#Percy Wainwright

[cookie-de-baunilha]

a j/p modern au fic where john and percy compete with each other to see which one of them solves the cain’s jawbone puzzle first

plot twist: my girl minnie manages to outdo both of them

#john vs percy vs minnie the ultimate spy beef #and it’s just the three of them trying to crack a fictional puzzle but they take it very VERY seriously #outlander #outlander au #lord john series #lord john grey #john grey #percy wainwright #percy beauchamp #minnie grey #minerva grey #john x percy #cain’s jawbone

[britishguyslover]

Lord John fans before Brotherhood of the Blade: it's heartbreaking that John never had a real relationship after Hector died, and he had been hopelessly in love with his straight friend.

Diana when BotB was published: well, actually, John had a serious and honest relationship with Percy, but realized too late that he fell in love with him.

LJG fans: oh :'(

Diana, 5 years later (18 years in the books' timeline): Soooo, Percy is back... And maybe John still loves him...and perhaps Percy still loves him too.

LJG fans: oh my, HOPE

Diana 10 years later: bitches, hahaha, gay men in the 18th century absolutely cannot be happy, what did you think? That's so not realistic (unlike, time travel, and being with someone who lives 200 years in the past, that is absolutely believable). It's not like I'm homophobic, just...

LJG fans: ...

#lord john grey #percy wainwright #lord john series #anti diana gabaldon

[tangentsandbubbles]

John. Percy

Jamie. ?

#outlander #lord john grey #jamie fraser #percy wainwright

[brotherhoodoftheblade]

It's hilarious to me that the first and last fortune John got in BotB was "The greatest danger could be your own stupidity" and "And the one you love could be closer than you think". I'm finding it pretty hard not to agree on both scores. xd

I also have to appreciate the way DG still had all her ducks in a row on the John/Percy front back then (at least until she lost her mind during the writing of Bees -_-).

*sigh*

#Lord John Grey #Percy Wainwright #John x Percy #lord john series #the brotherhood of the blade

[rubadubdub3nunsinatub]

I need some nuclear revenge percy/john fic. Like john treats percy like shit so he wrecks his life. I need it emotionally...

#lord john grey #percy wainwright #outlander

[narastories]

John/Percy #9

Surprise! I bet you didn't think I was going to ever write this? :D Thank you for the prompt and sorry it took so long <3

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9. "I love the way you smell."

Percy could tell John had been trying not to wake him. He still stirred as the comforting presence of his lover disappeared. Percy yawned and rolled over. He hugged John’s vacated pillow, still warm from his body, and inhaled contentedly.

“I love the way you smell,” he muttered, burying his face into the pillow.

John chuckled.

“Unwashed man?”

Percy snuggled the pillow closer. Yes, there was sweat too, but also…

“Lemon verbena,” he mumbled dreamily. “Makes me think of summer in Italy...”

Fingers carded through his hair gently, almost hesitantly.

“We’ll go to Italy together,” John promised.

Percy smiled into the pillow. That sounded fantastic. Perhaps he would confess his love in the heat of the Italian sunshine and John wouldn’t mind. With that sweet thought, he promptly fell back into sleep.

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I decided that I should really try and clean up my inbox and answer all the lovely prompts in there. It might not be quick, but I'll make an effort to do it xx

#lord john grey/percy wainwright #lord john grey #percy wainwright #my fic #fluff

[saltybenchday]

https://open.spotify.com/album/3hsgMwqYXMTKPFR4Btn7TE?si=8C9ps9DESoSGnk68YAr-mg

This song makes me think of John/Percy so much I can’t stop thinking about Percy saying:

“Now you hang from my lips like the Gardens of Babylon. With your boots beneath my bed, forever is the sweetest con.”

Girl hElp I’m feeling again.

#lord john grey #percy wainwright #John/Percy #Spotify #normally John/percy isn’t on my mind #but every time I hear this I wanna write about them

[gayelderstourney]

Bracket Be Upon Ye

This was really hard to seed because I know half of them will be eliminated round 1 but I don't really want any of them to lose lol. I ended up deciding to dedicate entire quarters to (mostly) yaoi or (mostly) yuri, with yaoi and yuri only going up against each other starting in the semifinals. This is just because most of the yaoi pairings are more popular and if I seeded solely on popularity most of the yuri would be eliminated immediately.

