#LIKE PERCY YOURE ON THIN ICE ALREADY

[mydairpercabeth]

Percy “I am impertinent” Jackson really looked Zeus dead in the eye and said “Your family is a mess”

#LIKE PERCY YOURE ON THIN ICE ALREADY #NO SENSE OF SELF PRESERVATION #BE SO FR #IJBOL #percy jackson #zeus #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson the lightning thief #annabeth chase #percy series #pjo tv show #percabeth #walker scobell #pjo tv #i am impertinent

[aroaceleovaldez]

im really not a fan of Rick's recent trend of recycling bits of his writing that got a good reaction the first time and acting as if that's a valid substitute for. actually bothering to write something original a second time around. It's clearly just there as a callback and nothing more.

It's "Nico's rage exploded" and "Percy's rage exploded" with the exact same paragraph formatting. It's CoTG having titles like "My Singing Makes Things Worse, and Everyone Is Totally Shocked" (reference to TLO, when Percy says he thinks his singing would cause an avalanche) or "Pretty Much the Best Good-Night Kiss Ever" (reference to TLO "Pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time") or any other number of near word-for-word references to the first series. It's Nico calling Percy "seaweed brain" in Un Natale Mezzosangue (when Percy says in TTC that anybody but Annabeth calling him that is a major offense). It's Nico and Will falling into Tartarus in TSATS word-for-word referencing Percy and Annabeth in House of Hades, despite it not making any sense for their characters (and otherwise being written as Percabeth 2™). It's the show making huge changes but keeping random "fan-favorite references" (mostly overusing "seaweed brain" and "wise girl" and emphasizing percabeth) only because they're popular in-jokes and considering that a faithful enough adaptation to market it heavily as such. It's lazy writing.

And it's a disservice to the series and to the audience, because it clearly shows Rick doesn't have original ideas anymore (though given all his writing is heavily derivative to begin with, it begs the question how much was original in the first place and how much he has difficulty when he doesn't have a structured mythological plot to work from) and that there is an expectation that the audience will just sit down and accept that behavior hook-line-and-sinker. Everything recently is clearly such lip-service to the audience, either in retcons that are overt speaking-to-camera acknowledgements of things he's been criticized on or wink-wink-nudge-nudges of community in-jokes that have no business in the actual text (see: over-use of ship names in canon). Especially since Rick tends to be about 5 years behind on the fandom uptake. It's just so disappointing to see.

#pjo #riordanverse #tsats crit #pjo tv crit #rr crit #< OH BOY A TRIPLE #MCGA's reference to Jason's concussions in the chapter titles is on thin ice but can stay for now #callbacks can work! in-jokes and references can work! see: Percy's dam joke in Son of Neptune #or Percy in the musical making the joke about his singing causing an avalanche as a reference to TLO #or any other number of references in the musical #but you need to know when they belong and when they ABSOLUTELY DO NOT #and when it's a fun nod and when it just feels like you're copying your own homework #a great example actually - i was recently reading an *excellent* fic by @vivitalks #and in it Jason uses the phrase ''you knock me out'' as a fun nod to Jason's ''you're a knock-out'' in TLH #that's a good little reference! that's how you do it! #a character who has already used one phrase uses a similar phrase. because theyre the type of person to say that phrase. #that's already been established. and it highlights something about their character that they return to that phrase #in that fic it highlights that Jason is a total dork especially when it comes to romance #Percy's ''dam'' joke reference in SoN works because it's only used once very briefly and it's very quickly brushed by #and it's literally Percy making a reference to his own past and acknowledging that he's doing that. it's his own in-joke! that's reasonable #it's not reasonable to expect FOUR DIFFERENT PEOPLE to have the EXACT SAME REACTION to FALLING INTO SUPERHELL #especially when they're established to all be EXTREMELY DIFFERENT CHARACTERS with DIFFERENT DYNAMICS #long post //

[wlntrsldler]

we can't be friends (wait for your love) | luke castellan

synopsis: where luke survives the battle of manhattan and returns to camp half blood, only to see you (his ex) in a new relationship.

based on we can't be friends (wait for your love) by ariana grande

luke didn’t plan on making it out alive from the battle of manhattan, but here he was, back in camp half blood, wishing that he succumbed to his wounds instead of fighting to stay alive. the camp was different, cold and foreign to him, even though he’d spent a good chunk of his life on the campgrounds. all his best and worst memories were made at camp half blood, but that life seemed unreachable now. at this point, luke didn’t know if the memories that he recalled were actually his or if they were just tricks kronos was still pulling on him. 

the campers knew him as the ‘traitor.’ the kids he used to help with their sword skills cowered in fear whenever he approached them. the apollo kids only tended to his wounds because they had to and even then, they glared at him and wrapped the bandages just tight enough not to cut off blood flow. the satyrs who used to slip him strawberries from their fields, spoke about him in hushed whispers whenever he walked by them. but the thing that hurt the most was seeing you walk around with theo harvey, hand in hand, just like he used to do with you. 

he didn’t have the right to be upset. it’s been years since the two of you were last together, years since he held your hand in his, kissed your lips, felt you asleep on his chest. it was before he turned into this monster with hands stained with the blood of the people he considered friends, considered family. he knew you’d move on. he told himself that he wanted you to be happy, to receive the love that you deserved, but selfishly, he knew deep down that he wanted you to have that with him– not the theo harvey, child of athena, favored by the gods. 

at first, luke thought he’d be able to make it through the summer. as far as he knew, the older kids didn’t stay at camp half blood throughout the year, but he was thoroughly disappointed when he found out that a lot of the older kids stayed to guard camp just in case something happened. luke blamed himself for his own suffering. getting used as kronos’ host hurt less than seeing your lipgloss on theo’s cheek when they sparred; or noticing that the necklace he made for you when he was 15 was replaced by the one that theo bought you; or hearing your giggles from across the campfire while theo whispered corny jokes in your ear. he did this to himself.

it made him sick to his stomach. he discreetly moved into the poseidon cabin with percy (he grew tired of his siblings falling silent every time he walked into the hermes cabin. he no longer knew how to sleep in silence because it was always loud and rowdy when his siblings were involved, but alas, that changed too). luke was scared of it at first, knowing that he was on thin ice with the gods, but percy, being percy, scoffed. 

“you already tried to dethrone them,” the younger boy joked, trying to lighten luke’s broody demeanor, “i think you staying in a cabin you’re not assigned to is on the bottom of your list of offenses.” 

“dude. too soon.” 

“my bad.” 

the trio tried their best to cheer luke up. they knew that it was probably difficult for him to come back to camp after everything, but it became clear quickly that luke’s mood was not just due to everyone at camp hating him, but rather because one person at camp wanted nothing to do with him. 

anyone who saw you and luke interact before everything went down, knew that there was something between you guys that nothing in the world could touch. none of them knew the extent of your bond until it was your voice that snapped luke out of kronos’ control. it took one word. one syllable. luke. the second he heard your voice, it was like a switch was flipped in luke’s brain. 

percy made an ill-timed joke after the dust cleared, “if y/n was all it took to bring you back, we would’ve dragged her to see you a long time ago, buddy. would’ve saved us a lot of time.” 

“percy.” 

on the way back to chb, luke revealed that he made a deal with kronos to keep you out of harm’s way. he only agreed to be kronos’ host if it meant that he would protect you, keep you away from all the bloodshed of the war. the titan agreed but underestimated your stubbornness and prowess. when you showed up to the battle of manhattan, a part of kronos knew that his plan was spoiled. 

so luke’s actions, sulking during meals, spending too many hours training, opting to be alone, made sense to them. you hadn’t so much looked in his direction since he arrived at camp half blood; not even a smile, a wave, an acknowledgment of his presence. it was painful to watch luke stare at you from across the room, longing evident on his face, only breaking his gaze when theo finally showed up to take his usual spot next to you. luke still loved you, that part was clear, but at what point was it too much? 

annabeth, who’d watched your love story unfold, and was your number one fan, was heartbroken to watch your relationship crumble. she liked theo, her half-sibling was great, but luke was her brother and as much as he messed up, she felt bad for him. you were it for luke. if luke was going to end up with someone, it was you. she always believed that it was written in the stars, crafted by the hands of fate, professed by the goddess of love herself, that in this life you and luke would prevail and when your time came to exist in the afterlife, you’d find each other in elysium. but with how things were looking, annabeth began to question her own belief system.

it happened during one of the many nights luke couldn’t fall asleep, no matter how hard he tried. he threw on one of the hoodies he left behind at camp before sneaking out of the poseidon cabin to smoke a cigarette, a habit he picked up during his days on princess andromeda. 

he saw you then, standing by the lake seemingly on patrol. he didn’t know that you’d be assigned to guard tonight. if he did, he probably wouldn’t have come out of the cabin. as much as he stared at you and scratched at his palms wanting to talk to you, he never made an effort to. he knew you well enough to know when you wanted nothing to do with someone and how you were treating him right now made your intentions very clear. 

luke was trying his best to be quiet, but he accidentally burned the tip of his thumb with his lighter and let out a hiss. you turned around immediately, sword drawn, in a fighting stance. you narrowed your eyes, trying to make out who was out of the cabins this late at night. 

“shit,” luke mumbled, stuffing his cig and lighter in his pocket. he’d been so distracted looking at you, trying to hide himself, that he didn’t notice the fire was so close to his skin. he raised his hands up, trying to show that he wasn’t looking for trouble, “i-i’ts uh, it’s just me. sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you.” 

you froze in your spot, arm slowly falling to your side. you placed your sword back in its place, walking over to him, “luke?” 

it was pathetic how the corners of his lips quirked up in a smile at the sound of his name leaving your lips. he hadn’t heard it since that day and it made a warmth spread across his chest. he wiped the smile off his face as you got close enough to see him, afraid that you’d think he was making a joke out of the situation. he stood there awkwardly as your eyes studied his face and his body, probably assessing if he was a threat. 

“hey, y/n,” your name tasted sour in his mouth. he hadn’t called you that in years, always referring to you as baby, or babe, or love, or another cringy pet name that you pretended to hate but the blush on your cheeks said otherwise. using your real name felt too formal, like you were strangers. perhaps you considered him a stranger now. the idea made luke want to disappear. “i just uh, came out to get some fresh air.”

you stayed silent, pursing your lips as you continued to stare at him. luke tried not to think about how much of a mess he looked right now. the sweater was a size too small on him, sleeves falling short on his wrists. his pajama pants were wrinkled and stained with mud where they dragged on the floor on his way to the lake. his curls were a mess on his head. he ran a hand through his hair one too many times while he tossed and turned on his cot. the bags under his eyes weren’t the most flattering and the smaller scars that had been added on his face since the battle were disgusting to look at. 

he cleared his throat, “i can go back to the cabin, i-it’s really not a big deal. i’ll just crack a window open or something.”

