audible. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said all that.” You mean it, but they won’t care.

The boy’s face looks pleased at your tears. It makes you inexorably ashamed. “Some fucking Ares kid,” he snorts. “Can’t even fight, can you? Can’t even pretend to.” His sword leaves your throat and travels up to your quivering jaw. You’re wordless, white-knuckling the dagger at your side, praying that Luke is somewhere nearby.

“No wonder they stash you back here. You’re useless.” His eyes scan every part of you, and the idea of him knowing what you look like forever is so revolting it makes you want to vanish. “Too bad you’re alone, though. Nobody’s gonna know I was here because nobody’s gonna hear you.”

Your eyes get wide, and something in your mind rumbles through you like an engine. An urge buried in your blood.

Your dagger tears into his leg just as his sword dashes your arm. The pain is sharp, stinging, but the boy winces and you know you hurt him too. It gives you just enough time to roll out of the way as he lurches forward. “The fuck is wrong with you?” He swears.

Blood drips onto your shorts, splotched with tears. You know you can’t go anywhere because his friends are here and you’re almost certain you’ll be maimed, but you tried. At least you tried.

The Aphrodite boy picks his sword back up, stalks towards you, and then freezes.

Because Luke has just spotted you. And he’s spotted the boy that has you on the ground.

And he’s the best fucking swordsman Camp Half-Blood has seen in three hundred years.

“If you don’t get away from her right now I’m putting this through your skull.” He emerges from the foliage, his sword raised, sweat dripping down his face. You have never seen anyone look angrier. He has never felt angrier.

The boy blanches, and Luke sees how easily his lapdog friends shrink in his presence. Good.

“Woah, easy,” the boy holds his hands up in mock surrender and tries to flash a smile but it’s just fucking pathetic. His arms are shaking and his throat bobs about a million times. “We’re just playing the game.”

“Like hell you are,” Luke spits. “You gang up on my girlfriend and you expect me to believe this is fair play? Want me to tie you all together and push one of you off a cliff to keep the spirit going?”

“Didn’t know she was yours,” the boy tries to shrug but again, it’s a miserable attempt that only makes Luke feel stronger.

“Not that it matters but yes, you do,” Luke chuckles thickly. “I beat your ass in sword training last week. You know exactly who I am. And I’m sure you know who you are, so it’s obvious you’re playing out of your league here.”

Out of the corner of his eye he sees you still cowering, blood dribbling down your arm. He wants to tear the world apart. “Apologize and maybe I don’t send you to the infirmary.”

“We just want the flag, man,” the boy swallows.

“And I want your head on a stick. Want to see who gets what first?”

It’s too provocative an insult for a moron like this to ignore, so soon Luke has the pleasure of disarming five bitter boys that have clearly never been good at a single thing in their life. He tears through them like sheets of paper, knocking them to the dirt, ripping their clothes. He thinks of you, just you, your honest heart and patient hands, and it’s enough to fuel him for a millennia.

The last boy, the leader, is at Luke’s mercy, and he has none to give. The flat of Luke’s blade is pressed horizontally against the boy’s neck, an angering similarity to the position he had you in earlier. “If you ever do this again, I’m going to kill you.”

“You’re—fucking—crazy—” The boy wheezes, the length of the blade squeezing his throat against a tree trunk. “I’ll—I‘ll tell Chiron.”

Luke has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep him from doing something he regrets. “Oh yeah? You want me to tell Chiron how you harassed and terrorised a girl in the middle of the forest all in the name of play? Want me to tell him what you said to her last night at the campfire? Because I’m sure it won’t take much for him to get rid of your ugly face as it is, and I’m a camp counsellor.”

He knows it’s not the most morally correct use of his title. He knows he might be stepping over the line. But he also knows you’re always being ignored or trampled over and he’s tired of pretending like he doesn’t give a damn. He’s tired of people trying to force you into something you’re not. Of you crying in his bed at night because they’re trying to drag a violence out of you that isn’t there. Always in the name of fucking play.

Luke takes the sword off the boy’s neck and shoves him backwards. His calf is bleeding, not a deep wound, but a wound nonetheless, and Luke is full of pride when he realizes you did that. The boy’s bad leg makes him wobble and fall at the force of the push. Luke enjoys watching the scramble. “I—I was just trying to be nice, it’s not my fault she took it the wrong way!” The boy flails his hands in the air, rising to his feet again, and Luke shoves him down twice as hard. A piece of his shirt tears off in Luke’s hand.