(I'm not trying to misgender Raine, and I'm not gonna label that specific pairing "yaoi" or "yuri"; it's just their partner is a woman and there's no easy way to split up the contestants otherwise.)

Round 1 on the left side will start Sunday, July 23. Matches will start being posted at 10:00 AM CST (15:00 UTC) and last for a week. Right side will be next week after the left side concludes.

[Image description: A 32-contestant tournament bracket labeled "old man yaoi + old woman yuri bracket!" with multiple exclamation marks. The background is a pink and lavender gradient. The matchups are as listed below. End ID.]

Hemithea/Josephine (Percy Jackson) vs. Grace Hanson/Frankie Bergstein (Grace and Frankie)

Gertrude Robinson/Agnes Montague (The Magnus Archives) vs. Buddy Aurinko/Vespa Ilkay (Penumbra Podcast)

Red/Blue (This is How You Lose the Time War) vs. Arcee/Aileron (Transformers)

Ms. Bitters/Countess von Verminstrasser (Invader Zim) vs. Miriam Forcible/April Spink (Coraline)

Gerald Robotnik/Black Doom (Sonic the Hedgehog) vs. Sheo/The Nailsmith (Hollow Knight)

Jean-Luc Picard/Q (Star Trek) vs. The Once-ler/The Lorax (Lorax 2012)

Ilya Tchaiko/Seichirou Agawa (Our Dreams At Dusk) vs. Heavy/Medic (Team Fortress 2)

Dr. Coomer/Bubby (Half Life VR But The Ai Is Self Aware) vs. Statler/Waldorf (The Muppets)

May Parker/Olivia Octavius (Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse) vs. Aunt Holiday/Auntie Lofty (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Raven Darkholme/Irene Adler (Marvel) vs. Maggie Radcliffe/Jocelyn Knight (Broadchurch)

Hanayo Nishida/Yoshiko Dojima (Hanamonogatari) vs. Navani Kholin/Raboniel (The Stormlight Archive)

Kelly/Yorkie (Black Mirror) vs. Eda Clawthorne/Raine Whispers (The Owl House)

Sir Alistair Hammerlock/Wainwright Jakobs (Borderlands) vs. Irving Bailiff/Burt Goodman (Severance)

Jean Valjean/Javert (Les Miserables) vs. Ravenpaw/Barley (Warriors)

Fiddleford McGucket/Stanford Pines (Gravity Falls) vs. Xehanort/Eraqus (Kingdom Hearts)

Bob Zanotto/Helmut Fullbear (Psychonauts) vs. Craig Cuttlefish/DJ Octavio (Splatoon)

#info post #round 1 #tournament poll #old man yaoi #old woman yuri

[cookie-de-baunilha]

Diana forgetting what she wrote in BOTB is not even a joke actually, it’s a fact:

A YEAR OR TWO LATER?? Is she talking about the Lavender House meeting? Because they talked for like 2 seconds in that scene, it makes 0 sense to consider that as the starting point of their relationship.

But pushing that aside, DECLARED HIS LOVE??? Excuse me, ma’am, I think I’ve read a completely different book.

It wasn’t until after the Doorknob Incident™ that John realized he was in love with Percy, tf is she talking about? And Percy never knew John was in love with him because John never told him, so wdym DECLARED his love?? That thought never left his head.

Let’s take a look at the definition of the verb “declare”, shall we?

Some interesting words: solemn, emphatic, firmly, clearly, publicly, officially… literally the polar opposite of what John did ijbol

Not to mention “someone who turns out to be unworthy of their love”, well I guess they could call it even then bc how the f*ck is Mr. I-will-tell-you-I-can’t-love-you-because-I’m-already-in-love-with-someone-else-but-I’ll-conveniently-2nd-place-you-and-take-your-love-and-all-the-benefits-that-come-with-it-so-that-I-can-enjoy-your-body-and-your-company-whilst-refusing-to-acknowledge-my-own-feelings anywhere near “worthy”.

