#and if u don't see red flags already in the fact that even when she was physically and mentally till and drained to perform...

[reineyday]

i’m back to say that magnificent was so so so good!! i love the uta mihawk interactions and how mihawk wants to protect her. i think my favorite part though was when mihawk was talking to shanks all nervous about whether he could call uta his daughter, but shanks answers with an “of course.”

this fic made me wonder why mihawk would do if he was present during the one piece film red… would he come along with the red crew, or would he already be there like the others (luffy, law, etc)?

awh 💖💖 thank u for your continued support! it means a lot :') and im happy you enjoyed the fic haha 🥰

UH, long answer short: i kind of have headcanons that position him before, during, and after the movie hahaha. sorry this reply turned out longer than i expected but my brain's got a mihawk & uta agenda goin' on rn. 😂 thanks again for the ask! ➡️

i actually have a bit of a draft going of mihawk seeing the "shanks destroys elegia" headline, seeing what's up, and finding uta, which i started before i wrote up magnificent lol. that's kinda where i picture him--doing something before everything happens, bc his curiosity makes him wonder why shanks would do smthg so uncharacteristic.

i recognize that's kind of a cop-out answer tho LOL so in regards to the movie itself in the canon(ish) timeline, i imagine he'd probably be there beforehand like luffy etc. he'd be there bc buggy and his crew got tickets and he was somehow dragged there against his will (similar to how law says he's chaperoning bepo but a lot more antagonistic about it aha), probably bc croc decides it might be beneficial to go, for whatever reason. probably scoping the crowd. (pls imagine the cross guild at uta's concert garnering Looks and standing out very obviously, but no one wants to say anything about it LOL even if the crowd is very anti-pirate. like, the strawhats and soen charlottes were there so. why not some ex-warlords?)

when there, he'd be like, "hey wait isn't that shanks's kid? didn't he say she left to sing? huh." and then maybe possibly even dial shanks on his baby den den about it bc if he's the type to bring luffy's poster all the way to an island, he'd probably try to ring up shanks. then he wouldn't be able to connect and clock that something is Up bc he knows shanks is just kinda hanging on his ship rn, on his way out from wano. i dont think he'd be with shanks along with his crew, and i dont think he'd bother going after the fact to help if he wasn't there to start with, which is why i think he'd already be there for separate reasons. ;P

anyways, i also have the start of an idea where the movie happens but uta survives, and shanks, stressed, is like, "hey, y'know what, everything's ramping up and everyone's trying to kill uta and she's still recovering from this wakeshroom shit so she'd probably be safer on land but the marines will be looking for all my known close associates... i'm gonna drop her off with mihawk. he trained those two other kids and the misanthropic fucker (affectionate) has probably found a new island by now anyways, since he isn't a warlord anymore. it should be fine. he'll say yes."

he sets out with his crew to follow mihawk's vivre card. benn and yasopp get the news coo and start laughing about something but they don't tell him, and whatever, he's going to see mihawk soon. he's definitely being led to land, which makes him feel vindicated, until it becomes more and more clear that the structure standing out on the shore is a huge big top tent, and there's an unfortunately very familiar flag flying, and shanks is like, "oh god, don't tell me," and then promptly has to dodge a flying fist and yelling about how he isn't welcome here and what the fuck is mihawk doing with buggy???? and benn and yasopp, having seen the cross guild poster in the news and hidden it from shanks, are laughing so hard at him while he deals with this momentary crisis where two completely different parts of his life have seem to connected without his knowing about it.

(buggy is happy to see uta bc for all that they fight shanks and buggy did make some sort of effort with their brotherhood every now and then so he knows uta and she calls him "uncle bugs"!; mihawk ofc says "yes" to taking care of her bc he feels qualified to handle young adults now lol (he says this with an air of gravitas that is hilarious when considering how he interacts with zoro and perona, which is stoically and poorly); uta makes fun of her dad relentlessly for not having made any moves on the guy he's been in a situationship with since she was a literal child; and croc comes home from a meeting to find international pop sensation uta (that the news said tried to take over the world during her concert or something???) reclined on their couch drinking tea. wild day for everyone.)

