#wait. is piper her last name or her first name and if so whats her last name/first name
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I can't believe that Piper started as a minor minor character who was kinda just there for May's development as a teacher and now she's only a minor character who has her own storyline, personality, friendships etc. I just think thats really cool.
Agents of Shield really is the series for giving minor characters a story and I love that :)
#agents of shield#aos#agent piper#agent davis#she has a personality. she makes mistakes and then gets to work towards fixing them. her and davis have a really cute friendship :)#I kinda really sorta love Piper#wait. is piper her last name or her first name and if so whats her last name/first name
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Request from @bisexuawolfsalt: May you please write a Bucky x virgin!reader who’s never been able to get herself off?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female virgin!reader
Word Count: 5k
Warnings: masturbation, fingering
Everything about you was different. You'd always felt it. You never fit in with the people you'd grown up with. Friends had never felt close. You were sheltered, your parents had a habit of being overprotective, helicoptering over you until they were in a fatal accident just before your eighteenth birthday. That's when things changed for you, not just what you'd lost, but your body too. You were different, but not in the way you'd thought all your life. You were powered. You kept to yourself throughout college, barely keeping anyone around you as more than an acquaintance. Relationships were a foreign concept to you, be it one of friendship or romance. You'd experienced neither.
That was your story, until you found yourself in New York City in the middle of a Chitari invasion. When you back up an Avenger with your powers, you get noticed. Tony Stark found you and brought you in. It took some convincing, you weren't ready, you were afraid. You'd hidden yourself with a job in the New York Public library. But eventually you agreed to move into the Stark Tower.
That's where you first met Bucky. You had gotten to know Steve, Natasha, and Tony pretty well. Steve had come to knock on your door one day and brought Bucky with him. He had returned from Wakanda, free from his Winter Soldier programming. He didn't look as frightening as people had described him. There was a kindness behind his brilliant blue eyes, an intelligence and a sadness that drew you in. He was a solitary soul and so were you.
You felt comfortable in his presence. He said very little, in fact he barely made eye contact initially. Steve had encouraged him to make a friend and Bucky had chosen you, you didn't pester him about his well being, didn't cajole him about attending therapy, in fact you didn't bother him at all. You were the perfect friend. These were the reasons you believed Bucky had chosen you.
In reality Bucky couldn't get enough of being around you. He was drawn to you and you to him. Finally he had confessed his feelings to you and you had kissed him. Only Steve knew about your relationship with Bucky, you kept things private. You spent all your down time with Bucky but the two of you hadn't slept together, yet. Bucky had insisted that you wait until you were ready, after you'd told him that you hadn't been in any relationships in the past.
Today hadn't been any different from any other, not really. You'd spent time training in the gym with Steve, you'd done some reading, having decided to pursue a medical degree with your interest in science. You had a lot to learn, but you decided to take a break and grab yourself a bit of food. You walked into the kitchen where a group of SHIELD agents were also eating and talking. You blushed profusely when you heard their topic of discussion… masturbation!
“I love my Lioness. I swear if men’s penises were made with a vibration setting, I'd actually consider being with one,” one of them mused.
“Oh sweet girl, I’ve been married for five years, and let me tell you, sometimes only you have the means to get the job done. I mean I love my human dildo, but the rubber one gets the job done much better. It's got a suction up, so just slam it against the wall and go to town on it," her older colleague chimed in.
"Ah, you kids and your new fangled inventions and toys. I'm pretty old school, my fingers have been doing the job just fine for me all these years. Batteries not included," she smirked.
Their words made you blush, you had no idea what a Lioness even was, you cowered in the corner trying not to eavesdrop. The last thing you wanted was to be involved in this conversa-
"Hey!" You heard Piper, one of the agents calling your name. "What's your preference?"
You mostly kept to yourself, the other agents had no idea of your childhood or your lack of experience and you'd kept to yourself to avoid questions exactly like this.
“I - ummm…” you started stuttering nervously, eyes darting around for an excuse to avoid answering the question. You hoped no one would notice you biting your lip and wringing your hands with anxiety. “You know…”
“Come on girl, are you saying that hunk of yours is that good?”
“What?” You were shocked by Piper’s comment.
“Barnes, is he as good in bed as he looks like he would be?”
“What-”
“You don’t need to pretend, we’ve seen the two of you holding hands and smacking lips.”
You blushed, you had no idea that other people were aware of your relationship. But they couldn’t know that you hadn’t sealed the deal, could they?
“You have to give us some details,” they laughed good naturedly. “Is he that good that you don’t need to … you know, take care of yourself every now and then?”
There was no malicious intent in their questions, they were just making jovial conversation and including you, but you just wanted the floor to open up and swallow you whole. You wanted to tell them that Bucky was good, but you knew that they weren’t asking if he was a good person, they wanted to know if he was good at sex. You weren’t so out of touch with the world that you didn’t know what they were insinuating.
“He’s an amazing person-”
You were cut off by their beepers sounding off at the same time. Saved by the bell.
“See you around.” They smiled and winked at you as they left to see to their duties.
A silent sigh of relief escaped your lips as you gathered your meal and sat down in the vacated dining area. Your heart was no longer pounding on the inside of your chest, but your brain was in overdrive as you ruminated over the conversation between the agents. Without realizing it, you were thinking about what masturbation would actually be like.
You weren’t completely innocent or devoid of sexual urges, you had admired both handsome men and beautiful women, some of whom had even had you aroused. But you hadn’t dared act on those urges, mostly because you had no idea how and you were too ashamed to ask anyone you did know. You felt embarrassed that you had reached the age that you were without having had any real sexual encounters. You had been hesitant to explore your own anatomy, even in the privacy of your own home and now you’d reached the point in your life where you were too afraid to try it alone.
Your lunch remained half uneaten as you pondered your dilemma. Your interest had definitely been piqued and you started thinking about Bucky. He had been patient with you and your reluctance to engage in more intimate behavior. He had been incredibly understanding when you’d admitted to him that you were a virgin and hadn’t pushed you into any kind of non consensual conduct.
Everything you’d seen on television or read about, the act of sexual intercourse, the pleasure that came from an orgasm, you wanted to know how it felt. You felt a stirring between your legs at the very thought. But where would you get the information to do things right? You had so many questions. You thought about looking online but the computers in the Tower were all networked, and JARVIS had the ability to look into any search history. The thought of someone finding out terrified you. No, you would have to try something else.
This brought your thoughts around to Bucky. After careful consideration, you determined that Bucky was probably the best person to discuss your areas of learning. You knew that he was a little more experienced than you were and if you were to share a future with him, you would eventually engage in more intimate activity. So he would be the perfect person to ask. You picked up your phone and typed out a message.
You: Can I ask you something? It’s a bit embarrassing.
Bucky’s phone pinged as he sat listening to a discussion between Sam and Steve. He enjoyed watching them battle wits, as long as he wasn’t asked to take part. And when he did, he always sided with Steve, regardless of what his actual opinion was. He took his eyes off the pair to see your face light up his screen. Your face never failed to make the corner of Bucky’s mouth quirk up, as hard as he tried to hide it.
Bucky had never met anyone quite like you. Despite the trauma and loneliness you had suffered, it hadn’t made you cold or hard, in fact he thought you were the single most kind-hearted and loving person he’d ever met. Your intelligence surpassed that of many and he was almost shocked that you had chosen to bestow your affection on him. You were his angel, sent from heaven to show him what real love was. He texted you back immediately.
Bucky: Anything.
Bucky’s whole attention was on you now, your question had piqued his interest far more than the conversation between Sam and Steve ever had.
You: How do you masturbate?
Bucky’s eyes were ready to pop out of his skull as he read your question.
“Buck?” Steve called his friend again, trying to get his attention.
“Yeah?” Bucky cleared his throat, tearing his attention away from his phone.
“Can you settle this for us?”
“Yeah, I agree with Sam,” he answered.
Sam and Steve watched him get up and walk away with their jaws on the floor. But Bucky had no time for nor interest in their reaction. He was focused on your question.
Bucky: What makes you ask this question?
You: There were some agents in the kitchen and they were talking about masturbation…
Bucky: And you are curious?
You: Well yeah. So are you going to answer the question?
Bucky thought for a moment before responding.
Bucky: There isn’t just one way to masturbate.
You: Care to elaborate?
Bucky: Most people use their fingers. Now they have all these toys.
He thought for a moment, before sending a follow up text.
Bucky: Back in the day, we would make do with what was around. You just need to use it right.
As much as Bucky longed to offer you a hands on demonstration of the concept, he knew that he should give you the space to learn and experience things at your own pace, particularly with regards to your sexual relationship.
Bucky: You need to figure out what YOU like.
You bit your lip as you read Bucky’s answers, your fingers hovering above the screen as you tried to work up the courage to continue your conversation.
You: I don’t know what to do.
Bucky: You just have to try things out and see how you feel.
You typed out your response, you felt a tingling between your legs and an unfamiliar dampness. It took you several minutes for you to press send.
You: Will you show me?
Bucky’s mouth went dry as he read your reply. He felt himself stir at that thought of your question. He read your words over and over, contemplating his next move.
Bucky: Are you sure?
Bucky didn’t want to pressure you, or make you do anything you didn’t feel comfortable with, but the thought of being closer to you, more intimate with you made his body react and he could feel blood pumping south.
You: Ordinarily I’d probably use a Google search but I’m not particularly where I should be looking. Also most things are probably not targeted at women past their teenage years. Also I didn’t particularly want to leave a trail of cookies in my search history.
Bucky wasn't quite sure he understood all of your message. I was rather old fashioned, and even though he had some understanding of the modern world, he didn't feel entirely comfortable. He decided to help you the best way he knew how.
Bucky: Meet me when you're done with work?
You: Sure. Where do you want to meet?
Bucky: Your room. 6pm. Wear something comfortable.
Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you read his message and answered.
You: See you soon.
Anticipation and anxiety had you back in your quarters much earlier than the time Bucky had advised. You decided to be prepared for his arrival, so you took a shower and performed all your necessary grooming rituals. You weren’t entirely out of the loop with regards to sex, but clinical application was very different from actual intimacy. The thought of Bucky’s touch excited you. Your relationship with him mostly involved emotional intimacy, he was nervous too, worried about hurting you physically. He had been happy to let you take the lead for the physical aspect of your relationship.
The thought of his touch elicited a tantalizing reaction from your body, the warmth, the wetness between your legs was exhilarating. There was an urge to touch yourself. It wasn’t that you hadn’t thought about this before, even tried exploring your own body, but you’d never quite achieved the intended goal. Today felt different. You could feel yourself pulsing in a way that you’d not felt before. And if Bucky wasn’t able to help you understand your own body, you were certain that no one would.
You put on a slightly oversized t-shirt, it was loose enough for you to move with ease, but fitted enough that your figure wasn’t hidden. You grabbed a pair of booty shorts, choosing to slip it over your hips without any underwear. The feeling of them against your uncovered core made you feel wicked. Your heart was still pounding and you needed something to relax, so you grabbed a bottle of Pinot Noir and poured yourself a generous glass.
A knock at the door made you jump, and the contents of the glass sloshed around dangerously. You took a small sip before putting it down on the counter of the small kitchenette in your room and went to answer the door.
“Hi.” You barely breathed the word as you found Bucky at your door.
He looked ethereal, he had clearly taken the time to go back to his room and prepare for your rendezvous after spending the day training new recruits. He slipped past you with a gentle greeting. He had washed his long hair which was loose and still slightly damp. He had donned a maroon Henley which you had told him was your favorite and as he brushed against you, you caught the scent of his cologne which did nothing but increase your arousal.
“How was your day, Doll?” Bucky asked, giving you a gentle peck on the cheek.
“Seriously, you want to ask about my day?” you said nervously, wringing your hands together.
Suddenly you felt out of your depth. How could this beautiful specimen of a man possibly be here for intimate relations with you? You turned around and took a mouthful of wine, coughing slightly as you swallowed.
“Hey, easy there, Doll. Being drunk isn’t helpful. You know,” he paused for a moment, “we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his chest. You could feel his heart beating as your head rested against him. It was calming and you looked up at him.
“I want to.”
“If you change your mind at any time, you will tell me, right?”
You nodded, appreciative of his understanding.
“Sit down for a minute. I’m just going to set up a few things.”
“What kind of things?
Bucky held up a few candles. “I thought they’d make you feel more comfortable, relaxed.”
You watched Bucky place candles around your room and then dim the lighting. His movements were elegant, so smooth. You marveled at his grace and agility, his touch was delicate and you wondered how his hands would feel on your body. When he was done he came over to sit beside you as you clutched your wine glass.
“Oh Bucky, I’m sorry, here, let me get yo-”
You stopped as he put his hands on your shoulders. “Listen, before we start, no matter what happens today, I’m just here to help you… you know, please yourself. That doesn’t mean that we need to go any further. You don’t owe me sex. Got that?”
You nodded, feeling more relaxed, like he’d taken the weight of expectation off your shoulders. “Yeah, okay,” you whispered.
“Anytime you want to sto-”
His words were cut off by your lips on his. “Sorry,” you pulled away slowly. “You were kinda freaking me out.”
Bucky chuckled at your shyness.
“So what now?” you asked, uncertain of how to proceed.
“Do you feel…” He wasn’t sure how to ask you if you felt turned on.
You shrugged. “Every time I think about this, I feel nervous, but also kinda tingly.” Subconsciously, you squeezed your legs together seeking the pleasure that came from the friction.
Your reflexive moments didn’t go unnoticed by Bucky. “You feel good?”
You nodded. “Will you kiss me?”
Bucky smiled, cupping your face with his hands, pulling your lips towards his, caressing them with his tongue before gently slipping it into your mouth. His right arm dropped down, coming to rest around your waist. Both of you lost yourselves in the kiss for a few minutes before Bucky pulled away. “Want to keep making out?”
“Well, it is nice, but I’m ready. What do I do?”
“Do you want to take your clothes off?”
A soft blush crossed your features, Bucky could see it in the glow of candlelight. You started taking off your t-shirt, raising your arms to pull it over your head. Bucky’s eyes lingered over your breasts, trying not to stare as you struggled with the neck. He eventually tore his gaze away to help you complete the task. Bucky tossed the shirt aside on a nearby armchair and turned back to you. You could help but try to cover yourself with your arms.
“You look beautiful, Doll.” Bucky murmured. “What can I do to make you feel more comfortable?”
“I mean, I feel kinda exposed. Maybe if we were on even footing it would be less awkward?”
Bucky laughed, “so you want me to take my top off?”
“I wouldn’t say no.”
Bucky used one hand to swiftly shed his Henley, letting you ogle his chiseled chest for a moment.
"Why don't make yourself comfortable on the pillows.” He nodded his head up to the top of the bed.
You followed his instruction, crawling over to the top. You’d spent many an evening with Bucky buried under the covers watching movies late into the night. Several times you’d woken up the following morning wrapped in his arms, but today was different. You sat back against the stack of pillows making yourself comfortable.
“Aren’t you coming?” You asked, realizing that he was still sitting at the end of the bed.
His eyebrows shot up into his hairline. “Well, if you want me to…” he answered, voice suddenly a little shaky.
“Were you planning on sitting there with all your clothes on, watching me get myself off. I mean that’s kinda off putting.”
He walked around the edge of the bed and climbed on to sit beside you.
“If you take off your pants, I’ll lose my shorts.”
“You drive a hard bargain, Doll.” He smirked before shimmying off his jeans.
As hard as you tried, you couldn’t help the flush on your face as you stared at the outline of his bulge. Bucky smirked.
“Like what you see, Doll?”
There was something in his tone that made your insides feel tight, like there was something inside you trying to escape and you kept squeezing to stop it. Your body responded to his words in a way you’d never felt before.
“Your turn,” he said quietly, not a command, more of a request.
You lifted your ass off the bed and pushed your shorts down, over your thighs, sliding them over your knees and let them fall over your calves. Bucky helped you to unhook them from your feet before tossing them to the foot of the bed, just in case you wanted them again. He took a moment to let his eyes rove over your naked form, oh how he longed to touch you, but today was not for him to indulge his fantasies. Today was for you.
“Will you sit with me?” you asked.
“Can’t get a lot closer than this, Doll.” He was sitting right beside you, his thigh touching yours.
“Can we sit like we did the other day? When we went to the beach?” You remembered how it had felt to sit between Bucky’s legs, his strong arms wrapped around you protectively. You felt safe from the world. It’s not that you needed Bucky to keep you safe physically, you were perfectly capable of looking after yourself, no, he made you feel accepted. It was a feeling you wanted to hold on to forever.
Bucky let you climb between his legs, taking a deep breath as your ass brushed against him, “Okay?” he asked, his hands holding the top of your arms gently.
You nodded. “What now?”
“Well… we just need to figure out what you like, what feels good for you.” He paused, trying to figure out how best to advise you. It wasn’t like there was an official manual to be followed. “May I?” He put his fingers around your wrist, asking for permission to guide your movements.
His palm radiated warmth and you felt goosebumps erupting across your arms. “That feel good?”
“Yeah.”
“Why don’t we start up here?” He guided your hand up to your neck. “Start with soft touches.”
