Chapter Text
*Severe warning – this chapter contains detailed sexual content, reader discretion is advised.*
Percy thought that if he drowned himself in intense and varied training every evening, he would be able to distract himself from the whispers that had surrounded him lately from all directions at camp.
He thought that if he acted tougher in front of the campers, if he threw himself into camp duties; cleaning, exercises, and all sorts of other tasks—he could chase away the depressing thoughts and frustrations that had recently plagued him.
He believed it with all his heart and acted accordingly, but all his efforts went to waste that cursed evening when he entered Cabin Three after an especially grueling sword training session.
Percy opened the cabin door and stepped inside, stretching his shoulders back to relieve his overworked muscles. He intended to grab a cold shower before bed, but his eyes suddenly landed on a long package wrapped in dark red paper, resting calmly on his bed.
Percy narrowed his eyes at the package.
Oh no. No way.
There was no chance in the world that after all this time, that cursed god would send him a package wrapped in ugly paper and expect him to accept it with open arms. No way! Do you hear that?!
With particularly angry stomps, Percy marched to the bed and lifted the red package, only to confirm he was right. On a small note stuck to the side of the package, there were only two words written in black ink:
‘From Ares.’
“You piece of—!” Percy roared, flinging the package across the room. It hit the bluish wall with a dull thud before falling to the floor. Its red color stood out against the bright, blue-lit surroundings of Cabin Three.
Percy growled, feeling his anger build. He wanted to tear the sheets off the bed, then tear the mattress itself, but instead, he kicked the wooden chair beside his bed with all his strength. The chair rocketed toward the door, splintering into pieces with a loud crash.
How dare he?! How dare he do this to him? Percy was so furious he could feel his rage spreading through his veins, ready to explode, when suddenly the cabin door burst open, and Annabeth stormed in, her blonde hair flying in all directions.
“What. the hell. is your problem?!” she shouted, stepping over the shattered wood and jabbing a long finger into Percy’s chest.
“What’s *your* problem?! Since when do you barge in without knocking?!” Percy couldn’t hold back, glaring at her with his piercing green eyes.
“I’d knock if I thought you were sane enough to open the door like a normal person! But you just blew up all the toilets in the girls’ bathroom! What is wrong with you?!”
“I—!” Percy suddenly blushed in embarrassment, his voice catching in his throat. It had been a long time since he’d gotten so angry that he completely lost control of his powers.
“I…” he tried again.
“I’ll tell you what’s wrong,” Annabeth took a deep breath and let her arms drop to her sides. “You’ve been walking around here like an especially cranky ghost for a month. No one can talk to you, it’s a miracle if you even hear when someone calls your name. The campers can’t stop talking about how cold and tough you’ve become. You spend all day training them to the bone, and all night training yourself until *you’re* dead tired. What’s the deal? It’s just not like you!” She straightened her back to seem angry, but Percy, after years of knowing her, could see the worried spark in her stormy gray eyes.
“I’m sorry…” he said quietly, finally feeling his blood cool down. He really couldn’t think of anything else to say. Any other excuse would be too embarrassing to even discuss.
But Percy wasn’t the only one involved in this long-standing relationship with Annabeth, and she, just like him, knew exactly when her best friend was losing it completely.
“He hasn’t contacted you, not even once?” she asked gently after a brief silence.
Percy shot her a sharp look but eventually turned away, defeated. “Not even a simple message,” he replied. “The day we got back from Thrace, he just said a few sugary lines about how happy he was and how he couldn’t wait to see me again, and then he disappeared. How long has it been now? A month and a half? Two months? What’s up with him?” The dark-haired boy collapsed onto his bed in a gloomy mood, then his eyes fell on the red package on the other side of the room.
“And now this—” he gestured toward the package, staring at it intensely, as if by sheer force of will it would explode under his gaze.
“Come on!” Annabeth tried her hardest to cheer him up; she couldn’t stand his foul mood any longer, or the campers’ constant gossip about him. And she definitely didn’t want more exploding toilets at camp. “Maybe there’s a letter inside explaining why he disappeared. Give him a chance to explain!” She approached the package with an encouraging smile.
“Don’t pick that up!” Percy jumped back to his feet in anger, causing Annabeth to freeze, her fingers just inches from the red package.