“where are you staying?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest, “i know you’re not sleeping in the hermes cabin. the stolls told me you haven’t been there in days.” 

luke rubbed the back of his neck, “i’ve been staying with percy. ‘m not really welcomed in my cabin right now.” 

“i see,” you replied. 

“yeah.” 

“you need to stop it.” 

luke gulped, “stop what?” 

“staring at me,” you licked your lips before taking your bottom lip between your teeth. you scruffed the bottom of your shoes on the grass, a tell that you were feeling awkward. he was brought back to the day you confessed your feelings for him. 

you were sixteen, he seventeen, right after he returned from his quest. he’d taken you out into the woods to get away from the judgment of the campers about his failed quest. he was lying on his back, pointing out the constellations in the sky, when you got up with your hands on your back. you shyly rocked back and forth on the tips of your toes and the balls of your feet, staring down at him with a red flush on your cheeks. 

you started dragging your feet on the floor, ignoring the dirt that kicked up from your actions that stuck on the fabric of your converses. you had mumbled that you liked him and luke couldn’t believe it. he asked you to repeat yourself, louder the second time, partly because he wanted to hear it again, and partly because he thought he was hearing things. when you groaned and walked away, fully believing that he was messing with you, luke jolted from his position and ran after you. he wrapped his arms around your waist and spun you around, proclaiming his own feelings for you in between fits of giggles and kisses to your cheek. 

this scene was the opposite of that. your stare was cold and serious, needing to get this point across. luke thought you looked different. physically, you still looked like his y/n– same hair, same eyes, same lips, but the look on your face was distant. you’d never looked at him like this before, like you didn’t know him at all, like he had no place in the life you created for yourself. luke didn’t know if it hurt more to have you ignore him like you had been doing for weeks, or have you look at him like this. 

“i have a boyfriend, luke,” you sighed, “you can’t keep looking at me like that.” 

“i-i’m sorry,” he stuttered out, tears burning his eyes. “i just miss you.” 

“please don’t do that,” you whispered, turning your head away from him. luke watched you wipe your tears with your forearm and all he wanted to do was engulf you in his arms like he’d done a million times before and hold you until the storm was over. “you don’t get to say things like that to me.” 

luke rubbed his jaw, trying to keep his hands occupied, “you know i can never lie to you.” 

“i need you to lie to me this time, okay?” you refused to look at him now. “i need you to say that you don’t feel anything for me anymore.” 

“i can’t do that, y/n.” 

“i spent years loving you and you left, luke. you chose to betray us,” you placed your palms on your stomach, trying to steady yourself. you felt like you couldn’t breathe. this is why you’d been avoiding him. you knew that the minute he made his way back into your life, you’d fall on your knees, at his mercy. a part of you knew that he wouldn’t do anything like that again, but you also knew that in the off-chance that he would, you wouldn’t survive a second blow. you barely made it out alive after the first one. losing luke for a second time would ruin you. “i like theo. i’m finally learning to live without you and i can’t lose all this progress over some wishful thinking. luke, i can’t do that.” 

“it’s not wishful thinking,” luke replied, sniffling. 

“stop it!” you sobbed, turning to look at him. your tears were streaming down your face, despair and hurt clouding your eyes, “stop it, please! i’m begging you to let me go. i-i can’t have you in my life. don’t you get it? i’m tethered to you. you’re the other half of my soul. you own a piece of my heart that i can never ever get back, but i-i’m exhausted trying to fight you off.”

luke’s shoulders deflated at the sound of agony in your voice. he took a step back, mouth opening and closing as he tried to will his mind to say something, anything, in response to you. but he couldn’t. where does he even start? 

should he tell you that it was the memories with you that kept him sane all those years he was held captive? should he tell you that he visited camp half blood despite knowing that it would cause more harm than good during those years just in the hopes that he could catch a glimpse of you? should he tell you that when the corners of his vision began to blur, it was the feeling of your hands pressing against his wounds that made him fight to stay alive?

he’d stay alive just to feel your touch, warm and steady hands on his tattered skin as he’d always remembered, for a second longer. he’d use his last bit of strength to place a kiss on your knuckles, injuries be damned because he needed you to know how he felt. he’d use his last breath to tell you that you looked beautiful, bloodied and bruised, under the light of the world burning around you. he’d spend the rest of his life hated by everyone in the world just to have you glance in his direction. he’d spend his time in the afterlife in tartarus if it meant that he had a shot at rebirth, in a life where you loved him again. 

“make it easier for me and put me out of my misery,” you choked out, “you at least owe me that decency.” 

luke knew that he was difficult to love. his mom went crazy because she loved him. his dad abandoned him because he was too much. thalia hated him because of who he had become. annabeth still flinched when percy made jokes about kronos because it reminded her of what luke did. luke knew that loving him was a chore, a burden, but he never thought that loving him would cause someone so much suffering. especially not you, who told him once that loving him was effortless, as easy as breathing in oxygen in the air. you once said that loving him was simple. it was second nature to you. 

now, he watched you cry out in pain. pain that he caused. and he knew he couldn’t in good conscience deny you of your request. luke stuffed his hands in his front pockets, “okay.” 

he looked at you, for the last time, before walking away, stumbling in his steps as he left you alone.

#frances writes #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan #luke castellan fanfic #luke pjo #luke castellan x yn #luke castellan x y/n #luke castellan x you

[lafleshlumpeater]

Heyy could I maybe request something of Luke Castellan x child of posideon!reader? Maybe like reader was watching Luke train and was like “oh shit thats hot” and is just completely flustered because of their boyfriend and it just gets steamy from there- if you catch my drift. Possibly could reader be gender neutral and afab? And maybe reader has a bit of a thing for choking and Luke finds out? Thats a lot sorry for that lol

ty for the request x

not proofread

Warning: Mentions of weapons, r calls luke daddy towards the end, choking, sub/dom themes- lmk if I missed any

Requests are always open <3

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Luke was training. Normally, this would prove to be entertaining as his training sessions were filled with banter and a lot of laughter (since he swordfought with Percy a lot, and something about watching your boyfriend and brother taunting each other was hilarious) but this time he was focused on violently slashing up dummies. And due to the lack of intimacy you two had suffered from lately since either one of you always had some important task to do, you found this incredibly, incredibly hot.

As you stood there holding his ice- cold water bottle, you shuffled awkwardly from foot to foot. How could you not find the view attractive? 

Sweat plastered his platinum blond hair to his head, and small rivulets of sweat lazily trickled down his muscular arms and forehead. He was wearing a thin, white vest which didn’t help matters, as this meant you could clearly see the outline of his abs and pecs. As his hands- oh, his beautiful, beautiful hands, with their long veins and rough skin- drove his sword into the dummies again and again, slaughtering them into shreds, you suddenly felt a lot hotter than you had been ten minutes ago… and it had nothing to do with the outside temperatures.

As the last dummy was sacrificed and sword sheathed again, Luke sauntered his way over to where you were standing somewhat awkwardly.

“Darling,” he greeted, before accepting the water bottle you offered him before chugging at it eagerly, unaware of the impact the nickname had on you. After he was done, he looked at you; taking in the lip biting and the anxious squirming.

“Babe?”, he questioned, “Are you okay?”

You nodded, but he was not satisfied.

“Look at me.”

Tilting your chin to him so it was impossible for you to evade eye contact any longer, he took in your mottled pink cheeks and lust- blown eyes. His mouth rounded in a silent ‘oh’, and cupped your chin.

“Oh, baby,” he cooed.

You squirmed even more, his subtle dominating behaviour sending an even more powerful wave of heat to your core. “Don’t.”

He smirked, and whispered into your ear. “Or what, dolly?”

Shuddering, you meekly attempted to push him away.

“Luke.”

You had thought it would come out to sound like a warning, but if anything it was closer to a desperate moan, or even a whine. Although he was playing it cool, it turned Luke on more than anything that the sight of him just training was enough to make you needy for him. It was with this thought that he stopped teasing, and smashed his lips onto yours.

You parted your lips immediately, allowing access for his tongue to slip inside; you moaned, and you thanked all gods that it was muffled by Luke’s hot mouth. You didn’t even try to fight for dominance this time- you had already entered into your subspace due to the multiple nicknames he had addressed you with, and you were too far in to pull yourself out. His lips left yours, and your boyfriend began to trail wet, scraping kisses down your jaw and down your jugular, at which you cursed yourself for allowing a pitiful, whiny sound to leave your mouth.

“Hush, pretty,” he muttered, now smattering quick pecks into the hollow of your collarbone, leaving you gasping. He reached his hand up to your throat, squeezing slightly- not enough to hurt, but enough to cut your oxygen supply off.

You gasped desperately, and were now turned on to the point where you were willing to fuck him there and then, in the arena. You let out a strangled whined, not even trying to disguise it now, and rocked your hips desperately into nothing, conscious of the fact that your panties were now so wet they were ruined beyond the point of return. Just when your head was becoming fuzzier and fuzzier (both from slipping further into your subspace and from the lack of oxygen), Luke stopped his assault at your collarbone and released your throat. 

“Luke, please.”

He gulped, and you looked down to see a raging boner straining against the fabric of his pants. You looked back at him to see his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down and his usual icy eyes now dark and stormy.

Grasping you firmly by your neck again, he whispered huskily into your ear:

“Fucking gods, I’m going to fucking destroy you.”

You gulped against his hand and let out a small, breathy moan. “Please, daddy.”

He constricted your throat tighter in his grasp, grunting- it was safe to say you were both in for a long night.

thanks so much if you read til the end xx feel free to request any time <3

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[lizlovestofangirl]

ur social media au’s are sO GOOD i’m so invested👀 can you do a social media au with luke castellan x daughter of hades where she’s super into poetry (like edgar allen poe, etc)

"take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die"

luke castellan x daughterofhades!poet!reader

smau - luke is y/n's muse

🎧 - the lakes by taylor swift

a/n: omg tysm and thank you so much for requesting! i added a little gracie abrams (in this au the reader's poetry is gracie's lyrics) because her writing is super poetic but i still kept the poe! i hope you like this!

*swearing, not checked so there might be mistakes*

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percy.jackson noted

silenaaaa i love love and i love you

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silenaaa LUKE THERE ARE CHILDREN ON THIS APP

rachel.edare pls write my wedding vows when i get married

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iamchrisrodriguez @itslukecastellan i dont think you understand how lucky you are man

larueclarisse you've put yourself on thin ice

itslukecastellan trust me i do

whosannabeth chris i know what you were going for but this was not smart

iamchrisrodriguez i know that now

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itslukecastellan does your girl write poetry about you? didnt think so.