Following Bucky’s instruction, you traced the muscles along your neck and across your clavicle. A soft sigh leaves your lips as you reach the center of your chest. Bucky’s eyes flicked to your face as you closed your eyes and leaned back into him, his chest moves up and down slowly. His sturdiness and strength only served to amplify your arousal. He saw you bite your lower lip as your fingers grazed the skin on your breast. Naturally you cupped it, massaging the tissue slowly.
“Try pinching your nipple,” he whispered in your ear.
You do as you’re told and find yourself whimpering quietly. The feeling between your legs amplified ten fold, clenching needily.
“And the other side too, Doll.” Bucky muttered, his fingers sliding up and down your upper arm, the same arm you were using to touch your own body. “Feel good?”
“So good,” you sighed.
You leaned back again, the delectable sensations had you arching your back and now that you had moved past your breast, you noticed that the level of pleasure had changed a little, dimmed slightly. Bucky watched with rapt attention, mentally noting what you responded to for future reference. He resisted the urge to bury his face in your neck, press his lips against your sweet smelling skin. Your fingers skated quickly over your abdomen and made their way between your legs.
“Take your time, Doll. From what I've learned, getting a woman all worked up makes things more… intense.
"Before you touch down there, try rubbing here," he moved your hands to your thighs. "Just on the inside, Doll, just like that. You can use your fingers, or your whole hand. Try and see what you like."
You sighed, trying out the different techniques on the flesh of your thighs. Bucky’s skin itched with desire, there was nothing he wanted more than to put his own hands on your thighs, but he had promised you and he would keep his word.
“I like it more with my finger tips,” you leaned back into him, looking up into his eyes with a smile.
As you did, you noticed something pressing into your lower back. You pushed against it, curious about its shape. A shuddering breath and strangled moan escaped your boyfriend’s lips.
You looked back up at Bucky with surprise and you saw the blush on his face. It is a little embarrassing that it took you so long to realize what was touching you.
“Is that…”
“Yeah…you can just ignore… him. He shows up sometimes without invitation,” Bucky mumbled.
“Do you want me to-” you started asking if he wanted you to touch him, but Bucky cut you off.
“No, today we’re here for you. Focus on your own body.” Bucky shifted his hips back to avoid further friction but that didn’t quite stop his body reacting to you.
Bucky’s fingers skated across your skin with the lightest of touches, his breathing heavier than it was before as he watched your hands stroke over your inner thighs, edging closer and closer to your leaking core.
“Buck-” you whined quietly.
“Yeah?”
“I want…”
“Go ahead, start with one hand, maybe?” he suggested. “Feel over the outside.”
You hummed, arching back against him, and earning a groan from Bucky.
“If you feel comfortable, you can put your fingers between the folds and try rubbing your-.”
“Clit?”
“Yeah.”
“Wow, there’s a lot… it’s really wet.” You comment as your slick coats your exploring fingers.
“That’s good,” Bucky said encouragingly. “Have you found your-”
You gasped and grabbed Bucky’s muscular thigh as your fingers brushed over your sensitive bud for the first time. Your pussy clenched needily at the sensation.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckled darkly.
You continue moaning as your fingers rub circles over your pulsing clit. “Oh Bucky…”
He groaned at the way his name left your lips, filled with such longing. He panted softly as his fingers dug into your flesh, he had moved them from your arms down to your waist and it was taking a lot of self control for him to not let them roam over the rest of your body.
“It feels, I … I -” You couldn’t find the words to express what you needed. The new deletable sensations were something you’d never experienced and it was almost overwhelming.
“Use your words, Doll. Tell me what you need.”
“Inside, I want something inside.” The throbbing at your core was getting stronger.
“Good girl, that means you’re doing it right.”
“How do I do it?”
“Move your legs apart a bit more.”
You obliged and Bucky moved his legs under yours so you could hook your ankles around them for support and open up for yourself.
“Ready?”
“Yes,” you said with more confidence, it felt good, you wanted this.
“Try putting one finger in first. Go slowly.” He put his hand on yours, directing your finger along your slit before helping you push into your entrance.
Your thighs tightened as your finger entered this new territory.
“Try to relax, Doll. Take your time.”
Your finger slipped inside, you took deep breaths in an attempt to slow your pounding heart. Bucky couldn't help himself, he put his hands on your thighs, almost a subconscious movement as he focused on your activities. Watching as you dragged your finger in and out of your dripping pussy.
"That's right, just like that." Bucky crooned in your ear.
His lips felt soft on your neck. You didn't notice how he palmed himself at the same speed that your finger was disappearing inside you.
"If you want, you can put more fingers inside you."
“Umm hmmm.” You didn’t need his guidance to know what you wanted. “Keep talking though.” His voice in your ear was serving to be more an aphrodisiac than you’d expected. You changed the speed of your trusts, suddenly aware of a new feeling that you couldn’t quite identify.
“You like how that feels, Doll? Try hooking your fingers up slightly.”
He knew you’d found the right spot because of the way you bit your lip and squeezed your eyes closed, pushing back into his chest.
“You’re allowed to make noise, Doll. Actually, I encourage it.”
Your hips began to rock of their own accord and you could hear Bucky panting behind you.
“Oh God,” you whined. “Bucky…”
“I’m right here, Doll. You’re doing so good,” he moaned. “Use this hand, here.” Bucky placed your other hand over your clit, letting you take over rubbing the hard bud.
“Bucky…”
“Yeah?”
“Bucky,” you whimpered desperately, brows knitted together. You had no idea what you wanted from him. “Bucky-yy.”
“It’s okay, Doll. You’ve got this.”
You did, because without warning you felt yourself hurtling over the edge of a precipice you didn’t know you’d been standing on. Your walls pulses around your fingers as your body undulated to the feeling of ecstasy spreading out from your core through to your fingertips. Your powers crackled in a glow that surrounded your body.
As your breath finally settled down, you relaxed back into Bucky’s arms, a ridiculous smile spread across your face. Bucky’s arms surrounded you, holding you making you feel safe and supported.
“So? How did it feel?” Bucky asked, a tad impatiently.
You laughed bashfully in response, words not quite able to describe how giddy you felt in that moment, until Bucky was laughing along with you. You caught his lips as he turned his head to look at you, expressing your thanks with an affectionate kiss. As you leaned back, you were reminded of Bucky’s situation.
“That was amazing, Bucky. But what about you?” you asked.
“What about me?”
“Don’t you have to- I want to feel you… inside me.” Your voice dropped in volume at the end of your sentence.
Bucky shook his head. “Next time, today was for you. Besides, I kinda came when you were…” His voice trailed off looking a little embarrassed.
“Oh, sorry.”
“No, it’s not your fault, well actually-”
“Hey!” you pouted.
“In a good way. You look beautiful."
"Thanks for not judging me."
"Thank you for accepting me. For trusting me."
"Of course, Bucky. What happens now?"
"After we get dressed, we can order some food and watch a movie?"
"And maybe plan for when we can do this again?" You asked shyly.
"Sure thing, Doll."
You were glad that you'd had the courage to ask Bucky for his help, and hopefully some day soon, you'd be able to feel even closer to him that you'd done today.
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Hi! I LOVED your Wonka x reader fic! Could I maybe request something?? Maybe one where she's the last one stuck in the laundry after everyone else gets rescued and he needs to go back for her? I love angst and fluff haha
All good if not! Love you
Trapped In Your Own Thoughts
Willy Wonka x reader
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I am loving all the Wonka love I'm seeing, every time I write for a new character I wonder if anyone will actually request for them so seeing people request for Willy Wonka truly makes me heart melt
Abacus, Piper, Larry Chucklesworth, Lottie Bell, Noodle and you stood in a straight line across from Mrs.Scrubbit as she peered from behind the counter.
What you thought was going to be a tiresome scolding from the woman turned into something unexpected as she laid pounds of money out on the table. She first stated how Mr.Wonka had settled a deal with Mr.Slugworth covering all your bills. And one by one she went down the line addressing every individual until it was just you and Noodle left.
“It’s funny,” Scrubbit says as she stares at the last pile in front of her before glaring directly at you, “Mr.Slugworth didn’t seem to leave a single sovereign for you. Guess you're not important eh?”
You stilled, unable to believe your own ears as Scrubbit smirked at your disheartened reaction. “…this must be some sort of mistake,” you muttered before getting cut off.
“—No mistake at all,” she grinned a toothy grin, “in fact your name didn’t come up at all. So don’t just stand there. Back to work with you,” she ushers and stunned you look around trying to wake yourself from this nightmare that you found yourself trapped in.
“Go.”
With a wave of her hand, you walked past them shutting the door behind you. “Now, for our dearest Noodle…” you heard her voice fade away as you walked to the laundry room in a daze.
You could not believe this was happening. Of course this would happen to you. You shook your head unable to stop the thoughts from swirling as you walked down the hallway past all the now empty rooms, past your own room until you came to the laundry doors.
Climbing down the steps and looking around at the now lifeless room, it was impossible for you to do anything but dwell on the whole situation.
You were stuck here. Alone.
Being here with a group was one thing but alone? That was something you wouldn’t ever wish upon your greatest enemy, (that is if you had one).
This had to be an error. Why would everyone else be free except for you? It didn’t make any sense.
Then your mind slipped back to what Mrs.Scrubbit said about Willy making the deal.
Did he know you were to stay back? No he couldn’t have. Right? Right. You tried to assure yourself before you even had the chance to doubt him any further. That man was too good and too precious for him to accept this deal knowing you’d continue to be held captive like this.
You went back and forth, replaying Mrs.Scrubbit’s words, trying to figure out what could’ve happened.
Was Mrs.Scrubbit right? Were you just unimportant?
Your mind goes back to those few late evening conversations that you’ve shared with Willy. It was kind of silly for you to think anything from that. It was foolish in general for you to think so much of the young man, especially when you’ve only known him for a short period. But you couldn’t help but feel hurt.
Was it that easy to forget you and move on?
Maybe all those experiences just meant something to you.
You could only grind your teeth as you dove deeper and deeper into your self deprecating thoughts. It was difficult to pull yourself out when there was nothing else or knowone else to distract you.
Your thoughts silenced as a screaming pile of bedsheets fell down the chute landing with a hard thud.
The fabric shifted and you spotted familiar brown curls pop out followed by Willy’s head. “I can’t wait for that to be over,” you heard him say as he grunted while climbing out from the chute.
“Willy…” you let out, more surprised than anything to see him.
“Come with me, we’re getting you out of here,” he declared, running up to you without wasting a beat, “we already gathered everyone else, so let’s go.”
He runs back to the chute, waving for you to come over and you do so. Willy prepares an empty cloth bag as well as some laundry so you have a gentler landing and he then pats the empty spot.
You prop yourself up occupying the chute and with your legs bent you hug them close as he scrambles to tug the bag up over your legs.
Thinking about it now, your wandering beliefs were all so idiotic, but for some reason in that moment, you couldn’t stop them from slipping past your lips.
“I thought you were going to leave me behind,” you chuckled.
You meant for it to sound as just a childish passing statement but Willy immediately paused his movements, his arms coming to rest on both sides of the chute around your legs.
“I’d never leave you behind,” he voiced.
It was impossible to stop a tiny shy smile from spreading onto your lips, “yeah, I know but, I don’t know it was just a passing thought.”
“Hey,” he lowered himself to meet you at eye level as you sat, “I would never leave you behind,” he repeated his statement from earlier, his tone soft and delicate yet firm.
It was a simple phrase, but coming from him it meant something to you.
A new concern popped into your head, “wait, what about the contract?” You questioned, suddenly worried about the consequences that would follow.
Willy replied with a smile that told you he already had an answer ready, “don’t worry about that, we have a plan.”
You nodded, allowing yourself to trust the boy before he wrapped your head tying a simple knot.
“I’ll see you on the other side,” he said, giving your leg an affectionate pat before sending you on your way out.
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all da ladies love leo valdez ! leo x daughter of poseidon!reader
｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ in which, leo has a crush on yet another girl that’s beyond his league, percy’s sister … and his friends flame him for not being able to confess his feelings!
— this is set in like… university ?? obviously jason doesn’t die…hope u enjoy my first ever fic on here!! might be ooc, soz🫐 also jeyna is a thing…. sorry not sorry!! 🤓😂 (it’s actually not even relevant to this story, but i thought i’d let u know…)
IMSG, “THE LOST HOES 🫤” July 4th, 2024
beauty queen
do yall ever wonder how it’s impossible to not pull hoes
like it sounds like a real SKILL issue
superman
who are you talking about, pipes?
beauty queen
who do u think I’m talking about???
the only mfo who doesn’t have a gf???
do NOT play dumb jason grace
latino elf
oh wow
talking shit in the gc is crazzyyy
superman
i wasn’t!
she was.
beauty queen
do not make me pull up our private messages
latino elf
i see how it is…..
😔 it’s always the bitches u think u can trust…
superman
ok
beauty queen
why is he the driest man alive
this why we didn’t last ong😭
latino elf
or maybe because ur lebanese ???
superman
she’s cherokee huh
wait is that supposed to say lesbian?
latino elf
isn’t that what it says…
beauty queen
💀💀
ok… anyway can we talk about the fact that leo has
been madly in love with y/n since like… forever???
latino elf
no thanks
didn’t ask
not true
lying on my name
superman
yeah yeah whatever helps you sleep at night
beauty queen
he’s down bad shhh
latino elf
OHHH GODDD 😭😭😔😔😔
ok so what if i like her shes so fine
and so nice and sooo mermaid 🧜♀️
beauty queen
she is very fine and very nice
and yes she’s very mermaid
superman
we all know he isn’t going to say
anything to her, though, right??
latino elf
hahaha 😂 wdym 😂
i’d tell her if percy weren’t her brother
superman
that didn’t stop you from trying to
flirt with MY sister though???????
latino elf
yeah that’s different tho
she COULDNT go out with me
beauty queen
not like she wanted to anyway
latino elf
gtfo
anyway i don’t plan on telling her that
i have any slight interest in her! 😎
superman
you should though
bet she likes you too
beauty queen
don’t feed into his delusions
superman
gosh pipes, pipe it down a notch
latino elf
fr listen to my bro ‼️
how would i even tell her dawggg
WHAT IF she rejects me 🤨 BOOM FRIENDSHIP GONE
superman
yeah i guess so
but yolo ???
latino elf
yolo my ass bro😒
superman
ok sorry for trying to help
beauty queen
this why she dont want u
latino elf
yeah nd thats why yo relationship was a LIE 🤣
superman
😐
beauty queen
🖕🏼
latino elf
lol ur mad
ok bye u guys are a snooze fest 😴
beauty queen
go talk to ur gf
latino elf
i will, beauty queen 🫡
IMSG, “Y/N 🦈” July 4th, 2024
leo 🛠️
hey hey mermaid
y/n 🦈
hi leo !
whats up :)
leo 🛠️
the sky duh
nothing much tho, just chilling in my dorm
u should totally pull up
y/n 🦈
we’ll see 🧐
i’m in the library rn
leo 🛠️
nerd alert ‼️
y/n 🦈
ok but when u fail our exams dont come crying
leo 🛠️
if it were math/science i would be resting peacefully
but no fr i did study, trust 🙏🏼
y/n 🦈
not that u needed it though
you’re smart enough
leo 🛠️
wowie thanks mermaid
da ladies wish they had my smarts
y/n 🦈
🤨🤨
leo 🛠️
sorry that came out SO wrong 😭
y/n 🦈
ok ok well pull up to the library
perhaps i need ur smarts
leo 🛠️
si señora
will be there in a few 😎
shark_girl • 2h
send message ♡ ➣
pipermstealer replied to your story
omg he wants uuu 😳😳🤣😂
shark_girl
why are u insane
😅😅😅
pipermstealer
i am not insane he wants u
what boy willingly wants to study w a girl
shark_girl
one that’s my friend???
pipermstealer
friend my ass bro
he wanna kiss u so bad…
matching usernames??? THE MAAAN WANTS UU 😭
shark_girl
be fr we’ve had them since we were
like fifteen 🙄🙄
pipermstealer
bro get out I’m actually DONE
u have to wake up queen 😭🙏🏼
IMESSAGE, PIPER & JASON July 5th, 2024
pipes 🌸
i am so SO DONE with yn
jason ⚡️
why
pipes 🌸
bc she’s convinced that leo don’t want her
jason ⚡️
i think its very obvious
do you think yn wants leo thats the real question
pipes 🌸
ABSOLUTELY ?????
she has extreme heart eyes for him
but she’s better at hiding it
jason ⚡️
wait are you being serious
NO WAY
NO WAY??
a girl out of his league actually wants him 🤨
piper 🌸
wait I thought u knew???
jason ⚡️
uhm no
she must be good at hiding it
piper 🌸
or boys are just dense
jason ⚡️
ok well…….
we have to get them together
cause I’m so tired of hearing leo ramble abt her
piper 🌸
ok well i’m tired of yn too
how do we get them together
jason ⚡️
uh I don’t know?????
now why would you think I know
aren’t YOU the daughter of aphrodite
maybe YOU should know 😒
pipes 🌸
someone’s mad
but i don’t know?
one of them has to say something eventually….
jason ⚡️
no way, leo would never… not too sure about yn though.
leo cares too much about their friendship
and he is convinced she only sees him as a friend
and he’s deathly afraid to ruin their friendship
pipes 🌸
why do we have dumb friends
why can’t THEY SEEEE
jason ⚡️
yeah it’s very annoying
man, maybe we shouldn’t interfere?
let them figure it out themselves
pipes 🌸
unless u want leo to date the first girl
who gives him the opportunity to date her,
i think we SHOULD interfere! not a lot just a tiny bit 🤏🏼
jason ⚡️
well i guess you have a point… but how?
pipes 🌸
OK hear me out fr
u share a dorm with leo, yeah?
he always leaves his phone unattended
go into twt and make sure he isnt logged into his private account
jason ⚡️
where is this headed
pipes 🌸
ok shut up
OK but make sure hes on the main
since he always talks about her on his priv
so if yn sees a tweet about her then
SHES GOTTA KNOW
jason ⚡️
FIRST OF ALL thats an invasion of privacy
SECOND OF ALL what if she doesn’t see it before
leo realizes that wasn’t tweeted on his private account
pipes 🌸
no she like stalks his twitter so she’ll see!
and uhm so what if it’s an invasion of privacy
he’ll thank us once he gets the girl of his dreams 🙄
jason ⚡️
ok then….
i’ll do it
but if this backfires i was not apart of it
pipes 🌸
yeah yeah whatever
i’ll take the blame
FIVE DAYS LATER, TWITTER!