This is so ridiculous 🙄

#outlander #lord john series #lord john and the brotherhood of the blade #the brotherhood of the blade #lord john grey #john grey #percy wainwright #percy beauchamp #john x percy #anti diana gabaldon

[britishguyslover]

Hannibal, Crowley, Percy: knows himself and doesn't lie about himself.

Will, Aziraphale, John: lies about himself, esp. to himself.

But then again, Will had a wonderful character development, and I'm sure Neil will do a marvelous job with Aziraphale.

As for Lord John Grey ... I have zero faith in Diana, she had 15 years since Brotherhood of the Blade. And did nothing for John's development. In fact, quite the contrary...

#hannibal lecter #will graham #crowley x aziraphale #murder husbands #ineffable husbands #lord john grey #percy wainwright

[tangentsandbubbles]

John and Percy XV

Here I go again, I am going to try and unpick a few of Ms Gabaldon's comments about Percy and John...

I think she does this to fuck with her readers minds TBH. It's just a game to her.

LIAR

There are lies, like the big dishonest ones, and there are lies of omission. I cannot think of any actual lies Percy has told. Lies of omission, certainly- the fact he was a whore, the stuff about Mr A, the fact he loved John, that all came pouring out once he was in prison. But it was all true, all the stuff about Claude, trois Fleche was all true and I expect the stuff about Fergus is all true. As for John, he omitted much- Hector and Jamie in particular. Then he actually lied when he said he didn't know Jamie Fraser (Echo). And Jamie has been known to lie. If anyone can find me an actual lie from Percy, let me know.

UNFAITHFUL

Sweet Jesus, do I need to explain this. It is even written in BOTB - what is the difference between betrayal of the flesh and betrayal of the heart? John knows his love of Jamie was part of their downfall.

EXHAUSTED PITY

Well, John, of course you're exhausted dragging round that bloody great suit of protective armour, denying furiously that you have any feelings. As for pity, well, pity is an interesting choice of word. Pity is isolating and sets up a distance between people, a separation from the other person. Brene Brown says pity involves 4 elements- a belief that the suffering person is inferior, a passive, self focused reaction that does not include providing help, a desire to maintain emotional distance, and avoidance of sharing in the other persons suffering. In other words, John's brick wall is alive and well.

This relationship needs about two books to fix...

#lord john grey #percy wainwright #outlander

[brotherhoodoftheblade]

A character named Perseverance being doomed by the narrative is just extra inherently tragic, so I'll just be officially stanning him forever and a day now.❤️

#sorry not sorry but all gaslighting attempts to the contrary have been a BIG FRIGGING FAIL #the ONLY thing that needs to die a horrible death is the ''bury your gays'' trope!!! 💀 #and the authors who keep writing it can go die in a pool of their own vomit for all I care 😒 #and the gay guy endlessly pining for his straight friend stereotype can go hang itself too! smh #Percy Wainwright #lord john series #outlander #anti diana gabaldon #looks like today's visit to the OL fandom is already going swimmingly LOL #OL is seriously bad for my mental health istg 😬

[twoidiotwriters1]

Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Are you guys liking the story so far? Most of you are so quiet -Danny Words: 2,834 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'Another Believer' -by Rufus Wainwright

X. Just Because I Have Fashion Sense Doesn't Mean I Have Common Sense

I sit next to Percy and lean my head on his shoulder. "That nightmare you had," I say, referring to Annabeth being crushed by darkness. "You'll tell Chiron about it?"

"He'll say he's got a clue but he won't tell me," Percy states grumpily.

"You think Annabeth wants to join the hunt?" I make a face. "I can't imagine not being able to fall in love."

"Annabeth probably found that flyer on the ground and picked it up, you know she hates littering," He straightens in his place, looking right up at the Big House. "I got it."

Percy takes me to see the oracle, is my first time meeting her, and I'm torn between awe and terror. You're supposed to be granted a quest in order to get a prophecy, and Percy has none. I'm not expecting her to respond, but I ask anyway to support Percy. Then I freak out when I hear her voice.

Percy's already leaving, talking as if I were following him down the stairs, but I approach the oracle. "What?" I inch closer.

Percy hears my voice, still upstairs, and stops. He calls after me but I don't reply. I lean down in front of the mummy, her whispers are impossible to comprehend from where I am, so I support one hand on the back of her chair and put my ear right next to her mouth.

