HEALING TOUCH ™

♢ ━ ❝ instead of crying when born your voice sounded like the songs of angels. she swore to protect you when she realized that you were a perfect mix of both of your parents. you were hidden from the truth, but relished in your talents. ❞ son of apollo. demigod oc.

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ragtagrunaways.

“You should really have learned by now that there’s pretty much always some kind of party going on, Harp. Wouldn’t be me if there wasn’t.” Jeremy tone was light, even as he reclined back in his seat, legs propped up in front of him. “What were you after, then? If it wasn’t a good time, not sure what else you could need from me.”

“Don’t remind me, because this is clearly why I wanted to be partnered up with someone else. Apparently though we’re supposed to follow orders by the book around here.” Jeremy never seemed to follow orders though. There was a new party going on every single weekend and Harper had a whole pile of invitations stacked up. He just groaned slightly as he narrowed his eyes over at the other man. “Our job, I just remembered. We’re the ones that have to secure the barrier tonight and keep an eye out, so please don’t get too drunk.”

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“I’m not here for a party, is that really a surprise?” Harper rose his eyebrows slightly as he looked at Jeremy. He crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head slightly, almost forgetting why he was there all together. 

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Text 》the past.

Porter: That's not it at all, Harper. You know I don't want to hurt anyone. Especially Maddox. Or You.

Porter: No, I'm not going to lie to him. I would never lie to him. But how do you tell a 5 year old you're participating in fights that no one even knows about? It's pretty illegal, actually. But I don't know what else to do, Harper. The gym isn't getting as much business.

Porter: Well I wasn't. I still fucking love you. I will always love you, even if you walked away from this.

Harper: I know you don't mean to hurt anyone, you have good intentions, but what you're doing is still toxic.

Harper: So it's okay to lie to him because he's too young to know the truth? Look if you need help I can try and get you another job, I surprisingly have a lot of connections. I just don't think you want it. I know what it's liked to be hooked onto something, obsessed even, and that's you with fighting.

Harper: Don't you think I love you too? You have to be blind to think that I walked away because a lack of love. It's the opposite. I just didn't want to see someone I got so close to, someone I actually fell in love with, die on me and his son.

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Text 》the past.

Porter: [delayed]

Porter: Harper, I own a gym. And sure, maybe sometimes I do participate in underground fights for some extra money and just to get another taste of what I love.

Porter: But as far as Madds is concerned, I own a gym and sometimes I get hurt /training/ other people. He doesn't need to know what I do just to get him a great birthday gift.

Porter: You knew what I was before we got together, Harper. I warned you repeatedly.

Harper: You see! You say that like it's the most casual thing in the world and shouldn't be talked about. You do it like it's not going to hurt anyone in your life.

Harper: Are you saying that he shouldn't know the entire truth then? Maybe not right now since he's so young, but what about when he grows up? Are you going to keep lying to him forever?

Harper: Like I said, I was naive. i was blinded with the idea of love this whole time.

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Text 》the past.

Porter: Because he would tell me, Harper! I've talked to him about it before. It's not like I end up in the hospital. I come home with a black eye every now and then, but all he cares about is the story of how it happened, and who I am training.

Porter: If I was a quarterback and came home sometimes with a sprained ankle or broken wrist, would you say I'm a bad influence on my son? Teaching him that tackling people is good? No, I bet you wouldn't. So why is this any different?

Porter: You never stepped foot in my gym. If you did, you would have heard me - and everyone else who comes into my gym - talking to Maddox about how the fighting always stays in the ring. No matter what. I was raised the same exact way. So don't you try to insinuate that Maddox has bad influences in his life. I love my son more than anything in this entire world and the fact that you would even put my parenting in question for a brief second is startling to me.

Porter: Then so be it, Harper. I knew you wouldn't regret pulling away from me or you wouldn't have done it in the first place.

Harper: Are you sure about that? He's filled with light now, but what if he's just like that because of the excitement that comes with your job and not just because he's okay? Trust me, kids would do anything to make sure their parents aren't hurt.