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itslukecastellan except shes hot too

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percy.jackson ENOUGH WE GET IT UR AESTHETIC IS DEAD DEPRESSION

yn_yln i'm going to kill you in your sleep (aesthetically ofc)

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yn_yln literally any love song

larueclarisse meh

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[innocent-cat]

Hello! if you're still taking request could it be a crossover headcanons of vox machina x mha, were there member is like shoto todoroki or vox machina x one piece were there member is like nico robin. Which one do you prefer? Its okay for me.

Hiii! I'd be more than willing to write a "fire/ice curse" headcannon ;)

Vox Machina x Reader Head Canons

Warnings - none?

"Cold shoulder.", Vox Machina x Reader

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Okay, so the entire team has their own negatives that everyone seems to like.. make a good thing and use it to their advantage?

Obviously, for plot reasons, you have Shoto's family trauma too.

They have NEVER seen your ice/fire curse as something to be looked down upon, but they never really tried to convince you it isn't.

I feel like they'd be too awkward about it knowing the background LMFAO

Because of this, you just kind of thought they were equally as ashamed of you as you were with yourself.

It's some powerful magic shit so they try to tell you to be careful about it, you took it the wrong way

You eventually end up talking to Keyleth about it, and she started squabbling about it to you nervously because she thought she offended you

In all actuality, they all love you and enjoy your company.

They think its cool when you do ice tricks.

It obviously took you a while to warm up to them with fire magic, and its always nice to have around winter.

Pike specifically asks you to warm a lot of stuff up for her, since you figured out how to just make your hands warm.

Usually things like socks, blankets, food, drinks, or for you to boil water in the middle of no where.

It's always a funny conversation to have with her.

"Heyyy.. uhmmm... You mind-"

You take the item and already start heating your hands up.

"No. No I do not."

You love being helpful to them ˙◠˙

Percy likes to bring you to his little workshop and make you his assistant, he finds its much easier to make weaponry or contraptions with someone who can help him bend metal.

"Hands?"

You stick your hands out, and he places a long, thin, spiral of metal on them.

"Thank you." You hum. in response to him.

Percy is so thankful to you out of all of them. He says thank you for every little thing.

if you feeling a little romantical about himm... he says thank you when you hold his hand in the cold or his face in the cold #cuties

BUT ANYWAY

Grog doesn't get it.

I mean, if I was him, I wouldn't either.

With all honesty, he's just worried for you.

At one point you overheard a conversation with him and Pike.

"Are they okay Pikey??? They just lit on fire and shot ice at the same time..˙◠˙"

"Yes, Grog, thats just they're magic.."

(At that point, Pike tried explaining it 13 times to him, and it was 4am)

Vex and Vax are utterly ridiculous about it.

Least petty twin siblings, honestly.

Vex asked you to light her arrow on fire so she could shoot Vax's coat 'accidentally' and burn it.

To be fair, in her defense, he asked you to freeze her gold chest lock so he could steal from her..

At one point, when you were still learning, You froze one of Keyleth's plants, and she got a brain freeze for a solid 15 seconds.

"Oh my GOSH! Keyleth I am so sorry oh my gosh.."

"No-no.. its okayy.. he was almost dead anyway.."

She said, holding her head, groaning from the severe brain freeze she suddenly got.

Req pt 2 if this gets popular, but add who u want more of ;)

#percy de rolo #x reader #vox machina #fluff #percival de rolo #percy de rolo x reader #the legend of vox machina #the legends of vox machina #keyleth of the air ashari #vex'ahlia x reader #vex and vax #vax #vax'ildan #vex'ahlia #xreader #grog strongjaw #pike trickfoot #pike x reader

[happyk44]

Percy: Grover!! Did you know Annabeth isn't a virgin?

Grover: Yeah, she told me about it. And then told me not to tell you because she thought you'd get weird about it. Like how you are now.

Percy: Oh, come on. I don't care that she hooked up with someone before we started dating. I might've cared if it was Clarisse, but like, whatever. What I care about it is that we are no longer on equal footing. I thought it was gonna be weird and awkward for both of us, but, like, who cares! Neither one of us knows what we're doing so it's fine!

Percy: But she does! And I don't. And what if I do it wrong and she decides that she'd rather date that girl from the Aphrodite cabin. I'm pretty sure I'm the only guy she's ever been attracted to, Grover! I'm already on thin ice!

Grover: No, I'm pretty sure she was into Luke too.

Percy: Everybody was into Luke! He surpassed sexuality!

Grover: Yeah, good point. He was pretty hot.

Percy: He was super fucking hot! But that's not the point. The point is I'm gonna suck and she's gonna know I suck and then we're gonna break up and I'm gonna die alone at the bottom of the Hudson River, choking on water pollution.

Grover:

Grover: That's grim, man.

Percy: Yeah, I know. I think I might go to Sargasso instead. Get some sun.

Grover: Yeah... Or, you know, you could just. Not die at the bottom of any body of water and just. Have sex with your girlfriend. Sex is weird for everybody. First times, even among non-virgins, aren't always amazing. You gotta learn someone else's body, you know? It's not the same from one to one.

Percy: You've had sex with other people that aren't Juniper?

Grover: No, I'm just not stupid.

Grover: Look, Percy, why don't we just fuck then? It won't matter if it's weird because I'm not going anywhere and you're not going anywhere, and also my patron god was also a god of fertility and ran around with his dick out all the time so I think that'll help.

Percy: Oh wow. Sucks, we didn't get to meet him in his prime.

Grover: Yeah, I know. But also Juniper already told me she thought we lost our virginities to each other because of how close we are, so why the hell not?

Percy: I just don't think Annabeth would like me having sex with someone else. And I think she'd slap me if I asked.

Grover: Actually, her text before you came running over said "hey tineater SB freaked calm him down plz do whatever" aaaaand she just responded with "I thought you guys hooked up once already before legit cannot believe you haven't don't break his dick I still need it okay love you have fun".

Percy:

Percy: Why do both of our girlfriends think we've fooled around with each other?

Grover: I think it's because you smell my hair when I make you hold me.

Percy: That's just best friend shit!

Grover: I know! They need better besties.

#percy jackson #grover underwood #happy talks pjo #there was supposed to be a joke about grover technically being like in his 30s in goat years and percy teasing him about robbing the cradle #but it didnt work with the way it ended up flowing out as i typed so 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️ #also lmao everyone thinks theyve fooled around with each other before 😂 maybe not straight up sex but like smth

[nebbyy]

Hello everyone, new writer here!!

I have some writing ideas in mind but I thought it'd be wiser to start off by writing what you guys want to read first then I might elaborate the projects I already have in mind.

GENERAL INFOS:

Except for headcanons, most of my fics will be inspired by paintings and songs, which I will put either as a pic or link to the song into the post :))

English isn't my first language so please be kind with me if I make any mistakes (which will happen for sure)

I probably won't write for a male!reader, not because I'm against the idea but simply because I've never done it before and I fear it wouldn't come out as good as with a female or non-binary reader. That being said, I still might try it out in the future if it's something that many of you want

Keep in mind that I'm still studying so I might not be always able to post the same day someone sends a request, but I'll try to write my fics in no more than 3 days after the commission

If any fic I write contains spoilers from the book/series/movie THERE WILL BE A WARNING so that I don't ruin anything to anyone🤗

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR:

The Arcana

Kingdom of Heaven

Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Heroes of Olympus

Trials of Apollo

Attack on Titan

Hunter x Hunter

Death Note

Star Wars

Avatar the Last Airbender

Lord of the Rings

Avatar (the one with hot blue aliens)

If you want fics from other fandoms you can still ask me and I'll do some research on it so that I can make something, but it will take more time ofc

THINGS I WON'T DO (smut related):

Anything revolving a lack of consent, so no noncon, dubcon, cnc,...

Pedophilia and zoophilia (ew)

Any naughty actions related to any sort of bodily discharge (period excluded)

Any butt stuff related activities, no shame in who likes it at all but it's something that I just don't like personally and wouldn't be comfortable writing

NO INCEST (stepcest is on thin ice)

I think that is all you guys need to know for now, once I'll get enough fics done I'll add the masterlist in this post too so you guys can see if my writing is of your liking.

Byeeee hope I'll see you in the requests!!!!

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #attack on titan #hunter x hunter #star wars #death note #kingdom of heaven #avatar the last airbender #avatar the way of water #the arcana #lord of the rings #angst #smut #fluff #masterlist #send asks #harry potter #light yagami #killua zoldyck #luke castellan #hisoka #king baldwin iv #writers on tumblr #writing #fiction #writerscommunity #sirius black #the marauders

[rayssion]

Nico glanced inside my room. His eyebrows furrowed. ‘Is that… is that blue birthday cake?’

He sounded hungry, maybe a little wistful. I wondered if the poor kid had ever had a birthday party, or if he’d ever even been invited to one.

‘Come inside for cake and ice cream,’ I said. ‘It sounds like we’ve got a lot to talk about.’

They sat on Percy's bed sharing the food with occasional talks in between. He was right, Nico was pretty hungry and Percy was happy he could do the boy a little favour, in the end he owes him much.

Nico finished eating and proped his legs up the bed, crossing them. He regarded Percy with a serious look, but at the same time sounded a little undecided. "about the plan-"

His words were cut with a knock on the door, then a pretty woman's face peeked from behind. "Percy, should I remind you every day to not throw your socks around the house?"

Sally Jackson's movements stopped abruptly for a moment, eyes laying on the small scrawny boy next to her son. The boy looked preplexed as if ready to run, his eyes were widely opened in anticipation and he was subtly trying to accupy less space. Sally smiled.

"hello friend of Percy, what's your name?"

She already had a little idea about the boy, he was just as Percy described to her except now he looks drained not the bubbly image she had in mind. His hair was a little long and disheveled, his skin was pearly pale which enhanced the dreadful colour of his eye bags, and if that not hurting enough he was painfully thin, like he hadn't eaten a proper meal in years.

"Nico di Angelo" he replied.

Sally couldn't fathom the feeling that surged through her when she first heard the boy speak, but she knew she cares a lot for Nico.

Not as a person you just met and sympathised with...

As a mother.

#I love the idea of Sally adopting Nico #if she doesn't then Reyna will probably #percyjackson #percy jackson #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #nico pjo #nico di angelo #sally jackson #battle of the labyrinth

[birb-boyo]

The Chain with My Hero Academia Quirks

Quirks and info about them are under the cut

Time - Mortal Essence

Mortal Essence was something I came up with for my Percy Jackson OC but then I thought of it and was like HELL YEAH so it’s Time’s now

Basically, in my head, god’s have their essence that mortals can’t see or they will die instantly. Like with Semele, Dionysus’s mother, she saw Zeus’s essence and disintegrated immediately

In contrast, a mortal essence is an essence that can make the user have powers on par with gods, or turn the user into a god temporarily

We all know about Fierce right? You know, the war god that can temporarily take over Time’s body? Well, Fierce is Time’s quirk.