#rei replies #dracule mihawk #one piece #uta #one piece uta #mishanks #akataka #one piece red #one piece film red #i also have half an idea of mihawk finding uta and gordon and being like 'they could move in with me i guess' #and the next time shanks visits he's like 'uh. that's my daughter? and her teacher?' and mihawk is like 'no she's my daughter now. duel?'

[drinking-with-cupid]

I'm getting really anxious, because I'm slowly getting to the point in the tmnt 2012 series where his canon love interest the ugly ass bitch makes an appearance. I don't know when exactly she'll appear tho and I know for a fact that seeing her will make me cry or sum shit. I wanna skip the episodes with her but I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHICH EPISODES THOSE ARE

Okay okay but for real, let's agree on the fact that she already looks so ugly and annoying and bitchy

Look at that ugly face and that stupid fucking grin on her disgusting lips and those hideous eyes. I don't even know her shitty ass personality but I can smell a bitch from miles away and this whore right here is the biggest red flag I've ever seen

Raphael, come here, I will treat you better🥺❤️ Lemme hug u and kiss u and love u and kill that revolting, nasty, horrendous, repulsive, gross bitch that dared to touch and kiss you

#me? jealous? hahaha yes. #I am in PAIN okay?! this is so unfair #I'm already crying again fr why does every damn turtle have a canon love interest #it adds NOTHING to the story #but it adds a whole lot of pain to my poor heart

[faulty-writes]

hiii! is it okay for me to request again? (i was the bully rumi smut btw!) but may i request like....,,, miruko firing her student intern for being reckless or weak, but then after years she takes another intern with the readers friend then going to the readers friends house then seeing the reader??? hope u can do this but if you cant you can ignore this! don't put too much pressure!

[ Oh yes, hello dear anon. It's a-okay to request again, just as long as it's one request at a time. So, an old relationship rekindled? Almost reminds me of the last episode of the newest season of Closer Together, God what a twist that was. ]

You were always a reckless student and could only imagine one hero, in particular, that would understand the way you were and accommodate you. This was, of course, Rumi Usagiyama or 'Mirko' and despite knowing she limited herself on how many hero students she would take on, you were persistent and eventually got to do your student internship with her.

Things had gone well until the day she had given you orders you disagreed with during a mission and like a teenager, you thought they were well...stupid and decided to go against them. Your decision proved to be a poor one that resulted in several civilians and yourself being admitted to the hospital. On that very day the hero you looked up to fired you from your internship.

Years had passed since then and while you decided to throw up your hero cape, one of your friends remained pursuing theirs and happened to ask you about your time as an intern. You provided them with your brief history of interning under the rabbit hero Mirko.

To say you were upset that your friend had gotten an internship with your old hero was partly true. You tried to be happy for them, you really did. But it was somewhat painful to know that Mirko could so easily replace you even when she knew how much you looked up to her, maybe even loved her.

You should have known your friend would try to pull something that would embarrass you. The fact that they asked you to wait in their house for a surprise should have been enough of a red flag but when you saw Mirko walk through the door, a mix of emotions ran through you.

You knew you wouldn't be happy seeing Mirko again and after you had initially excused yourself to go outside a few minutes after she made her presence known at your friend's house. You recalled her laugh as you walked away, "Aw, come on pretty face! Ya aren't still mad, are ya!?" you had no idea why you allowed her to have such power over you.

Hours passed while you remained outside, thinking about all those years ago and why Mirko seemed to have fired you on the spot. The more you thought about it, the angrier you got. It didn't help that you could still hear her inside your friend's house, this is when you decided to tell her you wanted her to leave. "Oh back for more!? Thought ya were planning to live outside," she mocked, only adding fuel to your already raging fire.

