#I am loving the idea of a camp Half-Blood accent

[peter-pan-on-neverland]

Secretly soft: Part 2

Request: Felix being his stubborn self around everyone, including the reader but goes all soft when they’re alone.

Pairing: Felix x reader 

Warnings: none

,< Part 1

He couldn’t believe this was happening again, did he not learn from the last time? Pan’s voice echoed around in his mind over and over again as if the words were bouncing around his skull, ricocheting until Felix’s head hurt.

Love make’s you weak. Love make’s you weak. Love make’s you weak.

Those fearsome green eyes stared at him even though the blonde boys eye lids were close, he could still feel his friends cold gaze on him even as lay in the comfort of his bed. For days the giant had been cold and distant, from everyone not just Y/n, the lost boy was away with the fairies half of the time trying not to think about the situation he was once again placed in. He struggled to find any motivation to do anything, Felix who was once an early raiser stumbled out of his tent around mid day only to be met with a disappointing glear from the leader.

“Felix,” The boys heart dropped as he heard his name being called from across the camp, words delivered in a familiar British accent, “Get over here, we need to talk.”

Whispers spread through the camp like a wild fire as curiosity overflowed from the rowdy group of lost boys, each one desprate to know what was happening. Felix could only try and ignore then as he slowly trekked over, back hunched and aching.

“What’s going on?” Pan asked in a stern voice making Felix flinch as soon as the words reached his ears.

With a deep sigh the boy finally mustered up enough courage to speak, “Nothing Pan, I’m fine.” Felix may not be the brightest tool in the shed but that didn’t mean he was stupid, he knew if he started to slip up Pan would punish him by punishing Y/n.

The leaders jaw locked in place, trying his hardest not to let his frustration get the better of him. He knew exactly what the problem was, and how to fix it.

How hard could it be? The king of Neverland thought to himself with a dark grin plastered on his face.

“I’ve given you your chance Felix and now,” He spoke, getting so close to the blonde giant he could feel Pan’s breath slowly travel along the nape of his neck “now you need to be punished.”

The second in command eyes spread no the size of sources and panic flowed through his veins, “No.” He whispered, barely audible but the green eyes monster heard his faint cries.

“What example would I be setting for the boys if I didn’t Felix?” The king argued, “now listen very carefully, I want you to grab that little distraction by the arm and throw her into the cage’s.”

Felix knew that Pan could be a narcasistic prick at times, but he never expected the boy to go this far, never in a million years.

The blonde giant had no idea how to process the emotions he was feeling, they just kept getting stronger and stronger, bubbling over the surface until he overflowed with emotion. At this moment the second in command had no shame, he didn’t care who saw him as tears streamed down his sharp cheeks, the lost boy had never been this vunrible in front of any one before yet somehow Pan made him feel safe.

Felix almost laughed at the irony, how can the person who’s making him feel misrble be the only person he feels safe enough to cry around, to show his true colours around.

“Pan-” The lost boy tried to speak up but his words only came out as a shaky rasp.

“You know what you need to do.” Where the leaders parting words before he made his way back to camp.

The brown haired boy let out a sigh of relief as he walked away, he hated seeing Felix like this, but he knew if that girl broke his heart then he would be much more broken. Maybe his punishment was a little harder than he had originally planned for it to be, but what was he to do? How else would he be able to help Felix, he needed to get rid of the problem and he needed to do it himself.

…

Felix gut twisted inside of him, every cell in his body was screaming out no. He couldn’t do this to her, not when he had finally realized how he felt, but the second in command knew that if he didn’t do it Pan would and who knows how rough he would be?

There she was, sat silent and alone on a log. Felix remembered the mornings when he would join her, laughing as they told each other the funniest stories while he playfully put his arm around her. Oh how he wished he knew sooner, he would’ve cherished those moments even more if he only knew where his heart ley.

There was that sinking feeling again, like his heart had suddenly turned to stone in an instant, weighing him down as if his own body was stopping him from taking another step. He wanted to just grab her and run off into the sunset but the giant knew there was no way off this island, not without Pan’s permission.

He needed to be smart about this and try to cause as little pain as possible. Ignoring the fact that his feet felt like they were made of led he slowly made his way over to her, one step at a time, catching the lost girls eye.

A smile beamed on her face as she saw he was coming over, eyes beaming and face glowing with happiness, but she was not met with the same expression.

“Felix-!” She happily exclaimed.

“You need to come with me,” He muttered, voice deep and moody.

Y/n’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion, “Where are we going?”

He shut his eyes, wanting this process to be quick and easy, “Please don’t make me ask again,” he pleaded with her, “Just follow me.”

“Not until you tell me where we’re going.” She tested.

Felix knew he had no other choice but to take her by force, as much as he didn’t want too he knew it would be the only way of ensuring her safety.

Swiftly wrapping his long fingers around her forearm he yanked her up, dragging her away too little to no effort, she was as light as a feather. Oh how Felix wish he could just scoop her up in his arms right now, instead of forcing her into one of those cold, damp cages.

“Felix, what are you doing!” She exclaimed, trying to claw at his knuckles, desperately trying to get the blonde giant off her, “You’re hurting me!”

As soon as those words fell from her lips the second in command instantly let go as thought it were second nature to him. The boy had no problem when it came to a little bit of pain, but she made him weak, love made him weak.

Y/n’s demands never stopped the whole way through the jungle, he fought everything he had in him to not answer back. Why hadn’t he noticed how special she was to him sooner? Why was Pan making him do this? What was the point?

So many questions swirled around in his mind he didn’t even notice the tears streaming down the lost girls face as she, now silently, followed him.

His hand twitched in response, ready to reach out and brush every drop away with the pad of his thumb, but he couldn’t. He kept his eyes glued to the floor and his head down, he needed to remember that if he wanted her to be safe, he was going to have to put her in the cage.

The lost girl felt ace in her chest as the wooden door swung closed in front of her, there eyes met for what seemed like it would be the last time. She couldn’t stop the stream of tears from pouring down her cheeks, she didn’t understand what was going on. Had she angered him that much he would want to stick her in the cages?

Hesitantly, he began to walk away, slowly as if he wanted the moment to last a little longer. Felix’s knows this isn’t the romantic event he had hopped for, but still, he was just happy to be with her and never wanted to leave her side.

“Felix, wait.” She croaked out, voice raw from all the screaming and crying she had done prier.

The second in command came to a halt as if he order were from Pan himself, no words left his lips, but she knew she had grasped his attention.

Shuffling forward as best she could, Y/n wrapped her around around the bars of her wooden prison, “Why am I in here.”

He longed to tell her the truth, longed to tell her how she had done nothing wrong and that he loved her, If it were up to the boy that cage door would be broke off it’s hinges and she would be safe in his arms. Safe from Pan, safe from the boys, safe from everything that hurt her. But he couldn’t, he could only walk away, leaving her heartbroken and disappointed.

Day quickly turned into night, the stars shining bright against their navy back drop as Y/n tried to come to terms with what was happening.

Was this all just a dream, she thought to herself. One minute her and Felix were fine, happy, laughing and giggling with each other and now, she was locked in this cage.

Goosebumps bloomed up and down her arms as she looked around, nothing but darkness, except for something lurking in the shadows. Her heartbeat quickened, what was that? Why wasn’t it moving? Was it just her eyes play tricks on her?

As if on queue the bushes begin to shake, she scattered to the far side of her cage, trying to get away from it as quickly as possible, she was not about to become bear food.

She relaxed the second she saw it was only Pan, those sinister green eyes gave her a sense of comfort from time to time.

“Oh Pan, it’s just you.” She sniffled, looking up at the boy.

The king of Neverland bent down to her level, pureeing at the little lost girl through the gaps in the cage door, “You’re probably wondering why I’ve ordered Felix to put you in this prison, It’s because you’re making him weak and weak people have no place on my island.” The green eyes monster spat.

The lost girl had never felt so much anger in her life, her blood began to boil the moment those words tumbled from his lip and oh how he loved to watch her squirm. He mocked her, replying with nothing but a smirk.

“It’s not hard to tell that my second in command has fallen for you, and that my dear, is a very dangerous game to play. Love is weakness, love is a sweet spot and my boys don’t have sweet spots.” He declarerd  proudly as he promoted his group of highly weaponized teenagers, “Now if anyone else on this island were to be in love with you, I would kill them on the stop. Felix however, happens to be very special to me, very special indeed. Which is why I must keep you locked away.”

Y/n was at a loss for words, she just couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She wanted so badly to argue back, prove to him that love wasn’t weakness, it was strength but the little lost girl knew she would be wasting her breath. Pan wouldn’t listen to anyone else, no one but Felix.

Pan wasn’t here for hostilities, he wanted to make his point and leave, but she pulled the green eyed monster right back, “If I’m such a pain to you then why don’t you just send me home?”

“Oh, that wouldn’t be any fun now would it?” The leader chuckled darkly to himself, “I’m saving you for a rainy day.”

Before the girls very eyes he had disappeared into a cloud of green smoke, rendering her speechless,. What would she do? What could she do in this situation? Make a run for it, try and escape.

She shot down her own ideas once she remembered that no one left the island without Pan’s permission and he just made it very clear, he did not want her to leave.

…

Heavy footsteps are what rose the lost girl from her slumber as she rubber her tired eyes, the sun beamed down, almost blinding her as she looked up.

Jaw almost dropping once she saw the sharp features of a familiar face staring back at her holding a tray of food. She had thought long and hard last night about what she would say to Felix if she ever saw him again, but she didn’t accept to see the second in command so soon.

He smiled to himself, once again she was away with the fairies, paying not attention to what was going on around her.

No, the words echoed around the lost boys head so loud, you’re here to give her food and leave nothing more.

Heartbroken, the boy placed to plate of food just in front of her cage, he fought the urge to say something to her, say anything to her, but no words came out. Where would he even start?

“I know why I’m here.” She finally spoke up, the words made Felix stop in his track, slowly turning back around to face her in shock and disbelief.

“What?” He whispered to himself, still trying to process the words that had just fell from her lips.

“I know why I’m in this cage, it’s because Pan thinks I’m making you weak. But love isn’t weakness Felix, it’s strength and power.”

“You, you know I love you?” Felix said almost as if he didn’t want it to be true.

“Yes,” She beamed a smile spreading wide across her cheeks, “And I love you too.”

The second in command couldn’t hold himself back any longer after hearing those words, running to the cage, he flung the cage door open. Their hand intertwined as he desperately pulled her out of the cage and wrapped her up in his arm.

“I’m so sorry Pan put you in here, lets run away together, lets go somewhere, anywhere.” The boy rambled on and on making plans for the two of them to escape.

“You know we can’t do that Felix, not without Pan’s permission.” She shot him down.

The look of disappointment on the boys face was evident, she wanted more than anything to run away with him but they both knew it wouldn’t be possible for them to do.

“What should we do?” Felix asked, racking his brain for anything, just anything that would get him and Y/n off this island.

“Put me back in the cage.” The little lost girl insisted, almost as if she were stamping her foot down.

“What are you talking about-”

“Put me back in the cage, it’ll by us more time if Pan doesn’t suspect anything is wrong.” She explained, the second in command didn’t want to admit it, but he knew she was right.

“Fine.” He harshly spoke, “But I don’t like it.”

They both knew they didn’t have much time left before Pan would know something was up, as if there was a silent agreement between the two the girl nodded in his direction, voluntarily getting back into her wooden cage.

“I love you,” The blonde giant whispered, peering at the through the bars with a smile on his face.

“I love you too.” She said, watching as he trekked further and further into Neverland’s deep jungle, all the way back to camp.

The pair were flying as high as a kite, for once everything seemed to be on track, going there way, but all that faded as soon as she heard a familiar British accent.

“Well, well, well, that was quite the show.”

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Part 2 is up! I hope you guys like it just as much as you liked the last part! Xxx

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐭 | 𝙆𝙞𝙢 𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙟𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙅𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙭 𝙅𝙚𝙤𝙣 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 

 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊. 𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?

                                        Pairing: Namjoon/Jimin/Jungkook/F Reader Word count: 5.2k Warnings: unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, oral, choking, double penetration, throat fucking, voyeurism (sort of)

a/n: hi so um this is unedited and probs littered with typos 

                                        "I'm not sure this is such a good idea, guys..." you whined as they shoved their tents and overnight bags into the back of their cars, Jungkook and Tae both attempting to shove each other in at the same time.

"Um...she's got a point," Hoseok stood beside you, quivering like the terrified little child you also were. Both of you just didn't see the up side of spending Halloween night in the middle of the woods, around a campfire telling scary stories. How dumb could you get?

"I mean didn't you guys ever watch Friday 13th? Kids getting killed at some camp in the middle of the woods? We're just asking for trouble," you protest as Jungkook yanks your bag out of your grasp to add it to the pile.

"Don't be a whimp, y/n," he teased. You hit out at his shoulder playfully.

"Aww, is my little pumpkin scared?" Jimin wraps an arm around your shoulder, using his overtly sexual charm to lighten the mood. He's constantly flirting with you, making passes that could come off sleazy but because it's Jimin, it's strangely charming. "I'll keep you safe, y/n. Maybe me and you should share a tent, hmm?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"I'd rather get eaten by a werewolf, Jimin-ah," you grimace, pushing him off you with a smug smile as Yoongi scoffs at the idea.

"Well, if you wanna be eaten, I can arrange tha-"

"Ew. Stop," you hold a hand up to him, interrupting him. He laughed at you and got into the car.

"It'll be fun, y/n. Nothing to be scared of, I promise," Joon shut the trunk to the car he was designated to drive, turning to you with a reassuring smile. Now him, you could believe.

Taking a deep breath, you joined the rest of the group in climbing into one of the cars - Jin's car - and setting off on your Halloween adventure.

*****

After the debacle that was trying to set up the two large tents in the middle of the forest whilst the sun set and daylight became scarce, you were having even larger doubts about the night to come.

Jimin had - of course - been teasing you with mild sexual advances the entire time, while Namjoon tried to reign him in (to no avail, of course.) Jungkook and Tae had thought it would be a wonderful idea to sword fight with the tent poles rather than actually use them to hold the damn tents up. Jin had lost his patience with the maknae's more times than you could count on one finger, whilst Hobi and Yoongi surprisingly actually attempted to help with the set ups.

You had tried to lend a hand, interrupting the sword fighting and snatching the poles back before Jin blew a blood vessel in his neck, but that only turned the pair on you. They thought trying to freak you out with google searches about murders paranormal phenomenon in the woods was a marvellous idea, when actually it was making you more anxious than you let on.

By the time the tents were actually in place, the sun was already half-tucked under the horizon, glowing an astounding red colour that seemed just a little too apt for the Halloween atmosphere. It cast a blood orange glow through the trees and illuminated the dying leaves so brilliantly, you had to snap a few shots for instagram.

Namjoon suggested getting a large campfire going, and setting up a few lanterns outside the tents. You had eagerly jumped up from your camping chair to help, ready to get as much light surrounding you as possible. And once the campfire was lit, the eight of you surrounded it to cook some food and drink, as was the plan. You had hoped that by your fourth or fifth beer you may have started to care a little less about your current predicament; sat in the forest in the dark on Halloween night with seven of your closest friends.

And you had been right, until...

"Okay can we start with the scary stories, now?" Jungkook whined, clearly bored with the Love Yourself tour as the topic of conversation. He wanted the spooky stories; it's why they came after all, right?

"Alright but make them good. If they're not actually scary, what's the point?" Yoongi grumbled, tucked under 3 different fleece blankets he had brought with him for his personal use only.

"Don't worry hyung, this is gonna scare the shit out of you," he rubbed his hands together with exaggerated glee, making shifty eye contact with everybody to emphasise his point. "So this happened at my old high school..." Jungkook dove into his story with dramatic reenactments, accents, even sound effects as he told the story of the masked man who crept around the grounds, and how if you ever looked into his eyes he would come after you while you slept that night.

You could help cowering into your blanket, only your eyes popping out of the top of the burrito you'd created for yourself. Every snap of a twig in the distance or rustle of leaves had you jumping like a fish out of water. Hobi had moved his chair as close to you as possible to cling onto your side, cowering just as much as you. With each of Jungkook's sudden outbursts and jump scares, he buried his face in your hair and gripped onto you tighter, as if you were in any position to make him feel better.

Once Jungkook had finished scaring the shit out of the pair of you, Yoongi decided to go one better. He was unfazed by Jungkook's attempt to scare the group and decided to tell one that was a little too close to home...

A story about a little girl who got lost in the woods, mauled to death by wolves, and creeps up on unsuspecting hikers and campers, begging them to help her escape but actually leading you to the same pack of wolves w. Had you been paying attention to anything other than Yoongi, you may have noticed Jimin get up and wander off. However, it wasn't until you heard Jin's worried 'where did Jimin-ssi go?' that you had looked up to see his empty chair.

Panic flooded through you, the whole group looking out into the dark veil of the forest to try and find him, but nothing...

Just as you turned your head to look behind you, you heard a panic-inducing growl, like some kind of wolf directly behind you. You jumped up, as did Hobi who still clung to your side, and crumbled to the floor in a pile of you, him and blankets.

The pair of you hugged each other, shaking with pure fear and waiting for the inevitable death you felt coming, but all you heard was a very, very familiar laugh.

Looking up, you saw Jimin, screeching with laughter, holding his stomach and rolling on the floor like he always did when he laughed so hard.

"JIMIN-AAAHHHH!!" you shouted, absolutely livid that he would do that to you and Hobi.

"Fucking asshole!" you stood up, brushing the leaves and dirt off your clothes and blankets, before hitting out at him. Hard.

"Ow, y/n that hurt..." he whined like a child in his thick satoori accent.

"Serves you right!" Hobi scolded, equally as pissed as you.

"Fuck this, I'm going to bed. Enjoy your night," you spat, pissed off and ready to leave. You stomped over to your designated tent, zipping the hatch closed with as much anger as it takes to slam an actual door.

From inside, you could hear the muttering of the boys scolding Jimin.

"Jimin you idiot, you know she was already freaked out about coming here..." Namjoon whisper shouted.

"That was a little too far, Chim..." Tae mumbled.

"You just had to fucking terrify her, didn't you?" Yoongi didn't bother to lower his voice.

"Hey, you were the ones telling the stories!" he argued, but Hobi clapped back.

"Still it wasn't funny, Jimin. She's not gonna sleep now and neither am I, you jackass."

You felt a little guilty that Jimin was getting so much shit for scaring you. It wasn't really fair; he was trying to have some fun, you guess...

"I think we should probably just get into our tents... I'm calling it a night. Jimin maybe you should sleep in the other tent tonight..." Jin suggested, trying to remain soft. He knew how much Jimin liked you and he'd never do anything he thought would actually hurt you.

You poked your head out of the tent and the boys all turned in unison.

"It's fine, Jin. Just freaked me out, that's all." Jimin smiled apologetically at you, kicking the ground with a newfound shyness. "Get in here, asshole. And whoever else we're sharing with." You rolled your eyes and settled back down on your blow up mattress.

You were sharing with Jimin, Namjoon and Jungkook. The others were in the tent opposite, but still close enough that you could hear Tae's deep vibrato snores at 3:42am. And it was keeping you awake.

That, and the underlying anxiety in the pit of your stomach about sleeping in the woods on Halloween night.

Looking around the tent, you could make out the dark silhouette of Jungkook, who had flung his leg over Joon's and was cradling him like a monkey hugging a tree trunk. In the years you had known the boys, you knew Jungkook was a cuddler. It was cute but in the times you had shared a bed, highly inconvenient.

Joon didn't seem to mind, soft little snores coming from him, laying on his back and fast asleep. Jimin was next to you, on the other side. He was facing you, but in the dark it was difficult to make out his sleeping face. You could barely see his features, just his frame rising and falling in rhythm with his breaths.

You lay awake, staring up at the fabric of the ceiling and flinching at every little noise your heightened hearing picked up on. You really couldn't wait until sunrise. Only a few hours to go...

You let out a deep, breathy sigh, aggravated at your lack of sleep and ability to fall into it.

"Hey..." a soft whisper from Jimin's side had you flinching away from him yet again. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you..." he whispered again.

"I-it's okay... I just thought you were asleep," you whispered back, turning your body to face him in the dark.

"Nope. I can't... I feel bad, y/n. I'm sorry I scared you."

"It's okay..."

"You're still awake because I freaked you out. I wanna make it better..." he shuffled a little closer to you, lightly tracing circles on the back of your hand with his finger.

"Jimin, this isn't the time for your ridiculous flirting," you scoffed.

"No, no... I'm not trying to do that. Just wanted to help, I'm sorry." He rolled onto his back, removing his finger from your hand and placing his hands behind his head. You sighed, feeling like an asshole. You know Jimin wouldn't ever actually try anything, no matter how much you sort of, kind of, completely, not really, but definitely wanted him to not be joking...

You both lay in silence for a few moments, before you inched closer to him, resting your head on his chest and getting comfortable. Jimin was still your friend. A good one. And he could still comfort you when you felt scared...

After a moment of confusion, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled your body closer to him, snuggling into you and protecting you from absolutely nothing other than your own fear.

"You're not always an asshole," you joked. He chuckled at that, squeezing you a little in his arms.

"I know I go too far sometimes. If I make you uncomfortable, just say. I'll stop, I promise."

You shifted a little uncomfortably, knowing that if he were ever serious, you'd jump at the chance. Who could blame you, though? You weren't stupid; Jimin was gorgeous. And you were only human...

Spending your time with seven heartbreakingly beautiful men meant that you were more than a little, shall we say, hard up...

"You don't make me uncomfortable, Jimin... I just-" you stopped yourself before you went any further. This was not a good idea.

"You just, what?" he probed. Damnit.

"I just wonder sometimes if you're serious or joking. Sometimes it's hard to tell." Jimin hummed beneath you as he thought for a moment.

"Would it make a difference if I was serious?" he asked, no humorous tone to it at all.

"M-maybe..." you stuttered, the tension in the air starting to thicken. His grip on your waist tightened ever so slightly as your reply.

"Do you want me to try?" he lifted your chin to look up at him in the dark, speaking so softly and delicately through hooded eyes as the first embers of desire started to burn inside him.

You nodded slightly, lips parted as his got a little closer, almost touching...

"Jimin, I-" before you could say anything, he had planted a soft, lingering kiss on your lips. The pair of you pushed against each other, slowly but surely deepening your kiss as lips parted and moulded together. When Jimin pulled back, your lips followed him, trying to reconnect so desperately. In the dark, you could just see the outline of a smirk on his face.

"Do you want me, y/n?" he whispered, still trying to keep quiet to not disturb the other two men you were sharing the tent with, let alone the four in close proximity just across from you in the other tent.

"B-but... the others?" you protested weakly as Jimin pushed your shoulder to lay you flat, hovering above you.

"You'll just have to be quiet, won't you?" he teased, leaning down to press another kiss to your lips, soft but so heated you could feel your blood rushing to your cheeks. "Do you want me?" he muttered against your lips between kisses, just starting to use his tongue against you.