Sky - Goddess Guardian

Ok…so maybe he’s the goddess’s guardian but shhhhhhh

This quirk was inspired by Demon Snow, an ability from Bungo Stray Dogs

Basically, Sky has a goddess or an avatar of a goddess who protects him and can and will kill you should he ask her to

He’s best friends with her, don’t worry

I mean, Sun was also in the academy guys, she can and will fuck you up should you try and hurt Sky

That being said, Sun is and isn’t Sky’s quirk

I might say that it’s Farore that’s his guardian instead of Hylia because his girlfriend is Hylia(technically)

Twilight - He technically already sort of has one(Wolfie) but Essence

If you watched My Hero or just know Todoroki’s backstory or you watched Heroes Rising you’ll know that quirks are hereditary

Twilight has sort of inherited Time’s quirk

BUT

He sort of has Malon’s quirk too

Malon has a quirk that allows her to command any animal to do something that she speaks to

But anyway, Twilight’s essence quirk allows him to turn into anything that he has DNA to as long as it is in his system

Plot twist

He can only turn into animals which makes things a little weird for him sometimes

His favorite for in his wolf form(obviously) he enjoys growling at people and he thinks that he looks cool

Warriors - Frost Blades

Warriors is just an ice user. I can sense it in my bones

Frost blades are mostly what they sound like

Blades made out of frost. If he’s mad enough and his quirk loses control, they can be solid ice

How the blades work is, no one but him can hold the blades, without the coldness of his hands, the frost will disperse

Knowing the Captain, he mostly doesn’t rely on them. He’s more like Aizawa, he uses his quirk when he feels like he must

Warriors quirk is mostly lackluster, but trust that he can still very much beat your ass without it

Wild - also technically already has one(bullet time) but Spiritual Connection

Spiritual Connection was thought of because of his whole thing with the other Champions

Wild can see and talk to spirits. He can also use their quirks, if they allow him to take it

Spirits love being around him, and he has probably been suspected of having AFO at some point, but he just has a lot of dead friends

Because why have living friends, when you can have dead ones? :3

Wind - Wind Bombs

Wind deserves bomb rights.

Wind bombs are small cyclones that can and will explode, should Wind make them

He probably blew a kid up once when his quirk first spawned

Parents hate him, but he loves his quirk

It’s a nice warning when you get hit was a wind bomb in your chest (:

Hyrule - Cloned

Hyrule can clone only inanimate objects

You know, like how his sword sort of has a shadow? I don’t feel like getting a picture

But when his enemy gets hit with his sword’s silhouette? Yeah, that’s his quirk

He clones money a fuck too

He’s a rebellious teen probably…idk

Legend - Alteration

Inspired by the whole painting shenanigans in albw

But anyway, Legend’s body is able to adapt to any environment

If he needs to keep up with a long legged person, boom, he has longer legs than they have now and now they have to jog to keep up

Need to get your phone that fell in the crack of your bed? Boom. Thin arm

Need to slip into a crack in a wall to kill that roach, bam, small and skinny

My man is more fantastic than Mr. Fantastic

Four - Mental manipulation

You know how the colors have their respective emotions…but not really…I think

Like Blue is usually characterized as angry a lot

Like that

So with Mental Manipulation, Four can alter someone’s emotions or thoughts

It’s that simple

You’re feeling depressed today? Nah. Have some choccy milk and be immensely happy.

Your significant other is making you nervous with how much you want to kiss them? Nah, Four got you, have some more confidence

You think you’re a sane human being? Nah. Go commit arson

So…yeah

There it is

The Chain and their My Hero Academia quirks

Thank you for reading :3

If you have different ideas for their quirks, I’d love to here them in the comments

Anyway, thanks for reading

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #tloz link #loz link #screams from the shade #my hero academia #character quirks #:3c teehee

[tagthescullion]

Il Minuetto della Ragazza

Fandom(s): Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Rating: T

Summary: Bianca di Angelo is alive. Alive and upset, confused, desperate… Camp Half Blood lost her little brother, and there’s nothing she wouldn’t do to bring him home safe.

AO3 link

I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII - VIII - IX - X - XI - XII - XIII - XIV

Chapter 15: “Chicken Salad”

Thalia was frowning. She didn’t look angry, Bianca thought, but she was certainly not happy either.

“How long have you known this?” Thalia demanded. “Is that why the Fury—?”

Bianca nodded. “That’s why he sent that piece of advice via the Fury. I didn’t…”

Didn’t what? She had known. Or had enough evidence to suspect, at least. And yet she’d waited a day and a half —and a boar attack— to tell her. 

Annabeth tilted her head, which was turned towards Thalia. 

The older girl crossed her arms. “Did you know this?”

Annabeth shrugged. “Nico sent lots of those skeletons back to the Underworld by command. We had more clues to fill the puzzle.”

“Why did neither of you think to tell me this?”

To Bianca’s surprise, Thalia sounded hurt. It made her feel guilty.

“It wasn’t my secret to tell,” Annabeth conceded. “Besides, you had your history with your uncle, I didn’t think you’d take it kindly if told via IM.”

Thalia turned towards Bianca.

Bianca felt herself blush. “I thought you wouldn’t trust me anymore if I told you. That you wouldn’t want me around.”

Thalia looked away, as if she wasn’t too sure yet. But with enough conviction she said: “You’re not your father, are you? I don’t judge people based on their parents, I never have!”

Bianca shook her head. “I didn’t mean to imply that, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be angry with her for keeping that to herself,” Annabeth told Thalia. “Sometimes it’s better for people not to know. You’ve said it yourself, that you wished you’d gotten to Camp without people knowing who your father was. I know Percy felt the same way for a while, and I can understand why.”

“Why’s that?” Bianca asked. She knew she had been reluctant because her father had been actively hunting her cousin, and she could see why Thalia would have wanted to hide she was Zeus’ child, what with all the responsibility that came with. But Poseidon’s son?

“When Percy was claimed, I was absolutely mad,” Annabeth admitted. Bianca’s eyes widened. The older girl smiled. “Yeah, it was stupid of me. I thought because he was Poseidon’s son, he couldn’t be my friend. Poseidon and Athena have a millennia old rivalry. But then he let me go on that quest, and I realised it doesn’t matter shit. Who your godly parent is, who your mortal parent is… It doesn’t matter. A person’s value lies on them.”

“For somebody who thought they wouldn’t be friends, you two sure became best buddies quickly.” Thalia remarked.

“Percy’s a great person,” Annabeth stated. “No matter who his father is, he’s loyal, brave, and kind.”

“Is that why you fancy him?” Bianca asked. Then she inhaled sharply.

“Why I what?”

“I didn’t mean…” Bianca blushed darker as she shook her hands, as if that would erase her last comment. “To imply you— Clarisse said you weren’t together yet so I thought—”

“Yet?”

“I— I just— Not like—” Bianca threw Thalia a begging glance.

Unfortunately, Thalia clearly found the whole thing most entertaining. Or perhaps fortunately, because she seemed to have forgotten her previous turmoil.

Annabeth didn’t find it quite as funny. Her face was red and she looked furious.

“Let the child be,” Thalia told her. “Who hasn’t told you that yet? Even Luke must think the same.”

“I don’t care what Luke thinks or not,” Annabeth snapped.

“But you care what Clarisse thinks?”

Annabeth gave Thalia a nasty look. “No, I don’t. But she shouldn’t spread unfounded rumours…”

“All right, all right,” Thalia said, her tone commanding. “I’ll be sure to tell her that when I see her again.”

Bianca thought she wouldn’t call those unfounded, but she was on thin ice already, she didn’t want to make Annabeth any more upset, so she kept that to herself.

“Urgh.” Annabeth crossed her arms tightly, giving her an air of petulance Bianca recalled Nico had whenever he was denied something.

Bianca had such a talent to put people at ease. Truly. 

Before anybody could throw around any other unfounded rumours, someone knocked on the door.

Edwina entered before she’d got a reply. “We’ve a list of pizzas, Thalia.”

“Thank you,” their lieutenant called. She turned towards Annabeth and Bianca and added: “I’m still unbelievably betrayed by you two, but I’m not the same when I’m hungry, so let’s get dinner and then we’ll keep talking.”

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They’d ordered their pizzas, Malcolm Pace had arrived from soccer practice —sweaty, nasty, and surprised by the amount of Hunters looking at him as if he was the scum of the Earth— right on time to eat, and Bianca had discovered two things:

One, that her nonna had been right. Pizza was disgusting. Whatever the U.S. of A. thought mozzarella was, they were wrong. They hadn’t had too much of the real thing in Italy either, she didn’t think, but she refused to believe the napoletani —who, for all their flaws, had very good cuisine— would accept such a disgustingly greasy, stringy, nasty-smelling cheese on their famous glorified toast.

Two, that Thalia had been right, too. Food made her a much nicer and reasonable person, less prone to emotional and electrical outbursts. During the quest, Bianca hadn’t noticed much. Perhaps because she’d kept to Zoë, or perhaps because they’d always been starving, so there wasn’t much to compare it with. But regardless, it made a big change in her personality.

Malcolm, who was sitting with them because he’d been wary of some of the other girls —particularly Helena, who was having a villainous day—, was the first to notice Bianca’s disappointment towards the pizza.

“Not like the ones at home?” He asked with a genuine smile. 

He’d showered, changed, and had chosen an old red and blue jersey with a number 10 on his back as pyjamas. His eyes, as grey as Annabeth’s, were a lot less calculating. He had dimples when he smiled, and while Bianca had never seen the point of drooling over boys, she thought him a perfectly nice young man. He’d been kind and courteous, even in the face of not very nice comments by some of the Hunters.

“No, Malcolm,” Thalia replied before Bianca could, her mouth full of the stinky attempt at cheese. “Bianca’s family were too fancy for that, pizza’s for the poor.”

“That’s not what I said!” Bianca argued. 

Malcolm chuckled. “That’s fine. It’s not for everybody.” He turned to Annabeth. “There’s that Apollo kid, the Welsh girl. She hates cheese, made a fuzz that time we tried to have a pizza night at Camp.”

“Lee mentioned it last summer,” Thalia supplied. “Juli the Demeter kid made her something else, right?”

“Charlie was so jealous,” Annabeth giggled. “Another Brit stealing his Juli’s attention.”

That made Malcolm smirk. 

Bianca had no idea who any of these people were. She felt a bit left out, and thought that perhaps, the Hunter’s tradition of staying well-away from the campers whenever they visited Camp wasn’t such a good idea, after all.