After shattering a mug during a heated conversation, you walked back outside noticing a large cut across the palm of your hand. "Ya were always reckless damn it! There's no changing ya, is there!?" Mirko exclaimed, seeming to have no fear in following you.

"Ya know ya weren't a bad student back then. I fired ya for your own protection, but I wouldn't expect ya to understand any of that," she stated with a growl, her ears twitching and her biceps slightly straining as she crossed her arms.

Your stubborn nature must have gotten the best of you that day as you remained silent and uncertain of what to say to her. Maybe it was best you had gotten fired. But still, you couldn't help but feel that grudge continue to grow.

#rumi x reader #mirko x y/n #mirko x you #faulty writes: rumi usagiyama #faulty writes: rumi usagiyama: headcanons

[horce-divorce]

lol the Avocado guy made me think of some of the stuff my mom is always peddling at me... one of her absolute favorites is Terry Wahls, she loves to go on about how she's a real doctor who went to the U of Iowa which has really renowned medical professionals!!! etc etc

but Wahls' whole thing is that she cured or alleviated her multiple sclerosis with a miracle Paleo diet, which she will sell her own book to you about for this low low price (I don't even have MS, fwiw, I have chronic pain and POTS, but folks who buy into this stuff, like my mom, don't care about the specifics. They see "cured" and "disability" and desperately want that for every disabled person they know regardless of reality)

Anyway i was thinking maybe it's finally time I debunk that myself (bc apparently those bare facts arent enough of a red flag for my mom) but even her Wikipedia page says she's full of shit!! I don't even have to look. How Refreshing.

Really, what's more plausible:

- that ONE person has truly been able to unlock the secrets of curing MS through a fucking paleo diet, and the fact that no one can replicate her results is just bc they aren't trying hard enough to cure their disability

OR

- a physician who knows all the big words to sound legit came up with a snake oil remedy* that's making her a lot of money off of desperate people

* also I'm not saying that diet and/or exercise don't sometimes work wonders and change people's lives. they can! but every diet is not for every person and so on, and diet will not cure disability.

In fact, one peer review of Wahls' protocol essentially kept coming back with the data that "people who already are less disabled will generally benefit from positive diet/exercise changes, while people who are more disabled see no change", and also that- shockingly- economic status is a factor (respondents said they could handle a 30% increase in the grocery budget; maybe diet and exercise are simply more effective when you're affluent, but idk, they didn't control for that here).

Anyway "im disabled, and will become more disabled, but bought slightly more time until then by caring for myself more attentively and finding a diet regimen that works for me" makes a hell of a lot more sense to me than "this diet will CURE all chronic pain!!!!"

#me #medical stuff #my mom thinks a paleo/keto diet will fix everything #bc they make her feel better when she does them

[wildernessuntothemselves]

ive never anticipated a story so enthusiastically than u releasing the part 4 and after going thru 11k words (which is the most amount of words ive ever read in this entire month), im literally raging rn.

if im gonna be honest, for ur past yandere stories, ive mostly focused and favoured the smut part more but for yamqn, esp with the latest update, for once, ive never felt so invested in reading a story before, the way u convey their feelings without having to write long paragraphs abt unnecessary details... yeah ur my top favorite writer rn.

first and foremost, fuck beomgyu.

beomgyu literally dehumanized her ━ striped her of her basic human rights, chased away her suitors, manipulated her into thinking yn wasn't pretty enough, then use that to his advantage and make yn sell her body to him. although you did put warnings for the nc part, i will admit that part made me wanna throw beomgyu into the deepest depths of hell.

with all his red flags waving high and proud right in my face, if i had to pick the worst one, it would be the fact that he didn't actually care about her at all. he saw her as an object ━ something to be claimed and possessed, something that he expected to obey to his every order. and the fact that he roped his entire family into this just it even sicker, like his parents and sister agreed and encouraged their sickening son's immoral behavior? the apple really doesnt fall far from the tree.