"...Beware arae."

"What are you doing?" Percy's voice startles me and I scream a little. 

"I-I'm looking at her dress!" I quickly recover and rush past him. "Great quality!"

I don't know if Percy can tell I'm lying. I also don't know why the oracle addressed me by my real name.

Ara has visited enough magical shops to know they're never fun.

"Guys..." Jason steps out of the elevator. "You've got to see this."

"This is not Macy's," Piper breathes.

The stained window ceiling is beautiful, everything looks fragile and Ara's crow brain buzzes with excitement. She wants to look around, but at the same time, she knows that shiny things are the first to kill you.

Leo gets closer to the railing. "Check it out!"

"Coach Hedge!" Piper gasps. "We've got to get down there."

"May I help you find something?" A woman asks behind them, making them jump. "I'm so happy to see new customers. How may I help you?"

"Um..." Jason pauses. "Is this your store?"

"I found it abandoned, you know," she replies with a pleasant smile. "I understand so many stores are, these days. I decided it would make the perfect place. I love collecting tasteful objects, helping people, and offering quality goods at a reasonable price. So this seemed a good... how do you say... first acquisition in this country."

Ara has a gigantic list of beings that have tried to trick her and her brother into buying stuff at a reasonable price. A reasonable price means turning into guinea pigs or giving away your own parents.

"So you're new to America?" Jason asks. 

"I am... new. I am the Princess of Colchis. My friends call me Your Highness. Now, what are you looking for?"

"Jason..." Piper mutters reluctantly.

"Um, right. Actually, Your Highness..." he points to the first floor. "That's our friend down there, Gleeson Hedge. The satyr. Could we... have him back, please?"

"Of course! I would love to show you my inventory. First, may I know your names?"

Ara's second lesson to a rookie: When a strange lady, who looks like the evil queen from Snow White, asks for your name, make sure you lie.

"This is Piper," Jason answers innocently. "This is Leo, that's Ara. I'm Jason."

The woman's face shifts into a nightmarish sight for a second, then goes back to normal just as quickly. "Jason. What an interesting name... I think we'll have to make a special deal for you. Come, children. Let's go shopping." 

I pull out juice boxes, cookies, and gummy bears out of my bag as I step into the forges. "You won't believe the day I had..."

Beckendorf looks up smirking and raises his voice. "Everyone, Ara brought snacks!"

If I know anything about the Cabin Nine kids, is that food is the way to their hearts. They drop what they're doing and surround me like hungry ducks. Beckendorf sits me on top of a workbench so I can look at them as I talk.

"I disarmed Lily today!" I announce proudly.

"Congrats, Birdy," Nyssa replies politely, digging into a bag of gummy bears.

"If Nico and I work hard, they'll let us try with real swords!"

"What if we make you a sword?" Beckendorf suggests.

I ponder this, but it doesn't sit right with me. Percy and Annabeth got their weapons from someone else, someone they looked up to. I have to earn mine the same way. "It'll come when it has to."

"What's your schedule for tomorrow?" Jake asks.

I pull out a crumbled-up piece of paper from my pocket. "Lunch. Sword training, the lava wall..."

"What? But you've never used the lava wall," Nyssa stops eating to look right at me.

"I know!" I smile big. "Isn't that great?"

"We'll make you a fireproof onesie," Beckendorf suggests with a straight face.

The boys have gone stupid thanks to Medea, but as long as Piper's watching over them, they'll be fine. Ara backtracks slowly, but just as she's turning to the stairs, the woman raises her voice.

"Where do you think you're going?"

The girl stares at her blankly. "Bathroom?"

"Nice try, Ara Jackson," the woman gives her a creepy smile. "You're not going anywhere without my permission. If you want to live, that is."

"You'll try to kill us anyway," she frowns, not surprised that this lady knows her name. "What's the difference if I speed up the process?"

"Ara!" Piper mutters in alarm.

"It's alright, watch this," Ara turns to Leo and Jason, putting all of her power into words. "Boys, for the next half hour, you can't hear anything unless we scream at you."

The boys speak at the same time. "What?"

"Don't listen to her!" The woman sneers.