It wasn’t that they could gain much from Camp’s rumour mill, but it wasn’t very polite to have spent three days in a place and barely know four names! Besides, she wondered, would campers help Hunters and vice versa if the need arose? It didn’t seem likely. For all that she’d admired Zoë, Bianca thought Thalia was more likely to attempt some interactive activity between both groups that wasn’t bullying each other during Capture-the-Flag.

“Earth to Bianca?” 

Thalia snapped her fingers in front of Bianca’s face, making her jump.

“Don’t startle her!” Annabeth pushed Thalia’s hand away. “Sorry, we were saying we should’ve asked for some chicken wings or something, in case you didn’t like this.”

“We can make you something,” Malcolm offered. “There’s rice, pasta, some bacon… That’s about all we have, we haven’t gone shopping yet.”

“Come on,” Thalia said, standing up from where they’d been sitting cross-legged. “Clarisse said you were shit at cooking, I’ll make you something.”

“It’s okay,” Bianca said quickly. “I can eat things I don’t like. Like that coffee in New Mexico.”

Thalia made a disgusted face. “That shit tasted like dirt. Literally.” She shuddered. “But we were on a quest. Desperate times, and all that. No need to make you suffer unnecessarily now.”

She walked towards the kitchen with Bianca behind her.

She opened the fridge and hummed noncommittally. “They really don’t have shit here.”

Bianca sat awkwardly on a stool, her elbows on the kitchen island.

“You really don’t have to do anything for me,” she insisted. “I’m not very hungry anyway.”

“You’re never very hungry,” Thalia pointed out, as she put a couple of eggs to boil on the stove. “That’s not very healthy. Besides, we can talk while I make you a salad. They have some chicken in a tupperware, it doesn’t look like it’s gone bad.”

Bianca hoped Thalia wasn’t planning on food-poisoning her.

Thalia got a cutting board, some lettuce, and began chopping and putting the cut leaves in a little bowl.

“So,” she said, looking into Bianca’s eyes. “You’re my cousin…”

Bianca nodded, but remained quiet.

“When we go talk to Percy, that’ll be a real family reunion,” Thalia commented. “Minus your brother. But we’ll find him soon enough.”

“You sound very sure,” Bianca said. She felt anything but. Every day that passed was another day Nico spent alone, lost in a country he wasn’t familiar with.

Would she know if he died? 

The thought froze her heart for a second, but inexplicably, Bianca was sure Nico was alive. 

“He’s a Big Three Kid,” Thalia said, as if that explained everything. “We’re easy to find.”

“That isn’t good, is it?” Bianca asked. “Monsters will find him much more easily.”

Thalia hesitated for a second. “I ran away from home when I was ten. I was all right for a while. Him being young means monsters will have a harder time trying to find him. If anything, monsters became more of a pest after Camp sent somebody to find me!”

“What if Luke finds him?” 

It was a possibility that Chris Rodríguez had brought to her mind. Luke had tried to take them before. Luke, Kronos, whoever it was that gave the order. Would they leave them alone having failed to take them once? It seemed unlikely.

Thalia’s expression turned murderous. “Luke’s out of commission. Or, at least, he’s in no state to go fishing demigods off the wild.”

Bianca wasn’t so sure, but Thalia’s face warned her to stay silent. 

Thalia sighed, clearly trying to relax her features. “Even if grandfather’s side has him, we’ll get him back. Like we got Annabeth back.”

Bianca really hoped Nico didn’t have to go through all of that, he was upset about everything already, the last thing he needed was to add ‘kidnapping’ to the growing list of unfairness in his life.

“We’ll need to go to Camp,” Thalia told her. “The girls hate that place, so we’ll go by ourselves. Maybe take Percy if he’s up for a weekend trip.”

“Won’t Artemis mind that we go off like that?”

“Nah,” Thalia waved her hand, and a chunk of diced chicken flew into the air. “I don’t think so. She and Apollo are patrons of young children, she’ll understand not wanting to leave your brother out there on his own.”

“But my brother is a boy,” Bianca said. “Artemis doesn’t like boys.”

“I’m almost positive her issues begin when boys go through puberty,” Thalia said. “And we’re not asking her to find Nico. You’ll be doing all the work. Here, eat your salad,” she ordered, pushing the bowl towards Bianca and shoving a fork in it. 

She took the bowl and stared into the mix of chicken and vegetables. “Am I naïve to wish my father would help?”

Thalia’s face turned sympathetic. She took the jar with the eggs off the stove and leaned on the counter as she filled it with cold water to avoid burning her hands.

“I don’t think you’re naïve,” she said. “Though, perhaps a bit optimistic.”

Bianca thought she sounded bitter, which was apparently her default tone when talking about the Olympians. 

Thalia peeled the two eggs and threw them into Bianca’s bowl.

“Your father has helped,” she said, sounding a bit reluctant. “He’s sent his lieutenant to tell you to be in Chicago on the 21st.”

“That’s not help,” Bianca scoffed. “The Fury didn’t even say why.”

Thalia shrugged. “The gods are like that. Vague, condescending, generally annoying as fuck, and patronising to boot.”

They heard the drumming of distant thunder.

“Fuck’s sake, I wasn’t even saying names,” Thalia muttered. She plastered on a fake smile. “Excuse me, cousin of mine. I was wrong. The gods are lovely creatures, full of joy, generosity, and kindness.”

Thunder boomed again, sounding closer this time.

Thalia rolled her eyes. “I simply cannot win.”

Bianca searched for something to say to change the subject, else her cousin’s complaining would end with all of them blown to bits by lightning.

“Ludovica knows about me,” she said. 

Thalia frowned. “How?”

“I don’t know,” Bianca admitted.

“You did mention she might’ve known your family,” Thalia recalled. “Let’s do something. Eat your dinner, which I so lovingly made for you from Malcolm’s and Annabeth’s sad scraps of food. Afterwards, we’ll ask Malcolm for a computer and google your family. Ludovica can be there with us if you want. Maybe she’ll be able to answer questions the Internet can’t.”

Bianca took a deep breath, she felt a lump in her throat and an uncomfortable itch in her eyes.

Thalia raised an eyebrow, she looked utterly confused. “Why are you crying?”

To Bianca’s horror —and already hurt pride—, she burst into sobs.

“Because I lied to you for days,” she cried. “And you’re still being nice to me. And you don’t hate me even if my father tried to kill you and your friends. And because my brother might have been taken by the bad guys. And Chris Rodríguez’ mind is messed up. And because a computer can tell me of my family but I can’t remember them. And my father doesn’t want to see me anymore. And… And because of everything.”

Thalia put a firm hand on her shoulder, and let her cry until her sobs subsided and she could breathe normally again.

She let go and grabbed a paper tower from the roll on the counter. She handed it to Bianca, who took it gratefully.

“I’m sorry, your ladyship,” she said solemnly. “Not quite fit for a countess, but the silk handkerchiefs are all in the laundry.”

Bianca smiled and wiped her eyes  and nose with the rough paper.

“It feels nice to have a good cry, doesn’t it?” Thalia said. She didn’t look at Bianca with pity, which she appreciated greatly. “Wash your face in the guest bathroom, and let’s get back to the others. You’re not getting out of eating that salad.” She pushed Bianca lightly with her shoulder. “And try to relax. We’ll find solutions to all of that, I promise.”

Bianca thought that despite the tough exterior, and mightier-than-thou attitude she sometimes boasted, Thalia was much kinder than people gave her credit for. 

In one of her flash-memories Bianca recalled Gina Marlo, a girl a few years older whose sister was in Bianca’s class. Gina was the same: cool, edgy, no nonsense, yet there for her little sister to lean on in hard times.

Bianca wondered whether Thalia had learned how to be a big sister from her time with Annabeth, short as that may have been. With a pang, she realised she’d never be that kind of sister, after all, she’d already failed Nico when it mattered the most.

#thalia grace #bianca di angelo #annabeth chase #malcolm pace #pjo #riordanverse #pjo fic #mis fics #il minuetto #tagthescullion

[darkfictionjude]

god I really hate Orla. I avoid talking shit about IF characters most of the time, I know a lot of authors dislike reading bad stuff about their creations and I understand how that may take a toll on them, but I'm reading all the blog's asks right now and saw you've already given us a free pass, so I gotta say:

I am SO glad that bitch is dead

I can deal with her character haunting the narrative and whatnot but I feel like I'd find her scenes and character arc so insufferable and ennerving if she was alive, I'm just like mentally preparing myself for the flashbacks

Love Sally. I know he's got his flaws and we're not actually THAT close, but he's like the only thing standing between MC and literal, actual "i'll-kill-myself" family hell (like orla being physically abusive w/ mc and no other relative caring enought to stop her?!?!?!)

Percy is on thin fucking ice, but you said he isn't really relevant to the story right now so I'm okay with that

I love this passion anon I read through this whole thing laughing affectionately because it’s very flattering when my characters make people feel things.

Honestly I would never get mad at people not liking Orla because that’s what I knew what happen. That’s the point, you might feel some sympathy for her because it sucks being a woman in a world of impossible expectations but she’s abusive and nothing excuses that. At first she wasn’t like that and you might think awww but by the next flashback you’ll see how quickly she degrades.

On Sally’s part he feels close to mc because he raised them but mc from their part hasn’t made that connection because first of all they still aren’t used to that type of affection because they never got it from their parents and because mc has never revealed themselves to him out of self preservation. He sees mc the kid sibling not mc the person. Which is both of their faults.

Now I love Percy so much but god he is such a dick. And he really has no reason to be (😭) because although parental neglect and lack of affection can cause serious issues in children at a certain point you have to take responsibility for your own actions. Percy does show up a bit in episode 2 but then is kind of background character for most of the season. A few characters are needed more at the tail end.

I’m a writer that although adores her creations will never be blind to their faults nor think that the readers should feel the way I do (much less if I made them purposefully to be awful). As long as it’s respectful towards me I’ll accept y’all hating Orla 😭

#anon asks #the crowns #salvatore #percival #orla #mc crown #we wretched creatures

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

@bishop-percival

(Previous) The bishop again smiled when Dr. Walters stood up, this time a bit more genuinely, and said “So you’re following me? Okie doke, let’s go.” The trio scooted out of the walkway, with Percival still gripping Sam’s arm and with Sam occasionally glancing back to make sure Theodore was still behind them. Knowing their assignment wasn’t over yet but still having no idea what it was certainly was frustrating. They risked asking one more time, quietly talking near Percy’s ear. “Uh, Your Excellency, you know I’d do like, anything for you. But I, y’know, would like to know what I’m doing before I do it…” Percy replied with a ‘tsk’ and said, “You’re helping me fix Bowtie’s arm since you broke it! Now stop worrying about it!” Sam again gave a resentful glance back at Theodore. Clearing the cots, Percy led them out of the concourse and down a hall, humming a cheerful tune while doing so. He approached a janitorial closet and let go of Sam to produce a key from his sleeve and unlocked the door. “Oh good, they still haven’t changed the lock!” He held the door open for his company. “That’s one doorknob saved from a melty fate. Hehe! Come on in.”