my heart literally broke into pieces when lord taehyun failed his plan like i was abt to throw my pc into the wall when beomgyu mentioned that he would send maids to guard yn's room while he was gone OH speaking of maids.... what they did to yn was equally sick. i understand that they're under his control, but to accept to participate in such a cruel act? do they not have any sense of decency left in them? (just gonna let this slide and close an eye cuz i dont know what went on behind the scenes)

can everyone just please give a pat on the back to lord taehyun cuz DAMN is he committed. honestly if i could i would've just gave him a hug and treat him to the finest things and give him the happiness he deserves. unlike beomgyu, he was SERIOUS about yn like he actually sees her as a human, sees her as a person who he can build a future with and a potential romantic partner. its like the realization that she finally had an opportunity to escape the hellish life she had within the castle beomgyu held her 'captive' in. but then again, the risk of leaving her former life behind, leaving her (ex?) lover behind for a new life that she might get adjusted to with a stranger she knows very little abt (im sorry taehyun) is too much for her to take, so i understood why she hesitated when taehyun asked if she wanted to run away.

anyways i could go on and on but its 1am and i gotta sleep but again, i absolutely loved ur new update!!!! and i look up to u a lot!!!!! im not sure if theres gonna be a part 5... but i hope so! plz dont stress urself out and have a great day ahead mort!!!! (also quite random but can i be 🤓 anon? if it isnt taken?) cheers!!!!

i know this story is already so big without the chapters being 11k 😭

i totally get it. i also mostly focus on the smut when i read stories but when the story grabs my attention. it makes the smut sooooo much better

i don't agree that beomgyu doesn't care for her or that he necessarily thinks of her as an object. I feel like in his own way, he really does love her, but he loves himself more. he'd do anything for her except let her leave him, and he really thinks that he is the best thing for her. she wants someone to provide for her? who better to do it than a prince? who would love her more than he loves her? her family that sold her to him isn't to be trusted to find her a good husband. no other man is good enough for her, especially not taehyun who he believes is cruel and sadistic. he doesn't think of her as an object but he also doesn't trust her to make her own decisions. he thinks that as the man he should be the one protecting and providing for her and he feels he's been doing that all his life and yet she still won't be with him. it's all very selfish but that is beomgyu's core personality trait :')

beomgyu's family share differing sentiments on oc. the father's stance is clear, he thinks she's just a whore for beomgyu. the mother just wants to please her beloved son and doesn't care about oc. wonyoung likes her but her loyalty lies with her brother and she won't go against him to help her

as for the maids, they really have no choice. you think a maid can say no to a prince? they could lose their lives 😂

taehyun has been the perfect knight in shining armor. we've definitely not seen the last of him. but what will he make of oc not being a virgin anymore? will he still want her?

there definitely will be part 5. there are about 4 chapters left in the series

#thank you so much babe #put a huge smile on my face #🤓 anon #mort talks #yamqn

[cbrosa-archived]

mitch winehouse doesn't get called out enough for being a dreadful and phony father. he had a huge role on the whole downfall of amy too.

#mitch winehouse #personal #fuck mitch winehouse forever #he deserted his own daughter and neglected her but once he spotted her talent #and she became big he only started literally USING her as a cash cow till this day he still profits over her name with such nerve #hes just as gross as britney's dad #amy winehouse #and if u don't see red flags already in the fact that even when she was physically and mentally till and drained to perform... #HE AND HER WHOLE MANAGEMENR TEAM FORCED HER ON IT WHICH IS FUCKING ABUSIVE..

