Koki

I still got you

Art Credit goes to Danhu with the handle Kawells00 on twitter.

Dimitri X Reader During the war

No gender implied reader

Hurt Dimitri Comfort Reader

Word count 1865

Dimitri used to be a lot of things back when the monastery wasn’t… in ruins and with only 1/4 of the original population. He was polite, chivalrous, practical, he used to be funny! Even if he wasn’t trying to be, but that version of him is gone and buried underneath all his baggage. To most, they only see Dimitri as the man he became and not who he was. Someone calls him a boar, multiple people call him a bloodthirsty man, whispers that he’s too far gone… and maybe they’re right? He’s vengeful to the highest degree. He mumbles under his breath his desires to have Edelgard’s head, he’s obsessed and deranged, he doesn’t care for the former allies he slices down in battle, he’s every trait that can be in correlation to the word spiteful. But surprisingly, you still choose to stand beside him from his choices to in battle.

He hates it. He hates how you look at him with your unwavering loyalty, how quickly you rush to cover him in battle even when it’s not needed. The man is a walking killing machine damnit, he doesn’t understand your devotion to him, dare he even say you might be in competition with his own right-handed man, Dedue. You do things even Dedue is incapable of doing. He is willing to die in battle for his highness, but he can’t find the words to encourage the others to follow Dimitri’s lead. He can only do so much to convince the prince to take care of himself. Even the professor realized she can only help from a distance.

He hears how you defend him against the dimming hopes of his comrades, how you preach the words of a false future of the real Dimitri coming back one day, to revert to his original form like he once was back in the monastery. But he also sees the look in your face whenever he lashes out at you, the way your shoulder slumps whenever he tells you it’s only a matter of time before you betray him or end up dead on the field. He’s not trying to hurt you, but he also isn’t trying to spare your feelings either. He doesn’t think of people’s feelings anymore; he thinks of bloodlust, the screams of the dead, and everything else that keeps him up at night—

A knock on his chamber doors breaks his endless thoughts. He doesn’t feel the need to open it, but persistent knocks piss him off enough to finally move. ‘What?” He opens the door with a quick yank only to see you. “Dimi—“ your face automatically scrunches up as you try to force it back to normal. “It’s been a few months since we all… reconnected, and we just HAPPENED to notice you lack taking frequent baths…” you tail off, trying to avoid his gaze. “When you DO take them, they tend to be very short…?” He crossed his arms as a horrifying second passes.

“Why have you been tasked to tell me this?” He didn’t sound embarrassed or anything; it’s like his hunger for blood removed such trivial feelings from taking place. “Well, it’s starting to… affect other people?” His singular eye narrowed; he stared so intensely you were only anticipating the wind of air from the door being slammed on your face when he let out a scoff. “And do you truly think a monster such as myself deserves to enjoy a bath while my men are out there getting murdered?” He stepped closer, his voice raising in frustration, not aimed at you but at the fact he’s not out there fighting.

“Even if you don’t think you deserve small luxuries such as these, you still need them.” Who knows the cause of his little to no protest? Was it the fact that you were the one asking? Or did he truly miss being able to feel water scrubbing away dirt and grime and not just the minimum amount of water to wash off the fresh blood after battles? Whatever it was, he met your gaze. “I’ll only get dirty again when the next battle comes.” “We can wash it off then too.” You softly reassure him before he bends and nods. “I’ll go, but wait outside as a lookout for bandits.” He… actually agreed? Being so delighted, you don’t even question his demands.

The walk to the bathhouse was a silent one. He kept his eyes ahead, not daring to look over at you or the ruined monastery around them. He missed the reactions of his classmates watching him willingly go take a bath accompanied by the sacrifice they voted on. Once you two reached the doors, he gave you a quick glance before heading in by himself.

Turning around, you wait patiently. He stripped himself clean of his dirty clothes and tossed them aside, finding no reason to treat the blood stain fabric kindly. He sat on one of the stools provided and poured water over himself. It was easy at first, but his arms quickly started to feel heavy, exhausted even. Maybe not physically, but mentally, the action of taking care of himself was more tiring than fighting whole battalions. So he sat there holding an empty bowl for god knows how long before you decided to peek your head in. “Everything okay in here?” Your eyes landed on his not even damp figure. His gaze didn’t meet yours, his head low with his body caged in itself. Every part of it screamed he was ashamed to even be in this position.

“I can’t do it…” His voice came out low and defeated. He couldn’t look at you. He was so… something, not pitiful. NEVER that he hated that word and would rather die than have it be associated with him, but… what other word was there to explain the sight in front of you? A man who lost everything, who expected the worst, who didn’t have a reason to push on, who couldn’t even bathe himself? Was there even a word for such a sight? Your body reacted before you could think, walking in and closing the door behind you.

“Can I bathe you?” You ask softly, not wanting to push new boundaries, ones that he had consent to before, but now that everything was different. “Why… would you even want to fifthly your hands touching me?” “Please? I genuinely want to. I wouldn’t be offering otherwise,” his head finally turns to face you. He wants to say no so badly, but he doesn’t even have the energy to stand up, much less actually scrub both him and his hair clean. “Do whatever you want,” he gives in, taking the bowl from his hands. You pour the hot water on his head first.

It takes another pour for his head to fully be wet. You work slowly at first, waiting for him to revoke any consent, but to your surprise, he doesn’t seem to push you away. You gently scrub at his scalp, working to remove the dirt piled up. His head leans very subtly towards your working hands in longing that he refuses to speak of, you notice you always do.

The hair on the back of his neck stands up the moment you start to run your hands through his locks, trying your best to detangle what you can without discomfort. The disappointment is clear on his face when you stop. He doesn’t say anything at first until you pour water over his chest. His back straightens instantly.

“Should I do this for you?” You ask before actually touching his chest but he doesn’t respond. Washing someones hair is one thing… but scrubbing his scar covered body? Is a different kind of intimacy one he doesn’t think he can handle ever again. Does he deserve such kindness? His mind goes through countless reasons why he shouldn’t be allowed this moment of somewhat peace when your voice cuts through it silencing it if just for a moment “You can finish the rest or we can just sto—“ No! Even if he doesn’t think he deserves to be rewarded by your touch he wants to be selfish one more time. It’s been over five long years since he felt your touch, since he felt the warmth of other people.

