#and all i really remember was that people were complaining that there wasn't enough percy

[justonemorechapternicercy]

Could you do any yandere nicercy?

Hey, anon, let's pretend you sent me this ask a few weeks ago, and not more than a year ago, okay? Okay. ❤️

Also, I just want to let you guys know that I'm going through some things, and I'm not that excited over PJO - or any fandoms, really - nowadays. So, as a personal challenge to get me back to writing and reading PJO content, I'll try to answer the asks in my inbox, writing those prompts. I'd like to ask you, not to send me any prompts for the next... Uhh... Until the next time I post something about it, okay? I'm in two PJO projects that are very important to me (one with Fee, the other with the Camp Elysium server), that I just couldn't touch, so I'd like to be able getting back to them.

Thank you ❤️

Now, back to the story-

Spreading out on the satin covered bed, still a bit breathless from their previous activities, he could hear them talking. He didn't appreciate when people stole Nico from him, when he had to leave their bed so soon after completion, but he couldn't complain. It was Hazel, after all.

Nico would do many things for his step-sister, even leave him all alone in their bed.

Their conversation was quiet before, but now they raised their voices enough he could understand the words they were speaking.

"I'm taking Percy with me," Hazel stated firmly.

He felt his heart drop. The chains around his left leg rattled as he moved, but it didn't bother him. The words, on the other hand…

"No, Nico, you can't keep him here like this! It has been years since he was seen! He wasn't even on his sister's Dark Baptism! This is not right."

Estelle? It was already Estelle's sixteenth birthday? She had her Baptism? That's nice… but that didn't mean Hazel had any right to tell Nico what he could and couldn't do. She had no right to want to take Percy away from his dark angel.

Nico was saying something he didn't hear, and then, "... you're wrong! I love Percy and he loves me! I'm taking care of him, I'm not letting anybody use him."

"THIS IS LOVE TO YOU?" Hazel shrieked, causing Percy to jump again in fright. He didn't like loud noises. They were… not good. "This isn't love, Nico. He doesn't deserve it, you can't force him to stay with you."

Percy furrowed his brows, not understanding what she was insinuating. He loved being with Nico. He loved Nico. He wasn't forced to stay there. He quite liked it, actually. After all what happened with the Dark Lord Kronos, and his servant, Luke… Percy didn't like going outside. Being in a crowd, meeting with people… no, it was not for him. The bed was very comfortable, safe and secure. And he had Nico.

"I'm not forcing him. He loves being here," Nico drawled. His voice relaxed Percy. Nothing bad could touch him if he was there.

"Why are you doing this, Nico?" The witch asked, voice trembling. She just didn't understand it. She didn't understand them.

"I can't lose him. I won't lose him," Nico answered. Percy's heart ached for him. He didn't remember much from before, but Nico told him what it was like. How reckless he was. How stubborn, yet easy to manipulate. How he almost died more than once without Nico to help him. He knew how much it still pained the other warlock. "I love him too much to do that."

"I know you love him, but you can't keep him chained up. It's not right!" Percy started to feel more and more uncomfortable. What right did she have to judge them? To judge Nico?! She knew nothing! It was for his own safety! Nico did everything he could to keep him safe, and Hazel had no right.

"And it's right to send him out to die? No. I won't let him die, not if I can help him." Percy smiled, caressing the black iron around his ankle. Nico would keep him safe.

"You aren't helping him. He is barely living; you are killing him in a different way!" Hazel said sadly. Percy huffed, he hoped Nico wouldn't listen to her. He didn't want to leave. He didn't want to part from Nico. He needed Nico.

He loved Nico.

"Stop lying!" His love shouted angrily. Percy shuddered. Shouting wasn't… It wasn't good.

"Nico…" Percy could barely hear her voice as she whispered. For a few seconds the only thing he could hear was his own heartbeat. 

Then, Nico. "No. I don't have to listen to you anymore. Leave." Percy unconsciously nodded. Hazel had to leave. Before she could change Nico's mind. Percy had to stay with Nico. He needed it.

"Nico…" she whispered. Percy could hear Nico walking, stalking his prey. He knew those steps by heart, he could not mistake them with anything. He was pissed.

"I. Said. Leave." His voice was hard, devoid of any emotion, but it was clear he was at the edge of his patience. Percy could picture him, his face set in hard stone, eyes blazing, mouth pressed in a thin line. He was glad the expression wasn't aimed at him.

"I just want to help! You are killing him, Nico," begged Hazel.

"Don't come back again. You won't like the consequences."

Even Percy through the closed door could feel Nico's power. His eyes rolled back, his body tensed, both with phantom pain and arousal. Nico liked to use his powers on him on some occasions. Percy both dreaded and loved those times.