Each time Sam glanced back Theodore flinched and created a bit more distance. For the time being Bishop Percival was (ironically) protecting him yet... It was only a matter of time until that dumbass realized that they could do anything they wanted as long as it didn't put his asset out of order again.

Hus pupil shrunk to a pinprick when Bishop Percival announced his intentions. Whatever was happening would hurt Sam. And Sam would pay him back tenfold.

But there was one way to defuse the bomb held for him. Only problem was it was incredibly risky.

Once Theodore has locked the door he hid behind Bishop Percival. “Your Excellency? May you please consider allowing me to heal naturally?”

Then he clenched his eye as he worked up the nerve to voice his fears. It only happened once in a blue moon, largely because it always made him process the emotions his mind held back.

“Because I’m... already on thin ice with Sam..,” Theodore pressed his fist to his forehead in frustration while gradually backing up. Each word was louder than the last as he confessed,

“And they said if I make one wrong move they'll frame me as a Gropist. So I tried to stay out of their way.” He slumped when his back bumped the wall. “But no matter what I do I'm fucked!”

#bishoppercival #soldiersam #the switcharoo

[slipping-through-my-fingertips]

In My Head, I'm Yours

A/N: dipping my toes into the world of percabeth, i hope you like it

Summary:

Percy Jackson, Piper McLean, and Jason Grace make up the band, Delphi. They're not big yet but one day they might be.

Annabeth Chase is studying to be the best damn architect New York City has ever seen.

They have a million reasons not to be together but can't seem to let the other go. Despite knowing it'll end in heartbreak.

AO3

Chapter 1: Someone Turns Your Heart Around

Annabeth didn’t need background noise while she did her homework. But her awful neighbors blared their stereo at all times of day; they favored the late to early morning hours. She could hear and feel the bass through their thin walls. Her only saving grace was noise-canceling headphones. A gift from her roommates last Christmas. So it wasn’t unusual for Leo or Thalia to scare the living daylights out of her when Annabeth was in her zone.

She was drafting on their kitchen table. During her sophomore year, she had learned the hard way not to draft buildings on the floor when she had to redo her architecture midterm overnight due to a spilled can of Diet Coke. Headphones on, no music, just good old-fashioned silence, pencil in hand, and a tightly secured cup of soda on her left.

There was no passage of time when Annabeth was drafting. But it had to be after midnight when Thalia tapped her shoulder. Annabeth jumped and tossed her pencil five feet in some direction. She pulled off her headphones.

The first thing she noticed was the music had stopped.

“C’mon bedtime,” Thalia said.

“I’m almost done,” she insisted.

“It’s one am.”

Annabeth checked her phone.

1:12 AM

“Oh.” She began packing up her supplies. “How was the thing?”

“The thing?” Thalia laughed, “you really need to get out more. The band was great. Leo and I may drag you with us next time.”

Annabeth frowned, wondering where her pencil had gotten to.

“Here.” Thalia picked up the pencil which had rolled into their living space.

“Thanks. I’m glad you had a good time, maybe I’ll go when things slow down at school.”

Thalia smirked, “I don’t think Columbia ever slows.”

Annabeth looked up at her friend and smiled, “Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Oh I know, blondie. I know.”

They had known each other since Annabeth was seven when Thalia's family moved into the neighborhood. Thalia was a few years older but had a younger brother Annabeth’s age. She liked Jason Grace well enough but there was something about Thalia that just clicked. Maybe it was because with her Annabeth didn’t have to be the perfect only child, she got to be a kid. Still, the 3 of them ran that little cul-de-sac during their middle school years or at least they liked to think they did.

Being older meant Thalia was already out of school. She’d gotten the damn piece of paper because her dad threatened to do anything in his power to make her graduate. Their dad was a real piece of work.

Now, Thalia had a job in the city at a rescue center. Over the years, she’d grown pretty soft to animals and every couple of months tried to convince Annabeth and Leo to break their no pets allowed lease and adopt.

Annabeth knew Thalia loved no one in this world like her little brother. She’d do anything to protect him. She knew Thalia was terrified of heights but still went to the top of the Empire State Building for Annabeth’s eighteenth birthday. She stayed in the observatory room but she still made the journey to the top. Annabeth knew she acted tough and looked tougher but Thalia had a soft spot for animals, found family like Annabeth and Leo, and a love for anything so spicy it made you cry.

And Thalia knew Annabeth in all the same ways. She always kept a quart of mint chocolate chip ice cream in the freezer because she knew it was the one food Annabeth ate when stressed. Thalia knew Annabeth’s relationship with her family had always been a sore spot but as her stepbrothers got older, the closer the Chase siblings got. Most importantly, she knew Annabeth put her schoolwork above everything. Which is why she knew there was a slim chance that Annabeth would go out on weekends with her and Leo, not even to go see Jason’s band. Unless it was a special occasion like one of their birthdays.

“Alright ladies, it’s time for bed,” Leo announced from the top of their short staircase that led to their bedrooms. “Leo is tipsy and sleepy and your yapping is echoing down the hall.”

“We’re coming,” Thalia said.

…

Percy loved the rush of being on stage. It was like a wave crashing a little higher than expected but not enough to knock you down.

He didn’t always think he’d be a singer. There were a few years when he thought he’d never make anything of himself beyond a little family in New York if he was lucky. But when he got to college and met Piper it changed everything.

It was their spring semester of freshman year. Percy had been sitting in this big green space they had in the middle of campus on a blanket with his guitar. Paul, his stepdad, had taught him how to play when he was fifteen. Playing guitar had been the one thing aside from swimming that felt like home. Percy was good at it. He could calm his thoughts with chords and lyrics and keep his fingers busy with the strings. It was easy to get lost in it.

That’s exactly how Piper found him. She had this fierce energy about her. Confidence that Percy had always wished for in high school, something over the years that Piper had instilled in him.

She didn’t bother introducing herself or even saying anything at all. Instead, she just started singing.

There’s this movie that I think you’ll like This guy decides to quit his job and heads to New York City This cowboy’s running from himself And she’s been living on the highest shelf

Percy harmonized with her until the song was over.

“You’ve got a great voice,” he told her.

“You’re pretty skilled yourself,” she replied, “I’m Piper.”

He had never seen her on campus before that day but they spent the next few months hanging out, watching movies, complaining about their shitty love lives, and eventually auditioning for a drummer.

It took 3 months before Jason walked into their audition room. That day it had been a space they rented on campus. The music department also lent out instruments so they rented a drum set for a few hours.

When Jason entered the room, Piper immediately whispered to Percy, “he’s hot,” and winked.

Percy wasn’t about to hire the guy based on how hot Piper thought he was but then they heard him play.

Now, he couldn’t imagine life without the two of them.

So yeah, Percy loved being on stage with two of his best friends but what he loved more was the moments just after he left the stage; when you could still hear the crowd applauding and the noise ringing in his ears when his bandmates clapped his shoulder and he’d bring them sweat and all into a bone-crushing hug, when Percy wonders if this feeling of lightness will ever disappear. When they make it big, will stadiums feel different? Or will they always be this weird trio from the New York City streets who love making music together?

But these last weeks, that lightness had formed itself into a tightness. Sitting right in the middle of his chest. And it had everything to do with a girl named Annabeth.

Maybe he should back up a little.

It was the weekend before St. Patrick’s Day, their last gig for two weeks. Jason was going on a sibling trip with his sister, Thalia, plus with the holiday almost no bars in the city were looking for some no-name-twenty-somethings and their band to be playing to the drunkest crowds. So, they wanted it to be a good one.

This bar was a place they hadn’t played before so setup took a little longer as they realized the stage was slightly larger than what they normally dealt with. It was a college bar which meant plenty of people their age, which was refreshing. Normally, Percy pulled out some oldies covers to appease the older crowds they typically played for.

He was happy to not have to try his darndest to remember the words to Haddaway’s What Is Love tonight. It repeated itself too much and got jumbled in his head.

It happened in the middle of their set. Piper was introducing the next song. She and Percy took turns with vocals. While Piper was talking about her ex-girlfriend who she wrote this song about, Percy was switching out his guitar for a tambourine. Percy began hitting his thigh with the tambourine, Jason was playing a steady beat on his drums, and Piper opened her mouth to start singing.

Heartbreak Saturday nights, getting ready To make you see that I'm better already I put on every perfume and I do it to hurt you, oooh Make sure I smell like your bedroom when I was in it Wearing the dress that I met you and sent you spinning And I flirt with your friends but it’s a beggar’s revenge Cause she’s with you again

Percy let his eyes wander over the crowd, people seemed to be enjoying their set. It was one of the biggest crowds they had played for. His eyes trailed over to the bar because he knew if Grover had shown up he’d be there. Grover tried to make it to most of their gigs but Percy never knew for sure if Grover had made it or not until he spotted him in the crowd. Percy had been looking for a pair of brown eyes belonging to his best friend but instead, he found himself caught in a pair of stormy gray ones.

She was watching him too. He knew because her cheeks flushed like she’d be caught doing something wrong; he was positive his were red too but hopefully it played off that he was just hot from performing.

He didn’t know it then but she was about to be the death of him.

#percabeth #percabeth fanfic #percabeth fanfiction #my fics

[quobber]

‘tis the damn season

(part 1/3)

yk what? im not really sure what this is. came along as i wrote it.

Pairing: Gwen Stacy x Peter Parker

Contents: cheating, eventual smut but not this part, friends to lovers (?), angst !!

Words: 3k

Gwen Stacy thinks she threw her life away. Stuck with an emotionally distant husband and uneventful life, she’s under the impression that she’ll never amount to anything. Then she meets Peter Parker, and she begins to realise that she isn’t as damned as she thought.

Gwen didn’t know when she fell out of love with Flash Thompson. It was sweet for a while, innocent, a puppy love. But they shouldn’t have gotten married so young. They shouldn’t have settled down so quickly. Now they were stuck in a loveless marriage, bound together by nothing more than legality.

Gwen wished she hadn’t given her life away. She had hopes, dreams. She wanted to be something in life. She’d thrown everything away for her high school sweetheart who didn’t even give her the time of day.

Her life was painfully average. She sat at a desk all day, writing pointless articles for a boss that paid her too little, went home to a husband who felt nothing for her, and slept terribly, only to wake the next morning and do it all again.