“Just do it” he spits out with his voice harsher than what he intended almost demanding to outsiders but you know better. Dimitri doesn’t say please anymore he doesn’t speak kindly this was the closest thing to actual vulnerability in the months since you two reconnected you got from him. You start to scrub his body starting with his chest before moving to his back. His body is scattered with battle scars in various shapes, sizes, and depth, hidden from other people.

embarrassment is a feeling he forgot he could feel in years until he saw you lower yourself to wash his legs. Had he not hid from your gaze you wouldn’t have believed it for yourself. When you finally pull away he slowly stood up along side you. There are no words exchanged he doesn’t even meet your eyes again but a slow nod is all the acknowledgment you get. You don’t push for a further reaction as he turns around grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist before leaving to get changed in new clean clothing.

Looking down you just notice you’re now dirty from cleaning him no biggie you turn around to prepare the things for your own cleaning when he came back with new clothes. He watches silently as you get new supplies “I’ll be waiting for you outside” he suddenly speaks “Are you sure? I might take a while I prefer longer baths” he crosses his arms with that defiance stance like usual “Yes, I’ll be on the lookout for bandits.” He leaves you standing with no chances of arguing back to wait outside and give you your privacy

“Bandits… in the monastery?” You finally question it more to yourself than him. true to his word he waited right outside the door until you peaked your head out. The walk back to the dormitory was quiet, just as you pass his room you expect him to come to a stop but he keeps walking. “Wait where are you going?” You ask suddenly jogging to match his pace again. “Your room is further up.” He states like it was common knowledge that he WANTED to see you make it safely back… who knows if that was his real intention of walking you to your room but you made the decision to yourself that it was.

❤︎⁠!TRYHARD!❤︎⁠

Art credit belongs to Uratamameron on twitter

Felix X Reader (Reader tries to beat Felix in a fight. Post time skip)

Gender not specified/Any

Word count 735

The monastery is a busy place no matter the time of the day, whether it be early in the morning with merchants selling goods, or midday with people chatting and walking up and down the halls or late in the afternoon having Felix hand your ass to you for the third time in a row that day.

Felix wasn’t going easy on you; he never did. It wasn’t like he wanted to be a bully or anything, but in his words, “Fools who bite off more than they chew only wind up dead in war.” Maybe this was his way of telling you to work your way up to train against him rather than having a big ego and believing you can take him on.

“Y/n, get up.” He pitched his nose in frustration. How on Sothis’s earth had you managed to get knocked on the floor? “Give me a moment… to catch my breath…” Panting, you wrapped your arms around your knees for comfort, gaining a frown from the man. With crossed arms, he looked down at you. “Sit straight; you’re blocking your oxygen intake like that.” “I know what I’m doing, Felix.” The bitter retort of your voice took him by surprise, but he masked it with a scoff.

“Don’t get mad at me because you’re weak.” “Who’s weak!?” Standing up quickly, sent a sharp pain through your already sore muscles but you shoved it off. “You.” His eyes narrowed at the new proximity of your face, but you didn’t back down, staying just as defiant as ever.

“You can’t fight a stronger enemy and expect them to go easy on you,” he pointed an accusing finger at you. “Well, I’m sorry that you’re so big and strong, and I’m so weak. Is that what you want me to say?” “What? No?” Seriously what’s with you putting words into his mouth? You have the strangest habit of twisting his words around, and it infuriates him to no end.

You’re about to say something smart again before he cuts you off, not wanting a bigger headache. “You’re not the weakest person in the monastery; at least you have that going for you, but you’re not the strongest by any means. You have the potential if you stop being so emotional.”

An awkward moment of silence passes between the two of you, and he immediately regrets speaking once your eyes light up and that goffy grin takes over your face. “Was that a compliment, Felix?” “No.” “That so was!” His eyebrows narrowed slightly as he debated on telling you to give up on any idea of him complimenting you of all people, but then again… he would rather deal with you like this than your previous reaction ... “Call it what you want, but stop looking at me like that. It frightens me.” He looks away to avoid your intense stare.

Your newfound confidence from Felix’s compliment is overwhelming. Grabbing his hands, you look up at him with a spark in your eyes, the same one you had when you walked into the sparring room three matches ago. “I swear that one day I will beat you, no matter how long it takes me.” Your grin meets a smirk of his own. “You sound like my younger self. I always wanted to beat my older brother in a sword fight… damn fool died before I got the chance…” he admitted with a annoyed look.

“Don’t go dying on me before I get the chance to beat you, okay?” “You better not die before you complete your new mission too, or I’ll be annoyed.” He looked down at your hands still interlinked and he quickly pulled his hands back. “No more sappy emotional stuff. I’m going to throw up. Pick up your sword.”

“You know, Felix… I’m not in the mood to fight you right now.” “What? Why?” His annoyance sounded almost like a whine. “I’m suddenly in the mood for some sweets. Care to join me?” You asked innocently, knowing his clear distaste of dessert, his nose crinkled. “No.” “Please? You don’t have to eat any. We can have tea too. I just want your company.” The pleading look in your eyes made him feel uncomfortable. “Fine...” “Great! Let’s go.” You grab his hand and lead him out of the training room. “Ugh, hand holding seriously?”

Percy Jackson Olympics

Percy Jackson

Moon, Earth, Sun (Percy Jackson, Angst

Moon, Earth, Sun Part II (Percy Jackson, Angst

For your safety (Percy Jackson, Angst

Aquarium Data! (Percy Jackson, Fluff

(All of these are buns and in my old format!)

Fire Emblem Three Houses

Claude Von Riegan

Bedtime stories (F!Byleth X Claude, Fluff

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd

Late Night Conversations (Dimitri X Reader, Hurt/Comfort

I still got you (Dimitri X Reader, Hurt/comfort

Felix Fraldarius

Late Night Conversations

Art credit belongs to Majunjuu on twitter

Sleep-Deprived Dimitri x GN!Reader
Hurt Character / Comfort Reader
(Pre-Time Skip)

The Officers Academy is stressful enough on your average student. The workload is hard enough by itself you have to study day in and night out to even get a passing grade. Not to mention risking your life once a month minimum because your class got assigned on some mission by Lady Rhea—or worse, your professor gets bored of her endless fishing and starts looking for a fight. Nevertheless, the academy is stressful. But just like how every action has an equal and opposite reaction, the positive actually outweighs the negatives in this situation. How so? Because of the relationships. There are so many people all different and alike in endless possibilities: the knights, the professors, the nobles, the commoners and of course, the kingdom prince, the empire princess, and the alliance duke. All of those individuals made life in Garreg Mach worth all the struggle, but in particular, a blonde-haired boy seemed to stick out to you the most.

