#tlosrpg

[neverlandswriter]

"They all say that love hurts. That it would make my heart ache and make me wish that I have never loved. But I love you, and it doesn’t hurt me. I love you in all the ways that you can possibly think of, and even if you don’t love me back the same way, you don’t make my heart ache. My heart yearns for you, but it would never ache because of you.”

[neverlandswriter]

what is love? you ask yourself, and the answer that you find is, stellan vaughn.

also known as the story of how the son of mars fell in love with son of aphrodite. for cassius evander fulgora and stellan vaughn in the percy jackson universe. happy valentine’s day, annebolevn! <3

i. you see him there standing amongst the rest of the greek demigods. weak, you think. he is a son of the greek goddess of love, aphrodite. what good would he do? stellan vaughn. even the sound of his name makes you want to scoff. what a stupid name. a stupid son of the goddess of love. stupid greek. everything about him annoys you. you think that he is not worth any of your time, and that he does not deserve a place on the battlefield.

after all, you think, he is the son of aphrodite.

ii. you’ve started spending more time with him. against your will, of course, but you find yourself being around him more these days nonetheless. it’s probably just a coincidence, you try telling yourself, but there is nothing coincidental about the wicked gleam in lucius’ eyes when you realize that vaughn is going to be your sparring partner for the evening. you glare at your brother, knowing full well that he had been the one who planned things to happen this way. you told him about how vaughn annoyed you, and you should’ve known that he would pull something like this. dammit, lucius. still, you can’t not go. besides, you are certain that managing to beat vaughn in a duel would be satisfying. but you are also certain that vaughn would not be a very challenging opponent.

after all, you think, he is the son of aphrodite.

iii. it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. you hate him. but when he looks at you like that, there is something that ignites in you. and what scares you is that you know that it’s not anger. you should be angry at him. you don’t understand why you’re not, but gods, he has you pinned not just by his body, but also by his gaze. there is nothing that you find more attractive than confidence. arrogance. and vaughn’s lips are curled up in the most infuriating yet captivating smirk that you have ever seen. it makes you want to kiss the arrogance out of him. it makes you so mad that he has this effect on you. and you hate how you find it hot that he has you pinned against the wall instead of the other way around—it’s usually you who has him pinned down on the ground when you two spar. you take a deep breath, trying to get yourself together and maybe push him off, but he gives you no time for that. 

instead, with that arrogant smirk still intact, he leans up and brushes his lips against yours. you almost groan in frustration, before finally reaching for him and bringing your lips together roughly. fucking stellan vaughn. you have no idea how he could be so good at this game of seduction, but you think, after all, he is the son of aphrodite.

iv. his body flushed against yours, your hands on his hips—that starts to become a regular occurrence. you aren’t sure how that happened, but as much as you try to brush it off, you know that deep down you’re glad that it did. you hate admitting it to yourself, but you look at him and you think, he’s beautiful. the way he moans your name when you kiss his neck drives you insane. and the way he looks at you with that goddamn smirk. gods, how you love that smirk he has. it has became your favorite thing about him. he always leaves you wanting more, and oh, how that frustrates you. everything he does frustrate you. 

and with his body trapped under yours on your bed, you think, after all, he is the son of aphrodite.

v. there is no joy in slowly falling in love. it makes your heart hurt, because you’ve never been in love before, and you’re not sure of what you’re doing. heck, you’re not even sure if this is love. all you know is that this feeling is foreign and absolutely, utterly and completely terrifying. you look at him, and your heart yearns for him. it aches because of him. who ever said that falling in love is beautiful is wrong. you don’t understand the beauty of wanting for someone who might not want you back. for all you know, all stellan—somehow, along the way, he becomes stellan instead of vaughn—wants from you is for you to be just another casual fuck buddy. after all, you are not the only person that he takes to bed ( you know that he hasn’t slept with anyone else but you for a while now, but you still don’t know what that means ). 

but you are the only person who he stays with until morning, and you can’t help but think that you’re special. you can’t help but hope for it. could it be possible that he’s in love with you too? there are so many questions that you ask yourself, but alas, the answers to none of them would come.  you don’t know how to be in love. and it kills you to think that you are slowly falling in love with him. you think that you might already be in love with him, but you fall for him even more with each day. it makes you want to scream. what is love? you ask yourself, and the answer that you find is, stellan vaughn.

after all, you think, he is the son of aphrodite.

vi. you finally stopped worrying about it. you know you’re in love with him, and that you will always be in love with him. you’ve decided to stop fighting it. there is no good in fighting the feeling, for you cannot control how you feel. you learned that the difficult way, because despite your attempts on drinking it away, your heart still screams for stellan. instead, you chose to accept how you feel for him. besides, the way he looks at you makes you think that he might just love you back the same way, too. the way he falls into your arms and leans back against you and sighs softly when you wrap your arms around his waist and kiss his neck makes your heart soars. you know that it is love.

after all, you think, he is the son of aphrodite.

the future. "would you still love me if i wasn’t the son of aphrodite?" he asks you one day.

you take his chin in your hand, and make him look up at you. you meet his eyes and holds his gaze with yours. he is the son of aphrodite, but that is not why you fell in love with him. you fell in love with him, and not for the fact that he is his mother’s son. you love him for him. and you tell him that. 

you say, “i would love you no matter what.”

[fearxscape-blog]

"And even when you frustrate me, I  still  [ want  you ]  by  my  side."