[orbitvenus]

just an angst drabble <\3

pairings. any character x f!reader

genre. angst, drabble, a little social media

notes. grammar error and trash writing, imagine whoever fits the best

warning and tags. cheating, insecurities, and betrayal. implied relationship. heartbreak. hurt/no comfort. SKIP THIS IF U DON'T WANT TO READ!!!

stories and laughter fills the room while the movie on the television went unnoticed. its been a while since you got to spend time with your best friend. responsibilities and your current relationship taking a lot of space in your life at the moment.

you jumped right in when an opportunity to bond with your dearest friend showed up. your lover was completely laid-back with the entire thing and allowed you. hence here you are, in the living room with your best friend. the whole entire time gave space for you two to get caught up on each other's lives, your jobs, hobbies, families, gossip, and of course relationships.

you were deeply curious if she had ever gotten a significant other. you always noted that she deserves the best for being a great friend to you, adding the fact she's beautiful enough for heads to turn when she passes by. others have wondered of you ever got envious of your best friend but your reply was always a 'no'.

'why would I be?' you can't deny that most people would be clouded with insecurity next to someone who is much better than them but not you. or so that's what you thought...

the doorbell rang halting your conversation. "I'll go check who's outside, I'll be quick." you nodded with a smile before sinking back on the couch. you went to check on your phone for any notifications when her phone made a loud ping.

the screen revealed the message. you feel your heart starting to beat faster when you saw the name of your lover. you didn't mean to pry her privacy but your body moved according on its own to satiate your growing fear and curiosity.

you slide your fingers across the device and to you surprise its void of any password. you tapped the open notification and revealed the conversation between your best friend and hopefully not your boyfriend.

your heart immediately dropped and your breathing starts to become shallow as you scroll up further to see if there is more to it. tears slowly formed within your eyes the more you realize their betrayal to you. they took turns flirting with each other while completely forgetting about you. you never thought she would be the one to put a rift in your relationships but she proved you wrong. the two greatest people you have cherished turns out to be stabbing you behind your back.

you surpressed the sob before it comes out and worsen your vulnerability. a tear slid down your eye and you wiped it away the moment you heard the patters of her feet. you desperately want to confront her and ask the reason how could she betray you like this. but you couldn't, you feel weak and pathetic the best you could do right now is to flee and avoid them.

"I'm sorry but I have to go there's something bad that happened we'll continue this next time."

the words stumbled out of your mouth while you grabbed your things before she could say a word you were already past the door.

once the house was clear out of sight you let your tears flow down. searching for an answer in your brain and memories. the red flags slowly showed and you feel like dying much faster. you turned your head towards the incoming car behind you. the door opens and reveals none other than the person you call your lover.

his arrival could only confirm the betrayal. you witness him jog towards her house while you hide with your agony. he told you he was going out with his friends.

you tried your best to be supportive of your own friend despite being overshadowed, she had it all but does she even have to steal what was yours? can you even call him 'yours'? your heart never felt so lost, no matter how much you care about them, all they ever think about was theirselves all along.

content by @planetkenma do not repost or plagiarize I will bite<3

#🌸.lily writes #haikyuu x reader #bnha x reader #genshin x reader #jjk x reader #haikyuu angst #bnha angst #jjk angst #genshin angst #angst #imagines #anime #fiction #fanfic #drabbles #hq drabbles #bnha drabble #genshin drabble #jjk drabble #angst drabble #hq angst #jujutsu kaisen #haikyuu!! #mha #genshin impact

[thewidowsghost]

The Daughter of the Sea - Chapter 6

(Y/n)'s POV

Once I get over the fact that my brother's Latin teacher was half horse, we have a nice tour.

We pass by the volleyball pit. Several of the campers nudge each other. One points to the Minotaur horn Percy is carrying. Another says, "It's them."

Most of the campers are older than me. Their satyr friends are bigger than Grover, all of them trotting around in orange CAMP HALF-BLOOD t-shirts, with nothing else to cover their bare shaggy hindquarters. I'm not normally shy, but the way they are staring at me and Percy makes me uncomfortable. I feel as though they want us to do a flip or something.

I look back at the farmhouse. It's bigger than I'd realized - four stories tall, sky blue with white trim, like an upscale seaside resort. I'm checking out the brass eagle weather vane on top when something catches my eyes, a shadow in the uppermost window of the attic gable. Something had moved the curtain, just for a second, and I get a distinct impression that I'm being watched.