Dimitri was an interesting one. You could never quite place your finger on him. He was an actor of sorts… it unease you. Dimitri was able to laugh alongside others, but it felt forced? No, not forced… more like… he wasn’t there all the way?You tried bringing it up with your fellow Blue Lions, but were met with some kind of half-hearted response:

“His Highness has always been like that.”
“Maybe His Highness is tired after training?”Whatever the cause of Dimitri’s odd behavior that somehow gets excused by most, it wasn’t going to get excused by you. You were going to get to the bottom of it. Maybe that’s why you and him got so close in the first place. But no matter how it happened the two of you became inseparable. And now here he was, at 2 a.m., knocking on your door, waking you up from your peaceful sleep.

You were in bed when a knock disrupted your rest. Now, if this was the first time this happened, you would’ve probably covered your ears and gone back to sleep—but this was such a common occurrence, you already knew the face of the person standing outside your door.

Your legs touched the floor as a yawn escaped your mouth. A small, muttered, “Coming…” came out as you stretched your arms over your head and made your way to the door. The cold night’s breeze fell in and filled your room as you opened the door. Just as expected, a tall blonde male with a small sheepish smile could be seen waiting there.

“Ah, you were already asleep. I didn’t mean to disturb you,” he spoke softly, as not to overwhelm your still-sleepy senses. “No, no, it’s fine… what do you need?” You always knew the answer. It’s always the same one every time he comes knocking. “I couldn’t sleep…” Humming softly, you stepped aside. “Come in…”

“Thank you again, truly… you don’t know how much this means to me.” He looked around your room like usual, taking in all your little charms that made the space really yours. Sure, you had some items he found somewhat ridiculous, but he never flat-out said anything about them. “Anytime,”
your voice still had that tired edge to it as you sat down on the bed, motioning for him to sit as well.

“What’s on your mind, Your Highness?” “Must you always be so keen with formals? I already said to call me Dimitri…” He shook his head, not liking the title being used by his fellow peers. “But… I couldn’t sleep— the voices of the dead are louder than ever at this time…” The voices Dimitri spoke of only to you were the ones of all who had died. Whether they passed in the incident of Duscur or in battle by Dimitri’s own hand, they all yelled out to him, tormenting him. Telling him it wasn’t fair for him to live. They begged for revenge. Father. His stepmother. Glenn. And many more endless souls all cried to him daily, both day and night. Dimitri’s torment had no end.

You let out a soft sigh. He was scared. He tried not to show it, but his eyes were distant, his body language closed off. Every now and then, a small tremble would become noticeable. “Hey, it’s alright, I promise. You can stay here if you like?”The offer came out faster than you could even process your own words. Normally, you would just chat with him for hours on end and, well, he would go back to his own room and do whatever he does in there. But here you were, offering him to sleep in your room. “It’s alright, I wouldn’t want to be a bother.” Well, now you had to go all the way in.

“No! It’s fine, really, I assure you! You wouldn’t be a burden at all.” “Do you really mean it?”

No.

“Of course I do!” He offered you a soft, genuine smile a rare one coming from him. It made your heart flutter a bit, but you pushed that thought aside. You’re just friends and nothing more. You suddenly spoke up. “You can take the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor.” “Huh? No, you can’t sleep on the floor! You’ll catch a cold!” “Well, you can’t sleep on the floor either. You’re a guest.” “I guess that does put us in a rather difficult position…” He mumbled underneath his breath, trying to think of a conclusion to this particular situation. Then a thought came to your head. “We could both sleep on the bed?”

Dimitri’s face went red as his eyes widened. He stuttered out some inaudible response—you would’ve thought you had just confessed your love to him or something. His reaction was amusing, to say the least. “S-Share the bed? Are you sure?” “I don’t see why not? It’s not that big of a deal.” He shook his head to get his thoughts in focus. Sharing a bed with you, of all people, was something he would never dream to happen—much less have it become reality. “U-Uh, yes! Th-that’s fine with me, if it’s alright with you…”

And that’s how you ended up laying in your bed, next to Dimitri, who was awkwardly sitting beside you. “Sooo… are you going to lay down, or do you just sleep sitting up?” “Right…” He hesitantly laid down next to you, his body stiff as metal. He looked straight up at the ceiling, and you could tell he was holding his breath. “You okay there? “Very.” “You know I won’t bite, right?” You let out a small chuckle. “I’m well aware of that,” he replied, refusing to break his focus from your very interesting ceiling. “We’re already sharing the bed. Might as well share some of the blanket too, you know?” The blanket too? He was definitely going to have a heart attack. Although… he didn’t reject the offer. He pulled the blanket over him and very subtly shifted closer to you. “Comfortable?” you asked with a sly smile. “Yes. Thank you again. I know I probably seem ridiculous, needing to be coddled like a kid to go to sleep.”

“Don’t worry about it. This is what friends do.”Friends? Do friends really do this? After a moment of comfortable silence passed by, he suddenly spoke up again. “You know… when I’m with you, the voices I constantly live with suddenly shut up…”

What was he saying?

“I don’t know what it is about you, but… you drown out all my troubles…” His words slowly but surely got softer and softer. Maybe all the restless nights were finally taking a toll on him. You turned to look at him, and you saw his eyes slowly shutting, his blonde locks falling perfectly in place.“Goodnight.” He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. “Goodnight, Dimitri,” you replied back as your eyes started to feel heavy too.

Sometime in the night, his head came to rest against your chest, as if he was listening to your heartbeat in his sleep. His hands made their way around your waist.

Of course, you weren’t complaining.

Art by Kkiaikk_07 on twitter

"A bedtime story"

Claude X F! Byleth!