"Mmhmm," you hummed in approval, weak to his advances and knowing that you truly did want him.

"Say it, y/n. I wanna hear you say it," he mumbled against you again, starting to leave open mouthed kisses along your jaw, down your neck...

"I want you, Jimin. So much..."

He wasted no time at all pulling your blankets back and helping you shuffle out of your underwear and of the fleece pyjama bottoms you wore to keep you warm. The cold fall air immediately hit your skin, a layer of goosebumps raising immediately.

Jimin noticed, wrapping the blankets around himself and over you in the process as his mouth attached to the soft skin below your belly button, leaving sloppy, wet kisses down towards the warmth of your pussy.

With Jimin hidden beneath the blanket, you couldn't see what he was doing but god, could you feel it as he inched closer and closer to where you needed his mouth most.

Finally, his mouth covered the mound of your pussy, leaving a sloppy wet kiss to it before using his tongue to give between your folds to find your clit.

You had to slap your hand over your mouth to stop a moan escaping. Whatever he was doing with his tongue as he attacked your clit felt incredible, like nothing you could ever mimic with your own fingers or toys.

Jimin's hands slid under your thighs, coming around to hold them apart as he dipped his head further down to tease your entrance. He'd imagined how you'd taste so many times, but he never imagined you'd be this sweet, lapping up your juices as the arousal pooled right before his eyes.

His mouth re-attached to your clit as he slowly slid two fingers inside you with no warning, the sudden stretch not unpleasant in any way but completely heavenly. You were already so turned on your pussy welcomed him. You had to bite down on your hand to stop another long, loud moan escaping but you couldn't help the small mewl that slipped past.

You both heard and felt him chuckle against you as he started to curl his fingers inside you, finding that spot the had your body jolting up the air-mattress with a squeak. Jimin held you down by his free hand on your thigh, his fingers digging into the muscle almost painfully.

With his mouth and his fingers working their magic on you, you found it so difficult to keep quiet, soft little moans and whimpers slipping past your lips as your hands fell to clutch the blanket where Jimin's head was protruding. Even more so when he quickened the pace of his fingers, tapping at the sweet spot inside you harder than before.

Just as you were about to let a deep, loud groan emit from your throat, a hand clasped over your mouth to stop you.

Your eyes snapped open, suddenly very aware of the hand inside you, the hand on your thigh, and the hand on your mouth... That was too many hands...

You looked to your side and saw Namjoon looking down at you, his eyes standing out in the dark as he stared, lips parted and lids heavy with lust. Your eyes widened in horror; you'd been caught.

Jimin, unaware of the situation beneath the blanket, continued to assault your cunt bringing you closer and closer to a climax as Namjoon continued to stare down into your eyes, watching as you became more and more panicked the closer you got.

As the pressure built in your abdomen you couldn't help the moans that were muffled by Joon's hand from erupting. Your hips bucked from the air-mattress and hand flailed about trying to grab onto something  when your orgasm finally hit. Jimin didn't stop, his tongue still dancing slowly against you as your hips moved, riding his face as you came down.

Namjoon just grinned as he looked down into your face, watching the tears that had rolled out of your eyes from the intensity of your orgasm fall down the sides of your face.

Just as Jimin was about to sit up, the blanket covering both him and your modesty was ripped off the pair of you. But you hadn't moved. Jimin hadn't moved. Namjoon hadn't moved.

Looking up, you saw Jungkook's dimly lit form sat on his knees, blanket in his hand, smirking impishly down at Jimin who was still between your legs.

He looked up, making eye contact with all three of you and only now realising that he had been caught. The game was up.

"Oh, fuck..." he cursed, hiding his face against your thigh as he laughed a little, embarrassed.

"What the hell, Jimin?" Jungkook sounded offended, almost peeved at his hyung. "We promised." Huh?

Namjoon lifted his hand from your mouth, using it to push a strand of hair back past your ear.

"Promised what?" you demanded, confused.

"Uh... we kind of, um..." Jimin sat up onto his knees, still between yours, and scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

"We all made a promise that none of us would make any real moves on you, y/n," Namjoon finished for him, bluntly stating a fact.

"What?!" you asked, surprised. "All of you?"

"Yeah, we had like, a group meeting about it..." Jungkook laughed, realising now how stupid it sounded aloud. "You've no idea how difficult it's been."

"Y-you all..."

"Wanna fuck you, y/n." Namjoon, again with the bluntness. It seemed that perhaps he was a little too affected by watching you cum to put on any airs or graces. "And Jimin had the fucking audacity to break a pact, right in front of us..." he emphasised his disbelief.

"Wh-what if... what if I let you?" you asked, suddenly shy as all three boys stared intently at you.

"Let us what?" Jungkook asked.

"Fuck me... I-I want you to."

They didn't need to be told twice.

Namjoon immediately attacked your lips, harshly forcing his own onto you with such bruising force you had to use all your strength to push back for some control. The hand he had used to cover your face was now around your neck, applying just enough pressure to send your heart racing and adrenaline flooding through you.

Jungkook immediately undressed, throwing his pyjamas off to one side and using a hand to pump his already hardened length a few times. Jimin sat up to, removing his own clothing.

Namjoon sat back, beckoning to Jungkook; already he had taken control of the situation, governing who would get to do what to you. You loved it, watching his dongsaengs willingly submit to their hyung knowing he was in charge.

Namjoon moved out of the way, sitting back and palming himself through his sweats he wore to bed and watching as Jungkook knelt beside your head and pressed the tip of his cock to your lips.

Gladly, you opened up for him, innocently staring up into his eyes as he pushed the head of his cock into your mouth. He moaned as he felt your tongue on the underside of his cock, the warmth and wetness the most incredible feeling he had felt in so long. He hissed as he bottomed out, feeling your throat muscles constrict around him.

"Fuck, you're taking me so well..." he muttered, drawing his hips back and slowly pushing in again. This time you hollowed your cheeks, creating a drag against his cock that had him leaning forward over you, rest on his fists and using his upper body strength to keep from falling over completely.

Namjoon moved to sit next to Jimin, hungrily eyeing up your pussy that was still glistening with the sweetest glaze.

"Jiminie, how did she taste?" he asked, not bothering to look up at him.

"Like fucking cotton candy, hyung," he mused. Namjoon hummed in approval as Jimin moved out of the way, letting Joon dip his head between your legs and lick a long, wet stripe against your slit. You moaned as much as you could with Jungkook's cock in your throat, the vibrations setting his nerves alight.

"Ah, shit... Make her moan again, hyung."

Using his fingers, Joon spread your pussy open to him again, dipping his tongue into your entrance. The intrusion felt incredible, another moan vibrating deep in your throat. Jungkook growled and thrust his hips a little faster, chasing the feeling.

Jimin sat to one side, stroking his own cock in a steady rhythm, watching his best friends use you the way he wanted to. It was such a turn on, his cock leaking pre-cum at the sight.

"Oh fuck, Jimin you gotta feel this..." Jungkook sat back on his heels, letting Jimin take up position on the opposite side of your head as you turned to face him, mouth wide open. He sank his cock deep into your throat as another throaty moan left your lips at something Namjoon was doing with his fingers on your clit.

"Shit..." his hand stroked your cheek, feeling the bulge under the skin where his cock pressed against the inside of your mouth. "B-baby, can I fuck your throat?" He sounded so desperate, you couldn't say no to him.

You nodded your head, looking up at him with doe eyes. Jimin started to piston his hips, slowly at first but gaining pace as he chased that intense feeling of pleasure your throat constricting gave him. You gagged a little, but it wasn't unbearable and the lewd noises of your wet mouth was starting to affect everybody.

Namjoon stopped to undress himself before spreading your thighs and kneeling between them, rubbing the head of his cock through your slick to ready himself. You were so desperate for him to fill you up, you moaned as loud as you could with your mouth full to encourage him.

"Wait, I have an idea..." Namjoon stopped, gripping onto your waist and flipping you onto your front. "Jungkook, get under her." He did as he was told, the both of you moving to let Jungkook lie underneath you. "We're both gonna fuck you, y/n, okay?" he whispered in your ear. Your eyes widened at the idea, the thought of being stretched to your limits, filled with both of them.

"I-I don't know if I can..." your voice shook with nerves until Jungkook interrupted you with a finger to your lips.

"We'll take care of you, princess. You trust us, right?" he asked. You nodded. And then slowly, Jungkook positioned himself at your entrance and pushed into you, filling your pussy up. You gasped at the feeling, wondering how on earth you were supposed to take Namjoon as well. He wasn't exactly small...

Jungkook started to move, his hips lifting and bucking up into yours, enjoying the feeling of your walls constricting around him.

"Gonna use a finger now, sweetie. Okay?" Namjoon whispered in your ear again, leaning over your back now that you were on all fours. You nodded, nervous.

As he slid in his finger alongside Jungkook's cock, you couldn't help but bite your lip. The added little stretch felt so good, albeit a little painful. It was nothing you couldn't get used to though, and soon he had added a second, pumping them into you with the same rhythm as Jungkook was thrusting into you.

It didn't seem to bother either Namjoon of Jungkook that they were both intruding on each other. If anything, Jungkook seemed to enjoy it even more. And Jimin... god, he was in awe of you. How you could take both of his friends like this, and how you were about to be filled even more so by them both... He had to use his hand on himself, turned on far too much to be able to sit still.

"Okay, you ready baby?" Namjoon asks, slipping his fingers out of you, spitting into his hand and lathering his cock up with enough lubricant to ease into you.

"Y-yes... please," you begged, needed to feel full, needing to feel the stretch.

Jungkook stopped moving, patiently waiting and pressing little kisses to your neck as you hovered above him. Carefully, Joon pushed his cock into you, the tightness compressing against both him and Jungkook.

"F-fuck..." you cried out. Jimin immediately leaned forward, cupping your face and searching for any sign you wanted to stop this. You didn't, you just needed a minute.

"You okay, y/n?" he asked. You nodded.

"J-just gimme a second," you stuttered.

"Of course, baby. Whatever you need," Joon cooed from behind you, drawing circles on the curve of your back as you got used to the intrusion.

After a few moments, you nodded, signalling both boys to move. Without even communicating, the pair of them found a rhythm that worked not only for you, but for each other too.

"Fuck, this feels better than I thought," Joon groaned, loving not only the tightness of your cunt but the way Jungkook felt against him too. This was new territory for them both but god damn, they were loving it.

With a comfortable rhythm mapped out, you were now feeling nothing but pure fucking bliss as both the men hit spots inside you that you didn't know existed until now. You had nowhere to hide now, completely stretched to your limits and your walls constricted with each pulse of pleasure they gave you.

"Jimin, come here," you looked up at him, never wanting to leave him out. He shuffled forward, and you happily took his cock in your mouth, the movement of both Joon and Jungkook fucking into you propelling you forward and back enough to engulf Jimin's cock and bob your head along his length.

Jungkook and Joon never relented, not even when the pleasure built up so dramatically inside you you were practically crying out, tears slipping down your cheeks just because it felt so. damn. good.

You knew you were close, you could feel that coil tightening inside you.

"F-fuck, y/n. Gonna cum..." Jimin groaned, throwing his head back. "Can I? In here?" he tapped your cheek and you nodded, using your tongue as a weapon against him and bringing him closer to his end quicker and quicker, until he released inside your mouth, a deep growl emitting from his throat. His hot cum filled your mouth, so much of it you almost had trouble keeping it in until you swallowed it, every last drop.

Jimin sat back, out of breath and weak from his orgasm as the two other men continued to fuck into you,  your own orgasm so fucking close.

"J-Joon I can't hold on much longer... Should I pull out?" Jungkook asked his hyung, unsure of the boundaries in this situation.

"I don't mind if you don't, Kook," he grunted, his thrusts getting a little harder, hands gripping onto your hips.

"Wanna cum inside my princess. Would you like that?" He brought his hands to your face, making you look down at him. You moaned in approval, biting your lips trying so hard to stave off your climax. "O-Oh fuck..." Jungkook stuttered, his rhythm faltering as his orgasm ripped through him, thick spurts of cum coating not only your walls, but Namjoon's cock at the same time.

The new layer of slick inside you gave Namjoon the edge he needed to get himself to his own end, motivating him to thrust harder and Jungkook stayed put, motionless and catching his breath.

"J-Joon, please..." you begged, needing that sweet release you were so close to.

"I know, baby. I'll get you there, I promise," he said, changing the angle of his hips to hit directly into your g-spot continuously, the tightness inside you getting unbearable. Just as Joon was about to lose his shit, your orgasm burst through you.

You fell forward onto Jungkook's chest, his arms catching you and holding you as your body shook and muscles convulsed, Joon still fucking you to get you through it with maximum feeling. Another few hard thrusts had him cumming too, spilling inside you as both he and Jungkook slipped out of you.

Joon sat back, panting like a dog in the sun, watching with glazed eyes as both his and Jungkook's cum dripped out of you onto the air mattress.

"Fuck," Jungkook was the first to speak, running his fingers through his own sweaty hair and looking at you lying on his chest, totally spent.

"Fuck, indeed," a new voice spoke, a hint of annoyance behind it. All four of you turned to look towards the hatch that was now unzipped, four very pissed off men looking in on the rest of you.

"Well, this really isn't fair," Tae grumbled.

"Wait, before you say anything..." Jimin held up his hand to the other four members of bangtan poking their heads into your tent.

"It's fine, Jimin," Jin spoke softly, interrupting him. "We'll let her get her breath back, before we get our turn..."

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[talesofealdancynedom]

Feon Seabryd in fairy robes, with storm staph.

Tale 19: Meriam Craweleoth: Mage Queen of The Grand West (chapter 4.1 -  Time Stands Still: Feon 4/10) part 4. Stories of Old

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In spring, Meriam received a letter from the Northlands. The lord of Isfisceard, caught word of Meriam and her men wandering in and out of Celticia, to speak with Helrem in Algonquia. With Francia being hostile towards all three lands, Meriam had trespassed into Celticia to avoid death. However, The Northlands of Celticia had tightened its boarders, and was sending rangers and setting up outposts; The land was strained from battles from both Algonquia and Francia. The lord requested Meriam’s presence, to deal with a specific matter, in exchange for alliance with Anglia. Meriam was eager to accept, and make another ally at Francia’s boarders; and not get punished for trespassing. The courts would not let her leave however. They had a matter of special importance for her as well. Meriam was carrying their only heir to the throne, after Eatheltwein, making her even more valuable. They had forgotten Meriam didn’t take kindly to being treated like a fragile tool. She was being a royal brood mare for them against her wishes, and they still weren’t satisfied. Meriam left with her five loyal men, a doctor, and the Celtician lord’s letter on her pillow for the king to find.

           Celticia was temperate and wet. It smelled of rain, and upon its odd rock formation and cliffs, was the hum of the soothing low pressure. The scent of the sea embraced them, as Meriam and her party approached the docks. Crossing up the north isles was the last leg of the journey. Meriam was pampered by everyone; to her appreciation and disgust. It almost tarnished the wondrous experience of the Northland kingdom. The island of Isfisceard, was radiant. It was strewn with storm wildings, rain nymphs, ridge back drakes, hydra, and more. The most intriguing and enchanting things, aside from the beaches, sea walls, ferns and sequoia, was the voices that welled up from the depths; Fish children. There are no mermaids, sirens or selkies in Anglia, but there are many in Celticia. For there are many mariners and fishers, of whom a sixth would gladly wed a questionable, thirsty, hungry, and irresistible, maidens of the sea. While Meriam’s men were bewitched by lust, Meriam was overcome with awe and wonder. As a seer, her heart was a flutter with all fey before her. Meriam, as a mage, was drawn to magic. Thus, it was more fascination than lust, that seduced her to get a closer look. Not that the Fish King’s children weren’t to Meriam’s liking as well. As they docked at their destination village, the captain said they were lucky Anglian folk don’t sing. Cheerful tunes tend to attract less lovely daughters from the deep.

           Eager for a proper sleep, Meriam went directly to the lord’s house. But he would not let her rest; he held both her hands and bowed.

“Greeting Mage Queen Meriam. I am honoured you have accepted my invitation. I can tell you are weary, but a lady as precious and fine as you, needs to be kept safe; your men will remain with me, while you retire with Lady Feon Seabryd.” The lord smiled. His accent was both chipper and confusing. Like a thick Irish dialect. Meriam stepped back; what threat would be anticipated that would require her to sleep in a lighthouse, while her trusted knights became drunk lustful decoys.

“I am here to settle my debt, and forge alliances. Tell me your bargain; I am most short these days.” Meriam snapped. Then the lord, still bowing, noticed she was with child, and looked up at her grimace. The lord shivered in fear. Her khol, drawn like a hawk’s face, emphasizing her yellow eyes.

“My apologies your majesty. Let us make haste in signing the papers. You and your men must hear why I am so desperate to protect you, and improve our lands relations.” He said, leading them into a circular hall decorated in tapestries of fish fey and knots. The greens, teal, blues and bronzes complimenting the elaborately carved wooden stools and table.

“Sit, sit.” The lord prompted. Meriam’s men looked calmer then usual; they could handle a court room, after riding dragons. Magic, and their queen’s missions to make peace, was no longer confusing or dramatic.

“Alright, were all settled down now. So, what I need from this alliance, is an army to help this town. A messenger came from the east with a warning: In one season’s time, we will have the army of the Far North at our wall. Meanwhile, Francia is stalled by our land’s rangers and fey. Algonquia is slowly advancing, and occupying Celticia; We are weak. They come to finish their take over, by coming to Isfisceard for our lands only mage; the aforementioned Lady Feon. She sing’s storms and spells, and keeps balance between us and the magic of the sea. Each kingdom has a mage these days, and killing each other’s mages seems to be a common political strategy.” The lord explained.

“You want an army to protect your nations mage?” a knight asked.

“Aye. She is a kind charmer, with four beautiful children. Isfisceard would not be the same without her. But more then her death, I fear the mages of Algonquia. For the reason they are immune to our soldiers and fey, is because their prince and princess, the nephew and niece of the king, are both mages. Edmond Monabellen: The Wolf Prince of The North. He has walked through arrows, and cut cities in half. Him and his siter can control fey in battle, and their men and women are fearless in war. He is a paladin clad in violet and gold, with the eyes of a wolf, and riding his bear familiar. His sister, Luthid Geagwulf, is a witch that works from the camps, to manipulate the battle field. Their army has yet to lose a warrior. If they come for Feon, they will kill all of Celticia’s remaining armies, and take us before Francia does.” The Lord rambled. “I hear your power over time is great Meriam Craweleoth; between you and your kingdoms cavalry, I believe prince Edmond can be stopped. The Northland’s may be in your favour against Francia, if their wolf prince is defeated.” He concluded.

Meriam absorbed the information. Helrem had said nothing about the paladin prince in the Algonquian courts. Wolf kingdom mages, who could be advocating for magic, were being used like pawns in war. This is not how magic is supposed to be used. Their king is a coward for sending his only heir into battle, and a disappointment for abusing magic. Or worse, Edmond and Luthid were skirting their natures out of familial or patriotic obligation, and were in so deep, they can not escape war, despite their better judgment. If Meriam could resolve this, everyone would win.

“I agree to your terms. We will see who is willing to come to your aid by mid harvest. Hopefully my magic will prevent us from being tardy. May I rest now? Lord of Isfisceard?” Meriam said, signing the papers.

“Yes, you may; Feon will be waiting by the beach. There is a white stone of quartz she likes to sing from. Can’t miss it.”

           Merriam approached the fogged bay, that echoed of song, along with a closer voice. Upon a random tall stone of white quarts, was a freckled woman in teal fish kingdom fairy robes, holding a wooden staff set with a large emerald. Her long hair was red as blood, and her eyes like blue pine. She sang sweetly into the water, and its flat surface sang back. Her colours were unnatural; as if changed by magic from her going dark from tragedy. She looked like she was having so much fun, that she didn’t notice Merriam watching.

“Are you Feon Seabryd? I am Queen Meriam of Anglia; your lord said I was to stay with you and your family for safety.” Meriam said.

“Aye. Wait till you meet my family-” Feon said, gazing at Meriam. She looked like a ghost dressed in her black feather and crushed velvet fairy robes. “You’re going to have a baby! That’s so exciting! I know just the way to treat you; as a mother myself!” Feon chimed. She took Meriam’s hand and gently led her to a house at the bottom of a light tower, that was carved into the sea wall of the bay.

“I hate children. I don’t want to have a baby; that could kill a woman.”

“I love my children! All four of them! They were a pain, but they are like precious jewels. I smile everyday when I see them. Speaking of children, I have a son who is also a mage, though he don’t know it yet. Lyra is his name; a charmer just like me. Possibly even a storm breaker like me too! I have many notes about mages, and magic workings. You are a seer, right? Maybe reading or copying them would be restful for you?” Feon suggested. With magic on the table, Merriam was warming up to the idea of being in a peasant’s bungalow, surrounded by wild children. The only child she ever liked was Eatheltwein; and she was not responsible for his care.

           In the cabin, Feon had her children bring her and Meriam food to study. Feon was excited to pick the brain of a seer, and Meriam was happy to finally be sitting. Feon had many books and journals in her room; it was crowded in a hurricane of organized chaos, around the two beds she shared with her husband and children. Meriam was brought back to her childhood in Francia, sharing a bed with her friend Felin.

“What type of mage are you?” Feon asked, placing a teal leather journal on the table. “For example, I am a Storm breaker; we summon and control weather when magic moves through us, from being really happy. But if we don’t have a storm staph, we will lose control and go gray dark; causing natural disasters. I got my storm staph sent to me from a warlock in Sinonia, of the Grand East, who is also a storm breaker. In fact, the lad sent me many, requesting I place them in the Fish Kingdom in the shadow veil, because The Fish Gate is down the cliff of the lighthouse…” Feon said, handing the journal to Meriam and showing off her wood and emerald staph. Meriam examined it carefully, it was wonderfully crafted. She wondered how the parcel arrived through Francia, and then recalled that they took postage seriously there; you could mail one hundred mice to a foreign land and no one would stop you. A good package, is a delivered package. Feon knocked on the table Infront of Meriam to get her attention.

“Oh sorry, you reminded me of something… I guess I’m a Memoirium de Morte; a mage who can manipulate time. I didn’t realize we had types.” Meriam laughed, melting into the reclined chair covered in plaids.

“Do share! I want to complete that teal compodium, with details about all the mages for our ancestors!”

“Why do you write texts instead of poetry? I thought you were a charmer?”

“I am. But I am also a mother and avid hobbyist. Oh, thank you Lyra” Feon said, taking the kettle and pouring tea. An older boy with ginger hair and green eyes brought it. His long-curled hair was twisted in various strands and weaved into a knot; and he seemed to almost glow with joy while he hummed.

“Ah, one of your children. The Lyra of which you mentioned…” Meriam said.

“Aye, your majesty. I hope you enjoy the tea!” Lyra bowed before dashing off. Meriam gave a cough and returned her attention to Feon.

“You hate children? Why?”