“You’ve gotta stop talking or I really am going to kill you,” he seethes. “Don’t touch her ever again. Go.”

Luke is sure he looks homicidal right now because the guy finally tumbles his way down the hill. His body fades into the distance, swallowed up by shrubbery and sweat.

The second he’s gone Luke tosses his sword and armour and gets back to you. “Shit,” he mutters, kneeling down. You’re still shaking, your head in your arms, and all his hatred morphs into a love so desperate it terrifies him. “Angel, come here. Let me see.” He lifts your face with his hands and scans you rapidly. “Did he hurt you anywhere else? Anywhere?”

“Just my arm,” you whimper. “My arm.”

He knows it’s not the cut that’s hurting you; it’s long, but thin, and it’s not bleeding too thickly. He takes the cloth from the Aphrodite boy’s shirt and wraps it around your arm, knotting it at the end. “All right, that should be better.”

You look at him with watery eyes, and he knows all you need is for him to hold you. He folds you in his arms and leans against a stump. You can’t get close to him fast enough. The tip of your nose buries itself in his neck and he feels the dampness of your cheeks on his skin. “It’s okay, sweetheart, you’re safe,” he soothes, pressing a kiss to your hair. “I’m so sorry.”

Guilt swaths over him for a brief moment; he wonders if he shouldn’t have done all that, if he should’ve been more sensible. Then your lips form a ‘thank you’ against his skin and all is forgotten.

You feel so small. The shock is still running its course, so all you can do is cry it out. Your hands still shake when you thread your fingers through Luke’s necklace to steady them. He soothes you the best he can, running his hand along your spine, all the sharpness of his voice softened just for you. “You’re all right, angel. I’m not going anywhere.”

You stay like that for a while. The sounds of the forest return to you; leaves in the wind, birds chirping, Luke’s breath tickling your hair. You crane your head up to nuzzle your nose against the faint stubble of his jaw. “My hero,” you murmur, and feel his skin shift as he smiles.

“Couldn’t have done it without you. Saw the cut you gave him on his leg.” He kisses your temple. “I hope it gets infected.”

You giggle weakly no matter how you try smothering it in his chest. “Gods, you’re awful.”

“He deserves it! I probably should have killed him!”

“You came pretty close, didn’t you?” You mumble. Luke’s expression is wary, but you smile to yourself and it dispels everything. “I was hoping you’d come.”

“Good. Serves them right, messing with you like that. Fucking idiots.” He kisses your face again for good measure, “You sure they didn’t get you anywhere else, princess?”

You nod but you know you look wounded. You nudge into the crook of Luke’s neck again. “They … you know, it’s just … the usual stuff.” Every word weighs a pound as it comes out. Your heart feels sore.

Luke tenses again instantly. “What usual stuff?”

“Um, just—” The shame gets caught in your throat. “They all think I’m useless, Luke. Why can’t I do this right?”

You start to cry again, but he just holds you closer. Sometimes it surprises you how much patience he has. He prides himself as the harsher one between the two of you, but you don’t know who he’s fooling with the way he always knows how to comfort people.

“I don’t know what to do,” you continue, blinking back tears, “I’m not—I’m just not good at this, I don’t know why I’m in Ares, I don’t know why I can’t … be that. Why is he my father? I’m no good at being angry. I want to be angry.”

Luke’s quiet for a moment. Nothing changes except his hand rubbing circles on the nape of your neck again. Then he sighs deeply and says, “You don’t owe your father a damn thing. You don’t owe anyone anything.” He’s resolute, firm, a sharp contrast to his gentle kiss on your hairline. “You’re the smartest, most generous person I know. You need those people in battle. You’ll lose if you don’t.”

The warmth of his skin prompts you to look up at him. He looks different so often, the way he can shift between so tough and so gentle. Sometimes, like now, he’s caught in the middle, the remains of a furious sweat hardening his face, but his eyes are nothing but tender. You think it’s how you like him best.

“Besides, we’re not our parents, right? Who cares about Ares anyway?” Luke shrugs.

“Luke! Don’t say that!” your tears turn into a giggle. “The Gods might punish you!”

“I’ll handle it. There’s enough fight in me for the both of us.”

“Okay, tough guy,” you mutter with a weak smile.

You’re still sniffling. He runs his thumbs across your cheeks, and his gaze softens. “You’re an Ares kid because you are a fighter, angel. You just fight a hell of a lot smarter than the rest of us. Best one I know. Well, other than me.”

It makes you smile. “So second-best?”

“Tied for first.”

