#their interpretation of him and jackson got along so well

[pretty-little-howtown]

Untitled Percy Jackson Headcanon

Percy x ChildofApollo!reader 

Genre: Fluff + Angst

Warnings: gn reader, slightly implied bi reader there’s one statement 

Word Count: 16,950

You’d been at the camp a year longer than Percy, and as a result, you never really interacted with him

Honestly, you were a bit exhausted constantly hearing about him. 

When Percy made it to camp he was all people could talk about, ‘this new kid battled a Minotaur and survived’ oh wow how special of him. We’ve all battled monsters to get here too, he wasn’t that special. Go on a quest and survive, then we can talk

(You refused to admit to anyone that it was kind of impressive he survived a Minotaur)

Needless to say, when he was revealed to be the son of Poseidon you doubled down on your opinion

Now, beating a Minotaur seemed less impressive. Whenever anyone brought it up you just said ‘He’s the son of one of the big three, of course, he was able to beat it’

Will would always tease you because for some reason he believed everything you said was a cover. He believed that in reality, you found him really impressive and more than a bit attractive. You’d always retort, saying he’s mistaking you for Annabeth

Percy, on the other hand, paid a lot of attention to you from the get-go. Not that he was arrogant or anything, but he found it a little strange that you were able to dismiss him so easily when he suddenly made the top of everyone's radar for any reason under the sun

As a result, he found out tiny little things about you. You would produce small orbs of light as decoration for the camp sing-along, or use the same orbs to light the broken bed light of one of your siblings.

He noticed you and Will were quite close, closer than you were with your other siblings, and you’d often help him out in the infirmary before he could even ask as if you’d pre-empted it

He found out you go on a lot of quests and bring back the newest CDs and records for you and your siblings to enjoy. 

After some serious digging, he found out that before Asher got his loom, you’d be the only one who let him braid your hair to practice his foresight 

He made sure to keep you in his memory

You spent most of your time training with others in the Apollo cabin, but fighting skills were the one thing you lacked 

You’d spent most of your last year at camp neglecting swordsmanship in favour of archery. It paid off you were the top archer, and no one could beat you

Deciding it should be this year's training focus, you gathered the courage to ask Clarisse for help

Everyone thought you were insane, you thought you were insane 

The first few months were gruelling, it was like being in the military. She would harshly punish you for small mistakes

But, as a result, you gained better swordsmanship skills as well as becoming friends with Clarisse which came as a surprise to a lot of people 

Okay, friends might be a strong word, but she respected you more than anyone

However, it did lead you to be directly asked by Clarisse to go on the quest to retrieve the golden fleece. The official statement from Clarisse was because you were excellent at interpreting the Oracle’s prophecies, and having you give up-to-date interpretations as she went would be useful. 

There were more obvious choices if that was the real reason she took you , but you decided against arguing

Needless to say, you're surprised to see Percy with his brother and Annabeth show up on the quest

You may have been surprised, but you weren't furious. You had to hold Clarisse back from ripping all their heads off.  

Furthermore, you did your best to reason with her once you calmed her down. ‘Clarisse, please be a little more reasonable, they can help out with the ship. Yeah, it’s all well and good we’ve got an undead crew, but who’s to say we couldn't use a little more hands-on-deck.’

She agreed to let them stay and help with great reluctance 

You could tell all three of them hated being at Clarisse’s beck and call, so you tried to help as much as possible 

You stopped to stare out into the vast sea watching the setting sun when Percy leaned on the rails next to you also staring at the sea

You muttered a hi before awkwardly staring back at the sun, as the last beams of the sun ebb away you see the CSS Birmingham on the brink of collapse 

Percy had managed to pick up on how you froze and came up next to you gently holding your waist, ‘is everything okay?’

You looked at him with a strained smile, ‘yeah I’m fine, sorry for worrying you. I thought I saw something, but it’s probably nothing’

Percy let go of your waist still sceptical, but he assumed it was best not to press besides you’ve been on more of these quests than he has, if you said there’s nothing to worry about then that’s that

As he walked away, presumably to Annabeth, you took a deep breath willing the heat in your cheeks to go away before following him from a respectable distance 

When you arrived, everyone was in a panic running around trying to save the ship 

Tyson is trying to fix the engine whose temperature is flying out of control and for a split second you freeze again seeing the same image you saw minutes ago in real-time 

Before you have time to react, the ship blows, and you lose consciousness

Once you regain consciousness and find Tyson and Clarisse heal them both as best you can

Clarisse complained how none of her wounds were healed: ‘what kind of Apollo kid are you?’

Despite this Tyson still smiled brightly and thanked you

Healing was not your forte 

The three of you make your way to Polyphemus' island to retrieve the fleece

The journey is spent defending Tyson from Clarisse’s constant insults and retorts until you lose a temper you didn’t know you even had, yelling, ‘Quite frankly, if Tyson hadn’t been there to try and fix the engine both us and the ship would be blown to smithereens. You always think you can do everything alone, but honestly, a little teamwork wouldn’t hurt you, Clarisse.”

Clarisse shocked didn’t say a word to either you or Tyson the rest of the way

After a trying ordeal, Percy Annabeth and Tyson sent you and Clarisse back to camp half-blood to complete your quest 

You took the time to hammer home a lesson about teamwork and how it doesn’t cost much to be kind, much to Clarisse’s chagrin

You worry the whole time Percy isn’t back

You along with everyone else receive his message about Luke poisoning Thalia’s tree, and you feel the vail lift. It seems Luke was never anyone's friend 

Despite the news of Luke, a party is still thrown after Thalia is healed and no longer a tree 

You see Annabeth rush over to Thalia and you take your chance walking over to Percy 

‘I never got the chance to thank you,’

‘For what?’ Percy stood a little perplexed 

You release a small amused sigh, ‘for helping us. We wouldn’t have done it without you, so thank you, Percy.’ 

There’s a beat of silence and Percy speaks 

‘So I’ve survived two quests now, are you impressed yet?’ 

Your eyes went wide, and you asked about how he knew what you’d been saying, to which he replied he’s been keeping a close eye on you.

‘That’s slightly creepy,’ you laugh, ‘but yes, you impressed me. You’ve far surpassed my expectations Percy Jackson’ 

The two of you smiled and carried on talking well into the night

The more you talked with him, the more you started to like him 

You certainly underestimated how unique he was at least in terms of his personality, you found him charming 

You couldn’t keep your eyes off him and were beyond sad to have to part with him 

You sneaked back into the Apollo cabin hoping you wouldn’t wake anyone up, least of all Will 

But lo and behold he was waiting for you with a wicked smirk ready to comment on the moment he’d witnessed through the window 

‘Don’t say a thing.’ You passed him and went straight to bed and Will followed 

When you were about to tuck yourself in and go to sleep, Will whispers in your ear ‘I knew you liked him’ with the biggest grin 

The whole cabin was woken up by a particularly loud bang and an even louder yell

The next 6 months were split between your usual duties, training and Percy

You had no idea how you would approach him because you didn’t like him, you just wanted to get to know him better.

‘For the purposes of being friends’: a statement you had to repeat to Will often 

Thankfully for you, Percy had already set out a plan to talk to you

Annabeth was sick of him ranting and regrettably made him a comprehensive ‘Guide to making friends with your crush’. He furiously denied he liked you in any such way 

Step one: Ask you to train with him 

You of course jumped at the opportunity to interact with him

The training was intertwined with flirty banter and frustration. You couldn’t beat Percy, or Percy couldn’t beat you. 

It started out just sword training, and you also taught him how to use a bow. He wasn’t very good at it 

One time you tried training with your powers trying to beat the other that way 

The both of you went a little overboard: Percy drenched everyone in the training area, and you blinded a good portion by accident, but the two of you made a pretty rainbow, so was it really all bad?

You and Percy would hang out together a lot, but when you weren’t together you would always seek each other out 

Percy noticed that you’d watch the sunrise by the lake nearly every morning

You noticed Percy would often take a swim in the lake at sunset

Anytime the whole camp was together you’d always somehow end up next to Percy and on the rare occasion you weren’t, there would be googly eyes lots of googly eyes

Everyone in your cabin picked up on it EVERYONE

Will was the worst offender, ‘I knew you liked him, all that talk about him not being the least bit impressive was just a cover-up. I knew it from the very start!’

You noticed how Percy would go out of his way to help his friends out and how he always did his best to lift them up 

You saw he had a fun teasing friendship with Annabeth, very similar to your relationship with Will

The 6 months go by quickly and in no time you get sent on your next quest

You go with the gang to retrieve two more demigods, Nico and Bianca. 

You rush over to Percy as soon as you and the others catch up with him

He was injured, and you stayed with him as everyone else fought off Dr Thorn

He just stares at you for a really long time, and you think the poison really must be getting to him 

‘Your eyes are so bright’ he whispers, and you barely hear him, but shush him saying he needs to conserve his energy and that you need full concentration to stop the poison from spreading as fast at the very least 

‘They’re so pretty,’ he continued and heat shot up to your face, ‘I never really noticed how pretty they are and when the sunlight hits them at the right angle they look like the sun’

You scolded him with your heart beating faster the more he talked

You erected a protective dome around the two of you when you saw silver arrows rushing through the air

You weren’t sure if the arrows were friendly until another barrage split the manticore’s thorns in half

You stared in awe until you heard Percy choke and realised you’d lost your concentration

While you shift your focus back to Percy, he sees Annabeth fall from the cliff, it crushes him to see someone so dear to him possibly fall to her doom.

Thalia introduces the hunters of Artemis as well as the goddess herself

She immediately recognizes you as her brother's child and scolds you for your lack of healing abilities

Despite her disappointment, she provides the medicine necessary to remove the poison from Percy 

You have a small conversation with the hunters alongside Bianca

You had to admit you were more than impressed, there was so much you could learn from them, you were enchanted by their skill and Bianca seemed to be reacting in the same way

Soon Artemis emerged from her tent, Percy following, and announced the hunters were to stay in camp half-blood while she went to slay a beast that could defeat the Olympic gods

Behind her, you hear the voice you only ever imagined you would hear

The man had a bright, familiar aura around him that comforted you

Your eyes went wide as you realised who was standing in front of you

Your father was actually genuinely in front of you, you couldn’t speak, only continue staring stunned

No matter what he tried, you remind motionless cursing yourself that this was your father’s first impression of you

Still shocked, you managed a confused and shaky hello. Apollo just smiled. It wasn’t a condescending ‘you're really weird smile,’ it was a popper fatherly ‘it’s going to be ok’ smile.

He gave all of you the sun chariot so that you could get back to camp

You got on and waved Apollo goodbye as Thalia took the reins. 

However, she forgot that it flies. Her extended freak-out led to you taking over mid-air as the poor girl curled herself up in a ball. 

While getting ready for capture the flag, you sense Percy’s low mood

He confesses that he’s worried about Annabeth and Mr D refused to let him try to rescue her

You did your best to reassure him that Annabeth will survive, and he’ll see her safe and sound very soon

You walked Percy over to the armoury, still reassuring him

Both of you got your armour on, and you picked up your trusty bow, admiring its curves

Percy uncapped riptide inspecting it while subtly glancing in your direction, you were enchanted as well as enchanting

He watched you slowly run your fingers along the bow top to bottom, then you gently grasped it slowly and delicately stretching the sting and slipping yourself in between

You abruptly turned around to face Percy, and he hurriedly looked away from you, awkwardly clearing his throat

For the entire game of capture the flag, a tense face-off between the hunters and the rest of camp

Michael, fed up with Percy and Thalia’s bickering, split the Apollo cabin into three defensive fronts with the strongest archers being the last line of defence 

As one of the camp’s best archers, you were stationed high up in the trees looking down ready to snipe, anyone, you needed to out

You knocked your arrow alongside your siblings, ready for the hunters to come through 

You held your position, hyper focused on the ground you expected the hunters to walk through 

Suddenly, your vision morphed, and you saw the image of Zoe holding up camp’s flag after taking out the distracted Thalia and Percy

You quickly told everyone to stay put and expect the unexpected and ran back to where Thalia and Percy were still bickering 

“Stop it !” you yelled at the two of them, “Your bickering isn’t helping anyone, Michael already set up the Apollo cabin as a perimeter and the Ares kids are on the front lines as usual. Sort yourselves out!” 

Percy gulped, eyes wide, but reluctantly allowed Thalia to take control 

But it was far too late, the Ares cabin put up a good fight but the hunter’s wiped them out 

You heard arrows whoosh through the air, you all stood in wait hoping most of the hunters would be knocked down by the arrows and various other cabins scattered about 

No such luck, only a small portion were knocked out by the time they reached the third layer of defence

You waited to hear the distinct sound of piercing arrows, but you heard nothing and Zoe with a small but deadly number of hunters behind her hurtled into view

You knocked your arrow aiming straight for Zoe, she skilfully jumped out of the way continuing to run towards you 

Thalia and Percy had occupied themselves with the other huntresses while you charged at Zoe

You took out a small dagger you’d strapped to your thigh and charged 

Once close enough, you dropped to the ground, skid along it cutting her calf 

Still skidding, you dropped your dagger, replacing it with your bow and knocked two arrows firing them simultaneously at Zoe

You hopped that was enough of a distraction for her to turn around and fight you, buying your team some time 

She turned around, facing you directly, and picked up her bow

You saw the tip gleam as she released it, you shot to the side out of the way of the arrow that buried itself in the ground 

She knocked the next arrow, releasing it in your direction

You let out a hiss as the arrow skimmed your shoulder, leaving a deep dash in its wake 

You gritted your teeth and knocked two arrows, waiting for Zoe to fire 

When she did, you ran up a tree, using it as a springboard to get you to higher ground 

You let the two arrows loose midair both hit their target Zoe’s thigh and upper arm 

You landed on the ground ready to fire more arrows, but it was too late 

Zoe was proudly holding the flag in her hand, smiling triumphantly 

You hadn’t noticed that with each arrow she fired, she was inching closer and closer to the flag 

Your hits were futile as by the time they happened the flag was close enough to Zoe she could easily reach it

You felt a strange mix of admiration for Zoe and loathing for yourself, how could you let something like this happen?

A loud sound snapped you out of your thoughts; turning towards it you saw Thalia and Percy arguing once again 

This time about whose fault it was they lost 

You watched as they humiliated themselves further in front of the hunters of Artemis

Taking a deep breath, you walked over and got in between them once again 

“For crying out loud,” you whispered. “If you want someone to blame, blame me. Zoe was right in front of me and I let her get away, now can you put this argument to bed? We look more pathetic than we did before.” You sighed exasperated 

Percy barely registered your words, what really got him to stop was seeing the injury on your shoulder

He reached out gently, touching the side of the cut 

His heart leapt into his throat when you winced, “that looks awful, are you gonna be ok?” He asked 

“Course nothing I can’t heal,” you grinned, but Percy looked at you in disbelief. “Ok fine, I was just gonna ask Will to do it.” 

Despite your reassurances all Percy could do was focus on that the wound as a result he walked you all the way to the infirmary and straight to Will, personally

He refused to leave until he heard Will say it’s not that serious

It all seemed to be a chain reaction because the whole ordeal ended in Will teasing you even more 

“I see Mr. Jackson taking personal care of you, he must like you a lot”

You replied, “He does not like me. Not in the way you’re suggesting, at least,”

“But you like him in that way, don’t you?” Will knew the answer, he just wanted to make you say it 

 “Perhaps.” Will jumped up and down whilst yelling that he knew all along. “Could you be any louder?” you yelled at your brother, “There’s definitely something there, but I’m still trying to figure it out.”

Will nodded and said he would respect your thought process, but he wouldn’t refrain from teasing you about it from time to time

“I always thought you’d end up with a woman,” he remarked. 

You laughed and replied, “me too.”

The conversation ended and Will focused on healing the wound

As he  bandaged it, Zoe walked in demanding to see you 

When she got to your cot, she talked about how she just got a prophecy from the Oracle to rescue Annabeth and that you impressed her so much she wants you to join her on the quest. “I would be honoured to fight alongside you.”

You nodded furiously, it was an offer you couldn’t refuse

Zoe smiled and informed you they would be leaving at first light tomorrow 

You walked back to your cabin and stepped inside only to find Percy bouncing his leg up and down sat on your bed

You greeted him and asked if everything was ok 

He told you about how it’s unfair that he doesn’t get to go, how of course the reason he wants to go is to help save Annabeth

“Percy, I would love to sneak you into my bag, but I don’t think there’s enough space”

You did your best to try reasoning with him. You told him how his worry for Annabeth might make him act without care for his own life, “and I care about you too much to let you rush into danger without thinking.”

You finished by promising him that you will bring Annabeth back safe 

He still didn’t like being left out and argued he would be fine, but as soon as you looked at him incredulously he stopped talking 

 “I care about you too, so you better come back and it better be without any wounds.” He said, pointing to the bandage 

“No fatal wounds,” you replied, and he nodded his head

You hugged him tightly and walked him out of the cabin door, smiling 

At the crack of dawn, you picked up your bag and rushed out the door 

You had to weave through your siblings, but you made it on time 

Zoe informed you Thalia and Bianca (I’m sorry I had to replace Grover) you would have to go without Phoebe

When everyone set off to leave, Zoe stayed behind with you, offering you to join the hunters

You thought back to the conversation with your Will and told her you need time to think, so for now you have to decline

At the Smithsonian, you saw Percy run towards the group, and you mimicked everyone’s expression

Out of breath, he told everyone what he’d overheard. Everything seemed to confirm dreams he had about Annabeth replacing Atlas and how Luke’s skeletons were now targeting him 

Zoe’s face was red and her brows furrowed 

Before she could yell at him, you stepped in between the two 

You calmed her down by making her look at the silver lining of the situation, Percy gained some valuable information even if he did it without consulting anyone 

Before she could argue back, you all heard a loud roar 

The battle with the Nemean Lion was arduous as nothing could pierce it’s fur 

You and Percy shared a look as Percy came with an idea, having no clue what he was planning you nocked an arrow in your bow and held it ready 

Percy fed the lion astronaut food and in its disgust it held its mouth open for you to shoot an arrow into its mouth, finally feeling the beast 

You gave Percy the lion’s pelt. He of course argued that you should have it

“Nah, it’s not really my colour,” the both of you laughed at your statement. “Seriously though, take it. You figured out how to beat it, it’s yours.”

In return, Percy thanked you for covering for him, “I didn’t really say it then, but thank you for saving me from Clarisse’s wrath and now again from Zoe’s.”

Zoe joined you and Percy. She questioned how Percy managed to find them despite her covering their tracks

Without thinking, Percy said she must have done a terrible job because the group left a massive bread crumb trail for him to follow 

You looked down at the floor, heaved a sigh and Percy stopped talking, realising why it was so easy for him to follow the group 

You defended yourself, saying you thought Percy might be the fifth member of the quest. It bugged you how the Oracle’s prophecy would be so inaccurate 

Zoe accepted your judgement, saying she should have expected an Apollo kid to be able to interpret the prophecy so easily. “There’s still room to join us, you know. Of course, you would have to leave your boyfriend.” 

Your heart rate picked up and your jaw dropped. You quickly shook yourself from the shock, “Nope! He’s not my boyfriend!”

“Even better, the offer still stands.”

Percy looked at you in shock. He couldn’t quite believe you were actually considering leaving him. 

For a split second, he imagined what it would be like to date you. He snapped himself out of it remembering that you two weren’t dating even if he in his imagination the idea was nice

When you finally lost the skeleton men tailing Percy, you shared a fire with a homeless man

No one took much notice of him, but there was something familiar in his eyes

They seemed to look at you with love, but also scrutiny to some extent. Despite his drab clothing, his skin seemed to glow

You stared at the man for a good while before Percy dragged you away

You were peacefully sat on the train next to Zoe when Percy came over with the same homeless man from earlier 

The man soon revealed himself to be your father

You smiled, remarking you knew there was something familiar about him to which Apollo replied “Nothing can escape you can it. You’ve grown up very smart, y/n.” 

You stood in shock while Percy covered for you in the form of distracting him with the directions to where they need to go 

With enthusiasm, he leads all of you there

On the way, he pulls you aside and tells you Pan should be somewhere close to where you’re headed and to call on him whenever you needed his help

He gave you a small wooden flute to call him when needed

“How do you know? I thought he was Hermes kid” you questioned your father 

“Oh, we never found out who his father is. We both keep tabs on him just in case,” he smiled

Before he left, he told you to heed the prophecy because it is absolute, and can’t be changed. “Trying to will only lead to more sadness.”

It doesn’t take long for the skeleton warriors following Percy to find your group again 

They fired bullets at Percy, which you snipe out of the air, freeing Percy to strike one down

You go to high five him, but before you can it reforms

You all do a double take but continue fighting 

Bianca seemed to be the only one who could defeat them, but there’s only one of her and too many of them 

You think back to the flute and ask Percy to cover you while you play it. The Erymanthian Boar defeated the skeletons and took you all  right in the middle of the Junkyard of the God’s

You were surprised to see Ares and Aphrodite there, until you remembered who you were talking about and who mostly uses the Junkyard  

Suddenly you were very uncomfortable

Aphrodite looks between you and Percy “my my, looks like I don’t need to add any spice to your love life. I almost feel sorry for you. It’s going to be a long, uncertain ride for the both of you before you reach the end. You feel something for both the Athena girl and the child of Apollo over there, don’t you?” She teases, pointing over to you talking to Ares. “However, you like one a lot more than the other, it’s going to take you a painfully long time to figure it out.” 

Percy frowns, his heart beating fast, he asks, “which one do I like more? Who do I end up with?”

“I can’t tell you that otherwise it won’t come true,” she teases again giving his nose a small boop 

Percy started at you red-faced as you rejoined the group 

You asked him if he was ok, and he rubbed the back of his head and gave you a sheepish grin 

Your heart skipped several beats and your palms were sweaty 

It was an image you never wanted to forget 

Aphrodite gently rested her head on your shoulder and seductively whispered in your ear, “I can’t tell you how this ends if you want.”

You gulped, tempted but shook your head 

Aphrodite picked her head up from your shoulder and walked around to face you, running her hand along your arm 

She looked you up and down, “Do you know what? I respect that.” 

You looked around the junkyard as a form of distraction from the intense stare you were receiving from Aphrodite 

A glimmer grabbed your attention, you walked closer and took out an electric guitar shaped like your Father’s lyre

You took it thinking of Michael, who would absolutely love it 

Zoe then called out, reminding you that it’s in a junkyard, so it’s most likely broken beyond repair 

You put it back with a sigh 

In the same breath, Bianca takes an action figure that then awakens a defective Talos

At that moment, your vision morphs, and you see Bianca go inside the Talos’ foot defeating it

While everyone was trying to stop it in its tracks, you try to figure out what this means

As soon as you figure it out, Bianca is climbing into the giant’s foot, you yell out, but it’s too late she drives the Talos into electrical wires disabling it but also sacrificing herself in the process

You whisper with tears in your eyes, “The second part of the prophecy has been fulfilled.”

After convincing a group of naiads to take you to the Hoover Dam, Percy starters reciting facts and jokes about it with Thalia joining in while you and Zoe started in awe as they explained it’s one of Annabeth’s favourites

They must be really close, you thought. It was sweet, but  your heart sank slightly knowing you’ll never have that close of a relationship 

You shook the thoughts out of your head and focused on the quest 

All the time Percy was separated from the group you were worried, it’s exactly what you were worried about in the first place

Percy joins back at the worst possible moment, you were prepared to chew him out about running off on his own when you realised you were stuck on the Hoover Dam

Instead, you took to giving him as massive hug, asking him not to run off a second time 

Meanwhile, Thalia was praying to her father in the corner, who then sent a metal angel to rescue the group and carry you off to San Francisco

Another problem comes in the form of Dr. Thorn manipulating Thalia into using Ophiotaurus' power 

You and Zoe tried everything to stop her, but in the end it was Percy who was able to stop her and also take care of Ophiotaurus, sending him far away. He did, however, have to sacrifice the lion’s pelt to his father in order to do it

The next nail in the coffin of your possible relationship with Percy came in the form of him meeting Annabeth’s parents

They got along so well that Dr. Chase, which you had to admit was incredibly impressive, gave the group his car. 

All Percy was doing was being himself, there was no way her parents were going to let a golden boy like that go

Zoe then came up behind you and whispered, “the offer is always open.” You gave her an exasperated look, and she smiled slyly and moved on

Much to your dismay, the misery continued. Before you coil say anything, Thalia called the driver's seat and Zoe called the passenger seat next to her, leaving you with Percy in the back 

You looked out of the window, trying to avoid any sort of conversation with Percy as you processed your feelings 

It was like the universe was sending you every sign that you shouldn’t even think about anything more than a friendship with Percy, but your heart was pulling you elsewhere 

You turned around to face him with a sigh

Without missing a single beat, Percy asked you if you were ok

You brushed it off saying you were just tired but with your answer ensued another awkward silence 

One, only Percy seemed brave enough to break. “What was Zoe whispering to you earlier?”

“Asking me to join the hunters, again,” you told Percy exasperated 

“Are you going to?” he asked in a gentle, almost hesitant tone. He was preparing himself for the worst

“I still don’t know. I know I have every reason to join, and it really seems like the universe is telling me to, but my heart wants to stay.”

Percy was somewhat relieved to hear your response. It gave him time to try to change your mind

“If you want my opinion. I think you should stay. You’d be leaving so many people behind. So many people that care about you. I think they would be upset to see you leave,” Percy paused, “I know I would.”

You looked at each other. His eyes were pleading as he gave you a tight lipped smile. It was like a movement of understanding had passed through the two, for you. You finally made your decision. Percy’s word were all it took

Before you could reply, however, a lightning bolt struck the car.

Thalia of course blew up in a fit of rage at her godly father 

You tried to argue that it might have been an accident, but Thalia was adamant it was her father 

The rest of the climb had to be done on foot 

When you got to the top of the hill, you were met with the formidable sight of Ladon 

You try to get past him, but he notices you and his protective instincts kick in he starts attacking all of you as you try to defend yourselves 

You fire your bow several times at the dragon, but it does virtually nothing in the grand scheme of things 

In the end it clawed your back, leaving bleeding gashes behind, and it managed to poison Zoe

At that point, you called everyone over to you and erected a protective dome of light 

The dragon got closer and reached one of it’s heads towards the dome, but soon after it was lying on the ground passed out 

You didn’t waste any time and ran to a safer place away from the dragon

When in safety, before continuing, you had to take care of the wound on your back 

Percy watched you as you rub your hand together, he asks what you're doing and all you reply with is “generating heat”

Soon he sees you placing your glowing hands behind your back directly above your wound 

He then heard a painful scream escape your mouth, and he realised you were cauterising your own wound

You fell forward and Percy caught you in his arms, you weakly smiled up at him and asked him how he was coping 

Percy was truly impressed, after all the pain you’d been through your first instinct was to ask how he was

He replied, “I’m the one who should be asking you that.”