“Hate is a strong word. I prefer the phrase: ‘I am opposed to.’ As too why, maybe it’s I don’t want a dependant human to keep me away from my adventures, or worry me. Or perhaps I don’t wish to put my life at risk to appease a court of men. The reason is irrelevant, and it is no one’s business what I choose to do with my life and body.” Meriam snarled, tossing back the staph. “Give me some of your journals to copy for my records, and tell me what you want to know about my abilities; or more why I don’t just use them to resurrect people or manipulate their memories.”

“I’m sorry. Just don’t understand is all. But as for your special magic, the question in these times isn’t why you don’t use your powers, but why Anglia doesn’t make you.” Feon said.

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[geniedocroe]

ONLY YOU

(eugene roe X reader)

wc: 2000

request:

being involved in the war was never ideal to you. however after fleeing from france to america in may of 1941, you thought you would be safe. you knew that you wanted to help people but you didn’t know how. becoming a medical assistant wasn’t your brightest idea but it would have to do. you were surprised that they even let you in the military. helping american soldiers would be your calling. you knew it was what you had to do.

when you arrived in georgia it was clear that you were the only female in your company. that terrified you. however, you didn’t have much time to fret because you were almost immediately introduced to the medic that you would be assisting. now he made you feel a little less terrified. and he had nothing against you being female. he was actually very kind.

you had followed a man into the “medic building” when you first arrived at camp toccoa. inside was a very pale man with incredibly dark hair. once he saw you, he stopped what he was doing and stood to greet you. you were intimidated at first because of how tall he was. he towered over you. you timidly stretched your hand out to shake his.

“doc, this is your new medical assistant.” the man that escorted you to the “medic building” stated. you thought he had a very funny accent. when you asked him about it, he said he was from philadelphia. you didn’t have a clue where that was but you also didn’t catch the mans name.

“thank you.” doc said to the funny accent man. the two of you watched your escort leave before doc turned to you. “my name is eugene.”

“y/n.”

“nice to meet ya. what do you think of guarnere?”

“huh?” you looked at eugene with a dumbfounded expression.

“guarnere . . .” eugene motioned to the shrinking figure of the funny accent man.

“his name?”

“yes.” eugene gave you a quizzical look. “you aren’t american?”

“no, no. um . . . france?”

“you’re from france?”

you nodded hesitantly.

“pourquoi es-tu ici?” he asked you in perfect french.

why are you here?

“ma maison n'est plus en sécurité. ma famille a été tuée mais je me suis échappé. je suis là pour aider.”

my home isn’t safe anymore. my family was killed but i escaped. i’m here to help.

he could read the shock on your face when you realized he spoke french. he felt sorry for you. fleeing your home could never be easy.

“je suis désolé.”

i’m sorry.

“for what?” your french accent was strong as you spoke. “you did none.”

eugene’s gaze shifted to the floor. he thought you seemed nice and he was glad that you would be his assistant. he knew you wanted to help people. the soldiers of easy company were lucky to have you. both of you.

———

after jumping into normandy you had unfortunately lost easy company. without you they were having trouble. they were having trouble because eugene was so worried about you. every couple of minutes he was asking someone if they had seen you and the answer was always no. some soldiers had tried to reassure him but it was no use. it was like he had lost his other half.

you were not having a great time to say the least. you had landed in a tree and slashed open your leg. you quickly patched it up with shaky hands before climbing down from the huge tree. you definitely had a visible limp. a part of you knew there was scratches on your face but it didn’t hurt enough for you to care.

you felt like you had been limping around for hours when you came across someone you recognized. joe liebgott. you weren’t close with joe and you didn’t think you ever would be but you were tired of being alone. if you were being honest you were a terrified of joe. after the fight he had with the funny accent man (bill guarnere) on the boat, you strayed away from the other men.

the only other man you liked (apart from eugene) was donald malarkey. he was always very kind and there for you when you seemed uncomfortable. he had tried to get you to warm up to the other men but failed. you were very shy and perfectly fine with two men being close to you.

“flash!” liebgott whispered, pointing his gun in your direction.

“thunder!” you responded quickly. joe immediately shifted his gun to the ground.

“doc y/l/n?” he questioned.

you nodded and stepped forward hesitantly. you wished eugene was around but he wasn’t. joe was scanning you for injuries and you did the same to him.

“your leg . . . you were limping.” joe pointed out.

“i am okay.” you said slowly. everything you said in english sounded like a question because you didn’t understand the stupid language. “you . . . are not injured?”

“i’m just trying to find easy company. come with me. i think i’m getting close.”

you reluctantly followed the intimidating man. you were struggling to keep up because of your limp. besides joe was a lot bigger than you so it made sense for him to move faster. occasionally joe would glance back at you to make sure you hadn’t fallen too far behind but you never noticed him doing so. you were to wrapped up in your head.

by the time the two of you found most of easy company your leg was burning. you knew you had a gash but you didn’t know how deep it was. when you had patched yourself up the first time it had been very dark but you did the best you could. however, as you sat on the floor, pulling up the bottom of your pants you could see the blood seeping through what you had previously done. before you could even pull away your bandage, eugene came running over. he didn’t even say anything to you. he took one look at you leg and sat down next to you. your hands were already covered in blood from messing with the bandage so when he slapped yours away, the blood transferred to his own hands. little did you know that your hands wouldn’t be free of blood for a long time.

you watched as eugene quickly stitched up your leg and bandaged it back up. you winced every time the needle pierced your skin. it was a very uncomfortable feeling so you decided to focus on something else. for a minute or so your eyes followed passing soldiers. your gaze soon shifted to studying eugenes face. suddenly all the pain in your leg faded away. you never noticed how much you liked eugenes face. in some weird way it calmed you. apparently you spaced out as eugene finished applying the bandage because soon he was looking up at you. he didn’t say a word as he stated back at you until you snapped out of your daze.

“done?” you glanced down to your leg and back up to eugene’s face.

“uh . . . yeah. don’t put too much pressure on it. you might make it worse.” eugene stated, eyes still trained on your face. you gave him a puzzled look. eugene’s accent made it difficult to understand him sometimes. he often had to repeat or explain things to you. “rest.”

“medic!” someone yelled towards the two of you.

“how do i rest here?” you asked, using eugene’s arm for assistance. you knew this is how things would be. how could you rest when others need your help?

a soldier had fallen onto a sharp rock. it had pierced his abdomen. there was a large wound where flesh should have been. the other soldiers watched as you and eugene worked quickly. it put a lot of pressure on you but you did what you needed to do. in the end the soldier couldn’t be saved. knowing that you failed at saving someone’s life weighed down on you.

eugene wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you away from the corpse. blood stained your hands. nothing could take away how much guilt you felt in your gut. that soldier would never be returning home to his family and it was because you couldn’t save him. you didn’t know how eugene felt but you were sure it was the same as you.

eugene shared some words with a few other men. you trailed after him, gripping onto his arm. you were always following him around. that wasn’t anything new. when eugene spoke with bill guarnere and joe toye you shrunk back a bit. they were tough men and they scared you.

“are you okay?” guarnere asked, motioning to your leg.

you nodded slightly and hid behind eugene’s shoulder, hand still wrapped around his forearm. your small frame was completely hidden behind him. toye and guarnere gave each other an odd look before thanking eugene for whatever he had done and began to walk away. you now stood beside eugene. your hand was creeping closer and closer to his. you didn’t know if you wanted to hold it or not. why would you anyways? eugene had to have been thinking the same thing because he shook your hand off his wrist and took it into his own. the two of you shared a smile before hearing shouts for a medic once more.

———

war was tough. there was no doubt about that. people died everyday but it was different because now you had to save them. it had definitely taken an emotional toll on you. your heart constantly felt heavy. you didn’t know how to feel. occasionally it felt like you were back in france, trapped in a prison of your own fear. other times it felt like you were back in camp toccoa, dreaming of what life would be like without war. you couldn’t help but dream of how things would be when the war ended. where would you go? who would you know? you couldn’t even begin to imagine how difficult life would be. a part of you counted on eugene. you hoped you could go wherever he was going after the war.

eugene had realized very quickly that he was always gonna want you around. he appreciated every moment with you and honestly he knew he had fallen in love with you. every single thing about you was perfect to him. even your flaws. he loved your accent, the way you followed him around, how you could calm someone with just one touch . . . you truly were an angel.

you couldn’t help but feel the same way about eugene. he would lay down his life for a lot of people and you admired that. he did what he could to please everyone and when it wasn’t enough it was okay. he was so nice to you. he had been quick to become your friend. you truly did love him. you loved him from head to toe. and somehow . . . he knew it.

“y/n?” eugene asked, sitting down beside you.

you didn’t look your best. the events of bastogne and foy truly messed you up. every inch of you was caked in blood and dirt. nearly everything made you jump. your hands had bern shaking since guarnere and toye lost their legs. eugene placed his hands on top of your own. the shaking was driving him crazy.

“oui?”

yes.

“je t’aime.”

i love you.

“je t’aime aussi.”

i love you too.

the two of you shared a radiant smile. your smile had been vacant from your face for too long and eugene was glad to be the one that brought it back. he brought you back. maybe you did know what you would be doing after the war. maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.

@kyra3155

#eugene roe #doc roe #eugene roe imagine #band of brothers #band of brothers imagine #hbo war

[iam-kenough]

Will you ever notice me? (Arthur Morgan x Original Female Characters)

Summary:  Dutch and his boys found a girl hidden inside wrecked shack near their camp. She introduces herself as Iris and starts leading outlaw life with Van der Linde gang, quickly developing feelings towards one, special cowboy. However there is big year gap between them and Arthur sees Iris just as a kid...And girl won’t take that!

Authors notes: TO THOSE WHO READ THIS - THANK YOU! I can see some of you leave hearts under my post on regular basis and even if it’s only one or two people, I will write for you. I have a question for you - would you see a crossover in this story? I have an idea for The Witcher crossover happening in 10 to 15 chapters. Any feelings about that? It’s just another chapter and you can find the rest of them following masterlist on my blog if you  want to read more of my  fanfiction. Hope you gonna enjoy it! Words count: 2816 Chapter 14 Arthur got up from bed with shitty mood this day, thinking about events from few night's before. How could Iris be so cold to him? Man couldn't get away from these thoughts.  But he also knew that he deserved much more than only few harsh words. He was a bastard so she was dealing with him like with one. Woman was merciful enough to keep him around, at least that's what Arthur told himself. One thing couldn't get off his head. Where was she? Whatever he tried, Arthur couldn't find her recently, but the tent was here and girl's presence was visible, marked with her clothes, thrown on the floor or on the bed. He suddenly heard that someone is breaking glass behind the trees somewhere around the tent he was sleeping in.

- Glad it ain't your job - Iris was leaning against the tree. She looked different today, fresh, happy and she wasn't hangover. Girl was dressed similar to Arthur, black trousers with suspenders, dark green shirt, gun belt, high boots and her hair was collected in messy bun on the top of her little head. She was talking to Sean, who was shooting towards empty beer bottles.

- What about you, you can't do that to, can ya? - boy's accent was strong and thick, Sean visibly mocking Iris.

- Maybe you want to go with me and see me in action so you won't underestimate me anymore - woman threw him challenging gaze.

- What are you both up to, kids? - Arthur approached them, taking position on the opposite side to Iris's.

- Sean decided he's gonna train shooting skills. But there is one thing, bastard's drunk.

- That gives you twice much chances to shot someone! - Arthur spreaded his arms as honest and hearty laugh escaped his lungs.

- Stop scolding me, you are not even older than me, Iris! And by the way, you were the one who went yesterday downtown and killed some folk to pay your bounty, when half the state is hoping to shoot you for two thousand dollars. It was supposed to be a secret between her and Sean and Arthur threw her angry look right away. She wouldn't use his help and she meant it. The crease between his brows remained deep and his ocean eyes were locked on very certain person.

- Well, look at me, paying two thousand dollars fine for my head and killing multiple fellers when all you have to do is shot 5 bottles that ain't moving and you can't do that, can ya?

- I asked you to help me, not to scold me - Sean approached her, lowering his tone to calm and obedient so Arthur wouldn't hear what comes next - Don't make me ask him, he would laugh me off.

- Oh, that's who you are afraid of! Never would thought about that - she said out loud, looking at Arthur and smirking - Ye knew I learned form him, eh?

- You think you are so much better? Okay, give it a go, your best shot, Rhiannon! Iris threw him look of someone who's done with his shit and in the nick of time she pulled out a gun and almost at the same moment bottle cracked. She wasn't as fast as Arthur, but it was still impressive.

- Grow up - she said and turned around on heel.

- Oh come on, I'm paying you for that, don't go away, please? - Sean changed his tactics immidiately.

- You're paying for my compliments, not for real advices, attaboy. And I cannot be bought. Arthur stayed out of it, but it was amusing to watch as Iris is roasting everybody around wherever she can. That's his girl.

- I think you are too harsh on me, that's all - Sean got back to shooting, throwing looks above his arm to be sure Iris is still watching him.

- Oh, poor boy, some little lady is making you cry. You can ask our old Arthur for help, if ya don't like me - she patted Arthur's arm and Sean frowned.

- I won't listen to no Englishman!

- I don't like the way you talk to her, kid - Arthur scoffed, giving boy judgemental eyes - Guess you just lost chances with both of us.

Sean threw him disappointed look and got back to his task. Iris left Sean and Arthur followed her, grabbing her arm suddenly and turning her around.

- I told ya not to go anywhere alone, I offered you the money that could save you, why you keep pushing me and my help away? - he was towering her, looking down with disappointment. Iris's back rested against the tree and she tool deep breath.

- Arthur...darling...I told you I can't use your help, especially when it comes to money. Look at us, the last thing I need is to be financialy dependent. We don't get along at all.

- And why is that, what is wrong with me taking care of you? - man's palm rested near Iris's head when the elbow was straightened, closing one of possible ways for her to leave him hanging right now.

- You're not the one that should do that, Mister! You have woman you care about in your life, Arthur, her name's Mary.

- It's different with you - he murmured, averting his gaze.

-It is, you are right. There is nothing between us and you try to pretend it is.

- Nothin' between us, huh? And all those feelings we share? Since I met you my heart is fluttering as soon as I see you and I feel like a fool - Arthur muttered under his breath, it was crystal clear he hated speaking about his emotions.

- Feelings aren't enough sometimes. I shut this door, Arthur. It's over.

- You're breaking up with me?

- Arthur, we were never properly together in the first place, so calm down - her tone was serious but girl caressed his cheek and smiled - I'm sure I'm not the only girl that can warm you up at nights.

- You are the only one to me - he shaken his head with disbelief and clenched his jaw righ after, looking away like betrayed dog.

- I am not, you think I am naive enough to believe in that? You have past and it's chasing you, I ain't girl for you.

- What are you saying, kid? - Arthur's eyes narrowed.

- You're sleeping with Mary, right? At least that's what all red lights were showing me. All those letters, staying away, not coming home at night. I can't blame you, she's beautiful and more mature...more like you - Iris's voice was full of jealousy. Arthur suddenly grabbed her chin and kissed her. The feeling coming with the kiss was unbearable, sensation fallin on Iris, tying up knot inside her stomach. She suddenly felt butterflies trying to get outside her chest and blood running faster in her veins. But girl quickly realised it's her heart, racing so much it almost hurt. His chapped, plump lips were doing the job with softening her fasade, that's for sure. Iris couldn't help but run fingers through Arthur's golden hair. His breath was warm and stubble on Arthur’s face tickled a bit, causing shivers in lower part of Iris’s spine. That was it, he hunted her down again. She purred, sucking onto his lower lip and smiled dreamily.

- Do you think I could do something like that with anyone else but you? - Arthur asked - How could you assume I cheated on you and wasn't even asking me for my side of the story? I never did, especially not with Mary.

- Wait, does that mean that all those things that happened to us...are my fault? - girl's face suddenly dropped, brows forming into frown.

- I'm not blaming you, even if it is I can't - Arthur's forehead rested against hers - I should say something too, but I just thought I am too old for you, or maybe too stupid or to harsh when it comes to our intimacy and that's why you are slipping from my hads so quickly - Iris noticed that his eyes were glimmering.

- Hey, I am cold bitch but I wouldn't treat you so badly only for those things - she whispered surprised, her breath unsteady.

- I am not much to look at, I assumed you just wanted someone better...but I am the best for you, girl, I can feel we match just like puzzles does - it was the smoothest line Arthur Morgan ever used on anyone.

- You are unbelievable! - she scoffed - And that's why you were gone all days every time there was a letter from Mary?

- I am a fool - Arthur run fingers through his hair in nervous manner - I shouldn't help her, yer right, it looked so bad when now I remind myself...I just had this very wrong feeling sayin' I owe her somethin'. She was asking me about lot of things and I felt like idiot running her errands thinking it's just help that she needs after becoming a widow and I soon as she tried to...convince me I should ignore some young girl running after me and make love to her I escaped from Mary, a-and then I was diagnosed, assured by doctor I'm gonna die, I couldn't let you watch it- - Arthur was rambling on and on, falling apart at the same time. But then Iris grabbed his both arms, looking at him firmly but with genuine and consider smile on her rosy lips.

- I would never leave you, even if you'd die tomorrow. Heart doesn't work like this, I care about you, even if we don't have good time every day, Arthur. I would stay by your side, no matter what- Arthur's eyes became stromy again and he pulled Iris into tight embrace, burrying face in her hair. Man tried to hide it but Iris knew he's iritated with her little sugarcoating. Her small hands were running circles around his arms and back, letting him calm down a little.

- I was afraid...to infect you, Iris. I was already dirty, living like a savage, no need to do the same to ya.

- Shh, I'm not mad anymore - her heart was melting away on sight of Arthur Morgan who's trying to get her back. Maybe she was simple, so what?

- That means you gonna stay? I think you suit there.

- I will stay even if it's gonna be here, in this camp till the end of the world, you know it  - she pecked his nose gently - We just have to sit down someday and talk about communication between us.

- You sound so smart sometimes even though all you do is stupid and reckless - Arthur mocked her.

- Its more about me without you, I need to be protected - she whispered to his ear, observing as this boyish grin appeared on Arthur's lips. Iris planned to do that more often, clearly seeing through him and his low self-esteem. Man needed to be reassured once in a while that he’s important.

Arthur cheered up suddenly, grabing Iris into rough bear hug, messing up her hair a little and grinning like stupid.

- And mister? I told you to quit smoking! - girl barked out trying to be intimidating but it caused only vibrations in Arthur's chest as he couldn't help but laugh.

Iris thought that she was light headed and drunk with love, but Arthur was just whole new level. All man was doing all days was following Iris around the camp as much as he could, looking ridiculous. If she was washing his shirts, he was scolding her for overworking herself, every time Iris chopped vegetables he was chiming in, helping her and kicking Mr Pearson out and hugs from the back happened often, usually stuttering her since Arthur could take really silent steps if he wanted to. Iris didn't mind though, she was adoring idea of hot, dangerous gunslinger falling on their knees for her even if for a second. Every moment she was reminding herself first time she met Arthur's stormy gaze, her knees were a little bit shaky.

Days passed and girl still couldn't figure out how to ask Arthur if they can share a tent. It should be obvious but on first night after their reconcile he mumbled  ''goodnight'' and disappeared behind tent's flaps. Iris couldn't tell if she should follow, so stayed away and now it was another stupid problem she made up to have thing to worry about. In her head it looked like small gesture showing he's not ready for her to come and turn his life upside down again. She sighed and started getting herself ready to go to bed, undressing and stretching her muscles, listening with satisfaction as her whole skeleton cracked. She still was hurt after train robbery, that one was tough and running away from bounty hunters one day was even tougher. Air was warm tonight, a bit stuffy also dark clouds presaged storm. Iris decided she's gonna sleep naked and clothes she owned were throwed inside big, wooden trunk.

- Hey, Iris, can you come over for sec- - Arthur froze in place seeing her naked with eyes wide and mouth open in "o" shape.

- Go away! - she squeked, throwing pillow in his face.

- Jesus, I'm sorry! - Arthur looked away quickly, but his cheeky smile showed otherwise.

- You should knock, Mister! - girl said, covering herself quickly, not noticing small peeks Arthur was throwing at her ass and hips when she was turned around.

- Sorry, I wasn't expectin' you like that...- he said with goofy smile.

- Like what? It's too warm tonight to sleep wearing anything and suddenly I think I'm gonna melt away - Iris waved her hands with motion towards complexion, causing a little bit of cold air caress her glimmering face.

- Yeah, you- I mean, it's hot, y'er right - Arthur's hands became fidgety, he was picking on his nails nervously, blushing like a boy.

- And you should knock 'cause there are plenty things I can do naked - Iris mocked him, causing motion of his hands to speed up.

- Girls do that too?! Are you thinking of me when you-

- You pig! - she thew another pillow at him.

- I'm sorry, I wasn't expectin' you- I wasn't expecting that - his eyes eagerly run from up to down - Iwantedtoinviteyoutocomeoverplease.

- Huh? Are you drunk, Arthur?

- A bit, yes - it clearly wasn't a bit, Iris could tell, chatty tongue, jazzy hands, next thing is gonna be yelling how much he wants to cuddle her - I wanted to show you my new bed, it's bigger.

- Well, good for you, you always whined your back hurts - Iris shrugged.

- It's bigger so you could sleep with me - suddenly he got bolder, approaching her and slithering his hands onto her waist.

- Oh, I thought I wasn't invited - Iris pretended to look away and being irritated.

- You're right, I should do it properly. My lady, would you follow me to my bed and spend the night in my arms? - Arthur offered her a hand like he was asking Iris for a dance.

- Now that's something I like to hear, I would be honored, Mr Morgan - Iris said, picking up pillow from the floor and bringing it along with herself to Arthur's tent. New bed was really big and he was so creative to place few candles around, making mood more intimate and romantic. Iris whistled, showing she's impressed and rested on his bed, trying it out, rolling around for a minute.

- Ah, sorry, I should ask you. I'm little bit sticky - she said, her face glimmering from sweat.

- No no, go on - Arthur said, plastering his eyes to her body. He rocked a little bit in place as erection was growing hard in man's pants. Arthur's trying to look anywhere around, but it was impossible. Small feet, then slim calves, tights that had just enough cushion do lie down on them comfortable and then those round hips with neat buttocks.

- How much did you have today, Mister? -  Iris raised her brow.

- A few beers, they lured me into that, I swear - Arthur said trying out his convincing tone and waving hands to show he's innocent.

- Surely - she purred, lowering her voice in sexy maneuver - I heard your voice, how it was again, hmm, ring dang doo?

- Maybe - he said, blushing briefly. Oh, Iris could do anything to him now and he would wag his tail like a puppy.

- You wanna come here or what?

- Y-you know, I'm good here for now - he rocked on the chair again. Iris noticed small tent rised in his pants and smirked.

- That's a shame - she sighed with fake disappointment - But I'm perfectly comfortable here so - she said stretching a little bit, her nipples showing of through chemise - Goodnight, Mister. Arthur gulped.  She's gonna be the death of him. 

