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LIVING FOR THE OCTAGON CONTENT
blind dates and other surprises
pairing: octavian x gn!reader
summary: your siblings set you up on a blind date and it's with none other than octavian. but somehow, he doesn't seem so bad…
“if you knew i'd be the one they'd set you up with, would you have even come?”
octavian and you sat next to each other on a bench, awkwardly staring into the distance. this wasn't how you had expected your blind date to go. you hadn't even expected octavian, of all people, to be the one your siblings set you up with!
“i–”
you weren't quite sure. perhaps you wouldn't have. octavian wasn't very well liked in camp jupiter. everyone feared him, but nobody liked him.
“i would've at least showed up. it wouldn't have been fair to keep you waiting, without saying a word”
octavian acknowledged your answer with a little huff. you couldn't tell if he was amused by your honesty or if he was angry at you.
“you know, you're free to leave. now that you know it's me, i don't expect you to stick around”
octavian sounded sincere. but it clearly pained him too, that you had insinuated that you wouldn't have shown up if you knew it was him.
“i'm sure you and your friends can have a good laugh about this…”
octavian muttered under his breath through gritted teeth. you probably weren't supposed to hear that part. but you couldn't ignore it.
“i wanna stay with you…”
those words left your lips before you could even realize what you were saying. octavian's head whipped around and his cold facade dropped for a moment, as he looked at you with genuine surprise. but it only lasted for a moment, before the bitterness returned to his face.
“why? you never liked me, so why do you want to spend time with me now?”
octavian clearly thought you had ulterior motives. but the truth was that this was the first time you had seen octavian as a person who had emotions like everyone else. he was hurt that your friends had set you up on a date with him, just to laugh about it later. he probably knew that nobody liked him, which was why he tried so hard to be feared and respected. so that he didn't feel like a nobody. like the person everyone laughed about behind their back.
“i want to get to know you…”
you couldn't tell octavian that you had seen right through him. it would only wound him further and you didn't want to make the situation any worse. for once, you wanted to see octavian smile.
“you… you're the first to feel that way”
octavian huffed and shook his head softly.
“but it's true! i don't think i would've felt that way, if we hadn't ended up here. but maybe it was fate that you were the one i'd be set up with…”
octavian glared at you and you quickly thought you might've said the wrong thing. but as you kept looking at each other, you noticed his face slowly but surely turning red. he was flustered and didn't know how to react to it…
“i don't believe in fate” octavian stated and stood up, his eyes set on the horizon. “but… i believe in forging my own path. and if my path crosses yours, then perhaps i could tolerate that…”
you chuckled and got up, taking octavian's hand. the boy turned around, his face softening as you smiled at him.
“you could've just said ‘i want to get to know you too’, silly~!”
Gossip
Octavian
Gender Neutral Reader
Shit talker supreme
Now let’s be real here bro doesn’t have a lot of ACTUAL friends
So best believe he CONSTANTLY yaps to you about everything and anything
Regardless of your type of relationship
He can get hella scary at times
A lot of times
The fucking massacre of stuffed animals definitely made you just stand there for a bit
He’s quite the character
Avid rambler though
Only when he’s certain you’re around though
He’s made the mistake of just yapping only to turn and find that he was talking to himself
Now do I love Octavian? Yes, but, he’s a bitch let’s be real
Talks about people in passing quite frequently
Straight up hater in every aspect of it
Not confirmed but something in me tells me he’s a decent dresser and def says shit like “those shoes don’t go with that outfit”
His rude comments earn a few giggles until it’s about you
But at least he’ll tell you to your face
Has moments of slyness and will make you truly ponder if he complimented you or insulted you
Definitely has pissed off a shit ton of people but even though he’s frail he has his family/status and you as a crutch to continue to gossip
Pulled this shit out of my ass at 02:59a.m.
Never One Without Two!
Octavian
Male Reader
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Gleaming the streets with your self deprecating nature shining through your chosen circle. Where he went so did you and vice versa.
Today had happened to be one of the few days the both of you were not plaguing the lives of everyone around you. A simple hangout day.
Deviating from typical augur duties the frail boy sat with you in your bedroom watching various sitcoms. Though there wasn’t much watching on your part as his avid need to chime in with his verbal opinions on the characters’ decisions made it impossible to hear anything else much less concentrate.
Several sighs later and the two of you switched to scrolling aimlessly on TikTok in search of something, anything entertaining to watch.
“…Packing my tumblr to go on a…hot girl walk?”
“Y’know this is the only time I actually wanna hear your thoughts on this.”
“I don’t have any thoughts to share with the likes of you. But, honestly is all of that really necessary?”
“EXACTLY.”
Only stopping with criticism to stalk the rest of their page to see what else they had to offer, before you sprung up an offer of your own.
“We should play Murder Mystery.”
“Can’t, I’m still banned, it ends tomorrow though.”
“Damn why can’t you not be banned for a day that I actually wanna play a game.”
“It’s not like I was in the wrong, the moderation is just stupid.”
You couldn’t even escape Octavian’s rash decisions ruining your plans in the digital world much less the real world. So with dwindling activities to participate in your brain for the first time in a while went into overdrive.
“Alright get up, we’re going out.”
“Why would I go out with you?”
“You wish you could get with me. But, I’m talking about actually going out, like outside.”
“Where?”
“If I tell you it won’t be as exciting. Now stop asking me questions.”
Grasping his dominant hand the both of you flew out the door. With your eyes dead set on the mysterious hangout location.
“A cafe? Really?”
“It’s a casual thing, consider it a date.”
“Why would I want to go on a date with you?”
“I love you too man. Anyway we seat ourselves here, so, sit down.”
Reluctantly your date to be sat down and shut up for a graceful minute, overlooking the menu. Keeping a longing stare above the menu.
“Y’know I’ve never realised how freaky your pearly blues are. They’re really piercing through my soul.”
“Quiet.”
“Look I love ‘em on you but it’s kinda crazy. Deadass.”
A silent scoff left his breath. Just as a waiter picked up on your situation and swung by.
“Good afternoon, what can I get for you boys?”
“Hello, I’ll have a cup of mint tea and—maybe a croissant or lemon cake?”
“I highly recommend the cakes here they’re absolutely amazing.”
“So he’ll have that lemon cake, and I’ll just have a coffee, cappuccino.”
“Good choices I’ll get that out in for you guys!”
“Thanks!”
With a short pastime the beverages and cake is bought out. Granted with a simple ‘enjoy’ the waiter swayed from your table.
“Everything looks so good!”
Clasping your hands together paired with closed eyes in thanks. Your short thanks ended abruptly as your eyes opened to see a spoonful of your cake missing.
“What the fuck.”
“Hm?”
“Don’t ’hm’ me you big back bitch. Order your own cake.”
“There is enough for the both of us, why do you think she gave us two spoons? Sometimes your intellect escapes you I swear.”
“No you ass. She gave ME two spoons. One for my cake and one for any sugar to put in my tea.”
“You don’t put sugar in your tea. So the spoon is for me.”
“Yeah? Well she wouldn’t know that. So the spoon is mine. If you disagree any further I will drop your skinny ass right here and now.”
“Crude and intimate. Just hurry and eat your food, so I can leave I have work to do.”
His harsh words would’ve come across in a more offensive way if he truly wanted to leave hastily. So you sat in a comforting silence enjoying your food, occasionally giving him some of your cake.
Idk how to end short stories ngl