Pretty Boys - PJO/HoO One Shots

Connor 6.0

There's been lots of love and requests for Connor recently, so yeah.

"Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go..." Your murmured hastily to yourself. You shoved the keys into the ignition of the car and slammed the door shut. As the car purred to life, you pressed the pedal down, swerving out of the lot, and speeding down the lane. Adrenaline pumped through your veins, your heart throwing itself against the cage. You could barely comprehend what had happened, and you blinked your eyes, trying to rid yourself of the images. But they still came. Your mother and younger brother lying in a pool of blood. Eyes glazed over, crimson dripping down the side of their chin. And a woman, with shockingly pale and translucent skin. Beneath her lips twisted into a smile, her fangs were bared. You turned and ran before you could see anything else.

You didn't know where you were going, but strangely, you felt something directing you, like a small tug of the gut. Soon enough, you were surrounded by a forest, car bumping against the uneven dirt road. You stared straight ahead, sure that if you moved an inch, the tears would spills. The engine sputtered, making a terrible noise, and you felt your background slow around you. You punched and thumped against the dashboard, swearing violently. You needed to keep going. You had to. A broken sob escaped your throat and you fell back against the seat. Breathing heavily now, trying to control the flow of your tears, you took out your phone. The screen remained black. You could see your family's dead bodies reflected in it. You pushed the car door open, stumbling out and retching instantly.

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you stood up shakily. As much as you wanted to lie down and wish it all away, you could feel someone watching you. The woman. You leaned against the car, shuffling towards the boot. The snapping of twigs became louder, and the leaves parted in way for the stranger. You shuffled faster. Pulling the boot open, you reached out for your bat. As your fingers grazed the cold wooden handle, somebody gripped your shoulder hard, tearing you away from the car, and throwing you back.

You yelped in alarm. You didn't realise how far the stranger had thrown you until the ache in your shoulders stopped and your vision cleared. You were too far away for the strength of the stranger, of the woman, to be human. She bared her fangs in a bemused snarl, and sneered, "I killed your family and drank their blood. The same fate shall come to you, demigod." You raised your hands defensively as she sprang forward, inhumanely fast.

A sickening crack jolted your eyes open. The woman shrieked in annoyance and pain as the bat connected with her neck, splinters of wood burying itself deep within. A boy whooped, "Ten points to Connor!", his knuckles white from gripping the bat. He turned to face you, and you could hardly believe the grin on his face. He strode over to the woman, who hissed and jumped at him, but he stepped aside in time, and again, whacked the bat at her. She felt to the ground, squinting her eyes at you, and you glared back. You didn't realise what she meant.

She leapt at you and you scurried to the side, and as she landed in a perfect pounce, you kicked her square in the face. You felt her bones crush beneath your foot. You watched as Connor, with curly brown hair and striking blue eyes, bring the bat over his shoulders and swing it down steadily. The woman jerked for the last time and she went limp. He flung his hair back and grinned at you. You couldn't believe it. He grinned after killing her, but did he know what she did to you? "That was a real nasty one. Empousai. Chick didn't back down, but you kicked her real good, didn't you?- Hey! What are you doing?"

As she laid on the ground, you climbed over her, punching her again, and again with all your might. You ignored the blood dripping down your fingers, the cuts splitting on your knuckles, the hoarse scream scratching your throat, and the pair of strong arms wrapping around your waist. You were yanked away from the woman, but your body still ached for the fight. Lusted for revenge. It was the best feeling in the world. You stopped fighting abruptly, as Connor wrapped his body around you tightly, smoothing your hair and shushing you. "I don't know what she did to you. But you need to calm down. Shhhh, shhhh. It's okay."

You felt something inside you break. You sobbed and sobbed. If you didn't blabber, you cried your family's name. He held you, not saying a word, until you went limp and closed your eyes. Refusing to believe the day's events. You must have fallen asleep, but you weren't too sure, because before you surely lost consciousness, you felt him lift you up.

"It's going to be okay."

***

(Years Later)

You shared a cabin with Connor now. Being seasoned campers and a very close couple, Chiron had allowed for the both of you to share a cabin. You were fairly sure that he shipped the both of you. You could've sworn you saw him purchasing fanarts of the both of you from a camper one day. It came with its ups and downs. Ups being cuddling anytime and being there for each other when the nightmares came. The Downs being...

"If you set off one more firework in the gods-damned cabin at 3 a.m. one more time, I will murder you in your sleep and sleep soundly after that." You snapped at Connor, who laughed in bed beside you. You rolled out of bed groggily and Connor groaned, wrapping his arms around you tenderly and pulling you back to bed.

"Stay a little longer. It's only 11." He whined. You snorted, and turned to face him. In the gentle sunlight kissing his hair delicately, he looked more handsome than ever, with his stupid bed hair and squinting eyes. You pressed a light kiss to his forehead and leapt from bed. Heading to the bathroom, you called back, "I'm going to take a shower." Connor smirked, "Is than an invitation?" You picked up a pillow on the floor and flung it at his face, heat creeping into your neck. You closed the door behind you, but could still hear his giggles.

You left the bathroom, scrunching your wet hair dry, and arrived in the tiny dining room. You noticed Connor staring and smiling at you from the counter, he looked so pretty. Hugging him from behind and burying your face in his back, you asked, "Is there a problem?"

"The problem is," He said, as he turned around in the hug. "If I started kissing you, I don't think I'll be able to stop." You blushed and pressed another peck on his lips. A wide smile split in his lips and he cleared his throat, saying, "I fixed you breakfast." You looked at the table and said, "A bowl of cereal?" He shrugged in return, "It's the only thing I can't burn." You laughed, your quick inhalations of breath cut off by his lips melting into yours. He lifted you off the floor, his hands caressing your neck gently and rubbing your back tenderly. Everything was good. You didn't know it was about to become even better.

"Take my hand." He ordered. You raised your eyebrow and stepped back cautiously, "Why?" You didn't want him to prank you. You had to keep that in mind, because everytime you forgot, he got you good. Very good.

"I'm trying to ask you to marry me, so take the damn hand!" You stopped breathing, eyes widening by the second. He took your hand in his carefully, as if dealing with a beautiful butterfly he didn't want to let go. "Will you, (y/f/n), take me, Connor Stoll, a massive prankster that in no way deserves your kind love, as your husband?" He asked. His big deep blue eyes sparkled and you breathed, "Yes."

He smiled, and that you decided, was the best feeling in the world.

<A/N> Connor needs love. You need love. Boom. Done. Comment and Vote! More love for everyone!