The war was finally over. After years, what felt like a never ending nightmare ended. Nemesis was killed yet again—this time, for good. It was a bittersweet moment, to say the least.

Many were lost on the road here, and many will be forgotten. People died on all sides; even the innocent were killed.

This was and will be the prime example of war for the years to come. The Empire, the Kingdom, and the Alliance all fought for five long years, and it's hard to swallow the fact that they were all friends not long ago.

They ate together in the church that turned them into this. They walked and trained together in the same cult disguised as a holy temple that held them together.

No one was better than another. You could've been a commoner or a noble, with or without a crest, and you were treated the same, because, at the end of the day, you were all just teens.

The butterfly effect where one option can change the future it sounds utterly ridiculous to imagine. A simple change can alter the fate of hundreds, but it happened.

Edelgard, Dimitri, and Claude were being chased by bandits when they came across a group of mercenaries—none other than Byleth and Jeralt. They begged for help, and the mercenaries complied, not being ones to back down in fear.

Byleth struck the bandits effortlessly, and everything was fine until an axe was thrown at Edelgard. Without a moment’s hesitation, Byleth ran in front of her. As time froze, she realized she would’ve been ripped to shreds, saving an innocent girl whose name she didn’t even know.

A goddess was on her side and pushed back the hands of time to just before the axe was thrown. Byleth, having just seen the future and its outcomes, charged again, fully prepared to block, and she did. She saved Edelgard without the cost of her life.

And with that brave act of strength, Byleth became a professor at the church, and her father returned to his role as captain.

They had mock battles, laughed together, and Byleth loved teaching. In fact, her students made her show emotions even her own father had never seen before. But, of course, all good things come to an end.

A girl went missing. They looked for her, found her, and found another girl Byleth had never seen before, passed out together. That same girl later murdered Byleth’s father.

Byleth tried to turn back the hands of time to save her father, but it was no use; he was gone.

Now, there is more to that story, my sweetheart, but that isn’t necessarily important for now, and I’ll save it for another day.

That being said Byleth became protective of her students, wanting to hold them close, and she remembered something her father had once said: “If anything happens to me, search this room.” And that, she did.

Do you know what she found? A diary and a bag. Inside that bag was a ring with instructions to give it to someone she loved.

She held that ring close to her for years and years. And remember what I said about the war?

Byleth was teaching a boy named Claude. Claude was handsome and cunning, always with a plan—or six—and she loved him.

She and Claude were around the same age. He was annoying and a brat, but you can never help who you fall in love with, and so she did love him.

She fought by his side in all the wars. They kept each other in line—he made her loosen up, and she brought her walls down around him, and he knew that.

After the final war, she was approached by the same man she had fallen in love with. While Byleth isn’t usually one for cheesy moments or situations, she remembers that day clearly: his voice, his posture, and every single word he said.

He walked up to her. “Sorry for calling you out like this,” he said, his voice filled with vulnerability, soft-spoken. “I wanted to talk, just the two of us.”

He thanked her for all the work she’d done to get everyone here, and they talked about Fódlan and its future when…

“I’m sorry that I won’t be by your side at such an important event, but I’m certain you’ll do great.”

“You won’t be there!?” she asked.

“I must return to my homeland. As for ruling this new, unified land... well, I'll leave that to you.”

Byleth’s eyes widened at that. Or so he said later on, Claude knew what he wanted, and he kept moving toward his goals. Nothing could distract him from that, not even Byleth.

“The Fódlan blood that flows in my veins... I’ve made use of it as best I could. Now I’ve got to use my other bloodline to change my homeland for the better.”

“I have royal connections there too, insignificant as they may be. It’s time for me to struggle all over again and see what good I can do.”

Claude wanted a world that would never judge one for being different, an outsider, and he was determined to make that goal happen... he just needed to do something first.

He pulled out a silver ring with green gemstones, the color of her hair.

“I have something else to ask. Please... I hope you’ll accept this.”

“When I first saw you wield the Sword of the Creator, I wanted to use your power to my advantage.” He looked away in shame.

“I wanted to use you to make my dream of a new world come true.” His gaze slowly met hers again. “But before long, I realized what I really wanted was to see that new world... with you by my side.”

“I still feel that way, you know. I always will. That’s why I have to leave. But nothing will stop me from coming back. There’s no way I’m gonna let you go. You know that, don’t you?”

He pulled her into a hug as he thanked her.

“Thank you… for everything.”

He placed a hand on her head and played with her hair as she clung to his clothes.

“I’ll be back before you know it. We’ll only be apart for a short while. And now... I’m off to cross Fódlan’s Throat.”

He smiled at her and said the words she would hear every night since his departure.

“I love you. With everything I am. And the next time we see each other... it will be at the dawn of a whole new world. A peaceful, happy world.”

“I love you too, Claude,” she replied.

They pulled away from the hug and went their separate ways. She thought of him always and dreamed of being in his arms again, and after long years, he came back.

Completing his mission of creating a world he believed in, he returned to her, the same as ever, and ran to her, picking her up in his arms and spinning her around.

She wore the brightest smile on her face and laughed—the most emotion she’d ever shown at that point in time. She only wished her father could’ve been there to see how far his little girl had come.

And while Byleth missed her father and the many friends she lost along the way, she found peace when she saw the most perfect person on Earth for the first time.

A sweet little girl with green eyes, tan skin, and brown hair—a symbol of her love with Claude.

Byleth spoke in a soft tone to her daughter, running a hand through her five-year-old daughter’s hair.

“Mom...?” she yawned. “How do you know so much about those people?”

Byleth smiled affectionately. “That’s your dad and me.”

Her daughter gasped, struggling to keep her eyelids open. “N-No... way…” she yawned.

“You broke me because you were in my life and I will break you because I’m not in your life”

I don’t like being told what to do <3 NO HAPPY ENDINGS HERE

It had been years since Percy had talked to you, and he missed you a lot. He missed everything about you: your hair, your smile, your attitude, your personality, your laughter—everything. He was genuinely getting sick from thinking of you all the time. Nothing else went through his mind other than you, and it was embarrassing. He had pushed you away, rejected your advances to become more than friends. Normally, he could forget about you most of the day... that was until you came back to camp.