Harper: I would still tell you to be more careful with your job. The only reason why I don't fully approve is because one day Maddox might not wake up with a father beside him. It's different because what you're doing is putting your life in more danger than most jobs and no kid should grow up without a father.

Harper: Why do you think that I never stepped foot into that gym? There must be a reason. I lost a dear friend in that career and I never looked at it the same way again. I'm not saying that your intentions are bad, they're good and you love your son to death, but just hear me out for a second. He may know the different between boxing and throwing punches in real life, but does he know the dangers that come with that career?

Harper: Do you think I like feeling this way? Do you think I'm skipping down the streets now that I left you? I'm not. I've just been less stressed and not on edge anymore. I'm no longer staying up passed midnight waiting for you to come home, worried sick if you actually are or if the hospital is going to call me.

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HEADCANON #01

The demigod is still afraid that he can’t fully commit in a relationship or to one person. When he was young he developed this idea of abandonment, thinking that his father left him just because he could, that it messed with him. He started to pull away in relationships whenever he was getting to close to the person. Harper didn’t want to hurt them in the long wrong if he wasn’t going to be able to commit, if he was too unstable to stay in one place for too long. While he still has those same fears, he’s trying to work on himself so that he won’t be too closed off to letting people in.

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Text 》the past.

Porter: I train fighters, Harper. Not once was he ever sad when I came home with a black eye or a split lip. His first question was who punched me that day.

Porter: Are you saying I'm not a good influence for my son?

Porter: What was toxic, Harper? You arguing with me all the time over stupid shit? Thinking I was doing some kind of illegal fighting? Or maybe it was when you started to pull away from me, and even Maddox?

Harper: He's young, he's not going to be sad. You're going to be his hero no matter what, but how do you know that what you do doesn't hurt him?

Harper: I'm just saying children tend to repeat the behaviors and actions of their parents, so please be careful.

Harper: That's it right there! The only reason I started arguing with you was because you thought it was stupid shit. You never seemed to care. If you weren't illegally fighting then how do you explain all of those late nights? Pulling away from Maddox was one of my worst mistakes, but I don't know if I can say the same about pulling away from you.

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Text 》the past.

Porter: What the hell does that mean? I stopped fighting before you even met me, so don't you dare try to throw that at me.

Porter: Because if he sees you, he's going to want you to stay. And we don't need that.

Porter: Last time I checked, you walked out on /me/. And Maddox.

Harper: It means that I'm not sure you ever stopped! You got random bruises and showed up hurt at times. Your son didn't deserve to see you like that. You almost broke plenty of times, almost slipped.

Harper: Oh, we don't need a good influence for your son?

Harper: I didn't want to walk out on /him/. I don't want to walk out on you. I just had no other choice. Everything was so toxic.

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Text 》the past.

Porter: Its been two weeks and you still haven't come to get your shit.

Porter: tonight is your last chance because maddox won't be here.

Porter: I can't have him seeing you again. It took two weeks just to get him to stop being upset that you left.

Harper: I've been busy with stable jobs that don't get me killed or injured, sorry.

Harper: Why can't Mads see me? You know he likes me.

Harper: I was just a fool to think that he wasn't the only good one in that house, I was naive.

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moaniisms.

Harper’s help and company was just what Ronnie needed to ease his nerves and everything that accompanied it. That included his presence. And Harper had quite the presence. He was hot as hell and Ronnie would’ve been lying to himself if he denied the attraction. But they’d only dabbled in just friendship thus far, though Ronnie hoped they could hopefully move forward just a bit. “How about we gather all the materials and then we can get it going and just start our brake? That’s what I’m looking forward to at least.”

The first thing that was on Harper’s mind was Ronnie’s biology project, that was the only thing that was important. Although he knew that he was extremely volatile in the sense that he never stuck to one thing for too long, so he wanted to get it done as quick as possible. Ronnie not only deserved his help, but he deserved his best help. “Are you really that focused on our break already? We didn’t even start anything yet.” Harp chuckled softly as he rolled his eyes, nudging the side of Ronnie’s arm. He started to walk around the house and quickly collect all of the objects and materials that they needed.

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n3ptvne.