“I'll be fine, it’s nothing I haven’t done before. Although, the wound is a lot bigger than I’m used to.  Could you pass me some ambrosia?” you asked, your voice shaking slightly 

He passed it to you, still holding you in his arms and helping you drink it 

You took your last gulp and started to get up out of Percy’s arms. He protested and told you to rest some more

You shook your head and made your way over to Zoe, told her that you wouldn’t be able to heal her completely, but you could slow down the poison

She nodded her head, and you used your healing abilities to slow the poison

You suddenly have a vision of you and Percy holding up the sky as a battle rages around you

You hurriedly ask Percy to repeat what happened in his dreams, then you ask Zoe to repeat the prophecy 

With your vision as the linking puzzle piece, everything was falling into place

Percy smiled, your contracting face was insanely cute 

You finally stood with a triumphant grin that Percy returned, making you feel even more confident

You looked Percy in the eye when you told him they all need to take Atlas’ place just temporarily, you trailed off and your face dropped 

You turned to Zoe with a sombre expression and said “it’s been an honour fighting alongside you, and it will be until  your dying breath,”

Zoe smiled widely, “does that mean you accept?” 

You shook your head, now Zoe’s face dropped. Tears pricked your eyes as you choked out, “the last line of the prophecy.” 

She took a deep breath, let go of your hand and nodded understanding what was to come

“I understand, the prophecy is absolute. If I am to die but the hands of my father, so be it. Let's go.”

You made your way to the palace, you and Percy looked at each other and ran to take Artemis’ place who was now free to fight 

You looked forward to finding Mount Othrys slowly rebuilding itself, spelling possible doom for Mount Olympus 

Your heart broke when you heard Zoe’s scream, assuming the final part of the prophecy was fulfilled 

Suddenly, you were blown backwards and end up with Percy on top of you

You let out a shaky breath, your heart picked up its pace yet again, and you asked what happened 

Percy explained that Artemis had pushed Atlas back under the sky 

“You were right about the prophecy. You’re amazing.” He grinned at you and your heart melted 

“Thanks, but I think you can get off me now.” You told him 

Percy scrambled to get off you, awkwardly clearing his throat

You watch as Thalia battles Luke, pushing him into a chasm and Percy runs over to free Annabeth from the bindings 

Artemis gives Zoe a place among the stars and then turns to you 

She asked you what your ultimate decision in terms of joining the hunters was

You told her what you told Zoe 

She sighed, “a shame. Despite this, you have earned this.” She handed you a moonstone necklace 

“Use this to call on the hunters in a time of need. However, it is only for a single use. Chose wisely,” Artemis remarked before she left 

Percy provides transport to mount Olympus, and you can’t help but smile the whole time at the sensation of riding a Pegasus 

The meeting of the Gods was tense from the start as they were debating the great prophecy trying to figure out who the child was 

Thalia then pledges herself to the hunters to everyone’s surprise, effectively eliminating her as the child of the prophecy 

That left only Percy, Ares, and Athena both suggest the Gods kill him preventing the prophecy from happening 

Artemis spoke up on his behalf, stating that Percy is a hero and if they kill him they are no better than the Titans 

It’s put to a vote and Artemis’ words convince many of the Gods to spare Percy

Apollo then invites the group to a party among the Gods, who were you to refuse 

At some point, you're persuaded to perform for everyone

You get up on stage and give the performance of your life before returning to camp 

Percy goes to Nico to tell him about Bianca’s death and Nico blames him completely 

You take a deep breath, step up and put the blame on yourself 

“I saw what was going to happen in a vision, but I chose to do nothing. I knew the prophecy was absolute.” 

Nico enraged threw the figurine at you splitting the earth in half before walking away 

You and Percy both look at each other wide eyed 

His father is Hades, you thought 

“A child of the eldest Gods,” you whispered to Percy

The break from camp was one of the best

You and Will travelled to visit each other’s parents, so you spent the whole time with each other 

Your mothers got along spectacularly well and took a shine to each of you 

You returned to camp a few days earlier than Percy and in the meantime started teaching some new Apollo kids archery 

Percy walked through camp after his unfortunate accident with Mrs O’Leary as well as the meeting with the council and Grover 

He sees you and several other Apollo kids performing “Stacey’s Mom”

You sang the chorus as some Apollo kids clapped while others accompanied you with various instruments 

You must have amassed quite the crowd, as the whole camp seemed to applaud when you finished 

You spotted Percy on the outskirts of the crowd and ran straight towards him, wrapping him up in a massive hug 

You had a short catch-up where Percy told you about meeting Rachel and his fight with two Empousai before running off to tidy his cabin for inspection 

You let a small sigh out, going to check if your cabin was clean 

During the games next morning, you see Percy and Annabeth disappear between the rocks

You tell Will and Clarisse overhears, telling you that was the entrance to the Labyrinth and how Chiron believes Luke might use it as a springboard for invasion 

Once the games finish, you go back to your cabin worried about what that might mean 

All of a sudden you hear a faint knocking on the door to your cabin, no one else seems to notice, so you go towards the door and open it 

Annabeth is standing in the doorway and asks you to go on a quest into the labyrinth with her 

Shocked, you ask her why, and she explains Clarisse had personally recommended you

She wanted you to come with her on her quest, but you’d already been snatched up by Zoe. “Clarisse’s words not mine,” she clarifies 

When you, Percy, Annabeth, Grover, and Tyson enter the labyrinth, you’re all confused. The walls keep shifting, and it seems like there’s no clear way forward

You end up leading the group through it, mostly guessing and hoping for just a bit of divine intervention

Sadly, you get your wish

You end up in a small Roman-Style room with the minor god Janus, who offers you a key 

Annabeth takes it after scolding you, “this is where guessing leads you.”

However, he keeps a hold of Annabeth forcing her to make a choice

Fortunately, Hera appears. You all look mildly shocked, and she just looks at you and says, “you wanted divine intervention, so here I am. What do you wish for?”

You blurted out the first thing that came to your mind, “it would be great to have some sort of map.”

She looked at you incredulously and scoffed, “I can’t give you something you already have,” and disappeared

You left the room and found yourself in America's most notorious prison 

Inside you find an hundred handed one being held captive by Kampê

You managed to free him, although Tyson did most of the work 

Despite his sympathy for your plight he still refused to join, and you had no choice but to leave him behind 

After Percy’s deal with Geryon goes awry, he tells the group how he managed to pierce all three of his hearts and defeat him with a single arrow

While everyone applauded him, you knew something wasn’t quite right 

Unless Percy was doing some side training with someone else, he was not skilled enough to shoot like that 

You brushed it off, saying he must have improved a lot since the last time you trained 

Eurytion makes good on his deal and frees everyone 

While everyone was getting ready, you overheard Percy trying to convince Nico not to resurrect his sister 

You walk over, filled with terror and a little anger, “I hope you're not thinking of bringing back the dead?” 

He glared at you, hell fire raging in his eyes 

You tell Nico the price you pay for bringing someone back from the dead isn’t worth it

He yelled back and the fire grew hotter

“And why should I listen to you? If you actually did something, I wouldn’t be doing this, would I? It’s not like you would know what it’s like, you’ve got your annoying brother!”

You held back the tears in your eyes as he ripped his gaze away from you 

Summoning his sister's ghost ready to resurrect her 

When she comes into view, his eyes soften and begin reflecting your own 

She greets him cheerfully but as soon as he mentions bringing her back she shakes her head, “You have to move on Nico, I’m the one who let Percy know of your plan. I was hoping he’d be able to stop you”

Nico’s lips were parted and a look of disbelief crossed his face, “if Y/N had done something you wouldn’t be dead, that’s why I’m bringing you back!”

You winced at his words, but Bianca gave you a sympathetic look and continued, “you can’t blame Y/N for that. The prophecy was absolute, there was nothing that could be done.” Before he tried arguing back, she told him of their fatal flaw as Hades’ kids: holding grudges

He said his last goodbyes and though significantly less angry, he still refused to come with you 

It was good of Eurytion to allow him to stay for a short period of time 

He gives you a further favour in the form of a spider automaton that leads you all to Hephestus’ forge 

You all swiftly get back on the road

You held back your tears as best as you could, but the dam burst 

You sobbed silently behind the rest of the group

Percy heard a faint sniff and came up behind you, asking why you were crying 

Your younger brother died when getting to camp half-blood, and you thought it would be like Orpheus, you get to the underworld and all you have to do is walk about with him without looking. But it was far from that, Hades price was soul for a soul and seeing as you didn’t know that, the soul he demanded was yours. You were prepared to give your life for him, your brother's spirit didn’t agree, he defied Hades in protecting you and was obliterated, no Asphodel Fields, no Elysian, not even Tartarus. You barely got out alive, and you’ve got the scars to prove it.

Percy envelops you in a massive hug, and you cry a little but pick yourself up relatively quickly

Annabeth joins, and it gets a little awkward, she doesn’t really know how to approach the subject

In the end, she admits that she heard the whole conversation, and she’s really sorry you had to go through that 

Still sniffling slightly, you thank her

Percy’s heart sings, you were becoming friends with his friends, and it’s all he could ask for 

Grover looks back and says he senses Pan, so Tyson goes with him, leaving you with Percy and Annabeth 

You carefully stepped into Hephestus’ forge 

Your jaw dropped when you saw Telekhines slaving away clanging metal and building something 

Annabeth puts her finger to her lips, and you follow her lead around the forge 

When you look behind you, Percy was far down the corridor you made eye contact with him

Eyes wide, you jerked your head towards Annabeth 

He shook his head, pointing at something 

You glanced at Annabeth, then walked over to him. He pointed at a large metallic head being placed on a large metallic torso 

“You don’t think-?” you whispered. Percy just shrugged his shoulders 

You carried on watching, they were adding legs to it when one of them saw you 

You grabbed Percy’s sleeve to run away, but by that point the creature got reinforcements and started running after you 

Annabeth looked back at the now ensuing chaos and was furious, but ran to help nonetheless 

Percy and Annabeth were slashing left and right with their swords as you fired your arrows 

Percy then yelled for the two of you to leave and warn Hephaestus 

You tried to call Annabeth away, be she wouldn’t go 

Instead, she got closer to Percy and placed her lips on his 

You stared, heart slowly breaking 

You saw Annabeth kissing Percy

They were hiding behind a rock when Annabeth grabbed him by the collar and brought him up to her lips 

Percy’s eyes went wide in shock before settling down and closing, he seemed to enjoy the whole experience 

Your heart broke 

There was no way Percy liked you back, not now that he knows he’s got Annabeth 

The more you through about it, the more it was obvious your subtle attempts at letting Percy know you liked him were probably just annoying to him 

The last thing you hear before fleeing with Annabeth was the sound of rushing water 

The journey back is done in silence with the occasional sniff from Annabeth 

Every time you sigh and try to comfort her

Once out of the Labyrinth she starts sobbing, she slumps against one of the entrance rocks 

“Annabeth-“ you sigh 

“No!” she says abruptly, “I don’t want to hear anything from you. You caused this. You got caught and now Percy is dead!” 

“You don’t know that,” you breathe out. 

“Yes I do!” she continues to yell, “I bet you knew it was going to happen and did nothing, just like with Bianca! Why didn’t you do anything?” 

You took a deep breath trying to control your ire, “I didn’t, actually. That’s not how it works. I can’t just summon the future, and he’s not dead.” 

Annabeth stared at you with a mixture of disbelief and fury

“Prophecies might seem random and vague, but they always make sense,” now confusion was added to her mix of emotions.

You racked your brain for a good metaphor, “it’s like a poem. It might take you on a little detour, a separate journey within the poem sometimes, but it’s to throw you off to confuse you. Prophecies are, by and large, in chronological order. Losing a loved one was last on the list.” You carried on going through the parts of the prophecy that were and were not fulfilled

She looks you up and down her face contorted in disgust as she scoffs, “absurd” and storms off 

You stayed in your cabin processing everything

The first couple of days were tense but fine, you were sure Percy was going to come back any day now 

The subsequent ones were substantially harder 

You spent a lot of your time writing really sad poetry, listening to really sad music, playing really sad music etcetera

You avoided Annabeth like the plague, and you weren’t obvious about it 

The only people you saw were your cabin mates, mostly Will, and Clarisse because you knew she wouldn’t ask why you were upset 

You spent a large amount of time in the infirmary with Will, helping him out 

You got more practice in properly bandaging wounds as well as strengthening his hymns at times 

As the days went on you started to doubt yourself and the guilt had set in

Soon, all your siblings knew why you were upset and what happened between Percy and Annabeth 

When you finally left your self-imposed isolation, it was for Percy’s funeral

During the whole service, Annabeth was glaring at you 

You stood next to Will with your head down, refusing to look at anyone

He rubbed your back and pulled you into a side hug  

As his shroud burned, he emerged in front of everyone 

Your first instinct was to run towards him and wrap him in a hug, but you stopped yourself as soon as Annabeth ran up to him

Will just continued to hug you as you watched the exchange with a heavy heart 

Annabeth made a huge scene, and you rolled your eyes

As you set off back to the cabin, Percy called your name, and you turned around  

You took a very deep breath in before talking to him, trying to make everything seem normal

When you faced him, Percy noticed you were still frowning and asked you if you were ok 

You brushed it off as just being worried about him, but he didn’t quite buy that

Something else was happening inside that head of yours that you refused to tell him about 

He also found it weird that you hadn’t given him a bone crushing hug yet, instead you had your arms wrapped around you, your hands clutching at your arms as if you were holding yourself back 

Thus, he took the initiative and almost threw himself on to you, hiding his face in your neck

You stumbled backwards and as you hugged him back he whispered “I missed you”

He untangled himself from you and told you he got a hint from Hephestus, and he knew how to navigate the labyrinth

Percy then asked you to come along and find Rachel

You tried to convince him that you were better off staying, but he insisted

He said if Annabeth was the problem, he could make her apologise

You looked at him confused, worried that he’d figured out it was about her kissing him. He clarified it’s because she yelled at you

“Right, yes because Annabeth yelled at me”

Before you could protest, he took you by the hand and walked off with you

You looked back at Will, and he looked back with a sympathetic expression

When you finally got Rachel you were a little relived, at least you wouldn’t be the only person third wheeling the Annabeth and Percy love show

She leads you effortlessly through the labyrinth, with Annabeth right next to her

Percy was glued to your side, it was almost like the Gods had made him stick to you to run salt in the wound

Percy on the other hand refused to leave you alone until he saw a marked improvement in your mood

He was alive, so you could stop worrying, he even got Annabeth to apologize which was like picking blood from a stone, but you still seemed miserable and because he couldn’t figure out the reason he settled on trying to cheer you up

He cracked jokes which you gave a small smile, he persevered the whole journey

In the end he settled on just being near you, he hopped it would comfort you as much as it comforts him

As you walked along the path, you felt something brush against your hand, you glanced down and noticed every so often Percy’s hand would brush against yours almost like it was seeking you out

Despite the events of the past couple days you decided to keep this moment for yourself, a small spark of hope in the dim darkness that maybe, just maybe Percy did like you

Before long, the four of you were captured by Luke’s forces and Percy was forced to fight one of his brothers

The fight against Ethan is short, Percy beats him easily but refuses to kill him, infuriating Antaeus

With trickery and wit he manages to defeat him and you all escape after he calls Mrs O’Leary

Ethan, however, disappears as soon as you're far away from the arena, you express a sense of foreboding to the group

You quickly reach Daedalus’ workshop and camp’s new swordsman trainer was in fact Daedalus, the downside bing he refused to join camp as he had already made his bed with Luke

As the empousa that disguised itself as Nico’s helpful ghost appears, Daedalus orders you all to flee, but luckily Rachel is able o get everyone back into the labyrinth

When you do, Percy finds a tunnel, but when he tells you to wait you shake your head and say you’re going with him

“There’s no way I’m letting you go in there alone”

You walk down the tunnel and arrive at a golden sarcophagus containing Kronos in Luke’s body

You think back to the prophecy almost immediately, and when Ethan pledges his allegiance to Kronos you're certain you're nearing the end of your journey 

Rachel storms in just in the nick of time when Kronos spots you she throws a hairbrush at him and for a moment it seemed like Luke was himself again

This small distraction allowed Nico to summon a wall of black stone, giving everyone time to escape

After Annabeth and Percy’s argument, you finally set off to find Grover and Tyson 

During the whole journey, Percy was next to you once again, and he got super close like hugging close 

He’d initiate touch more often, either his hand would brush against yours or he’d gently guide you by the waist in front of him

He’d joke around and be more flirty, and it made your heart hammer, but your brain confused, maybe he was just doing all this as your friend ? 

Something didn’t feel quite right about that, but it had to be, there’s no way he liked you, him and Annabeth kissed they're basically a thing now right ? Right 

You finally got to the Carsbald Caverns, where you saw Tyson watching over an unconscious Grover 

When Grover wakes, you enter the final resting place of Pan. He convinces a reluctant Grover to pass on that he has passed away 

He dissolves, leaving a piece of him with everyone, and you make your way back to camp 

When you get back, camp is deep in preparations for Kronos’ army, you rush to your cabin mates asking Michael what he needed you to do 

You took the camp’s best archers with you and stationed them on important vantage points around camp as per orders 

You perched yourself on the highest point, watching over a large portion of camp 

Your focus was sharp as you shot any monster in your field of vision 

But it seemed like every monster you shot down 10 appeared in its place 

You were exhausted, and you didn’t notice one climbing up towards you  

It started clawing at your leg tipping you off balance, you only just managed to hold onto a ledge and safely bring yourself to the ground 

In the rush to get down, you lost your bow and had no choice but to use your sword

You prayed to the gods that your training was enough

You stood in front of the creature with the hit of your sword squarely in the middle of your body waiting for it to strike 

You managed to block the first couple blows but as it started attacking faster you found yourself only blocking some 

The creature struck your left shoulder then going for your leg which you managed to block it tried again and managed to scrape you 

The fight carried on with blood dripping down your leg and arm, but you were ale to cut the beast’s head off, felling it for good 

You readied yourself for another attack but found there was none 

You limped your way towards the crowd of people consisting of your fellow campers, you were so close but your leg gave out at the last minute, and you toppled to the ground 

Percy ran up to you and helped you up, getting you to the infirmary where you were bandaged up ready for dinner 

Soon you found out Grover had used Pan’s gift to him and driven the creatures away as well as about Daedalus’ sacrifice 

At dinner Will made doubly sure you were ok and that you hadn’t tried cauterising your wounds again; you reassured him that you did no such thing, certainly not after his hissy fit 

The rest of the table laughed, for now camp was at peace 

Once you gave your offerings, Chiron came up behind you and in a gentle voice asked you to go up to the attic 

You nodded and headed straight up weaving thought the various furniture and cobwebs, trying not to get caught or stumble 

Suddenly, you heard a voice boom through the silence:

“You will return to the seat of a brother's power, whose prized weapon a thief did dishonour, the man was burned by his misdeeds, the weapon has been lost to the trees, the bow of light shall find its owner, else once again it shall destroy its holder,” 

You left that attic thinking about the Oracle’s vague words before reporting back to Chiron

Your quest had been issued 

On your way back to your cabin, Nico came up beside you 

You stopped walking expecting the worst but what he said surprised you 

“I’m sorry I was a brat. I know Bianca’s death wasn’t your fault and I overreacted. She was my sister, and she died, I didn’t know what to do, I’m sorry.”

You smiled and thanked him for the apology, “if anyone understands, it me.”

Your parting for the summer was bitter-sweet, you weren’t going home this summer not properly

You had a week to spend with your mum, but then you were given a quest that if you succeeded at might turn the tide and help beat Luke 

When you and Percy said goodbye, he left you with a small ring with a sun engraved into it and a chaste kiss on the forehead 

Will saw everything and teased you about your reaction, and you retort with ‘shut up Will, I saw your reaction when Nico touched your hand’ and the subject quickly ceased to be discussed 

You and your mum had a really close bond, so spending the week with her was so refreshing 

Sadly because of that she also knew you like the back of her hand and forced you to tell her all about Percy but you also dobbed Will in about Nico. She kept that in the memory banks to tease him with when he came to visit

You cooked food for her every evening for the week when she came home from work, and you’d made sure to clean up the house a little while also enjoying some TV 

You told your mum about the quest you were sent on but not so much as to put her in danger 

She of course was super worried, but she always would be

On the last night she bid you goodbye, and you set off into the night hoping to find Apollo’s bow (now watch me make up a bunch of fake mythology just for a fanfiction)

Legend has it Apollo’s childhood bow was stolen from him but when the thief tried using it Apollo felt it and used the bow to burn his skin. The thief dropped it somewhere in the wilderness, and Apollo was never able to recover it. He placed a curse on it, only allowing one chosen child of Apollo to use it. 

Camp found out about it because there had been reports that one of Luke’s lackies had tried using it and, just as the thief's, his skin burned. 

Your job was to do nothing but retrieve it for safekeeping at camp

You stayed in the modern city of Delphi, researching more about the ancient seat of your godly father’s power 

You discovered that the bow was stolen from your father’s temple right from under the Oracle of Delphi’s nose 

The only thing you had left to do was to think like the thief

You got onto the site with a group of tourists and ‘got lost’ in the temple of Apollo. From there you ran in the first direction you could think of, and you ended up in a dense forest just behind the amphitheatre 

You thought you’d felt a strange tingle and believed that maybe because you were an Apollo kid you might be able to sense it 

You stood in the middle of a forest with your eyes closed looking like an idiot while nothing happened for a good 5 minutes before you gave up 

You kept searching the forest until you noticed the light seemed to change as if it was purposefully trying to guide someone away from something

You traced the beams of light back to their source, stepping into a clearing with a gleaming golden bow situated on the ground 

Immediately as you picked it up you felt its weight, you could barely lift it and would need some serious strength training to use it 

You felt a strong push to use it, as if it was telling you to shoot an arrow from it 

You stared at it and without thinking lifted it up in front of you, grasping the string 

You quickly shook yourself of the haze as you remembered the consequences of using it when not chosen by Apollo

Divine wrath induced blisters weren’t exactly something that can be healed 

You walked out of the cleaning, thinking about how you were going to transport the bow back to camp

You looked down and realised it had transformed itself into a long, rounded gold necklace charm (think Amenedeil’s necklace from Lucifer) that you added to the chain already around your neck 

After sending an Iris message back to camp you sat down reading more about the bow and it’s properties

You wanted to find out why Luke wanted it so badly 

Looking through old texts, you concluded that being able to shoot arrows from miles away still wasn’t its most impressive power. The bow was capable of shooting flaming arrows as well as its standard ones

You could easily imagine how an exploding arrow could completely turn the tide 

The bow could also heal whoever uses it at extremely fast speeds but if you weren’t strong enough to use it you would explode 

it’s last significant powers were that of teleportation and shapeshifting, which you assumed it did automatically as it shifted into the charm that is now on your necklace 

When you got back to camp, the bow shifted its appearance once more into its true form with a golden flash of light 

You and the rest of the Apollo cabin were given responsibility for the bow’s safety

Everyone agreed it should stay as the charm on your necklace to prevent anyone from being tempted to use it and be subsequently turned into ashes

So many of your siblings wanted to try to shoot it; you had to scare them off with warnings that ranged from your hand will rip off as soon as you try to lift it, to, if you try to use it you will explode 

From the day you got back, you had strange dreams about using the bow 

In one of your most vivid dreams, you stood in the clearing where you found the bow. You gently lifted it off the ground, admiring it’s fit in your hand. You lift it with ease, positioning yourself at a 90-degree angle to where you wanted to shoot. Retrieving a golden arrow from the quiver, you took a deep breath in and released it when you breathed out, only to have the arrow disappear into the sky with no way of knowing where it landed

You went straight to Asher with the dreams, seeing if he might be able to decipher them, but he dismissed the dreams as you probably wanting to use it really badly 

You didn’t want to argue

You woke up, after another dream of using the bow's several abilities, you noticed a small golden envelope on your night stand. 

You broke the seal and began reading: it was a poem about you and the bow, encouraging you to try it from the only person whose poems could be this bad. Apollo.

You went into the forest, to a similar clearing you found the bow in, and prayed to your father, hoping he would answer. Truthfully you didn’t expect him to, that letter could have easily been a prank by the Stoll brothers

To your surprise, he actually appeared, saying that he’s already broken one rule by contacting one of his children he might as well break another

He explained how, over years of being lost, the bow had developed a consciousness of its own in a way. He no longer picked who used it, the bow picked for itself 

Despite your concerns about not being able to match the strength needed to actually utilise the bow, he encouraged you to use it with a ‘if you were not able to wield it the bow would not have chosen you.’ He placed a hand on your shoulder, ‘I think it has finally found a worthy owner.’’

He told you that once you mastered the bow, a bond would be formed, and you would command the bow much like he did in days past

You parted ways with your father and headed back to camp 

Percy noticed you heading out of the woods, and any thoughts about fulfilling a prophecy rushed out of his head 

He ran towards you, enveloping you in a tight hug that you wanted to reject until you realised it was Percy 

After the hug ended, he scolded you for not answering any of his iris messages. You explained to him that you were on a quest to retrieve Apollo’s bow and that you were encouraged to use it, but Apollo himself

‘Well, Perce, you’re just in time to watch me do something incredibly stupid.’

‘Since when was I ‘Perce’, ‘Oh, sorry Percy. I wasn’t thinking.’ ‘No! No, I like it.’

Percy strongly disagreed with your plan, but understood you could never have any surety if you didn’t try 

You tried lightening the situation with a joke and Percy didn’t appreciate the idea of you being blown to bits that the joke suggested

You stood in the same clearing you met your father in with Percy

As you lifted the bow into the air, it felt a lot lighter than the first time you touched it. 

The bow seemed to effortlessly mould into your hand as you gently gripped the handle

You noticed a quiver of celestial bronze arrows appeared on your back.

You nocked the arrow and as you pulled the string back the arrow turned to light 

Percy noticed that in your hands not just the arrow, but the bow, seemed to be made of light. The bright string gently kissed your lips and nose 

You took a deep breath in, summoning the courage and strength to actually wield the legendary bow and aiming for the sky

You let out a slow breath; you let the fingers gripping the bowstring to relax and free, the arrow which leapt into the sky

You stood frozen to the spot, watching the arrow travel further waiting for and explosion or burning to rack your body, but you were fine

Percy’s heart leapt just as far as the arrow when he saw you were unharmed 

He ran up to you once more, gripping your waist and spinning you around in a circle 

Before you had time to process what was happening, Percy placed you on the ground and pressed a quick kiss to your lips

Your lips tasted of mango lip balm, and he wanted more, but he knew he couldn’t  

You just stared at him dazed, Percy kissed you. PERCY KISSED YOU 

Alarm bells were going off: what did it all mean? Did he like you as well? No, that would be ridiculous

‘Sorry, I um…’ Percy stammered. ‘I got swept up in the moment,’

‘Of course, makes sense it was a very emotionally charged life, or death situation makes sense.’ your heart dropped hearing his words, but you didn’t have time to focus on them, Chiron needed to be notified. The chosen Apollo kid was in camp half-blood!