He could hear Hazel leaving, then footsteps nearing the room. Nico stopped outside of the door, and Percy felt a sudden dread in his stomach. Why was he waiting? What was he waiting for?

His breath catched when the door slowly unlocked, creaking as it opened. Years next to Nico go by a second when you live as long as witches and warlocks did, but Percy found himself waiting impatiently, his body knowing when its owner was nearby but not close enough.

"My good boy," Nico smirked, eyes ranking over Percy's naked body sprawled across their bed, his voice rich and lovely, nothing like the one he used with Hazel. It wrapped around Percy like a lover's caress, so intimate, he could almost feel it.

"She is gone, right?" Percy asked, reaching a hand out, touching those brunette curls, dark enough they might even be considered black. But he knew Nico was a brunette; he could vividly recall any and every part of his lover's.

His skin was soft, Percy loved to touch it, to taste it. He wasn't sure when and how it all started, but he could honestly say he could no longer live without Nico di Angelo.

The warlock leaned into Percy's touch, his lips brushing against his palm in a barely kiss, before knotting Percy's long hair between his fingers, and pulling him up in a bruising kiss.

It isn't sweet. It isn't nice. It's nothing that sort, but it is wonderful and Percy could feel the sparks of their mixed magic dancing across his body, burning him up, like a cauldron bubbling inside him. Their bodies fit together well, like a puzzle's missing pieces. It feels right, like they were made for each other.

Nico moved to suck at his neck, harsh and painful as his sharp teeth grazed at the sensitive skin, but pleasure soon took over with his tongue as a soothing counterpoint. He gives himself wholly over to the sensations, to the pain and pleasure, to the sweet whispered words and razor-edged dark magic that ran through his body.

Nico's nails clawed against his shoulders, pinning him in one place as if he could ever run, his mouth exploring Percy's exposed pale neck as if he's never done it before. 

"Always so lovely," he murmured. "Always mine," he growled, digging his nails deeper, tearing into Percy's soft skin, drawing a few drops of blood.

They stared into each other's eyes; he could see nothing, but swirling blackness, deadly pools of poison, the literal abyss. He wondered what Nico saw in his. He wondered if he was mirroring Nico, or he still had his soul, that thing he signed up to Dark Lord Kronos with his own blood.

But those fleeting thoughts flew away when their lips met again, Nico biting Percy's lips, hard, and the coppery taste of his own blood filled Percy's mouth. It was a familiar taste, welcomed, even.

He just took whatever Nico pleased to do with him; taking the marks he left on his body, the curious fingers creeping down on him to their hidden destination.

"Mm, you are still so open for me," Nico hissed, his lips curving in a lascivious smile, fingering Percy's still loose hole. The slightly older warlock nodded, legs unconsciously opening wider. "You are so good for me," he murmured. He waved his hand, and immediately, his previously hot fingers turned into almost like icicles. Percy shuddered and whined; it was bordering unbearable, yet the contrast between his heated, slick hole and the ice-cold touches could have been enough to send him over the edge if Nico would have allowed it.

His fingers were nimble and sure, painful and pleasurable, knowing how to cause the maximum at both. But they were nothing compared to his cock, thick and long, so big Percy always questioned how it fit into him. But it did; he could feel himself stretching and expanding, accommodating to the girth. His ears were ringing, he could only hear his begging through a thick layer of fog. His cock was throbbing, his hole was stretched to the limit, and he could do nothing but take and take and take.

Nico always knew better than him what his body could take. After all, he could take anything Nico wanted him.

The brunette captured Percy's mouth one more full force, his tongue sliding in and out, in parallel how he was fucking Percy into the mattress. Percy felt devoured, completely at Nico's mercy. He was at his mercy.

Nico's hips continued their rhythmic, mind-blowing movement, back and forth, slower, faster, deeper, shallower, making Percy's body thrumming with restrained power. His eyes were closed as he came, giving himself over to the feeling. He was probably saying something, praises or unintelligible words, but he didn't care about that. He only cared about the feeling of Nico's release deep inside of him, his alluring powers filling him up to the brim.

Opening his eyes, there was a long moment where they stared into each other's eyes, and Percy was falling, and falling, unrestrained into the deep abyss. He found himself learning towards Nico unconsciously, who kissed him once more, their lips moving in tandem, their breaths mixing, limbs tangled together until they were one.

One kiss, another, then Nico moved away, pulling his clothes without speaking, needing to go, do his own thing.

He left Percy splayed out on their bed, naked and beautiful, knowing he can't go anywhere, even if he would finally take off the chains on his leg, he wouldn't run.