You left camp the summer Percy snapped at you, and he lost all contact with you. You blocked him on everything. So when Percy saw you again for the first time in years, it broke him. You had changed so much yet stayed the same. You were taller, more confident, stronger than before, and you looked better. You walked with confidence, knowing your worth, but your hair was the same, your attitude, personality, laughter, sarcasm—the exact same. And yet, Percy stayed the same, and that was putting it nicely. He had changed; yes, he was stronger, but he looked a mess, dark eye bags, eyes filled with regret. He missed you, and he needed you.

He couldn’t help but stare at you when you walked by or played volleyball with the other demigods, or when you shot your bow. His thoughts of you became worse. He had to talk to you, even if that meant sucking up his ego. He walked over to you, blushing at the way you were so focused on the target, nothing but determination behind your eyes. He coughed.

“Y/n…”

Your eyes widened as you quickly put down the bow, refusing to turn your eyes to the speaker.

“…” The silence was loud, too loud. It hurt your ears and his.

“Y-Y/n…” Percy was shocked. Your eyes were filled with hatred; the soft spot behind your eyes for him was gone. Your face showed no signs of entertainment.

“Make it quick, will you?”

“R-Right… sorry. Look, Y/n, I know you’re mad at me, and I think I know why.”

“You think?” You scoffed. “Still can’t take accountability, can you?”

Percy swallowed his spite. “Look, Y/n, I know you’re mad at me. I know I deserved it, but please, I miss you. I miss what we had. I miss being your friend. I’m… nothing without you. I need you!”

“Now you want me?” Your grin got bigger. “You want me! Years after you broke me? You led me on for years and broke me when I was getting too much to handle, and now you want me!?” Your voice was getting louder. “I was someone completely different for you. You’re the reason I don’t know who I am! I don’t know what my favorite drink or my favorite color is. I don’t know my likes or dislikes because I was everything you wanted!”

“I never told you to do that!?”

“You treated me like shit, Percy!” You looked up at him, tears in the corners of your eyes. “I am better without you. I am stronger, and as long as you stay out of my life, I will be bigger than you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, watch your back, Percy… I will become stronger than you… You broke me because you were in my life, and I will break you because I’m not in your life.”

Percy’s heart broke at your words. “Y-You’re kidding, right? Y-You have to be, right!? Please be!?”

“If you excuse me, I have stuff to do.” You turned around, leaving Percy standing alone. He wanted to run after you, hug you at least one more time, but he couldn’t. His feet wouldn’t move.

“Percy…?” A voice filled with betrayal said behind him. Percy turned quickly.

“Annabeth!?”

“What’s wrong with you?” She looked hurt and pissed. “You really started begging like a dog for a girl who doesn’t want you while having a girlfriend? That's pathetic. I expected better of you.”

“I didn’t mean it, I swear. I was just overwhelmed by emotions.”

“Grow up, Percy. I’m not dumb. I don’t want to be your second choice. It’s over.” The way she spat out "it’s over" sent him over the edge.

GUESS WHO LOST THE REQUEST YET AGAIN? LUCKILY I SS THEM

Requested!!

Percy X Reader Fluff!!!

My head was pounding. It was a long week with all the tests and trying to get accepted into colleges. And let me tell you, getting into college with ADHD and dyslexia is NOT for the weak.

I had stupid ELA homework. I was practically pulling out my hair. I hated ELA class; it was the WORST. I sucked at spelling, I couldn’t read. I tried so hard, but the letters would spin, do 180s, and fly off the page. I could not focus at all. I was debating burning the paper with my fire, but decided against it when I heard a buzz from my side.

My face lit up when I saw my boyfriend texted me. I threw down my pencil and opened his message. “Hey Y/n, wanna go to the new aquarima that opened?” I couldn’t help but laugh at his misspelling of aquarium, but I knew what he meant. “Yeah, I would love to?”

Nothing could cheer me up faster than my boyfriend, and even more so when it's a date. “Awesome! See you then?” “Sure, what day and time?” “Today, 1 hour?” “Wait, today?” “Yeah?” “I’m doing homework though.” “You’ll probably give up soon enough.” “Excuse me?” “See you in an hour, princess.” I couldn’t help but scoff. “Wow…” I said out loud to nobody and got up to get ready for my date. I grabbed cute yet comfortable clothes and went to take a shower, smiling that dork knew how to cheer me up anytime.

I did my hair and put on my shoes when I heard knocking at my door. I practically ran to the door and smiled when I saw the handsome boy behind it. “Hello, princess,” he gave a genuine smile. “You look amazing.”

“I’m not even dressed up?”

“You still look amazing,” he smiled and leaned down to my lips, giving me a kiss with his soft lips that had a hint of sweetness, probably from cherry coke, his all-time favorite drink.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, let me grab my keys.” I grabbed my keys and locked the door. “The aquarium is pretty big. There is a food court there too,” I mentioned as we walked towards the car.

He opened my door, smiling. “Ladies first.” Before jogging to his door, he was always going the extra mile for me. It was crazy. He held doors, made me breakfast in bed, all the cute stuff. In all honesty, I don’t know how or why I got so lucky to have him in my life, but he was genuinely one of the few things I am grateful for.

The drive there was normal. We talked about the aquarium, our schools, our home life, any crazy stuff we found on the internet. We tried to keep our other lives separate from our normal lives as much as possible, and we did a pretty good job at avoiding it most of the time.

“You know Annabeth wants to get back in touch with me,” he said at one point.

“Really?” I couldn’t help but chuckle. “As friends or does she still have a crush on you?”

“Not sure. I told her I was taken, but she seemed panicked, like something was wrong at camp.”

“We should just leave it be for now. We can check up on camp tomorrow. We are on a date tonight.”

“Right, sorry, love,” Percy sighed, rubbing my thigh.

He pulled into the parking lot and smiled softly. “We made it alive?”

“I couldn’t tell?”

“Shut it,” he laughed before jogging over to open my door.

“You know I can open my doors, right?”

“I’m just making sure you don’t slam my car doors,” he teased.

“Wow,” I nudged him and laughed. “Let's go, seaweed head.”

“Of course,” he grinned and held open the door of the aquarium entrance. It was beautiful inside. The rugs were dark blue, the walls were light blue, and all types of fishes were painted over the walls.