You and Percy ran up to the big house and told Chiron and Mr. D, they were both elated (well Mr. D let out more of an approved grunt than anything else) 

You took both of them out to the archery grounds and shifted the charm back into a bow. The quiver appeared like magic behind your back once again.

Nocking the arrow and pulling the string back, you closed your eyes imagining an arrow of fire flying towards the target and setting it on fire 

Everyone gathered around you as they saw the arrow turn to fire

You released the string, and it hit bullseye, setting the whole target on fire 

You let loose a second arrow, this one exploding the target before it could be burnt up completely 

There was one more thing you wanted to try that would probably freak everyone out, but you were on fire and too curious not to try it 

You popped your head through the gap between the bowstring and the belly with the upper limb over your left shoulder 

You look out a small dagger and cut your palm 

Everyone gasped, Percy was about to run to you to yell at you for what you were doing before he realised that the cut was healing by itself

The bow transformed back into a charm on your necklace and everyone applauded and lifted you up above them 

You beamed while crowd-surfing, relieved and more than proud in your abilities 

You don’t even have time to properly catch up with Percy as you're swept off to the war council and Percy and Annabeth go to the Oracle 

When they come back having heard the prophecy the war council is in shambles and Clarisse storms out yelling about the Ares cabin refusing to fight

You had no idea anything could discourage and Ares kid from fighting 

Annabeth recited the prophecy, everyone was in agreement that it was about Percy, but something didn’t seem quite right to you

You kept quiet, not knowing what was so off 

Later you saw Percy walking to the training grounds, and you caught up with him, asking him what happened 

He gave you the rundown of the situation with Annabeth and Grover, and he just wanted to sit with Mrs O’Leary and forget about everything 

The two of you started searching for her when you spotted her scampering away into the forest 

You both ran into the forest after her, finding Nico and the council of elders discussing grover with Juniper defending him 

Afterwards, Nico has a conversation with you and Percy about gaining the same advantage as Luke in battle he seemed very pushy about it towards Percy and very reluctant to have you come with them 

This made you more determined to tag along 

In the end, Percy relented, and you all travelled to Luke’s mum’s house 

The entire trip was weird

Upon entering Ms Castellan’s house, she greeted both Nico and Percy as Luke, assuming you’re Luke’s partner

She talks openly about everything to do with Luke’s life. How he ran away to protect his mother and how he needed his mum’s blessing to become a host for Kronos

When you tried to leave, she seemed possessed before returning to normal 

You dismissed the occurrence but couldn’t ignore the fact the goddess of the home stood outside the house 

She provides lunch and gives a slightly ominous statement. No matter what side she takes you can not forget her, she is the goddess of the home

Then she takes you to Percy’s mum and his stepdad Paul has a small freak-out finally believing Sally about the supernatural 

Sally keeps giving Percy a look that you can’t quite place after you introduce yourself 

Sally then takes him into another room,  looking at you very sweetly in contrast to Percy who was trying his best not to make eye contact with you 

When everyone was out of earshot, Percy’s mum started relentlessly teasing him about his crush 

‘They’re very pretty, aren’t they? And a child of Apollo, well it certainly makes sense they quite literally glow. My Percy you have chosen well!’

You on the other hand had a small conversation with Paul, finding out he worked at the school Percy went to 

The two of you had a lovely conversation about Shakespeare that mainly focused on his sonnets, but occasionally you’d discuss one or two plays  

You were in the middle of a conversation about how Iago is presented in Othello and how much of a genius villain he really is when Percy and his mum walked back in 

Paul joked that you might need to give Percy some English lessons

With introductions over and jokes out the window, Sally reluctantly gives Percy her blessing to bathe in the River Styx

This time you were the one to take Nico and Percy to Central Park, testing out another one of the bows powers 

There Percy felt Grover, who altered them to the death of Pan as well as Morpheus’ appearance worrying you all 

Grover opens the passage to the underworld, and you trek down to the river

While on the   Nico changes the course from the river to Hades place betraying Percy who fights Nico when he finds out, but the furies disarm him and take everyone to Hades throne room

Hades reveals the truth about Nico’s past, and you just look at him resentful, ‘I hope it was worth it, Nico. I hope you’re happy’

Truthfully, Hades didn’t know what to do with you, he hadn’t planned for an extra person in the deal with his son 

He recognized you instantly, the only other child of Apollo that dared venture into his realm and twice at that 

For your tenacity, he rewarded you by giving you a head start before he sent the furies to rip you apart 

You immediately ran for where you assumed the river Styx must be from myths and the limited time you spent in the underworld

It was the most logical choice given that if Percy had escaped, that’s probably where he’d be heading 

You grasped your father's bow, sending a tirade of fire arrows raining down on the furies, enough to confuse them and slow them down 

You made it to the river with only a minimal amount of scrapes that had easily healed themselves 

You saw Percy with another figure by the bank of the river, and you drew another arrow ready to shoot the traitor

Percy was quick to stop you, explaining Nico had no idea of his father’s plan and helped bust Percy out of jail

You and Nico waited anxiously on the banks of the river for Percy to resurface, surely it can’t take this long 

‘Look, I’m sorry, that’s why I didn’t want you to come. I didn’t want you to get involved. I know for a fact Percy would have maimed me if something had happened to you.’

You were still angry at him but accepted that his words were coming from the heart. You sighed and replied, ‘look, I get it, but chasing the past will only end in more hurt. Besides, as his kid, you should know that his deals are always naff.’

Nico just looks at you confused, and you told him the story of your brother and suddenly your previous warning made sense

While in the river Percy had two voices pulling him in two different directions, yours and Annabeth’s 

Only one however would lead him out of the river 

He reached towards your voice and suddenly he was back in camp

He was swimming in the lake with you looking down on him from the bank 

He started to swim away but you held him by the hem of his shirt smiling 

“Come on Percy, you can’t stay in there forever” 

You pulled him out keeping your hand on the small of his back 

He was overwhelmingly happy with your presence next to him 

Still holding the small of his back you leaned in 

Percy suddenly rises from the water with a gasp, you help him out, all while insisting on how he managed to anchor himself and if he’s truly alright 

He ignores your main question, opting to answer with ‘I promise I’m fine,’ blushing profusely

Despite being attacked by Hades and his worker bees, with Percy’s new strength, he rips through them with ease.

Percy tells Nico to try and convince his father to fight for the right side, and you leave the underworld with him

You listen as Percy explains his plan to save Olympus, just smiling at him. 

You bite your lip and say, ‘you know we still have a traitor in our midst, right?’, ‘yeah but I’m working on a plan for that’, you look at him almost breathless, the boy doesn’t cease to amaze you 

‘What’s that look for?’ the look you give him leaves him breathless. It’s like you're admiring him, but not as a leader or a friend, but something else entirely 

‘Nothing,’ you bite the inside of your cheek to quell your smile as much as you can, ‘let's get to the Empire State.’ 

The atmosphere is tense, especially as Percy almost collapses after Hestia shows him a vision of Luke

Hermes brings a message from Athena warning to keep an eye on the rivers. However, he also brings with him admonishment towards Annabeth for not preventing Luke from hosting Kronos 

Percy is about to give Hermes a piece of his mind, but you stop him, stepping forward instead, ‘Quite frankly sir, your son is not Annabeth’s responsibility and furthermore Annabeth is in no way in charge of other people’s actions. Your son’s stupid decisions are not on her!’ you took a deep breath before continuing, ‘But neither are they on you. Luke, for better or for worse, has made his choice. All we can hope now is that it’s not too late to turn him to the side of good and if that fails stop him from destroying the world.’

Everyone including Hermes was speechless

Hermes gulped, nodded his head and left 

It was Percy’s turn to stare at you with awe. You argued with a god and won, not just that but the god that created your father's beloved lute

There isn’t a single thing Percy didn’t love about you 

Now it was your turn to blush 

The tender moment is interrupted by Michael yelling your name and informing everyone that Manhattan has been put to sleep. The invasion has begun 

Percy splits everyone off in all directions like the true leader he is

He looks at you ready to send you off to your cabin mates, but you interrupt, ‘Don’t even try it, I’m staying with you,’ He knew better than to argue with you, plus it made him feel a lot more confident 

In the end, you Percy and Annabeth go and help your fellow Apollo campers and manage to get Kronos to retreat, giving the campers time to regroup

You saw Michael Yew still on the bridge when Percy collapsed it and got your cabin mates to search for him

You settle in for the night but find it really hard to sleep despite the fact you provided small night lights for yourself and all the other Apollo kids 

You thought you’d talk to Percy, but he was asleep, not peacefully, but you figured some sleep is better than none

You walked to the makeshift infirmary where Will was changing a campers bandages while they were asleep

‘Can’t sleep?’ he asked. ‘Clearly,’ you replied. After a couple beats of silence, you spoke again, ‘you should get some rest. I’ll take over for a bit.’

He looked at you incredulously, ‘What? You are literally the worst healer we have.’ You choked, ‘yeah, but I can change bandages!’

‘Can you?’ Will asked and you both burst out laughing. He handed you a gauze and told you to place it over the wound before he helped you wrap the bandages round the camper's leg.

‘Yeah look at that shoddy work, definitely not leaving you here unsupervised,’ you chuckled at his remark. ‘Besides, the chosen one needs more rest than the medic.’ 

You gave him a gentle shove, laughing slightly.

‘So,’ he pipes up again. ‘You and Percy, any developments?’ 

You smiled gently, looking at the ground. Lately things have been pretty good, but you still can’t get the thought that he likes Annabeth more than you. I mean who wouldn’t, she's smart; she’s got beautiful princess curls she actually knows what she's doing fighting with a sword. Plus, she’s a hell of a lot more helpful in this mess of a war. You kinda feel like you're just tagging along, more of an onlooker than an active part.

‘I think the lack of sleep is getting to you Y/N’ Will laughs, and you laugh with him. He never fails to reassure you and make you feel better. 

The world might be falling apart, but at least you’ve still got Will. Not to mention all your friends and your other brothers and sisters.

When Thalia woke Percy up to speak to Prometheus, he had a small panic because he couldn’t see you sound asleep in the cot next to his, but before he was able to worriedly search for you Thalia drags him to the meeting 

Even though you're not next to him, he feels you encouraging him, telling him not to give up. 

He walks back with Pandora’s box, telling himself over and over that they’re not giving up. Your voice in the back of his mind telling him there’s always hope 

When he sees you sound asleep in your cot, he can finally relax a little and falls asleep again 

When Percy wakes up, he simply grabs you by the wrist and takes you to Central Park with a few other demigods 

You and the other demigods fight Hyperion’s monsters, while Percy battles the titan on his own

You take out the monsters with ease. You might not have Percy’s strength, but your bow had served you well 

Its healing properties essentially keep you from being injured, the only thing you had to deal with was the pain that accompanied your wounds. Sadly, it would often stay a little longer than the wound itself.

You quickly got to higher ground and flipped off a statue spinning in the air as you released three arrows at the same time, all exploding on impact, finishing off the rest of Hyperion’s monsters.

You got Grover and the rest on standby as you went over to help Percy#

He got behind Hyperion and fired an exploding arrow, making him turn around. 

‘Come on! How have you not crushed us yet? We’re bugs compared to you, and somehow we're still better. You’re Hyperion! Is that the best you can do?’

You taught him long enough for Percy to create a hurricane, dousing his fiery aura to allow Grover and the others to seal him inside a maple tree.

Sadly, there’s not much time to celebrate as the Caledonian Sow starts wreaking havoc.

Sadly, you make the unfortunate mistake of the flying pig, it attacks you first

Thankfully you're saved by Percy on blackjack and while he’s trying to escape the Sow as you’re shooting it down

In the end, Percy calls some automatons to destroy it, and they finish off the Sow. 

You both fly back to the empire state and to your dismay see that the campers have been significantly pushed back by Kronos’ forces

Just in the nick of the Party, Ponies save the day.

Percy comes with you to see will and try and heal some more of the wounded

Will mutters about not needing two terrible healers, but you ignore him telling Percy to give nectar to the wounded as she cleans their wounds ready to be expertly dressed by Will and the other healers.

Percy does as he’s told, all the while looking at you as cleaned everyone’s wounds 

He thought about all that you did today, it was amazing to see you in your element. There was no doubt you were one of camp’s strongest 

‘What’s that look for?’ you teased him, repeating his own words

Percy just laughed and replied, ‘nothing, just looking at you’

You started to giggle and he giggled along with you 

‘There’s something  we need to talk about’ you said 

‘Oh no, that serious tone is never good.’ you gave him a withering smile 

You went for a ripping off the plaster approach, “I don’t think the prophecy is about you. Not fully at least. I don’t think it would be that much of a stretch to assume the battle is for Luke’s soul?”

Percy on the inside was relieved that it might not be about him, but he still can’t take the possibility off the table 

However, something still nagged at him. He replied, “that makes no sense.”

You told him about the vision after you woke up. You saw Percy hand Luke a knife and he looked like he was debating what to to with it

“Maybe the decision is whether or not he sacrifices himself. Think about it, he's the only one who knows where his weak spot is and if he dies our big bad goes with him.”

Percy sighs, he wants to believe you but he can’t, “that still leaves the elderly gods part. He just doesn’t fit the bill.”

Your whole body tensed, “I’m not saying I’m correct but just consider it please.”

Percy replied without thinking, “I can’t! It’s such a big stretch and I can’t take that risk. Honestly, you’ve been so spot on before, it’s a wonder you're not now.”

You started at Percy. Anger was crossing through your veins. You sighed sharply running your young along your teeth, “leave, just go. We can finish this later.i think we both need to cool down. Maybe next time you won’t be so rude.”

Later, Percy rushes back to the hotel everyone used as base and ran straight towards you, embracing you in a hug

You were surprised considering yesterday, but you allowed him to carry on 

With unadulterated joy, he said that the prophecy wasn’t about him

You asked how he knew, and he told you the whole story about how Rachel flew in on a helicopter, but it failed and Annabeth had to get into the cockpit and safely land it 

‘I see, You’ll believe Rachel when she tells you, but not me. Good to know.’ you started walking away, but Percy grabbed your wrist 

He apologised, admitting there was no excuse for his behaviour. He did believe you deep down, but on the surface he felt hurt that another thing was out of his control. At least when it was him, he could do something about it. 

You forgive him and tell him that he’s doing his best. He’s doing so well he’s literally been dubbed the leader of the entire camp, an achievement in itself

In a moment of silence, your eyes met. It was almost like your breathing was in sync. You looked at his locks, tracing each small hair down to his face. His beautiful sea green irises reflected what looked like admiration but also relief 

Before you could analyse them further they were ripped away from your gaze, fixing themselves instead of a large sound. 

Clarisse seemed to be leading the Ares cabin 

You get a sinking feeling in your stomach, Clarisse is stubborn as a mule and there’s no way she’s changed her mind

Everyone else around you cheers and ‘Clarisse’ charges into battle tearing thought the enemy lines until she’s met with a drakon that strikes her down

You all rush over to her ready to carry her off to the infirmary when another Clarisse appears, one you all recognize as the real one.

She takes control of her cabin and leads it to victory, beating the drakon single-handedly, earning her father's blessing

Selina fessed up to being the spy and how she was threatened by Luke making his case for redemption thinner 

Soon you Percy Grover and Annabeth make your way to Olympus to set up more defences, accompanying Grover to the gardens

While Percy was convening with his father in what could be described as the stupidest plan ever, your own father came up to you

He told you how brave you and your siblings were. He also spoke of your ingenuity with his bow and declared you it’s owner 

After he said this, he took your right forearm into his hand

With a slight burning pain, just before the crease appeared a small, pale yellow half sun surrounded by arrows 

You thanked him with a huge grin, constantly glancing at your new mark

“There’s no need to thank me, you have proven yourself worthy of welding the Golden Bow. May your aim always be true”

You quickly hurried to rejoin Percy, who was recovering from nearly being obliterated by his father for sitting in his throne, and both share your good news

Your celebrations are cut short, however, when Thalia announces Kronos’ army is at Olympus’ door

You, Percy Thalia, Annabeth and Grover are all separated from the rest of camp and Hades undead army, fighting Kronos’ vanguard alone

You quickly shot an exploding arrow at the vanguard, effectively cutting Kronos’ forced in half 

You and Percy exchanged a grin before joining back into the fray back to back. 

You covered Percy and the others with a barrage of arrows as you all followed Kronos, trying to prevent any further destruction of Olympus  

Thalia is crushed under Hera’s statue but urges all of you to keep moving

Ethan gets into the way of your group and as you're about to shoot an arrow at him, Percy stops you 

By some miracle, he convinced Ethan to help Olympus instead of Kronos 

Sadly, he soon killed for his betrayal by the titan 

After Kronos angrily wipes the vision of Typhon being beaten, Annabeth tries to reach out to Luke one more time in hopes of him regaining his senses 

She succeeds somewhat, but Luke struggles to keep control 

Percy had intended to kill Luke himself, but your warnings about the prophecy not being about him repeat inside his head on a loop 

Finally, it all clicks in place. IT’s about Luke 

He gives Luke Annabeth’s blade and Luke choses to save Olympus by sacrificing himself 

When the Gods return, everyone is given a reward: Annabeth is made Olympus’ architect and your father of course requests more statues of himself; Grover is given the final seat on the Council of Cloven Elders and all the fallen would be awarded Elysium

You were glad Michael would have peace 

You stood back, content all of your friends efforts were rewarded, however, your father wouldn’t waste an opportunity to praise you in front of all the Gods

He beamed as he spoke of the Golden Bow finning a worthy owner after centuries and the mark on your forearm begin to glow indicating to the Gods you were the owner in question 

You were bestowed with a golden Laurel wreath and declared the slayer of beasts

Of course, this was all an elaborate excuse for your father to shower you with gifts, most of which were poems about every fight of yours he witnessed 

However, the most significant gift was Apollo’s blessing, allowing you far greater power over light including the ability to turn invisible and “just for fun” the ability to play all instruments 

He went off on one, how normally your eyes would turn brown if they weren’t already and the hair would turn blonde with orange stripes in it, but he quite liked your eyes and hair

“They remind me of your mother”

So instead you got golden highlights accompanying your new powers

Finally, it was Percy’s time to shine. You were excited for him, wondering what kind of reward he’d get for all his bravery 

What you didn’t expect was immortality, you stood staring at him wide-eyed

You wanted to be happy for him, but secretly hoped he wouldn’t take it 

 Then you wouldn’t be able to tell him about your feelings for him 

He probably wouldn’t be allowed outside Olympus, you’re not stupid, you’ve seen the Hercules Disney film 

Percy was shocked to say the least, he never thought he’d do something so spectacular as to earn immortality

For a split second he was tempted to take it, but he looked back at your sad face and realised, there’s no way he could 

Instead, he makes a list of demands, that if anyone but the God’s chosen hero were to make they would be smote 

But thanks to those demands, Percy made the camp a better place

For one, Nico would finally have his own cabin, along with the kids of the minor gods 

When everyone got back to camp, your siblings planned a swift celebration 

The music was pumping, and you felt each and every note

It was euphoric, every beat every note pumped through your veins like never before 

You grabbed a spare guitar ready to give the blessing a test drive

Everyone looked at you shocked as you felt the melody ripple pleasantly through your body

Everyone cheered nonetheless when you placed the guitar back down again

You joined the crown once again dancing your heart out before your arm was grabbed, and you were pulled out 

Percy was leading you away from the crowd and grumbled when he heard whooping front the direction he dragged you away from

He kept going until you got to the lake, the setting sun reflecting peacefully off its waters 

Percy took both your hands in his and looked you in the eye summoning his courage

‘I really like you,’ it was out in the wind and all you could do was stare flabbergasted 

Your heart was leaping for joy but your brain was holding it back because it didn’t make sense 

“I thought, but you… you and Annabeth… in the labyrinth, you- you kissed’ 

Percy wasn’t expecting that to coke out of your mouth, sure he was prepared for rejection but somehow this was worse 

‘I-yeah I guess we did I kinda forgot about that,’ 

You stood there still shocked as he continued trying to figure out what everything meant

‘I forgot because I kinda figured everything out while in the River Styx. I- wow never thought I’d have to say this, I honestly thought I’d take this to the grave, it’s a little embarrassing. You were what grounded me to this world, I could feel you pulling my shirt at the small of my back and holding me there until we nearly kissed. At that moment I was no longer confused, I knew it was you I wanted.’

‘So that’s why you avoided my question’ Percy nodded shyly 

You bit your lip thinking, processing all the information 

You moved closer to Percy parting your lips slightly and grasping the small of his back 

You gently put pressure on it 

Percy gasped smirking you asked ‘and that’s where your weak spot is isn’t it?’ 

He hastily nodded blush dusting is cheeks as you brought your lips closer to his 

‘While we’re confessing things, that week where I was shut in; I wasn’t sick. I was upset about you and Annabeth and wanted to avoid you. The angry states you got from my siblings were because they knew I liked you’

‘Oh’ it was all starting to make sense now that the dots were out together for him. 

You stayed like that until the last rays of sun fell over the horizon 

‘Hey water boy ,’ you smiled at Percy’s dumbfounded face. ‘Are you gonna kiss me or not?’ 

He did not have to be told twice 

He slammed his lips down in yours 

You reviled in the feeling of his lips on yours finally getting to feel what you’ve longed for

You felt warm sparks fly out of you and as you parted with Percy you looked around finding your bodies surrounded by small yellow sparks 

‘That’s new,’ you smiled, thanking the Gods and mostly your dad for helping set the mood.

Extras

A/N: Oh my goodness, this was way too long. It was 37 pages of a Google doc, and I probably should have split it into parts. Also, I am the queen of putting the keep reading in awkward places (Hi future me, the keep reading was deleted because it turns out that’s was ate the text I had to re paste)

Edit (03/07/22): I didn’t realise I forgot to copy a whole chunk of the story from the word doc. It’s now fixed between the Empousa (sp?lol) and Percy’s “I missed you” was where the gap was

Edit (05/06/23): I was made aware by an anonymous user that I used she/her pronouns in the section with Percy’s mum. This has now been rectified. As a result I did remove the line about a wedding. I was unsure of how to reword it in a gender neutral way so opted to remove it entirely. I also noticed while making this change I used ‘girlfriend’ instead of partner in the section where they visit Luke’s mum. The same user notified me of an issue with the hunters of Artemis section. I was unaware of what they meant. I looked through any instance i mentioned the hunters or Zoe and removed “You told him Zoe was probably more comfortable taking girls, considering she’s one of Artemis,’’ hunters.” Again I was unsure of how to word this in a gender neutral way so opted to remove it. I have replied to the full ask and is under #untitled Percy Jackson headcannon for anyone who wishes to read my initial response. I believe that’s all the mistakes rectified. If not please tell me and I will fix them

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[primaviva]

i'm not sure if you're aware of the representation of the israeli occupation being the entirety of the wlf vs the seraphites section and that that's actually where neil's zionist views are most prevalent. i think it's disingenuous to call out the performativeness of ellie content while completing negating all the content of other popular characters content especially because the zionism propaganda is grossly apparent in them. i don't really want to get into the semantics.

but i do agree with your post, i thought about it the other day and it's genuinely jarring to see links for palestine introducing a fic of fucking a fictional character/s from a game that perpetuates the very violence the author is supposedly calling against, the irony is just ludicrous. but anyway, i'm sorry for ranting omg i just wanted to add that it applies for all tlou content/characters/actors not just ellie and not just the remastered even part i has zionist propo. (bella ramsey called for a ceasefire after liking several of neil's zionist posts, the actress who's playing dina in the show is also a zionist, pedro's not a zionist i think but he was silent for weeks before saying anything and is close friends w several zionists so i would'nt say calling him one is far fetched)

yes, i am aware of the symbolic parallels in the game because i followed the news about the zionism in the game since it first started coming out in january (funnily enough when tlou was coming out…) but i also don’t personally agree that it’s “disingenuous” to call out performative actions on the behalf of people who favor ellie in the game compared to other forms of propaganda in the game because im simply not talking about that. my focus in my rant was the ellie stans because of the abrupt switch up that occurred during this week compared to the past few months based on what’s been happening in palestine as well as the extent zionism influences the game—especially its creator. i was simply making a comment about what i was mostly seeing promoted in the tags, which was the hypocrisy of ellie writers and stans. i didn't think it necessary to include other parts of the larger story about how deeply ingrained zionism is in the history of the game in order to highlight how ellie writers fail to understand how to properly advocate. it just had nothing to do with my original point to be honest but you are right that other aspects of the game if not all include some inspiration from his zionistic narrative on palestine.

my whole point was drawing direct parallels to neil and his own experiences being put into the characters as i feel he sees himself as ellie, being enraged by the loss of joel and in a means to avenge his death as well as make herself feel better for the loss ultimately go out and kill the people responsible, which makes ellie have some zionistic elements to her character. i am not talking about the idf v. wlf and the battle for land because i interpret that as israel v. palestine whereas the cofmlct between ellie and abby (along with her friends) as neil v. palestinians. i got another anon like this that used similar wording and don’t know if it was you as well but i thought i made this quite clear in my original post and other ones. again, i never addressed the idf and the wlf because i never mentioned it originally as i am solely talking about characters and the writers such as ellie/ellie writers because that’s the big chunk of it.

and i am so so so SO glad you brought up the link trees being put under fics. it’s honestly like a double edged sword because on one end why the hell are there links to help give humanitarian aid to a ethnic cleanse/genocide happening in palestine under a fic of ellie strapping down reader in the bathroom of a party happening at jackson ???? it just looks absurd, out of place, and a bit disrespectful considering the juxtaposition of content cus how we going from reading smut to addressing a real issue killing thousands. but at the same time, i do acknowledge that there are people who don’t care enough as they should about these issues and rather ignore what’s going on by sticking to their regular routine instead of taking action so maybe by putting links at the end of multiple fics it will push people who didn’t care before to start engaging in free palestine content. i can see the vision but it depends on what type of fanfiction it is yk because if it were fluff i would say okay it’s appropriate but if it’s a smut… idk i see both the benefits and its problems. and yeah all the actors have been disappointing to say the least especially after bella made a palestine highlight after liking SEVERAL zionist posts just to save they own ass 😭😭😭😭😭 and i don’t think pedro is a zionist but it’s not like that matters because one of the worse things you can do is be silent which is arguably worse like it is better to say something than nothing at all. i compare it to taylor swift who refuses to mention the genocide and almost operates as if it doesn’t exist, similar to most celebs being favored in the media right now, because that makes them appear neutral and avoids the risk of losing a large amount of fans based on “political” views which is just gross.

but don’t apologize for ranting!!! i actually find what you said really interesting about how writing for ellie while opposing violence towards palestine is basically hypocritical because she is doing the same violence in the game. i didn’t ALWAYS know about the stuff with neil because tlou isn’t one of my most favorite games but i interpret you saying that based on the knowledge that we all know now which is that the game is based on a foundation of zionism. i feel like you could view the story of tlou2 (or at least by how it ended) as a story about grief and how certain actions come back to haunt you, courtesy of joel, as well as the road to redemption/making peace because after ellie goes on a rampage she does choose in the end to not kill abby which is like wow cus after everything you lost you didn’t do what you said you would due to her change in heart yk. but you can’t really separate the fact that it is based in zionism so hypothetically if the genocide happening in gaza simply wasn’t happening, would it then be okay to write/edit ellie? because the vibe you are giving is that it isn’t morally right to edit/write/etc for ellie as well as other characters who have the same elements of zionism engraved into their character (not that i am saying this view is bad, wrong, or invalid) and if that’s so i would love to hear you elaborate because that’s a whole other point of view on this whole thing.

anyways sorry for being a d1 yapper anon but you’re so so right and brought up some really good points i just had to type like i had 48 hours of free time‼️‼️

#👑 — dalia’s speaks! #tlou boycott #ellie williams x reader #the last of us

[theflyindutchwoman]

I'm not sure if Tim and Lopez are "besties". I believe they are good friends and co-workes, but not the super best friends like the fandom thinks they are.