Percy was his, forever.

#percy jackson #nico di angelo #nicercy #percico #pjo #pjo fic #yandere nico #lemon #unhealthy relationships

[ladynicte]

Never read TSATS or anything related to it(it’s part of Percy Jackson right?) but I still wouldn’t mind hearing your opinion on it if you have any to share. From what I’ve seen, the new book doesn’t sit well with most folks it seems. :x

Oh Anonnie, if you know me you know I love to talk non-stop about everything and anything so here I go

Putting this whole rant under read more so nobody who doesn't wanna see it has to

That makes two of us I haven't read the full book either and I don't really want to, but yes, it is a sorta side story I suppose that belongs in the Percy Jackson saga

If you are only seeing the opinions from my blog and my adjacents then I will confess a bit of bias because I don't like Will Solace or Solangelo as a whole, so yeah, maybe it sits well with actual Solangelo shippers (?) Who knows I don't go there

But yeah I have seen from the people I interact with that it wasn't exactly stellar writing

Take it with a grain of salt that I already didn't like the premise of the book and I'm not planning on ever reading it full but my opinion is that from everything I have seen it is so bland

Like Solangelo to me have always had the issue that their relationship feels like so sanitized, the whole time they speak to each other like they are trying to get a good grade on couples therapy and it's so grating

Second I don't like Will because he almost had no character whatsoever before the book and a bit on Trails of Apollo, and then now that he does have a character he just gets on my nerves, like for a kid dating the literal prince of the underworld he sure loves to complain about it. I think I dislike how much Will doesn't seem to actually like Nico as much as he seems to only like the potential of what Nico could be

Plus calling him a liar who just didn't try to be liked enough before they got together isn't exactly the best move in my opinion but I digress

Beyond that I have such an issue with all the continuity errors, like that's always an issue with me, even with the original author making mistakes and then proudly exclaiming that he just didn't care and didn't remember, but at least with Riordan I can confidently say that he cares about the world and stories he's built over the years.

With this new author I just don't think they really care all that much about the Riordanverse as a general, and specifically I don't think they care much for Nico either.

He's super ooc basically the whole way through, coming out in front of everybody like he didn't hella struggle with his sexuality and the fact that everybody openly hated him a few months prior.

On that note I feel like all the pop culture references and weird jokes were just stretched so unnecessarily long and missing the charm of the original sagas.

Just as well I do know the author said he re read all the books before finishing the first draft but like honestly with how he just didn't care at all about any of Nico's prior relationships didn't touch on anything beyond what was happening on the book itself and didn't even mention his other most important people by more than name.

Yeah it's bad.

My issue is that besides all the corny writing that feels like it's purposely trying to teach you something all the out of time and context jokes and the characters and whatever I don't like

I really just feel like the person who wrote it doesn't care about Nico Di Angelo and his story on the Riordanverse and that really upsets me.

#i liked the bit about having children with nyx tho that was really fun #i wrote all this while getting my hair done in one sitting and its completely stream of thought so im sorry if some of it doesnt make much #sense #Luna's annonies #tsats spoilers

[introspectivememories]

this take is kinda old but whatever

#did it have flaws? #yeah #but was it good? #also yes #i read the series as it came out #and all i really remember was that people were complaining that there wasn't enough percy #which was kinda the point was it not? #that there were people outside of percy jackson who were important in their own right #i mean did rick do it well? #debatable #(no) #and i saw a lot of people hating leo which i though was insane #leo was one of the coolest characters in the book #(and like i projected really heavily on him) #heroes of olympus #hoo #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #book.rambles

[wands-n-roses]

Prettier Than The Stars | O.W. [TDOF 2021]

Day 1!

A/n: Day 1 of my TDOF! I really wanted to do this for you guys for all the support. So thank you very much. I hope you enjoy this first story.

Warnings/Notes: None really, female pronouns used, Ravenclaw reader

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"You should talk to her," Percy sighed.

"Yeah but-"

"Nope, sick of hearing you whine. Either do it or don't, but I don't wanna hear it anymore."

"Hey, I thought we were friends?"

"We are, however, I hear enough whining from my 6 siblings, don't need more."

Oliver sighed, he understood Percy's harsh remarks. Although it wasn't that harsh, it was on-brand for Percy to be more on the colder side, so Oliver was used to it.

Percy shook his head, "I heard she likes quidditch, talk to her about that."

Oliver nodded as his friend left. She likes quidditch, he thought. Somehow he hadn't heard that about you, which seems crazy since he's spent the past weeks fawning over you and trying to find out everything he could about you. It seems creepier than it actually was. But since you were in a different house he didn't know much about you. Hadn't even seen you until recently when Ravenclaw's got switched into having their Astrology class with the Gryffindors.

