PJO/HoO/MCGA/ToA Imagines and Preferences

Scars (Tj x Reader)

Valhalla. A place where honorable dead go to live luxury and train for Ragnarok. That's where my boyfriend, Tj lives, on floor 19. Though I was a mortal, I got a honorary guest pass to see my lover. I got it by helping on their last mission to stop Loki. It was seen as brave for a mortal who could see through the Glamour. I refused to go home and let them face danger by themselves. Sam said I was crazy, her being my best friend, but allowed me to stay.

Along the way, Tj and I got close. He had a fiery spirit that I couldn't turn away from. Also, I love his war stories, how he charged to enemy lines. He always stood in front protecting me, but I quickly showed him I could hold my own. He admired that and we grew closer.

On the way back, the gods stood near the water. I met the gods and Tj's father. Soon after that at the Valhalla dinner party, he asked me to be his girlfriend. I gladly accepted, giving him a small peck on the lips.

A few weeks later, he told me about him and his mom being runaway slaves. (Just roll with it) With my knowledge of slavery, I thought he might have gotten whipped. I never asked, not knowing how sensitive he was on the topic.
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Currently, I was in the elevator at Hotel Valhalla. I played with the spare key for Tj's room. The elevator dinged and the spear door shifted open. I stepped out into the wide hallway.

Noise came from Halfborn's room, as usual. Nothing from Mallory, Alex, or Magnus' room. I stopped in front of Tj's room and opened it with the key. Upon coming in, I smelt fresh coffee.

I went towards Tj's small kitchen, seeing his back towards me. The only thing was, was that he was shirtless. His bare back faced me, lined with light colored scars.

I walked up behind him, and traced the scars with my index finger. "I never asked, but I suspected you had scars," I said.

"Y/n..." he seemed to be thinking of something to say. "I'm sorry for not telling you, doll. I thought... you wouldn't like me if I showed them to you."

"Darling," I started. "If anything, I would want to kiss every single scar that you have. Would you let me do that?"

"Y/n I don't-"

"I challenge you to let me kiss your scars."

"I accept!"

My lips instantly attached to his back, kissing the litter of scars. With every kiss, I'd say something. I finished and said, "I'll always love you, scars or not."

He turned to show is handsome face. I caressed his cheeks then held them. "I love you no matter what as well." I grabbed his cheeks and brought him in for a kiss. It was simple and sweet.

"You're all mine. I'm so happy that you are," he said as he pecked my lips once more.