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Tauriel

A/n: this is based off of movie kurt, as I haven't read the comics

Warnings:brief mention of vomit, no beta

Word count:560

Dividers-@cafekitsune

Okay so maybe in hindsight blurting that you like Kurt to his face and then running away was not a flawless confession. But it had been so long pining after him, you were too nervous to ask him out and he just wasn’t picking up that you were into him. What were you supposed to do? 

You had known Kurt for an embarrassingly long time to have romantic feelings left unconfessed or that never went away. What you couldn’t understand was how someone could not love him, he was so sweet and energetic whilst having strong morals and being incredibly skilled in battle, not to mention how god damn pretty he was.

The thought of admitting these feelings to Kurt made you feel queasy, your lunch threatening to come up at even the idea of it. The result of your harboured feelings was a somewhat distant relationship between you and Kurt, don’t get it twisted you still got on fine and had no qualms with one another, but there was always that unspoken distance as you tried to hide your feelings.

He tried not to take it personally, repeating that you might just not be good with new people or that you’re always really busy, but it got to him a little. Maybe it was his stupid little crush he had gained after meeting you for the first time, but his insecurities skyrocketed when he imagined the reasons why you couldn’t like him, even as a friend.

After months of this continuing, of you avoiding him more and more and giving him short, quiet responses when he spoke to you, Kurt finally decided that he’d had enough. Waiting until the end of a meeting, he knew you were always last out, choosing to take your time and not fight your way out the door. As everyone began to clear out he stayed seated, only standing as you did, moving into your line of vision so you had no choice but to speak to him.

Oh fuck fuck fuck. What the hell was he doing?? Now you were alone in a room with Kurt. Oh god you were so going to mess this up and make him think you’re a total weirdo. Your movements were stiff and awkward as you walked towards the door and, subsequently, Kurt. You made yourself very interested in the patterns in the carpet as you walked, refusing to look at him.

As he watched you all he could think was, ‘are you scared of him?’, you looked like an antelope approaching a resting lion, waiting for its life to be taken at any sudden move. Please god no. You of all people couldn’t be scared of him. He’d never recover. 

When you stepped about a metre into his space, you halted, eyes still cast downwards. 

‘Look at me, please?’

He sounded so sad, so hurt. You couldn’t help the way your eyes instantly flicked up to him, a sudden wave of anxiety crashing over you his obvious distress.

‘Are you scared of me?’ 

He asked, clearly hesitant. As his wide eyes bore into your own, you knew you were screwed.

‘What? No!’

Your voice jarringly loud in the silent space.

‘Then why do you avoid me?’

His voice soft and confused.

‘I…I love you!’

He stood frozen as you pushed past him, running like a coward.

characters included: Percy Jackson, Leo Valdez, Frank Zhang and Jason Grace

wc: 1k

Percy is the type to tease you to hide his feelings. Giving you every possible nickname he can come up with to address you, you actually considered for a while that he’d forgotten your name. You were proved wrong however when, in the middle of battle, a monster approached you from behind, while you were busy trying to check on an injured quest mate.

He’d screamed your name, your real name. Darting after it as you jump out of the way, with a series of slashes and jabs of Riptide the monster evaporated into dust. 

‘You gotta keep your head in the game silly girl.’

What an asshole.

‘My head is in the game fish boy, it’s called helping others-’

‘Sure whaaatever.’

Once he’d pushed you into the lake just so that he could jump after you and quote ‘save you from drowning’ (you were swimming perfectly fine) and appear heroic, lifting you out of the water and telling you how you were ‘so lucky he’s there to watch over you’

He likes to randomly ramble about the most recent comic book he read, having to stop his story every few seconds to explain who a character was, or how an event that was seemingly random to you actually changes an entire subplot of the comic book series

‘Wait who’s that again?’

‘We’ve been over this silly girl’

He’s lucky you love to listen to him yap.

Leo is the type to leave you random gifts. Little things he's welded together to resemble an interest of yours left to one of you siblings to leave on the end of your bed. Sometimes you’ll find a small invention of his that fixes a problem you’d complained about in a throw away comment days or even weeks before resting with your stuff, put in place while you were distracted training.

Despite being pretty flirty all round he’d be a little shy about his gifts, worried you wouldn’t like them or think the frequency of them were weird. 

‘Hey Leo! Did you leave this on my bed?’ 

‘Ummm maybe??’

If you were to make him a gift in return, he’d find it more romantic than any pick up line or flirty touch. You’d basically be proposing to him.

He would still, of course, use the corniest, cringeworthy pick up lines like

‘Do you like raisins? How do you feel about a date?’