“Woah, that fish is pretty,” I pointed over to one of the painted fishes on the wall.

“In case you couldn’t tell, my dear Y/n, that's a painted fish, not a real one.”

“I’m not dumb!” He smiled and walked over to the cashier, who was a sweet older man in his 60s.

“Two tickets, please,” Percy requested.

“Of course, that's 28 dollars,” the cashier replied.

“Thank you,” Percy handed him the money and handed me my ticket.

“So, you like older men now?” I teased.

“All I said was thank you!” He pouted.

“Yea— Woah, that's a big shark!?” I dragged Percy along to one of the shark tanks.

“Yeah, they are meant to be big.”

“Quiet,” I rolled my eyes at his sassiness. “What would happen if you asked it to do a backflip?”

“Why would I ask it—”

“I mean, you can talk to animals, can’t you?”

“No.”

“Wow, you are boring then.”

“Oh, is that so? And what can you do, princess? Make a sword? And heat up your hands?”

“Yeah, I can. And what can you do? Fall 600 feet into an ocean?”

“Actually, yes, I can.”

“Try hard.”

“Always,” he grinned and kissed my cheek.

“Look at that one right there, it's pretty like you.”

“So you're saying I look like a fish?”

“You always have something to say, don't you?”

“Yes, I do.” I smiled and kissed his cheek.

"There is one pain, I often feel, which you will never know. It's caused by the absence of you." -Ashleigh Brilliant

Your heart was racing as you ran towards the hill. You were tripping over your own feet, stumbling all over the place. Out of breath, panting, and sweating. The other day, you were a "normal" kid, aside from having ADHD and struggling with dyslexia. You felt your feet giving out as you ran upwards to the hill—it was so close yet so far.

Tears fell down your face as you tripped. Exhausted, you couldn’t move; it hurt so much. However, you couldn’t and wouldn’t die out here. Your body was burning, feeling like fire, intensely itchy. You just wanted it to stop, to be a normal kid again.

You didn’t even know what was happening; you were running away from something that didn’t even look real. Your head couldn't wrap around what this thing chasing you was.

Barely having enough strength to move your arm forward, you managed to start crawling towards the tree where you were promised safety by your satyr, who was now gone—dead? She tried to help you but failed with whatever was after you in the beginning, each time your arm moved forward, a newfound strength filled you. It hurt so bad, but you refused to die.

Your body weak and tired, you barely muttered, "P-Please..." The tree was just out of your reach, so close, almost touching your fingertips. "P-Please..." It took everything in you to stretch far enough to touch it. "Co-Come on..." You touched it—barely managing.

Just like that, you were on the other side. "What...?" Even though you were on the other side, you felt worse, actually. Unable to move, you had used your last strength getting here. Your lungs felt so small. "Help..." You barely whispered before passing out.

A taller boy with black hair was about to head to his cabin when an uneasy feeling crept over him. "Hello, is anyone there!?" he called out. A faint whisper for help reached his ears, prompting a quick response.

Acting quickly, Percy ran to the noise. "Where are you!? Are you okay?" he shouted, but not another sound followed. Desperation crept into his voice as he pleaded, "Please say something!!!"

Sighing, he ran in a different direction to find the person. His eyes met someone on the ground, badly injured, with blood, cuts, scrapes, and bruises covering their skin. Their hair was a mess. "Oh my gods..." Percy muttered softly before crouching over them. "I got you... let's take you to the infirmary." He picked you up, keeping a strong grip on you.

He gently placed you down on the bed before calling over another person to take care of you, ensuring that help was on the way.

After what felt like a few days, you finally emerged from your sleep, groaning, "Ugh, my head is killing me." "Oh, thank the gods you're up," a soft chuckle came from your side. "Huh...?" you muttered quietly. "You were out for days," he laughed, continuing, "It reminds me of the time I passed out before. I was out for three days? I think, I don’t remember well." He smiled before picking up a spoon of pudding. "Open, please." Nodding, you opened, and he fed you at a comfortable pace without another word.

"Thank you..." you expressed your gratitude. "Don't thank me, I would do it anytime for anyone," he said in a friendly tone. His soft smile was the last thing you saw before passing out again.

When you woke up again, he was there with the same smile mixed with a smirk. "Miss me?" he teased. "No," you replied. "I missed you; it's boring having one-sided conversations with a sleeping person, you know?" he quipped, maintaining his playful demeanor.

"No one asked you to take care of me..."

"Not even a thank you?" He scoffed, smirking. "Reminds me of a stubborn girl I know."

"...Thank you for doing it anyway," you said, looking away, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Come on, I'll show you around camp, new kid. What's your name again?"

"Y/n..."

"It suits you. I'm Percy," he smiled. "I'm the son of Poseidon."

"Poseidon... God of the sea, right?"

"Clever, aren't you? And yes."

"I thought the big three weren't able to have kids after something big happened?"

"Yes, but... wait, how did you know that?" He raised a brow, intrigued by your knowledge.

"Lucky guess?"

"Uh huh... well, come on, I'll show you the cabins first!" Percy said eagerly.

And like that, you two became accustomed to each other. He showed you everything in camp, helped you learn how to fight with a sword and hand-to-hand combat. He tried to help you find your godly parent, but to no avail. You still weren’t claimed, but that was okay – you still had your friend.

You ended up sticking close to him the most, often scared to leave his side. Most of the time, he didn’t mind, offering to take you along whenever he had something to do – whether it was training or grabbing a meal in the dining hall. "Y/n, I'm gonna go train. Wanna come with?" he'd ask. Or, "Come on, let's go eat. I'm tired of training!!!" he'd whine. The two of you were close, and nothing could really change that.

Until one day, "Hey, Y/n?"

"Hm?"

"I'm gonna go train, okay?"

"Can I come with?"

"Uh, maybe not this time...?" He chuckled nervously.

"I have one-on-one training with Annabeth, and I wouldn't want you to feel left out, you know?"

Smiling, you understood.

"Have fun, Percy!"

"Thanks for understanding, Y/N," he expressed his gratitude before heading off for his training.

Over time, Percy stopped inviting you repeatedly. "Percy, I hear—"

"Sorry, not now, Y/n. I have to do something with Grover," he sighed, feeling bad. "Oh, but I just wanted to sh—"

"Can this wait for when I get back?"