IMSG, “THE LOST HOES 🫤” July 10th, 2024
latino elf
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
IM JUMPING OFF THE NEAREST CLIFF
it was so nice knowing u two
superman
don’t kys ur so sexy haha
what happened though
latino elf
i accidentally tweeted something
about yn.
on my main.
superman
hey man, maybe she didn’t see?
beauty queen
yeah she probably didn’t
latino elf
yeah u guys are RIGHT 😅
she DIDN’T SEE IT!!!
beauty queen
mhm
latino elf
you’re being oddly quiet…
beauty queen
sorry????? IM BUSY
latino elf
yeah huh
superman
you’re crazy
latino elf
oh my god i’m gonna throw up
my friend ship is over with her
she messaged meEEE
HELPPPP
superman
MESSAGE HER BACK???
GO GO GO GOOO BRO
latino elf
no i’m leaving her on delivered
beauty queen
i swear to gods if u don’t message her
jason and i WILL jump you 😭😭
superman
exactly!!
latino elf
it was so nice being her friend 🫤
beauty queen
BRO STFU AND READ HER MESSAGE???
latino elf
ok fine
bye…..
IMSG, “Y/N 🦈” July 10th, 2024
y/n 🦈
leo did u mean to tweet that?
leo 🛠️
tweet what 🤨
y/n 🦈
you know what I’m talking about
you’re not stupid
leo 🛠️
you’re crazy
i got hacked by
jason
y/n 🦈
you’re crazier for thinking I’d believe you
so… u did mean to?
leo 🛠️
i don’t want to ruin our friendship
please don’t let this ruin it
you’re my bestest friend
y/n 🦈
gosh let me talk
i thought you didn’t like me
so i never said anything…?
but i like you, leo. i really do
leo 🛠️
oh my god
are you serious
wait i’m going to your dorm
y/n 🦈
what??
Delivered
Leo looked at his phone for a good second and then left it on his bed, unattended. he ran to your residence hall— it didn’t matter to him that it was quite literally on the other side of campus. he needed to hear you say the words he had been waiting to hear since he was fifteen. he’d always had a slight crush on you, mostly off and on.
But during the summer, he had fallen for you even harder than he thought he could. he never thought that he could love someone as much as he loved you. anyway, he was practically dying as he ran to your dorm! his hair was disheveled, and he was panting a bit. he wasn’t sure if he was sweaty because he was nervous, or because he had just ran to get to your dorm.
He knocked on your door three times.
You jumped out of your bed. you felt like throwing up from how nervous you were. you quickly slid on your slippers, and looked in the mirror before you opened the door for him. (making the poor boy wait). you adjusted your hair, making sure it sat right.
You took a deep breath before opening the door. you almost didn’t, but a voice in your head was telling you that you’d be an idiot if you didn’t open the door. your hands gripped the doorknob, and then unlocked it. leo was practically dying because you were taking years to open the stupid door. you finally opened it, getting met by a disheveled-sweaty-flushed leo valdez.
“Hi.” he croaked out, his voice cracking slightly. he felt like he was on fire, literally. he wanted this to be over with! well, no, that’s a lie. he just wanted to be your boyfriend already.
“…Hi.” you answered, your voice was quiet. you had an awkward smile on your face. you were praying that you would just drown at this moment. you’d much rather enjoy that than this.
He cleared his throat, and finally spoke after a long minute of awkward silence. The two looked at each other “I really… really like you. I.. Uh.. You obviously know that already, but I wanna tell you in person?” he said, nodding along with his own words. his hands went to fumble with the hem of his shirt, anxiously waiting for your response.
“I really like you, too.” You replied. you didn’t feel as nervous as anymore when he started to talk. you felt your face getting hotter, and your smile getting bigger. he grinned at you like an idiot.
He thought that he was dreaming when you said you liked him. The start of something. “Really?” He asked, just wanting to hear you say it again. He couldn’t help but grin like an idiot. He thought never in a million years that you’d ever like him! You were totally out of his league. you were so awesome, so pretty, and so sweet.
You nodded again, rolling your eyes. “Yes, really.”
THREE MONTHS LATER… INSTAGRAM!
shark_girl
🎶 let the light in : lana del rey (feat. father john misty)
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shark_girl happy three million years with my boy!!! i love u so so so much leo 🫶🏼🫶🏼
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lava_boy who is that sexy man in the 2nd slide
→ shark_girl idk i found him at the store……
lava_boy we’re literally like this 🤞🏼👩❤️💋👨
lava_boy te quiero !!
→ shark_girl 🤍🤍
lava_boy ugh why do we literally solo everyone in new rome
→ shark_girl ntm on percabeth !!!!
→ percysbeth 🫡🫡
pipermstealer yeah you’re welcome 🥱
→ supermantaylorsversion i did all the work
→ pipermstealer i gave u the idea
→ lava_boy thank u jason 😒 thank u piper 🙄
→ pipermstealer i hope she leaves u
→ shark_girl woah guys no need to say that
percysbeth i support 🤫 (pls cook for me leo)
→ lava_boy on it 😎
lava_boy
🎶 ivy : frank ocean
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lava_boy I would like to thank poseidon for being a father to my wonderful girlfriend of THREE DECADES 😎
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shark_girl I THOUGHT THAT I WAS DREAMIN’ WHEN U SAID U LOVEEEE MEEE 😭😭😭
→ lava_boy the start of nothin 🦈
shark_girl i’m taylor lautner
→ lava_boy FORREAL
shark_girl hi bf 👩❤️💋👨
→ lava_boy hello girlfriend.
→ shark_girl 😭😭😭
pipermstealer no because you guys are actually cute
→ lava_boy ACTUALLY cute 🤨
→ pipermstealer what do u want me to say yall are actually ugly
→ shark_girl pipe it down a notch 😔
supermantaylorsversion he’s a romantic now
→ lava_boy erm i’ve always been one get out 🤓
percysbeth no cause yn has actually dressed up as a shark
→ lava_boy send pics or it didn’t happen
→ percysbeth check imsg
→ shark_girl i thought that was PRIVATE
→ lava_boy LMFAOO U LOOKED SO GOOFY
→ shark_girl you’re done….
｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ hello….. first smau done 😎 hopefully u really like this bc i died ten times whilst making it !!! uhmm pls lmk what you thought about it 🥲!!! i was sort of rushing at the end, so umm.. shhh 🤫…. @thelostheroo @amoosarte
also i will have a master list soon….???? (hopefully) and my requests are OPEN! so, plsplsplspls request…. con amor, mo!
#𐙚 graceslcver#₊˚ ⊹ my writings#leo valdez#leo valdez x reader#leo valdez x you#leo valdez x y/n#leo valdez x daughter of poseidon#heroes of olympus#heroes of olympus x reader#pjo x reader#jason grace#piper mclean#percy jackson#pjo fanfic#percy pjo
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New Year’s Day
in which: leo valdez has always been pathetically in love with you, and he finally confesses on a porch at a frat party
fratboy!leo valdez x daughter of athena!reader
warnings: language, use of y/n
requested: yes/no
a/n: english is not my first language, so sorry if there’s any typos!! :)
leo was sitting on the couch, holding a half-empty paper cup in his hand, observing all the people at the party. his friends, people he didn’t even know, and people he had seen two or three times in college and greeted with a head nod. but you weren’t there. or at least he hadn’t seen you yet.
his best friend, jason, flopped onto the couch.
“why are you here alone?” he asked.
“this party sucks,”
“you haven’t seen y/n, huh?”
leo looked at jason. he had lipstick marks on his cheeks and neck.
“someone had a good time,” leo said, pointing to jason’s face.
“shut up.”
leo sighed and looked at the front again. everyone was dancing to the music, happy, joyful. some holding onto someone’s waist, some not. some kissing someone, some not. some probably fucking someone on the rooms upstairs, some not.
“she said she’d be here,”
“maybe she is,” jason reassured, “but you haven’t seen her yet.”
“the house is not that big,” he chuckled.
“piper said she’s here.”
“maybe she left.”
“for the gods’ sakes leo,” jason hid his face in his palms. “go search the girl, you are not doing anything sitting here.”
jason got up and walked towards piper again. leo took a sip out of his cup. he drummed with his fingers in his left thigh.
he was waiting for you. waiting for a text, a call. something. waiting for you to suddenly sit down next to him and tell him (at last) you love him.
you two met at camp. chiron told you to show him around and you got closer after that. you were always together.
leo saw his phone screen lit up. it was a text. from you.
“porch :)”, it read. he smiled and got up.
jason winked at him from the distance, and something told leo jason already knew you were outside.
he opened the door slowly, and saw you facing away. he approached you, quietly.
“so…” you faced him, “good evening.”
“good evening.” he leaned against the fence, like you, by your side. “i thought you wouldn’t come.”
“and miss percy doing karaoke drunk? hell no.” leo laughed. “also, it’s new year’s eve. i wasn’t going to rot in my room the whole night, evidently.”
the chill air of the night brushed through your hair. leo was low-key staring at you, but could he help it?
you fell into a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s presence. you rested your head on leo’s shoulder, feeling his body warmth.
you could hear the before loud music now faint, the only sound that mattered to you being leo’s calm breathing. he could hear his own heartbeat going faster, and prayed to his father you couldn’t feel it.
“i heard you were going out with a boy,” he said. you looked at him. “what was his name… lucas?”
you laughed, “luke. no, no, i’m not going out with him, we’re just friends. maybe just study buddies.”
then something crossed your mind.
“are you going out with someone?”
you mentally prayed to your mother that he wasn’t.
ever since camp, you’ve had a crush on leo. when late at night you helped him with summer homework. when you reassured him after a bad nightmare. when he forced you to help him with his inventions. when your lives were so miserable you didn’t have time to think about feelings. and now, that your lives were remotely normal and you did have time to think about relationships, it would suck to know some other girl was faster than you.
“no”, he said, and you breathed out even though you didn’t know you were holding it, “i’m not dating anyone.”
“would you like to?” you asked, hoping for him to take the hint.
you heard cheering inside the house, clapping and the music got louder. you checked the time in your phone. 0:00, January 1st.
“happy new year leo,” you smiled sweetly at him, his eyes darted from your eyes to your lips.
“happy new year. and i would love to,” he said. “to date someone. well… not someone, you. i want to date y…”
you cut him off by kissing him. he hesitated a few seconds, but then he kissed you back, placing his hands in your waist. you placed yours in his neck, gently touching his curls.
you felt his smile on the kiss. you imagined your first kiss differently, but this was perfect.
now, you didn’t have to save the world. to risk your lives everyday. so you could dedicate entirely to love each other properly.
on the distance, you heard everyone shouting.
“to new beginnings!”
#leo valdez#leo x reader#leo valdez x reader#athena#pjo#heroes of olympus#new year’s day#taylor swift
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"The world is full of horrors, Tommen. You can fight them, or laugh at them, or look without seeing . . . go away inside."
There was very little that Jaime took seriously. Tyrion knew that about his brother
Jaime never thinks, he laughs at everything and everyone and says whatever comes into his head.
“You should think less about the future and more about the pleasures at hand.” “Stop that!” the woman said. Bran heard the sudden slap of flesh on flesh, then the man's laughter.
Tyrion Lannister was as good as his word. He left the rest unsaid; that King Robert would ignore him, Lord Tywin would ask if he had taken leave of his senses, and Jaime would only laugh.
I stopped in front of the throne, looking up at him. His golden sword was across his legs, its edge red with a king's blood. My men were filling the room behind me. Lannister's men drew back. I never said a word. I looked at him seated there on the throne, and I waited. At last Jaime laughed and got up.
“…and death is all around you but their swords move so slowly, you can dance through them laughing.”
Laughing, he dropped to his knees, plunged his head under the water, and came up drenched and dripping.
"Oh, very good." Jaime laughed. "Your wits are quicker than mine, I confess it. When they found me standing over my dead king, I never thought to say, 'No, no, it wasn't me, it was a shadow, a terrible cold shadow.'" He laughed again.
The pool from which the town took its name, where legend said that Florian the Fool had first glimpsed Jonquil bathing with her sisters, was so choked with rotting corpses that the water had turned into a murky grey-green soup. “Care for a bath, Brienne?” He laughed. “You're a maiden and there's the pool. I'll wash your back.”
Jaime sang "Six Maids in a Pool," and laughed when I begged him to be quiet
Steel met steel with a ringing, bone-jarring clang. Somehow Brienne had gotten her own blade out in time. Jaime laughed.
He laughed a ragged, breathless laugh. “Come on, come on, my sweetling, the music's still playing. Might I have this dance, my lady?”
“No,” she said, “no, you must live.” He wanted to laugh. “Stop telling me what do, wench. I'll die if it pleases me.” “Are you so craven?”
Harrenhal, and remembered that was to be their destination. That made him laugh aloud, and that made Timeon slash his face with a long thin whip. The cut bled, but beside his hand he scarcely felt it. “Why did you laugh?”
“Harrenhal was where they gave me the white cloak,” […] Aerys never let me joust.” He laughed again. “He sent me away. But now I'm coming back.”
Jaime had to laugh, no matter how it hurt.
"The knights of the Kingsguard are sworn to keep the king's secrets. Would you have me break my oath?" Jaime laughed.
Jaime had to laugh.
He turned his head to look, but the sound was only his own laughter coming back at him. He closed his eyes, and just as quickly snapped them open. I must not sleep. If he slept, he might dream.
Every crow in the Seven Kingdoms should pay homage to you, Father. From Castamere to the Blackwater, you fed them well. That notion pleased Lord Tywin; his smile widened further. Bloody hell, he's grinning like a bridegroom at his bedding. That was so grotesque it made Jaime laugh aloud.
Jaime had to laugh.
But when the Piper boy started calling them Honor and Glory, he laughed and let the names stand.
Jaime had to laugh.
“. . . the sight of Brienne naked might have made the bear flee in terror.” Connington laughed. Jaime did not.
Piety and devotion. It was all he could do not to laugh.
Jaime did not know whether to laugh or weep.
For honor, Jaime might have said. For glory. That would have been a lie, though. Honor and glory had played their parts, but most of it had been for Cersei. A laugh escaped his lips.
“Hear us roar.” Jaime grinned. “Next you'll be telling me how much he liked to laugh.” “No. Tywin mistrusted laughter. He heard too many people laughing at your grandsire.”
Jaime had to laugh.
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Demons and Demigods Part Five: Written Scene #3: Hercules
Alright, so this scene stars more hand-wavey transition bs than proper writing, but it's so short it doesn't warrant its own post. Now, as mentioned in my pinned post, I love me some dark!percy. This is where it begins. Justice for Zoë 😈
They reach the Mare Nostrum, the Mediterranean Sea, and the Pillars of Hercules.
The seven debate who should go talk to him, Jason and Piper insisting it should be them since Jason is a fellow son of Jupiter/Zeus and Piper has her charmspeak.
Percy says that he and Annabeth will be the ones to go but offers no reasoning as to why it should be them. When Leo asks for said reasoning, Percy just glares him down. Frank and Hazel agree that it should be Percy and Annabeth, and Leo, cowed, does too. Piper decides she really does Not want to deal with this nonsense and doesn’t actually care. So Percy and Annabeth end up going.
Percy torpedoes him and Annabeth through the water and deposits them on the beach.
And there he is, the Dickwad, the Douchebag, the Motherfucker himself: Hercules.
“Who are you?” Hercules demanded, crossing his arms and glaring at them as they stepped out of the water. Percy glared right back.
“My name is Annabeth. I’m a daughter of Athena. This is my boyfriend, Percy, a son of Poseidon.” Annabeth said, laying her hand on Percy’s arm to keep from flying at Hercules immediately. “We came to request passage to the Mare Nostrum.”
Hercules snorted and rolled his eyes. Percy bit back a snarl. Annabeth tightened her grip on Percy’s arm. She knew why Percy was so angry; he’d told her about Zoë and what Hercules had done to her, about his time with her on the quest to rescue Artemis. And she was angry too. Part of her wanted to let Percy at him right here and now, part of her wanted to join in. But she also knew that they should at least gain passage to the Mediterranean first before she let Percy unleash himself on Hercules. So she held him back and waited for the right moment.