A recent exemple is in ep. 5x07 when Lopez and Grey got served on roll call about the Elijah Stone case. At no point we see Tim support Lopez through that. The one who supported her was Harper and that's the friendship I see being set up.

And Lopez teasing Tim about Lucy in episodes 5x01 and 5x02 seemed just that, teasing for a comedic bit. We never saw Lopez actually helping Tim navigate his situation with Lucy post Vegas.

Of course it all can change in the next episodes, but so far Tim and Lopez don't seem super close, and seem to interact only when convenient for the story.

Hi Anon,

Well, technically, since they are all characters, they will interact only when the writer thinks it's convenient ;)

Seriously though, since it has never been made canon, that is up to your interpretation. I personally just love their friendship and see them as best friends, who will tease and call lovingly the other dumb but will fight for each other. But that's just that, an opinion. Or a headcanon.

You underlined the problem with TV shows that have a huge ensemble cast. You have so many characters to fit in 42 minutes/episode. And at least 1/3 is going to be focused on the main character, Nolan. That means that as a writer, you have to streamline and pair up the characters in a way that makes sense for your story. Right now, the writers need Angela with either Wesley (her husband) or Nyla (partner at work). Hence them having more scenes together.

Now that's just season 05. The idea of Tim and Angela being besties far predates that. We did have important moments that highlighted their friendship throughout the serie. Admittedly, not as much recently. But that doesn't diminish the previous moments. Angela was there during the whole Isabel ordeal, to pick him up at the hospital after his gunshot injury, to be with him when Isabel was a CI… He was the one who always defended her when her career was in jeopardy after Jackson froze during a shooting or after he barely passed his 6 months exam. She was the first person he consulted on whether he should try to take the sergeant's exam. Or the first person he called for help when Lucy was missing. He's also the only one who picked on the fact Wesley was not fully OK when he showed up to help. He was there for her when everybody was trying to hijack her wedding and nobody was listening to her. He made sure she got the wedding she wanted and so she made him her man of honor. He didn't hesitate to go to Guatemala to rescue her (along with Nyla). Now all these elements were made possible because they were still working directly together (both being TOs). Once he got promoted to sergeant and she came back from maternity leave, their storylines diverged and that made any potential scenes harder to include. But she was still the one he confided after kissing Lucy. And she made sure to tease him for it. As best friends tend to do.

The reason we haven't seen Tim in the Elijah Stone case is because he was never involved in it to begin with : when Angela was made aware of the threat he posed to her family, Tim was on his day-off dealing with his own family drama. Since the 5x07 plot is a direct result of that, there was no reason to add him. On the other hand, Harper was part of the surveillance team and she had made a promise to Angela to make sure nothing happened to Wesley. So that made more sense to have her present and have Tim focused on the other plot. Now, yes, the show could have included a scene at the beginning / end with Tim comforting Angela (and not gonna lie, I wish they had)… But we're back at the original issue : too many stories for too little time.

Do I wish we'd see more of them? Yes! 100%. And hopefully we will. I also agree that they have started developing the Angela x Nyla friendship since mid-season 04. They are both working together, their husbands worked together for a while, they're both mothers… They just have more in common, but that doesn't necessarily make them besties either. Unless you see it that way.

I can't speak for the whole fandom. Like I said, I love Tim and Angela's friendship. And I'm sure a lot of people just started developing their own headcanons to fill the (many) gaps. However you can absolutely see them as just friends or co-workers. At the end of the day, those are just interpretations, there's no right or wrong answer.

I hope that helps.

#ask me things #The rookie #Tim Bradford #Angela Lopez

[my-awesome-roadtrip]

Day 9 : 2nd July 2022 - Philadelphia PA

A bucket list ticked off today !  Just wanted to mention the some wonderful people that we have met.

First of all Jadene, she was the Manager at the Alamo Car Pick Up Centre. What brilliant Customer Service, we were given such a ridiculously naff Smart phone, pretending to be a SatNav. We couldn’t even to get it to work, after a long flight, we were tired and hot and along she came.

We explained the problem and the next moment the Sherman appeared, no extra charge, the last time we had such an upgrade it cost us 600$.. thank goodness for her because it’s been so easy to navigate our RoadTrip.

Yesterday we met Joanne, honestly we only wanted to take a photo of Stonewall Jackson’s arm grave, but she took us on a personal tour of the Ellwood House. If Tony and I had been on our own , we would have been in and out in 10 minutes , however we learned so much about the ordinary people caught up in the American Civil War.

Then there was Russell, he was the docent at James Madisons Montpelier, he greeted us with 

“ I was warned there were two Brits on the tour”  And he finished the tour  with 

“ Thank you for giving me the privilege of sharing this story with you “

I think the the privilege was ours, I knew James Madison was a President, but I had no idea of his accomplishments, Russell told us he was a interpreter  of history and  reported things as he saw them, well he certainly captured our imagination and our interest.  Well, awoke in the Emperor bed with a start and it was already 6.30am,we very quickly got washed and changed and at the breakfast table within half an hour ! 

We threw our belongings into a suitcase and then into the Sherman and Tony nosed out on the highway and we were on our way to Arlington National Cemetery.

We soon arrived in DC and passing the Pentagon and the Capitol in the distance, it’s dome glinting in the early morning sun.

Arlington is run with military precision, I honestly thought you just rocked up, parked and walked into these hallowed grounds. Oh no, they have huge parking areas, lots of people directing you everywhere and airport type screening. Such a shame that terrorism is a threat even in a Cemetery.

It was a hot day, but we decided not to get the shuttle that takes you all the way around Arlington, perhaps we were foolish to walk, but we saw everything we wanted to, plus saved a few $$$.

The brilliant staff showed us the way to Medgar Evers’s grave, what saddened me immensely was that his grave stone was all alone.

Medgar Evers was a veteran of WWII, however he was a prominent member of the NAACP ( National Association of the Advancement of Coloured People ) he also assisted into the investigation of the murder of Emmett Till.

PART TWO

So Medgar was walking up to his front door in Jackson Mississippi, when he was murdered by a high ranking member of the Klan ( I’m unable to use the the full name, as I fear my blog will be deleted by the moderator ), by the name of Byron de la Beckwith.  It took his widow 31y to bring him to justice.

So let’s go back to his gravestone, I wonder why it was all on its own away from the main body of the cemetery ?

We then found the grave of Ruth Bader Ginsburg, who was the second woman and the first Jewish person to be appointed to US Supreme Court, she was appointed in 1993 when she was 60 years old and a champion for gay rights, women’s rights, the poor and the marginalised.  Finally we stumbled upon the gravesite of JFK and Jacqueline Kennedy. I was so disappointed, for such a great President, the area around his remembrance was a bit overgrown, in fact his stone was barely legible. I will say the whole area was silent as a grave, so to speak, everyone spoke in hushed tones or not at all.

By this time the sun was up and it was getting extremely warm, however we persevered and walked the fifty or so steps to Arlington House, the Robert E Lee Memorial, boy did I struggle and by the time I got to the top I was drenched. it was a relief to get into the the air conditioned building … now this is a story to tell.

The house was built by George Washington’s grandson and eventually the property passed onto his daughter who then married Robert E Lee. 

Arlington House was a plantation with 100 slaves, however after Lee lost the war to the Union, the Union confiscated the property and turned it into a cemetery to honour the dead of the Civil War and it has continued to honour military personnel since.

I’m not too sure what I think of Lee, he was a Union soldier who fought for the Confederates … 

Anyway, here we are in Philadelphia 

[damgaard67ward]

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[altrxisme]

Also yes the brain is still stewing with the muses’ m/cu verse 

probably to make up for the lack of hcs and verse info that I neglected to expand on ;;;

#not be also being nostalgic with old mcu/marvel rp partners ;A; #i miss jason's steve rogers #their interpretation of him and jackson got along so well #same with xanabiosis' bucky #/sighs/ #; speak writer

[p-antomime]

Why jinx the odds?

— minors don’t interact.

— wc: 5,4K.

content + warnings: 18+, including: dom!kurokawa izana, praise kink, worship, coercion, manipulation, heavy breeding kink, forced breeding & impregnation, power imbalance, scratching, hair pulling, nipple play, slight degradation & dumbification, fingering, oral sex (f! receiving), names calling, baby trapping, obsession, filming w/o consent, toxic!izana, dark content.

pairings: stalker!kurokawa izana x fem!reader.

request.

tokyo rev. masterlist.

part I, part II.

author note: i highly recommend that eventual readers of this work have read the first and second parts before reading this one or that they will read them before starting to read this thrid and last part, practically the entire plot of this work is directly dependent on these others, so please read the first and second parts so you don’t get lost in the middle of the events here! also, thank you for read this!

Your head buzzes.

It feels like you've struggled to do a three-month job in three hours.

Like you've shoved so many drugs into your nervous system that the synapses in your brain are about to explode or burn out.

As if someone had forced you to ingest a lot of hallucinogenic synthetic drugs and then made you stare at Jackson Pollock's No. 5 for hours.

Your body shook on the bed slowly, as if testing whether something in it was weakened or compromised. From the texture of the soft sheets beneath you, you could discern that what lay below and around your space was your bed. Comfortable, warm, perfect. But there was something slapping across your face that was forcing you to frown in discomfort and frustration. Oh, damn, was there no one to close that window and let that beam of sunlight into the room? Oh, yes, you were the adult person in that house, so, no. You needed to get up on your own, but there didn't seem to be much strength left in your body.

The level of fatigue was mammoth. It seemed like you had been kept awake all night, and even a good dose of coffee wouldn't stop your head from feeling dizzy. What happened? Were you up late at night?

You coughed lightly and felt a slight pain in your vocal cords and throat. Elbows rested on the mattress of the bed and you frowned more, not quite sure that you were in your own room. The smell seemed different. Where was it coming from? It was like a man's cologne. Were your nostrils deceiving you? Slowly your eyes opened and you noticed how heavy they were, your wrists hurt and lips were swollen. As you looked around, it turned out that yes, the place was your bedroom, the window was wide open and the sky was beautifully blue outside. It was still early, but not that early. Your attention fell on your sore wrists, and there were finger marks there, but the rest of your body apparently seemed unharmed.

Seemed.

You moved to get up and had to stay still for a few seconds because of your head spinning. And then you could feel something running down between your legs. Immediately your hands pulled the sheets off your body and went to the hem of your pajama bottoms to pull them down along with your panties, but before you could finish this action you heard the bedroom door open and your breath caught in the middle of your throat. What did he...

— Good morning, sweetheart! — Izana spoke with a wide, happy smile on his lips, one of his hands dirty with flour. — How is my girl feeling today, hm? You got knocked out by fatigue in the middle of our night, but, don't worry. — He walked towards you, sitting down beside you on the edge of the bed and making you shrug your shoulders. — I've finished my job of filling you completely. — His hand that was clean landed exactly on the middle of your belly and you looked from the fingers to Izana's face.

— W-What? — You asked, thinking that you had interpreted Izana's words in the wrong way.

— You should rest today, you must be very tired and I want you to be completely well for when we start over. — You interrupted him with a look of confusion on your face.

— Izana, what are you talking about? Why are you...

And then before your mouth could finish speaking, Kurokawa pressed his palm against your belly and your memory recapitulated the several hours he stood over your body, his cock buried deep inside your pussy and cumming several times in a row inside you. "Gonna breed you so fucking good, tomorrow all you'll be thinking about is how I filled you to the brim with cum", you remembered hearing him speak before you started begging him to let you go.

— You didn't... — Your brain couldn't even produce any more tears, your body was too tired to care about showing discontent, hurt, resentment, anything but fatigue. — I can't believe it, Izana, you are.... — It was his turn to interrupt you.

— Yes, the father of all your children. Isn't that nice to know? I would be very upset if you couldn't remember our night of love. — He leaned over and planted a wet kiss on one of your cheeks, which you tried to refuse by pulling away slightly. — You wanted to be a mommy, didn't you? So, I'm here to help you with that, I'll always be here for you, my love. I love you, I told you this several times last night, can't you remember? — Now Izana looked a little disappointed and you felt like vomiting when you realized that what was wetting the bottom of your panties was most probably the remnants of his cum that had not been kept inside your pussy. — But anyway, I figured you'd wake up very tired, anyone would be tired after taking about four, five loads of cum, wouldn't they? So I made breakfast! Forgive me for using some things from the kitchen and pantry, but I couldn't let my girl go hungry, right? — He stood up slowly with a smaller smile than before and a glow reflected in his lilac orbs. — I'll get the food for you.

And as you watched him walk calmly out of the room, you felt lost.

This was one of the worst, if not the worst, scenarios that could ever happen in your life. How could you let Kurokawa Izana into your life without rethinking all his actions, all his mini-reactions. He was always this disturbed guy and only you didn't realize it? Oh, but there was no one to warn you. Izana is great at hiding his true nature, he's beautiful like Aphrodite and lethal like Dionysus.

You desperately got up, even though your head hurt, and ran to the bathroom attached to your room. You needed to vomit. As if throwing up last night's dinner would make the Kurokawa semen inside you automatically disappear. And Izana followed your movements through the screen of his cell phone that mirrored the cameras he had previously installed in your bedroom, the bathroom and other strategic points in your house. He was slightly worried about you, so he arranged your breakfast on a tray as best he could and walked briskly to your room through the corridors of the house and watched you come out of the bathroom wiping your mouth.

— I can get you some medicine, my baby, I'm here to... — You interrupted him with an irritated tone.

— Don't talk to me, I don't want to hear your voice.

— Oh... — Izana shrugged, but soon he was arranging his breakfast on the bed with the same smile as always, and you were watching him with a mixture of disgust and curiosity. — I made chocolate pancakes for you and also coffee, but I don't know how you like your coffee yet, so I made it to my liking. There are also strawberries and ryokucha. — He patted the vacant seat next to where the breakfast tray had been placed and looked at you with anxiety and anticipation. — Oh, even my... our son is only coming home tomorrow from his little friend's house, his mother called this morning before you woke up to let me know and I told her everything was fine. — A small feeling of desperation began to take hold of you as soon as your body moved on its own to sit up in bed and start eating, even if you didn't want to accept much coming from Izana.

— He... — You began to speak after some time in silence, the only sounds in the room coming from your mouth chewing and Izana's quiet breathing watching you with a curious and loving countenance. — Is he all right? — Your eyes rose from the food to the face of the man in front of you.

— Oh, you are so kind and unselfish, my love, of course he is all right. — Izana leaned over to lift one hand to caress your face and you instinctively tried to pull away, only to have him grip your chin firmly between his hands. — You should worry more about yourself right now, sweetheart. You were such a strong, good girl last night for me... no, for our children. I'll take very good care of you during these two days that our first child will be gone. — He spoke, leaving a kiss on your forehead, and you almost felt like you were about to throw up again.

However, Izana was and at the same time was not correct when he said that he would take very good care of you during those two days that his biological son with another woman was absent from your home. He would cook all your meals to spare you the effort, but at the same time he would take advantage of you taking a bath as night fell in the same tub that days before he was watching you on camera as masturbation material to spread your legs slightly and slide two or three fingers into you. Izana would say it would make you feel better, even if there wasn't even a spark of physical strength left in your body after the night he kept you up by breeding you several times. But, ironically, feeling his fingers moving in and out of you in the middle of a warm bath, with your legs spread wide apart, eyes ajar and head resting against the tub, really made the muscles in your body relax a little more.

You could feel Kurokawa's lips kissing your neck leisurely as his fingertips curved inside you and a soft moan escaped from between your lips. What was it about Izana that made you want more of his touch even after he broke into your home in the middle of the night to make a morbid dream of his come true? His fingers seemed more deft and nimble inside you than yours that had been touching you between your legs for much longer than he had.

— Izana... — You called him without even realizing it, and only noticed what had come out of your lips when he looked at you intently, as if he were a puppy ready to fulfill your every request.

— Yes, sweetie? — He asked, his thumb rubbing your clit slowly and managing to elicit a few whimpers from you.

You didn't want to ask Izana to keep fucking you with his fingers, you didn't want to subject yourself to asking him for something humiliating now or ever. At the same time that your body felt so good, your mind whispered in your ears that you were the dirtiest slut in the world, but how could your common sense blame you for anything when there were digits moving so deep, so well inside you? Grinding against your walls in such a good way that no thought seemed not to resonate with the image and features and silhouette of Kurokawa Izana.

— Harder... you can... — You looked at him still without lifting the head that was leaning against the tub and swallowing hard as you saw his eyes sparkle again.

— Like this? — Izana asked, thrusting fingers in short but strong movements. — Or like this? — This time he moved them in a deep but slow manner, and you groaned again as you saw the knot in the pit of your stomach tighten a little more when he used the second way to rub against your walls.

— The second one, ple-argh! — You gasped as you felt him begin to thrust his digits into your pussy with the second way definitely, your head only able to think: "Yes, fuck, yes, like this, just like this, perfect, perfect".

It was only a matter of time before your body ended up definitely cumming and as Izana helped you finish your shower and get out of the tub, you felt as if you couldn't support your own weight with own legs and mentally thanked him as soon as he started to help you walk to the bed. You were startled to see that the only thing reflected in his eyes was affection when he began to dress you in comfortable pajamas and then went off to make dinner after leaving you lying in bed with your cell phone.

For a split second you caught yourself enjoying having Kurokawa Izana looking after you, and immediately tried to shake your head negatively to scare the thought away. Don't let his pretty face fool you.

In the middle of that new night, Izana went to his house to get some clothes, and when he arrived at your again, he let you sleep in peace for a few short hours, but constantly during the night he stayed awake watching your unconscious body on the bed, your serene face immersed in the world of dreams. The moonlight entered the room through a small crack in the half-open window, and his eyes were staring from your lips to belly. He wanted to be between your legs again with his cock deep in your pussy pouring various amounts of cum directly into your womb, he needed to know that you were carrying his child. Izana knew that if there was any man with the right to fuck a baby into you, that man was him. The only man in your life.

— Fuck, I love you so much. — He spoke feeling all the blood in his body begin to concentrate in his pelvis.

But Izana didn't want to cum anywhere else inside you. However, with you unconscious he couldn't enjoy your beautiful moans and the way you whimpered his name even though you asked him to stop. So he leaned toward you, arms around your waist, and pulled you close to him, your back resting against his chest and ass pressed against his covered dick.

Evidently it didn't take long for his sneaky hands to start groping your body, squeezing your breasts without too much force and then sliding down to your pelvis with one hand inside your panties to run two fingers along your folds just to see them wet. You were always so ready to take him, you were practically begging him to impregnate you, weren't you?

Izana placed lips on your neck and kissed these region slowly before bringing a hand to his own underwear to pull it down. He heard a soft grunt escape your lips and from your body moving against his, it was clear that you were slowly being awakened from your deep and deserved sleep. His hand went back into your panties as soon as his cock was freed and as a weak moan escaped your lips an excited smile came over his.

— Yes, baby, I know you want this as much as I do, don't you? — He whispered as he lifted your hips only to pull down the bottom of the pajamas and panties until both garments were almost to your knees and placed his cock between your thighs.

— I-Izana... — You called out, rubbing your eyes, still partially drunk from sleep and taking a few short, short seconds to discern that you were awake and what exactly Izana was doing. — Stop, I don't...

— Shh~ — Izana spoke up locking his lips back on your neck and before lifting one of your legs and starting to run his cock along its folds. — Gonna make you a mommy, sweetie, just the way you wanted so bad.

He had fucked so much cum into you the night before that it would be kind of hard that there wasn't already a child in your womb, but he wanted to be completely sure. Why jinx the odds? Izana would breed you with or without permission. Fulfilling your desire to be a mother and his desire to be the only possible father for your children was above any consent, he knew that even if you said you didn't want to, it was a passing lie. You wanted it, how could you not want it?

And when you tried to pull away without having recharged all your energy reserves, Izana used one arm to hook your waist and hold you still in place as he slid his dick into your pussy slowly, enjoying the sensation of having you again squeezing him hard. A guttural moan escaped his throat, it hadn't even been two days since he had last been widening your walls, but already there was a sense of longing overpowering him internally. If he could, he would spend the rest of the days of the week just keeping you as his fuckdoll, breeding you over and over again during the day, fucking his cream deeper and deeper inside you until your cunt could no longer hold all the semen inside and ended up leaking out in piles after he was sure that this time there would be no escape. It was as if Izana's mind lived in a vicious cycle of baby fever.

— You always take me so well, sweetie, you are perfect for me. Just perfect. — He spoke whispering close to your ear and began to move your body up and down against his cock, your pussy milking him without any hesitation whatsoever.

And even though your body was tired, your throat moaned his name over and over again and the same pain from before slowly began to reappear. Izana's eyes slid down your body to get a good look at the spot where he was fucking you from the side, and the sight of watching his dick disappear and then appear as it slid in and out of your pussy combined with the wet sounds escaping from the intimacies of the two of you colliding seemed like the only music he needed to live to. After all, he was doing it for you, always for you.

You swallowed him so well, the tip of his cock rubbing against your cervix and giving you a sudden sensation of pain even though it was masked by the growing pressure deep inside your belly. You couldn't believe yourself, wanting to cum on the dick of that heartbreaking man again, that man who somehow had a sick obsession with you and masked it all with the excuse of loving you.

One of his hands went down your groin and as soon as his fingers started working against your clit you found yourself unable to control your body's own urges and ended up cumming all over Izana's cock. He groaned at your tightness on his shaft and started bumping his hips in a stronger rhythm against yours, now your body literally was just a fleshlight for him to use and fill with cum. The liquids from your sensitive cunt were getting wetter and wetter as Kurokawa's dick continued to move in and out of you unrelentingly. And it felt so good, to have him rubbing against your sensitive walls and in a completely raw way, you wished he would stay for the rest of the night inside you, completely enlarging you and fucking as many loads as humanly possible into your womb.

Oh, but Izana was so merciful to you. He only came once inside you with a strong thrust and his hands tightening around your waist as moans came out through his lips. And as soon as his cock escaped your warm walls, his hands promptly went to put your pajamas and panties back where they belonged. He didn't want to waste any drops and you fell asleep again with his seed still inside your pussy with the man behind you on the bed whispering that he loved you and your conscience whispering in your ears that it was a lie.

And the next day Izana's biological son came home and you gave as much attention as you could to that child who wasn't to blame for anything his father did, even though your body still begged for another good long hours of sleep.

Before you could even notice, little by little that house was no longer inhabited mostly by just two people and the man with white hair and tan skin was increasingly present there. In the next two weeks there were even several of his clothes sharing the closet with yours, most of your coats smelled of Izana's body cologne. It was possible to tolerate his presence, especially when he treated you so well. You were almost his princess, there wasn't a day that he didn't tell you how much he loved you, how beautiful you are, how good you were as a teacher in your profession. Izana really was madly in love with you, putting you on a pedestal that perhaps wasn't deserved.

Silently, you and Izana agreed in unison that maybe it would be better if you two stayed together, and now he had access to your entire weekly schedule. He knew where you were, who you were with, what you were wearing, what you intended to do or buy, almost everything went according to his tastes and he was satisfied, or partially satisfied. Izana still wanted a child of his own with you so badly, it was a need, a demand. He wanted to see your swollen tits and belly carrying a son or daughter, but lately your work as a teacher kept draining your strength to the point that the first thing you did at home after showering was to fall into bed.

One Sunday evening as night was falling, Izana noticed that the house was very quiet and went looking for you in the corridors, finding you on the desk in your room, clasping different colored papers in hands. His son was fast asleep in the cute little room you had prepared for him even before you adopted him. You looked so beautiful distracted, he could admire you for long minutes in that comfortable dress before slowly approaching and encircling your waist with his arms. Izana missed feeling your body next to his after long days of not having the possibility to use your pussy and slide his hands down your shoulders, legs, breasts, waist, thighs.

— I missed you so much these days. — Izana began running the tip of his nose along the side of your neck and inhaling a good amount of your perfume. — You smell so good. — He whispered with lips lightly caressing your skin and you grunted as you noticed his cock rubbing against the curve of your ass.

— Not now, honey. — You replied, continuing to flip through the papers in your hands and trying not to lose focus. Oh, "honey", he melted when you called him that. — I'm busy.

— I just need to... — Izana said with his hands massaging your shoulders and then sliding down your body to lightly squeeze your breasts and rub nipples. — Feel you, just a little. You don't know how much I've wanted to touch you all these days. — His right hand sneaked up to the hem of your dress, sliding under it and immediately going to use two fingers to press on your clit above your panties.

You even tried to keep putting your notes of preparations for the next class back in order for a few more minutes... until Izana put one knee between your legs to spread them apart and slide fingers into your panties while his other hand kept squeezing your breasts. He was so hard to resist because he was persistent and liked to beat you usually by fatigue or coercion. You danced in his footsteps until now, but today you felt the need to at least stipulate one rule. At least one.

— Pull out today. — You spoke in a firm tone and looked to him, watching Izana raise one of his eyebrows as if to ask if you were challenging him to get what he wanted.

— Hmmm... — Izana squinted eyes at you and added more pressure with his fingertips on your clit, and you held back from moaning. — Okay, sweetheart, I can do this for you today. — He nodded, and you suddenly felt relieved, allowing yourself for the first time to really enjoy the way he caressed your body. — But... — Izana leaned down to put his lips next to your ear to whisper. — For the rest of the week I’ll breed you every day, no matter how tired you are, understood? — And your head nodded in agreement.

In a matter of seconds he was on top of your body with lips on yours in a completely breathtaking kiss and his hands starting to get rid of any clothing that was on your body. Finally seeing you naked after long days of torture without being able to touch you in the slightest respect for your physical exhaustion seemed like a fever dream, Izana's mouth was literally salivating as he pulled your hips up and literally fell mouth over your pussy to lick and suck you in such an eager manner that it made your legs start to tremble in a matter of seconds.