He'd first seen you standing against the edge of the railing as he walked up into the tower. You were standing with your friend, talking about whatever. He knew Hogwarts was big, but he didn't think it was that big to where he hadn't ever laid his eyes upon you before.

From then forth he was mesmerized. Every time you spoke to answer a question or laughed it was like music to his ears. And you were pretty, he always thought when he saw you, the prettiest girl in all of Hogwarts. He was just too nervous to actually talk to you or ask you out. Which Percy had been tired of hearing him complain about for a while now. But this time he had an opening.

She likes quidditch, I'm a quidditch player.

This was perfect, he had a way to make conversation with you. Now he just had to figure out how.

Another week past and he'd finally mustered up the courage to say hi. He walked up to you, you were sitting at a table in the library.

"Hi," he said to you, rather loudly.

"Hello," you smiled back, waiting for him to say more.

He didn't though, he was insanely nervous. You watched him stand there for 3 minutes, in complete in utter silence.

"I have to go," he quickly said before walking away.

Weird, you thought to yourself. You, later on, told your friend about it, describing the weird interaction between you and the boy. After your friend asked you to describe him she immediately recognized him as Oliver Wood, the quidditch captain of the Gryffindor team.

You didn't know why you hadn't recognized him sooner. You go to every quidditch game regardless of who is playing and know most of the players, maybe not personally, but at least know of them. And you distinctly remembered thinking he was cute the first time you'd seen him in 3rd year.

"Maybe he likes you," your friend said, interrupting your personal thoughts. "I heard he asked around about you from a few people. Well, I actually think it was Percy Weasley who had asked about you, but Percy doesn't date anyone, and Percy and Oliver are friends so."

"Maybe," you pondered the thought.

As the next few weeks past you tried to shrug off the conversation you'd had with Oliver, but now that the thought of him liking you was in your head you noticed him more. You caught him staring at you a few times. And once when you were watching the Gryffindor's practice you made eye contact with Oliver and he almost fell off his broom. Others laughed but you gave him a sort of half-smile and sympathetic look. You figured he needed it, he never messed up like that before, you knew he was gonna get hounded for it by his team and friends.

One day, as you were walking along the side of the school, you saw him. He was alone, sitting with something in his lap, probably a textbook studying, or looking at a book on quidditch. You really weren't sure.

You decided to approach him.

"Hey stranger," you beamed at him.

He looked shocked to see you, "O-oh, hi."

"What are you reading?" You asked.

"Studying for a History of Magic test," he answered.

"Sounds kinda boring," you chuckled.

"You're in Ravenclaw, I thought you guys liked studying," he joked.

You playfully rolled your eyes, "I'm smart... smart ass that is." You both laughed. "We should hang out sometime," you suggested.

Oliver looked like he was going to explode, in a good way. "Oh yeah, definitely. Hogsmeade is always a nice place to go."

You nodded, saying something about the pastries they had at the sweet shop there.

You and Oliver did hang out in the weeks to come. You both never said it aloud, but it definitely felt like a date. You had fun with him, once he got less nervous and calmed down a bit, he was fun to be around. You hung out a lot over the next month. At least a few times a week, and of course you talked in class and in the halls. You'd become close. It almost felt as if you were dating, but neither of you were sure, and neither wanted to ask the "What are we?" question in fear of it sounding too pushy. Especially since you hadn't been on any official dates.

Although both of your friends had asked countless times, and many thought there was something there. Hell, you thought there was something there. You just weren't exactly sure.

Oliver asked you to go to one of his quidditch matches though. Like actually asked you and wanted you to be there. He asked you to stay after the game too, and meet him by the locker rooms. He said he had something very important to ask. You weren't sure what it could be, but you were curious. Asked him a number of times what it was, but he wouldn't budge. All he said was that he had something to ask you, and maybe give you.

You'd gone to the game with your friends. You told them what he'd said, and they were all excited. You weren't sure why, as they didn't tell you, but they had a feeling he was gonna ask you to be his girlfriend. Even though you'd told them that the two of you were just friends, which was partially correct.

The game lasted an hour. It was Hufflepuff vs. Gryffindor. Cedric was a good seeker, but Harry ended up being better and won the game.

You separated from your friends after the game. They went to Hogsmeade as you all usually did after a quidditch game and you went to find Oliver. When you saw him you walked up to him and congratulated him on the win, wrapping your arms around his neck for a quick hug.

"Thanks," he smiled at you, "I'm glad you were there, you're like my good luck charm these days."