“And just why should I let you through, hm?” Hercules said, sounding unbothered. Percy opened his mouth, no doubt with a smartass retort on the tip of his tongue, but Annabeth spoke first.
“The Earth Mother is waking. Her children, the Giants, congregate in Athens, preparing to raise her on the Feast of Fortuna. It’s unsafe to travel over land, so in order to stop her we must travel by sea. This is the fastest route to where we need to go.” Annabeth explained, even though she was sure that Hercules already knew what was going on, there was no way he couldn’t.
Hercules scoffed and shook his head. “I’m well aware of what Gaea and the Giants are up to. I asked why you think I should let you through. Not why you wanted me to.”
Alright. Annabeth was going to give him one last chance to do this the easy way. And then no more playing nice.
“Either you let us through, or we make you.” She let go of Percy and crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at the cocky son of Zeus. She felt Percy tense beside her and struggled to bite back a smirk.
Hercules just threw his head back and laughed. “I thought Athena’s spawn were supposed to be smart,” he said, leering at them. “Even with the sea brat, you can’t hope to ‘make’ me do anything. Maybe if you ask very, very nicely, I’ll send you two on a quest and consider letting you and your ship pass if you succeed.”
Annabeth sighed. She thought he’d say something like that. She looked at Percy and he met her gaze with a shark-like grin. Oh, this was going to be good.
Before Hercules could ask what was going on, Percy was on him.
It was sad, almost, how Hercules didn’t put up much of a fight.
Percy took them both to the ground, slamming his fists into Hercules’ not-so-smug face. Hercules threw him off with an angry roar and stood, stumbling, before Percy was on him again. Hercules threw a punch, but Percy ducked under his arm and buried a fist in his sternum.
Hercules doubled over, gasping, as his breath left him in a whoosh. Percy brought his knee up in a swift jab that broke the god’s nose with a resounding crack. Hercules howled and stumbled back, finally drawing his sword as he glared at the son of Poseidon.
“You’re going to regret that, you little brat,” he hissed.
Percy met his eyes with a feral grin as he uncapped Riptide, twirling his blade once, twice, at his side before brandishing it in front of him. Hercules’ eyes widened as recognition dawned. Percy’s grin grew sharper.
“Recognize it?” he taunted. “I’ll bet you do. I met her, you know. Zoë. I know what you did to her. Just before she died, she gave me her blessing to wield this sword, told me she was honored that I carried it.” Percy let out a low, menacing growl from the back of his throat that made even Annabeth’s hair stand on end. “And now, with this sword, Zoë will fight alongside me as I finally give her the revenge she deserved.”
Now, Hercules may have been good with a sword back when he was a demigod, but his time as a god had either dulled his skill or revealed that their standards for ‘good with a sword’ used to be very loose.
Hercules never stood a chance. Really, he hadn’t had much of one when it was just a fist fight, but as soon as he drew his sword, it was over.
It was clear to Annabeth that Percy was just playing with him, drawing out the fight to appease his own whims. Hercules, however, didn’t seem to realize this. Not that Annabeth could blame him for that, per say; he didn’t know Percy at all, let alone as well as she did. Also, he was never exactly portrayed to be the sharpest sword in the armory. So.
Still, Annabeth stood back and watched with a fond smile as her boyfriend goaded and tricked one of history’s greatest demigods into thinking he was winning their little fight. Now, she always found Percy attractive, but watching him fight never failed to make her go a little weak in the knees. Every movement was smooth and sure, his sword acting as an extension of him. His attacks graceful as they were deadly. He somehow managed to turn a bloody fight into a dance, each flawless move looked choreographed rather than spur of the moment. It was mesmerizing.
Percy twisted and turned, weaving in and around Hercules as he lured the god further down the beach, closer to the water. Percy swung his sword in a slow-moving, clumsy arc, easily parried and leaving an obvious opening for Hercules to attack his wide-open right side. Hercules took the bait, a triumphant grin spread across his face as he lunged forward. Annabeth almost laughed as he fell right into Percy’s trap.
Percy sidestepped Hercules’ rather uncoordinated swing, moving faster than he’d let on he was capable of up to that point, and brought his blade down in a swift, brutal strike.
Hercules’ sword hit the wet sand with a dull thud, his hand still wrapped around the hilt.
Hercules roared, dropping to his knees and cradling his weeping wrist to his chest. Golden ichor soaked into the sand and dripped off the edge of Percy’s sword as he brought the tip up under Hercules’ chin. The god glared up at him, lightning crackling just behind his eyes as thunder boomed despite the cloudless sky. Percy’s sharp, feral grin spread unnervingly wide as he leaned in close, meeting the god’s eyes unwaveringly.
“Pray that I never see you again,” Percy whispered, voice as deep and dark as any trench yawning along the ocean floor. The ruthless, savage rage of the storms of the open sea, relentless and unforgiving in their violence, swirled in his eyes. “Gods can’t die, but they can still feel pain.”
The waves crashed, roaring up the beach to slam against Percy’s back. He stood in the surf, unmoving against the water’s unrelenting force. The silence stretched as the two stared each other down. Annabeth waited patiently, curious as to what Hercules would do next.
“Now,” Percy said, the smile dropping from his lips. “I’m going to put my sword away, and you are going to let my friends and I pass through into the Mediterranean. Okay?” Percy raised an eyebrow.
Hercules said nothing, but he dropped his gaze to the sand.
“Good.” Percy grinned and nodded once, pulling out the pen cap, touching it the tip of his sword, and then returning Riptide to his pocket.
Annabeth walked over and wrapped her arms around her boyfriend’s waist from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder and kissing his cheek. “I love you, Seaweed Brain,” she said, lips still pressed against his skin. He hummed and leaned into her slightly, bringing a hand up to gently run his fingers through her hair.
“I love you, too, Wise Girl,” he muttered, and turned his head to capture her lips with his own in a soft kiss.
“Mm, good,” she hummed, pulling back to smile at him with hooded eyes. “Because you are never getting rid of me.”
He laughed. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Now, take us back to the ship, would you?” she asked, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
Percy twisted in her hold until they were facing each other, then slipped his arms around her waist as she moved to clasp her hands behind his neck. He smiled, and fell backwards into the water as Annabeth laughed.
Moments later, a spout of water deposited them safely back on the deck of the Argo II. The others, who’d been lounging around the deck while they waited, all jumped when they appeared. Leo, who’d been in the splash zone, squawked indignantly when he got soaked during their entrance.
“Oops, sorry,” Percy grinned mischievously, not sounding very sorry at all, and dried Leo off with a flick of his wrist.
“What happened?” Hazel asked curiously. “Is he going to let us through?”
“Yeah, it looked like something was going down over there.” Piper hopped down from where she had been sitting on a crate and walked over.
Percy shrugged. “Eh, nothing to worry about. He didn’t want to let us through at first, but we came to an understanding.”
Frank whistled. “Nice. How’d you manage that?” he asked.
Jason squinted suspiciously at them for a moment before his eyes widened almost comically. “Dude, is that—is that ichor?” he asked incredulously and pointed.
Percy glanced down at his left hand, then stretched out the bottom of his shirt to inspect it before dropping his gaze to his pants leg. “Huh. Yeah.” he said and shrugged again.
“H-how did you get ichor on you? And why?” Leo asked nervously, taking a step back.
Once more, Percy just shrugged and waved a hand dismissively. “He's a dick. Broke his nose, that’s how it got on my knee. I also cut off his hand and I guess it splattered. It’s not a big deal, it’ll wash off.”
“YOU CUT OFF HIS HAND?” Jason screeched, all the color draining from his face and looking about to faint.
“Whoa, dude, do you need to sit down?” Percy asked, startled, and stepped forward, reaching out to steady Jason as he wobbled.
Hazel and Piper leaned in to get a closer look at the golden ichor splashed along his sword hand and shirt.
Frank wheezed like all the breath had been stolen from his lungs. “Percy, why the hell did you cut off his hand?” he said.
Percy gave him a confused look. “Because he’s a dick,” he said slowly.
“So you cut off his hand?” Leo cried.
“I mean, yeah? He deserved it. Honestly, he deserves worse if you ask me,” Percy said nonchalantly, and jumped when Leo let out a shriek and started muttering in rapid-fire Spanish. Jason squeaked and dropped to the deck, burying his face in his hands. Percy shot Annabeth a bewildered look.
At that, Annabeth finally lost it. She started laughing, which just confused Percy more and made the others look at her like she was crazy. She waved them off, clutching her stomach as she doubled over.
“Percy,” she gasped as she tried to get herself back under control. “Most demigods aren’t gonna choose to go toe-to-toe with a god just because they were being rude.” She rolled her eyes fondly at his baffled expression. “And they’re definitely not going to chop off their hand! Also, babe, most people think Hercules is like, the golden standard of heroes, the greatest demigod to ever live.” She shook her head as she laughed again. “You’re kinda the weird one here, Perce. I mean, one of your favorite hobbies is mouthing off to random gods, including the entire Olympian council. Shit, you’ve had beef with Ares since we were twelve, Seaweed Brain. That’s not normal demigod behavior.”
“Hey, the Ares shit is not my fault. He started it! He’s the immortal god of war, why the fuck did he decide to pick a fight with a twelve-year-old?” Percy huffed, crossing his arms. “He started it, and it’s not my fault that I finished it. If he didn’t want to get his shit rocked by a twiggy pre-teen, he shouldn't have picked a fight with one!”
Annabeth snorted. “I guess you have a point, but mine still stands. You’re the outlier, Percy. Not many demigods would turn down immortality to instead tell the gods to be better parents.”
The others’ heads whipped back and forth between Percy and Annabeth like they were watching a tennis match, all with gob smacked expressions on their faces.
“Okay, I’m pretty sure anyone would have done the same thing in my position,” Percy protested.
Annabeth shook her head. “History literally says otherwise. Also, back to the point, may I remind you that your thing against Hack-ules is personal? These guys are going off the impression that you and I went over there, Hercules was being a typical arrogant, egotistical god, and you just decided to cut off his hand.” Annabeth raised an eyebrow as Percy’s eyes widened in realization and his mouth formed a little ‘o.’
He turned to their friends and held his hands out placatingly. “Okay, so I definitely see why you guys were a little freaked out, now, but I promise my actions were justified. Annabeth is right, my beef with Dick-ules comes from some, uh, rather traumatic personal history that I kinda don’t wanna get into right now?” he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and dropped his eyes to the deck. “If you want to know, just ask Annabeth, I guess. She knows the story. I’m just gonna, uh, yeah.” He gestured vaguely and turned to head below decks, then paused and faced them again. “Oh, and we should be good to sail through the Pillars, now. If we want to get moving,” he said quickly, and spun back around to disappear down the stairs.
Everyone watched him go then turned to stare at Annabeth with wide eyes. Annabeth laughed and shook her head. “Oh, no. I’m not doing this right now. Right now, I’m going to go kiss my boyfriend stupid because watching him beat the shit out of a god was really fucking hot.” She spun on her heel to follow Percy, waving over her shoulder.
She bounced down the stairs to the sound of Piper’s uproarious laughter and everyone else’s startled sputtering.
(She does, in fact, go kiss Percy stupid.)
#dndv#dndv scenes#demons and demigods verse#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo#percy jackson#annabeth chase#hercules (pjo)#jason grace#piper mclean#leo valdez#hazel levesque#frank zhang#dark percy#dark percy jackson#zoe nightshade#mentioned#bc im love her and Percy should have been allowed to beat the shit out of hercules in her name#uh I think that's everything for this one. no spn boys sorry
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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)
A/N: Angry women my beloved -Danny
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XLI: Don't Worry, It's All Downhill From Here
"So good to see you again, ma chère. It's time we had a very cold reunion."
Ara hasn't thought about these three idiots since last December, but it's clear they haven't forgotten about them. Younger Ara would consider it flattering, but now she's annoyed and on the verge of another crisis if they don't bring Leo back.
"Muffins," Cal points to Piper's cornucopia after it spits food abruptly, Ara only remembers his name because he couldn't say more than a few words at a time. "Muffins are good."
"Ah, merci," Zethes winks at the girls, making Ara want to be killed faster. "I knew the pretty girl would miss me."
"This is great, exactly what I needed," Ara grumbles, trying to release her feet.
"You've grown, Jackson," Zethes continues in French. "I'm willing to ignore my orders if you promise me a good time."
"How about you come closer and I show you where my sword fits?" She replies in a bad mood.
Piper tries to use charmspeak. "Let my friends go."
Zethes stiffens in place. "We should let your friends go."
"Yes," Cal drops his muffin.
"No, you idiots! She is charmspeaking. Use your wits."
"Wits..." Cal picks up his food and eats it. "Muffins are better."
"Ah, my beautiful Piper..." Zethes sighs. "So long I have waited to see you again. Sadly, my sister is right. We cannot let your friends go. In fact we must take them to Quebec, where they shall be laughed at eternally. I am so sorry, but these are our orders."
"Orders...? Guys, listen, your sister disobeyed Boreas. She's working with the giants, trying to raise Gaea. She's planning to take over your father's throne."
"Dear Piper McLean," the goddess chuckles. "You would manipulate my weak-willed brothers with your charms, like a true daughter of the love goddess. Such a skillful liar."
"Liar? You tried to kill us! Zethes, she's working for Gaea!"
Zethes squints. "Alas, beautiful girl. We all are working for Gaea now. I fear these orders are from our father, Boreas himself."
"What?"
Ara closes her eyes and tunes them out, then summons Hephaestus's blessing and hopes it works like she wants it to. Her body heats up, and she tries to guide all the warmth to her feet, which is not easy.
"What about Leo?" Piper questions, and the name makes Ara lose a bit of focus. "Where did you send him?"
"Leo Valdez deserved a special punishment," Khione shrugs. "I have sent him to a place from which he can never return. But it is for the best. Leo could not be tolerated, even as an ice statue... not after he insulted me. The fool refused to rule at my side! And his power over fire... He could not be allowed to reach the House of Hades. I'm afraid Lord Clytius likes fire even less than I do."
"You know, the first time I met you I thought you were annoying, but the more you talk, the more I think gods should have some kind of Asylum for headcases like you," Ara twirls one finger next to her head. "Blood's too frozen to circulate your noggin, huh?"
Khione's cold eyes sharpen. "What nonsense are you speaking?"
"You see, dear royal pain in the podex," Ara moves her foot inside its enclosure as the ice melts and hollows around it. "If you'd done your homework properly, you'd know that the daughter of Olympus is in love with Leo Valdez, and if what you're saying it's true, then I've got no choice but to kill you."
Ara turns Almighty into a spear, then slams the flat end on the ice over her feet and shatters it. Khione chucks shards of ice her way and Ara drops to the ground, pulling her flintlock out from the Octopi bag and shooting at Cal with it, but she doesn't get to kill him.
Khione screams in frustration and projects more ice, but Piper shoots warm hams out of her cornucopia to protect Ara.
"Piper, get Festus running!" The girl expands her shield. "I'll hold them!"
"Are you crazy? I'm not the tech-savvy!"
"Wake Festus up!" Ara uses her charmspeak. Piper tenses and quickly makes her way to the bronze dragon. Zethes tries to go after her and Ara shoots him in the wing. "You northern chicken go where I say you can go!"
"You are the mentally unwell if you think you can fight the three of us at once," Khione sneers. "You daughters of love are no threat."
"And yet you have no choice but to fight me."
Ara draws out from her Octopi one of the bombs Leo made weeks ago, Greek fire would be ideal, but it could also damage the ship and she can't afford that while Leo isn't here, so warm popcorn it is. The bomb goes off and it confuses the others enough to give Ara an advantage.
She turns Almighty into a sword and cuts off Cal's wings, the poor guy is an idiot and now he's a flyless one. In the meantime Piper's trying to wake Festus up, as in, shouting his name and demanding at him to open his eyes. Ara can't judge her, Piper undoubtedly has zero knowledge of machines and Ara ordered her to get Festus running. If Piper believes that will work, then so does she.
"C'mon pretty, don't do this!" Zethes tries to reach her. "I'd hate having to bruise that face!"
"Okay, so you're definitely dying first," Ara reloads her flintlock. "I can't stand another second of your god-awful courting, Chad."
"Ugh, enough! I'm freezing you," Khione raises her hand almost in a bored manner.
Ara's anger flares up and glows red, aiming her gun at Khione and shooting at the center of the goddess's palm, she screeches and holds onto her wounded fist. "You stupid girl! What have you done?!"
Ara has been considered inconsequential for too long, she's gonna show Khione how terrible she can be. She reloads the gun again. "Daughter of love or not, I'm the General of Olympus, and you will respect me."
The easiest thing would be to get rid of Zethes first, but Ara is done with fast and easy, so she attacks Cal, he's slow on his feet and has no wings to escape her, but he's Khione's strongest guard. Ara glows teal and summons a small tide to wash over in front of the goddess and Khione freezes it just like the girl wanted.
Ara pulls out a bomb of Greek Fire and chucks it down the back of Cal's hockey uniform, then runs to take cover behind Khione's devised ice wall and she hears the goddess screams in anger when her brother explodes in golden dust.
"Two to go," Ara mutters, drawing out a second bomb.
"Enough!" Khione cracks Ara's barrier and sends thousands of sharp pellets at the girl's face.