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[sophiexwrites]

ok, hear hear me out: a child of aphrodite that is ace/aro/both. ill prob write this myself at some point but i wanna read your take (btw i think i accidentally sent this same question to your main non-writing blog so sorry if it looks familar)

This is such a great idea, I love it: check out @troopy-writes-kinda, the asker's writing blog, if you want to see more ideas like it in the future (shameless friend plug, if that's okay)!

Cari in Camp Half Blood (please suggest a better title)

Setting: CHB, practically canon, no major differences

“And here’s the Hermes cabin, where you’ll be staying until you’re claimed.” I waved towards the cabin, a small smile on my face as I remember my time there. “If you need me, I’ll be in the Aphrodite cabin — just come on over and I’ll sort it all out. But don’t worry!” I saw the expression on the young boy’s face and rushed to reassure him. “They’re all great people, I’m sure you’ll make loads of new friends. And if somehow you don’t,” I shrugged, pale cotton of my dress rubbing against my wide shoulders, “then you still have me. Okay?”

“Okay.” Kyle replied, a small smile on his face, before wandering into the cabin. A roar came from inside and I imagined him being greeted by 10 different people, all smiling and joking to make him feel at home. The thought made me smile with them, as I wandered back to my cabin.

“Cari!” I heard the rush of pebbles on the path; a smiling face threw themselves into my vision. “Cari, you’re back from school!”

“An hour or two?!” Sarah muttered under her breath, cursing the gods for letting her spend so long in the forge. “I need to make a watch that will last through all the heat...”

“What have you been working on instead?”

“Oh, just a gift.”

“A gift?” I was interested now, Sarah didn’t make things for others everyday. “Who for?”

“Sam.” She mumbled, and I nodded quietly. She’d told me of Sam before, a longtime crush who seemed blind to any advances. Honestly? I could see myself reacting the same way - I’d never understood or felt love as more than platonic, especially not for me.

“Ah.” I bit my lip, because this was when our conversations always became awkward.

“Anyhow...” Sarah wasn’t blind or insensitive, she knew to change the subject. “I’ll see you at dinner, okay? And be nice to us when you do cabin checks!” She rushed off with a wink and some finger guns, already putting her goggles back on. It wasn’t uncommon for people to come up to me as I walked around camp, I had a reputation for being a friend and advice giver. Frankly, I enjoyed it and the purpose it gave me... what else was a child of Aphrodite supposed to do except from deal with love, even if all she could do was with the platonic?

I wandered through the pink door and remembered that maybe not everyone liked me. It wasn’t my siblings that disliked me, of course not - they loved my identity, because it was a part of me. I suppose the fact that I was no competition for a crush helps too. Our cabin was neat as ever, apart from the space under our beds, with the same cloying scent of perfume that stuck to us each time we left; same pastel pink walls and lacy curtains; the same blue, pink and green colour scheme. Everything was the same, if you ignored the white marble statue hogging the space beside my bed.

"Where did that come from?" I asked, looking around to Lacy, one of my youngest sisters and the only other one there. She stayed year round, so she probably saw it arrive.

“Not sure, it just turned up one day.” She shrugged, putting her magazine away. I glanced over her shoulder, there were some really cool dresses in there. “It’s definitely a statue of mother, though, and we tried to move it but...” The girl trailed off, pushing against the statue with no result. I wandered after her, shoving my bag under the bed with a sigh. As I knelt down to do so, however, I noticed an inscription on the pedestal.

“Lacy, have you seen this?” I asked, having her kneel beside me. It crumpled her outfit, but she didn’t seem to mind at all.

“No? I don’t think so, it’s not like we checked under your bed or anything.” 

“Okay.” I bit my lip, slightly annoyed. Here was some mysterious writing, hidden in shadow that made it illegible. “Will you help me move my bed?”

“I’m not sure we’re allowed...”

I stopped myself from rolling my eyes. She was sweet, but always a little afraid. “We can move it back afterwards, don’t worry.” Lacy nodded, after a glance behind her, and I counted down for the haul. 

“On three, okay? One, two...” We braced ourselves, because the bed surely wouldn’t be light. “Three!” We heaved, staggering because the bed was... somehow incredibly light? 

“Woah!” Lacy gasped, adjusting her grip as we carried the bed into the middle of the room. “That’s freakishly light.”

“Yeah.” I replied, shocked but not fully listening. With the bed cleared, I only had to ignore my dusty mess to see the inscription. And it was... French?

“‘Tu es ma fille; je t'aime’? What does that mean?” Lacy asked with a terrible accent, looking towards me. I studied French in school; only a weak effort to impress our mother and feel more like her child. She’d claimed me three years ago, sure, but it seemed reluctant. Aphrodite’s sign had been faint, and there was no stunning makeover like all my siblings had. Just plain, boring Cari, tall and heavily built with clumsy hands. Speaking of which, my hand shook on its way to cover my mouth, eyes watering in surprise. 

“I-it means...” I swallowed and removed my hand, letting the tears roll down my face. “’You are my daughter; I love you.’” That was a message to me? From my  mother? Saying... she loved me? I had to read it again to be sure, wiping away the tears of joy and relief and straight up emotion that ran through me, the acceptance and validation dragging the crushing weight from my chest. 

“Oh, Cari! I’m so happy for you!” Lacy squealed, arms wrapped around my waist in a hug, head barely reaching my collarbone. “Are you happy too?”

“Yes.” I breathed, inhaling and exhaling with the most glorious ease. “Yes, I am.”

I had to let someone else do cabin checks that night.

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Please tell me if you liked that! I’m not ace/aro so all I’ve written about it is from research, I hope I didn’t get anything wrong or offend anyone. If I did, please tell me (only if you feel comfortable ofc) via comment/ reblog/ message/ ask (anon is on)/ literally anything, because I’ll do my best to correct it. Same goes for the French: I used two online translators but I don’t know if they’re correct. Last but not least, I had She-Ra’s Scorpia in mind for Cari’s physical build, because I’m on Season 4 and am obsessed and Scorpia’s my favourite character (and I wonder where I got Kyle’s name from, huh?). Thanks for reading!

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[rosellaortiz]

Full Name: Rosalynn Orm Tolkien (Riddle)

Nickname/Alias: Sweetie, Jellyfish, Jelly, Orm, Rosa, Tol, Kiki

Meaning: In German Baby Names the meaning of the name Rosalyn is: Compound of 'horse' and 'snake'.

Orm; Snake

Origin: German

Title: Miss, Lady.

Pet Name: Dove, Tater Tot, jelly bean

Signature: Rosalynn Orm Tolkien

Gender: Female

Gender Role: feminine

Orientation: Panromantic Asexual

Real Age: 13

Age Appearance: Younger

Birthday: October 31, 1995

Deathday:

Birthplace: Malfoy Manor

Astrological Sign: Scorpio

Zodiac Sign: Pig

Hogwarts’s house; Slytherin 

Patronus; Grizzly bear, snake.

Immediate Family: Foster mother; Johanna Tolkien

Distant Family: Malfoy Family

Parenting: Johanna was a little bit of a strict and fun-loving parent.

Upbringing: Treat people how you want to be treated.

Infancy: Dropped, only made to turn into a Horcrux.Besides that a very good baby.

Childhood: Member of the order found her alone in a house. Took her in. Great toddler. Johanna raises her and adores her

Adolescence: Will figure it out.

Adulthood: Will found out

Coming of Age: When the minster of magic had to explain who her birth parents are. Around 11, before starting Hogwarts.

Evolution: She was a very bubbly and happy girl before becoming paranoid and scared people will figure out who her birth parents are.

Species: Human

Ethnicity: British

Blood Type: Blood Rh-null

Preferred Hand: ambidextrous

Facial Type: Heart

Eye Color: Heterochromia iridium, Silver/white(Right), Blue/teal(left)

Hair Color; Black (poliosis(near the front of head))

Hairstyle: tight Curly

Skin Tone: Pale

Complexion: pale

Makeup: Some. Mostly eyeliner and eyeshadow. Chapstick.

Body Type: Hourglass

Build; chubby thigh,

Height: 4'11"(149.86cm)

Weight: 122 IB 

Cup Size: 23 B

Shoe Size: 37 EU

Birthmarks/scars: Birthmark behind the ear. Childhood injuring scars.

Distinguishing Features: Long Eyelash and poliosis, heterochromia iridium.

Health: Good health(Seeker of Slytherin's quidditch team), has an undetermined sickness

Energy: Depends on the days.

Memory: Pretty good memory.

Senses: Needs glasses. Eyes are awful. Everything is good.

Allergies: None.

Handicaps: Glasses

Medication: None

Phobias:

Autophobia; fear of being alone

Claustrophobia; fear of confined, crowded space.

Aphenphosmphobia; fear of being touched.

Addictions: Coffee, 

Mental Disorders: Depression, Anxiety.

Style: Casual

Mode of Dress:

Grooming: Well-kept

Posture: Good Posture.

Gait: Medium speed, hold up high.

Coordination: Fit enough, incredible flexible

Habits and Mannerisms: Tapping her nails against table or tights. Bits lip.

Scent: Strongly smells like lavender and honey.

Mood: Mostly a good mood.

Attitude: Friendly. Sometimes bitchy.

Stability: Not too bad.

Expressiveness: Hides emotion.

When Happy: Hums, sing draws

When Depressed: Write, listen to podcasts, cries to sleep. Writes to her mom.

When Angry: ignores everyone, Screams into the pillow

Current Residence: Hogwarts

Community: Purebloods 

Family: Foster mother; Johanna Tolkien

Birthmother; Bellatrix Lestrange

Birthfather; Tom Riddle

sister; Delphni Riddle

cousin; Sadie Black

Pets/Familiars: Munchkin cat(black), Rottweiler.

Wardrobe:

https://www.pinterest.com/Pan_Rosella/rosalynns-outfittolkienhp/

Equipment: Wand

Accessories: Glasses, Serpent tempter pendant, silver intertwining snakes, serpent snake, elven ring fem leaf ring, ear piercing.

Trinkets: serpent tempter pendant.

Funds: wealthy.

Home:

Neighborhood: high and mighty.

Transportation: Horse and cart, flow fireplace, brooms

Collections: Rocks, crystal

Most valuable possession: serpent tempter pendant.

Prized Possession: elven ring fem leaf ring.

Lovers: doesn't have a crush at the moment.

Marital Status: Single

Sex Life: non-existent

Type: N/A

Position: Sub

Plays: Don't know yet.

Fetishes: None yet

Virginity; still one

Element: Water

Occupation: Three Broomsticks

Work Ethnic: Likes her jobs

Rank: Bar Maiden

Income: don't know

Wealth Status: Upper

Experience: Helped her mother in the cafe /bakery she owns in the muggle world and wizardry world.

Organizations/Affiliations: none

Education: Pretty good

School: Hogwarts

Grade: perfect marks

Special Education: almost a perfect

Social Stereotype: meh

Intelligence: Linguistic

Extracurricular Activities: Quidditch team, Duelling club.

Religion: Pagan

Morals: Everyone is a person no matter how small or big someone is.

Crime Record: No crime record. Does well with the ministry of magic.

Motivation: Family, friends, love

Priorities: First; family

Second; love

Third; friends

Philosophy: "Everyone is born a blank canvas, overtime we fill that canvas."

Etiquette: Great manners

Culture: Taking off shoes before entering a home, allowing the guest to eat first.

Traditions: Sits with family.

Superstitions: Four-leaf clover, Knocking on words. Don't open an umbrella inside.

Main Goal: Getting through school.

Minor Goals/Ambitions: making friends, win the quidditch game.

Career: Teacher at Hogwarts

Desires: people to just along

Wishlist: new broom

Accomplishments: yeah making it on the quidditch team as the seeker.

Greatest Achievement: Getting on the quidditch teams

Biggest Failure: not protecting her cousin.

Secrets: She has an older sister, tom riddle, and Bellatrix is her birth parent.

Worries: losing teddy or her mother, and her cousins.

Best Dream: becoming a caretaker of mythical creatures

Worst Nightmare: birth father coming back or her older sister breaking out of Azkaban

Hobbies/Interests: Hiking, camping, gobstones, watching(quidditch, wizard chess) Archery, running, geocaching, astronomy, gardening, drawing, flower, baking, bread making, quilting/crocheting/knitting, journaling, podcast hosting.

Skills/Talents: sing, drawing.

Likes: Plants, candles, coffee, sweets, audiobooks/podcast, potions, herbology, gardening, care of mythical creatures, storms, thunderstorms, drawing, bubble baths, Asian food.

Dislikes: unorganized, low hungry, her birth parents, people who compare her to her "parents" or sister, history of magic.

Sense of Humor: Dark, sarcastic

Pet Peeves: Slow walkers, noisy eater, Full mouth talker, couples who sit next to each other(instead of across from each other) in a booth, knows-it-all, 

Quirks: Unique eye or hair, sleeps with a stuffed animal.

Strengths: Good listener, calm under pressure

Flaws: Blunt, callous, cursed, flirty, klutz, overambitious, paranoid, soft-hearted, jealous.

Perception: there is some much to help chang     

Lures: kind people

Soft Spot: kids, muggle-borns.

Cruel Streak: family gets hurt

Powers/Abilities: controlling dark matter, snake talk

Origin: born with it.

Source: emotions

Ability: still don't know how to control it fully.

Weaknesses: family, friends, sketchbook/sketchpad

Immunities: can't feel the heat, pain

Restrictions: can feel pain if it is overbearing

Favorite Colors: Purple, teal, black.

Favorite Animals: wolf, sharks,

Favorite Mythological Creatures: Dragon, basilisk.

Favorite Places: Diagon Alley

Favorite Landmarks: Eiffel Tower,

Favorite Flavors: Strawberry, Blackberry.

Favorite Foods: Asain food, 

Favorite Drinks: Cold ice tea/coffee.

Favorite Characters: Hagrid,

Favorite Genre: Horror, fantasy, D&D, thriller, 

Favorite Books: "IT", "The Shining", "The Adventure Zone"

Favorite Sports: Quidditch

Favorite Stores: Wesley joke shop

Favorite Subjects: Flying class, potions,

Favorite Numbers: 25

Favorite Flower; Monk's Hood, Muscari, Lotus, Tea rose.

Languages: English, French, Spanish, German, Scotland.

Accent: British.

Voice: soft and confined

Speech Impediments: Smoothly,

Greetings and Farewells: Bonjour

State of Mind: Doing okay, paranoid.

Compliment: Je suis étourdi par votre beauté

(I am stunned by your beauty)

Insult: Tête de noeud

(Knothead)

Expletive: Casse-toi

(Fuckoff/bug off)

Laughter: Giggles mostly.

Reputation: Well behavior, great manners

Compliments: Great listener, pay attractions, sassy.

Insults: the good of nothing half-blood, daughter of killers

Self-Impression: Hates herself

MBTI Personality Type: ISTJ

Enneagram: Logistician

Ego/Superego/Id: society, and the idea of right and wrong.

Role: Leader

Symbol: Meadow of wildflower

#HarryPotter #HPoc #hp original character #tomriddle #bellatrix lestrange #malfoy

[wittygaypuns]

#70 & #97 for villaneve

70; Locked in a room

97; Time Travel

BEHOLD. Crack fic prompted through this Fic Mashup list (feel free to send me more, these are fun) Takes place in the same universe as the other Alaska fics I’ve written where VIllaneve have dogs (a male named Carolyn and a female named Konstantin) and got married. Mostly behind a cut because it’s almost 3k words...

“Let's go camping, she says,” Eve half-shouted, “It'll be romantic!”

“Oh my god would you stop, I didn't know there would be a fucking blizzard okay? It's MAY, I didn't think it would happen!” Oksana protested.

“We're in Alaska, Oksana! Check the forecast!” Eve shouted for real, looking back at her as they trudged through whipping winds and biting cold.

“Why did you agree then? Why didn't you say, hey Oksana, you usually make really bad decisions, maybe we go vacation in Hawaii instead? Or book a hotel somewhere and not go out into the wilderness?” She spat back.

“Because every time I tell you you make bad decisions you make it about me and you, you jackass – I can hear it now 'Oh, do you think I made bad decision when we got together?'” Eve mimicked an overly deep Russian accent. She sounded like a villain in a cheesy 90s action flick.

“Yeah, that's probably true.” She conceded, grinning. “Oh! I see something.”

“Is that a cabin?” Eve looked where she was looking, eyes going wide.

“I think so – come on, before it gets any worse. We'll see if they'll be nice to us and let us stay the night because we're stupid and tried to camp...” Oksana began to pick up her pace.

“We're stupid? WE? This was your idea, do not slander me to strangers.” Eve huffed, trying to keep up with her. It was difficult – Oksana was all leg.

“Maybe just a little slander, huh? You love me.” Oksana grinned, taking her arm.

“You're lucky to have me. Anyone else would have let you die in the snow.” Eve muttered, holding on to her; though she was bundled up, Oksana's body was something she naturally gravitated towards. Their dogs, Carolyn and Konstantin, flanked them on either side, on the alert for any wildlife looking for an easy target.

“I wouldn't die. I'd open up a bear and sleep in it until morning.” Oksana said.

“Like in the Revenant?” Eve remarked.

“Wasn't that a horse?”

“Was it? Oh, yeah, he fought a bear and slept in his horse. Man, that movie was fucked.” Eve laughed.

“We should watch it again. So I can remember how not to fight a bear. Just in case.” Oksana nodded.

“You have a gun and I have bear mace.” Eve pointed out.

“We both have bear mace. You insisted. But we could always lose those, and then what? A bear can just fuck us up. Well, I'd have it fuck me up as you ran away.”

“I wouldn't leave you to get mauled by a bear.”

“Yes you would.”

“... Yeah, you're probably right. But only if I didn't have bear mace and the dogs.” Eve grinned as they came to the steps of the cabin.

It was hard to tell if any lights were on, or if it was occupied; it was snowing so hard that it was almost a white-out, rendering visibility next to nothing. As they scaled the steps up to the covered porch it was obvious that it was abandoned and in poor shape. There were two-by-fours blocking the door, and the windows were also boarded off. This did not perturb either of them.

“Can you go in my bag and get the -” Oksana started, but Eve was already leaning up to go through her bag.

“The hammer-pick thing?” She confirmed.

“It's a geological hammer.” Oksana grinned. “See? I told you it would come in handy.”

“Yes, it's handy this one time out of like, the thousands of times you've brought it somewhere. You're brilliant and I love you.” Eve pulled out the tool, and looked to her. “Can I?”

“Please. I love watching you work.” Oksana stepped back, pushing her hood back, shaking off the snow that had layered on top of it. Konstantin shook out her fur, while Carolyn simply sat on the porch, content to be covered. He gave a soft 'boof' at his sister, who moved next to him.

She giggled in delight as Eve started cracking at the boards with the small hammer, jumping a little at the noise of the impacts. Eve yelled as she did it, for some reason; maybe it gave her more power. Oksana did not question her process out loud, always enjoying the destruction that her wife was capable of. She knew Eve wasn't actually upset about the blizzard, or her insistence that camping would be fun; it would have been if the weather had been right, and nothing in the forecast had said the snow would be so bad. A dusting, it had predicted, not the solid curtain they were currently trying to escape. They had been trying to make their way back to the car, but had been turned around at some point – or turned sideways, or upside down. It was impossible to tell. Neither of the dogs were put off by the noises their other mother was making; they just watched with Oksana from a safe distance as she cracked the boards off one by one. Konstantin gave a soft whine, looking up at Oksana.

“It's okay baby. I know mommy is crazy. That's why we love her though, right girl?” She grinned down at the dog, who panted happily at her.

“Mommy needs to get – her – aggression – out! Every now and then.” Eve cracked at the last board, speaking through it as she hammered and throwing her arms up in triumph as it fell to the side, broken.

“Mommy is very sexy holding a geological hammer.” Oksana wiggled her brows at her wife, who rolled her eyes and tried the door... then groaned.

“Boarded and locked. Your turn.” Eve muttered, walking back to her spot.

“I taught you how to do it, though.” She smiled, letting her take the spot between the dogs.

“You're better at it.” Eve smirked, “Besides, I think it's kinda hot, so – get to it.”

“As you wish.” Oksana gave a bow, then moved into position.

As she was wearing what Eve affectionately referred to as 'shit kicker' boots, it was a simple task fireman kicking the door into submission. With one mighty kick, the door cracked and splintered next to the lock enough to be pushed in. It was a chore pushing it in, however – something was behind it. She frowned and put her shoulder into it, trying to push it open. Was someone living in there? Were they about to find a body belonging to some long dead homesteader? How was there something barring the door on one side and boards barring the other? Did someone bar it and leave out a window?

“There's something behind it? What the hell.” Eve muttered, moving to help push the door. “How? Oh fuck, do you think someone's in there?”

“We'll find out, I guess.”

When they pushed it open enough to slip inside, Oksana took the gun from its holster at her hip and kept her head on a swivel. If there was anyone or anything hostile in there, she'd defend her family without hesitation. It was easy enough to make someone disappear in Alaska. The item behind the door was a couch with a heavy oak frame coated in a fine layer of dust. She frowned; judging by how heavy it was, the place was definitely abandoned. Carolyn squeezed in past the two, ears perked. He was a fiercely protective animal, and looked around just as readily as Oksana. Konstantin came in after Eve.

“Eve...” Oksana mumbled, looking back to her.

“What? Did you see something?” Eve looked forward, worried.

“If you're mommy to our babies, doesn't that make me daddy? I thought we agreed that made me daddy.” Oksana asked, grinning cheerily as she moved to check the bathroom and bedroom.

“I never agreed to that. You had that conversation entirely by yourself.” Eve rolled her eyes, untensing her shoulders.

“What do you think, Caro? Am I daddy?” She asked the dog, whose tail wagged at being spoken to. “What about you Konny? Am I daddy?”

“They're just coming to you because you're talking to them, don't take that as confirmation. Now... It looks like the place is empty, right? Let's go lay on that disgusting bed with the dogs and wait out the storm while our stuff dries out.” Eve suggested.

“Okay. It does look pretty gross, but a bed is a bed.” Oksana agreed; the fatigue of walking for an hour in a blizzard was hitting her hard now.

Within a few moments both had stripped out of their outer layers and boots, snow caked items hanging up to dry. Oksana tilted her head as she looked down at the bed. There was no dust on it, or anything else in the room. The quilt was standard cabin fare, heavy and wool, but stained to hell. Making a face, she yanked it off and immediately stepped back. Underneath it there were a number of journals, scattered yellowing papers, and knife that looked vaguely ceremonial. It was stained black with old blood.

“Oh, wow. So the former owner of this place was a crazy person researching something, I guess.” Eve mumbled, looking at them as well.

“Great. Lost in a blizzard and in a crazy person's cabin.” Oksana muttered, a feeling of foreboding gripping her belly. She went to retrieve her gun.