“I’m not opening it! I don’t care! Do you hear me? If he can disappear for so long without saying a word, then he can show up and explain himself in person. To hell with his ugly package. I’m done with getting gifts meant to shut me up.” In a comically childish manner, the muscular demigod crossed his arms over his chest in defiance, almost making Annabeth burst into uncontrollable laughter.
“Alright, alright, calm down for Athena’s sake. You sound like one of the girls from the Aphrodite cabin. Gods, you’re giving me chills.”
Percy glared at her but knew she was right. Damn it, he really needed to pull himself together. How had he even let that absurd, arrogant god get so deep into his heart and mind that he lost control like that?
“There, I’ve calmed down,” Percy sighed in resignation, “happy?”
Annabeth finally allowed a small smile to cross her lips.
“Yes, Percy, I’m happy. You know I’m not doing this for me. I’m just worried about you.”
“I know…”
“So, if you know that, you better start pulling yourself together. I hate using the bathrooms in the main building. It always feels like the Oracle’s going to come in and start prophesying while I’m in the middle of it.”
Her last comment brought a smile to Percy’s face, which was enough to satisfy Annabeth for the moment.
“Sorry, Beth, I’ll talk to the Hephaestus campers and have them fix your toilets as soon as possible.” Percy placed an apologetic hand on her shoulder.
“It’s fine, I’ll handle it. Just let me know if anything changes.” Annabeth nodded toward the red package. Percy gave a nod in return, and she left the cabin.
Only minutes after the door had closed behind his friend’s back, Percy allowed himself to release the groan of frustration that had built up in his chest.
He dragged his feet toward the red package and, as if his body betrayed him, he picked it up from the floor.
The package was relatively wide and slightly heavy, a few things rattled as they collided with each other. The corner that hit the wall was slightly dented, and for a brief moment, something in the half-blood’s heart was crushed as the thought that he might have broken what was inside crossed his mind. But he forced himself to think that he didn’t care at all about the stupid package or the god who sent it.
He was just curious.
Yes, exactly, that’s what he was! Just curious, that’s all.
Percy peeled the red paper off the package, trying to ignore his heart pounding with excitement, and finally revealed a brown box. Inside, he saw—
“I don’t believe it… Ares, you’re such a—”
“I’m not sure you want to finish that sentence, loser.”
Percy spun sharply around, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.
“Ares,” he gasped, his voice strained as he almost immediately slammed his fist against his heart to steady his breathing. He felt so ridiculous for his uncontrollable reaction.
The god’s lips curled into an amused smile. “Did you miss me, Percy?” he asked in a low tone, almost a growl.
Percy stared at the god in silence. Frustration, longing, anger, pain, disappointment, surprise, and countless other feelings and emotions swirled in his head and heart. Finally, after an awkward moment of silence where Ares’ smile faded, Percy asked in an icy voice, “Do you find this funny, Ares?”
“Perc—” Ares could feel the chill spreading through the room.
“I asked if you find this funny, Ares,” Percy’s voice didn’t even rise, but the calm tone was far worse to Ares than if he had just yelled at him.
“Do you find it funny? That I waited and went crazy because of you for almost two months? What’s two months to you, right? Like a single day in a god’s life.”
“Percy, it’s not like th—”
“Is it so funny to you that you send me a costume of—what is this? A cat? What were you thinking? That I’d wait for you in those straps on the bed, legs spread, after you disappeared like that?!” Percy threw the package to the floor, not feeling an ounce of guilt this time. He was so angry! How could Ares act like this?! Making him feel like he was nothing more than the god’s toy after everything they had been through together.
But Percy didn’t even get the chance to open his mouth to vent some more when Ares, having completely lost his patience, crashed into him with force, knocking them both roughly onto the floor of the cabin.
“Get off me! You clumsy idiot—” Percy started to struggle against the god’s weight as the latter pinned his hands to either side of his head.
“Are you going to let me talk, or do you want to keep getting mad at me?” the god of war asked calmly.
“Keep getting mad.” Percy knew he sounded childish, but by the name of the gods, he wanted to fight Ares right now and channel all his frustration from the last two months into his fists.
“Calm down, my presence excites you.” Ares was referring to the fact that he was the god of war, and his presence naturally filled mortals and various creatures with a fighting spirit, but Percy interpreted it as the god bragging about knowing how desperately the dark-haired half-blood had missed him.