"Alright... have fun," you said, feeling gloomy, but still smiled as he waved.

It reached a point where he wouldn't talk to you at all, and you found it hard to be mad at him. Understanding that he had various responsibilities and tasks to manage, you realized that he genuinely wanted to hang out with you, but circumstances seemed to pull him away.

"Hey, Percy," you walked behind him at a fast pace.

"Yes, Y/n?"

"You know how my birthday is next week?"

"Yes?"

"I was wondering if we could do something together?"

"Yeah, that's fine with me," he smiled.

"Promise?"

"I promise. I'll make time for you."

"You're the best!!!" He laughed at your reaction. "See you later, Y/n!"

Next week came, and on your birthday, you waited for hours at the place you two promised to meet. The anticipation grew as you sat there, but Percy was nowhere in sight. Just as disappointment settled in, you heard panting.

"Oh my gods! Y/n, I am so sorry! I forgot what day it was, and I was doing something, but I'm here now!" He was breathing loudly, most likely having run to get there.

"It's fine..." you rolled your eyes. "Look, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you!"

"Do you know how sick and tired I am of hearing those words, Percy?" You looked up at him, your words resonating even though you spoke in a respectful tone. "I'm sorry..." he looked down. "I just wanted to spend time with you." You looked to the side. "What were you even doing?"

"Training... and then I went to sleep..."

"Uh huh," you sighed. "Whatever. It's late; my birthday will be over in an hour." You shrugged. "Thanks for remembering at 11 pm."

"Come on, Y/n?! We can do something fun for the rest of the day–night?"

"Like what? Wait an hour for my birthday to be over?" you retorted, feeling the frustration in the air.

"I'm really sorry..."

"You say that again and again, but with no change, Percy," you shifted to the other foot. "I’m going to sleep, Percy. Sweet dreams..." you walked off to the Hermes cabin. When you looked up, you got claimed. You couldn't help but smile softly; this was the only gift you actually got today. "Pretty..." you muttered softly before heading into your newfound cabin and going to sleep.

When you woke up, you felt empty, weird. Usually, you'd want to go bother Percy right now, but you decided not to. "Not right now..." you mumbled to yourself, not wanting to see him. You got ready for the day and went to the forest. There, you felt a sudden urge, as if you were looking for something. You kept walking deeper and deeper until you reached the same place where you passed out before, the same place where Percy first found you.

You sat down there, relaxing for a moment when you heard footsteps. Your battle reflexes kicked in fast, and you pulled out your weapon, turning around and placing it on the other person's chest. "Calm down, Y/n, it's just me." Sighing, you put your weapon away. "Sorry..." you apologized, realizing it was a false alarm.

"Hey, Annabeth..."

"Y/n, I know it's not my business, but Percy has been beating himself up this whole day."

"Womp Womp, not my fault,"

"I get that you're upset, but he really cares about you... more than me," she added, expressing concern for Percy's well-being.

"More than you?" You asked, confused.

"Yes, more than me. He cares about you deeply, Y/n, more than us others. But you need to realize he is the son of the big three; he needs to have his focus on other things most of the time."

"..."

"He also has to push you away because once they know he cares for you, they'll come for you."

"For me?"

"If they can't get him, they'll get you," she looked serious. "They want to see him in pain."

"Who is they?"

"Names have power, Y/n, but once they realize you are something important to him, they will kill you," Annabeth warned.

"So, he cares for me...?" Annabeth nodded.

"And I care for him?" "Mhm."

"But I can't have him?" "Unless you want to die, Y/n..."

"I'm fine with that!"

"No, you're not! And even if you were, he wouldn't! Percy would do everything in his power to keep you away!"

"But—"

"Even if he fails to push you away, he would never forgive himself for your death!" Annabeth stressed, emphasizing the gravity of the situation.

It's been months, and you both haven't talked. You notice Percy staring at you, but the moment you wave back, he looks away. You know he likes you, and you like him too. Yet, you've accepted that this distance is for the better, even though it's painful.

THIS WAS REQUESTED BY SOMEONE BUT I COULDNT FIND THE ORIGINAL MESSAGE THANK YOU THO

”The moon needs the sun to shine but the sun couldn’t care less earth is the one who recieves all the sunlight"

Child of Zeus!!!

You've been friends with Percy for years. You two just clicked from a young age, and nothing could alter that. You were each other's complement – you on his right, he on your left. Inseparable, wherever one ventured, the other followed; an unbreakable bond that time couldn't touch.

Every time he fell sick, you cared for him despite his reluctance, cautious not to make you catch the sickness. Whenever he fought with his stepdad and needed someone to confide in, you were there. Through every bout of poor grades, you stood by him.

Since meeting Annabeth, everything went awry. Initially, he praised her intelligence and agility. But it escalated, becoming a recurring issue in where every conversation somehow revolved around her. Hanging out? "Annabeth showed me-" Your birthday? "Annabeth did the funniest thing yesterday!" Even breaking your arm was tied to Annabeth, as he exclaimed, "I think Annabeth is mad at me." The focus shifted entirely.

It has reached a point where he cancels plans with you to cater to her every need. He promised to assist you with training later in the day but had to cancel due to Annabeth's fever. Even after she reassured him she was fine, he stopped talking to you. He ignores your waves when you cross paths, always choosing Annabeth. Every new quest or important news, he rushes to tell Annabeth. In his constant pursuit of her, he overlooks the one who was there for him from the beginning.

You reached a breaking point after he forgot your birthday again. It was worse than enduring his rants about her last year. Does he even know your birthday? If you were to ask him, 'What's my birthday?' would he mistakenly say July 12th, thinking about hers?

"Why are you acting so stuck up?" he snapped at you, frustrated with your behavior.

"Why am I acting stuck up? Why are you behaving like you're better than me?"

"When did I ever start acting better than you?"

"I don't know? Maybe after you completely forgot about me!? Perhaps it was when you replaced me with someone who is just another facade of me!"

"Don't you dare disrespect Annabeth!" he shouted, his voice clear and sharp, sending shivers down your spine. He had never defended you like this before.

"Disrespect? You disrespected me. What are you talking about? After all I did for you?" You couldn't help but laugh at his demeanor. "I wasted my whole life looking after you!" Your hand gripped into a fist.