“They're probably long gone, baby. We don't really have an option to go anywhere else right now, not with the storm, so let's just... clear this off and get some rest, right? We checked the whole place, there's no one in here. Leave your gun there, help me clear this. The dogs would be freaking out if something was wrong.” Eve reassured her. She had followed her to where the gun was stashed, a hand placed over hers.

“... Yeah, I guess. Isn't it weird there's no windows in this room, though?” Oksana mumbled, uneasy.

“This room would get sun blaring into it during polar day.” Eve pointed out. “Our bedroom doesn't have them either.”

“Okay okay. I just have a creeping feeling, you know? Maybe I'm just tired.”

“Wanna keep it on the nightstand?” Eve offered, looking to the gun.

“Yes please.” She nodded quickly. Having it nearby would reassure her.

Shoving the strange feelings down, she placed the gun on the nightstand and went to help gather up the detritus on the bed, frowning as she looked at the papers. They were all written on, front to back, or drawn on. The paper was not actual paper, as she had assumed before, feeling more like some sort of fabric. None of the words were written in a language she could understand – and she could read and speak seven different ones, and had been slowly attempting to teach herself Inupiaq since moving to Alaska. Languages had always fascinated her, so to come across one she didn't recognize easily...

“What language do you think this is?” She asked, hoping Eve might have some insight.

“Kinda looks like runes.” Eve was examining a paper of her own.

“Like – viking stuff?” Oksana asked.

“Well, something from that time period, I guess.” She chuckled, shaking her head. “Or aliens wrote it.”

“Don't joke about that. Aliens freak me out.” Oksana stared at her.

“Don't think about it too hard, baby.” Eve smirked, tossing her pile of papers and journals to the floor beside them. Oksana added her own. Both looked at the knife at the same time, then at one another. Eve instantly brought a finger to her nose.

“Not it.”

“Damnit, you always get me with that. If I move it and an alien pops out of somewhere, we're going back outside.” She muttered as she took it and tossed it haphazardly to the floor by a corner, not wanting to look at it anymore.

The door suddenly swung shut. Oksana grabbed her gun and moved to Eve's front; the dogs had the same instinct, standing like proud soldiers in front of her. Their ears were up and alert. Eve gripped the hammer-pick, and then gave a sigh.

“I didn't close the front door off. The wind probably pulled it shut. Calm down, my loves, it was just the wind.” Eve said, moving towards the door – Oksana grabbed her arm and grunted at her.

“I'll check, just in case.”

Eve conceded to her extensively-trained-in-armed-combat wife, frowning softly as she crept towards the door. There was no reason to be paranoid, right? Doors closed by themselves sometimes. Wind and pressure did strange things in cabins. Especially old, creepy ones with notebooks full of runes and daggers in the bed. Oksana swore to herself that if she opened the door and found a zombie, ghoul, draugr, or any other sort of beast out there she would never, ever suggest a trip again. All outing planning would be Eve's from then on and she would do them without complaint because, really, Eve would never allow her to live it down. 'Remember when we got caught in a blizzard and had to fight a ghost? That was bullshit, Oksana' – she could hear so clearly.

With a deep breath, she touched the door handle and turned it.

When it opened and she peeked out, her face drained of what little color she had, looking over her shoulder at Eve.

“What is it? Oksana, is there something out there?”

“I... I...” She stammered, whispering 'мамонт'.

“I don't know what that means baby – what's out holy SHIT IS THAT A MAMMOTH?” Eve screamed as she peeked out – Oksana threw a hand over her mouth to quiet her.

“EVE.” She whisper-yelled, eyes wide and horrified.

Eve screamed behind her hand, dropping immediately into an entirely reasonable panic. Oksana squashed her own freak-out to wrap her arms around her wife, holding her tight to keep her from going completely insane right away. She sank to the floor with her, stroking her hair to try and soothe her. Outside the door there was no longer a cabin. Outside the door, the whole landscape had changed. They were tucked into the single room, a room which was now flanked by glacial drifts. In the distance was a wooly mammoth, enormous and red-furred, walking with its mate and young, paying the pair absolutely no mind.

They had somehow gone back in time.

“This is crazy, right? We're not seeing that. There's no way. Absolutely no way.” Oksana whispered to Eve, who was shaking at the implications, mouth still covered as she whimpered.

“Caro, stay!” She yanked her mouth away from Oksana's hand as the dog attempted to creep out.

He whimpered and sat, ears straight up.

“I just – I – close the door. I can't look at that. This is stupid.” Eve shook her head, looking to her.

“Yeah...” Oksana mumbled, leaning up to get the door.

“So we're in a time traveling room? Like the Tardis but super shitty?” Eve mumbled, eyes just as wide as hers.

“Or we're buried in a snow drift hallucinating while we die.” Oksana suggested lamely.

“Either way this is... pretty awful.” Eve said.

“What are we gonna do?” She asked.

“I... Well, we have each other, our dogs, and some supplies. I guess we're gonna just... have to figure this out, right?” Eve said.

“Can we take a nap first? I think my brain is fried.” She whined in response.

“Oksana.”

“Okay, okay... Time for another adventure, huh?”

“And, Oksana? You're never choosing our vacations again.”

#Killing Eve #Killing Eve Fanfic #Villanelle #Eve Polastri #wittyfic #this is crack. #mymycorrhizae #personal nonsense

[swiss-cheeze]

Midnight Memories || Eugene Sledge

Warnings: guns, violence, blood (probably), talks of genitals, semi smut (nothing graphic), swearing, making out & kissing, uhh I don’t know if there’s anything else.

A/N: this does NOT follow a specific episode however it does have quotations from the show.

———

“Look at all this dirt and mud on me, not one inch of me is clean” (Y/n) said, glaring at a new recruit, “and look at you, almost little to no dirt, barely fucking blood and you’re grinnin’ like a mad man in a slaughter house for killing ya first Jap” letting go of the man’s collar he stumbled back into the mud and growled.

“WOULD YA QUIT IT ALREADY” the man yelled, he stood up quickly and shoved (Y/n).

“WOULD YOU BOTH SHUT UP OR WE’LL LOOSE OUR POST” Eugene yelled at the pair, “(L/n) go back to the group” (Y/n) glared at the man she had shoved earlier and kept her eye contact.

“I’ sir” the girl mumbled before turning and walking away, heading for Snafu and the rest of the group, Eugene hot on her trials.

“Now you kiss your momma with that mouth?” Snafu asked with a shit-eating grin.

“Can it Snaf, aint in the mood for your games today” (Y/n) grumbled as she slumped down into the dirt, hitting her helmet a little to move out of her view.

“Goddamn it (L/n)” Eugene said as he slid into their ditch.

“And they say the men in the marines have the biggest balls” Snafu said with a grin to Eugene, (Y/n) quirked the corner of her lip.

“I got bigger balls then all of you guys combined” (Y/n) said half-heartedly, “if they allowed me, a woman, into the marines chock full of men and let ME of all of them onto the field then I definitely have bigger balls then anyone here”

“Doesn’t mean you have to yell at a newbie” Eugene said from the side, “I’ve been here shorter then you guys but it’s still no reason to pin him”

“So you wanna go now Sledgehammer?” (Y/n) threatened, a deadly glare shifting through the whole group, “I’ve seen things that would rock your core, I have more mud caked in my ass then you do in your feet. If you wanna go ahead and fuck me over too I won’t hesitate to shoot”

“Calm down love” Snafu said a little shaken, “we’re just waitin’ here. Kay?”

“INCOMING” a voice yelled, a large plane came over the top of the marines before shouting could be heard from in front of them.

“Japs” Snafu muttered as he started shooting.

“HOW IN THE HELL DID THEY GET PASSED US” (Y/n) yelled, “GRENADE”. A loud bang could be heard as well as some screams.

“MUST’VE BEEN TO SMALL FOR THE TROUPS TO KILL THEM BEFORE THEY GOT HERE” Eugene said from beside the girl, he loaded up one of the rockets, yelled out and shot off. A large booming sound came from the Marines side, “WHAT IN GODS NAME WAS THAT” Eugene yelled as he looked towards the sound. Men shouting and signing off could be heard to the groups left but they tried not to pay attention before a man army crawled over to them; Snafu, Eugene and (Y/n) kept firing their guns.

“OUR PLANE THOUGHT WE WHERE THE ENEMY, TOOK OUT THREE OF OUR FOX HOLES AND AT LEAST NINE MEN” the man yelled, Snafu kept shooting but Eugene stopped momentarily as he looked to (Y/n).

“Keep going, don’t stop” (Y/n) muttered, a tear slipped down her cheek but it was the only one, Eugene went back to firing his gun.

“CEASE FIRE. CEASE FIRE” a man yelled, Eugene growled as he stopped his rifle as one Jap kept moving slowly towards them. (Y/n) stood up, about to walk out and finish the man but Eugene was quicker, he pulled out his handgun and shot at the Jap, (Y/n) bent and held her arm up as cover before falling to her left into the arms of Snafu.

“IDIOT WHAT THE FUCK” (Y/n) yelled.

“I SAID CEASE FIRE” the captain yelled, Eugene started to walk away but the captain kept talking, “WHEN I SAY SIEZE FIRE YOU SIEZE FIRE” the captain stayed still as Eugene did too, “what where you doing?” the captain said harshly, the whole platoon was looking towards the captain and Eugene.

“Killin’ Japs” Eugene said coldly slowly turning around.

“You just gave away our GODDAMN position Marine!” the captain yelled.

“I think they got a pretty good idea of where we are in the first place” Eugene hit back, Snafu turned to (Y/n) quickly.

“Can of beans that Eugene will hit the captain” Snafu said with a cocky grin.

“I TOLD YOU TO CEASE FIRE, YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE OBSERVING, what do I see? – I SEE YOU WITH YOUR GODDAMN SIDE ARM” the captain yelled.

“You’re on” (Y/n) muttered softly.

“WE’RE ALL SENT HERE TO KILL JAPS WEREN’T WE?” Eugene yelled, “SO WHAT THE HELL DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE WHAT WEAPON WE USE” Eugene got into the captain face and gritted his teeth, “I’ll use my goddamn hands if it had too” and he walked off. The captain turned around and glared at Snafu and (Y/n) as he walked to the pair.

“Get him under control” the captain said through gritted teeth before returning to his post. (Y/n) sighed softly and started to get up.

“I’ll see to him, you owe me a can of beans” (Y/n) said, she started to get out of the hole and holstered her hand gun before walking over to Eugene; sitting up a small mountain of rocks overlooking the bodies of the Japanese and the field, he was playing with a small bit of grass with his pipe in his mouth.

“Well marine, you sure pissed off our captain and Snaf now owes me a can of beans. Should I be proud or mad?” (Y/n) said with a grin as she came up the rocks and sat down next to Eugene.

“Snaf owes you a can o’ beans?” Eugene asked looking at the girl with a cocked eyebrow.

“Made a bet whether or not you’d strike the captain. I won saying you wouldn’t. Mommas boy you are wouldn’t do it” (Y/n) said with a childish grin as she too started playing with some pieces of grass and mud.

“Mommas boy I am wouldn’t strike the captain but still keeps track of how many Japs he kills?” Eugene questioned with a hint of a smile.

“Yeah, exactly” (Y/n) replied with a little body jump and a grin, “Fucking bullshit though, ‘f I find the goddamn F.O. that called the arty, I’d shoot ‘Im” (Y/n) said softly, her southern accent had started to come out. After spending some time with Eugene she had adopted the accent unwillingly.

“Sons of bitches’ll just do it again” Eugene muttered as he took the pipe from his mouth and looked at the burning tobacco.

“Why’d they shell us” (Y/n) mumbled, in the short amount of time they had of answers to the bombing she didn’t think Eugene would actually answer.

“Cause some asshole officer read a map wrong, nobody gives a shit about us.” Eugene muttered back, (Y/n) cocked a grin.

“Didn’t think you’d answer” (Y/n) said side-eying the marine next to her.

“I don’, just a suspicion” Eugene said before looking over to the groups.

“They’re setting up camp” (Y/n) muttered, “when did they even cross the field?” the girl asked rhetorically.

“Time passes by quicker when you’re having fun doesn’t it?” Eugene asked as he started walking to the camping ground.

“Oh so we’re having fun now?” (Y/n) asked with a grin as she followed Eugene across the ground.

“I was” Eugene said, before (Y/n) could reply Snafu threw their bedding as each other as well as a cover.

“’Ere, caps orders” Snafu said with his grin while chewing some gum, or tobacco, they didn’t know.

“Caps orders of what?” Eugene asked as he looked at the bedding and covers.

“Y’all are the last lookouts, from twelve in the morning until six” Snafu said, “so get some sleep now”

“Who’s first?” (Y/n) asked as she started setting up.

“Dunno, but shut up I’m tryna sleep” Snafu said, he rolled over in his bedding before throwing a can of beans in the pairs direction before dozing off.

“Eat now or wait until guard” (Y/n) said smirking to herself as she looked at the beans, turning the can over in her hands.

“Wait until we’re on guard” Eugene said dismissively.

“And why’s that Genie?” the girl questioned as she laid down in her bedding, Eugene didn’t answer for a few moments as he got into his bedding.

“Gives you a chance to eat without having to discharge by using a rifle” Eugene said, “Goodnight”, and with that Eugene rolled over.

“Night Genie” (Y/n) said with a small smile as she got into her bedding, a soft smile placed over her mouth as she looked into the night sky, it was more peaceful up there then down with them.

---

“Wake up, we got duty” Eugene said sleepily, shaking (Y/n)’s shoulder, the girl woke almost immediately with a grumble.

“We don’t get paid for this do we?” the girl mumbled softly as she slowly got up.

“Don’t think so” Eugene responded with a slight grin, (Y/n) stood up quickly as Eugene grabbed their rifles, extra bullets and started heading to the observation point, (Y/n) slowly trailing behind with her can of beans, a pot, a box of matches, and a spoon. Eugene sat down at the rocks the pair had been at before as (Y/n) slowly crawled her way up to his position and started setting up a small fire.

“Ya know, I think this may be the first time I’d be having beans that are actually cooked” (Y/n) said, she stuck her knife into the top of the canteen and started cutting away at the metal, taking back the lid and then dumping the contents of the can into the pot. Eugene lit one of the matches and started to burn the dead grass under the small sticks of the fire before putting the pot into the small hole of the fire, the beans slowly starting to cook as the sticks and twigs crackled beneath the metal.

“Ever or since you entered the war?” Eugene asked as he started to move around the beans making sure to get an even cook.

“Since I entered,” the girl sighed as she looked at the night sky, “haven’t had hot food for a long while actually” she mumbled softly before changing subjects, “so, what about you then huh Genie? Why’d ya get in here when you could be out there” (Y/N) said as she nudged the boy.

“Just wanted to help is all, can’t stand sitting back from something this big. Almost didn’t let me in though, my dad’s a doctor, said I couldn’t and shouldn’t because of the heart murmur I had” Eugene said blandly, “went against his rules in the end though, entered, got in. Now I’m stuck in this place until otherwise told”

“Well it aint all that bad I guess” (Y/n) sighed, Eugene looked at the girl with a cocked eyebrow, “haven’t died yet have we?” the girl asked with a large grin as she stretched out on the rocks.

“No, guess not” Eugene mumbled as he pulled the pot off of the fire and set it aside on the cool rocks, “dinner is done”

“Perfect, I’m starving. Literally” (Y/n) said, the girl sat up quickly and looked to the pot as Eugene put out the fire. Eugene laughed softly as the final remains of the fire got put out, grabbing the pot Eugene handed the pot handle to (Y/n) who quickly dug into the food. Scooping a large amount into her mouth quickly before chewing and handing the spoon and pot to Eugene.

“What? Cold?” he asked.

“No” (Y/n) said softly, “eat”

“Why”

“You need it, you may be gaining a little muscle but you need food to go with it” (Y/n) said, she nudged the pot and spoon to Eugene who took it carefully and took a mouthful before handing it back.

“It’s beautiful tonight” Eugene said absently looking up at the sky.

“Really? I thought it was beautiful all the time” (Y/n) said as she looked up as well, handing the pot to Eugene who took a mouthful with a confused look.

“The stench of dead bodies and blood and the firing of guns and screams is beautiful?” the boy asked as he handed the beans to (Y/n), the girl laughed softly as she looked to Eugene.

“When I get to look at you all day I’d say so yes” (Y/n) said with a cheesy grin. Eugene let a smile cross his face for a moment.

“A-are” Eugene cleared his throat, “are you flirting with me?”, (Y/n) laughed softly as the boy took the pot and ate what was left of the food.

“Have been since you got deported here Genie” (Y/n) said as she laid back on the rocks, arms behind her head.

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice” Eugene said, internally scolding himself for saying something so weird.

“Don’t be Genie, nobody notices me” (Y/n) mumbled softly. A wind blew through the trees and the clouds moved as a sweet silence came over the pair, soft snores could be heard in the distance from the sleeping marines.

“I notice you” Eugene said after a little while, his arms wrapped around his shins and his chin rested on his knees.

“Don’t flatter yourself” (Y/n) said softly as she closed her eyes.

“I mean it” Eugene said he turned to crane his neck to look at the girl before giving up and turning fully to her, “I notice when you walk away from the group to go help someone with their riffle, I notice when you scrub your boots clean almost every night, I notice how serious you get when we’re in range and shooting the Japs, I notice when you curl yourself in almost every night and cry; every night you cry and I don’t know why. I notice when you bite your lip when getting yelled at by the captain, I notice when you realise something; a pattern in the Japs fighting, a kink in a gun or a bomber a mile away, you always quirk your lip and you always say ‘well I’ll be damned’” Eugene took a breath as (Y/n) sat up on her elbows, “I know we’re all just marines and we may just be a part of the body count when and if this war ever ends but I notice these small things, not because it’s things to get my mind off of the war but also because…” Eugene paused and sighed, “Because I really like you” Eugene went back to his previous position. (Y/n) sat quietly for a moment as she let the words sink in and let herself think for a while.

“You know I almost didn’t become a marine, didn’t sign up” (Y/n) said, Eugene took this moment to lay down next to the girl, “almost would have never have met you, Snaf, Leckie and everyone else” the girl sighed softly, “can I try something probably really stupid?” the girl asked as she stared up at the sky.

“We could die at any moment and you’re asking for permission to do something stupid?” Eugene asked with a small smile, turning his head to look at the girl.

“Yeah, you’re right I shouldn’t do it” (Y/n) girl sighed sarcastically.

“That’s not what I meant!” Eugene said loudly, shoving the girl softly. (Y/n) laughed softly as she sat up on her elbows.

“Fine fine! You asked for it” (Y/n) exclaimed, the girl quickly leaned forward to Eugene and connected her lips with his. Eugene’s eyes widened as he braced his hands behind himself to keep steady from the force of the kiss, the moon glinted in the background as the stars shone above the pair. As (Y/n) started to move back and separate the kiss Eugene realised what she was doing and brought his hand up to the back of her neck and pulled her forward to his lips again, Eugene’s hand slid to the side of her cheek and jaw as (Y/n) squeaked slightly from the sudden action. A soft hum came from the girl as Eugene glided his tongue over the girls bottom lip, (Y/n) opened her mouth slightly and let Eugene’s tongue dance with hers as her head tilted to the side slightly to get a better angle and her hands came to wrap around the boys waist as Eugene slowly pulled the girl on top of himself as he laid down. (Y/n)’s hand came to wrap in Eugene’s orange locks and pulled softly, emitting a soft groan from the boy beneath her as his head went along with her pulling; (Y/n) bent down and started to quickly kiss and nip at the skin of his neck as the boy whined softly, his hands going to the girls waist and pulling her down harder onto his groin, her growing wetter, him growing harder by every second that passed. A soft moan passed through the girls mouth as she slowly started to try and unbutton Eugene’s shirt, her hand going under the boys shirt and gliding her thumb over the soft skin she found there, (Y/n) was about to glide her hand down further south before-

“AAAAHHHHHH”

Feet.

Running.

Screams.

“THE JAPS” both (Y/n) and Eugene yelled together as they separated, Eugene scrambled for his gun as (Y/n) grabbed the siren left over by the team before them; setting off the siren as Eugene started to slowly pick off the Japs as the once sleeping marine scrambled for their guns and started to pick off what they could. There only seemed to be about 30 or 35 Japs coming for the large team but they were picked off extremely quickly, while guns were fired and the screams of the Japanese died down every minute (Y/n) and Eugene where laughing to themselves at the situation, not even contemplating the shit they’ll be getting from the captain, Snaf or their team mates.

#joe mazzello x reader #joe mazello x reader #joe mazzelo x reader #joe mazzello #eugene sledge #eugene sledge x reader #the pacific #the pacific eugene sledge

[takaraphoenix]

Hello! I'm a new fan so I haven't read all of your fics yet but I love the way you wright! I was wondering if you would do another Luke/Percy/Octavian fic. I was thinking maybe Luke and Tavy are really annoying everyone so matchmaker!Percy gets them together to make them more bearable but neither of them want to submit as they are both more dominant. Percy then has to find them a cute sub but he is oblivious to the fact that he is perfect for them. You don't have to do it but it would be great x

Percy grinned when he saw Annabeth and Rachel sprawled out on the couch in the praetors' house. That in itself wasn't too rare; the Greek people in power usually always stayed at the praetors' when visiting New Rome. It was all a part of improving relations between Greeks and Romans.

"What's with the long faces, Jay?", asked Percy curiously.

The praetors, Jason and Reyna, sat opposite Annabeth and Rachel, with equally irritated looks. That was also not too rare. It was a lot of work trying to make Greeks and Romans work together. Sure, they had, on a very small scale worked together during the Giant War – three Romans and four Greeks, while the other Romans and Greeks were nearly fighting an all-out war of their own.

So after the war, the leaders' priority was to work together, to find common ground so Greeks and Romans would be able to aid each other. And that was not easy, because the average demigods already had their reservations, the senate and the council of cabin heads respectively were even worse. The only ones who seemed to share one mindset were the actual leaders – Annabeth Chase and Luke Castellan on the Greek side and on the Roman side, Jason Grace and Reyna Don't-Say-Her-Full-Name (Percy had done that once and his lower back still hurt just thinking about it). While not actually leaders, the Oracle of Delphi and the augur were highly respected and high ranking in their own rights, so Rachel and Octavian usually were a part of the negotiations.

"It's Octavian", grunted Jason pointedly.

"And Luke", added Annabeth with her head tilted back.

"And the fact that they're not fucking", supplied Rachel.

"Rachel", groaned Reyna and made a face. "Why would you make me picture that."

"What? I'm just saying what everybody is thinking. They are so busy posing and growling at each other and puffing their chests", snorted Rachel. "It's hijacking most meetings at this point."

"Oh. You think they're... into each other?", asked Percy surprised.

And okay, the four identical pointed looks he received at that were nearly insulting. "You are literally the last person to learn. They're doing this annoying alpha-thing of showing off, only that it's not working because they're both alphas, which is highly unusual in our society."

"Yeah, Reyna's right", agreed Jason with a shrug. "Alpha-alpha relationships are... not common."

"They're rare even in our society", sighed Annabeth softly.