"What?" Leo asks a little louder.

Ara chuckles. "That'll buy us time."

"Let's speed up your death, Jackson, since you're so eager to get it," Medea's eyes glow red as she snaps her fingers. 

Ara gets transported back to the top floor, sword in hand. She doesn't remember drawing it out. The elevator doors open and something growls inside of it: the Nemean lion steps out, huge and and ready to kill her. 

"Di immortalis," Ara's stomach twists in dread.

She drops to the ground when the lion leaps at her, making the creature crash against a couple of mannequins. Downstairs she hears Piper shouting, Medea's voice echoes around the building.

 "Good luck slowing him down, Daughter of Olympus!"

"Not cool!" She yells back. "That thing was dead, the hunters killed it!"

"Was, half-blood, you said it!" Medea laughs. "Death no longer rules us, young hero. Thanks to my patron, I am flesh and blood again!"

Ara remembers Percy's time fighting the lion, he had help, and right now her team is three stories below and two-thirds of it is temporarily deaf. Then she wonders... does she have to fight it?

The rules that apply to Percy don't have to apply to her. Ara runs across counters and corridors, she grabs a bottle she spotted before in the perfume section, and as she races she tosses all sorts of things in the creature's path, then slides down a handrail, and grabs one of the living fur coats.

Ara presses the Alpha engrained on the hilt of her sword to turn it back into a compass. When the lion jumps over the staircase, the girl pours the bottle of perfume she grabbed moments prior over her head, then stands on her tiptoes to look bigger and opens her arms, the fur coat wrapping her small frame.

"I'm a cub!"

The lion freezes and tilts his head. 

"Meow," she would feel stupid if this weren't a life-or-death situation. The lion sniffs and purrs, nuzzling against her face and licking her hair as if bathing her. "Ugh!" Ara grimaces. "Uh—meow!"

The screaming downstairs increases, it appears Medea shouted loud enough to control the boys. "Stop!" Piper's unable to put enough charm into her voice, she's too scared. Ara has to go back and help them, half of their time has run out already.

"Let them go, Piper," Medea presses. "I'm doing you a favor. Let it happen now, and it will make your choice so much easier. Enceladus will be pleased. You could have your father back today!" 

"Okay... uh... listen," Ara holds the lion's face. "You'll cooperate 'cause you're a good boy, right?" The lion rubs his muzzle against her cheek, it feels like pressing her face on sandpaper. "Good boy!" Ara climbs on top of him and takes off the fur coat. It's like riding a Mrs. O'Leary covered in spiky wire, but she's wearing thick jeans, so she'll survive. The girl holds onto the mane. "Let's go!"

The lion hops toward the staircase, at the bottom of the mall Ara can see the fight has escalated but now Leo and Jason are fighting together instead of each other. Medea gets to the second floor at the same time Ara does. 

"How—?" 

The lion slams Medea against the potions table, pinning her to the ground that's now covered in strange liquids. 

"Fool!" The woman chokes out. "Do you have any idea what so many potions will do when mixed?"

"I'm guessing they'll go boom?" Ara looks down at her. "That's kinda my thing." She kicks the lion's side with her heel. "Go ahead, boy."

The creature leans forward to rip off Medea's head, then Festus crashes through the ceiling, and during the split second that takes place, the woman stabs the lion's mouth with broken glass. He whimpers and backs away, rolling over in pain. 

Piper runs up to the scene and pulls out Ara from under the creature, ripping her jeans and scratching her leg in the process. Medea doesn't get up, she has several pieces of glass on her arms and face and her legs are in a weird position, clearly broken.

Ara examines the lion and sees his toe beans are raw after getting in contact with the mixed potions. The more powerful, the weaker their soft spots, like an Achilles curse. He's dying. 

Ara draws out her sword. "Piper, leave." The girl obeys, but only because Ara uses charmspeak. When Piper jumps the railing she gets caught by Jason and Leo, who are riding Festus' back. Ara helps the Nemean lion the only way she can. 

If she had more time and resources, and if they weren't traveling on a flying dragon, maybe she'd nurse him back to health, but that's not an option. The lion leaves his pelt behind and Ara puts it on, it turns into a cloak as she does.