She sat at her desk, keyboard clicking as she wrote yet another article on the mystery that was Spider-Man, although she would have preferred to write literally anything else. She couldn’t care less about the vigilante, but his name sold papers, so she wrote what she had to.

“Stacy. My office.” Jameson’s voice boomed from the phone on Gwen’s desk. She closed her eyes and sighed slowly, getting up. She walked towards her boss’s office, preparing herself for another lecture on her writing.

She stopped once she walked through the door. Someone was already there. He sat across from Jameson. His hair was dark and messy, and he was tall. He turned to face her and for just a moment Gwen swore she couldn’t breathe.

“Stacy, this is Percy Parker. He’s a photographer.”

“It’s Peter, sir.”

“Whatever.”

Gwen blinked at the two of them for a moment, then held her arm out and shook Peter’s hand, giving him a friendly smile. “I’m Gwen Stacy.”

Peter held her hand for just a second longer than he should have, just long enough for them to remember one another’s touch, for it to be tattooed into their skin.

“Nice to meet you.” Peter smiled.

Gwen sat in the chair next to Peter, crossing her legs, and looked at Jameson. He lit a cigar and placed it between his lips, sitting back in his chair.

“Parker’s a new employee. Moving up from freelance. I need you to show him how we do things around here. His desk is next to yours.”

“That’s Betty Brant’s desk.” Gwen furrowed her brows.

“That was Betty Brant’s desk. Why do you think I needed to hire someone new?” Jameson scoffed, “Keep up, Stacy. It isn’t that hard to figure out.”

Gwen shrunk back into her chair and her face turned a light shade of pink. She was used to her boss embarrassing her, but now there was an audience.

“Uh, sir?” Peter spoke up. “Not to be disrespectful or anything, but, did ya really have to do that?”

Both Gwen and Jameson slowly turned to look at Peter, each of them equally surprised. No one stood up to him.

Jameson took a slow drag of his cigar and exhaled, staring Peter down. “You’re on thin ice, Parker. Thin ice. Get out of my office. Both of you.”

Gwen didn’t need to be told twice. She got up and quickly left the room, Peter trailing behind her. Gwen kept her eyes down as she walked back to her desk, still embarrassed over the whole situation. She reached her desk and sat down, gesturing to the desk next to hers.

“That’s yours, I guess.” She mumbled, turning her laptop on.

Peter watched her carefully for several seconds. Gwen felt his eyes on her but she pretended not to notice, opening an unfinished document.

“You really let him talk to you like that?” Peter sat slowly, his eyes glued onto her. Like he couldn’t look away.

“What choice do I have?” Gwen shrugged. “He’ll fire me in a second if I stood up to him.”

“He didn’t fire me.” Peter offered.

“Because you get good pictures. I’m just another writer. I’m replaceable.” Gwen looked up to meet his eyes.

She’d seen his name in the paper before, in the corner of Spider-Man pictures that often went along with her articles. Photographed by Peter Parker. No one got pictures like him. They were, frankly, incredible. Jameson wouldn’t fire him.

“Don’t say that.” Peter shook his head.

Gwen blinked at him for a second longer before she looked back at her screen, going back to writing. Peter didn’t take his eyes off of her.

“You’ve been staring at me for a while.” Gwen finally spoke up, feeling incredibly nervous. Peter was attractive, she wouldn’t deny that, but she wasn’t attracted to him. His gaze just made her heart beat a little bit faster.

“I’m sorry he said that to you. And I’m sorry about your friend.” Peter spoke.

Gwen stopped typing and sighed, “Betty wasn’t my friend. And I don’t care about what he said.”

Gwen wasn’t sure why Peter cared so much. It was an odd feeling, it was almost nice. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had worried about her.

“Okay.” Peter nodded, finally looking away. “I won’t bother you about it anymore.”

Gwen lifted her eyes just slightly to study him once he pulled his eyes away from her. She wanted to ask why he’d spoken up for her, but she decided not to. It was best to just drop the subject.

But that didn’t stop the moment from replaying in her mind over and over and over.

-

Peter had settled in nicely, or as nicely as one can settle into The Daily Bugle. And as much as Gwen hated to admit it, work wasn’t completely unbearable anymore. Peter was nice, he was funny, and he made her feel almost normal. She finally had someone to talk to at work. It had been about two months since Peter was hired, and it was the happiest Gwen felt in a long time.

“How come you never talk about him?” Peter spoke up one morning.

Gwen looked across her desk and at Peter, tilting her head.

“Your husband.” He pointed to her wedding ring.

Gwen’s stomach dropped and she looked down at her hand, shaking her head. “Not much to talk about.”

“Why not?”

One thing about Peter was that he was curious. He constantly asked her questions, seeming to not even care if they were awkward. He constantly wanted to know more about her. And for some reason, Gwen always found herself answering.

“I mean, he barely even talks to me. I wouldn’t know what to say about him.” She gave a short, forced laugh.

Peter frowned and looked down. “Sorry- I didn’t know.”

Silence filled the air and Gwen went back to work, pushing the thought out of her mind.

“Why are you with him then?” Peter sat up straighter. “I mean, I’m sorry if that’s rude, but I think you deserve better.”

“I really don’t need any relationship advice.”

“I’m not tryin’ to give you any advice. I’m telling you that you deserve better.”

Gwen took a deep breath. “Look, Peter, I appreciate your concern, but I’m fine. Really. You shouldn’t be worrying about my marriage.”

Peter locked eyes with her but said nothing. He wanted to argue further, but it wasn’t his place, and he knew that. So he changed the subject. “What’cha doing after work?”

Gwen eyed him slowly. “Why?”

“I wanna take ya out for coffee.”

She blinked at him.

“Not like- uh, not like a date, obviously.” He rubbed the back of his neck and laughed nervously. “Just like.. hanging out. As friends.”

Gwen bit the inside of her cheek. It probably wasn’t a good idea. No matter what Peter said, getting coffee together was pretty date-esque.

But she nodded after a moment. What was the harm? “Sure. Hanging out as friends.”

-

The day dragged by slower than usual. But eventually, somehow, it was 4 p.m. and Gwen was free. She closed her laptop and placed it in her bag, putting her jacket on.

“It’s only a few blocks from here. But it’s the best cafe in the whole city.” Peter walked out of the building with her.

“Really? The whole city?” Gwen smiled.

“The whole city.” Peter nodded, leading the way. “My uncle brought me here for the first time when I was a kid. I swear, it’s incredible.”

Gwen followed close behind him, a slight bounce in her step. She thought walking next to him was too intimate. You walk next to a date, someone you’re close with. Your arms could brush against each other. Your hands could touch. So she walked behind him, to be safe.

They got to the cafe about 5 minutes later. Peter held the door for her and Gwen felt her stomach flutter. She kicked herself internally as she thanked Peter and walked through the door. Those types of things weren’t supposed to make her excited.

The cafe was cute on the inside and Gwen smiled, going up to a display shelf where there were dozens of pastries.

“Best in the whole city.” Peter smiled behind Gwen, his arms crossed as he watched her.

It took a while but Gwen eventually decided what she wanted, ordering a croissant and a cup of tea. She reached for her purse when the cashier rang her up, but Peter put cash down before she could.

“Peter, no-”

“You’re too late, I already did.” He shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee.

Gwen huffed and took her order, shaking her head. “I’m going to pay you back.”

“You’re paying me by being here.” Peter grinned, then walked outside of the cafe. There were three tables outside and Peter sat at one, gesturing to the spot across from him.

Hanging out. As friends.

Gwen sat across from him and took her croissant out of the brown paper bag, shaking her head.

“What?” Peter questioned.

“You said this wasn’t a date.”

“It's not.” Peter grinned. “Does it feel like one?”

“Please let me pay you back.” Gwen huffed, taking a bite of her croissant. “...Oh my god.”

“It’s good, right?” Peter raised his eyebrows.

“It’s really good. You were r-” She looked over Peter’s shoulder.

Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

This wasn’t happening.

Flash walked down the street in their direction, not noticing the two of them. Gwen kept her head down.

“..what happened? Are you okay?” Peter had a confused look on his face.

“Shh.” Gwen hissed, trying to hide her face with her hand. But it wasn’t any use as Flash got closer.

Flash did a double take, looking at Gwen then Peter and back to Gwen. He walked up to the table, jaw clenched.

“Flash-” Gwen felt sick suddenly, dizzy and nauseous and head pounding. “I didn’t know you came this way.”

“Obviously.” Flash spat, glaring at Peter. “Who’s this?”

Gwen opened her mouth to speak but Peter stood, his hands up in surrender. “Listen, man, it’s not what ya think. I just took her to get some coffee.”

Beat.

“God knows you don’t.”

The colour drained from Gwen’s face.

“What?” Flash stepped closer to Peter, standing to his full height. Gwen grabbed his arm but he shrugged her off. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me.”

Peter kept his hands in the air. “Because it’s so hard to just be a decent fucking husband, right? You must have it so difficult. I’m so sorry.”

“Peter!” Gwen stood finally, pulling Flash away, looking into his eyes. “Let’s just go, okay? I don’t- I don’t know why he’s being like this. I swear, nothing happened. Nothing will ever happen.”

She shot a glare at Peter as she said the last part, grabbing her purse. She threw some money on the table and shook her head. Her hand was on Flash’s arm as they walked away, trying to calm him down.

-

Peter didn’t show up to work the next two days. Gwen didn’t want to speak to him anyway, but a small part of her wondered what had happened. Was he really giving up his paycheck to avoid her?

Jameson stood by Gwen’s desk, smelling of cigars and cheap cologne.

“Stacy.”

“Good morning.” Gwen sighed, looking up.

“You had two articles due yesterday.”

“Peter hasn’t been here. He has the pictures for the articles.”

Jameson slowly looked at Peter’s desk, as if he hadn’t noticed his absence before. “Well, where is he?!”

Gwen blinked slowly, “I don’t know.”

“Find him! I need those articles by tonight, or you’re fired.” Jameson gruffed, storming back into his office.

Gwen sat back defeatedly in her chair. Jameson threatened her job multiple times a week, so she was pretty much desensitised to it at this point, but a looming fear hung over her this time. Having an article without pictures published would definitely take a chunk out of her paycheck, one that Gwen couldn’t afford to lose with the holidays coming up.

She took her phone out of her purse and dialled Peter’s number. She’d memorised it, because adding his name into her phone felt too personal. They weren’t that close.

“Hey, this is Peter Parker, leave a message.”

Gwen huffed at the fact that she’d been sent straight to voicemail and waited for the tone.

“Peter, hey, I need those pictures. You can go back to avoiding me as soon as I get them. Thanks.”

She paused for a few moments.

“This is Gwen, by the way. Gwen Stacy.”