You blushed, changing the subject, "So you wanted to talk to me after the game?"

Oliver nodded, "Yeah, um. I wanted to ask you something."

"Alright, go ahead."

"Well, you see, we've been friends for a little while now. And I have to admit, I really like you. You're prettier than the stars themselves. So I was wondering if maybe you'd like to be my girlfriend?"

You smiled so big Oliver thought you were having a stroke. "I'd absolutely love to be your girlfriend," you said, going in for a hug.

Oliver was beyond happy. "I have one more thing for you, then." He put his bag on the ground and unzipped it, getting out a hoodie.

"I got it for you," he told you, holding it up. "It's in your favorite color and has our initials on the cuff part. Like O + [your first initial]. Do you like it?"

"I love it, Oliver," you took the hoodie and put it on immediately. "Can this be the part where we kiss?"

Oliver smirked and nodded. He put his hand on your cheek and moved in closer to your lips. When he pressed them against yours he was soft and gentle and made sure not to be too rough.

You walked back to Hogwarts hand in hand.

"Am I really prettier than the stars?"

"Every last one."

#tdof 2021 #tdof day 1 #oliver wood #oliver wood x you #oliver wood fluff #oliver wood x y/n #oliver wood x reader #oliver wood fanfiction

[wondernimbus]

a day in hogsmeade — ron weasley

pairing: ron weasley x female!reader

summary: ron weasley may be one awkward lad who can’t hold reader’s gaze for any more than ten seconds, but he is also terribly endearing. 

a/n: @glisseoo​ asked for some ron fluff so i shall deliver

requests are closed for now. please refrain from plagiarizing my work! 

"You do realize you've been staring at me for the past minute, right?"

The redhead next to her flushes the same hue as his hair and puffs his cheeks out, gaze skittering away. "I wasn't," he says indignantly, sounding far too defensive, snorting out a laugh as though the mere idea of it is outrageous. “Why would I be.. ha.. staring at you.. ridiculous.."

[Y/N] shakes her head, grinning.

Ron Weasley is one awkward lad; it has only taken her an hour into their date at Hogsmeade to realize this. Part of her had been expecting it ever since he'd come up to her in the Great Hall three days ago, a furiously blushing mess as he blubbered something about asking her out. Looking back on it, despite him having rambled on in front of her for about half a minute, all she can really remember—all she'd vaguely made out at that moment through his constant stammering—were the words "Hogsmeade" and "this Saturday" and "want to—um—go with me". 

She’d said yes, of course. Ron Weasley may be awkward, but she can't deny herself the pleasure of going on a date with a very cute—and apparently very funny, according to the rumors—redheaded boy. 

And to be honest, his awkwardness is quite endearing. [Y/N] finds herself laughing every five minutes or so whenever she spots him downright staring at her—and whenever she catches him, he always tears his gaze away and pretends to be preoccupied with something else.

Ron does it again now, as [Y/N] surveys the Honeydukes shelves and glances at him out of the corner of her eye. The effect is almost immediate; the moment her eyes land on his, he looks away, hand flying up to randomly pluck a box of—ah, Cockroach Clusters—off of the shelves.

"Interesting choice," muses [Y/N], turning around to properly face him, twiddling with a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans in her hands. "Can’t say I’ve ever seen anyone pick up a box of Cockroach Clusters for their own enjoyment—it almost always has something to do with some sort of practical joke.”

Ron coughs and puts the box back on the shelf. "Was just looking."

[Y/N] purses her lips together to contain the giggles threatening to burst out from behind them. She smiles down at her feet for a moment, lips pinched in a poorly-concealed smile, and then gestures to the row of Cockroach Clusters. "Well," she shifts on her feet, "Have you ever tried them?"

Ron's eyes widen. He practically blanches and says, "Never. My brothers—Fred and George—tricked Percy into eating it once.. don't think he was the same ever since."

[Y/N] laughs at this. Ron looks up, seemingly pleasantly surprised at her reaction, and then laughs quietly under his breath, hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck. "That does sound like Fred and George," [Y/N] giggles. "Do you take after them?"

"Gah, no." They’ve started walking now, Ron keeping pace next to her in the narrow aisle, their shoulders brushing slightly. "Mum would have a heart attack. She’s got enough on her platter with two troublemakers in the family already."

[Y/N] raises her eyebrows and glances up at him. "You sure you aren't one? I’m in your Potions class, you know. I’ve heard you talk back to Snape plenty of times."

Ron flushes red not for the first time that day. "Can't really help it. He’s a bit of a git." And then he adds, "Sorry."