"This won't be the last time you kill an innocent!" Medea snarls, her skin is now blistering. "You cannot escape your curse!"

Ara puts her sword away, not bothering to look back. "Tell Gaea she's next."

She jumps off the railing and grabs onto one of the cages Festus is carrying as he goes up. Once they're out of reach, the mall explodes.

"I still think we should've asked for help," Lily says.

"No, we're going to show everyone," I lift the sword with difficulty. "We're heroes too!"

"Yeah!" Nico exclaims just as excited.

Lily sighs like she's already exhausted. Her eyes land on a boy walking by and she fixes her posture, calling him over. "Michael Yew!"

Michael isn't a big deal, but people know him for his temper. He's never afraid to pick fights with older campers even though he's Lily's height and Percy's age, so he's a perfect guy for us to train with. 

He looks at Lily reluctantly, to be addressed by her is always a little unnerving. Also, he remembers her from last year's Capture the Flag. 

"Hi..." The boy notices our swords. "Who are you planning to kill now?"

"We're not killing anyone yet, we're training," Lily explains casually.

Nico gets too antsy and starts without us, driving the sword into a dummy with wild energy.

"Training?" Mike crosses his arms. "Athena, Aphrodite, and Hermes don't have sword training at the same time."

"Aphrodites never attend their lessons so the instructor rarely shows up," I shrug. "Nico can do whatever he wants 'cause he's unclaimed, and Lily's using her missing-sister card. She's so sad she can't focus on her lessons."

"I'm falling apart," Lily nods with zero feeling.

Michael clasps his hands together. "Well, you seem to be having fun, so I'm—"

"What are you doing?" Chiron's voice startles us.

Nico's sword cuts across his thigh and makes him bleed, Chiron takes the sword away and snatches mine too as I run up to them.

"Michael, help!" Lily seizes his wrist.

"This is why you shouldn't train unsupervised!" He barks at us.

Michael wants to keep us away from the infirmary so we don't stress out the rest of his siblings, so he takes us to the Big House. 

"I was meant to give Will his first lesson anyway," he sighs, lifting up Nico with difficulty. "If you're just starting, you need to learn without the swords."

"I've trained with Percy before!" I argue.

Michael isn't having it. "I won't have you as a frequent patient!"

Lily tries to follow us but Chiron gets in her way. "Miss Saggio, you should be with your siblings. Go."

There is no room for discussion, Lily groans and turns around. Michael is now scolding Nico because he can't stop squirming. "You won't get better with a wrongly balanced weapon—until you find one that's right, you'll use sticks."

"But Percy always trained with real swords!" I pout.

"What if Bianca needs my help?" Nico and I share a look, his eyes are brimming with tears. 

"If it's an emergency, you won't even register the difference between wood and the real deal," Michael rolls his eyes. "Everyone knows you three are wild little beasts and I'm not teaching you to kill until you learn to control your impulses."

I frown. "Why are you adding Lily to it? She did nothing wrong!"

"She has terrible posture when using a bow!" He snaps, it seems he's been thinking about that one. "If you insist on threatening people's safety by training together, I'll make sure no one gets hurt."

I'm a little stunned at his reply. "Wait... so you'll help us?"

"Michael?" 

Will Solace is standing on the front steps of the Big House's entrance, looking at us with curiosity. Michael Yew walks forward with Nico in his arms, his tone changes when he talks to his ten-year-old brother. 

"Will, go prep the stuff, alright?"

Nico whimpers. "I don't like doctors."

I catch up and hold his hand. "It's okay, these are cool doctors."

Hanging from a cage is good for introspection, and Ara's got a lot on her mind. However, after what feels like merely an hour, Festus makes a funny noise and then plummets down. 

Ara holds onto the cages, her hands hurting from the cold and the effort. She doesn't allow herself to question if this is how she'll die, because really, the sky is the only safe place left for demigods right now. If they can't make it there, then it's game over. 

"You cannot escape the curse."  

What was Medea talking about? Ara isn't cursed!

"Hang tight, Ara!" Leo shouts. "Emergency landing!" 