Percy tilted his head thoughtfully and okay, he couldn't think of any alpha-alpha couples either – Clarisse was an alpha while Chris was a beta, Beckendorf was an alpha and Silena an omega, Grover a beta and Juniper also a beta. Huh. He furrowed his brows before sitting down between Rachel and Annabeth. Rachel was a beta, while Annabeth was an omega just like Percy. Luke and Annabeth were the leaders of the Greeks, had been way before Percy had arrived at camp. When Kronos started rising, Luke as the Greek pack's Alpha had stood protectively at the front lines.

When the Giant War happened and Hera thought to memory-wipe and kidnap the Greeks and Romans' power-houses, leaving Jason very confused at Camp Half-Blood and an equally confused Percy at Camp Jupiter, meant to unite Romans and Greeks. How that made sense still beat Percy, because honestly kidnapping and memory-wiping one of the strongest heroes who saved the gods' asses seemed more like unnecessarily antagonizing both camps and only making them suspicious of each other since they didn't even know about each other. Taking the leaders and maybe like not memory-wiping them before putting them together to talk and get to know each other somehow seemed far more effective to Percy, but what did he know compared to an oh-so wise goddess.

"Wow. I can even feel when he is sassing in his head", whispered Jason amazed. "Who were you sassing, Percy? And stop getting distracted, we were in the middle of complaining to you."

Percy rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at the other omega. For the Romans, Jason was the omega in charge and Reyna the alpha. Percy liked them both, he thought they were doing a great job at leading the Romans, just like Luke and Annabeth did for the Greeks. Percy? He... wasn't much of a leader. That wasn't really his cup of tea. He liked recklessly running into danger, fighting monsters, being free of rules or breaking them, not being the ones to uphold them. Urgh.

"Well, I mean, we just have to make them hook up, right?", shrugged Percy casually.

"...Sure. Just", grunted Reyna pointedly.

"Leave that to me", chimed Percy mischievously. "You, concentrate on uniting Greeks and Romans at large. I'll... unite that Greek and that Roman in particular."

"This is going to be a disaster", muttered Rachel.

"...Are you saying that as the Oracle of Delphi?", asked Jason warily.

"I'm saying that as someone who has been friends with Percy Jackson for years", stated Rachel.

"I feel so personally offended", muttered Percy with a pout.

/break\

"...Percy, if you don't open the door, you're in a world of trouble", grunted Luke irritated.

"And why are there candles everywhere? This is a fire-hazard, Perseus", growled Octavian.

"It's a candle-light dinner, you idiot", huffed Percy from the other side of the door. "You two are driving everyone crazy with the UST so I have concocted the perfect plan to solve it."

Luke cocked one eyebrow and approached the table. "...Oysters with asparagus... a bowl of figs... strawberries and chili peppers covered in chocolate... This is a very odd meal."

"Perseus, did you simply google 'aphrodisiac food' and serve what you found?", asked Octavian.

"Shut up and eat. There is also red wine and...", grunted Percy, pausing to press play on the remote control for the music player inside. "...romantic music. Now enjoy your first date."

He had lured Luke and Octavian there with some lies about another leader meeting. Luke turned to grin amused at Octavian. He had to admit he had been flirting with the augur for weeks now. The taller blonde was hot, everything about him – the British accent did things to Luke, the dominance he displayed, the way his mind worked. Luke got some more comfortable.

"What do you say?", asked Luke. "After Percy went through the trouble of making us dinner?"

"I wouldn't call this a dinner. It looks like an indigestion to happen", snorted Octavian.

Luke chuckled, though his grin turned more mischievously as he bit into a strawberry. It took Octavian only another moment before he joined Luke at the table, filling the wine-glasses.

"It would be a waste of good wine", offered Octavian after a beat.

/break\

Percy was very proud of himself as he walked into the praetors' house. It had been two weeks now since he had gotten Octavian and Luke together. Today was the first big leaders meeting since they got together and Percy wanted to gloat that he had fixed the others' problem. However, when he walked into the living room, the scene looked eerily familiar. Rachel, Annabeth and Reyna were sitting on one couch, while Jason was dramatically draped over the other, all looking irritated.

"...I fixed your problem", pointed Percy out with a frown. "Why do you still look annoyed?"

"Because all you did was shift the problem", muttered Annabeth. "Sure, the sexual tension has now been... cut. What you didn't calculate for was that they're both alphas."

"...Yeah no I don't see it. What about that is a problem?", asked Percy.

"They're both very dominant personalities. So now they take their foreplay into the meetings", explained Rachel, making a vague gesture. "They growl even more, posing and fighting for dominance during every single argument. Even less willing to back off than before, because backing off means admitting defeat, means submitting. Neither is willing to submit."

"They seem happy about that... relationship", muttered Jason, trying to cheer Percy up. "But maybe they'd need, you know, an omega. This is why alpha-alpha relationships don't work."

"Rarely work", corrected Rachel pointedly. "But yeah."

"You tried your best, Percy. But maybe we're just... doomed", chuckled Reyna dryly.

"No. No, I'll fix this", declared Percy seriously. "And I already have an idea."

"...This is going to be a disaster", sighed Rachel, looking at Percy.

"Talking as someone who's been friends with Percy for years?", asked Jason teasingly.

"No. This time as the Oracle of Delphi", huffed Rachel, motioning at Percy.

/break\

"I am somehow expecting the worst when you stand in front of my home with a... clipboard in your hand, Perseus", noted Octavian unimpressed. "You're interrupting."

"I... I can... can see that", nodded Percy, distractedly staring at Octavian's bare chest.

"Are you checking my boyfriend out, Perce?", teased Luke amused. "What do you want?"

"I'm not checking Octavian out", huffed Percy with a glare and red cheeks. "And I'm here on official, important business. You two alphas with your chests puffed out are annoying everyone."

Luke and Octavian raised their eyebrows as they looked at each other before turning to Percy. Though the son of Poseidon simply pushed past them and went to the living room. He took in everything that was thrown over, the clothes lining the way to the couch.

"Yeah, see, this is what I'm talking about", stated Percy, motioning at the broken vase. "You're being unnecessarily destructive in your whole... you-ness."

"Our us-ness?", asked Luke amused as he and Octavian followed Percy.

"Yeah. You both have self-destructive tendencies and you're both used to being in charge. You're both dominant personalities", stated Percy, tapping his pen against his clipboard.

"That's... a fair assessment", admitted Octavian after a moment. "Very well. We'll hear you out."

"Ever heard of a triad before?", offered Percy mischievously. "Let's add an omega to your relationship, someone willing and happy to submit, to ease both of you."

Octavian drew his brows together even more at that. "...That is a rather... logical solution."

"If you could like stop acting so surprised that I'm not in fact a total idiot?", asked Percy dryly.

"And here I thought you'd be taking it as a compliment", said Octavian pointedly.

"Why would I? I know I'm clever. I'm like the only person who knows that", huffed Percy, giving Octavian a look. "Someone acting stunned that I'm not an idiot is not a compliment."

"You're not", stated Luke with a serious look on his face as he sat down next to Percy and laid an arm around his shoulders. "You're not an idiot and you're not the only person who knows that. I know how clever you are, Perce. I've been teaching you and mentoring you and seen you during your missions and the things you come up with."

"That's why you're my favorite", declared Percy with a smirk.

"Get on with your idea, less schmoozing", muttered Octavian and rolled his eyes.

Percy stuck his tongue out at Octavian. "So I made a list of potentially fitting omegas, both Roman and Greek. I figured you two could... just... try. Dating them, or hooking up with them."

"That's... You put a lot of thought into this", noted Luke with a small smile. "Thank you."

"Of course. You're one of my best friends, Luke. I want you to be happy", shrugged Percy.

"Now, can you leave again so Luke and I can go back to what we were doing...?"

"You're such a horny bastard, I think you may actually need two lovers", snorted Percy. "Have fun."

/break\

"Okay seriously I am growing tired of everyone just looking absolutely miserable in the living room", grunted Percy annoyed as he entered Octavian's mansion.

He had learned lock-picking from Luke and when no one opened the door, he just entered. Only now did he consider that they could have had sex and not opened because of that. Huh.

"Your plan was a disaster", growled Octavian displeased.

"What? No. I found a perfect line-up of compatible omegas who'd be totally into you", huffed Percy and crossed his arms. "It anything, it's on you. Seriously. How did you fuck up?"

He sat down between Luke and Octavian and listened to their complaints about what went wrong with each and every single omega. Too submissive, not submissive enough, shallow, didn't give good comebacks, was too morally upstanding (which, actually came up twice, once by each of them), was too crooked, had an obnoxious laugh, was too tall (apparently, both did agree on wanting a short omega who could be nicely tucked under one's chin. That was... oddly specific but who was Percy to judge; he had been single for literally all his life now), too Greek, too Roman.

"Okay, okay, okay, I've had enough!", interrupted Percy exhausted after two hours.

He was laying between Luke's legs, leaning back against Luke's chest, with Luke resting his head on Percy's for comfort. Octavian was sitting opposite them with a thoughtful look on his face.

"So, any grand suggestions, Perseus?", inquired Octavian.

"Give me time. I'll come up with a better list. Now that I know what you want", declared Percy.

/break\

Over the following three weeks, Percy was a regular guest at the Simmons estate, mostly just to hear Octavian and Luke tell him how every single date they went on was a disaster. They ate while they talked, were sprawled out on the couches comfortably. Occasionally, they even cooked together. Luke and Percy had quite the good rhythm with each other. Sometimes, they'd even talk about other things, Luke and Octavian running official business by Percy to get his opinion. The thing was, not just Luke, who had kind of always done that even at Camp Half-Blood, but also Octavian. Octavian Simmons asking for Percy's opinion and actually listening to it. That was how far they had come. Percy even kind of moved in; what with summer ending, his stay at the fifth cohort ended – training was only during the summer, otherwise the kids and teens did have to attend school and such. So Percy got to stay at the fancy, large Simmons mansion.

So, naturally, Percy was really frustrated as he laid on the couch in the praetors' living room after the next meeting of the leaders. Because as much fun as he had, he was acutely aware that all his plans had backfired so far and thing worked out. He was invested, he wanted it to work out. He wanted Luke and Tavy to be happy – Luke always called Octavian 'Tav' but considering Octavian was constantly calling Percy 'Perseus', this was kind of his payback.

"Wait. Why are you looking miserable laying in our living room?", asked Reyna surprised.

Percy tilted his head up and looked at Reyna, Annabeth, Jason and Rachel walk in. All with... smiles and easy expressions on their faces. Wait. This was odd. Percy frowned at them in confusion.

"Why aren't you?", countered Percy slowly and sat up.

"Because your plan actually worked", offered Annabeth. "You were right. They are more at ease, they joke with each other and agree on things, instead of posing."

"But...", started Percy, his confusion growing. "...Never mind. I..."

He got up and walked out, aware that the others were looking at him funny. With determined steps did he head back to the Simmons mansion, where he was indeed greeted by Luke and Octavian laughing in the kitchen. When Percy walked in, even before he could open his mouth to interrogate them, Luke pulled him in to scent-mark him and nuzzle his chin into Percy's hair. Once he let go, Octavian offered Percy a blue cupcake, to which Percy reacted by purring softly in delight.

"We got pizza and on our way, I saw these in the bakery. I thought you may enjoy them."

"Aw. You big softy", teased Percy pleased and bit into his cupcake. "Okay so, who is it?"

"Who is what?", asked Luke as he set the table, handing Percy plates.

Without words, they easily worked with each other to set the table for three. "The omega with whom it worked out. The others said you finally stopped being super bossy alphas during the meeting. So, which one actually worked out? I thought you hadn't gone to any dates in like... a week at least. Is that because you met the right one before that...?"

At that, Luke paused and turned to look at Octavian. While Percy finished his cupcake, the two alphas had one of their no-words-needed conversations. Percy arched one eyebrow at them as he took a slice of pizza – with pineapples and peppers, just how he liked it. Well, okay, the first time he had ordered it was solely to mess with Octavian's head, but honestly, it was pretty damn good.

"Perce, the reason we stopped going on the dates you set up and... probably also why we are more at ease is because of you", stated Luke softly, reaching out to take Percy's hand.

"...I don't get it. I a mthe reason you went on those dates", pointed Percy out.

"Yes. And you're the reason we stopped", sighed Octavian. "You are the omega who fits perfectly to us. You're mouthy and cheeky, you give counter and your honest opinion, you're not shallow or dumb, you're powerful and strong, but... actually, with us, you've been submitting too."

"You're perfect for us", agreed Luke with a smile. "That's why we stopped looking. And you... over the past few weeks, you have already become a part of our relationship. You have already been balancing us out, even if we weren't really fully together."

"...Oh", grunted Percy stunned and sat fully down.

"That's why we didn't say anything", chuckled Luke, his smile turning kind of sad. "I expected, after everything – and with the age-difference – there is no way you'd want to... be with us. You have your fair pick of alphas to choose from, absolutely everyone."

"I...", started Percy and frowned at them. "Uh... don't know about that, but I... I think you are right that... I might have become... kind of a part of your relationship without noticing. And I think... I like that. I've been... really happy lately. So... if you'll have me, we could give this a try? Together?"

"We'd... like that, Perseus", agreed Octavian, his voice unusually soft.

"Huh. I told Rach and the others I could solve this. And I did", grinned Percy pleased before he pulled each alpha down and gave each a quick peck on the cheek. "Man, I'm good."

#writersmonth2019 #Luktavercy #Luke Castellan #Octavian #Percy Jackson #PJOverse #Fanfiction #Fluff #Pining #Phoe's Tumblr Drabbles #redhead24writer

[hellolittleogre]

Dusting off the archives

Since I like a lot of other fanfic writers are spending this time aggressively staring at different WIPs and NOT WRITING I thought I would dust off various WIPs which have stalled through the years. These are to a large extent morgue files, they will probably never be finished fic. I thought I’d share what I have written, plus synopsis or outline if I have it. I feel like they are like rings in the core of a glacier and different trends and tropes can be read in them. Some of them are also incredibly embarrassing.

Under the Cut: Avengers kid fic

Fandom: The Avengers

Paring: Clint Barton/ Phil Coulson 

Working Title: Uhhhhh.....Superspy Daddies  (not brilliant I admit)

Year written: 2012 (god help us all)

Synopsis: Clint meets Tasha when she ‘s a wee spy child and decides to adopt her. After a few years on the run they are caught up by SHIELD and recruited. There is something mysterious going on and they are assigned an alias as a family, with two dads and Natasha. Enter spy shenanigans and fake marriage and falling in love. Yay! Everything is safe and nothing hurts.

                                                       **

Natasha was seven when she met Clint. She can still remember the impact when she hit him, how she had launched herself into his body and sent them both tumbling.  They had ended up on the floor. Natasha with her knife to his throat and Clint with an arrow in his hand the point just pressing against her ribs.

It should have been easy, a clean-cut job of getting into the house, making the target and getting out again but something had been wrong, men positioned in places they shouldn’t and suddenly hostiles everywhere and a blond man with a bow taking out people with unerring accuracy.

She remembers the surprise in his face, how open it was.

“But you are just a child,” he had said in astonished and slightly accented Russian. It made her want to smile because she hadn’t been a child for a long time now.

“I am Black Widow,” she said simply, when she had planned to say nothing at all. The man stared at her.

“Ok, so, I’m going to lower my hand now, nice and easy, like this yeah?” The arrow was slowly removed from her ribs. “We have about ten minutes before my backup gets here so listen. You can kill me and go on doing what you are doing or I can get you out of here, somewhere safe and you can either come with me or go your way, but you don’t have to do this anymore.”

He is, possibly, the first person she can remember who has offered her something without asking anything of her. The idea intrigued her, that somebody could do something for you without wanting anything in return, that there could be actions without purpose or gain.

“You are not a pervert, are you?” She knows about those, they are easy, all soft words and soft hands right up to the point where they are not but then usually it is already too late. He actually laughed at that, a soft huff of air as if she had said something honestly funny.

“No, no perverts here m’am. Nobody but us chickens.” She does not understand that, it had been nobody but them and maybe a handful of dead men, no chickens at all. She frowns at him.

He sighed. “I’m Clint.”

She thought about it, the sharp edge of her knife resting against his throat, but. He has offered to do something for her without asking anything in return. He could have killed her but he didn’t. And he doesn’t want her to kill anyone, he doesn’t seem to want her to do anything. Maybe she can trust him.

“I’m Black Widow,” she says again. She doesn’t have to trust him much, or for long.

In the end they had gotten out through the air ducts. Crawled out a couple of yards behind the perimeter and Clint had then calmly walked her through the tail end of the increasingly panicked ranks of the mission, even snagging his own jacket and bow case from the back of a van. He had draped the jacked around her shoulders and pushed her lightly in the back. “Just keep your head down and walk, nice and easy.”

Natasha had to admire the audacity of it, she is not sure anymore but she believes at one point he even nodded to somebody he knew before getting her into the night. Quietly slipping away.

They go through Europe first, down through Ukraine and Romania to Serbia, Croatia and finally Italy. Clint makes Natasha cut her hair in the bathroom of a gas station. Says that maybe a man and a young boy might draw less attention. Hands her the scissors with an: I ain’t going to touch you, kiddo and closes the door. Her hair is now short and jagged and fiery red and she likes it. It takes her three months before she finally tells Clint her name is actually Natalia Romanova and he grins at her, delighted. “I’m Hawkeye,” he says.

Slowly as Natalia learns to trust him she tells Clint about the Red Room. She has a hard time remembering anything before that but she remembers training, learning and the experiments. 

They had been together for nearly a month when Clint accidentally cuts himself. Its straight across his palm and deep and painful as fuck.  Clint tries to stem the blood flow with a shirt and cursing under his breath. Natasha is strangely unperturbed, as if she can’t understand why he is making a fuss.

“Its not so bad, you just put band aid on it and it’s gone in the morning,” she says, shrugging her shoulders. Clint takes it that she meant, it will be gone in a sort of, it will still be there but at least it wont bother you fashion. As it turns out she means it quite literally.

The next night as they make camp she gives his bandage a suspicious look but says nothing. Clint is cleaning the wound with some water heated on the fire, it stings like a bitch but looks like it will heal nicely, looking up he sees Natasha across the fire, her face is white and her eyes are like saucers. Then she is by his side, prodding and poking at his hand with ungentle fingers.

“You are still hurt, why are you still hurt, why hasn’t it healed? Are you ill, what is wrong with you?” She is as animated as he has ever seen her, shaken up and honestly confused and terrified. It takes a while to calm her down to explain that when ordinary people get hurt it takes weeks and weeks for them to heal, and this is normal and it doesn’t mean that Clint is sick or dying. It is perhaps the first time Natasha lets on that she really cares. It is also the point when Clint realises how truly different she is, and the extent of those experiments. She takes out his knife and makes a shallow cut across the back of her hand and lets him watch as it fades into pink nothingness in a couple of hours.

In Croatia, Dubrovnik, Clint takes her to the beach, all blue water and fishing boats bobbing on the waves. It's the first time she has seen the sea. The water is so clear you can make out all the little fishes darting after each other along the shallows. After only half a day in the sun her skin was so burnt her back broke out in blisters and the heatstroke made her throw up on the bus back to the room they’re renting. Clint pets her hair and nods to the large woman across the aisle, who has been making sympathetic noises and has given them a plastic bag.

“Red hair, can’t stand the sun, any of them. Her mother was just the same, God rest her soul, always so sensitive.” The woman clucks in distress and finds a cough sweet in the horrifying depths of her handbag. Natalia swears she can still feel the taste of it in her nose even after she has thrown up twice.

 All she could do was lie on her stomach in their tiny room with an ice clamp wrapped in a wet towel on her back. She doesn’t cry in pain but she considers it, the possibility. There would be nobody here to punish her for it now. Cling gave her purple and yellow ice lollies, the first she’s ever had, until her mouth was skinned and raw from them. She peels afterwards and sits in the bathroom and gets Clint to peel strips of skin off her back showing her the longest ones. 

“This is so gross,” he tells her after he’s managed to peel a strip of skin all the way from her shoulder down to the small of her back. The new skin underneath the flaking was pink and tender and dotted with tiny freckles. It’s the closest to fun she has had in years.

Clint has never taken care of anyone in his life, not himself and much less anyone else. Things such as regular meals, bedtimes and food which is not pizza is pretty much new and foreign country to him.  It took him about a year to figure out that Natalia needed to go to school, because he could teach her English just fine (except maybe not words like corium and discombobulate) and some maths, as long as it had to do with geometry and seriously, he has been briefed on so many cities that they are probably good for geography for a while, but the rest of it? He has no idea. 

They stayed in Naples for six months, long enough for Clint to work out a way to get into the US and for Natalia to lose her accented English and learn a quite impressive smattering of Italian. Then, they are found. The same car stands parked on their street three days in a row, inconspicuously nestled under a great chestnut tree and Clint calmly tells Natasha to grab the overnight bag in the hall and they walk past is slowly and calmly, looking straight ahead like they were just heading for the park to enjoy the afternoon sunshine. The agents are Russian and in the end it turns ugly, they barely get away and leave corpses on their trail. They get on a plane to America a month ahead of schedule and it is a far too narrow escape. It’s only after this, after their narrow escape to relative safety that Natalia begins to have nightmares.

“Clint?”

“Yeah”

“Can you tell me a story?”

This is the third time the same night Natasha has woken from nightmares and Clint has resigned to sleeping on the floor by her bed instead of going back to his own. He has a lumpy pillow wedged under his head (in fact, he suspects it to be Natasha’s stuffed bear, Phillipov).

“A story, what about?”

There is a silence; it is long enough that he would have suspected that she had dropped off but for her calculated breathing. She is thinking about something, not sure how to phrase it.

“Angela has stories,” she says at last. Angela is Tasha’s friend from school, one of the few she has made. “I mean, her mom tells her stories about her, when she was little, what she said, when she was bad, you know. Could you, could you tell a story about me? When I was little?”

And Clint opens his mouth to say he can’t do that, he never knew her when she was little and lived in a facility where they trained her and filled her blood with god only knows what and then realises that’s not the point. Natasha knows this, but she wants a story. Not a lie, a story, about herself, when she was little, what she might have done. Clint exhales deeply and tries to think.

“Do you remember when we lived in Italy, in Naples? In that tiny apartment and your roll out bed?  Well, a couple of years before that we lived for a while in Rome, but you were so little, only four, you can’t possibly remember. We lived, you and me then, in this small apartment outside of Rome. The kitchen was tiny, but it had this huge fridge-freezer unit, this monster from the fifties in avocado green with a door thick like the safe to a bank vault and the freezer on top of it. It was like a fridge for a large Italian family with a grandma and a fat uncle with a moustache and not just for the two of us. Now it was summer and that apartment was always hot and you wanted gelato but I wouldn’t give you any because it was just before dinner and you couldn’t reach the freezer by yourself. So you had this trick of wedging a kitchen chair against the fridge, on its back legs and then climb up onto the back of the chair so you could open the freezer.”