"Oh, don't be." [Y/N] waves a hand in the air as though to brush it off. "You’re not wrong. Can’t keep his nose out of other people's business—you know he gave my friend detention once for disrupting his class when all he did was sneeze?"

"I remember that. Wasn’t that Ernie?"

"Exactly—Ernie Macmillan. Snape made him clean the trophy room."

Ron makes a sound in the back of his throat like a snort. "Ah. The trophy room. Probably didn't have much to clean, then. I scrubbed the bloody hell out of those trophies four years ago when I got detention."

[Y/N] laughs, nudging him lightly by the elbow. "And you say you're not a troublemaker."

This time, Ron doesn't blush beet red; he actually laughs, and [Y/N] is pleased at how he's managed to ease up a little. Shrugging, he admits, "Suppose I am. Not as bad as the twins, though, as I’m sure you know."

"I and the rest of the castle," [Y/N] affirms, giggling. They’ve reached the cashier by now—and speak of the devil; the Weasley twins are standing in line, though their backs are turned. "Isn’t that them?" asks [Y/N] curiously, looking to Ron for confirmation.

But the sight she's met with is rather comical. All the color seems to have drained from Ron's face; he looks like he's seen a ghost. Gaping a little, eyes wide in what looks like panic, he clears his throat and says, "I think we should go."

But luck is not on Ron's side, because either Fred or George—[Y/N] can't really tell which one—turns around, and at the sight of their younger brother, beams widely and exclaims, "Ron! Fancy seeing you here, dear brother!"

"Fred," says Ron through gritted teeth, and then, once the other twin has turned around, "George."

"Shopping for sweets, aren't we?" grins George. 

And then, seemingly at the same time, their gazes land on [Y/N], who stands at Ron's side, amused. An identical flicker of surprise crosses the both of their faces before Fred manages to say, with his eyes darting between the two of them, "Is this what I think it is?" 

"Oh, my." George’s mouth has fallen open in an incredulous laugh. "Is ickle-Ronniekins on a date? with [Y/F/N], no less?"

[Y/N] side-eyes Ron to see that he has tensed and is glancing around as though in search for the nearest exit. She scoffs a little at the twins, and, sending them an exasperated look, scolds them by saying, "Oh, leave 'Ronniekins’ alone. He’s been nothing but sweet the entire day."

Their grins grow even wider. "Isn’t that right?" says Fred, tone still teasing. "Well, I must say: We're proud of you, Ronniekins. See you've finally found it in you to ask out the girl you've been obsessing over for two whole years now."

[Y/N]'s eyebrows rise up in intrigue. Ron's cheeks, meanwhile, flush an even darker shade of red. "I'm not—" he begins.

"And since you two are together—"

"We’re not—" Ron tries again. 

"—you ought to start teaching him how to play Quidditch, [Y/N], you being a Hufflepuff chaser and all," Fred continues smoothly. Up ahead by the cashier, someone has successfully made their purchase; the twins take a step back, moving up the line without even looking behind them. "Ron’s planning on trying out for the Gryffindor team next year, you see."

"What the—how do you know that?” Ron gapes. 

"We’d teach him ourselves," says George, sighing, "But Ron's temper is a little—ah—"

"Fiery?" Fred suggests.

"Let’s just say one time he grabbed my Beater bat in mid-air and whacked me upside the head with it."

An amused laugh leaves [Y/N]'s lips before she can even think about suppressing it. "Is that true, Ron?" she says, tone playfully scolding.

Ron rolls his eyes, grumbling, "That was after they jinxed my broom to let out farting noises every five seconds."

Another laugh. "Interesting," she hums. "Well, thanks for the tip, you two." And then, narrowing her eyes at them good-naturedly, "I’ll be sure to teach your brother Quidditch—with a method that doesn’t involve farting jinxes, of course."

Fred and George beam. They’re up next in line. "I bagsy best man at your wedding," Fred announces, swiveling around to face the cashier.

"No, I do—" argues George, turning around to pile up the sweets in his arms on the counter. 

Moments later, the twins are waving their goodbyes, all the while dramatically sobbing into their hands and saying something about their little brother growing up too fast. Fred pats [Y/N] on the shoulder as he passes by, saying in a hushed voice that he'd totally meant for Ron to hear, "Take care of ickle-Ronniekins for us."

And then [Y/N] and Ron are left in the Honeydukes shop, Ron with a flushed face and [Y/N] heavily amused. "That was.." she exhales, laughing as she slides her box of Bertie Botts' Every Flavor Beans across the counter. "Quite something. Are they always like that?"

"Every bloody waking moment," complains Ron, shoulders sagging as he practically deflates against the counter, leaning his hip on it. "Sorry about them, they're.."

"A bit much?”