Ara covers the softest parts of her body with the shield Leo made for her and doesn't think much of the cuts that she gets on her legs and face.
"Zethes! The bomb!" The goddess demands. The boread tosses something at Ara's feet and she stumbles back. It looks like a weird chunk of ice, yet Ara can sense its power. Khione laughs shortly. "You know what that is, don't you? One wrong move, and your dear ship will be tossed out to the ends of the world."
"Wait, sorry for interrupting your bad-guy speech," Ara replies, deciding to distract Khione until Festus comes back to life. "But why are you here again?"
The girl looks more insulted about her lack of interest than the fact that Ara just killed her brother. "Were you not listening to what I told your sister?"
"I have ADHD and you immortals love your Shakespearian back-and-forths a bit too much, it's impossible for me not to space out."
"It doesn't matter!" Khione snaps. "I will send you and your sister to the ends of the world, I'll take the rest of your friends back to our palace, and you will regret your insolence towards me!"
"Got it," Ara points at the bomb. "This thing has a timer, or does it go off if I move?"
"What?" Khione blinks, confused by her indifference. "I—No. It will go off once the ice melts."
Ara sighs and shakes her head. "Man, that's a lousy design! You depend on the weather a bit too much, don't you think? What if I had ice powers, huh? That is the problem with you gods, you show off and think we can't beat you because you have lots of one thing. Well, I have a bit of everything, so I'm gonna wipe the floor with your frosted ass."
Festus lets out a huge amount of hot steam and Piper recoils with a big smile on her face. "He's awake!"
"My turn to show off." Ara summons another small wave that hits Khione's face and makes her lose balance.
Zethes attacks and Ara shoots him point-blank in the chest, killing him instantly and leaving nothing but golden dust and his sword behind. Ara can't move and risk kicking the bomb on accident, so she searches inside her Octopi and pulls out another popcorn bomb, tosses it a Khione, and the goddess gets covered in the warm, buttery snack.
"She's all yours, Pipes!" Ara shouts, pointing at the sword Zethes left behind so the Aphrodite can pick it up.
Festus roars with energy, shooting large columns of fire into the air and melting the ice over ship's deck while Ara whirls around as carefully and quickly as possible toward the control panels to put them back together.
Piper takes her place in the fight and faces Khione. "You miserable girls!" She screams. "You think you can defeat me—a goddess?"
Ara works as fast as possible and ignores Khione, deeming her unimportant in comparison to the condition of her ship. Her skin starts to glow orange when she speeds up. "Buddy, I need some guidance here! I don't have the sphere, how do I make it work?"
Festus creaks and uses a mix of Morse code and clicks similar to words to guide her. Slowly, the monitors start to come back to life. She won't be able to access some of the cool stuff like the jet propulsion or the automatized ballista, but at least she's got Festus, and Festus controls most of the ship.
"Children of Aphrodite," Khione growls. "You are nothing."
"Don't listen to her! She's scared!" Ara encourages Piper without looking up. "There is nothing scarier than an angry Aphrodite! Jason and Leo are counting on you!"
Piper slashes Khione across the chest, the goddess explodes in a small blizzard and vanishes. Ara reboots the system and turns around to announce it, but then she spots the ice bomb melting on her deck and her stomach drops, she forgot it was there.
"Piper take cover!" Ara glows teal.
The girl hides behind the foremast while Ara turns Almighty into a shovel and picks up the bomb, tossing it across deck and out of the ship. The object explodes as soon as it touches the sea and the Argo II gets thrown onward so fast she can't see where it's heading.
By the time they stop, Jason has melted back to life. He's disoriented and hypothermic, but Piper checks his vitals and feeds him back to health while Ara grabs a welding kit to finish melting the block of ice that's keeping the others downstairs.
"What happened?" Jason asks groggily.
"Khione and her stupid brothers," Ara mumbles, tears rolling down her face while she keeps jabbing at the ice with a hammer.
"We took care of it," Piper eases him, placing the bottle of nectar closer to the boy's lips.
"You... you what?"
"Don't sound so surprised," Piper gives him a knowing smile. "Ara distracted them long enough for me to wake Festus, then—"
"She got rid of Khione," Ara takes a moment to catch her breath. "With her special power."
"What power?" Jason looks at them curiously.
"Female rage."
Piper snorts. "I did my best."
"You gave life to a bronze dragon!" Ara exclaims, pointing at the figurehead. "You pulled a Pinocchio on the baby! What kind of blue fairy magic was that?"
"I did what you asked," Piper replies a little dejected. "Charmspeak is all I have, I'm not a mechanic like you, Strategus."
"I'm not complaining," the girl dries her tears and stands up. "I sound angry, but I'm not angry at you."
"Where is Leo?" Jason looks around suddenly noticing his absence. His eyes suddenly focus on the shore ahead and he frowns. "And where are we?"
"According to Almighty," Ara checks her compass, eyes puffy and tired. "That'd be Notus's palace."
"Who's Notus?" Piper asks.
"God of the South Wind," Ara makes a face. "We'll be here a while."
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In My Heart is a Christmas Tree Farm
Here’s the ao3 link
Summary:
Annabeth, Conner, and Travis plan on going home for the holidays, but Annabeth dreads having to face her parents and their opinions on her relationships, work, and just life in general. She intends on getting someone to go with her for the trip to pretend to be her boyfriend so she won’t have to suffer all Christmas vacation listening to her parents complain. That’s when she meets Percy…
-Chapter 3-
Annabeth spent the next morning laying on her couch, drink hot chocolate, and eating sweets. She felt her phone buzz and she grabbed it off of the coffee table. She was surprised at who was calling her
“Hello?” She said
“So when am I picking you up?” Percy asked
“I never said anything about picking me up?” Annabeth said confused.
“Well you invited me to your friends game night, so the least I can do is walk with you.” He says
“Oh, um around 3:45?” She says smiling
“I’ll be there wise girl” he says and hangs up
She then realizes that he doesn’t even know where she lives.
Annabeth: I didn’t even tell you where to pick me up at
Coolest guy ever to exist: well duh but I know what building you live in so I’ll just meet you outside
Annabeth: sounds good
Annabeth: oh and I forgot to tell you, it’s kind of our tradition to wear pjs to these game nights. And tonight’s theme is Christmas pjs so you better show up in something amazing
As Annabeth settled back into the couch she gets another call
“What Conner” she says irritated
“Jeez, love you too Annabae” he says laughing
“Sorry I’m just trying to relax.”
“Okay well you can wait a second.” Conner says
“Okay Conner what’d you need?” She asked
“Who’s this guy that you’re bringing tonight.” Conner asks
“His name is Percy, the one that I asked you about last night.” Annabeth says as she gets up and rinses out her mug
“Okay… how’d you two meet.” He asks
“Well two days ago we bumped into eachother and he spilled coffee down shirt on accident.” Annabeth goes onto explaining yesterdays events
“Awww has Annabae finally found her true love.” He says laughing
“Conner shut the fuck up before I come over to your house and shove your own foot up your ass” Annabeth says
“Whatever Annabae you know you love me.”
“Bye conner” she says and hangs up roller her eyes
Annabeth watches another movie and then start getting ready. She’s wearing a Christmas sweater that says “Where’s my Ho at” with ornaments and slowflakes all over it, and plaid pajama pants with Ugg slippers. As she tends to her hair she checks the time. It’s only 3:14 so she still has plenty of time. As she gets ready she turns on Christmas music.
Once she’s finally ready she grabs her jacket and heads out of the door. As she walks out of the smartens complex she sees Percy. In a Rudolph onesie. And it has lights all over it.
She starts laughing at him as he walks up to her.
“What are you laughing at wise girl.” He says smiling
“You dummy, I love your onesie.” She says still laughing.
As they walk over to pipers house Annabeth explains who everyone In the friend group is.
“So first there’s Piper obviously. She is beautiful, and she has a good sense of humor. She’s a literal queen at putting together these game nights so be prepared to be dazzled.” She says
“I’m very prepared.” Percy says
“Then there’s Jason, her boyfriend. He’s pretty smart but doesn’t have much of a sense of humor and sometimes takes things too seriously. But he’s a really good guy.”
“Okay…”
“Then there’s Leo. I don’t even know how to explain Leo. He is basically a little kid in an adult body. He makes way to many jokes and can rarely ever take anything seriously. He also physically can’t sit still so he moves around a lot. You too would definitely get along ”
“Hey!” He says with a smile and lightly pushes her arm
“Then there’s Frank. Frank is a super chill guy. He’s a quiet dude. He looks really scary but is really a bit teddy bear.”
“And then Hazel is Franks girlfriend. She’s really sweet and baked most of the food at the game nights. She’s a really good artist too.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“And then there Conner… he’s super chill, and he’s funny. But don’t get on his bad side. He’s also kinda protective of me since I’m like his little sister.”
“Noted”
As they approach pipers apartment Annabeth gets exited. She hasn’t seen her friends for weeks now.
“Also I might wanna warn you, they will probably make some stupid jokes. Just ignore them though okay?” Annabeth says
“Okay. You ready?”
“Yep” Annabeth says opening the door.
Leo, Jason, Piper and Conner were already there. Piper was in the kitchen warming up mugs of hot chocolate. Leo, Jason and Conner were all in the living room playing a racing game on Jason’s Xbox.
Piper was wearing a Santa hat, with a red tank top and plaid pants like Annabeth’s.
Jason was wearing a Santa Claus onesie.
Leo, because he was Leo, decided to wear a Santa hat, a shirt that says “Ask about my big tree” with a plastic Christmas lights necklace and pants that had grinch heads all over them.
And Conner had a penguin onesie on.
“Hey guys!” Annabeth says as Piper runs up to give her a hug.
“Annabeth! Finally I havnt seen you in so long.” Piper says
“I know it’s been a busy few weeks.” Annabeth says as she sets down her bag
“And who’s this?” Piper says looking at Percy.
“This is Percy, Percy this is Piper.”
As they shake hands Jason, Leo, and Conner all come into the kitchen.
“You must be Percy, love your onesie man I’ve heard lots about you.” Conner says as he shakes Percy’s hand.
“Conner what are you even talking about I didn’t tell you he was even coming until today.” Annabeth says blushing.
“I know Annabae I’m just playing around.” Conner says
Leo and Jason both introduced themselves to Percy. Fifteen minutes later Frank and Hazel walk in with boxes of cakes cupcakes cookies and more. As they set up the food table Annabeth went into the living room to help pick out the first game.
“Percy, how do you feel about monopoly?” Leo asked with a smirk.
“I don’t think he’s ready to play monopoly with you and Piper yet Leo.” Annabeth says laughing
“Why not wise girl?” Percy asked
“You’ll see” she says grabbing the monopoly box and opening it.
After hours of yelling, cussing, monopoly prices flying everywhere, and Leo jumping across the table at Frank, Hazel and Frank end up leaving.
“Yeah I guess it’s time for us to leave too,” Annabeth says
As her and Percy walk home Annabeth figures that it’s time to ask him.
“Percy?” She says suddenly nervous
“Yes?” He says
“Um so tomorrow Travis Conner and I are leaving to go back home for the holiday, and um-“ she cuts off
“Spit it out wise girl” he says laughing
“Well my parents are always telling me to get a boyfriend and stuff so I was just wondering if you would want to ya know go with us to Colorado and pretend to be my boyfriend.” Annabeth says really fast.
“I could think of some worse things than spending the week with you.” He says smiling.
She looks down blushing.
“I’ll just have to find a ticket tonight. And let my mom know I won’t be here for Christmas.”
“Okay are you sure? I mean I could pay for your ticket if you want.” Annabeth says
“Of course wise girl. And no it’s fine I’ll pay for my own ticket. Like what could be so bad about visiting your parents?” Percy says as they make it to her apartment.
“Oh you don’t even know.” Annabeth says with a small apologetic smile.
As she gets into bed that night she texts Percy.
Annabeth: our flight is at 11:00 am tmr
Coolest guy ever to exist: okay I’m booking a ticket right now
Annabeth: ok are you sure I can’t buy it for you
Coolest guy ever to exist: I’m sure Annabeth. I’ll see you tmr bright and early.
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WHG Prompt 4 - Temper Temper
Lyra loses her temper a little and smashes a TV
Taglist: @concealeddarkness13 @maple-writes @pied-piper-of-hamlet @pen-of-roses @ratracechronicler
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Right, the train. She remembered this from last time.
Last time she was bowled over with curiosity at the train, but she’d been on a few since last time. Still, she was surprised how spacious it seemed. How fast it moved.
She swiped a few plates of food for herself and made her way to where screens displayed the other tributes, both already chosen and the ones that were still being chosen. If she was going to try and help, she wanted a better idea of who might need her help and who might be able to help her. She watched closely this time, paying attention to the tributes, the way they stood, what was being said, who they were already talking about being favorites. Who was going to need an ally, who was going to be a problem. Which of them seemed to have winning on the mind versus those that simply looked like they wanted to get out.
A commotion caught her ear, and she listened as the one who was calling names harassed the other tribute that had been selected in the same district. Chewed lightly on a bit of something gummy that tasted a bit like cheese and relaxed a little against a table, keeping her attention on the conversation. Waited for it to finish and for the same name-caller person to stroll up to her.
“Now…” he checked something in his hands before looking back up at her. “Lyra, was it?”
She gave a noncommittal shrug and made some sort of noise, eyeing him. He seemed to try and smooth his suit down and contain irritation, but wasn’t doing a very good job of it.
He tried to recover. “So, I believe you’re new to our district. First time in the games?”
She shook her head and gave another shrug, watching his irritation build.
“Well if you have any–”
“You’re just a citizen, right?” The question caught him off-guard. She finally looked directly at him, waiting for an answer that was a short affirmation.
“I’m–”
“I don’t care. I’m asking if you have any right to treat us like some sort of vehicle just to get you from where you are now to wherever it is you want to be.” She leaned forward a little bit and gave him a grin wide enough to see the sharper bits of her teeth near the back of her smile. “You want to get out of here, right? That’s why you threatened the other one by telling them you could make their life a living hell unless they made you look good so you don’t have to come back? Sounds like you got owned enough, but let me add to the sentiment.”
She gave a small laugh and turned fully to him, putting her hands behind her back and leaning in with the same unnervingly wide smile. “If you torment us by acting like we’re feral animals put on display that you’ve somehow tamed, I will in fact act like a feral animal that you have not managed to tame.”
To make her point, Lyra jumped up on the seats on one side, climbed and shoved off the windows, using her length to jump for the roof of the train. She managed a grab at the metal bracers there and swung her full weight into the screen on the far wall, hitting it with both her feet square against the surface and smiling at the cracks. She let go of the bracers and pushed off the screen in one motion, the thing snapping off the wall as she spun and twisted enough to land on her feet directly in front of the same man who had backed away. She got directly in front of him and smiled sweetly, hands behind her back again.
“Now…what was it you said? Your goal is to look good to your high-borns? How do you think that’ll play to them?”
He started to get properly angry, going to grab her by the arm in an angry spout that she imagined was designed to tell her off. So she just hauled off and bit him, latching onto the fussy fabric that tore under her jaw as he yanked it back and made a complaint about his suit. Sounded like a cover for the fear that was taking over in his eyes.
She tugged at the fabric and made a face. “Ugh, that tastes and smells as nasty as it looks. The least you could do is wash your suit with something that has a flavor and a good smell. You look like you could afford to do that.”
He started muttering as he backed away, Lyra debating whether or not she should haul off and ram him with her horns. But before she could decide -- the voice of her Qwkas already getting after her and begging her not to use her horns in such a manner -- he was already retreating, so she just waved with a smile.
“Thanks for the bit of your suit!!” she called after him. “I’ll keep it so I can remember what you smell like in case I need to hunt you down later like a dog!!!”
There was a commotion, and it sounded like someone was coming to check on the commotion. Lyra glanced at the screen with a pout before grabbing a muffin with something caked on the top, stuffing it in her mouth, and taking off.
Her Qwkas always warned her that her wild temperament would get her in trouble some day. Now she had to go hide out until they gave up looking for the troublemaker and then find a screen so she could resume watching the reaping.
#Qwkas is the title for a tutor of the royals/highborns of her territory#I got to writing this again#yaaaaaay#lol#Lyra is an uncontrollable wildcat#and somewhere out there her tutor just got the sudden urge to hang his head and groan
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Welcome to Nowhere: Disrespect the Dead
The sky is clear of any clouds, yet it is gloomy and gray. As far as you can tell, the sun remains hidden. Ash drifts down from the sky, littering the black soil on which you stand. The landscape on which hundreds upon hundreds of graves sit is completely flat and seemingly infinite.
“Whoah,” Emerson says behind you.
“Creepy looking, huh?” Gaia asks, clapping him on the shoulder.
Creepy looking indeed. Not only has the landscape been seemingly scorched, but there isn’t a single sign of life here. There are no trees, bushes, or plants of any kind. Not even grass. There are no insects or birds, and it is far too silent for your liking. Even if this is a resting place for the dead, there should still be some kind of life. Furthermore…
“Where’s the monster?” you ask, turning to look at Gaia.
Gaia only shrugs in response, looking to Bea instead.
Bea, who is panting now, stubbornly sits down.