Clint could actually see it before him, this small, determined version of Natasha, dragging the chair across the room and her bare feet soft against the linoleum floor.

“It used to make me so mad, y’know. You could fall down and split your skull, knock your teeth out, anything. And I caught you this one time, balanced on the chair with your head in the freezer and I got so mad and I yelled at you, and I said: You are driving me nuts, you’ve got to stop doing this. Do you want me to go crazy?”

And you said, without even looking away from the ice cream box: I don’t want you to go crazy. I want ice cream.”

There is silence and then Natasha laughs, it’s just a puff of amusement, there and gone again but its genuine. After a while he reaches up a hand and feels Nat stick her little paw in his. It is soft and slightly sticky, squeezing around his for a moment before she settles down.

“That’s a good story,” she says sleepily and after a while she falls asleep.  Clint is not so lucky but at least there are no more nightmares for tonight. After this she wants a lot of them, Clint tells her about fishing trips, about that time in the Natural History Museum when she thought she was lost in the room with all the gorillas, when Clint was standing right  next to her all the time.

Clint sweats the whole ten hour flight to America. Tasha curls up in her seat and pretends to sleep the whole way, the air hostess giving her a colouring book and nearly subconsciously petting her hair. There is just something about the short curls that people seem helpless to resist.

In the end it is only bad luck that Shield found them. A lot of bad luck at the same time but only chance in the end. Anyway that’s what Clint claims, Agent Coulson maintains that luck had nothing to do with it and it was the result of several years of hard work on his part and if anything it was lucky that Shield found them first and not the Russians. 

They have been living in the US for years now, slowly drifting across the north and the mid west, Clint picking up work where he can find it. They always have emergency bags packed but it was a while since they’ve had to use them. 

It was nearly five years since Clint found Natasha, or she found him, four years of Clint jumping from job to job and Nat from school to school but lately the time between moves become longer and longer. Clint had a job he actually likes, working as a bit of everything in a school for deaf kids. Natasha has friends to sit with her at the lunch table, has started playing soccer, and it turns out she is menace on the grass. They feel safe, five years have gone by and nothing has been seen or heard and maybe it has made them complacent. Maybe its just nice to belong somewhere. Tasha has friends on her soccer team and comes home grass stained and happy. She’s hit a growth spurt and reminds Clint of a foal with long gangly limbs.

It starts with a parent teacher visit, just a stupid mistake. It's Tasha’s homeroom teacher who gives Clint a considering look and remarks that he looks a bit young to have a daughter her age. And that’s all it takes to get the ball rolling, somebody looking just a little extra at the adoption papers and suddenly there is a social worker outside the door. Clint and Tasha are professional liars and it comes to nothing in the end but the notice is already logged into the system, leaving a minute paper trail for people who know where to look. And then Clint had gotten ill with the flu, enough to just not pay attention the nondescript car parked on their street for two days in a row. They are unprepared for it when Clint, kept awake by coughing, spots the stealthy movement on the street and there is no time, no time for anything other than getting out. The rain is pouring down and Tasha is still in her pyjamas, shoes held in one hand. As it turns out the location of their backup storage is compromised and Clint barely makes it out with one bag, containing a change for Natasha and barely enough cash to make it out of town. They don’t try to go to the second one, where Clint’s bow and arrows are stored. It hurts, that bow is as much a part of Clint as his arm, but if it is undetected they can come back for it and if it has been found it is not worth trying to get it back.  They make their way north on foot and hitchhike, avoiding gas stations and bus stops, suddenly nothing feels safe anymore, everywhere is strange and threatening. Clint’s flu had gotten worse and developed into a deep rattling cough that won’t let go and claws at his chest with dull teeth. There was no time to rest and the constant chill of their travel had made it into pneumonia.

They end up in a motel, where everything within the range of the little electric heater is stuffy and fever-hot and everything outside of it cold and damp. Clint lies propped up on the two slim pillows, Natasha is sitting at the foot of the bed, cleaning out her gear, her face cool and efficient. They both know Clint can’t go much further without rest and proper care, they both know they can't turn to a hospital and there is not enough money for any under the table dealings, even if they had the contacts in this part of the country.

It's only logical that she should go on alone, she has a much better chance to get away. How she is going to make it in the long run neither of them mentions.

“You have a quarter?” she asks “I just wanted something from the vending machine.”

Clint nods towards his bags and when she comes back she packs everything in her bag neatly, all her gear cleaned, three knives on her, one in her sleeve, one in her shoe and one at the small of her back. She puts the blankets over Clint. Go to sleep, she tells him. When he wakes up Tasha is curled up next to him and Shield breaks down the door.

They are being debriefed by Hill and Coulson, and a team of junior agents, even Fury is there, scowling behind the eye patch. Howard and Tony Stark is their target, it is just a scouting mission, there has been some untoward suspected HYDRA activity in Stark Industries.

The pale manila folder lands with a dull sound in front of Clint. It contains, in addition to information on the targets, the cover stories for the job.  Natasha squints down at the pages.

“I will be Clint’s adopted daughter and we are living with his brother, my uncle Phil?” Coulson, first name Agent, inclines his head slightly.

 “We felt it was best your handler was with you on site,” he says mildly.

Natasha gives him a slanted eyebrow of disbelief and snorts into her folder “yah, because a grown single man living with his brother and a young girl is not weird, at all,” she says in Russian and rolls her eyes at Clint. He tries not to laugh and hopes not too many at the table can understand. Judging by the twitch in Fury’s eye, he should be so lucky.

Just before the elevator closes Hill shows up and smacks a new folder into his chest.

“Your updated covers,” she explains, “ as I understood there were complaints about the last ones.” She gives Nat a nasty look. Clint opens the folder and starts scanning the content. There are papers, degrees even, official adoption papers and also…

“Hang on, we are married now? How is that better??”

They arrived back at the house at five in the morning, Clint practically carrying a half asleep Natasha and Phil felt so tired as if he was moving through molasses. He managed to change his clothes and brush his teeth before sitting down on the sofa and completely running out of energy. Mechanically turning on the tv and finding antiques roadshow on and just sitting there with the flickering light over him.

After a while Barton came down and slumped beside him, head leaning back and his eyes closed. 

“She’s brushed her teeth and she’s in bed now, I think actually asleep.  I hope to hell there will be no nightmares because I don’t know if I have the energy to even get out of this couch.”

“I’ll get it,”Phil says even though he feels like his spine has been boiled to the consistency of a wet noodle and all he wants to do is sleep for a week. Clint makes an exhausted noise beside him and slumps back against the couch, after a little while his head tips over onto Phil’s shoulder. He can feel the soft hair against his jaw and neck. Clint’s breath skates moist and warm over his neck and collarbone. It’s the best thing he has felt in ages and parts of him wishes he really could lean over and cover Clint’s mouth with his own and pull him close. Instead he leans back, promising himself it will only be for a second and then he promptly falls asleep.

Clint wakes up with the most awful crick in the neck. He is still on the sofa, squashed onto his side and his face plastered to Phil’s shoulder. He might even have drooled a bit on his t-shirt. At some point during the night they had managed to wedge themselves into the sofa, Phil mostly on his back and Clint, well, mostly on top of him. He tries to move his legs and find them stuck under something. Something turns out to be Nattie, curled up like a ball at the end of the sofa and her head pillowed on what might be Phil’s hip. Everything hurts like a motherfucker. Its not the discomfort that’s woken him though, it was the soft sound of the front door. Peeling his face slowly from Phil’s shoulder he raises his head to find Steve, Tony and Pepper awkwardly standing in the doorway staring at their slightly inappropriate family re-enactment of the Gordian Knot.

“Sorry Mr C,” Pepper says “the door was open.”

He really, really hopes he had the sense to take off the leather suit before he fell asleep last night.

#writing #morgue files #lets celebrate all the dead ends #the avengers #black widow #clint Barton/ Phil coulson #the dialogue is not good you guys #first installment #cleaning up my google docs

[fallingin-like]

november 13

don’t bury me (with a coin under my tongue) by @mr-im-fine​ [requested by @jsteneil]

see which other fics i’m reviewing this month! / my review request post!

this is a wonderful fic with urban fantasy, with a lot of the characters as demigods. this was really fun to read and it sucks you in so you don’t realise you’ve reached the end of the chapter until you can’t scroll anymore. this fic is incomplete. [edit: this fic is complete now!]

okay okay first of all, this fic was such a throwback for me, and i think that contributed to why i enjoyed it as much as i did! i remember reading and enjoying the percy jackson series growing up and i thought that you did a great job adapting it with the aftg characters! this was a really interesting read, i can’t wait to see what is next.

some parts that stood out to me:

MATT BEING A SATYR!! what in the world this is an amazing fit for him! love that bit on him saying he hates the fake turf

bless neil being able to take on the birds!!

i find it so fascinating to think of mary having been to camp half-blood. what made her experience so negative? who was there at the time? i’d love to see this explored more in the next chapter (but also it’s so much to unpack with only one chapter left!)

”but. neil has been alone for so long. being invisible sounds tempting enough” !! love this, it makes neil’s decision seem more rational and understandable. a camp where you’re basically invisible? sign him up!!

”he doesn’t tell matt, but there are enough tricks up his sleeve that they manage to avoid any monsters” oh my goodness i am so so interested in knowing more about this and i’d love to see you describe neil at work keeping all the monsters away

woah i totally forgot about demigods being super smelly haha i like the way that you incorporate this into the introductions to all of the characters, teaching us more about them through neil’s perspective

oh wild! kevin already has his chess tattoo! did he previously have a 2 in this au or was it always the queen?

”[kevin] doesn’t look that friendly either” lol what a mood kevin

”the scent that hits him is strong, too strong for this person to be the descendent of just one god” gasp gasp gasp i need to know immediately everything about wymack in this au

”he doesn’t, technically, have a godly parent, but his mother did” oh? i am very interested in learning more about this

”being known, even just to some monsters, was intoxicating” oh neil no baby, why are you like this? (also this is SO in character wow it sounds exactly like something neil would say)

”neil considers his bag. it’s all he has, but nothing he’s hugely attached to.” thank goodness, i always get nervous for neil in the Leaving Behind His Duffel With His Very Important Duffel Scenes and i’m glad that i don’t have to be too concerned for him

”kevin and andrew stand at the doorway, a giant and child next to each other. neil hadn’t realized just how short andrew was, nor how tall kevin was” OH MY GOODNESS I LOVE THIS!!

okay the terrible latin is amazing “their accents are identical and terrible” this is the best. also i really like that you have a common language between andrew and kevin that they think nobody understands

very interesting to have palmetto still as a campus even as it’s a camp/hideaway for the demigods

oh allison as a daughter of ares is so perfect. so much hidden power

”he was yelling about inefficient dishwasher sorting earlier today” kevin!!! this is justs the sort of petty thing i can imagine him being worked up about

”he grew up speaking greek… and he was so insufferable i almost didn’t want to learn it” oh my goodness

i am going to unpack my thoughts on neil’s godly parentage later because there is so much

”together, they push off the side of the entablature, using kevin’s ability to float to the ground” okay 1) KEVIN CAN FLOAT TO THE GROUND WHAT and 2) seems like the pair do that regularly which must be so so bad for andrew’s fear of heights

ohhh boy, you did a wonderful job at describing andrew revealing his ultra protective side 

the coin, what does this represent? (i have forgotten so much of my greek mythology whoops)

”nicky makes a ‘wahoo’ sound” LOL

hhh neil setting of andrew’s warning system? i am so invested in this story

okay time to discuss neil. this is probably my favourite part of this fic, you do such a great job of keeping everything mysterious and leaving me wanting to know more. introducing nyx and whatever nathan is keeps things interesting because i have no idea where you are taking this and i want to know so bad. i’d love to hear of all the powers that neil has from nyx, gathering strength from the darkness, his shadow travelling, being able to escape from situations. and this unknown power from his father “neil has something older buried in his blood” i LOVE this. “spawn of a minor god, trying to hold neil back?” the wording of this was wonderful, somehow it is able to describe how powerful neil is in comparison to everyone else. i cannot believe you just threw in that neil was born in the underworld!! way to end a chapter.

i think your characterization was really great at keeping the characters recognizable, but fitting for this au. i’d love to know what godly parent you assigned to all the characters (even the ones you haven’t mentioned yet). this fic was just so entertaining to read, there’s so much that you’ve done in this chapter and i will eagerly await the next update. thank you so much for writing this!!

[edit: i wrote this review before the fic was completed!! sorry i did not have a chance to comment on the whole fic.]

#don't bury me (with a coin under my tongue) #aftg fic review #raelle writes

[caspian-skye]

I wrote a little thing from Alexandra’s point of view. It’s the morning after she joins Twilight Crusade, written in a diary a week later. Is this fluff? I don’t think I’ve ever written fluff, everything I write is angsty as hell with some comedy sprinkled in it.

August 23rd

It’s been a week since I joined Twilight Crusade.

I don’t know why I did it. Scratch that, actually. I joined them because I’m tired of being alone, tired of wondering when I wake up on any given day if it’ll be my last. But still, I agreed to live with, and work with, 8 people I had no idea existed just a few days earlier. Something inside me told me to do it, but I’m not sure what.

I’m getting used to these guys. Azure, Dustyn, Rusty, and Ezelia are all super friendly, but they get weirder in that order. Not a bad weird. They’re honestly fun to be around. Raven isn’t stuck up like I thought, she’s just too shy to talk to me. If I initiate conversation, and if Rusty’s there too, she breaks out of her shell a bit, and she’s actually really nice as well. Greyson is interesting. He’s probably a nice person just like (most of) his friends, but he’s a little scary. I know he was the one who invited me to Twilight Crusade after I scared them all half to death, but he always has that pissed off look on his face, and barely talks unless it’s to Azure or about Twilight Crusade things. I’ve decided to keep away from Ember for now. She scares me, and though I don’t think she dislikes me, she’s been pretty cold and curt all the times I’ve talked to her. How is she such good friends with Raven, of all people?

And of course, that leaves Kita. I can’t let anyone, especially her, find out that I already have a huge crush on her.

The morning after I joined Twilight Crusade, I woke up at the brink of dawn. I took the liberty of checking Raven’s scroll to see the time, and it was just after 6 in the morning. The tent was unbearably hot and stuffy from the 4 people who crammed into it for the night, so I quietly climbed over them to get outside. Six is about the time of day I wake up in late Summer anyway. It’s bright outside, but not searing hot just yet. It’s the perfect time to move and find a town, or someplace with water.

On my way to the camp bathrooms, I noticed Kita was already awake as well. She paid me little notice apart from a side-eyed glance, as she was deep in what looked to be sword training. She slowly performed a series of several strikes, then reset and repeated them faster as I passed.

When I returned, I hadn’t the slightest clue of what to do. I knew Twilight Crusade wasn’t used to a nomadic life in the desert, so they probably wouldn’t be up for a while. I could’ve explored the campgrounds we currently live in, and I considered it for several moments as I sat at the table, twirling a surprisingly flexible twig from one of the campground’s trees in my fingers.

I noticed Kita beginning to approach, but I didn’t dare grant her much more than a quick glance and polite smile. Of course she seemed nice enough when we first met (she called my eyes BEAUTIFUL!), but since, she hadn’t said a single word. She’s always just... there. In the shadows barely beyond where you can see. And when you can see her, she has that blank, intense-as-hell stare.

That’s exactly why my heart skipped a couple of beats when, after a quick stop at the cooler, she took a seat at the table across from me.

“Good morning, Alexandra,” Kita said, bowing her head slightly.

My voice caught in my throat and I forgot how to speak. I think I managed to bid her good morning too.

“Do you feel as if you are settling in well?” Kita inquired.

“Well, kind of...” I admitted. “It’s all just a bit nerve wracking, you know? Like I’m a total outsider, and you guys have known each other for... well, however long you’ve known each other.”

I should take this time to note something. At this point, I was a bit self-conscious about the way I spoke to Kita. She’s so well-spoken. She has a noticeable accent, that even borders on heavy at times (I later found this accent to be from remote Mistral), but she speaks so clearly and calmly that I can always tell what she’s saying. It’s honestly relaxing, hearing her talk to me. Until I have to talk back. That part gets me.

“I understand how you feel,” Kita said. “I have only known them for a handful of moons-- forgive me. Months, I mean.”

“Really?” I asked. “You mentioned the Shrouded Fox yesterday. Were you with them?”

Kita cocked her head, as if considering her reply. “It is complicated,” she began. “I was a member of the tribe, until I was exiled. I joined Greyson after he helped save my people from a prophesied grimm attack which would have brought calamity to my people.”

“Whoa.”

Kita took a sip from the water bottle that sat before her. Her movement brought several things to my attention. First, her muscles. I really, really hope I don’t come across as creepy, but she’s so buff. She’s not built like a bodybuilder or anything, but what mass she does have looks to be entirely rock-hard, toned muscle. Her shoulders are broad, only when compared to her waist. The muscles under her skin rippled with her movement, and for a bit, my train of thought completely derailed.

This is definitely gonna come across as creepy, and I’m sorry. But I’ve seen her abs since this conversation and... wow.

Anyway, the second thing I noticed was her scars. The largest of countless knicks and slashes documented on her skin is on the center of her chest, and it’s about three inches across. It’s perfectly circular, with some strange symbol I’m not even close to recognizing. It looks like a burn. A brand, maybe? God, that must have hurt. The second scar I see is an oblong section of darkened, disfigured skin nearly an inch across on both sides of her forearm. Was that arm shot straight THROUGH?! This girl is a badass!

“I am actually quite curious about this world,” Kita noted. “If it does not bring any unpleasant memories, would you mind sharing a bit about your tribe?”

“Well, Raven actually explained us pretty well yesterday,” I recalled with a nervous laugh. “We of the Inyan were a nomadic tribe, and many of us were dust wielders. We took refuge wherever could support us, and would go into desert towns to sell dust, fabrics, and anything else we could find. All of it was destroyed the night my people were slain. All I could do to support myself, other than hunting for food and finding water, was sell stone sculptures. As you can imagine, they didn’t pay as well as dust and quality fabric.”

Kita cocked her head curiously. “Did you visit villages often?” she asked.

“The Inyan would visit once a week, every week,” I replied. “I visited less than that though. One person takes less feeding than an entire tribe.”

“I cannot imagine what it must have been like, to survive alone for many years,” Kita sympathized. “It was difficult enough to survive my exilation, which lasted nearly a moon. I had far more food and water available than you.”

“It’s not like there were people that would have killed me on sight though, I could go wherever I wanted,” I replied, perhaps a bit too flippantly. “Anyway, if you don’t mind me asking, what was your tribe like?”

“We were completely isolated from society, deep in the mountains of Northern Mistral,” Kita answered. “From a young age, all I knew was war, and worship of the Great Shrouded Fox. We were quite traditional, as well. We had set celebrations for the birth of a child, and ceremonies for those who joined the stars, among many other rituals.”

“You guys were completely isolated?” I questioned curiously.

Kita nodded. “The only times I had ever seen someone not of my tribe, outside of combat, were when outsiders came to investigate us,” she explained. “Raven was one such outsider. I aided her in slaying creatures of grimm. One of my tribemates saw, and I was exiled. Contact with those from the outside is forbidden, as it is thought to be dangerous.”

“Aren’t you even the slightest bit bitter about that? Toward anyone?” I asked.

Kita shook her head gently. “It was purely my choice, and I understood the consequences. Raven had been mistreated by those she called allies, and so I do not fault her either,” she said. “Yet still, it was quite the fall from grace. My family was second most revered, only to the village elder’s bloodline. I was to marry his son when I was of age.”

My blood ran cold. Up until this point I had fooled myself, thinking that I might actually have a chance with this girl. Now, I remembered. She’s straight. Definitely straight.

“Oh, I’m... sorry,” I offered. “I know-- I mean, I can imagine how it would feel to be pulled away from someone you loved.”

Kita cocked her head. “I do not know if I truly loved him,” she admitted. “The Shrouded Fox marries for strength, so our union made sense. I was the strongest unmarried woman of my tribe. Yet he was more than ten years my senior.”

“Do you feel love?” I asked. I covered my mouth, eyes widening as I looked to the ground. What. The. HELL did I just ask? It’s like I asked if she was a robot or something. Which, I mean, she seems like one until you actually talk to her. It’s kind of endearing.

Kita pinched her scarf between thumb and index finger, raising it above her nose to conceal her cheeks.

“Yes. I believe I do.”

#RWBY #RWBY OC #rwby fanfiction #shipping #RIP Alexandra Kita felt love for Greyson not her #How do I do italics on here

[dumbledearme]

chapter sixteen—wave of jealousy

read Child of Land and Sea here

Act III — Deep Blue Sea

Part I — If I never knew you I'd be safe but half as real. Never knowing I could feel a love so strong and true.

It was the Friday before winter break. Thalia had only been back for a couple of weeks. Andy hadn't had time to get to know the girl, she had gone home to her mother, and it killed her to think about Anthony and Thalia being together at camp.

She was very glad for this mission even though it was dark and snowy and terribly cold. Sally didn't want Andy to leave, but Anthony had managed to convince her. Sally thought he was the most levelheaded demigod ever and seemed to trust him with Andy's life. When they had left her house, Thalia had turned to Andy and said, "Your mom is cool."

Andy didn't know if she was mocking her or not. "Do you ever get in touch with yours?" she asked.

Thalia gave her the evil eye. She seemed to do that a lot. "If that was any of your business-"

"Alright, forget I asked." And they went on with their mission.

Westover Hall looked like an evil knight's castle. Thalia even shivered. "I wonder what Grover found here to send a distress call."

"Let's find out, Grace," Andy said and they headed inside. The place was huge and super creepy. Andy immediately grabbed her ballpoint pen and felt better when she saw Thalia rubbing her silver bracelet, her favorite magic item.

Anthony started to say, "I wonder where-", when the door slammed shut behind them. There was music coming from the other end of the hall. They headed that way but a man and a woman intercepted them.

"What are you doing here?" asked the woman.

"Visitors are not allowed at the dance," the man said. "You shall be ejected." He had a French accent.

Thalia stepped forward and snapped her fingers. A gust of wind rippled out from her hand, across the room. It washed over all of them. "We're not visitors," she told them. "We go to school here. You remember. I'm Thalia. And this is Anthony and Andy."

The man narrowed his two-colored eyes but hesitated. He looked at the woman. "Ms Gottschalk, do you know these students?"

The woman blinked. "I... yes, I believe I do, sir." she frowned. "Thalia. Anthony. Andy. What are you doing away from the gymnasium?"

Then Grover came trotting. "You made it! You-" He stopped when he saw the teachers. "Oh, Ms Gottschalk. Dr Thorn! I, uh-"

"What is it, Mr Underwood?" asked the man. "What do you mean, they made it? These students live here."

Grover swallowed. "Yes, sir. Of course. I just meant... I'm so glad that they made... the punch for the dance! It tastes delicious. Good job, guys."

Dr Thorn glared at them.

"The punch is excellent," said Ms Gottschalk. "Now run along. You may not leave the gymnasium."