And he’d be so chill about it, unless you were to flirt back, then he’d have no idea what to do next

‘I’d love a date’

‘Oh shit- well-’

He buffers like a scratched dvd. His flirting would be at such bad times though, in the middle of battle or when you’re trying to focus in the middle of a quest.

‘Focus leo’

‘Whatever you say gorgeous’

Frank is the type to act like a gentleman without even meaning to, holding out a hand to help you up a particularly large change in terrain, second guessing everything;

‘What if they think that I think that they’re incapable of handling themself- oh gods i’ve ruined everything’

So much so that when you turn to ask him a question you have to pause for a moment at the sight of this big, hulking guy sweating and mumbling to himself, looking honestly terrified of, what you assume he’s scared of at least, the mission you’re on. 

He’s the type to fuss over your comfort, as you all stop to set up camp for the night, his turn first on watch as he’d so dutifully volunteered to do. Of course he wasn’t watching you- admiring your face relaxed and free of the weight of the world which all demigods seemed to carry on their shoulders- that would be weird, he was just…checking the area behind you for monsters, yes that's it, when he saw you pull your arms around yourself tighter. Hurrying off the log he’d perched on, Frank moved to stoke the fire, building it up and shifting the burning pieces. Smiling to himself when he turns to see you, posture loosened again, the crease that was between your brow smoothed back out, the butterflies dancing to the beat of his heart making it a great challenge when it came time to swap watch shifts, having to to rouse you from your rest and fall asleep knowing you were awake and alert, sure to hear any embarrassing mumblings that might come from his mouth while he sleeps and, quite frankly, snores like a bear (i think i'm hilarious).

Jason is the type to watch out for you during battles, he knows his own strength well and wants to use it to ensure your safety. So, when you find yourself overwhelmed in battle, an unsportsmanlike ambush of 3 on 1 catching you off guard, Jason can’t help but snap his head around at your quickly exhausting yells as you attack. He’d never finished an opponent off so fast, b-lining straight for you across the crowded battlefield, helping you to take out the opposing soldiers, yelling at them for their cowardice and how they’d dishonoured their godly parents.

He’d always offer to train with you to build your skills, you could tell he was going easy on you as you pinned him down for the 3rd time that session. Holding out a hand to help him up-

‘I’m never gonna be as good as you if you keep going easy on me you know.’

Snickering to himself he took you hand-

‘You sure that’s what you really want?’

Sighing you drop your hands to your hips, tilting your head with an unimpressed scowl. Laughing he shakes his head at you, getting into a fighting position and jutting his chin at you to do the same. 

It takes about two and a half seconds for him to have you sprawled on the dirt floor, sword point at your face. Groaning you roll over, face down against your arms. 

‘You suck, Grace.’

wc: 0.7k

warnings: death of a loved one, ignoring feelings, being blamed for coping methods, self deprecating thoughts, hurt-comfort, angst with a happy ending

summary: you lose the person you love most in battle, what happens when you get accused of not caring? what will Jason think of you?

The sharp clash of sword against sword echoed the field, yells and taunts slung openly across the raging crowd of soldiers. The smell of sweat, blood and dirt weighed heavy in the air. A setting you’d become all too comfortable in from your years of conditioning and quests. 

A piercing scream was what finally broke your battle mindset, an echoing cry of sorrow that drew you back to a childhood memory you didn’t even realise you still recalled. A cold, biting feeling washed over you, leaking into your brain and clawing its way into your heart. But you couldn’t stop. Too many lives depended on you not screwing this up. Too many people relied on your commands to win this battle so something as simple as feelings had no place here, you had to stay impartial and objective. 

Taking off your helmet with a jarring thunk onto the bench registered as waves of high pitched ringing in the fuzzy haze your mind sits in. Too much had happened and there was still no time to deal with it. There were problems left to solve, the battle had gained you some ground sure, but there were still a million things left to do and you couldn’t just slack off whilst everyone else was doing their best for the camp. 

The walk to the makeshift meeting tent felt adjacent to wading through quicksand, each step met with increasing resistance, pulling you down. A sharp call of your name draws your attention, a biting tone harsh enough to break skin. A girl you knew like the back of your hand. His best friend. You like her and the two of you got along well in the time you’d known each other, but gods this couldn’t mean anything good. 

‘What is wrong with you?’

What?

‘How can you not care?!? He’s dead. He’s GONE and all you care about is winning this stupid war!!’

You hardly register the next thing she says as you run, the wind whipping your ears as the tears burn your eyes. You don’t realise the secondary voice calling after you, just needing to get away from those eyes that burned into your soul, searing your skin with unwavering hatred. 