You knew Izana was good at working with his mouth, it was obvious when he put his lips over yours and easily mastered the kissing although you almost always wanted to test how willing he was to let you take the reins. His mouth was soft and firm at the same time, he knew how to distribute and remanage the pressure of his tongue and lips on your cunt and it didn't take long for you to turn into a drooling mess with a trickle of saliva escaping from one corner of your lips while your hands tangled fingers in his soft hair and his were busy keeping your trembling legs open.

The more you began to be overwhelmed by the pleasure provided by his mouth, the more pussy-drunk Izana seemed between your thighs, the harder it became to control your own moans, especially when you could feel the man eating you out by leaving little vibrations against your cunt in various attempts to suppress his own sounds. What a lewd scene.

But of course Izana wouldn't let you cum anywhere other than his cock. He liked to incite you to the mistake of thinking you could cum in his mouth only to have his face moved away completely and you become frustrated as his body placed itself over yours again.

— Aww, my pretty girl is frustrated? — He took your chin in one hand with a small smile on his lips. — Don't be like that, you're so needy and greedy, I'll give you anything you want, sweetie. — Izana let wet kisses run down your breasts while his hands massaged the inside of your thighs and his eyes dropped momentarily to your exposed and leaking pussy.

Immediately your hands went to leave light scratches down that light haired man's back and you could almost see hearts reflected in his lilac orbs as his pupils suddenly dilated. Yes, do that to him. Mix pain and pleasure and you automatically have a feral Izana ready to break you up and drain any sanity from your mind. There wasn't even a remote chance he would end up pulling it out in time, no. Now Izana wanted to bury his seed deep inside you as always, perhaps even deeper than on all the other days his claws had reached you.

He didn't need your consent. He never needed it.

So as soon as his cock slid into you and his tip lightly kissed your cervix and your legs curled around his hips for balance, Izana let his head fall back still feeling nails scratch his back until they left welts as evidence of the crime and began bumping his hips against yours in an intense pace that was making your body rise and fall in accordance with his. His breeder balls slapping against your ass and your walls swallowing him without even thinking about letting him get off you without giving you a good breeding.

And then your moans became too loud and Izana painfully slowed the pace inside your pussy, one hand placing itself over your mouth and you looked at him desperately not knowing how to contain the very sounds escaping from deep inside your throat. He was moving in and out of you so slowly. It was torturous. And Izana continued like that for long minutes until you grabbed his wrist to try to pull his hand away from your mouth and force your hips against his just to get a little more friction.

— Be quiet. — Izana knew that you two couldn't bother the neighbors any more than already had on other days. — What are you, hm? A slut in heat or my good obedient princess? — His fingers pressed harder against your mouth and you felt small tears form at the corner of your eyes, feeling his dick slowly filling and emptying you. His other hand was gripping your hip tightly, as if completely ready to hold you in place if you think of trying to escape him.

Izana looked you straight in the eyes, the color of his now darker, at the same time as hips continued to pound into yours at the same painfully slow pace and your mind couldn't think of anything but several whimpers for him to fuck you at the same relentless, brutal pace as always. For the first time you missed being treated like a ragdoll by him. However, now you could feel his pelvis rubbing and pounding against your clit, which increased your stimulation, but still you felt as if you were going to lose complete control.

— You're going to be quiet for me, aren't you? You're not going to be a dumb whore, right? — He leaned over you with hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat and you nodded desperately, it was as if your eyes were seeing a completely different Izana, surrendered to primal instincts and when his hips thrust somewhat deeper than the previous ones, soon his dick was in and out of you again quickly.

Slowly his hand slipped from over your mouth to latch onto the base of your neck to keep you still as he thrust into your inviting pussy. You wanted to drain every last drop of cum from him, Izana knew that even though you had told him to pull out. Oh, pull out? No way, he was going to fuck a baby into you once and for all, he was going to have you as a good mommy to his children definitely.

You could feel his cock twitching against your walls and knew that he was about to cum inside. The tears kept streaming down your cheeks and blurring your vision and hands started pounding against his chest, your mouth madly begging between controlled moans and desperate gasps for him not to cum inside. No, no, stop, stop. Izana! Pull out!

You just didn't expect your orgasm to come at such an inopportune moment as now and cloud your senses and ethical judgment.

And all Izana did was press your body against the bed mattress and burrow deep inside you as his dick filled your walls in white hot spurts. His mouth opened into a small "O" of euphoria as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix and injected his milk directly into your abused womb. If you had luckily escaped having his babies the other times, bad luck would catch up with you and destroy you the same way he finished destroying your body. The sensation was insane for him, having your cunt milk every last drop out of him was like a gift from heaven.

— Yeeees! — Izana spoke in a slurred manner, looking up at you with a wickedly satisfied smile on his lips before he leaned over. — I'll m-make you have my babies, you'll look beautiful carrying them here. — He brought his hand from your waist to your belly, caressing it as you tried to stop crying and normalize your breathing.

Oh, you really trusted Kurokawa Izana. What a tragicomic mistake. He is a walking menace.

Maybe during the course of the week you bought a pregnancy test just to clear your conscience. And a few days later you went for a blood test for the same purpose, of course Kurokawa went with you. The result was usually delivered a few hours later and even if the pharmacy test had already given you a preview of the answer and you had thrown it in a public dumpster, Izana already knew what the outcome was.

That's why he had a satisfied, beaming smile carved on his lips from the moment the two of you stepped into the hospital lab.

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[thoughtfulturtleprincess]

A non-OP fan’s (slashy/romantic)take on Buggy and Shanks’ relationship

Disclaimer: I’m not a One Piece fan by any stretch so I don’t follow the manga or anime but I’ve seen clips of it here and there on the internet, and got intrigued by the one and only Buggy and his relationship with Shanks. I’ve been thinking a lot about them recently and reading a lot of fics/reddit theories so here’s my take. I’ll most definitely miss stuff so actual fans please jump in and correct me/add things!

Warning: My interpretation is that there is some romantic undertones to their relationship. If you don’t agree with this please don’t read! Thanks :D

1. Shanks and Buggy grew up together on the same ship. Some have suggested that they were only 1 when they were picked up by Roger’s crew, although the youngest we’ve seen them tgt was when they were 9 years old. Regardless, they probably didn’t have much of a chance to form long lasting friendships with other children outside the ship, so their peer group consisted only of each other, and that’s crazy. 

2. I feel like these circumstances would’ve led to a form of closeness that supersedes modern friendship. Some have described their bond as a brotherhood, and many have stated that they love each other.

3. However, I feel like brotherly love doesn’t fully explain their dynamic(in the anime version of their Marineford reunion). While it explains why Shanks took care of Buggy when on the Oro Jackson despite their squabbles, why he invited Buggy to go with him after Roger’s execution, and why he seemed quite happy to see Buggy at Marineford aged 39, it doesn’t quite explain why his first instinct there was to make a fool of Buggy, only to brush it off as a whim afterwards. And it most certainly doesn’t explain the most SUS thing about that interaction, which was Shanks’ facial expression and tone of voice. There’s just something very sus about that in particular because it doesn’t feel brotherly, but more like flirtatious teasing??? which Buggy is totally confused by btw.

4. I watched the Japanese version of their reunion. During most of it one of Shanks’ eyebrows was slightly raised in a sort of mischievous way, and just before he walks off he says ‘I know, so don’t be angry.’ in a tone that’s borderline flirtatious???? Does Shanks know that he can placate Buggy with flirtatious teasing?? In that case I wouldn’t call this brotherly love anymore. Does that mean he’s done that in the past and it’s worked???????

5. Perhaps these are artistic liberties that the animators and voice actors have taken, but I assume this is also approved by Oda? Maybe this is a trap for yaoi fangirls and I’ve fallen into it lmao I am not sure how this works - someone more well versed in the mechanics of this please chip in :D In any case, we’ll see where this takes us:

6. There’s 2 things to address here: the trickery, and the borderline playful flirting that happened towards the end. Firstly, the trickery: there’s a power dynamic here and Shanks is the one on top. He’s thinking about how to stop the war, Luffy, and probably other bigger things. When he sees Buggy he probably felt a lot of things then but because of the circumstance, he decides to use him as a way to get something done. 

7. It was a funny interaction, and I’m going to over-analyse it. When Buggy refused to help Shanks with the strawhat, it’s interesting that the latter decided to trick him with the false promise of a treasure map, rather than to just say sth along the lines of ‘why not help for old times’ sake’ etc. Perhaps he thinks that Buggy would be too prideful to be swayed by those types of arguments. But perhaps this is where Shanks miscalculated, and why Buggy was so offended lol just a while ago Buggy had helped Luffy because he had been touched by his innocence and resemblance to young Shanks, and here Shanks is basically saying that even after all these years he still thinks Buggy is below matters of the heart. 

8. Shanks probably also thinks he can trick Buggy into doing things for him without incurring any real consequence. It’s almost like the ‘I’m just going to say this first and then deal with his reaction later’ type mentality. Let’s face it, what can Buggy do? Fighting is out of the question: the disparity in their power levels seems too large for this to be a concern for Shanks, and Buggy is highly averse to fighting battles that he knows he can’t win. Cutting ties? Well, that’s been done: Buggy rejected Shanks’ offer to join his crew years ago, and they haven’t really met since, so the worst has already happened. Shanks has had years to get over that.

9. Perhaps over time Shanks has become more focused than his easy smiles let on. Ironically, Buggy was the one to criticise Shanks for being soft hearted when they were younger, but ultimately it is Buggy who tears up at the sight of Luffy’s innocence and decides to fight alongside him in Impel Down, and it is him that calls out Shanks’ name in the middle of the battlefield, seemingly without a care for their surroundings or consequences, just to be taken advantage of by the other.

10. Some may say I’m making Shanks sound a bit evil, and that perhaps all of this happened subconsciously. Maybe the sentiment behind tricking Buggy is half a funny way to greet his old comrade, and half a sign that he still remembers a lot about him and on top of that trusts him with his hat.

11. While I agree with the fact that Shanks basically does not have any true malice towards Buggy, I can’t ignore the power dynamic between them. The trickery was funny only to Shanks, not to Buggy, but I think this dynamic fits perfectly with Shanks’ role as the Emperor and Buggy’s as the Clown.  

12. Alas, Emperors maintain an indestructible reputation, and Clowns make themselves look bad for laughs. So mb Buggy is just fulfilling that role for Shanks in the story. After all, Shanks is portrayed as a flawless man: he is selfless, ambitious, righteous, protects the weak, stops wars and has never lost a battle in his life. On the other hand, Buggy is portrayed in the complete opposite manner: he is self-serving, duplicitous, scummy, money-loving and lazy. 

13. It’s kind of sad that Buggy was basically born into(afaik his nose is natural) this role though and is forced to make the most out of it.

14. Secondly, the playful flirtatiousness(I keep using this word because I feel like that’s the vibe he gave off at the end of one of the clips I saw lmao): Shanks is not really treating Buggy as an adult in his own right, but acts as if Buggy is a child(or capricious lover??) that has to be coaxed into doing the right thing. That’s also borderline disrespectful, but it could just be a matter of them having been apart for such a long time that Shanks automatically defaulted to their old, childish ways because he hadn’t really had the chance to get to know Buggy as an adult.

15. But then this begs the question of what exactly is the nature of their relationship? Brotherly love doesn’t fit with the flirting, so perhaps it’s a different kind of love? Some possible reasons for why Shanks would ever be flirtatious could be 1. there’s some romantic elements to their relationship in the past that he’s taking advantage of now e.g. maybe Buggy was attracted to him and he is taking advantage of it? or 2. it’s a new thing he’s trying because he thinks it’s funny and Buggy would be too confused to keep retorting so it’s a fun way to end the conversation and at the same time to plant a seed in the clown that might make him follow Shanks later? (Buggy did immediately think about doing that lololol) Is this Shanks’ way of getting Buggy to come back to him lmao without explicitly asking loooool 

16. Judging by Buggy’s reaction it seems like number 2 is more likely but this is all anime-only afaik

17. All in all, I feel like Buggy is a special person to Shanks and vice versa, and even though Buggy is just one element of a much bigger picture for Shanks (whereas for Buggy, Shanks seems to have a much bigger presence in his mind), the fact that they spent their childhood only having each other as peers enabled them to form a deep mutual trust and closeness that didn’t seem to have dampened after twenty odd years of separation.

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[thebigqueer]

Ok, here we go. Dark!Bianca idea. Shortly after the events in the desert, a severely injured Bianca is found by agents of the Titans who were shadowing the quest party off-page. She is brought back to Titan HQ and is convinced to join their crusade against the gods while her friends and family think she's dead. Jump ahead to BotL, instead of Kelli the Empousa, it is a mysterious masked assassin who attacks Percy and Rachel at Goode. The events mostly play out unchanged until Geryon's (1/8)

ranch, where instead of Bianca, it is the ghost of Maria di Angelo who is revealed to be sending Iris messages to Percy about Nico, while also strongly hinting that Bianca's still alive. Jump ahead to Mt St. Helens, Percy fights the assassin again, and during his stint on Ogygia, Percy begins to put two and two together after the assassin demonstrated skills similar to the Hunters. At Antaeus' Arena, the assassin is finally unmasked to reveal a still-alive but scarred Bianca, replacing (2/8)

Ethan Nakamura as the demigod enforcer. Percy is convinced that Bianca is being mind-controlled and goes to Mt Tam to rescue her as well as stop Kronos. However, when he confronts her, Bianca reveals that she's operating of her own free will, feeling vengeful against the gods for robbing her of her life and having pledged her loyalty to her new Titan master. Kronos intends to make Bianca the prophesy kid, promising her the free will she craves so badly as well as promising not to hurt (3/8)

Nico. Going into the Last Olympian, Percy and Nico are both determined to convince Bianca that she's making a mistake, and this time Nico's duplicity is not to simply learn about his mother but to try and summon her spirit to get through to Bianca. At the same time, Kronos gradually starts treating Bianca as less of an ally and more of a tool, and the Titans' actions cause her to have doubts even though she dosen't know what else to do. It all comes to a head in the final battle.(4/8)

Nico returns from the Underworld by himself early, giving Hades an ultimatum to come and fight or hide. Just before the final attack, Kronos sends Bianca to infiltrate Olympus to disable the magic defenses, but Nico arrives to intercept her and make one last bid to save her. They fight, with both begging the other to stand down even as they slug it out. Finally, just as Percy arrives to chase Kronos, the battered siblings' duel ends when Nico gives another ultimatum. He throws down his (5/8)

sword and gives Bianca, now reduced to fear and frustration-induced tears, the choice between perusing her grudge and allowing herself to continue being Kronos’s slave or doing the right thing. Finally able to make a legitimate choice of her own, Bianca chooses to turn her back on the Titans. She still ends up wounded, but unlike Ethan in canon, Nico manages to save his sister while Percy and Kronos have their final battle. After everything ends, Percy petitions for Bianca’s pardon along (6/8)

with the rest of his list, though Bianca turns it down, realizing the harm she almost caused to the person she loved more than anybody else. She is given a reduced sentence in service to her father, and though she does not properly forgive any of the gods that hurt her, she does recognize that the spite and anger she felt would only lead to more death. Nico gets to visit her occasionally, and she starts a road to redemption that Luke never got the chance to take. In HoO, Bianca is (7/8)

more of a background character, but it is she that finds Hazel in Asphodel and alerts Nico to her. Overall, dark!Bianca is an anti-villain who’s affiliation with Kronos is clearly drawn from her pain and grief over the gods’ interference in her life, but her saving grace is her brother. Nico manages to pull her out of the darkness and save her from becoming the same monster Luke became. What do you think? (bear in mind, this is my rough draft) (8/8)

Okay, WOW. Anon, I am actually going to start a petition to make you the new Percy Jackson author because that was such an interesting plot to read.

First of all, I love that you replaced Bianca with Ethan. As interesting as he was in the series, and as much as I loved his character, after reading through your rough draft, I feel like Bianca would have been a much better character to use throughout PJO. Her arc could have been expanded upon and completed thoroughly, and it could have made a lot of sense. Ethan felt more like a representation of "demigods turned to the other side," which I get is the point, but I loved the way you used Bianca because with your plot, her character could have been used so well to properly show how easily the Titan army manipulated kids.

Furthermore, I feel like your plot with Bianca could have been a much better way to use her character throughout the series. From my interpretation, in canon she seemed more like a stand-in tool just to enhance Nico's own character arc and his motives, but your plot for her would have actually given her some kind of foundation and an actual arc for her to go through. You've given her such an interesting character and I think it really provides more justice to what she could have been.

I also love the way that not only did you give her a better arc, but you also enhanced Nico's own arc and the plot, too. Her death in the books seemed more symbolic to him and a turning point in his character, but with her character in your AU, it's both important to Nico and Bianca. You've given her an actual character, and you've set up such an interesting conflict between Nico and Bianca.

Additionally, I love the divide you've created between them. I think that - based on what we know about her in the books - as much as she loves her brother, Bianca also feels very limited with him because of how she's been forced to grow up and be his savior. She understands that he's only a child, though, which I think could also play into her own hatred for the gods - they've not only destroyed her family, but now they're forcing her to take the role of an adult when she's a mere child, too? She was never angry at Nico - she was only ever mad with the gods.

Maybe that's something that Nico also feels bad about, and maybe he tells her about it when they're standing each other down. Maybe she lets him know that she never hated him or felt that he was bringing her down.

Also, I want to add that I adore the way you put them on opposite sides. It sets up such an interesting dynamic to their relationship because here you have two people who love each other so much, but they're on two different sides of a large war. They're both too stubborn to go onto each other's sides, and Nico knows Bianca's only going to get herself into more danger. I just love the potential that has for both of their characters.

I know Percy had a large fear about Nico being another kid to join Kronos' army, so I bet Bianca being on his team would have left Percy incredibly terrified for Nico, too, because he knew how much Nico loved Bianca. Would he have been nervous for Nico's ability to change his mind? Nico knows he'd never join Kronos, but would Percy have known?

And, knowing that Bianca's now on the Kronos side, how would Percy react? Because he felt pretty guilty about her death in TTC, right? Would he feel guilty that she's on the other side now, too? Would he try to reason with her, only to push her further away? I'd love to see how Percy would deal with knowing that Bianca - an important child of the Big Three - would react to her being there. He was already nervous about Nico joining sides, but having Bianca there would have really scared him.

And the part about Bianca finding Hazel instead of Nico? That was mind-blowing. I love everything about that situation because now that introduces Hazel into the narrative of Nico and Bianca's story. My question for you would be how does Hazel's character change now? How does she fit in with Nico and Bianca? Because in Heroes of Olympus she's clearly very insecure about her relationship with Nico and how he views her, but if she actually knew Bianca, how would she feel? Would she feel more left out (knowing that Bianca and Nico have known each other much longer and have a stronger connection with each other)? Would she be distrustful? And how would the three of them adapt to this additional family member? I have high hopes that by the end they would all love each other very much, but I'm just really curious into how Hazel's addition would influence the dynamic of all three.

And, essentially, it all ends into a somewhat win-win situation. Bianca's still living; Nico's got two new sisters; Hazel now has a new family.

I think this is such an interesting concept, and I'd love to read it. If you ever post it anywhere, please do share the link! This was such an intriguing plot to go through and, again, I think this could have been a much better use of Bianca's character.

Thank you so much for sharing it with me.

#WOW #I seriously wish you had a Tumblr because I just know you would post the most interesting takes #anon tag #asks #pjo meta #nico di angelo #bianca di angelo #hazel levesque #rick riordan #riordanverse #nico di angelo headcanon #bianca di angelo headcanon #hazel levesque headcanon #riordanverse headcanon #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #hoo

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Top 8 A-spec Headcanons

Hey Tumblr what the fuck is up!!!!!!!! I’m going to give y’all a list of my top A-spec headcanons (I’m not going to define exactly where on each spectrum I place people because if I’m honest I wouldn’t be exactly sure for 90% of them and this leaves room for different interpretations). Also my reasoning is not always great and it might boil down to how I relate to the character so I want them to be more like me, but I'll try to give justification???!!!??

1. Let's start with both Rayla and Callum from the Dragon Prince.

I don’t know what it is but these funky kids are absolutely a-spec, this is canon,,,,,, I don’t care,,,,,, they just have the vibes and I for one am here for them

2. Katniss Everdeen from the Hunger games:

I recently reread the first book and oh my god. She. Is. A-spec.

I don’t know if she was meant to be coded this way but it is clear from her thoughts that sex and romance is never something she considers on her own.

I know she ends up having kids with Peeta at the end, but that is more to show that she has changed the world for the better for future generations. I can totally see her and Peeta as a QPR.

3. Steve Rogers from the MCU:

His lines about never finding the right partner and being too busy to date along with the forced nature of all his romance give this impression. (Also he got a date and the very next thing he did was crash his plane into the sea,,,,, iconic,,,,,).

4. Entrapta from She-ra:

I don’t think any explanation is needed here. She is very very A-spec coded.

5. Jon Snow from Game of thrones (show):

This is probably my most controversial view as GoT is such a sexualised universe but, :/ you know *shrugs in a what can you do sort of manner*.

Anyway first clue Joins the Night’s Watch and is comfortable never having sex and actively dislikes the thought of marriage.

His thing with Ygritte is hard to ignore but in my view he had little choice if he wanted to live, and Ygritte liked him for who he was which hadn’t really happened to him before, also amatonormativity is a bitch.

I thought his thing with Daenerys was very out of character and was one of the many bad things in the later seasons (on that note Dany is definitely on the aro spectrum,,, demiromantic?????)

6. Obi-Wan Kenobi from Star Wars:

The definition of flirty aspec. But yeah, he’s a Jedi for one, and lived as a hermit on a desert planet for years as well. Any number of Jedi (bar Anakin could be A-spec) but Kenobi is by far my favourite.

7. Eren from Attack on Titan:

Attack on Titan is great for Aspec viewers, like there is almost no explicit romance and Eren is the epitome of this. He would not know what attraction was if it slapped him in the face and called him a bitch, and we absolutely love this for him.

8. Annabeth from Percy Jackson:

Another controversial one because of the popularity of percabeth in (which is a ship I love by the way) I definitely think she is romantically attracted to Percy but I headcanon her as Ace spec for various reasons. There is no big reason but lots of little things just add up to give me those vibes.

#asexual #aromantic #aroace #aspec #aro #ace #headcanon #just a bit of fun #tdp #rayllum #rayla #callum #hunger games #katniss #peeta #steve rogers #captain america #MCU #She ra #entrapta #game of thrones #daenerys targaryen #jon snow #star wars #obi wan #kenobi #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #eren yeager #eren jaeger

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(Some) of Your Last of Us Criticism is Bullshit

It’s a good game and I’m tired of seeing these cold takes!

I should probably start out by saying I was ready to call this game garbage when some of the leaks (a lot that turned out to be absolutely made up) were sent out, but I held off. I played the game myself (not watch someone else play it - I played at my own pace for my own experience) and a lot of the “reasons why it sucked” just...don’t hold up lmao 

Spoilers ahead...obviously

1. Joel 

I honestly don’t know what people were expecting with this one. From the very first teaser people expected Joel not to make it. IT was clear Ellie was on a path of revenge, and there was only one person that both Ellie and the audience would do it for. (Then we were worried it was Dina, then really worried it was Dina, but other clips and stills kept pointing more and more to Dina sticking around, and Joel dying.)

It’s okay if you felt mislead by the one trailer. I don’t think they should have done that either. But that’s your problem with the marketing. Not the actual game. (Personal note, I didn’t want Joel to tag along. Then it would just be the first game over again, and we wouldn’t get to really know the new characters. I’m glad we got different allies) 

It was necessary for the story. For Ellie to really be able to go off on her own, learn to forgive Joel for the Fireflies in her own way. And it was also the way Joel’s mistakes come back in a meaningful way, not just Ellie being angry. You were supposed to feel torn at the end of the first game, and this is that struggle realized - some see it as the right one, the selfish violent one. I for one, am glad there was actual consequences. 

2. The Violence

????? Did you play the first one??? Ofc it’s violent, and shocking. Moreso than the first because this time we see Ellie as the antagonizer. Ellie is increasingly and increasingly more horrified by her actions, so we should be too. 

“But I have to kill a dog!!!” You also have to kill people, which should be worse. I also hated killing the dogs, but it’s a video game. I looked away when I had to. It’s an interesting mechanic and you can absolutely get over it like - that’s the game babe

3. The “OOC”-ness

Ellie won’t act like she did when she was 14. A shitton has changed. Tommy was in the first game for like 30 minutes. Ya’ll claim to love complex characters but actually seeing someone act irrationally for trauma?? Suddenly inconceivable to you lmao

Even at the farmhouse, when Ellie left Dina - she still hadn’t fully moved past what Abby did to Joel. We saw that in her journal (again, if you actually played the game by yourself, took time to take the story in) and in her panic attack. She doesn’t know how to move past it, and still thinks that killing Abby is the way to go. 

“Well Tommy wanted to go home but then at the farmhouse he wanted to go after Abby!” Tommy wanted to go home because Ellia and Dina were there to bring him back and Dina was sick. That was the only reason Ellie agreed to go back too. But oh shit! Abby literally crippled him and shot him in the face, of course Tommy would still want to go after her! He’s traumatized too guys, only now he can’t physically finish his journey like Ellie can. 

(and, with the glory of an open ending, once Ellie gets back to Jackson, he probably does move on. He forgave Joel for whatever their falling out was in the first game, he might be able to do it again - up to interpretation) 

“Joel would never give his name to a stranger!” Again, probably not if we were still in the first game. Hell, Joel probably would have shot them on sight if we were still in the first game. But again, the time in Jackson has changed him. There is a part later on in the game that shows Jackson tries to help as many straggles as they can. It’s an open community. Joel had no reason to think the group would be immediately violent because they knew his name. 

4. “Abby is a bad person!” “I hate Abby!” “They tried to make me feel bad for Abby!” 

Abby is an amazing beast of a woman and again, I ask you to actually play the game at your own pace and explore the sections where you play as Abby. If you’re raging still by the time you get to her section, you are going too fast. You are ignoring how Ellie is learning more and more about the Wolves and how they are people too - the things she is doing is not justified. 

Abby is a bad person, but just as much as Ellie is. Just as much as Joel is. She’s a survivor, and was traumatized by her loss (and yeah, losing your dad is traumatizing. Losing an organization you called home to find a new one is traumatizing). She, just like Ellie, thinks the only way to feel at peace with it is to take down her father’s killer. 

But even after! She feels terrible! She knows it didn’t do what she wanted - she has nightmares of her father’s death, she sees the impact it has on her friends, and she knows it’s wrong! That’s like, the major reason she goes back to save Yara and Lev - she knows what she did was wrong. She tries to make up for it. 

Yara and Lev change her, and you would notice if you actually looked. Even after Ellie killed all of her friends, she lets her go. She knows that revenge didn’t work the first time, and would not work again. 