“You’re so full of yourself!” Percy’s blood boiled in his veins, and before he even thought twice, his leg shot up in a kick straight to the god’s groin. Ares recoiled with a roar of pain.
“Have you lost your mind?!” Ares clutched the sensitive area, glaring at Percy with a look that grew more and more terrifying by the second.
Maybe it was the fact that Ares was the arrogant god of war, now clutching his groin in pain, but Percy finally felt his fighting spirit start to fade.
He got up from the floor and said in a dry tone, “Now you can talk.”
Ares narrowed his eyes in anger, rising to his feet as well.
He had missed Percy like crazy, that was the truth. And it was also the reason he didn’t reduce the half-blood to ashes for kicking him in such a humiliating way.
“This isn’t how I imagined our reunion.” The god said sincerely, and something in Percy’s heart tightened.
“Why did you disappear for so long without saying anything?” he quietly asked the question that had haunted him for two whole months.
“Because I had to. I don’t know if you’ll believe me, but I had to. Our relationship isn’t well-liked. I know your father gave us his blessing a long time ago, but he’s already gone back on it a few times. The other gods saw the small conflict between us as an opportunity, and life on Olympus became challenging even for me. I had to prove to them that I’m serious, that I’m strong. I had to dedicate myself, even if it meant delaying the next time I’d see you, day after day… But now I’m here. And even if in the future I disappear for similar periods, please trust that I’ll come back.” Ares finished his speech, his large hands already cupping Percy’s face.
They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, drinking in each other’s presence with longing, and then Percy spoke.
“I won’t be ready to keep going like this then,” he said quietly.
“I understand that you have your commitments as a god, and I don’t know how much is my place to interfere with them, but at least write. Keep me updated on what’s happening with you, and don’t disappear for such long periods thinking I’ll always believe you’ll come back. One day, I might stop believing.” Percy didn’t even believe the last sentence himself. No matter how much he tried to imagine it, he couldn’t even think of the possibility that he could forget the god, no matter how long he waited for him, and just move on.
And Ares knew it.
He knew it, and a mischievous smile tugged at his lips as he pressed a soft kiss to the half-blood’s lips.
“Deal,” he said in his low voice, his passion and longing for his half-blood beginning to fill him again. But just before Percy could give in to months of burning frustration, an idea crossed his mind.
“We haven’t made a deal yet, not entirely,” he said.
Ares, whose hands had started to slide down Percy’s back, froze in place and arched a brow in question, casting a suspicious glance at the younger man.
“What more do I need to do to make peace with you, sea boy? Wasn’t a kick to the groin, a heartfelt confession, and a promise to keep you updated enough for you? You’re getting greedy.”
“And I think it’s well deserved. Except maybe the kick—that you earned. I’ll forgive you this time, Ares, really, from the bottom of my heart. But on one last condition—” Percy took a short breath.
“Speak already, I’m losing my patience.” Ares tightened his grip on the half-blood, pulling him closer.
Percy smiled fully for the first time in a while. “On the condition that you give me your last wish.”
***
“Percy… wake up.”
The black-haired demigod turned onto his other side, burying his face in the wide chest of the god lying beside him.
“Just a few more minutes…” he groaned softly.
Ares smiled, his hand reaching out to play with his lover’s tousled hair.
“A few minutes!” Percy laughed, half-chuckling, as the god began planting tiny kisses on his face, neck, and chest.
The demigod’s eyes barely opened, and his hands grasped Ares’ head, which had already started to hover above him.
“Enough. I’m getting up.” He said with a half-smile.
The night they had spent was perfect.
After they had made up at camp, Ares took Percy to a huge penthouse in one of the tallest buildings in New York that he owned. After a late and indulgent dinner that included wine, nectar, and meats, and was served to them especially, Ares took Percy, both a bit drunk, to the giant bed piled with soft feather pillows and covered in cool white sheets that enveloped them in softness as they lay down.
Waking up that morning after two months of worry was harder than a long sword training, and Ares didn’t make it any easier with the rain of kisses he showered on the demigod.
Percy pulled the god closer, letting him envelop him in a warm embrace from all sides.
They were both naked, and Ares’ sculpted, heavy body pressed against Percy in every part. Percy let the god’s weight press down on him and ran his hands over his back.
“I missed you, loser.” Ares growled into Percy’s neck, kissing the delicate skin affectionately.
“I missed you too, you idiot.”