The boy pilots Festus to the backyard of a mansion, but the moment they reach the limits something blasts Festus straight on the chest. He drops the cages on impact, and Ara doesn't want every organ in her body to burst if she ends up beneath the cage's weight, so she lets go, rolling away just like Percy taught her.

The snow softens her fall as well as her new cloak and the oversized jacket, but the air still gets pushed out of her lungs, and she takes a moment to recover. When she sits up her neck stings, probably pulled a muscle or two, but she can feel all her limbs, and most importantly, her heart's still beating.

She hears voices and then sobbing. Ara tenses and her mind goes to Leo, he was riding Festus when the dragon was blasted out of existence. She looks back to see the absolute carnage that Festus ended up in and all of the emotions she's been bottling up burst out at once. 

Ara doubles over, pushing out the food she ate just a few hours ago. The girl gets up on shaky legs and then searches the area looking for her dino bag. When she finds it, the worn-out T-rex is missing a leg, an eye, and stuffing is coming out of its head. Considering what just happened to Festus, it feels like a bad joke.

Jason and Piper are comforting Leo on the opposite side of the garden. Jason sees her and approaches, but before he can ask she waves a hand dismissively. 

"How's Leo?" Ara sees the boy taking apart Festus's head, then the object then goes up into the sky and vanishes. She moves Jason out of the way. "Hey! We could've—!" 

Leo's expression is heartbreaking and it freezes her in place. "Talked to my dad," he speaks hoarsely. "He says hi."

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[narastories]

Hi, Nara! : ) This is for send me 5 characters.

Lord John Grey, Tom Byrd, Hal Grey, Jamie Fraser, and Percy Wainwright.

(Personally Hal's the most punchable for me. lol)

Ooooh, spicy! Haven't thought about OL characters for a while so this is fun!

I'm definitely punching Jamie. Sorry, this is just how it has to be.

I would very much like to get drunk with Hal, I think it would be pretty fun xD

I'm marrying Tom, of course. He's my darling, I'm the secret wife, haven't you heard? looool :P

And then dating/making out with Percy and John. It's honestly a toss-up for me. I really like both of them! But they should obviously be dating each other hehe <3 Let's say I'm third-wheeling John and Percy xD

Thank you for playing! xx

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EXCERPT from BOOK TEN (Spoilers! (Maybe...)) (via Diana Gabaldon on Twitter)

SIR

Half an hour later, the whisky bottle was empty, but all three of us were stone-cold sober, and there was a ball of cold dread in the pit of my stomach. According to William, Perseverance Wainwright was dead, and Lord John was missing—kidnapped by a man named Richardson. Or so Percy had said, before dying messily, poisoned on the hearth-rug in Lord John’s house.

Jamie rubbed a hand hard over his face, opened his eyes and looked at me, one eyebrow raised.

“Is it possible?” he said.

William’s lips pressed tight together and he made a noise that might have been a stifled snort.

“I shouldn’t be surprised that you think me a liar, sir. But ask yourself why I should tell you such a tale. Or why I should be here.”

“I have been,” Jamie said frankly. “Askin’ myself, I mean. And now I’m asking my wife.”

“Possible, yes,” I said, trying not to show just how disturbing that possibility was. “John’s brother—you know, the Duke-- sent me a note last year, asking me what herbs I’d recommend for the extermination of…um…pests. I wasn’t sure that he was serious—but I’ve never known Hal to make jokes.” Jamie made a noise that was definitely a snort.

“Oh, his Grace has a sense o’ humor,” he said, very cynical. “But ye’re right, he doesna make jests or play wi’ words like his brother. So, did ye answer him?”

“I did,” I said, exchanging stares with him. “On the basis of what I knew was growing in Savannah at the time, I told him that an alcoholic extract of foxglove would be poisonous, but he should take care in using it. I thought that he might be intending to use it on mice or rats,” I added defensively. “There are mice in most houses in Savannah—and cockroaches.”

Both of them snorted. I ignored this.

“But do you actually think Hal intended to—to poison someone, a person, I mean? Or Percy, specifically? Because your description of his symptoms sounds very much like foxglove poisoning—but from what you say, it sounds as though Percy got hold of a bottle of poisoned brandy entirely by accident, doesn’t it?”