Grover hustled them down the hall in the direction of the music.

"How did you do that with your fingers?" Andy whispered to Thalia.

"The Mist?" she said. "Chiron showed me how to do that."

"You've been back for like fifteen days!"

"Yes, and while you've been home enjoying life, Jackson, I've been training really hard."

Andy wanted to punch her face.

"Thank the gods you got here," said Grover.

"What's the emergency?" asked Anthony.

"I found two," he said.

"Two half-bloods?" Thalia asked, amazed.

Grover nodded. "Sister and brother. Sixteen and fourteen. I don't know their parentage, but they're strong. We're running out of time though. We need to get them out tonight."

"Monsters?"

"Only the one," Grover said. "He suspects. I mean, he knows what I'm here for, but he isn't sure which kid I want. Every time I try to get close to them, he's always there, blocking me. I don't know what to do." And he looked desperately at Thalia for an answer. Andy had to swallow her anger.

"Are they at the dance? The kids?" Thalia asked.

Grover nodded once more.

"Who's the monster?" Anthony asked.

"You just met him," Grover said. "Dr Thorn."

The ballroom was dark and hot and it smelled of sweat. Grover showed them the half-bloods by the bleachers. "There they are. Bianca and Nico di Angelo." The girl wore a floppy green cap half hiding her face. They looked very much alike, with dark silky hair and pale skin, and they used their hands a lot as they talked. The sister was scolding as the boy shuffled some kind of trading cards.

"Have you told them?" Anthony asked Grover.

The satyr shook his head. "You know how it is. That could put them in more danger. After they know the truth, their scent grows stronger."

"Let's get them and get the hell out of here," Andy suggested. She started forward, but Thalia stopped her. Dr Thorn was watching the di Angelos. "Ooo, I guess your little trick didn't work on him," Andy teased.

Thalia ignored her. "Don't look at the kids. We have to wait for a chance to get them. Throw him off the scent."

"How?"

"We're three powerful half-bloods, Jackson. Our presence should confuse him. Mingle and act natural. Dance and keep your eyes open."

"Dance?"

Thalia nodded. "Who chose the Jesse McCartney?" she complained. Grover took the blame. "You're so lame, Grover," she said. "Come on, let's dance." And she pulled him to the dance floor.

Anthony smiled.

"What?" Andy asked.

"Nothing," he said. "I just love having her back."

Andy considered smacking him.

"Let's dance, Seaweed Brain," he said taking her hand. As they moved, standing so close to each other, Andy forgot why she had been so mad at Thalia to begin with. She focused on the hand Anthony had on her waist. She leaned her head on his shoulder and completely forgot she was on a mission.

But then he spoke. "My dad decided to move," he told her. "Just when I was getting settled in New York, he took his stupid new job researching for a World War I book. In San Francisco, of all places."

Andy didn't understand what he meant. "He wants you to move there with him?" she asked miserably. "To the other side of the country?"

"Half-bloods can't live in San Francisco," he said. "He knows that." Andy was about to ask him why, but Anthony continued, "But it's more serious than that... I've been meaning to tell you this, but I've been so busy at camp with Thalia and everything..."

Andy stepped away from him. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"What?" he asked, puzzled.

"'Busy at camp with Thalia?'"

Anthony was about reply when he froze. "They're gone."

For a moment, Andy had no idea what he was talking about. Then she followed his gaze. The half-bloods were no longer near the bleachers. Dr Thorn was no where to be seen either.

"We need to find Thalia and Grover," Anthony said searching the crowd. "Come on," he said running, but Andy didn't follow him. She was busy experiencing a wild wave of jealousy. The last thing she wanted to do was find Thalia or she would kill her.

Then she saw Dr Thorn hurrying out a door with the brother and sister. She thought about warning the others, but that moment she couldn't bare to look at Thalia. So she took Riptide out of her pocket and ran after the monster. The door led to a corridor. Andy jogged to the end, opened another door and found herself outside in the snow. The cold wind shocked her after the warm of the gym.

She found the di Angelo kids standing in the open and rushed toward them. "Hey, you guys okay? I'm not gonna hurt you," she promised lowering her sword. "I'm Andy. I'm gonna get you out of here, alright?"

Bianca's eyes widened and her firsts clenched. Too late, Andy turned around. Pain exploded in her shoulder. A force like a huge hand yanked her backward, and slammed her against the closed door.

"Andromeda Jackson," Dr Thorn said. "I know who you are."

Andy forced herself to concentrate. She could feel the poison running through her veins. Dr Thorn stepped into the dim light. He still looked human but his face was ghoulish. There was something invisible behind him throwing knives.

"You three will come with me," he said. "If you make one noise, I will show you how accurately I can throw."

Andy closed her eyes and tried to summon Grover focusing her feelings through the empathy link they shared. She had no idea if it would work with him being awake, but it was the only thing she could do.

"What are you doing, Jackson?" hissed Thorn.

"My shoulder is burning," she lied, although that was truth too.

"Gah! My poison causes pain. It will not kill you," he assured her. "Now come." Thorn marched them into the woods. "There's a clearing ahead," he told them. "We'll summon your ride."

"Ride?" Bianca repeated. "Where are you taking us?"

"Silence, insufferable girl."

"Don't talk to my sister that way," Nico said, hesitantly, but Andy was impressed at his courage to say anything at all.

Thorn made a growling sound. When the woods opened up they reached a cliff overlooking the sea. Andy couldn't see it through the mist and darkness, but she felt the water somewhere under them. Dr Thorn pushed them toward the edge. Andy stumbled and the boy caught her in his arms.

"Thanks," she muttered.

"What is he?" he whispered. "How do we fight him?"

"I'm... working on it."

Thorn grabbed a cellphone and informed someone that 'the package was ready.' Andy glanced behind her considering how the fall would feel. Thorn noticed her interest and laughed. "By all means, child of land and sea. Jump! There is the sea! I would kill you before you reached the water. You do realize who I am, do you not?"

"Nah," she shrugged, which turned out to be a painful mistake. "I'm not a fan of monsters."

Thorn grinned. "Unfortunately, you are wanted alive."

"Who wants us?" Bianca cried. "Because we don't have any family but each other. So if you think you might get a ransom, you should think again."

"He works for Luke," Andy guessed. "Don't you?"

Thorn's mouth twisted with distaste. "You have no idea what is happening, Andromeda Jackson. The General shall enlighten you. You are going to do him a great service tonight. He looks forward to meeting you." He glanced at the horizon. "There it is. Your ride"

Andy turned and saw a light in the distance – an helicopter.

"Where are you taking us?" Nico asked.

"You should be honored, my boy. You will have the opportunity to join a great army. Just like that silly game you play with cards."

"You can take your great army and-"

"Now, now," Thorn cut. "No reason for rudeness. You will change your mind about joining us. And if you do not... there are other uses for half-bloods. The Great Stirring is underway."

"The Great what?" asked Andy.

"The stirring of monsters," he smiled evilly. "The worst of them, the most powerful, are now waking. Monsters that have not been seen in thousands of years. They will cause death and destruction the likes of which mortals have never known. And soon we shall have the most important monster of all – the one that shall bring about the downfall of Olympus!"

"He's nuts," Bianca said.

"We have to jump," Andy told her.

"You're nuts!"

Andy was about to argue with her when something invisible slammed into them. The di Angelos and Andy fell to the ground. Thalia came from behind Thorn wielding her magic shield, Aegis. Andy had never seen Thalia in battle before and had to admit it was intimidating. The girl had a spear in her other hand that she jabbed at Thorn's head, but he snarled and swatted the spear aside. He launched his missiles at Thalia - the things were coming out of his tail. Grover started playing a song with his pipes that made weeds grow and entangled Thorn.

He roared and began to change. He grew larger and his body took the form of a lion.

"Manticore," Andy heard Anthony's voice say.

"Who are you people?" Bianca demanded.

"A manticore?" Nico said, excited. "He's got three thousand attack power and plus five to saving throws!"

The thing turned toward them with a snarl. "Yield," it roared.

"Never," Thalia yelled. She was about to charge at him, but the helicopter hovered over them with a blinding light. The manticore swatted Thalia away with its tail. Her shield flew off into the snow. Her spear in the other direction.

The there was a clear, piercing sound: the call of a hunting horn.

The manticore froze. For a moment, no one moved. A glowing silver arrow hit his shoulder. He staggered backward, wailing in agony. The archers came from the woods. They were all girls, young and beautiful and deadly.

"The Hunters," Anthony said.

The tallest of the archers stepped forward. "Permission to kill, my lady?"

The monster wailed. "Direct interference it's against the Ancient Laws!"

The youngest of the hunters said, "Not so. The hunting of all wild beasts is within my sphere. And you, foul creature, are a wild beast. Zoë, permission granted."

The manticore lunged at Andy who was closer to him, but Anthony leaped onto the monster's back and drove his knife into its mane. The manticore howled and moved so crazed Anthony's cap fell of his head but he didn't let go.

"Fire!" Zoë ordered.

"No!" Andy shouted.

But the hunters let the arrows fly. The arrows hit everywhere and the manticore stumbled back, screaming. Before anyone could react, before Andy could do something, he fell backwards over the cliff with Anthony still on his back.

Someone let out a strangled scream; probably Andy herself. She managed to stand up and ran toward the cliff ready to jump after him, to do whatever was needed, when Thalia caught her with strong, bony arms.

"Let go!" Andy punched and slapped, but Thalia was bigger and stronger than her. Andy hit her on the stomach but Thalia didn't let go. "Please... Thalia!" Andy raised her eyes to glance at the daughter of Zeus and was shocked to find hopelessness and an apology there. And then it was like all her strength had left her, like her body had stopped functioning, and Andy couldn't remember how to stand.

She fell hard on the snow and prayed Hades would swallow her whole.

#andromeda #andy jackson #child of land and sea #fanfic #genderbend #dfcrosas #deep blue sea #anthony chase #thalia grace #grover underwood #nico di angelo #fem percy jackson

[halethesourestwolf]

I was tagged by @rafarobron4ever

rules: answer these 85 questions and tag 20 people

I am tagging: @drawerswithouthandles, @dingleminyard, @bisexualsugden, @escapingreality51, @minglewithadingle and whoever else wants to take part because I can’t keep up with everyone’s usernames at the minute like the horrible person that I am

— what was your last…

1. drink: apple juice 2. phone call: mum  3. text message: mum 4. song you listened to: One Direction - If I Could Fly 5. time you cried: not sure, it doesn’t happen often, but probably a few weeks ago

— have you ever…

6. dated someone twice: yes 7. kissed someone and regretted it: no 8. been cheated on: yes 9. lost someone special: yes 10. been depressed: yes 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: yes

— fave colours

12. orange 13. purple 14. black

— in the last year have you…

15. made new friends: sort of 16. fallen out of love: no 17. laughed until you cried: no 18. found out someone was talking about you: yes 19. met someone who changed you: no 20. found out who your friends are: I don’t really have any, so 21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list: no

— general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl: they’re either family or people I went to school with, except a few who used to be online friends, so, aye 23. do you have any pets: three dogs, a cat, and a guinea pig 24. do you want to change your name: yes, I’ve never liked my name, my surname holds bad connections for me, and I’d like a more gender neutral name because I’m genderqueer/non-binary 25. what did you do for your last birthday: sod all 26. what time did you wake up today: half ten 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: watching Teen Wolf and writing for Camp NaNo/ED Big Bang 28. what is something you can’t wait for: Louis Tomlinson’s album and Robron’s official wedding 30. what are you listening to right now: The Chase 31. have you ever talked to a person named tom: yes, I had a friend in primary school called Thomas who went by Tom

32. something that’s getting on your nerves: my laptop refuses to boot up and takes at least an hour and a half each time I restart, and the one I want to order is temporary out of stock, so I’m losing my mind, literally

33. most visited website: tumblr 34. hair colour: blonde, but I dye it ginger 35. long or short hair: medium to short, but short

36. do you have a crush on someone: eh, no, just fictional characters and famous people I’ll never get near

37. what do you like about yourself: not much right now, to be honest 38. want any piercings: I already have a fair few, but I always meant to get more and never got on with it 39. blood type: no idea, I have anaemia and can’t donate, so it’s never come up 40. nicknames: these days, I don’t really have one, but I used to go by Em or Ema, as in Eee-ma, and, uh, others, but yeah, no, not currently, which is sad because I hate my actual name 41. relationship status: single 42. sign: Aries 43. pronouns: she/he/they, but please never refer to me by anything strictly feminine because I struggle with being AFAB as it is 44. fave tv show: Teen Wolf, maybe, but all-time is Red Dwarf and Buffy 45. tattoos: no, but I’ve always wanted one 46. right or left handed: right handed 47: ever had surgery: yes, five, and all eye operations 48. piercings: eight in right ear, five in left, two in lip 49. sport: I don’t really play sport, but I sometimes watch football and women’s tennis, though mostly I’m not interested 50. vacation: I’ve never been on a proper holiday, but I’ve definitely not been anywhere since I was five, so it’s been forever 51. trainers: Converse

— more general

52. eating: chips 53. drinking: water 54. I’m about to watch: still watching the Chase 55. waiting for: the day I stop being in pain all day, every day, and find myself a love life of some sort

56. want: better health with less pain and more mobility, so I can lose the weight and generally enjoy life more 57. get married: I’m not sure if I believe in it, not for myself, anyway, it’s never something I’ve sat and dreamed about, but if I found myself in a loving relationship with someone who meant everything, then probably 58. career: author (sort of)

— which is better

59. hugs or kisses: hugs 60. lips or eyes: eyes 61. shorter or taller: taller means reaching top shelves, but either or 62. older or younger: younger  63. nice arms or stomach: arms 64. hookup or relationships: relationships 65. troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker

— have you ever

66. kissed a stranger: no 67. drank hard liquor: yes 68. turned someone down: no 69. sex on first date: no 70: broken someone’s heart: once maybe, but it was a mutual thing 71. had your heart broken: yes 72. been arrested: yes 73. cried when someone died: do animals count? I do struggle with appropriate reactions to things, though, so usually I don’t cry 74. fallen for a friend: yes

— do you believe in

75. yourself: not much 76. miracles: no 77. love at first sight: yes and no 78. santa claus: no, but I do believe in dirty old pervs who like putting children on their knees 79. angels: does Castiel count?

— misc

80. eye colour: blue 81. best friend’s name: the position is vacant 82. favourite movie: maybe The Avengers or Inception, or Donnie Darko, which used to be my favourite, or, uh, I don’t know, I like a lot of films, but not many become favourites (when they do, I wear the discs out) 83. favourite actor: Danny Miller and Ryan Hawley

84. favourite cartoon: Fireman Sam (the original), wait, does that count as a cartoon? Uh, Ghostbusers or Turtles, then, the originals again from back in my day 85. favourite teacher’s name: Miss Kelly was my favourite, she had a beautiful Belfast accent and she was pretty and kind, and, no, I wasn’t madly in love with her like an idiot

#meme #personal #me

[hannibalsbattlebot]

Church of One

An American Gods/Hannibal mashup for Fuller Fest. (Eventually going to post on ao3)

“The next one we’re going to is out in the sticks,” Wednesday said. “This time of year, they’ll be at their summer home in Montana. When it gets colder, they head for the warmer climes. The Florida Keys. Too bad its not winter.”

Shadow said nothing. They were going there for business, not a vacation.

“This man we are going to see…It could go either way,” Wednesday continued. “He’s a mixture of old and new; born out of brimstone, but suckled at the teat of Media. He could be an important ally.”

“If you can get him,” Shadow said.

Wednesday raised an eyebrow.

“I mean if he suckled at Media’s…teat..or whatever, will he want to turn against her? Isn’t she like his mother?”

Wednesday chuckled. “Relationships between parents and children can be fraught with conflict. I hope to agitate those feelings.”

“Stirring the shit as usual?”

“Stirring the shit,” Wednesday agreed. “Seeing what floats to the top.”

The last stretch of road was little more than a footpath through the trees. Shadow thought they would have to get out and walk at any moment, but somehow the large car kept finding a way between the trees until they finally came to a small cabin sitting in a clearing. Half a dozen dogs came from around the back, barking and rushing the car.

“Shit!” said Shadow and barely pulled his door closed in time as a husky mix jumped up and braced his front paws against the driver’s side window.

A sharp whistle from the cabin called the dogs away from the car. A dark-haired man stood on the porch, hands in pockets, watching sternly as the pack ran up the stairs to join him. However, for all his serious expression and scarred face, he didn’t look like a child of brimstone.

“You can come out,” the man on the porch said. Shadow opened his door slowly, waiting for the dogs to rush them once more, but they stayed seated at the man’s feet.

“Thanks for calling off the hounds,” Wednesday said as they mounted the porch.

The man eyed the wooden box Shadow was carrying and, still unsmiling, said. “He’s waiting for you inside.”

The cabin was small and the front door opened directly into the main room. There was a fireplace on the far wall, and although it was a warm day there was a fire roaring in it. A man sat in front of the fire, but slightly to the side, so he was half in shadow and half illuminated by the flames. The firelight played over the severe planes of the figure’s face and the knife-sharp pleat in his trousers.

“Come in,” the man said, his voice resonant with a strange accent Shadow couldn’t place. He leaned over and turned on a lamp and Shadow could see him better. The severe bone structure was still there, but with the full light on him, he was softened somewhat and  looked like a normal, if fastidious man. He was wearing navy blue slacks, dress shoes, and a smoothly-ironed electric blue shirt that lost none of its formality by having the top button left undone.

“I brought a gift for the host.” Wednesday motioned for Shadow to hand over the tributes: a single white truffle, sealed tight in a glass jar with a cork and red wax seal, and a bottle of wine still in the wooden crate they transported it in. On the way here, they had swaddled it like a baby so the ride wouldn’t shake up the sediment.

Their host stood to receive it.

“It’s a good vintage,” he said, using his thumb to wipe dust from the label. “Just barely. Its teetering on the edge of being overblown. We should drink this soon. Maybe tonight.”

“It needs to settle,” Wednesday said. “From the trip.”

“Would you at least stay for dinner? Will and I don’t often have guests.”

“Absolutely not,” Wednesday said with a smile. Curiously, the other man did not seem to take offense to that. “Unfortunately, we are in a bit of a time crunch.”

“I heard,” their host sat and indicated a chair next to his for Wednesday to sit in. “I don’t have another chair. How rude of me. Should I have my consort bring you one?”

“I like to stand,” Shadow said.

Their host nodded deferentially then turned to Wednesday. “Are you here to ask for my help? I’ve heard you’ve been supplicating all over the country and finally you find your way to me. I don’t know why I should consider helping you. Would you even want my help? I’m so far down on your list.”

“That’s more a function of geography than lack of respect,” Wednesday said. “Of course I respect you. You are the newest old deity I know. An old soul in a glossy new package. You could play an integral part in the war that is coming, the fight for the hearts and minds of this land. Let’s face it, you could only exist here, in this country, with a 24-hour news cycle and tabloid journalists scrabbling for profundity. But they have the depth of a wading pool and the attention span of a mayfly.” Wednesdays voice got low. “They are already forgetting about you. Last week there was a man in Florida who bit his girlfriend’s tongue off while they were fucking because he wanted to know what it would taste like.”

“Chewy, I would guess.” the man looked up at Shadow with a ghost of a smile on his lips. “At least they usually are, in my experience.”  Shadow felt a chill in the overheated room.

“They are already forgetting about The Ripper,” Wednesday said.

“They will never fully forget about me,” he said. “I will be feared in nightmares and taught in classrooms–”

“In a few years you will be on internet listicles with names like ‘Ten Shocking Killers You’ve Never Heard Of.’”

Shadow saw the anger flare up in the man’s eyes, although he remained perfectly still and otherwise expressionless.

“Such meager offerings,” Wednesday said. “Not what you deserve.”

“I have all the worshipers I need,” the man said. “I have my consort who is totally devoted to me.”

“One person? I think you are losing sight of the big picture here.”

“I have a foot in both camps, Wednesday,” he said. “So I have carved out a space for Will and myself that is in neither camp.”

“You make running from the cops sound like a utopia of your choosing.”

“I don’t believe discretion and prudence are the same as cowardice.”

Wednesday leaned forward. “What about the blood sacrifice? What about the meat that is passed through the fire?”

“I told you, my consort is very devoted,” he said. “When I want meat, I have it. Do I want a million people to have a vague idea of who they think i am or one person who knows me totally and would do anything, sacrifice anything to me and for me, up to and including his very life?” Again, the man, this Ripper, looked up at Shadow. Shadow couldn’t understand how brown eyes could look so heat-fired and yet so cold. “I took Will’s child and still he loves me. I spilled his blood and still he loves me. I stripped everything from him, and he is still with me.” 

The Ripper turned back to Wednesday. “ You cannot offer me that sort of devotion if I help you, but I may lose it if you fail. So, no, I will not help you. The outcome of this war does not affect me.”

“Even if it means you become yesterday’s news?”

“Even so,” The Ripper said. “I have created an entire universe for my consort and I to rule.”

“Rule? Rule what? You only have one worshiper.”

“And one is all I need.”

With that, the Ripper stood and showed them to the door.

 Will was still out on the porch when they left, seated now in a rocking chair, with the dogs clustered around him.

“He’s not going to help you, is he?” he said.

Shadow paused, but Wednesday kept walking to the car.

“No,” Shadow said. “He..uh..declined that opportunity.”

Some of the dogs raised their heads, but Will made a sound through his teeth and they settled back down.

“I’m a lot like you, you know. Or I was,” Will said. “I was just a person, not even a particularly religious person at that. I didn’t know what I was getting into. When I finally figured it out, it was too late.” Will leaned down to scratch the ear of the nearest dog. “Tell me, Shadow, have you ever looked the devil in the face?”

Remembering The Ripper’s eyes, Shadow said, “I may have.”

“What if you liked what you saw?”

Shadow didn’t answer. He couldn’t imagine what Will must have gone through to get to this point, if he really was “just a person” to start with.

“You can still go back,” Shadow said. 

“Here’s where myth and reality divide,” Will said. His eyes were the same blue as a cloudless summer sky. “No on wants me back.”

“That can’t be true.”

“Everyone is either dead or glad to see me gone,” he said. “Besides, I keep him away.” He nodded toward the cabin. “I keep the beast sated.”

“Can’t someone else do it?”

“No,” he said. He smiled, looking happy about that. “They tried and they’ve died. And here is where myth and reality converge again: I wouldn’t want to go back even if I could. I’m not bound to his underworld because I ate his food. I eat his food and live in his world because I am bound to him. Nothing else matters.”

“Are you trying to warn me or something?” Shadow asked.  He didn’t want to talk to this man any more. He could feel the fanatical devotion coming off of him in waves.

“Worship whatever gods you want, Shadow. But when you find one who worships you back? Run.”

#fullerfeast #hannibal #american gods #will graham #shadow moon #mythology au kind of #my fic #coming out of retirement #sorry for the long post read mores suck ass and look wonky on mobile #long post is looking long