Ares ignored the jibe and instead pulled Percy by his shoulders and turned them around so that this time Percy was the one lying on top of him.
Percy lifted his head in surprise, and seeing Percy’s flushed face, Ares felt every bit of blood rushing straight to his groin. He just couldn’t handle it.
Percy lay on top of him, naked, his black hair tousled from sleep and his cheeks flushed. His green eyes sparkled in the morning light filtering through the curtains that slid over the giant glass windows reaching from the ceiling to the floor, the white sheets emphasizing his pale skin against his dark hair.
“You look so delicious.” Ares growled.
Percy blushed, “Aren’t you ever full?” He pulled himself out of bed before Ares could catch him, ignoring the god’s erection and turning toward the bathroom.
Ares fixed his gaze on Percy’s round, cheeky ass
as he disappeared into the bathroom.
“I can’t even imagine myself being full!” he called to the demigod, placing his hands behind his head and kicking the covers off the bed. He felt hot just from looking at the silly black-haired figure.
“Too bad!” Percy replied from the bathroom. Ares heard the sound of the water running, and only after a long time did Percy emerge from the shower, still naked, with a white towel in hand, drying his wet hair.
Ares leaped out of bed like a predator pouncing on its prey and glued himself to Percy with a deep kiss.
“Stop being so gorgeous,” he scolded the demigod, grabbing the towel in Percy’s hand and pulling it toward him.
“Your mood is great,” Percy noted with a smile as Ares began drying Percy’s hair with the towel.
Ares responded with his own smile, “So good that I’m considering licking every drop of water still on your body instead of drying you off.” He pulled the towel from Percy’s eyes.
The demigod blushed uncontrollably; somehow, this cheeky god always managed to leave him speechless.
He pulled the towel from his face, and it fell to the floor, replaced by Ares’ kiss on Percy’s lips.
The god wrapped his body around Percy’s naked body that was still wet from the shower, and kissed him deeply, pushing his tongue through Percy’s lips, allowing the younger man to play with it in his mouth.
Ares’ kiss was deep and slow, his hands caressing Percy’s body gently, melting his heart.
He was so happy that this lonely time was over, that Ares was now kissing and hugging him.
Finally, Percy reluctantly pulled his lips away from the god.
He intended to say something romantic, but everything changed suddenly when Percy caught a glimpse of something brown peeking out from the side of the bed.
The blood began to boil again in the demigod’s veins. He couldn’t believe Ares had gone so far in his arrogance and brought it all the way here! How dare he even think Percy would use something like that after everything that had happened?!
“Percy? Are you okay?” Ares grasped the demigod’s shoulders, trying to understand what he was looking at, but Percy quickly shook off his anger and suddenly, with a suspiciously sly smile, his lips curled up.
“So…” he murmured in a low, seductive voice, taking a step closer to Ares, causing the confused god to take a step back.
“You bought some toys and really thought I’d wait for you dressed in them, didn’t you?” Percy ran his fingers gently over Ares’ chest and then pushed him backward.
Ares, half-playing along with Percy’s strange mood, allowed himself to be pushed back until he was sitting on the edge of the bed.
Percy climbed after Ares and sat on his lap, wrapping his legs around the god’s waist.
They were still naked, and their bodies rubbed against each other. Percy struggled not to let out a moan, ruining the plan he had come up with just moments ago.
“I see you noticed I brought the package with me?” Ares asked. He really liked this teasing spirit that had taken over his demigod and had no suspicion at all. Instead, the god’s hands slid down Percy’s back, and when they reached their destination, they cupped the young man’s buttocks, spreading them apart. One finger casually brushed over the younger man’s entrance, sending an uncontrollable shiver through the demigod’s body.
He needed to take control back.
Percy grabbed Ares’ hands before the god could take the game any further and instead pulled them away from his body, pushing the god forward.
Now Ares lay on the edge of the bed, his legs still touching the floor, with Percy on top of him, the demigod’s hands pinning the god’s hands to the soft mattress.
Their erections were straining with excitement, Ares because Percy was trying to control him, which was turning him on a lot, while Percy, on the other hand, was hard at the very thought of actually trying to control the god.
“What exactly is in that package, Ares? And you’d better be specific,” he said in a flirtatious tone.
Ares licked his lips.