Gaia groans. “Really?” they say, throwing their hands in the air. “Now? Couldn’t you have done this after finding the monster?”
Bea, of course, does not respond. She tilts her head at Gaia quizzically, continuing to pant. She lays down, resting her head on her front two paws. Her body is long enough to curl around multiple gravestones, and you find yourself slightly disturbed. You’re not sure why.
“What?” Emerson asks. “What is it?”
“She’s tired,” Gaia explains, pinching something on the surface of their planet. “She does this occasionally when she wants to lay around for a while. Can’t blame her… we’ve been in those tunnels for a long while without any rest. She’s very stubborn—heh, just like me—so we’re not likely to get her to resume her tracking.”
She is panting a lot… maybe she’s thirsty. It’s been a while since she drank anything. Wait… it has, hasn’t it? Have you ever seen her drink? You know she must have drank something somewhat recently. Maybe you should give her some water. Do you have any water? When was the last time you—
“Well, the monster’s around here somewhere,” Gaia says. “It must be hiding somewhere, but we can find it easily enough. It doesn’t look like there’s too many places to hide around here.” They lift their hand up to their head and survey the flat landscape that seems to stretch on for eternity. “Let’s try searching the graves first.”
“Uhm—when you say ‘searching the graves,’ you don’t mean… digging them up, do you?” Emerson asks, a slight tremor to his voice. You don’t think he likes being here. “I don’t really want to disrespect the dead.”
Dead. Something about that word seems wrong to you. Incorrect. But how could it be? You are standing in a graveyard, after all. Who else would be here except for the dead?
Gaia shrugs. “Not yet. For now let’s just have a look around.”
“Not… yet?” Emerson echoes as Gaia marches forward toward the nearest grave.
Sensing their discomfort, you take their slime-coated hand and give it a comforting squeeze.
He shakes his head, causing his antennae to wobble slightly. “We shouldn’t be here. This place isn't for us…” They stop trying to find a way to articulate their thoughts. “It’s… never mind.”
Gaia wanders off on their own, and Emerson stays relatively close to you as you walk past the rows of graves. Given how flat the landscape is, you would think the monster would be found easily. There’s nowhere to hide. You can’t see the horizon, so it could be too far off in the distance for you to see. That, or the monster is small and able to hide behind the graves. Or maybe it’s disguised?
As you walk, you feel your gaze being pulled toward not just the headstones, but what’s written on them. Most are illegible, covered in black mold and ooze. However, there’s something about the ones you can read that intrigue you.
“Rosalind Alberry,” “João Borges,” “Piper Moore.”
As you read the names on each headstone, you can’t help but feel a looming sense of dread. You’re looking for a specific name, aren’t you? You’re worried you might find someone familiar. You can feel their name, their face, and their voice somewhere behind the wall in your mind, trying to get through.
There’s something else about the graves too. Something is missing, you think. You pause, looking at the grave of someone named “Clara Lunn.” You strain your mind, trying to think of what it might be. Your only response is silence. Nothing. Are you imagining it? No, there’s something, you’re sure of it. There’s too much space left empty on the gravestones. There should be more than just names.
Dates.
They’re missing dates. The year they were born and the year that they died should be there.
“Emerson!” you shout, feeling excited by your realization. “Look! Did you notice it?”
They turn to look at you, confused. “Notice what?”
“The graves are missing dates! See?” You point to Clara’s headstone. “It only has her name engraved here. Not when she was born or when she died.”
A few wrinkles form on his face. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
Before you can explain further, you hear Gaia’s voice calls from the distance. “Hey guys! You might wanna come take a look at this!”
You run toward the sound of Gaia’s voice, stomping over the graves. Did they find the monster? No, if they did, they would want you to stay back. Did they find a clue to where the monster had gone? Did they notice the missing dates too?
You come to a stop when you find yourself standing at the edge of a large pit carved from the dirt—an open grave. Gaia stands still, peering down below.
“What is it?” Emerson walks up slowly behind you, taking extra care to step around the graves.
In response, Gaia points into the grave below. Inside is a coffin with its lid ajar. Bea, who must have finally chosen to resume the search, is eagerly sniffing at its sides.
“Should we look inside?” you ask quietly.
Gaia nods solemnly, but Emerson squirms at the suggestion. “I don’t think we should,” he says. “There could be someone inside. We don’t want to disturb their rest.”
“Yes, but there could also be a monster.” Gaia’s voice sounds almost hungry. “Let’s just have a look.”
You and Gaia climb down into the open grave while Emerson stays above, refusing to go any further.
You look to Gaia, then back up to Emerson who slowly shakes their head at you.
Sorry, you think before slowly lifting the lid of the coffin and placing it on the ground. Strange. You could have sworn it would have been heavier.
Inside the coffin lies a corpse. She clutches a bouquet of dead flowers between her two hands. She’s dressed in a long, lacy, yellow sundress with sandals to match. Red dreadlocks have been twisted into two buns, one on each side of her head. Her most peculiar feature—or peculiar to you, anyway—is her face. While her right side seems human, the left side of her face is entirely coated in wilted succulents, the largest of which takes the place of an eye. They spiral down from her face and continue down her neck and her left shoulder, growing against her dark skin. They twist down her arm and to her hand, curling around, ending with one final succulent on her palm.
Gaia sighs in disappointment. “Not a monster then.”
“So… now what?” you ask.
“I think we should bury her,” Emerson says from above. “That way she can properly rest.”
Gaia nods in silent agreement. “There’s a shovel just over there,” they say, nodding to the space behind the coffin. “There’s just one, but we can make it work.” They sigh, reaching for the shovel. “Well, let’s go. We can’t exactly fill the grave while we’re still inside it.”
“Just a second. We have to put the lid back on,” you say, lifting the lid back off of the ground. Just as you’re about to place it back over the coffin, a voice cries out:
“Wait! Wait!”
You pause. You don’t recognize that voice.
“I’m not dead!”
The corpse springs up from her coffin.
#Welcome to Nowhere: Volume One#my writing#surrealism#writeblr#writing#dreamcore#weirdcore#work in progress#act two#Disrespect the Dead
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In My Head, I'm Yours
Ao3
Chapter 2: Yeah, He's Got a Shot Though (No, Not Really)
a/n: little spicy at the end
Annabeth didn’t have a choice in coming tonight. She had no exams, no papers, and no drafting to do, there were a couple of readings she needed to get done but those could wait. It was spring break, the perfect opportunity for Leo and Thalia to make good on their promise of dragging her to see Thalia’s brother’s band. She hadn’t seen Jason in a couple of months so it would be great to catch up and Annabeth wanted to spend some quality time with Thalia before she and Jason left for California in two days.
Of course, as soon as they entered the bar, Leo was offered to grab them drinks. Hellbent on getting Annabeth hammered. Thalia squeezed her hand, “Don’t worry, Miss Goody Good, I’ll keep him in line.”
They ended up sitting at the bar. Leo was fairly friendly with the bartenders and they were served almost immediately despite the crowd.
“How?” Annabeth asked, gesturing to the line waiting to order.
Leo winked, “It’s all in the looks, baby.”
Thalia groaned, “he has class with Frank. The giant with the buzzcut.”
That made a lot more sense, Leo didn’t seem like he was Frank’s type.
The stage lights flashed and Jason appeared. He headed straight for his purple drum kit and immediately started playing. It wasn’t any particular beat, just sound to hype up the crowd. Annabeth could feel the vibrations weaving their way under her skin. God, she missed live music. She missed going out.
Being a senior at Columbia sucked. For once, she was thinking it for non-academic reasons.
Then a girl came out on stage, she had dark choppy hair and beautiful tanned skin. She wore light brown hiking boots with at least a 3-inch heel, army green cargo pants, and a tight, semi-see-through black glittery top. Annabeth loved the juxtaposition of sexy and not. The girl took her spot on the left side of the stage behind a keyboard.
And finally, another boy hopped on stage. Annabeth couldn’t stop staring at him.
His black hair fell just above his green eyes. His green plaid flannel only made them more enticing. What she wouldn't give to have those eyes staring at her. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so attracted to someone whose name she didn’t even know.
Halfway through the set, Annabeth got her wish. He was staring right back at her. Gods, she hoped Thalia didn’t notice her cheeks warming. There was no force on earth that could make her look away.
When the girl, whose name was Piper—Annabeth found out from Leo—stopped singing, the boy who still hadn’t taken his eyes off her started talking.
“This next one requires a little crowd participation, think you can handle a little clapping?” he asked, “Jason take it away.”
Jason began explaining the clapping system and honestly, Annabeth was trying to watch him but the other boy was bending over to store his tambourine away and his jeans couldn’t have been any tighter.
“Alright, one more time!” Jason shouted.
This time Annabeth did pay attention. After all, she couldn’t be the only one not clapping especially if he was going to be watching her.
The three of them sang this one together. It was the first song Jason had joined in on. Piper had the first verse, they all sang the chorus, then he began singing.
My shrink is telling me I got crazy dreams
She’s also saying I got low self-esteem
He shrugged and met Annabeth’s gaze again. And she’d swear he was talking to her when he sang:
She’s kinda hot though
Yeah, she’s kinda hot though
Annabeth took a sip of her drink and tried not to think about how much she wanted to talk to this black-haired gorgeously talented boy. She did her best to put the thoughts of jumping his bones aside and listened to Jason’s voice, which she hadn’t properly heard before tonight.
She and the Grace siblings had definitely had their fair share of Disney singalong movie nights but it was always goofy. This was different. Jason sounded wonderful. It was almost a shame he was tucked behind the drums instead of upfront singing all night. Though he was insane on the drums too.
Jason:
Sometimes I’m feeling like I’m going insane
My neighbor told me that I got bad brains
But I’m alright though
All:
We’re alright though
Yeah, we’re alright though
Cause we’re the kings and the queens of the new broken scene
And we’re alright though
Jason hit his drumsticks together and counted to four.
All:
They say we’re losers and we’re alright with that
The audience, including Annabeth, clapped out the beat Jason had taught them
All:
We are the leaders of the not-coming-backs
But we’re alright though
Yeah, we’re alright though
We are the kings and the queens of the new broken scene
Before she knew it, it was over. Two hours and three drinks later, the band was bidding them farewell.
“Thank you for coming out tonight,” Piper said, “you’ve been a pleasure to play for. Please give it up for our handsomely talented Jason on drums!”
The crowd loudly applauded for Jason. Thalia was whistling for her brother.
“Now for Percy on vocals, guitar, and a madman on that tambourine!”
Percy. Percy. Percy.
“And I’m your wondrous beautiful Piper on keys and we’ve been Delphi!”
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The first thing Percy wanted to do was get to the bar. He couldn’t risk her running off. Still, he did their after-show ritual hug before sprinting to the bar. Clearly, he hadn’t run fast enough because Jason and Piper were hand in hand and standing right behind him.
“Come on, dummy, she’s sitting with my sister. She’ll introduce you,” Jason assured him.
As they approached them, the air left Percy’s lungs. She was somehow more beautiful up close. He hadn’t been this tongue-tied since he asked Sara Connors to senior prom. Hopefully, this meeting would go as well as prom had.
“Jase!” Thalia clapped her brother’s shoulder. “You were amazing up there!”
“Who knew you could sing?” The blonde girl said.
And her voice was like honey. Sweet and melting on your tongue.
“Thals did,” Jason said, “when we still lived together I practiced a lot.”
“In my bathroom,” Thalia deadpanned.
“The acoustics were better!” Jason defended.
Thalia rolled her eyes.
“Oh, this is Piper and Percy,” Jason introduced. “And this is Leo and Annabeth.”
Annabeth.
“Nice to meet you both,” Piper said.
“Did you enjoy the set?” Percy asked, but he was looking right at Annabeth.
She finished off her drink before speaking, “you’re really good. I’ve never heard your stuff before tonight.”
Percy took the open barstool next to her, “and we impressed?”
“Definitely.”
“Can I buy you a drink?”
She smiled and waved the bartender over.
In an hour, Percy learned that Annabeth liked to intersperse her alcoholic drinks with water. She was a senior at Columbia studying to be an architect. He noticed that she tilted her head when she was considering his questions and played with the ends of her hair while he was telling her stories. Her gray eyes lit up when she laughed and he tried to keep track of which of his jokes made her throw her head back in laughter. Percy thought he’d die happy as long as she was smiling at him.
In two hours, Leo and Jason were playing pool. Though Percy was fairly sure they were making up their own rules. And he knew there weren’t so many tequila shots in pool.
Piper and Thalia were deep in conversation about fashion.
Piper was studying Textile and Fashion Design at Goode College and she was telling her about this lecture she attended on the implications of fast fashion. Percy had heard all about it the day after the lecture. Piper had actually pounded on his apartment door and demanded he sit, shut up, and let her rant.
In three hours, Piper and Jason split a cab home, likely going back to Piper's since Jason's roommate was a tad nutty. Leo was chatting up some girl, it looked like it was going well despite how intoxicated he was. Thalia looked like she was going to fall asleep at the bar. Slumped over holding her head up by her hand.
“Thalia,” Annabeth said, “why don’t I get you an Uber home?”
It was already midnight according to Percy’s phone. He wondered when last call was.
“Aren’t you coming with me, blondie?” She yawned.
Annabeth looked at Percy before turning back to her friend.
“I’m going to stay a little longer but I don’t want to keep you up.”
“Hmm, fine, Uber me.”
So Annabeth pulled out her phone and did just that.
Three and half hours later found Percy in his own Uber home trying not to touch Annabeth before they got to his apartment. He intertwined his fingers and kept them buried between his legs to stop himself from reaching over and squeezing her exposed thigh. Gods, that little black dress was torture. When the streetlights shined through the window, he could tell Annabeth was struggling to not do the same to him.
As soon as they were safe in his own space, Percy lifted her against his front door and buried his hands between Annabeth’s thighs.
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Thoughts while reading “The House of Hades” with my nephew-
1. My girl Hazel already being a boss, you got this girl!
2. Annabeth saving her seaweed brain, nothing new there. And I love to see it. (Seriously, if you don’t love them together don’t even talk to me)
3. Rick- we have talked about you messing with my son Leo. Just let him have a good day with no bad dreams or guilt
4. Kelly is still the worst
5. I adore Frank with everything I have and I would love to be able to change into a dog to sleep too.
6. Okay- someone give my children therapy, because the amount of guilt they all have for things that they shouldn’t is out of control
7. My poor Nico, everyone always feels all weird around him, now I need to go hug my kitten named Nico
8. Frank needed to vent by killing all those monsters, and honestly that’s a vibe
9. I am obsessed with Bob. He can be with my loves Tyson and Ella 🖤
10. “Do you have a pen?” “You’re kidding, right?” “Yes, but can you actually write with it?” “I… I don’t know.” The exchange I feel like everyone wanted to happen at some point
11. Hades playing all coy with Hazel, I love to see it
12. Ohh Bob! I adore you!
13. My girl Annabeth did it once again, got Rachel her message, and my boy Grover came along with her
14. Octavius continues to be the worst
15. About halfway through this book and Piper is borderline set dressing at this point. Like I loved her when she first appeared, but man in the last book she kind of annoyed me and she’s like not in this. I am disappointed. I know she can do so much more! Give it to me!
16. Okay, is it possible for a satyr and a cloud nymph to have kids? Because that’s what I really want to happen for them
17. Seriously why does everyone hate on my poor sweet Nico? I know he’s the son of Hades and like death aura or whatever, but he is my son and I need him to have love
18. Oh Nico, it’s okay. Everyone had a crush on Percy
19. OH MY GOD! I somehow missed that they named the cat Small Bob and I love it so much
20. Honestly, Annabeth pissing off someone into doing what she wants them to do is such a vibe
21. Damasen my poor sweet peaceful giant. I will collect all my little misfit toys in this series!
22. FINALLY Piper does something! And in the most mean girl way! YES! This is what I’ve been wanting from her! This is the Piper I missed and have been waiting on
23. My boy Leo is so fucking smart and I will never get tired of it, I mean he like made a make shift helicopter or whatever as he was falling from the sky!
24. Sassy Leo on the beach might be my favorite
25. Okay… Calypso and Leo… I kind of like it. If she does anything to hurt my child I will RAGE! You hear that Rick?! I will rage
26. They got married!!! And I was right! She’s pregnant! Yes! I love it! 🖤🖤🖤
27. And he brought in Clarice! (And I will defend my love of Clarice until the end of time, she’s a ball of rage and I vibe with that) I just love Coach Hedge so much
28. Frank being a badass, I am always here for it
29. Not me tearing up over Bob being the best and holding the button
30. “Who knows what will be?” Are you kidding me?! I’m not a crying mess! Shut up
31. My Hades babies 🖤 I adore my kiddos of the dead
32. I really like Jason being Nico’s buddy. Like yes! Give my sweet boy someone he views as a friend
#heroes of olympus#house of hades#percy jackson#annabeth chase#jason grace#piper mclean#leo valdez#frank zhang#hazel lavesque#nico di angelo#coach hedge#Bob and small Bob
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Tarzan and Jane
A/N: Okay, so I couldn’t help myself. I finished clearing the Safari park thing in Nuka World and Cito is literally Tarzan. Like I was getting major vibes, and I think Nora was like his Jane. Obviously not in her eyes, but kinda in his lol.