"I took care of you every time you got in a fight with your stepdad! I nursed you back to health when you were sick! I walked you home! I tried to help you get better grades. I stayed up late talking to you even if I had a big test the next day!" Your nails dug deeper into your skin as your fist clenched turning white.

"I never asked for any of that! You just wasted your own damn time!"

"I wasted my time being a good friend!?"

"I never asked you to be my friend in the first place! You just came along some random day and never left! Following me around like a lost puppy with no life!"

"I'm sorry for caring about you!!! I won't do it again!" The words hung heavy in the air, a bitter acknowledgment of the unraveling friendship.

"Good, I don't want or need you in my life!"

"I want you!" You yelled without realizing. You quickly covered your mouth, but he still heard you. Percy didn't know what to say in response to that, the pissed demeanor fading to a confused look mixed with disgust. The tension thickened as the weight of your confession lingered in the air, both of you grappling with the sudden shift in the dynamic that had defined your friendship.

"Did you honestly think I would be anything more than friends with you?"

"I don't even like you romantically!" You felt your heartbeat race as you lied.

"I want you back! You were my friend, my other side. I miss you!" You took a deep breath as you felt your lungs giving out.

"I miss listening to you rant about your day, about the girls that bullied you, about your favorite class! I miss you! I miss my friend!"

"Were you my friend or was I YOUR friend? “Was I your friend... or were you my friend?" The questions echoed, revealing.

"Look, can we just call this quits? I have training with Annabeth-"

"Annabeth this, Annabeth that! What about Y/N this and Y/N that? Huh!? What does she have that I don't? What did you see in her that you couldn't see in me after years?"

"Do you want the truth?"

"I don't... I don't know. Something about her..." His face turned a slight pink as the heat rushed to his face, thinking about her. The room filled with an awkward silence.

You couldn't help but start laughing loudly too. "Y-You don't kn-know!?" Your sentences were breaking up due to your unstoppable laughter.

"Bullshit! Y-You, I- I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ANYMORE!" You couldn't take it anymore. All the thoughts in your head were mashing together and mixing to the point you didn't know what to think. The room echoed with the chaotic laughter.

"Fine then! Forget me! Go, leave, go hang out with Annabeth!"

"Thank you." Percy rolled his eyes and left, leaving you standing all alone, dumbfounded.

*"I hate him! I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!"* You knew you could never hate him, but you needed to feel like you could hate him.

You watched as he walked up to Annabeth, and his mood increased right away, the same way it used to when you two would hang out. The contrast stung, emphasizing the void left.

Even if you hated her, you saw what he saw in her – she was smart, sassy, charming, strong-minded, and all the good stuff. She had nothing negative about her! He would be crazy not to be head over heels for her. Yet, you couldn't stop feeling guilty. You knew she did nothing wrong; she was always nice to you, but she was just... so UGH!?

A new pit of rage mixed into your stomach, one that grew bigger and bigger every time you saw them hanging out, laughing, or doing anything together! The conflicting emotions churned within, a storm of resentment and self-blame.

Not knowing what to do, you went back to your empty cabin, cabin 1, and grabbed everything that belonged to Percy: his hoodies, his sweatshirt, the stupid letters he would write to you when you were younger that made no sense since he had bad dyslexia, and the stupid stuffed dog he got you at the fair after struggling many times to get it. In your fit of rage, you went to grab a towel he left a long time ago and ended up hitting your side on an extra bunk bed. All the emotions you had bottled up came pouring out of nowhere; this was the final straw. Tears came down your face like crazy.

“I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE MYSELF I HATE MYSELF I HATE MYSELF I HATE MYSELF I HATE MYSELF”

Ignoring the pain in your throat, you shouted uncontrollably. Once you started yelling, you couldn't stop; your breaths became uneven, and you sounded like a distraught child crying. If you were a child, you would probably run to Percy about this too.

Without thinking, you shoved all his stuff into a box, getting ready to leave. However, the stupid bear just stared up at you from the box, a silent reminder of the shared memories.

“…”

You ended up throwing the bear onto your bed and walked off with the box in your hand, a sobbing mess. Your destination: Cabin 3, Poseidon’s cabin—the one where Percy would be.

As you were about to knock on the door, a laugh you knew all too well reached your ears. "I- I love you so much-" The words were abruptly cut off, replaced by the sound of a kiss. It took everything in you not to drop the box; a wave of sickness threatened to overwhelm you at any minute.

Without thinking, you placed the box in front of the door and banged loudly, surely startling them inside. You ran off to the side of his cabin as the door opened. "What is it, Percy?" "Just some stupid box full of my stuff," he sounded annoyed but took it inside.

Alone in camp, with your only friend turned against you and longing for the girl you wished to be, you felt stranded. The wait until you could leave weighed heavily on you.

Feeling a sense of emptiness, you stared up at the ceiling, boredom consuming you. With nothing to do or say, time passed, and as darkness enveloped the surroundings, you remained motionless. No standing, no thoughts, no appetite – just a lingering inertia as you lay there, lost in a void. Despite skipping meals, you knew the campfire was unavoidable, bound by camp rules. Summoning every ounce of strength, you reluctantly stood up, acknowledging that you would have to face them there.

Each step towards the campfire felt like a heavy burden, the weight increasing with every step. As you arrived, the sight of them together, laughing and sharing a moment, struck you. A shiver ran through her, and he offered his jacket, a familiar gesture that once belonged to you. She hesitated, blushing, but he insisted, and you witnessed the echoes of your past now shared between them.

Uncertain of what to do, you sat on the ground, drawing in the dirt with a stick you found nearby. Seeking any distraction to make time pass faster, you focused on the simple act of creating temporary patterns in the earth beneath you. It was a long 30 minutes, but you finally decided on getting up and leaving. You felt her eyes on you – her disgusting, kind gray eyes.

You went back to your cabin, laid down again, and started sobbing loudly. You hated him so much, but how you loved him! You ended up going into a depressive episode. You refused to eat for days on end, refused to train, refused to do your hair—refused to do anything other than lay down. It's been a mess outside; Zeus is fighting with Poseidon again due to this. Percy hurt you, and now the sky is fighting with the sea.