“I thought you’d look really good with cat ears; your body is already as flexible and strong as a panther’s. You always remind me of one when I look at you.” Even though Ares’ words weren’t erotic, his glowing eyes sliding over Percy’s body left the demigod burning with excitement. Still, Percy swallowed hard, tightened his grip on the war god’s wrists, and continued to interrogate him.
“And besides the ears…?” he mumbled in question, afraid that if he said more words, the moans he was struggling so hard to suppress from the gentle friction in his groin would escape and betray him.
“Why not just bring the package and empty it on the bed? You need to see and try to understand,” Ares replied slyly, pulling one hand away from Percy’s grasp and firmly grabbing the demigod’s erect member.
“Ahh—!” This time Percy couldn’t hold back, his head flew back from the direct touch, and then he immediately bent it over the god’s chest so the latter wouldn’t see his flushed expression.
“What do you say…? My Perseus,” Ares murmured into Percy’s ear, starting to move his fingers gently on the younger man’s member.
Percy took a deep breath, it was now or never.
“I say—” he swallowed another moan.
“I say you’ll wear it, what’s in the box.” The demigod locked his green eyes on the god’s fiery ones.
“What did you say?” Ares’ hand suddenly stopped its work, and Percy finally allowed a particularly wicked victorious smile to appear on his lips.
“You’ll wear what you bought; that’s the third wish.”
***
Percy looked at Ares with flushed cheeks of a deep red hue. His green eyes sparkled with passion and excitement, his member fully erect, and his hands played with the black whip he held, trembling with anticipation.
Ares lay on the bed, his hands shackled in black fur cuffs to the headboard above his head. His broad, muscular chest, bound by leather straps, rose and fell with his sharp breaths, and he certainly did not look pleased. His neck was encircled by a black collar from which a metal chain dangled onto the bed beside him. Around his waist was strapped a harness with a silicone ring that held his thick cock, and on his head was a headband with cat ears.
“If you dare tell anyone about this…” Ares growled softly, but Percy was too eager to listen.
The half-blood climbed onto the bed and loomed over the god, then began to run the black whip with its leather straps along Ares’s arms, tracing his muscles and savoring his actions. Ares looked like a lion tethered by a leash, a sight both powerful and sexy, and Percy couldn’t help but get aroused by him.
“Do you want to whip me, Percy?” Ares suddenly smiled. Percy’s excitement was so arousing to him that he couldn’t ignore the shudders passing through the half-blood, who was sure he had subdued the god of war.
“Y-yes,” Percy groaned. How is it that even in a moment like this, he still needed the god’s approval.
“Then do it,” Ares growled.
Percy swallowed, slid the leather whip along Ares’s leg, and then struck the god with force. The leather straps lashed against the god’s body, and his muscles tensed reflexively.
“Harder,” he commanded, and Percy obeyed.
Percy’s heart raced with excitement. He dropped the whip, grabbed the metal chain, and pulled it forcefully, making Ares lift his head as far as his bound hands allowed.
Ares laughed at the sight of Percy gaining confidence, and the exhilarated half-blood leaned forward over the god and kissed him fiercely.
“It’s so hot seeing you like this,” he said without thinking.
“Really?” Ares’s smile widened, and Percy’s cheeks flushed even more than they already were.
“You who always mocks me, teases me, and threatens me, always so arrogant… Now I can do whatever I want with you.” Percy cupped Ares’s face in his hands and kissed him again, deeply. Their tongues danced around each other, Percy hungrily sucked on the god’s tongue, and his hands slid around Ares’s nipples, pinching them.
“Keep going…” Ares relished Percy’s distraction, enjoying seeing the half-blood overwhelmed with the pleasure of being in full control.
Percy moved his kisses to the god’s neck and then continued downward until his tongue slid out and traced Ares’s dick. Ares growled with a guttural sound of desire, and that low tone ignited so many feelings in Percy. He parted his lips and slowly took the god’s erect member into his mouth. The sound of the cuffs rattling filled the half-blood’s ears as Ares tried to reach for him, and Percy found himself touching his own erection while his mouth was occupied with the god’s.
Their position was so raw and unrestrained, and the sound of their masculine groans filled the opulent room. Percy sucked, licked, and gently bit the god’s member, stretching the silicone ring around it and reveling in the sensations that stormed through him.
“I want you… to come inside me…” He couldn’t hold back anymore. The dark-haired half-blood climbed over Ares again and met the god’s gaze.