"What's up there?" I ask Chiron.

He looks to where I'm pointing and his smile fades, "Just the attic."

"Somebody lives there?" Percy asks.

"No," he says with finality. "Not a single living thing."

I get the feeling that he's being truthful, but I am also sure something had moved that curtain.

As we get closer, I realize how huge the forest is. It takes up at least a quarter of the valley, with trees so tall and thick, you could imagine nobody had been in there since the Native Americans.

Chiron says, "The woods are stocked if you care to try your luck, but go armed."

"Stocked with what?" Percy asks. "Armed with what?"

"You'll see. Capture the flag is Friday night. Do you have your own swords and shields?"

"My own - ?" Percy is cut off.

"No," Chiron interupts. "I don't suppose you do. I think a size five will do for you, Percy, and a size three for you, (Y/n). I'll visit the armory later."

Finally, Chiron shows us the cabins. There are twelve of them, nestled in the woods by the lake. They are arranged in a U, with two at the base and five in a row on each side. And they are, without a doubt the most bizarre number above the door.

Except for the fact that each has a large brass number above the door (odds on the left side, evens on the right), they lock absolutely nothing alike. Number Nine has smokestacks, like a tiny factory. Number Four has tomato vines on the walls and a roof made out of real grass. Seven seems to be made of solid gold, which gleams so much in the sunlight it was almost impossible to look at. They all face a commons area about the size of a soccer field, dotted with Greek statues, fountains, flower beds, and a couple of basketball hoops (which were more my speed).

In the center of the field is a huge stone-lined firepit. Even though it is a warm afternoon, the hearth smolders. A girl, maybe nine years old is tending the flames, poking the coals with a stick. I wave at the girl and she looks surprised, as though no one acknowledged her often, and waves back with a smile.

The pair of cabins at the head of the field, numbers one and two, look like his-and-hers mausoleums, big white marble boxes with heavy columns in front. Cabin One is the biggest and bulkiest of the twelve. Its polished bronze doors shimmer like a hologram, so that from different angles lightning bolts seem to streak across them. Cabin Two is more graceful somehow, with slimmer columns garlanded with pomegranates and flowers. The walls are covered with images of peacocks.

"Zeus and Hera?" Percy guesses.

"Correct," Chiron says.

"Their cabins look empty."

"Several of the cabins are. That's true. No one ever stays in one or two."

I stop in front of the first cabin on the left, cabin three.

It isn't high and mighty like Cabin One, but low and solid. The outer walls are of rough gray stone studded with pieces of seashells and coral as if the slabs had been hewn straight from the bottom of the ocean floor. I peek inside the open doorway and Chiron says, "Oh, I wouldn't do that!"

Before he can pull me back, I catch the salty scent of the interior, like the wind on the shore at Montauk. The interior walls glow like abalone. There are six empty bunks with silk sheets turned down, but there is no sign anyone had ever slept there. The place feels so sad and lonely, I am glad when Chiron puts his hand on my shoulder and says, "Come along, (Y/n)."

Most of the other cabins were crowded with campers.

Number five was bright red—a real nasty paint job as if the color had been splashed on with buckets and fists. The roof was lined with barbed wire. A stuffed wild boar's head hung over the doorway, and its eyes seemed to follow me. Inside I could see a bunch of mean-looking kids, both girls and boys, arm wrestling and arguing with each other while rock music blared. The loudest was a girl maybe thirteen or fourteen. She wore a size XXXL CAMP HALF-BLOOD T-shirt under a camouflage jacket. She zeroed in on Percy and gives him an evil sneer.

"Oh, look," Chiron says as we approach Cabin Eleven. "Annabeth is waiting for us."

The blond girl I'd met at the Big House is reading a book in front of the last cabin on the left, number eleven. When we reach her, she looks me over critically, like she was still thinking about how much I drool.