She hung up and put her phone back into her purse. She opened a document on her laptop and started to edit her latest report. Spider-Man had apparently gotten hurt a few days ago trying to stop a robbery. A part of her, almost unnoticeable, felt sorry for him.

-

Gwen was about to start packing up her things later that day when her phone rang. She looked at it, recognising the number. She accepted the call and held her phone to her ear, breathing a sigh of relief.

“Hi.”

“Hey Gwen,” Peter mumbled from the other line. He sounded tired. “I’m sorry about the pictures. I can swing by- er- yeah- I can drop them off in a few minutes.”

“Okay.” Gwen nodded, suddenly overcome with worry. Peter was usually very perky, always in a good mood. Something was off. She was still upset with him, but that could wait.

“...Are you alright?”

There was no answer.

“Peter?”

“Sorry. I’m okay. See you soon.”

He hung up. Gwen sat with her phone still at her ear, mind racing with possibilities of what could be wrong. Was it because of what happened with Flash? Did he feel guilty? Was it nothing and Gwen was just overthinking?

She looked at her laptop, eyes scanning a few lines of her work.

Masked vigilante known as Spider-Man injured while trying to stop a robbery, according to several witnesses.

Gwen’s mouth went dry.

The pictures. The “long lens camera.” The sporadic absences. The constant defence of Spider-Man to Jameson. Spider-Man had gotten hurt, and since then Peter was nowhere to be seen.

She slammed her laptop shut and stood up, throwing her coat on and purse over her shoulder, rushing out of the building. She tried to think of any evidence against her coworker being an anonymous superhero, but the more her mind worked the more it made sense. She walked faster.

“Woah- Gwen- I said I’d come to you.”

Gwen looked up and saw Peter walking towards her. She didn’t know what to do, she wasn’t ready to deal with this new information. She tried to swerve around him.

Peter placed a gentle hand on her arm, looking into her eyes with concern. “Are you okay? You look pale. Don’t ya need these?” He held up a few pictures.

“Give them right to Jameson.” Gwen avoided his eyes.

“Hey, listen,” Peter eyed her carefully. “I’m so sorry about what I said to him. It wasn’t my place, and I- I really should’ve kept my mouth shut, and if there’s anything I can do to make it up to you please let me know.”

Gwen looked at him finally, a dark bruise on his cheek that furthermore confirming what she already knew.

“But Gwen, I meant what I said. I shouldn’t have said it, but I meant it. Why are you even with him? Why did you marry that guy? Do you know how much better you deserve?”

Gwen pressed her lips into a thin line, shaking her head.

“..He wasn’t always like that. He used to take me out to dinner, tell me I looked pretty. He used to be a good husband. But, I don’t know, people change.”

She smiled sadly at the memories she usually avoided. It wasn’t that they were unpleasant, but if she thought about them for too long she got sad. She missed loving, and being loved.

“Then why do you stay?” Peter’s hand was still on her arm, eyes still staring deeply into hers.

“I stay because I have to. I have bills, Peter, a mortgage, student loans, I couldn’t do all that by myself.”

Peter sighed sadly and let go of her arm.

Gwen studied him. Peter was just a normal guy. A kind, attractive, normal guy. She couldn’t believe he spent his free time in a costume fighting crime.

“I don’t need you to save me,” she spoke, “I know that’s kind of your whole thing, but please give it a rest. Stick to saving kittens from trees, bug boy. Maybe you won't get hurt that way.” Gwen whispered. Peter kept a poker face for the most part, but Gwen could see a flicker of worry darken his eyes.

“See you tomorrow.” Gwen took a deep breath and started walking again.

***

part 2

part 3

#gweter #tasm #gwen stacy #peter parker #andrew garfield #petergwen #peter x gwen #tasm 2 #tasm!peter parker #gwen x peter #emma stone #the amazing spider man #writing #peter parker fanfiction #gwen stacy fanfiction #mcu #spider man

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Growing Pains || Sg Ish

come back my baby come back alive

She was small, yet not. She had screamed her heart out- begging and pleading in the way only children can for salvation, for a savior.

Years of stories racing in her young mind of heroes and dragons and princesses to save; the promise, oh the promises from her fathers over and over when the dragons showed their teeth and the evil sorcerer raised his hands to cast curses upon the bright eyed darling of the story.

‘Don’t worry, baby- Baba will always be there. I’ll always save you.’

And her throat was raw. Her eyes rimmed in red. Her lips bitten until they bled.

Where were the knights to carry her home?

The cell was cold- steel and burning and it stunk of blood and fuel. Her eye hurt from where she had been struck- she curled up and hugged her legs and let her tears fall hot and burning as her now-thin little voice sounded out for her little brother.

They had taken him away, muttering things she didn’t understand but couldn’t trust- things about “Incorrect source materials” and “Unneeded for the mission”. The cell was dim. Her little body was hurting. Her fear had melted away into something far more numb and she shivered in the cold.

The door hissed as it opened, and a hand closed on her little arm and pulled her to her feet and she whimpered in pain once before she was pulled along at a punishing pace; her bare little feet stumbling on the ice cold floor as the bruises showed syrupy and dark.

Something hummed along her bones, like it was waking up.

She did not like the Strange Man with Prowl’s Voice. He was cold, and scary, and so very mean to her. He called her things she didn’t recognize but knew, in her little clean soul were vicious and hateful.

“Where is my baby brother!”

“He’s dead.”

Stardust can’t help the sob that sentence wrenches from her.

“He’s dead and it’s your fault, little one- because you can’t be a good girl. Because you never were a good girl, you know. You’re evil- just like your Daddy is.”

“No! ‘M not evil an’ neither are my Babas!”, she shouts back, her tears heavy already and the lights bright enough to be a painful press against her little eyes like a migraine.

“Maybe Aid isn’t evil- But Brainstorm is.”, says the Strange Man with his foul and crooked smile, “He’s the most evil man in the universe, that’s why I have to be here. Because he did so much Wrong that I need to punish him for it. And you.”

She grits teeth she’ll lose in a year or so, and struggles against the hands that hold her little arms as again she screams out a “NO! NO NO NO NO!”

“Oh yes.”, he laughs, “Open your eyes, you little meatbag. Look, look at all the things your father did.”

“NO!!”, she screams once more with a sob- but it falls on deaf ears as fingers dig in and force her eyes open and the screen glows bright. She wails, still struggling even now and she knows the eyes she sees in old footage- she knows the voice bellowing demands and condemnation and laughing as the sound of launchers sound off. She knows the flashes and sparks of gunfire-

She remembers seeing it when Granbaba Percy has to scare off the wild dogs. She knows the shape of a pistol from the one Baba Aid keeps in the little safe by the bed.

She protests again, her voice weakening as the wails and howls from the footage of death destruction grind against the softness of her spirit and turn it sharply jagged and broken and she does the only thing a little girl trapped in the bowels of Hell can do.

Stardust begins to cry.

There is no sound, as she watches her precious father roll his eyes and fire the weapon hidden within his prosthetic arm, her eyes darken from gold to copper as she sees the lifeless remnants of the targets drop into a pile of smoking meat and shredded lab gear.

“B-Baba...”, she whimpers once more as her tears flow in a heavy stream- bubbling over her eyelids and catching in the long lashes she inherited from First Aid and the Strange Man smiles and laughs just outside of her reach as something inside this little cosmonaut breaks into a thousand shards, and a thousand shards again- all to stick in every little fingerpaint-corner of her heart.

Her eyes hurt so badly from the light. From how she is held and forced to watch. Her little chest heaves and she hangs limp in the grasp of the enemy before the light in her eyes finally goes out.

Her tears run black, like ink. Like rot. They spiderweb as a mycomutagen subspecies activates from where it had nestled into her very DNA as a last resort to protect her; and now it had no choice but to try.

Her head was released after who knows how long, her little form dropped like trash and she fell in a tiny heap as the Strange Man clucked his tongue like a scold and nudged her with a boot.

“See? You come from Evil, little girl.”, he coos, “Will you try and be good for me now? Or do you want to be Evil like he is forever?”

“Mm.”, she mumbles, pushing herself to sit up and wrap her arms around herself as she trembles and dark lines race over her skin, “Mm. ‘M s’rry. I’ll be good, I’ll be good I pr-promise.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”, he says, his voice somewhere between sleaze and seething, “And, just in case, I’ll give you something to help you.”

She hears a snap, it sounds like fingers snapping like when Baba Stormy tries to get the cats off the counter, and she looks up.

The door opens and she sees a heavy dark coat and unloving golden eyes glaring down at her as a manic smile spreads over a face she knows and she screams like she is dying.

Her jaw is grabbed by the Strange Man, who knelt down beside her, “I told you, little girl, that he’s evil- And now he’s here, and he’ll fucking kill you if you so much as put a toe out of line, do you understand me?”

“NO NO NO NO NO-”

“That’s right, little brat. Remember that terror. Thank you, Brainstorm- I’ll b sure to call you if I’ve need of a babysitter.”

“Yes sir.”, is the whispered answer- the voice wrong but not wrong enough to punch through Stardust’s terror.

She trembles as the Strange Man takes her hand, “Now. Let’s get you started on being the goodest girl in the universe, hm? Ironfist, hurry up- your newest test subject is ready!”

The door in the shadows opens, and the man standing there smiles without it reaching his eyes.

“Aw, she’s almost too cute to hook up to this thing.”, he sighs, “...But, then again- Given what she comes from...”

“I didn’t have you posthumously added to this roster for you to have doubts.”, snaps the Strange Man as he shoves the child to him. Stardust trembles and stares at the floor as they argue.

“You didn’t have to have me fake my death by hiding with your ex either and YET I was in cryo for how many months?”, was the wry reply as Ironfist looked down at the shivering child who stood with bare feet and bruised skin.

He shook his head, stepping to the side and letting her pass by- giving a quiet kick to the storage locker in the wall that had a crooked door.

The MTO behind it gagged- feeling it’s modified body fail as the circuitry embedded in it’s skin burned far too hot to live through and Stormy’s borrowed face began to blister as the impersonator felt his heart stop.

“Come on little one. Let’s get that nasty mutagen out of you yeah?”

A bitter laugh.

“We’ll drain it aaaaaaall out- and you won’t be evil anymore.”

Stardust looked up, taking comfort in the smile on Ironfist’s face, not understanding the mockery in every last line of it. She looked forward, seeing the machine glow as it slowly fired up-

And that’s when she noticed the syringes.

The Strange Man- Prowl, smiled when he heard a shriek echo down the hall the pair had exited through.

Somewhere- Stormy gagged on sudden pain; curling in on himself and desperately trying to breath as he swore he felt his very veins begin to burn.

#pastelwrites #shatteredglass #look theres bodyhorror #this poor child will need immense amounts of therapy if she survives this.