Ares’s eyes were wild flames, the memory of Percy’s mouth surrounding him etched into his feelings. Percy wetted his fingers with his mouth and played with his nipple with his other hand, never taking his eyes off the god’s face. He slowly and torturously pulled his fingers out of his mouth and slid his hand to his own behind, and while Ares looked at him with hunger, Percy pushed himself inside to prepare for the god’s member.
“Oh, Percy…” The cuffs rattled again as Percy groaned loudly while touching himself.
“I think you have a lot more to learn before you can really control me.”
And with those words, Ares broke the cuffs, flipped Percy onto the bed, and entered him forcefully while the half-blood screamed in surprise and pleasure beneath him. The cat ears were torn away, Ares also ripped off the silicone ring from the base of his cock, and the harness from his waist, leaving only the leather straps and collar.
“A-A-R-E-S!” Percy groaned loudly between thrusts. He was flushed and surprised, coming almost immediately. The excitement was too overwhelming.
“Who’s in control now, Percy?” Ares tapped his finger, and the leather collar around his neck disappeared and reappeared around Percy’s. Ares grabbed the chain almost immediately and pulled the half-blood towards him, continuing to thrust in and out of him.
“Y-you, Ares!” Percy groaned, his head thrown back, and his hands also grasping the chain that pulled him.
“Who do you belong to?” Another tap, and the leather straps on the god’s chest vanished, replaced by a pair of clamps on the half-blood’s nipples.
“To you! To you! Damn it!” Percy could no longer contain the pure pleasure that surged through him. He came again, but his member remained erect.
“Do you want me to stop?” Ares continued to ask bluntly.
“Please don’t stop!” Percy didn’t want this burning love to ever end. He couldn’t even imagine having to stop entwining these feelings with this god who had thoroughly captured and shattered his heart.
“I love you, Percy.” Ares pulled on the chain and leaned into the half-blood’s lips, drowning in the kiss and pulling the younger man with him.
“I love you too, oh great gods, I do.” Percy wrapped his arms around the god and deepened the kiss.
***
A week later, after an especially tough sword practice at camp, Annabeth approached Percy.
“You’re in a particularly good mood. I’m guessing you and Ares are talking again?”
“We are,” Percy replied curtly, his mischievous smile still glued to his face.
Although Ares had been busy with something related to Olympus over the past week, every evening he left Percy a blood-red rose on his bed at camp.
Percy didn’t want to tell Annabeth about it because he thought it was too soft of Ares. But secretly, he was excited by the roses, just like the campers from Aphrodite’s cabin. They made him feel at ease.
“At least you two sorted things out and there won’t be any more exploding toilets at this camp,” Annabeth smiled. She was happy to see her best friend in high spirits again.
“I can’t promise you anything,” Percy winked at her playfully and then turned toward Cabin Three.
When he opened the cabin door, his eyes naturally shot straight to the bed, but this time, instead of a red rose, something awaited him that made his mouth go dry.
“I thought you liked the toys from last week, so I brought a few more for us to try,” Ares slammed the door behind the half-blood and Percy turned sharply towards him.
“W-when did you get in?” he stammered.
A harness, silicone beads, leather straps, fur cuffs, vibrating toys of various sizes, and something that looked long and thick on one end and a black tail-like end on the other flooded his vision, and he swallowed nervously.
“Not long ago, just enough to decide what I want to start with,” Ares smirked wickedly, his hand already grabbing Percy’s camp shirt and pulling him close.
Suddenly, Percy let out an uncontrollable chuckle.
“Something funny, loser?” Ares asked, his lips sliding to the dip between the half-blood’s neck and shoulder.
“Just the fact that it’s never boring with you, and I always want more from you.” Percy’s hands wrapped around the god’s back, and he closed his eyes to Ares’s kisses.
How could it be that with this arrogant god he felt so… complete?
“My Perseus Jackson…” Ares nipped at his neck gently and then lifted his head to look straight into Percy’s eyes.
"I'm the one who will never get enough of loving you more each day."
And Percy felt exactly the same.
***
After weeks of translating this fanfic, which took me years to write, I can finally say—it’s done! Of course, unless I suddenly decide to translate it into Swedish.
Wow! You’re just amazing for making it this far. Thank you for taking your precious time to read, comment, share, and love.
I appreciate you so much.
Yours,
Rachel.