That rings a lot of truth. Time does seem to fly so much faster when he was in the water. Maybe it was because he just didn’t think (or really care) about times passing when he was in the water. He didn’t keep track of time when his home was the deep sea, so why should he keep track of it when he’s visiting? Plus, it’s been a while since he has really enjoyed his time down there, most of the time he just makes a quick run for a snack. He speeds through the water, his tail and fins propelling him to dangerous speeds, like a cerulean torpedo.  He laps around the area a couple of times before deciding to get out of the water, his scales fade and seem to mesh down into his skin as they transform back from fin to legs. He steps out of the water and grabs his swimming trunks, mentally cursing the human need to wear clothes. 

Just as he’s adjusting the drawstring, he hears a voice talking at him. “Harper.” He repeats, not looking up at first. “That’s a dangerous way to think. I would pay better attention.” Then he looks up, oceanic irises meeting the ones across from him. Finally, he shakes his hand. “I’m Ace.”

His mother told him stories about how he used to scare her when he was younger. He used to lose himself in the water and would either want to venture out to find his favorite animal, the dolphin, or just feel free. When he was in third grade he even wrote a song about the water and ocean. The reason that he would assume was his love for the ocean was the fact that he felt free in it. Then again Harper got lost in a lot of things, which was dangerous. Whenever he found a new instrument to play or a new tune to play to he was lost. Whenever he found a new subject for his stories he was lost for hours on hours writing about it. That was why he wasn’t going to blame the male for suddenly appearing on the beach. Even if they were in a cafe within the city Harper probably wouldn’t have noticed him.

“I’ve tried paying better attention, but it just doesn’t work for me that well. I guess it’s a part of me to doze off a bit.” The daydreamer shrugged slightly as he cocked his head to the side, gazing into the man’s blue hues. Harper had to shake his head a bit because he was getting lost in the blonde’s eyes, shaking the man’s hand firmly. “Pleasure to meet you Ace. Are you always out here by the beach?”

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moaniisms.

“Biology,” Ronnie explained to the other with a smile. Ronnie was grateful for the help with the subject, especially considering he sucked at everything involving science. “Thanks, Harper. We can take a brake from this after we get started and do something more fun if you’re up for it,” Ronnie explained with a shrug and smirk.

Volunteering at a hospital gave Harper a lot of advantages when it came to biology. Whenever he had a question he had a whole staff of doctors, residents, and nurses to help him out. Hearing the other’s comment he smiled slightly, shrugging his shoulders. “Don’t worry about it, I’m just glad that I could lend a helping hand.” A part of him was wondering if something more fun was a bit subjective, but he didn’t pay too much mind to it. “Now, where do you want to start?”

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“What class is this for again?” Harper rose his eyebrows as he looked over at the other male. He had offered to help with a school project but he realized that he didn’t even know what it was about. For all that he knew, the demigod could have signed a contract to walk naked through the city and he had no idea. “As long as I’m helping you, you know that I’ll do anything. Just let me know beforehand.” Harper was just glad that they had managed to stay friends for so long, he was glad to have the other in his life.

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Harper had thought that he was alone in the beach and quite frankly he didn’t know how long he had been there for. Whenever he was in the water time always seemed to go by so fast on land. What felt like five minutes was actually a whole hour. Maybe that was why he had been so distracted to notice that he clearly wasn’t the only one in the beach. After getting out of the water he decided to approach the other man, it wouldn’t hurt to make conversation would it? “Didn’t think anyone else was here at this time. I’m Harper, nice to meet you.” He extended his hand out slowly, running his free hand through his wet hair.

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His cheeks were a shade of deep pink, a sign that he was clearly embarrassed, and he almost didn’t even know how to react. The demigod was almost too late to save the little animal that he had found injured in the forest. Harper had thrown himself onto the ground, already tearing as he tired to heal the rabbit as fast as he could. Then the second he looked up again with a sigh of relief there was a man standing a couple of feet away from him. He cursed himself underneath his breath and let the rabbit go off into the forest, only after making sure it was fully healed. Harper stood up straight again before making eye contact with the other man, cheeks still burning with color. “I... How much of that did you see?”

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