“God only knows.” William closed his eyes briefly, and I saw how tired he was, his young face lined and smeared with the grime of long riding. He summoned his strength, though, and straightened.

“I don’t care how or why Percival—or Perseverance—Wainwright happened to die in Lord John’s house. He came to tell me where Lord John was, and—and why.”

Why.

Jamie glanced at me, then fixed his gaze on William.

“So his lordship is—to the best o’ your knowledge—being held aboard a ship called Pallas, in the hands of a man called Richardson, whom ye ken yourself as a right bastard that’s tried to kill you more than once—and now he’s said he means to kill Lord John?”

“Yes.”

“But ye dinna ken why?”

William rubbed his hands hard over his face and shook his head.

“I told you what bloody Wainwright told me. How would I know whether it’s the truth? It sounds--” He flung out his hands in a violent, hopeless gesture.

Jamie and I exchanged a quick glance. How, indeed? It sounded like insanity to William; it sounded much worse to me, and to Jamie.

Jamie cleared his throat and set both hands on his desk.

“I suppose that bit doesna really matter, aye? Whether we believe it or not, I mean. The only thing to do is to find where his lordship is, and get him back.”

It was said so simply that I smiled, despite the situation, and William’s bunched shoulders dropped a little.

“You make it sound so easy,” he said. His voice was dry, but the note of strain in it had gone.

“Mmphm. How long have ye been on the road, lad?”

“Don’t call me ‘lad’,” William said, automatically. “Three months, more or less. Looking for my fa—for Lord John, or for my uncle. I can’t find him, either.”

“Aye. Well, twenty-four hours willna alter your prospects of findin’ either one. Eat, wash, and rest now. We’ll lay our plans tomorrow.”

He turned his head to look out the window, then glanced thoughtfully back at William. It was nearly evening, but the yard and the nearby trees were still alive with people and I could tell what he was thinking. So could William.

“Who do you mean to tell…them—” he nodded toward the window, “—that I am? A lot of them saw me. And Frances knows.”

Jamie leaned back a little, looking at his son. _His son_, and I felt, rather than saw, the warmth that touched him at the thought.

“Ye dinna have to say who ye are.” He caught William’s skeptical glance at his face. “We’ll say you’re--my cousin Murtagh’s lad, if ye like.”

I swallowed a startled laugh that went down the wrong way, and two pairs of dark blue eyes looked austerely down two long, straight noses at me.

“I’ve done with lies,” William said abruptly, and shut his mouth, hard. Jamie gave him a long, thoughtful look, and nodded.

“There’s no way back from the truth, ken?”

“I don’t have to speak Scotch, do I?”

“I’d pay money to see ye try, but no.” He took a deep breath and glanced at me. “Just say your mother was English, and she’s dead, God rest her soul.”

“If anyone asks,” I said, trying to be reassuring. Jamie made a brief Scottish noise.

“They’re Scots, Sassenach,” he said. “Everyone will ask. They just may not ask us.”

Music was beginning to gather, fiddlers and drummers and zitherers coming down from the woods; there would be dancing as soon as it grew dark.

“Come with me, William,” I said. “I’ll find you some food.”

He took a breath that went down to the soles of his boots and stood up.

“Thank you, sir,” he said to Jamie, bowing slightly.

“Surely you needn’t go on calling him ‘sir’,” I said, glancing from one man to the other. “I mean…not now.”

“Aye, he does,” Jamie said dryly. “All the other things he might call me are things he can’t--or won’t. ‘Sir’ will do.” Flicking a hand in dismissal of the matter, he rose from his chair, grimacing slightly at the effort needed to do it without bracing himself with his hands.

“You know,” William said, in a conversational tone, “there was a time when you called _me_ “sir”. He didn’t wait to see if there was a response to this, but went out and down the hall toward the kitchen, his steps light on the boards.

“Why, you little _bastard_,” I said, though I was more amused than shocked, and so was Jamie, from the twitch at the corner of his mouth. “Fine thing to say to someone you’ve just asked for help!”

“Aye, well, I suppose it depends who ye say it to.” Jamie lifted one shoulder and dropped it. “He was six, the last time I called him that.”

[Excerpt from Untitled Book Ten, Copyright 2022 Diana Gabaldon]

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