“I’m supposed to feel bad for her just because her dad died?” No, you’re supposed to start to understand her. That’s the jumping off point for this character, and ultimately, her father doesn’t play a huge part in her arc. Not to mention, this argument is pretty heartless coming from people who claim to have such deep empathy for people

If you’re willing to let Ellie and Joel’s mistakes go because you feel so attached to them, but refuse to even give Abby a chance - at the very least, admit you’re being hypocritical. This does not make the game or the story a bad one because you ignore a part you didn’t want to be true. 

5. The “fake allyship” 

A. The thing about Abby being trans isn’t true.  it’s not an explicit part of the story and the “leak” about her being so was absolutely made up. Ya’ll just can’t handle a beast of a woman. (Though if you are trans and HC her as so, completely in your right to do so

B. There is a trans character who is treated badly by their people. This is shown to be wrong. I cannot speak for trans players, so depending how much deadnaming bothers you, this could be another, personal problem. Lev is deadnamed twice (maybe more depending how long it took to finish that encounter, but twice is all I heard) and it is shown to be wrong. And as a way for him being trans to be brought up later, in a more respectful setting. If this fact wasn’t brought up, and then Lev was said to be trans, ya’ll also would’ve called bullshit. By the characters you’re supposed to root for, Lev is treated with respect, protected, not fetishized and all in all, makes it out better than most characters.

C. “It’s violence against lesbians!” First, Dina is bi. And really? There’s violence against everybody. It is understandable to be uncomfortable with tragedy surrounding queer characters, but this game makes clear that that is not an option. I, as a bi woman, am ecstatic to see queer woman at the forefront of a game where their sexuality is present, but not the driving force. 

There is one character who harasses Ellie and again, this is shown to be in the wrong. Ellie and Dina’s romance is never a factor in the actual violence against them, only their actions. 

D. “But Dina and Ellie don’t even end up together!!” The magic of an open ending, bud. Ellie’s journal when she’s in Santa Barbara shows that she misses JJ and Dina a lot. I immediately assumed that when she found left the farmhouse at the very end, she was going back to Jackson to be back with Dina - now finally ready to heal without revenge. Dina did tell her not to go after Abby, but Ellie’s line does imply that there is a chance Dina will forgive her too 

Really, these ones are reaches and if you want fluffy queer media, that’s awesome, but no where was that promised here. 

There are absolutely critiques of this game that are valid. Nothing is perfect. I thought the pacing at times was absolutely killer slow, and there’s only so many large areas filled with enemies I can take out before it gets a bit repetitive. The characters of color (aside from Dina and Lev) always being killed is super sus and could have been avoided most times. But for the main criticisms I’m hearing, ya’ll are just reaching. Just because a story is not what you wanted does not make it bad

#anyway im getting out some frustrations here so lol #the last of us #tlou 2 #tlou #ellie williams #joel miller #tlou dina #the last of us part two #it's me talking

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Serendipitous Synergy

“I can’t believe I got stuck with you, of all people, as a dance partner.”

“What? Scared I’ll steal the spotlight?”

“In your dreams, Lee.”

member: haechan

au: dance partner and rival!haechan x gn!reader

word count: 4.9k

genre: angst, suggestive, fluff

warnings: talk of insecurities and thoughts of self-doubt, a house party, stubborn reader, smug haechan, mentions of ‘sexual tension’ in the context of a dance, kissing, slight innuendos

author’s note: As a dancer myself, this idea came to me after we learned the choreography for Thriller in class one day! And yes I know Halloween was weeks ago but shhh. It’s my first time writing an enemies to lovers au, so I would greatly appreciate any feedback about things I can improve on in the future. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy!

network tags: @neo-constellations

“...You’ll be partnered with Haechan.”

The words of your instructor seem to swallow up the dance studio you’re standing in, echoing off of the walls with a piercing sound that makes your ears ache, your gut twist, and your blood boil.

This could not be happening.

Said boy seems just as averse to the idea as you are, the corners of his mouth downturned in displeasure.

Your teacher, however, continues to rattle off the rest of the pairs, some of them a little surprising but none nearly as unexpected as the two of you being put together.

Eyes narrowed and gazes sharp as daggers, both you and Haechan turn to stare each other down.

The standoff makes everyone else in the studio uneasy, and though the other dancers aren’t unaccustomed to your endless rivalry, they fear the potential hostility of your reactions. But to their astonishment, it never escalates beyond these stinging glares directed at one another. You’re surprisingly professional about it on the outside, not letting a single swear word slip out from between your lips, while he bites back a snarky insult.

On the inside, though, you’re a mess.

Haechan has been somewhat of an enemy of yours for as long as you can remember, though by no fault of his own. No matter what you did or how hard you tried, ever since you were both young students struggling to find your footing in the artistic world, he’s always been better than you. At everything.

If you managed to nail a double pirouette, he’d step right up and do a third like it was nothing. You finally got your split? He’s already had it for a month, at least. It just wasn’t fair. You both had started dancing at the same age, at the same time, with the same amount of experience: zero.

In all honesty, Haechan had done nothing wrong. The combination of poor timing and better luck had worked against him all those years ago to brew these bitter feelings inside of your heart, rising to the surface whenever you would set foot inside the familiar studio.

These constant sentiments of inferiority took their toll on you, making you fear being compared to him above anything else. It was childish, but you couldn’t stand to be reminded of feeling completely and utterly incompetent next to him. Whenever you performed, you were grateful for the large amount of other dancers occupying the stage, leaving little opportunity for the two of you to be noticed in conjunction with one another.

Now that it’s going to be just the two of you under the bright beams of light cascading down from the rafters, dancing in close proximity, this worry is at the forefront of your mind.

You would do anything to be able to go back to your first year at the studio, when you were young enough to recognize that his skills seemed to outweigh yours, but as a carefree child you remained largely unbothered by this fact. As you got older, it was like a switch inside of you flipped and made you extra aware of each and every thing that you did. Perhaps it was the heightened self-consciousness that puberty brought combined with the already stressful lifestyle of a dancer, but something changed one day, and it was all you could think about when you saw him.

Your internal doubts always translated into being eerily quiet during practice, asking a question to clarify the movements only when it was absolutely necessary. Even your teacher noticed a shift in how you danced. Your gestures and steps lacked their usual precision, and all the confidence you had built up for so long vanished into thin air.

Not sure how to interpret your sudden silence, Haechan took it upon himself to get a word out of you in whatever way that he could, with comments and jokes and even the occasional compliment on your technique. It hardly helped, though. In fact, your constant failure to respond to his attempts created a sort of resentment in him as well, one not generated by envy or insecurity, but simply by confusion and frustration.

During practice one afternoon, you had become so fed up with him trying to talk to you that you lashed out, pushing him away with surprising strength. “Just leave me alone!” You had shouted at Haechan, but you instantly regretted it when you saw the way his eyes welled up with shiny tears, full of hurt after his genuinely good intentions had been totally rejected by their unwilling recipient. Your guilt, however, failed to overpower your stubbornness.

This sent Haechan into his own spiral of the silent treatment before he started to channel his feelings into a similar bitterness. From that day forth, you each became the other’s arch-enemy, challenging one another in any way that you possibly could inside the studio and on the stage. Your instructor, choreographers, and fellow students quickly became tired of the implicit competition that always existed between you, but what on earth could they do to stop it?

At the present moment, they’re contemplating this exact idea, along with just why your teacher thought pairing you with each other would be a good idea. She had done it with the intention of putting a long overdue partnership into action and hopefully eliminating your immature rivalry. Selfishly, she’s also very eager to see how your mutual contempt translates into movement, inwardly predicting that the tension levels will be off the charts.

Not long after, you’re dismissed from practice for the day, but not without a warning look from Haechan. Against your better judgment, you join him by the doorway once everyone else has filed out of the studio.

He clearly called you over for a reason, but you cut him off without even waiting for him to speak.

“I can’t believe I got stuck with you, of all people, as a dance partner.”

Oh, so this is how you’re acting? Two can play at that game.

“What?” He snickers, “Scared I’ll steal the spotlight?”

“In your dreams, Lee,” you scoff, already tired of his taunting attitude.

“Anyway,” his voice is stern before doing a complete 180, now a bit more gentle, “If we’re going to be dancing together for the next few weeks, we might as well be on speaking terms, don’t you think?” The expression Haechan wears on his face is the softest you’ve seen it in a long time, which is definitely saying something.

“I suppose.” Answer short and tone abrasive, you huff a lousy excuse for a goodbye before marching out and into the hallway, but he’s faster than you. You spin around to shrug off his hand from your shoulder, and it gives him the chance to tell you one last thing.

“Look, if you’re going to be like that, it’s not going to make working together any easier. We’re not little kids anymore. You can go back to hating me once this is all over, but can we at least try to put our differences aside and just cooperate for once?”

You nearly split your lip as you bite down on it, holding back a burst of aggravation at the situation you’ve been put in. “Fine.”

You have no idea how you’re going to get through all the practices and all the shows while simultaneously dealing with the boy, but one thing’s for sure: you’re going to prove that you are just as skilled, and just as talented a dancer as he is.

The next time you see him is two days later, at your first rehearsal for this dance. Your studio has always had a Halloween-themed showcase, but it wasn’t until this year that you were old enough to finally be cast in a more exclusive number. The fact that you’re no longer a part of the large group routine, always performed to the same upbeat tune and with the same easy steps, is one of the few silver linings that your duet with Haechan presents.

Faces lined with fatigue and eyes still heavy with sleep, you both arrive at the studio in the morning, duffel bags in hand, the comfy slides on your feet dragging across the hallway carpet with every step. Loud music blares from inside the room, brightly lit despite the early hour. Beside you, Haechan instantly recognizes the tune to be Michael Jackson’s Thriller, and perks up a little at the sound. Too tired to poke fun at his near obsession with the singer, you let his little celebration of the choreographer’s song choice slide.

It’s not your usual instructor that’s going to be teaching you the movements to go along with the piece, which means you have the added challenge of adapting to a different set of preferences, expectations, and choreographing style.

It’s certainly a dance that’s unlike any you’ve ever learned before.

The rehearsal starts off well, and both of you quickly catch on to the basic steps that are somewhat like those of a waltz, except they have a more sinister feel to them in order to match the spooky time of year. Facing each other but standing on opposite sides of the room, you step forward, to the side, to the back and then to the side again. On each accented beat you throw your heads back sharply, mimicking the way the neck of an inhuman creature might snap under any sort of force.

In the next section of choreography, your gazes are supposed to meet once you tilt your heads downward, slowly this time, but it’s difficult to maintain eye contact with Haechan for more than a few seconds. Maybe it’s the way he doesn’t even hesitate to stalk towards you in this part of the dance, which calls for you to circle each other like a hungry predator and its timid prey. Maybe it’s the animalistic glint in his irises that throws off your balance and makes you stumble when you see it. Or maybe it’s the fact that your rivalry with him has been entirely disregarded at the moment, brain focused solely on absorbing all of the new information and ingraining the movements into your muscle memory, nothing else.

What frightens you even more than the things that go bump in the night is that all those years you spent... well, not hating, but strongly disliking him could go to waste. It usually takes a lot of time for you to get over things like this, and in a way, you feel like you would be disappointing yourself if you let all of the agonizing feelings of self-doubt go, just like that.

These thoughts swirl around in your mind as you listen to the choreographer’s next words.

“Okay, put your hand here.”

“Like this?”

“Yes, now you’re going to drag it across him, from there to there,” she directs you with a finger, “And then he’s going to pick you up in a scissor lift.”

You’ve never done one of those before, but with some helpful guidance, you begin to have a small bit of faith in yourself that you’re capable of pulling it off. The music starts and you go from the top all the way to the part you were just taught, taking a deep breath in preparation for what’s about to happen.

Just like you had been instructed moments ago, you step very close to Haechan, right behind him, actually, and place one hand on his shoulder as you trail the other across the front of his chest, fingernails scratching the skin underneath through the flimsy t-shirt he’s wearing. You step around to stand in front of him and continue the motion, peering at him with a hesitance that melts away and into an assertive gaze once you see the apprehension in his own eyes. His skin crawls a little, not out of fear but an odd satisfaction and excitement at the feeling of you so near and the sight of your eyes bright with so much determination and dominance, lingering touch tracing the base of his neck and stimulating his nerves from head to toe.

You yelp slightly at what he does next even though you knew it was coming, your self-assured exterior evaporating only moments after it appeared. Haechan turns around and sweeps you off of your feet to hold you in his arms. In the blink of an eye, he helps you hook one of your knees behind his head as he tosses you into the air with seemingly no effort whatsoever, flipping you around to face the other way and catching you immediately after. The complicated lift makes your heart leap to the front of your throat with exhilaration, and you mentally applaud yourself for succeeding on the first try.

Haechan finds it odd that you were so willing to do this lift in the first place, since trust is a key component of partner work in dance. He can’t explain it, and neither can you, quite honestly. A small part of him, however, is glad you didn’t object to the prospect of him being directly responsible for your safety for even the most instantaneous of moments.

“Alright, so for this next part, I’m sure you’re aware of that fact that Michael Jackson was famous for his pelvic—”

Okay, that’s enough, you’ve heard enough. Tuning out the conversation and whirling around to face away from the floor-to-ceiling mirror, you twiddle your thumbs while the choreographer teaches Haechan one of the iconic dance steps in Thriller, and your evident shyness at her unabashed explanation makes him smirk. Thankfully, she has a different set of movements prepared for you.

Since when are you ever shy around him, though?

You still can’t bring yourself to watch your reflections in the glass when you practice the new part together, since he gets so into the provocative motions. His eyes seem to taunt you with the smugness they hold, and you hate the way he’s testing you. You can’t stand it, you can’t stand him, you can’t stand those eyes for all the times they send a shiver down your spine, for all the times they come alive with a beast-like glow. Those eyes can go from soft and sympathetic at times, although the moments are rare, to something else entirely. His mocking stares make your stomach turn, reminding you of why you’ve felt this way about him for so long.

But you’re scared that a new and different feeling is developing inside of you, one that’s telling you he’s not so bad, that you should give him a chance. Haechan has noticed a similar one within himself, and he begins to regret the way he immaturely perpetuated your own resentment for so long.

Even if you do end up making amends eventually, he’s not sure he’ll be willing to abandon all of the playful glances and teasing remarks with flirtatious undertones he sends your way. Do you even notice these things? If your periodic blushing is any indication, then the answer is most definitely yes.

You spend another couple of hours under the choreographer’s direction, stopping only when you had been taught each and every step from the piece’s beginning until the end. Though a Halloween-inspired performance, there’s a surprisingly large amount of eerily romantic undertones within it. You don’t have enough fingers to count the number of times you ultimately caress some part of the other’s body in a forbidding manner, with locked eyes and threatening, fiery glares.

The two of you also have a second but more simple lift, in which you jump and Haechan catches you by the legs to pull your torso against his, while you cling to him tightly like a koala. He supports your weight fully, and never once does the possibility of falling cross your mind. It’s strange how your body is so trusting of him, much more so than your mind.

Towards the end of the song, the lyrics mention something about cuddling close together, the timing of your movements intentionally mirroring the words. Haechan walks in a circle, still carrying you in his arms, and unlike when you’re standing on your own two feet, he actually has to look up slightly to meet your gaze with his own. Something doesn’t feel quite right, though, both of you sensing that you should be putting more effort into the eye contact between you right now.

“No, no, no! Stop for a second.” Your choreographer looks frustrated.

“You have to look at each other like you really mean it,” she corrects. “Just imagine that you’re two lovers on Halloween night, clinging to each other for dear life as you’re being surrounded by every kind of monster imaginable.” Even Haechan flushes a deep red at the descriptive picture she paints in your minds, hoping to inspire you. “Try again, please.”

Putting every necessary emotion into your expressions, you both stare each other down as he lifts you up again, this time with a never-before-seen passion burning in your eyes that could only be described as crazed, lustful desire.

Haechan has always admired your skills, although internally these days, ever since he met you, especially your ability to easily adapt to the message or tone of a piece. Happiness, sadness, anger, whatever your instructor asked of you, you could embody the exact feeling on your face, not to mention in the way that you moved to the beat. Out of all of the scenarios your choreographer could have illustrated, this one is something he never would have expected you to be so ready for. He’s taken aback by how smoothly your facial expression transitions from sheepish to seductive in no time flat.

You wish you could say that you’re not flustered by how well he matches the look in your eyes with his own tantalizing gaze, but alas, that’s not the case.

It’s undoubtedly a dance with a more mature theme than either of you are used to, but you’re both such naturals at it that she compliments you once Haechan sets you back on the ground.

“That’s exactly what I want to see! Keep it up, you two. Are you sure you’ve never been in a piece with any sexual tension before?”

You’re glad you hadn’t quite taken a sip from your water bottle yet, because you definitely would’ve spit it out from pure shock and embarrassment at the bluntness of her remark. Haechan was not so lucky.

The two of you run through the dance almost endlessly, and by the end of your rehearsal your legs are threatening to give out at any moment. “Last time,” she alerts you, “And then you’re done for the day.”

A chorus of some minor corrections but mostly proud affirmations meets your ears as you practice the piece for the final time. “Other foot, Haechan... Strong arms! Good... And lift! That’s it...”

About to collapse from exhaustion and grimacing at the disgusting feeling of sweat on every inch of your skin, both of you thank the choreographer once she dismisses you.

“You two did a great job today, now go home and rest. You worked hard.”

Fishing your car keys out of your bag, you hear her packing up her things inside the studio before she exits the room and strides into the hallway, flipping the light switch and shutting the door behind her. “I’m going to recommend to your teacher that she should partner you up more often. I was really surprised by how well you collaborated.” She chuckles a little, “And to think she told me that you might not get along.”

Exchanging questioning looks, you both nod and smile at her before she makes her way down the hallway, leaving the building through the staff door.

“What was that all about?”

“No idea,” you reply to Haechan with nervousness in your voice, not sure if this is the right time to apologize for several years’ worth of constantly being at each other’s throats.

The moment passes before you can make a decision, and Haechan bids you farewell with a “See you around” over his shoulder. You can’t get the choreographer’s comment out of your mind as you drive home.

But she’s right: your chemistry with each other is unbelievable. Each time you practice this dance in front of them, the rest of your friends stand wide-eyed and open-mouthed at how you move in perfect unison, leaping and turning and touching at all the right moments. Your instructor is sure her jaw is on the floor. Sure, she was expecting something powerful, something fierce, but nothing like this.

The weeks leading up to the Halloween showcase are hectic, as they always are, filled with the rush of adrenaline and last-minute preparations being made, ensuring that everything would be ready for those long nights spent on waiting behind the curtains, moving amidst the stage fog, and dancing below the bright spotlights.

You think you’ve spoken to Haechan more in the past 4 days than you have in the past 4 years. He doesn’t know if it’s just his imagination, but it seems like you’ve gotten more comfortable performing with him as time has gone by. Maybe he should be paying more attention to the steps instead of the way you lean further into him as he clutches your form in his strong arms, torsos pressing into one another and the crevices of your bodies aligning with ease. Maybe he shouldn’t get distracted by the closeness of your lips to his forehead, by the distance that always seems to decrease each time you run through the dance. One day he’s sure he’ll feel their delicate curve against his skin, or maybe they’ll slip down a little to be more level with his. Either way, Haechan isn’t complaining.

The rehearsals that spill over from their scheduled time slots into the late hours of the night leave everyone in the show drowsy after the intense quantities of repeated exertion, running piece after piece over and over again until just standing up is a feat within itself.

And then, all of a sudden, it’s the day of the first show. Costumes have been tailored, makeup has been applied and hair has been done up with an ungodly amount of products and pins.

It can’t be much longer until it’s your turn to perform, so you’re not sure why you find yourself grabbing Haechan by the sleeve of his intentionally tattered shirt, meant to look like that of a zombie, and pulling him into a dark, secluded corner of the backstage area.

“We’re on in 5, what are y—”

“Can I apologize?”

He blinks a few times, processing the word he never thought he would hear leave your lips.

“For... huh?”

“Everything.” You’re thankful that the lighting is minimal back here, concealing the glistening water drops that are beginning to gather at the rims of your eyes.

Voice nearly breaking, you can’t articulate why it feels like the right time to say all of this. But here you are.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry for so many years of unexplained anger and outbursts towards you, I’m sorry that I’ve been acting so immature even after all this time. I’m sorry for blaming you and making excuses to justify my actions and my feelings, I—”

You have more that you want to say but the words are no longer coming out, and maybe it’s because your throat feels like it’s burning from all of the emotion it just conveyed in the span of just a few seconds. Maybe it’s because you’ve somehow lost your voice even though you hadn’t been speaking above a whisper. But the most probable cause of them all, is this: maybe it’s because you’ve been rendered speechless by Haechan’s own apology that he delivers by messily crashing his mouth into yours, any further thoughts melting away against his soft lips.

For once, you don’t mind being cut off by him if it’s like this.

His heart begins to sink when you pull away after only a few seconds, but a small smile graces his features once again as you lean in so that your lips hover next to his ear.

“You better not mess up my makeup, Lee Haechan.”

“Donghyuck, actually.”

“What?” Quizzically, you arch an eyebrow.

“My name. My real name.”

“So why do y—”

“Shh, no time. Kiss now, talk later.”

You can’t argue with that. Not when he’s beholding you with a long-awaited forgiveness and a fondness long-concealed in his eyes. Not when the thrill of a time limit has your brains going a mile a minute, an electric buzz erupting over the expanse of your skin his hands are grasping.

You kiss him like it’s the only thing in the whole world that you know how to do. The setting is far from picturesque, with the tangled technical wires littering the floor at your feet and leftover stage equipment haphazardly leaning against the wall, but neither of you really care. Taking care not to snag the fabric of your costume, his fingers find purchase on your waist and his lips on the dip of your collarbone. At first they dotingly imprint fleeting pecks onto the rise and fall of the skin there, but when their pressure and his haste starts to escalate, you know you have to stop him before he starts something you can’t finish.

“Hyuck!” The abbreviation of his name makes his head snap up, bewildered but pleased.

“You can’t leave marks, I told you...” you trail off. “Hey, why are you smiling like that?”

“Please never call me anything else, ever.”

Donghyuck brings you in for one more kiss, well aware that a stagehand could turn the corner at any given moment. Drinking you in, he captures your lips between his, letting your body press his back into the wall behind him, and a few sharp inhales later, you break apart.

You fix his hair while he adjusts your clothes, and you’re just in time because a technician spots you and urgently gestures towards the stage. “You’re up!”

Positioning yourselves on opposite sides of the large performance space, the lights go down and you hear the rush of air from the heavy curtain opening as it glides past you. The thick artificial smoke partially obscures his form, but you can see his eyes clearly, nearly glowing in the darkness.

As the music starts, slow and quiet at first, you step to the rhythm just like you practiced. When a loud, electronic chord blares, you both pick up speed, launching into that waltz step you first learned many weeks earlier. For the first time ever, you’re able to look into his eyes.

Anyone could see that your movements complement each other effortlessly, but only your teacher picks up on the shift in mood after the countless times she’s seen you perform in the studio. Only she notices the shift in both of your gazes. You look... happy. Focused. Confident.

Donghyuck was able to bring you out of the shell you retreated into so long ago. You don’t feel subordinate as you’re dancing next to him, or being held in his arms. You move as equals, two parts of a whole.

When he picks you up, you can’t help but allow a small smile to stretch your lips. Donghyuck tries to remind you that you’re supposed to have lustful looks in your eyes by narrowing his own at you, but it’s no use. Your slight grin is contagious, and it ends up taking over his face as well.

You finish the piece smoothly, ending in a pose with your backs pressed together and hands clasped. Applause erupts from the audience, and a few cheers come from the rest of the performers waiting in the wings, shielded from the view of the crowd sitting in the seats below.

Needless to say, as you pass other dancers in the halls and receive countless congratulations and compliments, all you can think about is having Donghyuck’s lips on your skin again.

One long heart-to-heart and dozens, no, hundreds of kisses later, all is right with your world. It’s foreign territory to you both, not wanting to pounce on each other at every waking moment. But it’s something you’ll explore together, figuring out how to make up for lost time and just how to go about this newly-repaired relationship.

Exiting the empty dressing room, you take his hand in your own and head backstage once again to watch the rest of the showcase from the side, with your head leaning on his shoulder and his arm pulling you close.

At the party held for all the members of the show’s cast that night, it’s far too loud for your liking, and there’s no room to properly dance with Donghyuck. Despite you all being professional dancers-in-training, everyone else seems to have reverted to the mindset of your average high school student, thinking that jumping up and down repeatedly qualifies as dancing. You disagree, but whatever. It’s not important.

What is important, however, is the fact that the two of you would much rather escape the suffocating crowd of young adults. You would much rather slip out through the sliding glass door that leads to the house’s backyard, marveling at the fading sunset that melts into a deep blue night sky dotted with splashes of clustered lights. The stars are nature’s spotlights, shining down on you as Donghyuck takes you in his arms, one hand finding yours and the other resting on your side, somewhere between your hips and your waist.

Swaying in the silence with only the noises of the evening as your soundtrack, the boy that you would’ve sworn was the devil incarnate a month ago looks so angelic, so lovable. You can’t believe this is what you’ve been missing out on.

“So, should we start over?”

“Definitely.”

There’s no one else in this world you’d rather dance the night away with.

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nightly shared cigarettes ~ ron speirs (band of brothers)

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request: Hello, I’m not sure if you’re up to another Speirs request👀 could you write something of him and the girl that the company has rescued from the german on their way or mission, this is just a loosely prompt that I have in mind haha😉 thank you in advance

pairing: ron speirs x SOE agent female reader

summary: when on patrol in haguenau, soldiers of easy co. find a captured british agent. until further notice she has to stay with them and in the meantime she grows closer with one of the lieutenants, someone who's fully inpressed by how badass she is.

words: 4.9K

a/n: thank you for the request, lovely anon. i'm always up to write anything with our sweet little grumpy kleptomaniac !! i hope you enjoy how i interpreted your request xx

also i just wanna note here how much i honestly respect the SOE agents (special operations executive), i did research on this and i'm- wow.

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When Webster's eyes fall on the young woman crouching in the corner of the room they've just bursted in, for a moment all he feels is confusion as it fills his mind. He comes to an immediate halt, Martin almost colliding with his back. Soon both their slightly widened eyes move around her - taking in the stains of blood and dirt all around her ripped clothes, the bruises colouring her skin, the disheveled (y/h/c) hair that was probably once in a braid but now is falling in her face, the exhaustion written on her features even as she eyes the newly arrived group of men with careful interest.

Before anyone can say or do anything, she opens her lips and in the loud noise, in a quite rusty voice announces a short sentence. "I'm British."

The paratroopers of Easy share a glance, feeling even more confused than before. Nobody have told them about any British woman being in that building, not even in the whole town of Haguenau. Nevertheless, knowing that they have to hurry, Martin orders his men to get her too, bring her back along with the Germans. McClung leans down to grab her and lifts her up in his arms much easier than he's thought - she's unbelievably weightless, at least compared to the heavy equipment he had to carry around in the past month, or to the weight of his comrades when he had to drag one of them who got wounded out of the firing line.