"That’s an understatement," Ron comments, obviously still spiteful.

"Did you really hit your brother with his own bat?" she glances at him, eyes alight with genuine curiosity as she takes the paper Honeydukes bag from the shopkeeper with a polite "thank you". 

Making their way to the exit, Ron nods, his own eyes shining with a kind of fieriness that [Y/N] can't help but laugh at. Passionately, he says, "And I’d do it again."

She starts chortling at this, walking through the door as Ron holds it open for her. “Interesting group of brothers, you all are," she enthuses, smiling at him somewhat sympathetically once her giggles have faded. It’s still snowing outside; she pulls the ends of her scarf tighter around her neck.

[Y/N] purses her lips, falling quiet for a moment as though pondering over something, and then, her lips tugging up at the edges, she looks up at him and asks, "And have you really been obsessing over me for two years?"

Ron's eyes grow wide and they skirt away almost immediately, hand flying up to scratch the back of his neck like some sort of defense mechanism. "I—I don't—" he sputters out," I mean—not obsessed—" and then he pauses, as though to start over. Shoulders deflating, he mutters, eyes still downcast, "I've.. always found you really pretty, is all."

[Y/N] scuffles her feet against the ground. The smile tugging on her lips is far too insistent, so she just lets herself succumb to it and grin down at her shoes before she looks up at him, eyes alight with mirth, and says, "It's fine, Ron. That's really sweet of you." And because she has a feeling he doesn't want to talk about his—erm—feelings anymore, she asks, "Do you want to go into the Three Broomsticks next? Grab some butterbeer, maybe?"

Ron nods. But his eyes don’t fail to catch onto the way she’s rubbing her naked hands together—she’d forgotten her gloves. He doesn’t pause to ask and instead takes off his own immediately, handing them to her without quite meeting her eyes.

Despite the rush of gratitude this tiny act gives her (and the butterflies it lets loose in her stomach), she holds her palms out at Ron in a stopping gesture, hurriedly saying, “Oh, no—keep them, Ron, your hands will get cold—“

“Just take them,” Ron says, still abashed. “Can’t have you freezing to death.”

She pauses, another fond smile tugging on the corners of her lips, and then exhales defeatedly and takes the gloves from him, putting them on. “Well, I doubt I’d freeze to death,” she mutters, “but thank you.” Once the gloves have fitted snugly around her hands, she looks up at Ron, smiling softly, and says, “Ready to go, then?”

“Yeah, let’s—oh, blimey. I forgot. Wait here!”

Before [Y/N] even begins to register his words, Ron has disappeared and is dashing back into Honeydukes, leaving her standing outside, bewildered.

Isn’t he something else—leaving his date behind, alone in the snow. [Y/N] can’t help but laugh, giggling to herself as she clamps her hand over her mouth, earning strange looks from Hogwarts students passing by. 

Ron Weasley is awkward and a bit of a mess around her, but [Y/N] finds that it’s quite adorable. And it’s certainly an assurance to know that she’s not the only one venturing into unknown territory—this is her first date, after all. And to be completely honest, she’s enjoying it. Initially she thought she’d be having too hard of a time dealing with Ron’s overbearing awkwardness, but it’s quite the opposite, as she’s grown fond both of it and of him in general.

And that fondness only multiplies when Ron bumbles out of the Honeydukes shop a few minutes later, holding an entire block of wrapped chocolate in his hands, which he hands to her.

“Thought you might like it,” he says, abashed, only managing to hold her gaze for a few moments before his eyes are darting away again. “Would’ve bought it earlier.. got distracted..”

[Y/N] tells herself that the pink blush that is no doubt spreading across her cheeks is most definitely because of the cold and not because of a certain Ron Weasley.

Feeling a thousand things all at once—all of which (so be it) have something to do with Ron—she smiles, all crinkled eyes and dimpled cheeks, and stands on her tip-toes to press a kiss to his cheek.

Flushing, she pulls away. This time she’s not quite meeting his gaze, either, as she says, “Let’s get going, shall we?”

Without waiting for a response, she scurries away, cheeks a blazing shade of red as Ron stands there, hand coming up to brush against the spot on his cheek where she’d kissed him.

#harry potter #harry potter oneshot #harry potter oneshots #harry potter imagines #harry potter imagine #harry potter x reader #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #ron weasley #ron weasley oneshot #ron weasley oneshots #ron weasley imagines #ron weasley imagine #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley fanfiction #ron weasley fanfic

[saigonharrington]

Stargazing // g.w

Well, hello, this is my first ever one shot/imagine and I hope it isn't that bad... also english is not my first language so !TW! mistakes ;)

If I write more cause I have some ideas in my mind, I'll create masterlist (?) or something like that lol, maybe someone should explain me how all the things work here.