I try to see what she was reading, but I can't make out the title. Then I realize the title isn't even English. The letters look Greek to me. I mean, literally Greek. There are pictures of temples and statues and different kinds of columns, like those in an architecture book.

"Annabeth," Chiron says, "I have Masters' Archery class at noon. Would you take Percy and (Y/n) from here?"

"Yes, sir."

"Cabin Eleven," Chiron tells us, gesturing towards the doorway. "Make yourself at home."

Out of all the cabins, Eleven looks the most like a regular old summer camp cabin, with the emphasis on old. the threshold is worn down, the brown paint peeling. Over the doorway is a caduceus.

Inside, it is packed with people, both boys and girls, way more than the number of bunk beds. Sleeping bags are spread all over the floor. It looks like a gym where the Red Cross had set up an evacuation center.

Chiron doesn't go in. The door is too low for him. But when the campers see him, they all stand and bow respectfully.

"Well, then," Chiron says. "Good luck, Percy, (Y/n). I'll see the two of you at dinner."

He gallops away towards the archery range.

Percy's POV

We stand in the doorway, looking at the kids. They aren't bowing anymore. They are staring at us, sizing us up. I know this routine. I'd gone through it at enough schools.

"Well?" Annabeth prompts. "Go on."

So naturally, I trip coming in the door, and (Y/n) grabs my upper arm, straightening me up. There are some snickers from the campers, but none of them say anything.

Annabeth announces, "Percy and (Y/n) Jackson, meet Cabin Eleven."

"Regular or undetermined?" somebody asks.

I don't know what to say, but Annabeth says, "Undetermined."

Everyone groans.

A guy who is a little older than the rest comes forward. "Now, now, campers. That's what we're here for. Welcome, Percy, (Y/n). You can have those two spots on the floor, right over there."

The guy was about nineteen, and he looks pretty cool. He's tall and muscular, with short-cropped sandy hair and a friendly smile. He wears an orange tank top, cutoffs, sandals, and a leather necklace with five different colored clay beads. The only thing unsettling about his appearance is a thick white scar that runs from just beneath his right eye to his jaw, like an old knife slash.

"This is Luke," Annabeth says, and her voice sounds different somehow. I glance over and swear she's blushing, but after a moment she sees me looking, and her expression hardens again. "He's your counselor for now."

"For now?" (Y/n) asks, looking rather curious.

"You're undetermined," Luke explains. "They don't know what cabin to put you in, so you're here. Cabin eleven takes all newcomers, all visitors. Naturally, we would. Hermes, our patron, is the god of travelers."

I look around at the campers' faces, some sullen and suspicious, some grinning stupidly, some eyeing me as if they are waiting for a chance to pick my pockets.

"How long will I be here?" I ask.

"Good question," Luke replies. "Until you're determined."

"How long will that take?"

The campers all laugh and (Y/n) facepalms.

"Come on," Annabeth tells us. "I'll show you the volleyball court."

"We've already seen it."

"Come on."

Annabeth grabs my wrist and drags me outside. I can hear the kids of Cabin Eleven laughing behind me and (Y/n) waves good-bye shyly.

When we are a few feet away, Annabeth says, "Jackson, you have to do better than that?"

"What?"

She rolls her eyes and mumbles under her breath, "I can't believe I thought you two were the ones."

"What's your problem?" I'm getting angry now, (Y/n) watching us cautiously. "All I know is, we kill some bull guy -"

"Don't talk like that!" Annabeth tells me. "You know how many kids at this camp wish they'd had your chance?"

"To get killed?"

"To fight the Minotaur! What do you think we train for?"

I shake my head. "Look, if the thing we fought is really the Minotaur, the same one in the stories . . ."

"Yes."

"Then there's only one."

"Yes."

"And he died, like, a gajillion years ago, right? Theseus killed him in the labyrinth. So..."

"Monsters don't die, Percy. They can be killed. But they don't die."

"Oh, thanks. That clears it up."