When they get back to the other side of the river and inside the basement, he places the girl on the ground next to the two German soldiers and then the company seems to forget about her as Jackson's suffering keeps everyone's thoughts busy. Only after the heartbreakingly young boy passes away under the helplessly watching eyes of his comrades is when Jones has the chance to actually get a look at their captured foes - surprised to find a woman sitting there as it's been too dark outside and they've been in too much of a stressful hurry for him to cast even a short glance at the captured three.

He immediately calls Martin over to ask him about it, and after learning all the news the staff sergeant can offer, he sends the closest soldier available to get one of the Captains before squatting down in front of her.

"So you say you're British?"

(y/n) slowly raises her glance at the young man before moving her head in a small, weak nod. "Agent," she mumbles the word almost inaudibly before pausing for a couple long seconds, then adds one more thing. "SOE." And then her eyelids start closing. She's too tired to stay awake. Sleep is a too tempting idea for her to fight it in such a state. Jones calls for Roe, afraid that she might die right there before him - before they get to know any reportable information about her -, but the arriving medic reassures him that she's just on the way to fall asleep.

Speirs comes rushing in soon, casting a swift glance at the broken-looking group of boys as he moves to the back, only coming to a stop when he's directly next to Doc and Jones. They tell him all the - very little - news they're able to and he orders Webster to bring her to the company CP, saying that they'll keep her under watch and that when she eventually wakes up, someone's gonna interrogate her.

As Web's carefully moving with her in his arms to the other building, his ears catch an almost inaudible mutter coming from the girl and he instinctively leans in closer to be able to hear something maybe useful.

"Ich weiß nichts davon- (I don't know anything about it)" her voice cracks and her arm that's not pressed into the man's body jerks violently as she's fighting the obvious nightmare, her head whipping around. "Ich heiße Lotte! (My name's Lotte)"

Webster doesn't know what to do as she shakes unstoppably - should he wake her or not? With his grip tightening around her body to keep her from falling, he tries mumbling a few reassuring words close to her ear in hopes that it would help - and it seemingly does as her twitching around kinda lightens. Arriving to the CP, he lays her on the now free couch - with Lipton finally agreeing with Speirs' words to go to the back and rest in a real bed -, and after moving the blanket gently on her, Web moves back to the other side of the room to sit down there, keeping an eye on her as he was told.

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The next morning (y/n) wakes up to the voices of several men quietly speaking around her, and for a few seconds the same edginess fills her body as the one she's been almost constantly feeling in the past weeks, but then her mind finally catches up with her ear and processes the words that are spoken in English - not the German she's used to.

She slowly opens her eyes, squinting at the sudden light even in the dim room and trying to remember where she is and how she got there. Just as faint memories of a grenade explosion, shouting American soldiers and being carried in the arms of someone with gunshots slamming into the ground all around enter her mind, one of the men notices her wakefulness and signals to the others to let them know as well.

(y/n) watches one of them rush out of the room while the rest of the group stays where they've been, on the other side of the room, in a loose circle. With her hands finding support on the sofa next to her body, she pushes herself up into a sitting position, her eyes never leaving the men in case they reacted to her movements. But they don't, all of them stay as still as statues right until someone enters through the doorway - and with a glance his way, she can wordlessly confirm to herself it's not the same one that has just left. The men seem to stiffen and stand straighter before the newly arrived one signals them away and except for one of them they tardily leave the room.

The officer - that one's obvious after a second glance at his uniform and seeing the way he communicates with the others - pulls a chair to the middle of the room and sits down on it facing her, while the other - who's face she finds faintly familiar but has no idea as to where from - stays in the back, leaning against the wall.

"I'm Captain Speirs," the officer says and her eyes focus back on him. "101st Airborne Division of the US Army."

He waits for her to answer, but she stays silent, waiting to hear what else he has to say - but it's hard to start this kind of interrogation for him, not knowing what to do with the woman claiming to be British who was captured by the Germans.

"Your name's Lotte?" First it seems like a statement, but the end of the sentence comes out more like a question and (y/n) raises an eyebrow in surprised confusion. How does he know about that?

"Lotte?" She asks back.

Speirs glances back towards Webster for a moment who simply shrugs, then turns his hazel eyes back to her. "You said that yourself in your sleep."

Ah, damn. This will get her in serious trouble one day - speaking in her sleep, chattering around.

"That's my code name," she nods, only hoping that she won't reveal too much with this information. "As an agent."

"Who do you work for?"

"That I can't tell you, I'm sorry."

Ron raises an eyebrow as a response and (y/n) lets out a sigh. "Look, I really can't say more, the most I can is that I work for the United Kingdom. For the Allies."

"You're British?"

"I am. Born in England."

Ron watches her tilt her head to the side as she speaks the sentence with a curious glint in her eyes. All thoughts that it might be a trap start to fade away the more he hears her obvious accent - that can't be learned if she was actually a German and only pretending to be English. Still, all the secrecy surrounding her, keeping her in a metaphorical fog from his eyes doesn't let the slight doubt disappear as well. When he doesn't say a word for more than a minute, another sigh escapes her lungs and she turns in her seat so her feet hangs off from the side of the couch and her upper body is supporting itself against the back-rest.

"My name's (y/n) (y/l/n), I volunteered to join the organisation in 1943 and had jumped into Germany in March 1944. Got captured by a group of German soldiers this January."

"What were you doing here?"

She turns her eyes to the ground, two parts of her mind fighting each other. One says she should answer honestly - these are American soldiers, allies, for Christ's sake, and she's already said a lot of things - and one says she should divert the question because what she's doing is a secret, one that she's swore to keep even if it cost her her life. Barely any people outside the organisation know about its existence.

"Well, since you won't answer, I'm gonna have to guess. Since you're a secret agent who's working for the British government, I'd say you were doing espionage and sabotage actions."

Oh my, she's said too much, everything about her has become obvious... She must be more exhausted than she thought.

Speirs stands up, and raising a hand pushes his fingers in his hair, deep in his thoughts. Though before anyone could say or do anything else, Babe Heffron enters the room and tells his superior how Captain Winters has asked to speak with him. Ron signals at Webster to stay where he is and walks out through the doorway.

"The Germans talked," Nixon announces as soon as Speirs enters Winters' make-shift office in another part of the same building. "They say the girl's a British spy."

"She won't say much, but that's what I figured as well," Ron nods.

"We're trying to get in contact with her superior, whoever it might be," Winters joins the conversation as he's systemizing the papers on the desk with his just finished reports.

"She's a part of a secret organisation, sir, so it won't be easy, I guess."

"Maybe we should let her use our radio to do it herself," Nix suggests with a shrug.

And that's how a couple hours later - during which Doc Roe finally got a chance to attend to her bruises and wounds, and dictate some hot food into her - she finds herself sitting in a different room, feeling much better already as her fingers carefully try to get connection with the HQ of the Special Operations Executive under the watchful eyes of a few American soldiers.

In the end (y/n)'s ordered to stay with the company that has found her until she got better, wounds healed and strength back to normal before getting further orders. They have to check first anyway if it's safe enough for her to go back to her previous position or if the Germans know too much about her already.

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The next day Easy's pulled back to Mourmelon and she travels in the jeep with the captains - Winters, Nixon and Speirs. Since they've already heard the full conversation she had with HQ and so they know about the SOE, she's more willing to answer their questions about what she was doing in Germany, how she got there, what training she got beforehand, et cetera.

The more he learns about the young woman, the more amused Ron feels. He can't shake the thought that he's never met a more badass woman than the girl sitting next to him. All his life, when he thought about the female part of the population, he knew that if he ever got himself a girl, it should be someone strong, daring and fearless. And it wasn't easy to find someone like that - until suddenly this British spy appeared in his life.

After arriving, the soldiers get a proper meal first, then everyone's dismissed to rest anyhow they choose to. (y/n) goes back to the room they've assigned for her, still feeling the past weeks' exhaustion creeping up on her and after changing into the American uniform Captain Winters got for her - so she doesn't have to walk around in her torn, dirty clothes anymore - she falls asleep on the inviting, soft mattress. When she wakes up drenched in sweat and panting hard, it's sometime in the middle of the night already, everything's quiet around her and only the light of the moon comes in from the darkness through the window.

She stands up, stretching her muscles and trying to calm her shaking body before slipping on her boots again and putting on the probably unused - almost still crispy - jacket before silently moving out of the room. The cold, February night air fills her lungs and cools her warm and sweaty skin under a short second immediately after she exits the building. Slowly starting to walk next to the wall, she lets herself drown in her thoughts again.

"You runnin' away?" A voice asks from the dark after she mindlessly turns in a corner, making her jump and press her palms against her chest, her eyes wide and heartbeat going so fast as if she's just run a marathon.

As she tries to catch her breath, her glance lands on a burning end of a cigarette and moving a bit further up, she meets Ron Speirs' lightly amused, sparkling eyes.

"You scared the shit out of me," she admits, still panting. He says nothing, just continues watching her - a half minute later she gives in, rolling her eyes and answering his previous question. "I'm not running away, just wanted to get some fresh air. What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?"

"Can't sleep," he shrugs.

"Nightmares?" (y/n) turns around to lean with her back against the wall right next to him.

"Maybe."

Glancing curiously at him, she waits for a while for him to say something else, but eventually figures that it's all she's gonna get from the man - he's seemingly not one to speak a lot and admit his true thoughts and emotions.

"You're not the only one," she mumbles, turning her gaze down to the ground under her feet as she mindlessly kicks away at random rocks scattered around.

He still doesn't say a word, and (y/n) starts to feel like she's annoying him, that her company is unwanted here but just as she places her palms flat against the wall to push herself away from it, a hand holding a pack of cigarettes appears in front of her eyes. With a swift, hesitant glance towards the man she slowly reaches up to take one and as she places it in-between her lips, Speirs raises his other hand, lighting the smoke for her.

At the sudden flash of light, he gets a better look at her, and his eyes swiftly move up and down her body, taking in the nearly literally breathtaking sight of the girl wearing a uniform, one that's almost like his. Even as the flame dies out from the lighter, the image is right there in front of his eyes - as if it's painted on the insides of his eyelids.

They smoke in silence for a while, both deep in their thoughts - his mainly consisting of how most men find women in fancy dresses and skirts, wearing high heels and make-up the most beautiful sight on Earth, and how seemingly he's just the opposite of that. A woman in uniform, not dolled up at all, radiating such strength and courageous confidence from her whole body that it feels like it's gonna consume him - that's what makes his mind spin and maybe even his heart skip a beat.

"Where are you from?" (y/n) asks a few minutes later, exhaling the smoke from her lungs.

"Brighton, Massachusetts," comes his answer right away. "But I was born in Edinburgh."

"You were?" She asks back in surprise.

Ron nods, taking another drag of his cigarette. "My family moved to the US when I was four."

The girl hums, falling silent for a few seconds as she contemplates his words. "Is it nice? In Brighton," she adds to clarify any uncertainty about her question.

He takes a breath, thinking over his answer before actually opening his lips and speaking up. It becomes the longest sentence (y/n) has heard from him - and it feels like she's finally able to see a little more through the wall around his heart and soul. By the time they finish their second cigarette, she knows about how he got to the 101st, what training they partook back in the States, and where they've been around Europe, what they've done before getting to Haguenau and - unintentionally - rescuing her.

And even though she feels like she'd gladly listen to him talk for hours, days, if she had a chance, a yawn takes over her features and she feels a sudden surge of sleepiness move through her bones and veins.

"I'm sorry, Captain, but I think it's time for me to call it a night. Maybe you should try to get some sleep as well, you deserve to rest properly," she flashes a small smile his way that warms his chest even in the cold winter air.

Stomping out her cigarette on the ground, she raises her eyes once more - only to find him already watching her. "Good night," she nods with the warm look in her glance still apparent, then turns around and makes her way back to her room.

Speirs is left alone with the goosebumps on his skin - ones caused by the way she said his rank - and he stays there for a couple more minutes, thinking about their conversation, about the girl. Then he moves back to his room as well, following her advice - and eventually getting the best sleep he's had in a long, long time. No nightmares, no waking up after seeing his men die over and over again, no trouble falling back asleep with stains of blood and dead bodies appearing in front of his inner eyes. He just sleeps. Peaceful, as he did as a child, with the only dream that appears being one about a woman. Her.

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The next night when (y/n) wakes up from her sleep, she almost instinctively puts the rest of her uniform back on, not thinking just walking towards the same place she found the young man the previous night. She doesn't even know why, but disappointment sweeps in her body when her eyes take in nothing but his absence. Nobody's there, just her.

"Want a smoke?" The familiar voice of Speirs enters her ears only a few seconds later, making her jump yet again.

A chuckle leaves his lips as he watches her spin around, panting just as much as she did the last night. "Would you stop scaring me every goddamn time? You're gonna be the death of me," (y/n) scolds him with a frown playing on her eyebrows, but he can see the playful glint in her eyes that lets him know that she doesn't mind it that much - that she's just glad to see him again.

"Sorry," he says with his lips curving into a smirk that says the complete opposite. As a peace offering he holds his pack of cigarettes out for her, similarly to the first time just about 24 hours ago, and then lighting it for her.

Conversation starts easier this time, even Ron's more willing to speak his mind, sharing his thoughts, asking questions. Time seems to fly as in no more than a blink of an eye (y/n)'s already stomping out her third cigarette. He hesitantly offers her one more, trying to convince the small voice inside his head that he's not doing it to keep her around for some more time. She shakes her head, but doesn't make a move to leave, just keeps on leaning against the cold wall, opening her lips to ask him yet another question.

Only a little while later, when a shiver moves up her body, leaving her shaking and teeth clinking, is when they suddenly realise how cold it actually is to just motionlessly stand outside, and this time Speirs is the one to offer to call it a night.

From that night, it becomes an everyday thing - or more like everynight in their case - for the two of them, no matter how tired they might be the next day when they talked throughout almost the whole night - until the sky started lightening, signalling the closeness of dawn. They stand there, in each other's company, smoking and sharing stories about their lives, getting to know the other more and more.

It becomes the part of his days Ron looks forward the most - sometimes he doesn't even try to get some sleep, just sits on his bed thinking until their unspoken time of meeting comes. She's always joking around, leaving sarcastic comments whenever she has a chance - leaving him amused by how optimistic she can be from time to time even in such terrible times, after all the things she's gone through.

Her quietly ringing giggle and her full-on, bubbling laughter soon become his favourite sounds he's ever heard in his life and he finds himself trying to make jokes himself, coming up with all kinds of funny stories he can just to be the reason she lets out those angelic sounds.

During the days, (y/n) spends her time with Easy company, joining them in whatever it is they're doing, making friends with the men - just enjoying themselves. One time she's just moving between buildings with Joe Liebgott, Babe Heffron and Chuck Grant when Speirs comes walking from the opposite direction, with about four or five packs of cigarettes in his hands.

"Will you leave some for me too, Captain?" (y/n) calls out to him with a mischievous grin and Ron has to bite back the smirk that's threatening to appear on his lips - both from the playfulness of her sentence and the fact that she called him that again.

The three soldiers next to her turn to look at (y/n) as if she's gone crazy, but then they only get even more shocked when their superior answers - especially when hearing and seeing the unusual merriness radiating from him.

"Sure thing, miss."

The girl bites her bottom lip to keep in the giggle, not turning her eyes from his until they pass each other, her cheeks turning slightly pink in the process.

"What the hell was that?" Liebgott inquires with a frown.

"I asked for some cigarettes," she shrugs nonchalantly.

In the next half an hour, the three paratroopers take it upon themselves to fill her in with all the rumours going around the men about the company commander.

That night when she arrives to their usual spot, he's already there. As soon as her eyes fall on him, her lips curve into a suggestive smirk. "It seems like I'm not the only one you like scaring the hell out of," she announces, drawing his attention to her.

Ron raises an eyebrow in question, and she explains in a couple words what she's heard from her friends in Easy that afternoon. He can't help but grin as his shoulders move in a shrug as the routine-like action of him offering a smoke and lighting it for her takes place - it's become such a habit that they don't need any words or thoughts to do it, their hands moving in instinct.

"If only they knew how not scary you are when someone takes the time to get to know you," she sighs.

"Someone as in you?" The corners of Speirs' lips turn upwards into a sly smirk. "You're trying to get to know me?"

"Hey, I didn't spend the past many nights suffering to get information out of you for no reason," she jokes, a small giggle leaving her lips.

"If it's so bad you describe it as suffering, why do you come back out here every night?"

(y/n)'s cheeks burn and she blesses the darkness for hiding it as he now openly teases her. "I guess I like the company too much to give it up," she speaks quietly.

Ron's heart feels like bursting with happiness to hear that sentence - something he never thought possible before.

"Anyway, I might enjoy them being scared of me," he shrugs again, seamlessly diverting the subject as he doesn't know what to say to her confession - he can't just say that he feels the same way, now can he? Even if he does.

The girl raises an eyebrow with an amused sparkle in her eyes, forgetting about the seriousness of the previous moment herself, more than willing to let him change the subject in her slight embarrassment.

"You do?"

Seeing his nonchalant nod she can't help but laugh loudly and sharply and his free hand swiftly comes up to cover her lips and muffle the sound before someone in the surrounding buildings wakes up. For a couple seconds they stay like this, until (y/n)'s laughter dies off, first into small giggles, then into a content silence. Even then, his fingers don't leave her skin, and the more moments pass, the more aware she becomes of his touch.

It feels like her skin is tingling wherever she feels him gently pressing against and the remainder of her cigarette imperceptibly falls to the concrete that's beneath their feet. Ron can't help but wonder about how hers are the softest cheeks, the softest lips - the softest things his fingers have ever touched. (y/n) slowly, very slowly raises her eyes until the (y/e/c) orbs connect with his hazel ones and she gets lost in the intensity of his gaze.

Hesitantly he starts lowering his hand, letting it fall from her face, back to his side - but he doesn't move further, stays right there, close enough to hear and feel her small breaths as they move the air between them. Time seems to stop between them as they stand captured in each other's eyes.

"Ron," she whispers and his eyes flutter shut, heart skipping a beat. He doesn't even know how she knows his first name, but she has never said it before and now hearing it he can't help but want to hear it again and again and again. By the way his breath hitches, for a moment (y/n) fears she said something she shouldn't have, but then his eyes open again and she's taken aback by the emotions flowing in his sparkling orbs - so the fact she called him by his name was anything but bad.

Heartening up from his reaction she carefully reaches out with her fingers until they touch his, pausing for a moment to give him a chance to pull away. When he doesn't move a single muscle in his body, just keeps on watching her, she moves once more, snaking her hands in his and intertwining her fingers with his. For a second or two that seems like long hours for the two of them they stay like that, then out of nowhere Speirs lunges forward and hungrily presses his lips against hers.

She grips into his hands tighter before not much later they slip out of her hold, only to move up to cup her cheek and the back of her neck. He tilts her head further back to have a better angle - to be able to kiss her deeper, and she sighs into his mouth contently, her own arms moving up his back, clinging into his body.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

For the remainder of Easy's time in Mourmelon, off the line, the captain and the secret agent don't spend another night talking outside in the cold February night, smoking. Instead, they do the very same thing inside, in his room - lying in his bed, in each other's embrace, sharing passionate kisses every once in a while. Sometimes to kiss the pain of the past or the uncertainty of the future away, sometimes only because they can't help the overflowing emotions in their hearts and minds - the only thing that seems to matter anymore is to feel each other.

.::the end::.

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Okay so either a teacher AU, secret relationship AU, more actress Annabeth, or cheerleader Annabeth? I love all of your writing so really anything is amazing

Betting is not encouraged at Jupiter High but that doesn’t stop half the students from forming a pool.

“They hate each other,” Katie asserts, rolling her eyes at the Stolls’ nonsense.

“Or, and hear me out,” Travis holds up his hands, “they’re actually flirting with each other.”

“Who flirts by being mean? That’s ridiculous.”

Travis, looking taken aback by her outburst, rubs the back of his neck meekly. “Some people do…”

Katie rolls her eyes again and turns back to the math homework incidentally assigned by the subject of conversation.

Ms. Chase was one of the hardest teachers at the school, but damned if everyone that entered didn’t walk out with a comprehensive understanding of mathematics.

Silena Beauguard, a senior, who had hated every moment of the class the year before, now sang praises of Ms. Chase and just how easy Calc was now. The girl had even decided to get a math minor.

Katie’s not quite at that level yet, but there’s no time to dwell on it as the bell rings.  

“I’m telling ya, you should get in on this,” Connor says. “Will bet twenty that they don’t actually hate each other but aren’t flirting either.”

“What kind of bet is that?”

Connor shrugs. “Don’t know, but it’s easy money.”

Shaking her head, she looks around in search of the other Stoll. Travis is lagging behind, suspiciously quiet, which usually means he’s planning some obnoxious prank on her.

“Travis, hurry up, we’re going to be late,” she urges against her better judgement.

Surprisingly though, he complies, and they make it to history with time to spare.

Mr. Jackson is the kind of teacher that encourages dressing up for a mock historical debate. But his energy is a bit contagious and makes the topics bearable.

He’s got a wide smile on his face today as he starts writing on the board, just as the second bell rings.

“Today,” he turns to address the class. “We’re going to be covering—“

A knock on the door interrupts him and everyone turns their attention to the front of the class.

Despite not getting along, the two teachers often interact with each other. Because standing at the door is none other than Ms. Chase.

“Sorry to interrupt,” she begins in a tone that doesn’t sound like she’s that sorry. “But Ka—”

She interrupts herself as her eyes land on the green letters on the board. “Are you talking about Hamilton? The musical?”

Mr. Jackson, keeping a very neutral face, responds, “Yes. There’s a lot to be learned from it.”

“Are you sure it’s not an excuse to just listen to a musical?”

The conversation is wholly civil with no undercurrent of anything in particular, but the whole class is watching in raptured silence.

“What brings you here Ms. Chase?” Mr. Jackson asks instead of replying.

“Katie.” Ms. Chase turns to the class. “You forgot your homework on the lunch table, I saw it when I was walking by.”

She takes two steps into the classroom as Katie, ears burning red, hastens to meet her. “And given that it’s for my class, I thought I’d return it,” Ms. Chase continues.

Katie mumbles a thank you as she accepts the paper, and hurries back to her seat, not wanting more eyes on her.

“How nice of you, Ms. Chase.” Mr. Jackson says. It’s a complete sentence but it feels like there’s things left unsaid as she turns back to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I’ll let you get on with your class,” is all she says before stepping back out of the room. Mr. Jackson turns back to the board as Connor whispers to Travis.

“Dude, did you see? He was totally looking at her when she handed Katie her homework.”

Katie rolls her eyes. Of course, this bet business comes up again.

“But did you hear they way they were talking to each other,” Miranda whispers from behind her, evidently hearing the conversation. “They hate each other.”

Before Katie can shush all of them, Mr. Jackson turns back to the class.

“Anything I’m missing over there?”

Stifling a groan, she shakes her head.  “Actually, Mr. Jackson,” Connor speaks up, immediately overriding her answer.

“We were wondering if you’ve ever seen Hamilton?”

Thankfully, Mr. Jackson is also the kind of teacher to cut some slack, because he responds.

“Yeah, we saw it last year and it’s an incredible stage performance.”

“We?” Connor asks again, in an all too innocent voice.

Any other teacher and he would have been reprimanded but Mr. Jackson looks too caught off guard by the question to even say anything.

“Yes…me and my…girlfriend.”

She will never forget the moment that the whole class collectively lost their shit.

A silent shift, but the bulged eyes say everything, and even Mr. Jackson looks uneasy at the way they are staring at him.

“Right, so let’s get back on track. Hamilton…”

And despite her best intentions to try to pay attention to what he’s saying, the note passing between the Stolls get the better of her as the betting pool started to crumble.

-.-

“Maybe she doesn’t know he has a girlfriend and that’s why she’s flirting?”

Travis nods thoughtfully. “But then why would he flirt back?”

“Guys, lets face it, they don’t like each other.” And with that she turns back to her locker, her final words on the matter.

“Don’t know about that Katie Kat,” Travis says, still contemplating how to interpret this news. He’s not the only one, the entire class burst into conversation as soon as the bell had rang and PE next period made it all too easy to continue talking.

“I agree,” Connor adds with a smirk. “You’re pretty bad at figuring out when people like each other.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She turns angrily towards Connor, only to find him cackling. Travis remains, once again, suspiciously quiet. And once again, before she can think further on what that means, the bell rings.

Walking into math has never been so…charged before today. The entire class is buzzing when Ms. Chase claps for attention.

“Alright class, we’re going to pick up where we left off on—”

But it’s difficult for anyone to pay attention and even Ms. Chase stops in the middle of a formula to address the obvious tension.

“What’s going on with you all today?”

Suddenly the whole class is silent. Her sharp grey eyes scan the class before landing on Travis and Connor.

“Well boys, you always know what’s going on.” She waits for an answer.

“Well,” Travis starts (after a lot of nudging from Connor). “We found out that Mr. Jackson has a girlfriend.”

The surprise is evident on her face. It’s rare to see Ms. Chase look taken aback, but she composes herself quickly enough.

“Good for him, why does that matter to all of you? A teacher’s personal life is allowed to be private.”

One day Connor will stop himself from speaking without a filter. Today is, clearly, not that day.

“Have you met her?”

Ms. Chase is exactly the kind of teacher that would never let anything like this stand but by some miracle of the gods, she’s not only taken back for a second time, it’s enough for her to not actually reprimand him.

“I..uh..yes, I have, not that it should matter to you.” Her composure, however, is lost on the entire class that, for the second time in that day, collectively loses their shit.

“Quiet!” Ms. Chase is still commanding enough to get everyone to shut up though.

“What’s she like?” Some girl in the back asks.

“She’s fine, now that’s not the point of—”

A loud knock at the open door has everyone’s attention.

And of course, of all the teachers, Mr. Jackson is standing there with his arms crossed.

“She’s great actually,” he says loudly.

For the first time, Ms. Chase actually rolls her eyes at the words.

“It doesn’t matter, that should not be a topic of discussion.”

Mr. Jackson nods. “You’re right. But for the record, she’s great.”  And with that he’s walking away again.

Ms. Chase actually rubs her face, letting out a huge sigh. She mutters something that Katie can’t make out.

“Okay, that’s enough, we’re getting through this formula now.”

She doesn’t know how they get through the class.

-.-

“Maybe—”

Katie cuts him off before he can say another word.

“Connor, please do not deposit another theory, I’ve heard like fifteen today.”

“Can you blame me? This is big news!”

She can’t, honestly. Despite her best efforts, she can’t stop thinking about it either. “No, I don’t blame you. I just can’t right now. Plus, I have a theory of my own I need to test.”

She shuts her locker and turns to her right. “Travis? Can I talk to you for a second?”