But here’s my weird little rendition of Cito and Nora in a Tarzan and Jane sort of way with Piper added in for a little humor in the midst of all these feels 😅💗
Hope y’all enjoy! 💖💖💖
Word Count: 1.7k+
It was all over. They had shut down the cloning facility and Nora had managed to help Cito save his family.
It had come time to decide what to do about him because she was not entirely sure how he would handle it when she inevitably got rid of the raiders and hopefully got some settlers moved in around the Nuka World parks.
Ultimately, she offered him the chance to stay, telling him that she had some new friends that would probably be moving in sometime soon. He had trusted her and agreed.
Now was the matter of saying goodbye, which was pretty rough in itself. Mostly because he kept trying to speak to her and find reasons to keep her there for longer.
She at long last sighed, deciding to finally tell him how things were going to have to be.
“Cito, I really have to—”
“New friend,” Cito interrupted before pausing, seemingly struggling with how to phrase the words he was looking for.
Nora patiently waited for him, just watching him as his surprisingly intelligent blue eyes shifted around in thought with his furrowed brows shadowing them.
He extended his hand and placed it on her chest, spreading it.
Nora could feel Piper and Dogmeat watching carefully. Piper was not entirely comfortable with him, but she did not say anything. Both of them knew the gesture was mostly pure and he likely was not thinking of it in some sort of inappropriate manner considering Nora’s breasts.
Nora touched his hand, covering it with her own as she watched him and waited for him to utter his next words.
“New friend… have name?” Cito questioned finally, meeting her eyes with that same intensity that he seemed to always have. His gaze was warm and sweet with nothing but affection there. There was a certain presence of desire there as well, and Nora felt her heart hurting for him.
A human raised among gorillas… She was likely the first of his kind that he had seen since he was a small child. It was no wonder that he had a hint of desire and want in his eyes. He wanted human companionship in a way that his gorilla family could not exactly give him.
Nevertheless, Nora forced a smile, looking at him softly as her honey-greens met his deep blues.
“I’m Nora,” she introduced softly. Cito tilted his head slightly, searching her face carefully as he observed her.
“Nora,” he tried out carefully. He then grinned widely, that adorable innocence shining through.
“Nora!” he excitedly declared.
He moved his hand from her chest, grabbing her own as he pulled her forward toward the gorillas that were not too far off.
Nora huffed a little and could not help grinning bittersweetly in spite of herself as she paused next to him. His hand was still outstretched and holding hers, but he crouched down next to his family as he looked up at her.
“Nora stay with family. Stay with Cito,” Cito offered happily, a smile on his face where he was crouched down with the gorillas.
Nora looked down, dropping her chin to her chest. She dreaded having to tell him no. It was not that she thought there would be any physical consequences, but she would hate to see the heartbroken look on his face.
Since she had met him a day or two ago, she had the overwhelming urge to try to help him somehow and to try to take care of him. It was something she always felt when it came to hopeless people or ones that were in need. She had helped him, but now that it was time to part ways, she did not want to leave him behind.
But at the same time, she knew she could not ask him to leave his family to join her and hers, but she also knew that she could not stay. They both had people that depended on them, so it would never work for one of them to join the other.
“I can’t,” she expressed, despising every syllable as she uttered them.
His smile faded just a little. He stood up slowly, towering over her a little despite the fact that he was not very intimidating when one came to know him. Nora lifted her head to look at him, trying to keep a smile on her face.
“Cito… Cito not have friends. But Nora come and Cito have friend,” Cito explained to her, the entire thing extremely pitiful and hurting Nora’s heart deeply.
Nora tried to think of some way to explain it to him. She happened to see the gorillas watching them, and it was then that she thought of the perfect way.
“Cito… You have a family,” Nora told him, and he nodded, glancing back at the gorillas briefly as he penetrated her gaze with his own blazingly intense one.
“I have a family, too. Her and the dog are two parts of my family,” Nora emphasized as she pointed at Piper and Dogmeat. He looked at them before looking back at Nora as she took in a careful breath.
“The rest of my family is waiting at home,” Nora tried to explain, endeavoring to keep her words simple. He was still looking at her longingly and dejectedly, but there was an element of understanding that was starting to set in.
“I have to protect my family,” Nora admitted, meeting him on a level that he would doubtlessly understand.
Cito gazed at her silently and sadly, his eyes glowing with emotion. He had such strong, giant feelings and they overwhelmed his eyes, which were two of the most expressive things that Nora had ever seen.
He was quiet for a few moments before finally speaking up.
“Cito… Will miss Nora. Cito… is sad,” he confessed, and Nora nodded, pain gripping her despite not having known him for that long.
He was wild like a hurricane. He loved quickly and she could not help but return some amount of fondness in reply to him.
Nora offered him a brief onceover before extending her hand as he had done earlier, pressing it to his chest as she spread her fingers over it. His stare never left hers, and Nora swallowed.
“I’ll miss you, too, Cito. I’ll come visit soon, okay?” Nora promised, her voice soft as she spoke to him. Cito nodded, brightening just a little as his gaze lit up.
He paused once more, seemingly trying to find words as he extended his hand again to touch her chest as he had done before. She did not even blink as she watched him and waited him out.
He seemed to struggle, and he briefly brought his hand up to touch her face, his knuckles brushing her cheek affectionately. Nora was a little surprised at that development, but she allowed him to do what he felt like he wanted to do as long as it remained in a realm of acceptable.
“Cito… Cito like new friend. Like, like, like new friend,” he tried to express, and Nora nodded to him, not quite having the heart to tell him the word he must have been really looking for. He was trying to express it in terms of like but given how much he was trying to emphasize like, she knew it was stronger than that.
It had only been around two days, but he must have somehow loved her in some strange, unexplainable way.
“We need to go, Blue,” Piper softly told her, interrupting the moment briefly, and Nora nodded sadly but tried to muster some amount of easiness about her as she patted his chest affectionately.
“I’ll see you again soon, Cito,” Nora told him, and he nodded, letting his hand drop away from her hesitantly.
“See Nora soon,” he nodded, smiling, and Nora nodded to him in reply, stepping back as she turned back to join Piper and Dogmeat. She took hold of the door, opening it as she let Dogmeat out and Piper as well.
She paused as she stood near the door, looking back at him. He smiled at her, his eyes warm where he was now crouched with the gorillas.
Piper had stopped in the doorway and she softly touched Nora’s shoulder. Nora met her eyes, and Piper just looked at her somewhat sadly before tilting her head in the direction of outside.
Nora sighed but offered Cito a small wave and a forced smile as she headed out, shutting the door behind her.
They travelled through the park, making their way to the exit in silence with only the nature noises around them, the sound of the old intercom, and the comforting click of Dogmeat’s nails to accompany them.
After glancing over at Nora a couple of times, Piper finally spoke up, her smile somewhat wry as she spoke up.
“It’s pretty bad…”
“Which part?” Nora tiredly questioned, a definitive heaviness in her heart as she looked over at her companion, Dogmeat trailing along in front of them.
“It’s pretty bad that you told ol’ Tarzan back there your name quicker than you told me when we first met,” Piper dramatically pointed out, grinning a little as she looked at Nora more fully.
Nora sighed deeply but could not help just the smallest bit of a smile in reply to Piper’s goofiness. This argument had been ongoing for a long, long time and it was something that Piper loved to playfully bring up occasionally.
“Look, you didn’t ask and I didn’t think about it when I first met you with everything that was happening around us. And I didn’t get the chance to talk to you until like a day or two later. I was asking around the city and trying to figure out if anyone had seen anything,” Nora tiredly defended herself, playing along despite her sadness.
Piper just huffed, smiling softly as she nudged her with her shoulder gently.
“I’m just messing with you, Blue… I know this was hard for you. I could see that urge to just snag him up like you do every other needy wastelander,” Piper told her with a fond smile and a definitive sympathetic glint in her eye despite her teasing tone. Nora looked over at her somewhat sadly.
“I couldn’t ask him to leave. And I couldn’t stay,” Nora explained, and Piper nodded, extending her arm to wrap it around her best friend’s shoulders.
“I know. You helped him the best that you could. And as far as I’m concerned, you did pretty darn good. I really think they’ll be okay,” Piper expressed, and Nora sighed, leaning her head over to touch Piper’s briefly as they walked along.
“I hope so. I really do.”
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Three's Not A Crowd: Sam x Cis Male OC
Hey hey hey! Here's a smutty new fic with Sam, my OC Léo, and @heavenlife's OC Piper!
Pairing: Sam x Cis Male Farmer (Stardew Valley)
Rating: E for Explicit
Summary: Farmer Léo find himself falling for the loveable Sam. Turns out Sam is dating Piper, the local farmer! Luckily, Piper is down to share her man.
Content: rimming, handjobs
Word Count: 2,615
18+ ONLY!!!
Stupid.
So fucking stupid.
Léo wanted to scream as he walked down the dirt path that lead to his house. He was such an idiot. And he was about to be in a shit load of trouble if he didn’t think fast. Upon entering his house, Léo grabbed his workout duffel bag and emptied it unceremoniously onto the floor before turning it into an overnight bag. A change of clothes, some toiletries, and a few other essentials were tossed in.
He collapsed onto his couch after the bag was packed and picked up his phone. Dialing quickly, he put his phone up to his ear.
“Hey, Emma? Yeah…some serious shit just went down over here. I…can I come down to Zuzu for the night? I think Miss Lowe is going to fucking fire me,” Léo said to his friend. A few quick words were exchanged, and the tired farmhand was officially going to the big city to escape his small town problems.
He had really messed it up this time.
There was a guy in town, you see. A hot punk skateboarder whose blonde dye job was slightly grown out. He was the human embodiment of sunshine and agh, Léo had fallen head over heels for him. It seemed, however, that Léo was the only one in all of Pelican Town who hadn’t gotten the memo that Sam was dating the local farmer Piper. Piper as in, Piper Lowe. As in Miss Lowe. As in his goddamn boss. And he had just kissed his boss’ boyfriend!
Léo knew that she was going to be pissed with him. She had hired him recently to help take care of the animals. He had been raised on a ranch, and when he saw an ad looking for help with farm animals, Léo had jumped at the chance. His life in Zuzu city had been going nowhere, and living in a small town sound perfect. Miss Lowe was the perfect boss. Er, Piper was the perfect boss. The poor woman had been trying to get it through Léo’s skull that he should just use her first name and not her last.
“I’m 26,” she said, rolling her rose colored eyes. She always had those pink contacts in, which had been slightly unnerving at first. Honestly, it added to the idea that perhaps Léo should be calling her by a more casual title. “Calling me Miss Lowe…it either makes me sound like some old hag or like a dominatrix.”
His honey brown eyes fluttered shut and he sighed dramatically. Honestly, he should probably just leave. But that would mean talking to Piper about what happened. Whatever, it was going to happen anyway, and he’d rather quit on his own terms rather than be fired.
buzz buzz
buzz buzz
buzz buzz
Léo cracked his eyes open and looked at his phone. Someone had just sent him three texts. He opened the first one.
hey potato chip~
Oh shit.
Piper’s nickname for him was potato chip. It had been ever since he had his first interview with her.
“Wait, it’s not lee-oh? It’s lay-oh?” Piper had said during their interview. “Lay…like Lay’s Chips! You’re a potato chip!”
Léo had just blinked at her, and she had giggled, immediately proclaiming that he was hired.
And now she was texting him? After…after…
Sammy told me what happened. I’m not mad! I promise!
Cross my heart and hope for pie, stick a cupcake in my eye!
Léo stared at her silly version of “cross my heart,” head spinning. She wasn’t mad? No…that wasn’t possible. How could she not be? He had practically crawled into Sam’s lap and kissed him. And the worst part was…
Sam had kissed back.
Léo was pretty sure Sam would leave that out, but it was fine. It hadn’t been true reciprocation. When Léo’s lips pressed against Sam’s, the blonde boy’s lips had moved too, returning the pressure. Of course, Sam had come to his senses, and shoved Léo off.
“Sorry man I’ve got a girl,” Sam had said, looking anywhere but him. “I mean, I’m flattered but I’m dating Piper and–”
“Oh,” Léo had said, getting up quickly. “Sorry. I…sorry,” And with that he had practically ran away back to his house near the barn, horrified at what had just transpired.
Léo sighed and tapped out a response.
You should be
BAM
Léo jumped at the sudden banging on his front door.
“Oops!”
It was Piper.
The knock that came next was a little bit lighter. It was short and cheerful. Léo squeezed his eyes shut. Maybe if he stayed super super still, closed his eyes, and pretended not to exist, Piper would go away.
“Léo!”
No such luck.
“C’mon potato chip, open up!” Piper whined. “I saw your super emo message saying that I should be mad at you. Come on, let’s just talk!”
“I can hear you Miss Lowe, and I really just want to be alone!” Léo shouted, loud enough for her to hear. He winced as he heard the unmistakable sound of a boot slamming against his front door.
“Don’t Miss Lowe me, Mister Calavera-Cienfuegos,” she snapped. “It’s Piper! P-I-P-E-R! And you’d better open up this door before I kick it in!”
Léo groaned and got up. If she kicked it in now, that would be 4th time two weeks she had done so. And each time, he had to fix it because he was the root cause. Sure he was planning on leaving, but he wasn’t going to leave the door hanging from its hinges.
Trying not to heave a sigh and drag his feet like a dramatic teen, Léo made his way over to the door. He slowly opened it, revealing a short angry blond woman, pink eyes narrowed. Her hair had been expertly styled in two intentionally messy pig tails, and her baggy pink sweater and black miniskirt were neat as a pin. She had either changed out of her farming clothes or she hadn’t done anything at all.
It was probably the latter. Léo did the majority of the work on the farm, but she paid him handsomely so he didn’t really mind. Piper just wasn’t cut out for farm work, and from what Léo understood, had been tossed into this position to “continue on the family legacy” or some bullshit like that.
“I’m coming in,” she said, and pushed past Léo before he could say a word. He let out a frustrated huff, and closed the door a little harder than normal. Piper turned around, but before she could speak, Léo interrupted.
“Look, I…I’m sorry. About kissing Sam. I’m glad you two are together, really. He’s great, you’re great. I just think that I…look, I know this guy name Ricky. He works on my Dad’s ranch, and I think he’d be a perfect fit here on–”
“Léo wait, hold on,” Piper said, furrowing her brow. “That sounds like “I’m about to leave you forever” kind of talk. Saying that another person would be a perfect fit. You know I can’t afford two farmhands. Why would you leave?”
“Because of what just happened!” Léo said, exasperated.
"I said it was okay though! I don't care that you kissed him, I'm not mad!" Piper said, her jewel tone eyes pleading with Léo. He sighed and shook his head.
"Piper, I...look, I need to leave. This is my two weeks, okay? I'm going back to the city. I can't do this. I know it's selfish and I'm sorry. I just can't be around Sam. Not when..." Léo sighed. "You'll find someone better than me."
"WAIT!" Piper shouted as Léo swung his duffel bag over his shoulder. "Would you stay if I said I would share?"
"What?" Léo asked, frowning.
"Sam. I could share him with you! Only when I'm there though, but like...still. I could share! Would you stay then?"
“Share?” Léo said, eyebrows shooting up. “What does that mean?”
“I think you damn well know,” Piper said. “Look…it’s not like Sam doesn’t want it. When he told me what happened he was freaking out. Freaking out because he liked it.”
Léo blinked. “What?” he asked, not sure he had heard right.
“Sam liked you kissing him. He felt like the thoughts he was having while you kissed him were unfaithful, especially because he kept thinking about how good the kiss had been after you left. So…sharing him might be fun, you know?” Piper said, a glint in her eye. “But only if I’m there.”
“Piper I don’t want to see you naked,” Léo said bluntly, and Piper laughed.
“Why, because I’m your boss?” she teased.
“No. I mean yeah, but mostly because I don’t have a heterosexual bone in my body and—do not make that face!” he said, glaring at Piper.
“Oh come on, using the word “bone” is just asking for a dick joke to be made,” Piper pouted. “Look, I asked Sam if he’d want to mess around with you if I was cool with it. He said yes. So…if you’re down for a no strings attached type situation with Sam…”
Léo bit his lip. Was he? He had an actual crush on Sam. Before the kiss, he had wanted to date Sam, not just get into his pants. Would he be okay with a friends with benefits situation?
Fuck it.
“I think…I think I could do that,” Léo said, and Piper clapped her hands in excitement.
“Yay!” she cheered. “You’re staying!”
“Are you using Sam’s body to get me to not leave you on the farm by yourself?” Léo teased.
“Uh…no?” Piper said in a questioning tone, but they both knew she was lying. Mostly.
The rest of the day flew by, and before he knew it, Léo was in the main farmhouse, Sam’s fingers running over his abs.
“Shit,” Sam swore, hands finding Léo’s chest, squeezing his defined pecs. His naturally sunkissed skin contrasted beautifully with the ivory tone of Sam’s hands, the two men looking beautiful together.
“Yeah, yeah, Léo’s hot,” Piper said, lounging on the other side of the bed. She had convinced Léo to let her take her clothes off after mentioning that it would be weird if she was only one clothed. Currently, she had on pink silk panties and a cute lacey pink bralette. She had offhandedly joked that even if Léo was into girls, he wouldn’t be attracted to her tits considering their size.
Sam had set her straight.