You run as long as you can, every heave of air makes your lungs feel like they’ve been filled with molten lava. Legs like tubes of jelly steps becoming wobbly and wavering as you try to steady yourself, before you give up and settle on a moss covered log, closing your eyes to allow the pounding of your heart to subside.

You couldn’t hide from the reality of your situation anymore, the person you care about most in the world is gone and he’s never coming back. 

The sound of footfalls against the forest floor make you crack one of your eyes open, a heart clenching drought of anxiety washes over you at the thought of her having followed you to dish out more accusations. Relief loosens your muscles at the sight of Jason Grace, a camper much more experienced than you at leading, you’d looked up to him, aspired to be him. What must he think of you now?

‘Am I a bad person?’

Your voice trembles embarrassingly as you ask. A beat of silence follows, too short for the doubt that festers in your gut. It’s not fair really, you’d barely given him a chance to respond. But you just keep talking.

‘I care. I REALLY care, more than anything. But…people were depending on me, I couldn’t just break down, the gods know how much I wanted to. I feel like I’m being torn apart and rebuilt with missing pieces every second I think about him. I just-’

A sob wracks through your body, your hand cupping your mouth as you double over and let the tears flow. A strong arm wraps around you, hand splayed across your shoulder blade, fingers curling around your arm, tugging you up and into his chest. Your hands find purchase in his purple camp shirt, crinkling it where they clench, his other hand coming to press gently to the back of your head, pushing it into his shoulder. 

‘You, brave girl, are not a bad person. You’re carrying the weight of a leader on your shoulders. It's a wonder you’ve held it together this long. Take all the time you need, alright? We’ll go back there together, if she can’t see how much you care, then she doesn’t know you at all.’

You push yourself further into his warmth, not yet ready to leave the blanket of safety he’d seemed to wrap you in.  

Word Count:598

Warnings:Reader is jealous of Annabeth and Percy being together, pining, clueless reader, poly!relationship, more pining, no beta

Summary: You've had a crush on Percy and Annabeth for years and you know it'll never go anywhere, so you go for a walk to clear your mind

A/n: Readers godly parent is never specified, reader is gender neutral, this is entirely self indulgent, book Percy and Annabeth

pic creds: @mallowsweetmiri divider creds: @saradika-graphics

Why couldn’t they just stay away from you? Somewhere that you didn’t have to see them, did they really want to just flaunt their perfect-ness? Were they trying to torture you? Because if so, it was working.

Let’s backtrack a little, you had known Percy for a while, certainly not as long as he’s been at camp and clearly not as long as he’d known Annabeth. Why did she have to be so smart? She was absolutely gorgeous and to top it off she was confident and pretty much exactly what you picture Percy's type to be.

You shouldn’t feel this way. You know you shouldn’t. Annabeth had been nothing but nice to you in your time at camp and you’d like to think she remembered you as more than just a random camper. So why on Pan's green earth did you want to throw up every time you saw them together(which was basically always)?

It’s a little hard to pinpoint exactly when you started to crush on the couple, but to be realistic it was probably the moment you laid eyes on them. Fresh to camp half blood, and honestly a little old for having just found out you were a demigod. You were scared and had no idea what was happening, some of the Hermes kids were showing you around camp, and that's when you saw them. Arguing as usual. But by the gods they looked so gorgeous.

They were so popular and what were you? You were a semi new kid, you had a few friends, mostly those from your cabin. You weren’t the child of the big three, you were strong but not the strongest. You were smart but you were nowhere near the smartest in the camp.

You were just average.

You weren’t even friends with them, technically. You’d had a total of 5 conversations with them over the years you’d been at camp. Most of your feelings towards them were from watching them from a distance in a totally non creepy way.

But that was all it would be. A longing crush that would never be more than just that. A fantasy.

By the gods you wished to be looked at the way that they looked at each other. You wished to lean on his shoulder like she did. You wished to hold her hand the way that he did.  

Your cabin mates whispered, concerned as you laid face down into your pillow on your bunk. You decided to stop freaking them out and go for a walk in the forest. 

The soft crunch of the leaves under your feet and the soft chattering of the forest nymphs calmed you down some, and you’d almost forgotten about your situation. Almost. 

It was then that a muffled conversation reached your ears and the closer you got, the more you felt drawn to the sound. Peeking out from behind a tree, you see them, nestled together on a fallen log discussing something that sounded important and private based on the way they were whispering.

‘I know seaweed-brain but we have to think this through, it's a delicate situation, and sometimes…you come across a little strong. I know you mean well but we can’t have you scaring them off’

In a rushed attempt to give them their privacy, you stepped back on a stick, the sound echoing painfully loud in the peaceful quiet of the forest.

The fates obviously had it out for you.

Before you could turn and run away, you heard them call out.

‘Hello? Reader? is that you?’