School’s out and most of the students have left, she’s only staying behind for Art Club and Travis and Connor usually chill with her for a bit before driving off. It’s been a long day, but she thinks she’s figured out at least one thing from all this chaos.

Connor immediately peaces out, walking down the hall as Travis looks nervously at her.

“What’s up?”

“Is there anything you want to tell me?”

She can see a hint of red flushing is face. “I don’t—”

“I’m SO sorry to interrupt but you guys NEED to see this NOW!” Connor’s whisper yelling and beckoning them towards a classroom door.

Without even looking at her Travis immediately jogs to his brother, Katie following behind, shaking her head.

The door is only open a little bit, but it’s enough to hear what’s going on.

“I can’t let you shit talk my girlfriend!” Mr. Jackson’s voice is clearly recognizable.

“I didn’t shit talk and it was so not the time to bring that up.” Ms. Chase’s clear voice is also obvious.

“Okay maybe I shouldn’t have said that, but I can’t let anyone say something bad about MY girlfriend.”

“I didn’t even say anything bad!”

“You said fine, FINE. Are you kidding me? That’s—”

“I think I should be allowed to say whatever I want.”

Katie looks over at Travis and Connor, both of whom are staring with wide eyes at the whole exchange. There’s no way she just said that.

“No.” Mr. Jackson’s voice sounds like a pout.

Ms. Chase sighs. “You’re so stubborn.”

“I have to be to date a goddess.”

There’s a small chuckle at the words. “You’re actually ridiculous.” Ms. Chase sounds unbelievably fond.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “But you still love me so I’m not gonna change.”

They can hear the smile in her voice when she responds. “I would never change you.”

“Even when I disrupt your class?”

There’s a beat of silence. “You’re lucky I love you.”

There’s another chuckle followed by more silence and Connor nods back in the direction of the hallway. They immediately run all the way down to her locker.

“NO FREAKING WAY!” Connor is leaning against the lockers as Katie automatically starts opening hers even though there’s nothing she needs to get from there.

“You can’t tell anyone.”

Connor looks at her. “What? Are you crazy?”

“Look, they clearly want to keep it private. We shouldn’t spill.”

Connor makes a face. “I mean it, Connor.”

“Ugh! Fine!” He turns towards Travis. “If you weren’t my brother, I would have kicked you for choosing someone with morals.”

And with that, he walks towards the doors.

It’s the last bit of confirmation she needs. She turns back to Travis who’s still nervously teetering close to her.

“So? Figure out if there’s anything you want to ask me yet?”

Travis makes a face. “You’re making fun of me!”

Smiling, she steps closer to him. “No, I’m not. I’m not mean to people I like.”

The sparkle in his eyes at her words makes her heart soar and she think she gets why Ms. Chase puts up with Mr. Jackson. It’s easy when the other person makes your heart flutter like that.

A/N: Hello! Thanks for the prompts! Another person also requested a teacher AU so I combined that request with yours and added some secret relationship in there! Told from an outside perspective but I hope you liked this! 

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Pretty Boy - Stiles Stilinski

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stiles stilinski x male!reader

summary: reader decides that stiles is gonna have to realize that he’s in love with him

warning: swears, mentions of human sacrifice

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Stiles Stilinski was helplessly in love with Lydia Martin. Had been since the third grade, it was common knowledge around Beacon Hills High-School.

Wrong!

Stiles Stilinski had been helplessly in love with me his whole life, he just didn’t believe it until I proved it to him —because my boyfriend is stubborn like that and won’t believe anything without prove. Unless it’s his own gut, then no one can question it.

Name’s Y/n L/n, and this, is sort of a “Popular and Nerd” story about the hot, popular guy that could get anyone he wanted —a.k.a. me—, and the socially awkward, hyperactive nerd —a.k.a. Stiles.

I like to think of myself as a good guy. Kind of those popular guys that still have a heart and are nice, instead of having a superiority complex or a stick up my ass like Jackson Whittemore. And believe it or not, most people agree with me. Still, I know what kind of effect I can have in the girls around me, just like Jackson did too. Bit, I like to focus in the effect I can have in other boys.

And my stupid ass decided to set his eyes in the most confused bi boy of the whole school. Well, maybe not the most confused, but he was one of those boys that weren’t sure if they were bi. “Yeah right, and Beacon Hills is just a normal town in California”

Let’s start from the beginning, shall we?

[...]

I came out when I was around fourteen years old, and my parents and my siblings weren’t even surprised. It was good, I liked it that way; life carried on, no new information, nothing out of the ordinary.

Ever since I care to remember, I’d found the sheriff’s son cute. Even when we were in fucking kindergarten and our conscious of pretty was “pretty girl”. What came to my mind instead, was “pretty boy”, along with an image of Stiles —around that time known as Mischief— making a puzzle with Scott. You could say it had always been obvious for me that I had zero interest in girls, finding boys much more intriguing.

When we hit high school and I made it first line in the lacrosse team, my name was suddenly known. I was, along with Danny, the cute popular guy that no girl would ever get because he was gay. I took pride in that title. I took advantage of it, too. Danny, ever the great friend, pushed me to act upon my growing feelings on Stiles.

“I seriously don’t know what you see in him, you could do so much better” he told me “But you have to do something about it” we were not-so-discreetly staring at my crush from across the hall. He was currently making heart eyes at Lydia, that was making out with Jackson “Are you sure he’s bi?”

“Positive. I mean, how can you not see it?”

“The way I see it you have two options: you do something about it, or you move on. Has he ever shown interest in you?”

“Danny Phantom, Mieczyslaw Stilinski has been in love with me our whole lives, he just doesn’t know it. Which is why, I’m going to show him” I stated to my best friend, confident in myself.

“If you say so” he shrugged.

“Of course I say so” I nodded, starting to lead the way to our chemistry class, passing by Stiles and Scott “Hey Pretty Boy” I winked at the former, smirking to myself when he choked on air and looked at me with wide eyes.

That was the middle of freshman year. Just like that, I started to flirt shamelessly with Stilinski. I did not give a fuck about who saw or heard, or when and where I did it, I just acted upon my feelings. However, at the same time, I wouldn’t close my doors. He didn’t show any other reaction than a faint blush —which really was enough to make my heart flutter and my hopes to get higher— and the same old “choking on air” action, but he got that one from everyone that dared make a comment that could be interpreted as flirting, even if it wasn’t. I wasn’t gonna pause my life for the boy, so I had my fun with other boys too.

Was that more confusing for Stiles? If we take into account that I flirted with him and then chatted up other guys in front of him, yeah, probably. Was it cruel? Maybe a little. But like I said, I wasn’t gonna pause my life for a boy that hardly gave me the time of the day, and other than lacrosse and school, we didn’t really talk to each other much. And yet, I was completely infatuated by him.

But, as soon as Scott McCall was turned into a werewolf, the Argents returned to Beacon Hills and the supernatural part of town suddenly awakened, my favorite boy was thrown into my world. Now, us elementals tend to be more discrete about our nature and all that jazz, and I really tried to stay away from the forming pack, but when sacrifices start to be made around my town, and my house gets assaulted by angry alphas for no reason, well that’s when I draw the line.

[...]

“Hale!” I yelled as I burst into his loft, getting the alpha’s attention “You said you had it under control. An alpha pack trying to get you to kill your pack isn’t having it under control”

“L/n, listen. Your mother told you to stay away, so just do that, alright?”

“My siblings and I just got attacked by that alpha pack! They came into my house and nearly choked my little sister to death!” I shouted, getting everyone to stay quiet “Last year, one of my friend’s was turned into a kanima because you bit him, then he died and then he came back to life again, after killing a bunch of people while being controlled by a psycho teenager first and a psycho elder next! And I did nothing!” I exclaimed “And let’s not forget how your uncle went ballistic too and turned crooked jaw over there, leading the Argents back in town to relight all our problems” I gestured to where Scott and Peter stood, next to Stiles, Isaac and Cora “Guess what? I stayed out of it then too. Beacon Hills is getting more and more dangerous, my best friend has a thing with one of those alphas, and while I usually do as my mother says in this type of situations, I’m tired of doing nothing”

Yeah, we elementals tend to keep our distances, but I’m the only fire elemental in my family since my great-grandfather, and fire lights up quickly. There’s many exercises to keep our temper at bay, which usually work on me, but I had reached the end of the rope and the dynamite had just exploded.

“What’s happening?” Scott asked.

“Not right now, Scott. Explanations come later, give me time to cool out” my eyes flashed orange.

The temperature —that had gone up during my angry rant— started to go down again, and after a couple of deep breaths, I didn’t feel as if my hair was going to burst into flames —which, yes, had happened before.

“You” I pointed at Derek “Are going to tell me what is going on”

“No, this is my problem” he dismissed.

“Bullshit. Elementals have been protecting our homes since homes exist, and Beacon has been protected by elementals since we exist. For whatever reason, my mother decided I should stay away, but my home was broken into. So tell me what the hell is going on or I’ll boil you alive. In your own blood”

The space was silent.

“Just tell him, Derek. Maybe he’ll be of more help than the others” Cora finally spoke up, quitting her glare and giving me a sided smile “Hey N/n. Long time no see”

“And whose fault is that? You bitch, you’ve been here for a month and a half already and you haven’t come visit” I answered, opening my arms for her to get into.

“You still stink to burnt shit” she scrunched her nose after she pulled out of our embrace.

“This burnt shit can also still burn your hair. Wanna try that look again? You looked hot in it” I smirked; she punched me “Hey, put those claws back in!” I nudged her, putting extra heat on my fingers and smirking when she hissed.

“Fucker!” I snickered as she glared at me while rubbing her arm.

“Okay! Hold up!” Stiles interrupted “How do you know about all of this?” he pointed accusingly at me.

“Pretty Boy, I sort of have to know the world I live in” I leaned forwards, showing my canines when he blushed and swallowed. I pulled my hand out, making a small flame appear on it “Let’s get this over with. Hi, my name’s Y/n L/n, but you already knew that. I’m an elemental, a fire elemental. Essentially, I control fire and heat and its variations —pretty similar to the Avatar series from Nickelodeon, really— and that’s like, all you need to know” I explained quickly “Now, about all these sacrifices and alpha pack shit... you guys have any clues on that darach? By the way, Stilinski, my offer to take your virginity still stands, even if virgin sacrifices are out of the table” I winked, enjoying how his temperature rose.

And that’s how I came out of the supernatural closet.

[...]

To this day I still don’t know how I ended up at Stiles’ jeep that one day after trying to find out more about the dark druid. However, I will forever be grateful.

“Can I ask you something?” I looked up from the window at the boy’s voice, humming for him to continue “When you- when you f-flirt with me... why do you do it?”

I arched a brow at the question. Hadn’t I made it obvious enough? I thought I had even spelled it out for him once or twice.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’ve seen you flirt with other boys seconds after you do it with me, but I’m the only one you seem to repeatedly flirt with. Other than Danny, but you’re best friends and he’s seeing Ethan so...”

“Have you been observing me, Pretty Boy?” I smirked.

“W-What?! N-No!” he got all flustered “Wait! See? This is exactly what I’m talking about! Next cute boy you see you’ll chat up too, so what exactly are you doing?”

“It’s okay if you have been, I take it as a complement because it’s you” I quickly dismissed, the arrogant smile that had formed in my face shining bright under the light of the post light next to the car “It’s okay if you are jealous too”

"Wha- I didn- I’m not-”

“Ah pah pah pah” I shushed his stutters “To answer your question, Stilinski —although I really thought I had made it clear—, I like you. Quite a lot, actually. Problem is, you still believe you’re madly in love with Lydia, and I’m not gonna waste my live until you realize you’re in love with me instead” I shrugged “So yeah, I flirt with other guys, and that might mislead you, but trust me, I like you very, very much”

“What do you mean “believe”? I like Lydia!”

“Oh, so is “like” now” I mused “It was definitely “love” last year. Anyways, answer me this question: are you straight?”

He stayed quiet, looking at me with wide eyes and his mouth wide open. I could basically see the gears in his mind running, collapsing and turning into flames, not to mention I could feel how much his temperature had gone up.

“What’s that got to do with anything?” he ended up sputtering, defensively. I shrugged again, and he looked down and quietly answered “No. But you can’t tell anyone, because I haven’t even told Scott or my dad yet”

“Darling, Scott and your dad already know you’re not straight. The whole pack knows, you’re not as slick as you like to think” I chuckled “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, you know?”

“I know. It’s just... we have bigger problems than that, and suddenly outing myself in the middle of this feels selfish. But then, when the supernatural problem finishes, it never seems like the right time to tell anyone, and it’s all just so fucking frustrating!” he ranted, making wild gestures.

“You should just throw it out there. Like, in the middle of a serious conversation, or a battle or whatever. Go like “I’m bi!”. I’m sure they’ll congratulate you”

“Is that how you did it?” he asked with the ghost of a smile from my joke.

“Kind of. I mean, I always knew I liked boys, never once had a thought of a pretty girl and me dating passed through my head. So one day, we were having dinner and I just blurted “I’m gay”, in the middle of a conversation. Kaya, my older sister, I’m pretty sure you’ve seen her around, just patted me in the shoulder and said “Babyboy, we know”, then mom laughed and dad commented that it had taken me time to say it out loud. Lainey and Walt, the twins, just shrugged and dinner continued”

“Huh. That’s nice”

“Yeah, it was a chill coming out. But I don’t think the whole “coming out ceremony” is really necessary. Like, it’s perfectly normal to like whoever the fuck you like. So if you want, just present me as your boyfriend” I winked, but he rolled his eyes at me with a groan.

“And you’re back. Y/n, I don’t like you” he whined as rubbed his face.

“Oh really?” I taunted, shifting on my spot. I turned to him and leaned in, the closest to his face than I had ever been. I saw him gulp, I smirked “I could kiss you right now to prove my point, and believe me, you’d kiss back” I whispered over his lips, looking directly into his eyes “But I won’t. For two reasons. First and foremost, I believe in consent, it’s a very important part of any type of relationship. Besides, I don’t want our first kiss to be because of something as silly and petty as proving a point, I want it to mean something” I backed up again.

“Let’s get you home” Stiles mumbled after a few moments of silence, in which I admired his features and he shifted around in his seat, looking everywhere except for me.

The drive to my house was silent, with Stiles tense and the sound of his fingers constantly tapping the stirring wheel being the only thing that was heard. He parked in front of my driveway, and let out a sigh.

“Well, it was nice while it lasted” I got out, taking my bag from the backseat “Goodnight, Pretty Boy” I winked and waved.

“G’night, N/n”

[...]

Guess what? My fucking English teacher —that was also dating Derek, by the way— was the bad guy all along! Yeah, so that took a turn. Oh, and she tried to murder my two best friends, poisoning one of them and trying to strangle the other one, and she took my crush’s dad.

“I knew there was something wrong the second she messaged all of us on the first day” I commented while I walked with Stiles and Lydia “After she read it she just looked at me and scrunched her nose. Who fucking does that? Nobody, that’s who. She knew I was something”

“You’re not that special, Y/n”

“Of course I am, Lyds. Just like you, our very own banshee. Redhead banshee, at that” I threw my arm around her “We’re so lucky. Pretty Boy, tell Lydia that I’m very special and that so is she”

“No...”

“Okay, look, I get that you generally don’t agree with m-” I stopped talking when I finally laid my eyes on him. He was looking at his phone, his face pale “What’s wrong?”

“Allison just texted me. Jennifer’s got her dad. Oh my God” he took in a shaky breath, stumbling backwards “Now she’s got all three- my dad-”

He ran. He left towards the bathrooms, and Lydia and I hurried behind him, catching him just as he tumbled to the floor. He was having a panic attack.

“Stiles” I crouched in front of him, speaking low and gentle “I know you think you can’t process anything right now, but you can. I’m gonna need you to answer some questions, alright? Stiles, alright?” I pressed, slowly reaching for his forearm. He nodded rapidly “Good. Can you name three animals?”

“U-Uh, a dog, a-a hor-se and a t-turt-le”

“Thank you, now name three numbers. Your favorite three”

“F-five, eight a-and two-o”

“You’re doing amazing. Name three of your favorite things” I placed my other hand on his neck, making him look at me.

“My jeep, Scot-t’s bat an-nd your eyes” he exhaled. I would’ve loved to smirk and make a flirty comment, but he was almost done.

“One last time, alright? This one’s easy. Name your three favorite colors”

“Blue, red and orange” he threw his head back and closed his eyes, taking a few breaths.

“How are you feeling?”

“Y/n, how did you know what to do?” Lydia came from behind.

“Well princess, I know you usually have no faith in me, but I know stuff” I tried to joke, but was met with her unfazed expression. I sighed “Kaya has had a few before, and I had to learn the hard way. Walt is starting to have anxiety attacks too” I admitted.

“Thank you, N/n” Stiles’ voice croaked “I’m sorry I just- I don’t want dad to die”

“Don’t apologize. You’re worried about him, that’s normal! You think you can take the rest of the day or should I drive you home?”

“Maybe it’s better if you take him home. I’ll let the teachers know” I nodded to Lydia’s words and helped the boy stand up “I’m gonna call Allison and Scott, see if they’ve found out how to stop this”

“‘Kay, good luck!” I called as we went our separate ways “Pretty Boy, I’m gonna need the keys to your precious jeep” he begrudgingly tossed them at me “Speaking of pretty... a birdie told me my eyes are one of your favorite things” I smirked, hearing him groan “That’s just prove that you do like me”

“I’ll throw myself off this moving car!” he threatened, making me laugh.

[...]

We did find a solution. Well, more like a plan to create another plan to solve our problems. Of course, that is, if it worked.

The plan —that Isaac and I expressed various times to be stupidly and overly dangerous— consisted in having Scott, Allison and Stiles take something significant of their parents to have with them... while they were being drowned.

So there we stood, in front of three tubs filled with ice and water. I was sat in a chair in the background, watching as they explained why the objects were important. I wasn’t really needed; the guys were supposed to be drowned by someone with a deep connection to them, and Lydia was staying outside with me.

“Y/n” I looked up from the flame dancing between my fingers to Deaton.

“Need more ice, Doc? Because I’m not sure if I’m the ideal one to get that. Fire, heat and all, y’know?”

“No, actually, I need you to keep Stiles underwater” at that, my eyes twinkled and I opened my mouth in a smile, directing my gaze at the boy in question.

He had turned deep red and his eyes were wide once again. But instead of arguing or trying to form words like he usually did, he looked down and fiddled with his fingers.

“Do you, now? That’s interesting, don’t you think so, Pretty Boy?” I stood up, enjoying my moment and how everyone seemed to find the situation amusing.

Stiles remained silent, shifting awkwardly in his spot.

When the time actually came —after an awkward tense moment where Isaac was chosen to drown Allison— I put my hands firmly on my crush’s shoulders. He looked up at me nervously, and I gave them a squeeze.

“Don’t worry, darling, I won’t actually drown you. Pinky swear”

“You better not, because if you do, I’ll haunt your ass” I laughed lightheartedly.

“Even after death you want to spend time with me? That’s cute” he glared at me “You know, I’m not really having to prove you anything. A shame, really, I had so many things and reasons to show you that you’re in love with me. But life is just proving you that without me having to put any effort in it”

“Shut up, Y/n” he greeted his teeth “By the way, Scotty, if I die in this, just know that your dad’s in town and I’m bi” he announced; my jaw fell “Okay, put me underwater L/n”

So I did.

[...]

Jennifer died, the parents were saved —I had to do with that part and I’m honestly so proud of myself because I didn’t burn their “hiding spot” to ashes— and Scott was a True Alpha. Everything seemed as fine as it could get. I mean, sure, the twins almost died, but so did we, and sure this was Beacon Hills and things didn’t stay fine for a long time, but hey. Our problems were done for now and I was very glad about it.

“Hey” I turned around to see a guy next to my locker, a flirty look in his eyes.

“Hi. Can I help you?”

“Yes, actually. I’m kinda new here and I was wondering if you could help me get around and then show me a good club this afternoon?” he went straight to the point. I liked that. So I opened my mouth to take up on his offer, but I didn’t have time to.

“I mean, he could show you around the school, but I doubt his interested in going to a club with you” a figure appeared next to me. Stiles.

The guy looked him up and down as I bit the inside of my cheek.

“How would you know that?”

“Because I’m his boyfriend” he stated confidently taking my hand; I raised my eyebrows.

The guy in front of us shut his mouth and muttered an apology, hurrying away.

“My boyfriend?” I arched a brow in amusement “Wow Pretty Boy, that is quite the statement”

“You did say I could just present you as that” he mumbled, all the confidence wearing down as he looked at our hands and played with my fingers “That dude wasn’t new anyways. He’s been here since the beginning of the year” he huffed “You were gonna take up his offer, weren’t you?”

“I was” I said honestly “But you know what? I’d rather spend time with my boyfriend”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have said that” Stiles muttered as I started dragging him through the halls.

“Oh, I loved you saying that. It was the last prove you need to believe you’re completely in love with me, Stilinski” I looked back at him, leaning over and kissing his cheek “Scott! Scott, guess what? Stiles said I’m his boyfriend!” I grinned at the alpha.

“Really?” he smirked at his best friend “He said I was the hot girl!”

“You’re trying to hit on other guys, babe? We’ve been dating for like two minutes!” I glared playfully.

“Oh my God” he groaned; I snickered.

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[sometimesrosy]

I guess last episode was the final straw for you? Was the whole past season just slowly deteriorating or was there one moment or scene or something that just ruined it? Sorry about all this, it really sucks that this show had such a chance to pull through and just didn't.

No actually. Final straw for me on a show is when I stop watching it. Sometimes those final straws have nothing to do with the show but with, say, my dish company dropping HBO (GOT) or my not being able to watch on a certain night. More often the final straw is an accumulation of issues in the narrative.

Like, when I figure out that there’s an “issue” with a show, I then keep watching it, to make sure I’m right and “find evidence” for that interpretation. I put that in scare quotes because if I’m not writing meta, the finding evidence is just seeing a scene and going, “yeah, no.” 

So I guess that did happen with Madi’s story. But since it’s the last episode, I’m going to keep watching because I want to see what they’re going to try to do to pull all those dropped narrative threads together.

And I also can’t analyze the car wreck unless I see where all those wreckages land and which ones blow up and which ones make it out of the mess.

Everything was going fine until Bellamy came back.

Or, well, everything was FIXABLE until they brought Bellamy back and never attempted to bring the Bellamy, Clarke or Bellarke narrative back. 

I just need to see what happens until it is no longer fixable for me. Even if they give Clarke some sort of happy ending through some cheap reversal (another reversal) I suppose it’s no longer fixable for me. They murdered Bellamy’s character with a brainwashing and gave up on him. Then they tortured Clarke’s character by sending her right back down that hell of love=death that she climbed out of in season 6. 

It looks like they’re going to make it worth it for Raven and Murphy and Miller and Jackson, but they’re going to make Clarke sacrifice EVERYONE she loves and then herself.

And this is NOT the bittersweet ending we were promised. This is an outright tragedy for the hero and the secondary hero, and THAT’S who we’re supposed to identify with. But somehow, NOTHING Clarke did made anything better, NOTHING she sacrificed was worth it. She NEVER achieved her goal of being the good guy. Bellamy NEVER achieved his goal of peace or living a good life or protecting those he loved. 

BUT, let me get to the end and see what they consider a “bittersweet” ending is.

I like this story, The 100. The abrupt about face from it being about Clarke, and her relationship with Bellamy, and how they save humanity in the apocalypse, to it being an ensemble show about those who used to be the secondary characters, and relegating the heroes down to just part of the ensemble, means that they stopped telling their narrative. The only one who’s had a consistent narrative is actually Murphy. Maybe Indra, although she has much more this season than usual. Raven’s story has been floundering the last couple of years. Octavia has faded as a character this season and gotten kind of blandified. Echo is just a Strong Female Character (and that is not a compliment.) Emori’s character was good though. 

Except for Raven (who lost her focus before this mess,) it seems the closer the characters were to Bellamy and/or Clarke, the less their narrative was consistent.

Even so, it was enjoyable to watch the ensemble stories. Each separate episode was good. But as a whole, they didn’t have the narrative backbone. 

This show was always told around the center of the duo protagonists, Clarke and Bellamy. Bellamy saved Clarke and Clarke saved humanity. The head and the heart. The leaders of The 100, doing it “together.” By removing the focus from Clarke and Bellamy, they lost the backbone of their story. Backbone. That’s JR’s word. And that’s what we saw. 

TBH my first worry that they were not just wrapping up the side stories and building backstory was Bellamy’s episode on Etherea. Everyone was happy to see him, but the story was boring. It was a straight action piece and had no connection to the long term narrative or anyone else in the show. It did not convincingly show his brainwashing, but showed a vision of his mom and then expected us to think that’s all that was needed. It was a cheap reversal, not character development. 

I still thought they could get things back, but they never did. And when they killed him, and had Clarke do it... for nothing... with no emotional weight to the scene and no resolution to Clarke and Bellamy’s relationship, the head and the heart, the backbone of the story except, “so much for ‘together’,” that was bad.

There were STILL possibilities to bring it back around, and I was waiting to see if they took them. Then Madi went to sacrifice herself, and yes that was in character, and Clarke lost her, and she ended up being tortured by Cadogan simply to see his daughter again and Clarke found her totally, permanently paralyzed.

I get it. We want Clarke flattened. We want everything to be taken from her and we want her to be responsible for ALL the death and ALL the trauma and ALL the destruction...

Why again? Why is she to blame for all this? When all along all these things were being forced upon her and she was trying to make the best of things andn choose the best of bad choices and keep everyone alive and she sacrificed herself again and again and to allow them all to survive? WHY? For her choices to be WRONG all this time and for her to lose everyone? Because she loved Madi too much? hmph. 

Okay, let me see how it all ends up to see the “message” they are trying to send, their moral of the story, but I honestly don’t see how they can pull back from this madi storyline.  the only way is another cheap reversal with a deus ex machina from some magic aliens or “and then she woke up” from some anomaly trip or fear simulation. Those are valid endings, but they are never really satisfying because it doesnt’ work the story through a deserved ending but places it on top of the story being told as a way to get out of a mess the storyteller got themselves into. 

Oh also. That ‘inside man’ should have been Bellamy, not dumbass Levitt, with the fake love story. I mean rushed. Listen I HATE the “i fell in love while torturing you/being tortured by you” story. That is messed up. There is no resonance for that relationship. 

Listen. I’m trying not to analyze too much because I need to know where they’re going with all this in order to analyze it, since they are no longer following the story they laid out for six seasons.

I was trusting they’d get back to the story until they brought Clarke and Bellamy back together and then they killed the heart of the story and the brain is now functioning without a working heart (coincidentally the exact state of Emori’s health right now,) and tore the backbone out of the narrative.

If there was more than one episode left I probably would be done, because I’m not into torture porn. And if there’s no transformation with the pain Clarke is going through then it’s just torture.

So now what? I don’t know. But they screwed up their story. I’ll get back to you when I process the finale.