He kisses you with that stupid roguish smile. It’s salty with tears and sweat, but it mends your heart anyway. There is nowhere in the world you’d feel safer.

“I love you,” he says against your cheek. “Be as sweet as you want. If anyone has anything to say about it I’ll mess ‘em up good.” Your face warms as his voice drops to your ear, “And I know you’re an Ares kid because you’ll encourage it every time. You might not have a violent bone in your body, but you sure don’t have a problem with me using mine.”

“Diplomatically, Luke. Diplomatically.”

“Sure, sure. Whatever you want.”

You can’t help but kiss him again. You’re not entirely sure why he loves you so much, why you love him so much, but you never feel quite as secure as when you’re with him.

Cheers boom from the other side of camp. Luke’s head perks up like a dog, and you turn back to search for spots of red or blue. “Did we win?” You ask, craning your head to get a better view.

“Don’t care,” Luke says.

You look back at him. His anxious face says it all. “Yes, you do.”

“Okay yes, I do, and I need to see if those douches found our flag so I can choke them out with it.”

You laugh, standing so Luke can jog off to see the state of your team. But before he goes, he picks you up and smothers you in kisses, holding you like you’re his prize.

You are not a fighter, but your boyfriend sure is. And you’re perfectly okay with that.

#perrie’s fics #perrie’s requests #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #pjo #pjo x reader #charlie bushnell #luke castellan comfort #luke castellan x you #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan fic #luke castellan fluff #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo fic #i kind of hate this i think I’M SORRY #but some parts of it are interesting so oh well #luke castellan you are fucking crazy.

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" come on. you'll catch your death, and my umbrella's big enough for two. " - goro to slyvia maybe? :3

"H-huh...? O-oh... Um-- T-thank you, A-Akechi-senpai..." Whereas she would normally turn down such a generous offer, feeling unworthy, she couldn't find it in herself to do so. Not today.

In truth, she didn't know how it came to be this way. At first, it was just some mundane curiosity on his part: asking a fellow student about the various fads and rumors, exchanging gossip about the Phantom Thieves... Yet somehow, she must've caught his interest, because they often ran into one another and he seemed happy to engage in small talk. He seemed rather intrigued that she lived in a little bubble of her own, unaware of most fads unless they were physically impossible to escape from, such as the Phantom Thieves. Or maybe it was because she was genuinely interested and engaged whenever Akechi spoke of philosophy and corruption. Such things did fascinate her, after all, especially because she struggled to make her own opinions on things.

Or perhaps what drew him to her the most was the indeniable signs of trauma, perhaps hinting to the existence of a Shadow or, at worst, a Palace (though of course, she was unaware of the existence of such herself). There were a great many reasons Sylvia could not herself fathom as to why she had managed to capture the attention of someone as pristine and perfect as him. Of course, she could never hope to ascertain the truth for herself. She would make a horrible detective, after all.

Today, Akechi had caught her as she was leaving school, and he'd offered her his umbrella when he found she didn't bring hers, having forgotten it was going to rain. Rainy days were especially awful for her. For someone who requires electronic headphones to survive the day, rain was a bane more than a boon. That, coupled with the constant threat of thunder-- which she was deathly afraid of even indoors-- and it made her anxiety spike immensely.

Perhaps Akechi noticed it in the tenseness of her shoulders as she stared up at the sky just before he approached. How she wrung her fingers and fretted with wide eyes over having to go to the station without putting her headphones on.

She was grateful he'd saved her today. He truly was a kind person.

"Really... thank you very much, Akechi-senpai. I... probably would've hidden in the school if you hadn't come. I should really just put my umbrella in my bag from now on, so that I won't forget it..." She flinched and slapped her hands over her ears as a soft light flashed in the sky, and soft, quiet rippling of thunder followed long seconds after. She sighed at herself, hesitantly lowering her hands when the noise faded. "Pathetic, huh... A teenage girl, soon to be an adult, is scared of thunder of all things. How immature..."

#🌸 ~ persona 5 verse ~ 🌸#🌸 ~ in character ~ 🌸#🌸 ~ Goro Akechi (etherbonded) ~ 🌸#i was gonna make this soft and cute but #then i realized how bad anxiety gets when there's rain outside bc usually it means thunder's right around the corner #and sylvia gets startled by all thunder bc she's constantly bracing for the big jumpscare ones #so she hypes up her own anxiety making her fear ten times worse than it already is ^^;#so oops #since sylvia and goro have never interacted before i thought you might like it if i established the relationship just a little #if you want me to change anything lmk

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