"Percy," (Y/n) says calmly. "I think what Annabeth is saying, is that monsters eventually reform."

Annabeth nods and I think about Mrs. Dodds. "You mean if I killed one, accidentally, with a sword—"

"The Fur...I mean, your math teacher. That's right. She's still out there. You just made her very, very mad."

"How did you know about Mrs. Dodds?"

"You talk in your sleep," Annabeth answers and (Y/n) suppresses a laugh.

"You almost called her something. A Fury? They're Hades' torturers, right?"

Annabeth glances nervously at the ground as if she expects it to open up and swallow her. "You shouldn't call them by name, even here. We call them the Kindly Ones if we have to speak of them at all."

"Look, is there anything we can say without it thundering?" I sound whiny, even to myself, but right then I don't care. "Why do we have to stay in Cabin Eleven, anyway? Why is everybody so crowded together? There are plenty of empty bunks right over there."

I point to the first few cabins, and Annabeth turns pale. "You don't just choose a cabin, Percy. It depends on who your parents are. Or...your parent."

She stares at me, waiting for me to get it.

"Our mother is Sally Jackson," (Y/n) says softly. "She works at the candy store in Grand Central Station. At least, she used to."

"I'm sorry about your mom, (Y/n). But that's not what I mean. I'm talking about your other parent. Your dad."

"He's dead," I say simply. "We never knew him."

Annabeth sighs. Clearly, she'd had this conversation before with other kids. "Your father's not dead."

"How can you say that? You know him?"

"No, of course not."

"Then how can you say -"

"Because I know the two of you. You wouldn't be here if you weren't one of us."

"You don't know anything about us.

"No?" She raises an eyebrow. "I bet you moved around from school to school. I bet you were kicked out of a lot of them."

"How -"

"Diagnosed with dyslexia. Probably ADHD, too."

I try to swallow my embarrassment. "What does that have to do with anything?"

(Y/n)'s POV

"Taken together, it's almost a sure sign. The letters float off the page when you read, right? That's because your mind is hardwired for ancient Greek. And the ADHD—you're impulsive, can't sit still in the classroom. That's your battlefield reflexes. In a real fight, they'd keep you alive. As for the attention problems, that's because you see too much, Percy, not too little. Your senses are better than a regular mortal's. Of course, the teachers want you medicated. Most of them are monsters. They don't want you seeing them for what they are."

"You sound like...you went through the same thing?"

"Most of the kids here did. If you weren't like us, you couldn't have survived the Minotaur, much less the ambrosia and nectar."

"Ambrosia and nectar."

"The food and drink we were giving you to make you better. That stuff would've killed a normal kid. It would've turned your blood to fire and your bones to sand and you'd be dead. Face it. You're both half-bloods."

A half-blood.

I am reeling with so many questions I don't know where to start.

Then a husky voice yells, "Well! Two newbies!"

I look over. The big girl from the ugly red cabin is sauntering towards us. She has three other girls behind her, all big and ugly and mean-looking like her, all wearing camo jackets.

"Clarisse," Annabeth sighs. "Why don't you go polish your spear or something?"

"Sure, Miss Princess," the big girl says. "So I can run you through with it Friday night."

"Erre es korakas!" Annabeth says, which I somehow understand is Greek for 'Go to the crows!' though I have a feeling it was a worse curse than it sounds. "You don't stand a chance."

"We'll pulverize you," Clarisse says, but her eye twitches. Perhaps she isn't so sure she can follow through on ht threat. She turns towards me, then she looks at Percy. "Who are these's runts?"

"Percy and (Y/n) Jackson," Annabeth says, "meet Clarisse, Daughter of Aries."

Percy blinks. "Like . . . the war god?"

Clarisse sneers. "You got a problem with that?"

"No," Percy says, seemingly recovering his 'wits'. "It explains the bad smell."

Long story short, Percy made the toilets explode.

Yeah, I said it. He made the toilets explode . . .

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