Léo had busied himself with stripping to his boxers, angled away from them as Sam lavished her breasts in love and attention, making sure Piper knew how beautiful she was.
“They’re perfect,” he had said. “Fit so well in my hand, love ‘em. Wouldn’t trade ‘em for anything.”
Once that was finished, Sam peeked over at Léo. His jaw dropped, and Piper snickered.
“With those muscles, he’s at least a c-cup,” Piper had teased. “You sure you still prefer these double a’s?”
Sam hadn’t said anything, just reached out and squeezed. In fact, he was still giving those pecs attention, thumb rubbing over a nipple. Léo jerked, and let out a strangled sound, and Sam looked at him, green eyes wide.
“Are you okay?”
“Are you an idiot?” Piper said. “That’s a turned-on sound.”
“Could the peanut gallery please shut up?” Sam grumbled, and Léo laughed.
“You can kiss him, you know,” Piper said to Sam. He glared at her.
“Shutting up!” she said, making a motion over her mouth as though she was zipping it shut.
“She has a point,” Léo murmured, and Sam gulped. He leaned forward and gave Léo a swift kiss, bumping noses slightly. It wasn’t sexy at all, but somehow it still was. Léo pulled Sam back in for a real kiss this time, and he felt more than heard Sam moan into his mouth. Their soft, unsure kisses soon turned heated, and Léo made quick work of taking Sam’s shirt off.
“You look pretty good yourself,” Léo said in a rumbling tone. Sam flushed, and Léo pushed him back down against the bed, rougher than intended. A pleased sound came from over where Piper was, and Léo couldn’t help but feel excited that she was enjoying the show. He might not be attracted to her, but he found himself wanting her to like what she saw.
Léo settled in between Sam’s legs, smiling at the large tent in the blonde man’s jeans. He went to unzip Sam’s pants, paused, and then looked up.
“Watch me,” he said in a deep voice, layered in honey. Sam let out a needy whine as the two locked eyes.
“Holy fuck,” Sam said, eyes wide, as Léo undid his button and then pulled down his zipper with his teeth. The two worked together to shed Sam of the rest of his clothes, and Léo returned to his spot. He knew that Sam was expecting him to get straight to the point, but he had other ideas.
Léo lavished Sam’s inner thighs with kisses and gentle bites. Soon he was sucking dark hickies onto Sam’s pale flesh, purple marks littering his delicate skin.
“C’mon Léo…” Sam panted. His cock was flushed and dripping. Léo’s mouth was practically watering, but he wasn’t done yet.
“Hands and knees,” he instructed, and Sam looked terrified. Léo rolled his eyes.
“I’m not fucking you dry, if that’s what you’re wondering,” he said. “Actually, I’m not fucking you at all.”
Sam looked confused, but did as he was requested. “What are you ahhhhh…”
Léo had spread Sam’s cheeks and licked a long stripe along his sensitive flesh. His tongue circled the area, and Sam’s whole body began to shake. His cries bounced off the walls of the room, and soon he was wailing in pleasure. Léo’s tongue moved faster, but he paused for a moment to spit in his hand before continuing.
Léo’s hand moved quickly to Sam’s cock, and he began to stroke hard and fast.
“Don’t stop!” Sam begged, and he sounded like he was on the brink of tears. Like he was going to stop. An earthquake could start right this moment, and Léo would keep on going.
A sound of pure ecstasy ripped from Sam’s throat as he came into Léo’s hand. Léo worked Sam through his orgasm, and was surprised to hear a loud gasp from next to them. He lifted his face and looked over.
“Had…had some fun yourself?” Sam panted, following Léo’s gaze to Piper. Her hands were in her soaked panties, and she had clearly just came.
“So hot,” she whispered. “God that was so fucking hot…Let me see what you can do for him Sammy. Please?”
Sam nodded, and crawled over to Léo. He kissed and licked at the brunette’s neck, littering his collarbone and shoulders with beautiful marks as he worked Léo’s cock with his hand. It wasn’t long before Léo was seeing stars, cum coating Sam’s hand.
Curiously, Sam raised his hand and licked it. And then he kept licking it.
“You didn’t tell me your man is a cumslut,” Léo said in surprise.
“I didn’t know,” Piper said, eyebrows raised. “But I want to know more. You know what that means, right potato chip?”
“It means I’m coming over again,” Léo said.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Sam said, and the three of them grinned.
“Give your girl some attention, yeah?” Léo said. “I need to wash up.”
Sam nodded, and Léo left for the bathroom. All doubts that he had previously had were banished from his mind. This was going to be a lot of fun.
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WHG 20 Prompt 7 - Ares
Content warning for gore, blood, death, and hallucinations. This one is painful, but also a lot of fun, lol. A much more reasonable 2,600 words. Tagging: @ratracechronicler, @maple-writes (thanks for Asher and Ginger (sorry Ares doesn’t know her name)!), @pen-of-roses, @drabbleitout, @grailfish, @forthesanityofsome, and @pied-piper-of-hamlet!
They didn’t send me over to a stylist this time. Peacekeepers just held onto my arms, taking me to the line to wait after Asher already went on stage for his own interview. I didn’t even try and fight. Most likely, they were going to force me to take the magic again, but at least they wouldn’t hurt Asher. I bowed my head and let them drag me on stage, but when I looked up and saw that Asher was still there, I stared at him. What…why was he still here? Were they really going to make him watch?
I hissed out a breath and tried to struggle, but the Peacekeepers just kept me in place as Elari walked in front of me. I growled low in my throat. “I won’t ever do this again! You hear me?!”
Elari turned to me and held up the vial that glowed so brightly it hurt to look at. “Oh, you will, my dear. The people will demand it.”
And they were making Asher watch! I heard a struggle behind me and flinched whenever I heard a fist connect. This was about me! Why were they hurting him?
Caesar riled up the crowd into a frenzy, and I shook my head as Elari walked closer, but he just laughed. “There’s no use resisting.” He poured the liquid containing the magic onto my mouth, and I tried to keep my lips shut tight, but the liquid found it’s way in and down my throat…and…and…
It burned even worse than the first time I took the magic. I screamed and collapsed as darkness and black fire swirled around me, threatening to engulf me and this entire room. I…I had to contain it. I screamed again, willingly taking the magic into myself and containing it like I had before. It raged against me, but I had gotten control over it before, and I would again.
Asher yelled something, but I couldn’t hear him as I contained the damn magic. Primary laughed in my head as hot blood dripped from my nose. Black flames sporadically danced on my skin, and I had to hold onto the magic tighter. What the fuck had Elari been thinking? He had given me more magic than last time, and this was an occupied room. If I hadn’t been able to contain it, everyone in this room would have been dead! The first time this happened, I was in a safe room, and it took me hours to control it!
I turned into the phoenix and collapsed, squawking weakly. It…it felt better, less like the magic was raging through me, but then I felt someone next to me, and I turned back human.
“Ares, breathe Ares.” Asher. I opened my eyes, coughing, but…I couldn’t see him. Or the stage. Or anyone. Except a melting arena, the bodies of Asher, Chess, Eclipse, Ashira…all burned and broken and staring at me with dead eyes filled with horror. Tears streaked down my face as Primary laughed.
This will be your future if you don’t give in now.
“No,” I breathed. I…I couldn’t give in. I couldn’t give up my soul. But…I couldn’t see anything. Nothing but death all around me. That was all I was. A reaper destroying the very people I loved the most.
Asher spoke through the vision. “You kept your soul once and you can do it again. Primary is desperate. They will tell you whatever they think will break you. They are wrong, Ares, whatever it is they are telling you.”
Even when I closed my eyes, the vision chased me there. It changed into me running through a forest, finding Asher and pouncing. I ripped him apart with my bare hands as he screamed and begged, and I didn’t listen. I just moved on to the next target.
I felt out for Asher, even if I couldn’t see him. And I touched his hand. He was there. “They can’t…destroy my soul. Not unless I agree. And I won’t…” I rasped out.
“Good, that’s good. They can try but you are stronger, and more determined then they are, Ares.”
Chess was next. She had a dog with her, and I tortured it in front of her before moving on to her. Ripping her hair out and gouging out her eyes and…
I gasped in a breath, unaware that I had been holding it. Asher was there in front of me. This wasn’t actually happening, even if I could smell the blood and hear the screams more prominently than anything really around me. “They want to kill you. Everyone I’m friends with.” Tears streaked down my cheeks as I ripped Eclipse’s wings off. “I can’t see anything else.”
“I am not dead. Your friends are not dead.” He reached out and touched me, and I sobbed. He was dying in a pool of his own blood. He…he wasn’t. Primary was doing this. “You can hear me, you can hear that I am alive. Primary cannot kill, not me, not anyone, not in their state.”
I had transformed into the phoenix and grabbed Chess, flying up and dropping her from a dizzying height, hearing her screams as she fell, her body breaking on the ground. “I can’t banish the images though,” I whispered.
Asher held onto my hand—I was stabbing him with a knife—and he held on tightly, and the visions got a little fuzzy. I could see his outline through them, crouching over me. “I know they’re distressing and they’re cruel but they aren’t real.” His hand slid up to my forearm. “You might feel cold and sick in a moment. Tell me what you’re seeing.”
He gripped my arm tightly, and I felt dizzy, having to squeeze my eyes shut. “The visions are blurry.” The crowd sounded far away as it called for something to happen.
“Is it getting better?” He gripped tighter, enough to bruise.
I opened my eyes, but it was just blurry as I bashed Asher’s skull in. “A little.” I grimaced. “I don’t think I’ll be much help in the arena like this.” I blinked, and the visions changed. I could see him, but blood was running down his face, his eyes dead and blank as he looked at me. Not any better. But sometimes, it would go away, and I could really see him for a second before it changed back. “Please stop if it’s hurting you.”
He shook his head. “Don’t worry about me. They are not strong enough to keep this up forever.”
But…he shouldn’t be hurting himself for me. I shook my head, but before I could say anything, a Peacekeeper, also looking like death, came up and kicked Asher away from me, and others came up and started kicking me as I cried worse. Asher was getting hurt. He was getting hurt because of me.
“Let her up.” I blinked and looked up to see Asher standing up and holding…something. And the Peacekeepers were shying away from him. What the fuck? But the visions were slowly fading away.
Tears blurred my vision. “Thank you,” I said weakly.
Elari scoffed. “Either way, she’ll become the vessel. We can wait.”
Asher glared at him. Was…was he ok? Did he do something? Did…did Primary go into him instead? “You’re lucky you were out of reach. You should be ashamed of what you’ve done. To both of them.” He gripped…whatever was in his hand tighter. “No one moves until she is gone from this stage or he,” I just noticed the Peacekeeper’s body at his feet when he nudged it, “will neither live nor die but suffer in between.”
I didn’t process that as I got up on shaky legs and crept off the stage. All I could think of was freedom.
I slid down the wall and sat down in the hallway alone, still crying. I was so tired and aching, and there were still snippets of death. But finally, Primary seemed to fade away, and when they spoke, they sounded tired. I might not be able to keep up those visions, but I will give them to you whenever I have my strength. You will not be able to escape me, Ares Machina.
I gritted my teeth. “Fuck you. I’m gonna keep my friends safe.”
And I will kill them by your own hands once you’re mine.
I growled. “Shut the fuck up.”
They actually didn’t say anything else, so I just leaned my head against the wall and breathed deeply. Not much longer, and Asher showed up. I opened my eyes, but he didn’t look at me, pacing back and forth before walking farther down the hall out of sight.
I stared after him, but then another lady showed up, and she walked over to me. “Ares, right?” She set her hands on my shoulders, and I nodded a bit, still breathing heavily. “I’m sorry all that happened to you and in a better time I would stay with you but I need to know which way Asher went.”
Why the fuck did she want to know? I blinked and frowned. “Why do you want to know. I won’t let you hurt him!” I stood up on shaky legs, and, fuck, I couldn’t do much, but I wasn’t going to let her hurt Asher!
“Hurt him?” She shook her head. “No, no I need to see if he’s okay. What do I need to do to convince you?”
I couldn’t completely trust her, but the only way I would was if I was there just in case. “I’ll come with you.”
“If that’s what it takes, then fine.”
I nodded and pointed the way, trying to follow her, but I was so fucking weak from getting the magic back, so I was falling behind. She glanced behind her and actually walked back and picked me up to head where Asher was. Fuck. My cheeks heated up.
Eventually, we got to a dead end, and Asher was there, claw marks on the wall next to him. He leaned his head against the wall, breathing raggedly. What…what did Primary do to him? Was it me? Did I hurt him?
I stared at him. “Asher, are you okay? Is that…my fault?”
He dug his nails in the drywall. “Leave me alone!”
The woman set me down. “If I tell you to run, you run and you don’t ask questions.” She turned to Asher. “I will do no such thing, Asher. You knew better than to do that.”
I barely processed what she said, staring at Asher. He was hurt. He was hurt, and it was all my fault! I started sobbing. “I’ll do anything, Primary, just bring him back!”
Unfortunately, I did not do this to him, or I would take that deal. They sounded exhausted, but I got distracted when the woman twisted around and ran to me.
“Don’t!” She grabbed me by the collar, and I flinched away. “Don’t you dare Ares Machina!” She grabbed my hair and forced me to look at her. My face felt swollen and hot, so I must have looked like a wreck to her. “This is not your fault. Do not give in over this.”
Asher half whined and half wailed. “Why not? What, what’s the point? What—?”
“No, Asher Sang you stop right there.” She let go of me and looked at him again, putting on leather gloves. “You know better than to think that way.”
I just stared at them, powerless—I was always so powerless—as Asher trembled. Ginger walked closer and held his shoulders, saying something I couldn’t hear.
Eventually, he leaned against her, and she stroked his back. She got him to stand, and I sobbed. He…he was ok? I hadn’t hurt him?
She turned back to me. “I’m sorry for being rough with you Ares, are you alright?” I just nodded, and she crouched in front of me. “I’m sorry if I scared you.” Asher leaned against the wall.
I shook my head. “You…you didn’t. I just…thought I might actually be free from them.”
“Asher told me about Primary.” She glanced around. “And he told me there may be hope of survival. If you do, I promised him I would help deal with them.”
The…the knife. It wasn’t like I could take it in the arena with me, and there was nowhere I could hide it. I nodded and shakily took it out. “The failed experiments…they made this for me. To trap Primary’s soul and kill them. I have to stab it into their corpse.”
“Good to know.” She smiled. “Certainly makes my job easier.”
“I won’t be able to take it into the arena. Since Asher trusts you, could you hold onto it?”
She nodded and took it, and I sighed in relief. I had a place to keep it safely. She put it in a jacket pocket. “I will keep it safe, and I will keep it secret.”
I nodded. “Thank you,” I whispered, glancing over at Asher. He was still leaning against the wall. “Will he be okay?”
She glanced at him too and sighed. “He’s struggling, but I have faith in him.”
He had helped me from getting hurt worse. I stood up and shuffled over to him, tentatively taking his hand. “Thank you so much, Asher.”
He swallowed. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
The woman walked over as well and picked me up again. Fuck. My cheeks burned all over again. “We should go before they send someone for us.”
But I didn’t understand what he had done. He had helped me. Tears blurred my vision. “You protected me. Thank you.”
The woman just gestured for Asher to follow as she started walking. Asher wiped at his face. “He didn’t deserve that.”
I blinked. “What happened? Didn’t you kill him?” I had killed people, and it sucked, but he was acting like what he had done was worse.
He shook his head. “He’s gone. Not dead. Gone.”
I still had no idea what that meant. “What?”
“His soul, it’s gone.” His shoulders slumped. “I swallowed it.”
The woman glanced down at me. “Part or all of what Asher consumes ceases to exist. With souls, everything is gone.”
I still didn’t completely understand, but it was probably like what Primary wanted me to do to my own soul. A little “oh” escaped my lips.
“Light, energy, emotions, they are drawn to him, enter him, and vanish,” she said. “You may have noticed it already and not known what was happening.”
He did something he didn’t want to. For me. “And I didn’t help any. I’m sorry.” I looked down at my hands, at the small burns they had because of the magic. My hoodie was pockmarked with burns.
“Asher can uphold his own boundaries.” She looked over at him. “And should have more firmly. But that is not your fault.”
I just started shaking. If I could have been better, I would have not needed his help. If I would have just not told him. Why had I told him about Primary?
The woman sighed and held me closer, and my cheeks burned all over again. Fuck. “I’m sorry you both had to go through this tonight.”
I had to protect him. It was only right after all he had done for me. I had to keep him safe. “Thank you,” I whispered.
Peacekeepers just eyed us as we got on the elevator and up to the District 1 apartment. “I’m just glad Asher found someone he could trust in the arena.” She glanced at him. “Look after each other.”
I wouldn’t let anything happen to him in the arena. “I will. I can now.”
“I’ll see what I can dig into what can be done about your Primary while you’re gone too.”
She was too nice. I nodded, starting to get tired and not knowing what else to say. “Thank you.”
I just stayed quiet the rest of the way up, and the woman tucked me in bed, and I could have sworn that my mother was the one tucking me in and telling me that I’d be okay.
#tw blood#tw gore#tw death#tw hallucinations#writeblr hunger games#whg#writeblr#I wasn't sure if I should distinguish between her visions and reality in the writing but I decided not to because they're real to her now
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