Anyway, here it is

George Weasley x fem!reader (somehow related to Diggorys)

There is nothing said about years or hogwarts house, so feel free to imagine it if you want.

It's pretty fluffy, but Fred jokes from time to time about inappropriate things.

It has about 1.2k words, so it's quite short.

Summary: Y/N stays at the Burrow during the summer and talks with George about memories.

Spending time with the Weasleys at the Burrow was always entertainment because these people were never bored. Imagine what an amazing time they had during summer. Y/N came here a few days ago and never had the time to catch a breath. Her boyfriend invited her, wanting to spend some more time together. Harry and Hermione also were here, but they spend all day in Ron's room or outside, looking for something and ignoring everyone. Percy also wasn't eager to have an active summer, he was always drinking tea and reading books, or complaining about everything.

But Y/N, George, Fred, Ginny, and occasionally Bill and Charlie had fun every day. Their splendid ideas about things to do during summer were almost immediately were quickly realized. They had played hide-and-seek, severe quidditch matches, they even tried to cook something, which didn't turn that bad as they expected, but they left so much mess that Molly forbids them to do it anymore.

After some research, they decided to do stargazing and spend (or at least try) the whole night outside because of perseids.

Even the golden trio decided to join in after they heard that we're having supper under the stars, and we'll bring many sweets as a dessert.

"Are you ready to spend the whole night with my family next to us?" George asked, making Y/N blush because she didn't realize this earlier. "Well, we're not planning to do anything nasty, then why should I?" She replied smirking. "It's gonna be cute, you and me, lying under the stars, holding hands…" She dreamt. "And Fred by our side." "And Fred by our side… damn. He'll annoy the shit out of us, won't he, pup?" Y/N said, calling George pup as always.

"Yeah, won't I, pup?" Fred came out of nowhere, laughing at that nickname.

"Fred I swear I'm gonna cut your ears because you're always eavesdropping!" Y/N screamed, hitting Fred on the arm.

"George, why did you have to pick a girl with anger issues? I expected more from you" Fred added, disappearing from the living room, as he noticed that Y/N wanted to hit him once more.

Night came by really quickly, and everybody was outside, lying on the blankets, watching the stars and eating goodies.

"Fred, when did you start calling Georgie pup?" Y/N asked curiously.

"Well, one time I said that sarcastically because I heard you saying that, but it quickly clicked, and I couldn't call George by his name again."

"Yeah, and I got used to being a puppy. Cause I'm cute." George added grinning, so Y/N gave him a wet kiss on the cheek.

"Ew, gross." Said Fred "I'm gonna try to make Ron angry now, be right back soon." And he got up to go to lay on another blanket, shouting at Ginny to move, because he wanted to be next to Harry.

"You know what" Y/N started. "I remember when you were jealous of me, and we weren't even together." She started explaining what suddenly came to her mind.

" Can't blame me, Diggory was around you like 24/7, I didn't even have a chance to talk to you properly. How could I say that you're the one I fancy when he was always there, making you smile, and you didn't bother."

"Well maybe because I didn't have someone to talk to. And he was my only friend. And cousin, therefore he was no competition for you. Although I have to admit that you look funny when you're jealous."

"Since we're calling each other out, do you remember when we were at the lake last summer? And you saw a frog, which you are afraid of, and you jumped at me like I was your superhero. That was hilarious. How can one be afraid of frogs? I mean, it's cute, but you were so terrified, I had to laugh."

"Yeah and that's why you dropped me. It wasn't amusing, I feel like I'm still aching even if it was that long ago."

"Get a room! We came here to watch the stars and talk with each other, not listen to you teasing each other." Ron got angry.

"Are you envious Ickle Ronniekins?" George asked. "Because I can simply call you out. You know, that one night in May when…" He started, wanting to remind his brother about one time when he had drunk too much and cried because Hermione was mad at him.

It's obvious that when there was more of them, the wittier were conversations. Talking about random stuff, and gossiping about the ones that weren't present here tonight, made them realize that they were not paying attention to perseids.

"You know." Ginny said and everyone turned around to hear what she's got in mind. "I didn't see a damn thing in the sky. I'm going home, it's quite cold." She got up. "Harry?" She added, which made the boy get up as well and follow her like a lost puppy.

"Maybe someone deserves that nickname more than me." George made everyone chuckle, except for Ron, who definitely wasn't fond of Harry spending time with his little sister.

"Hey Ron, you can't protect her from everything. She's old enough to take care of herself. Besides, you should be glad, that it's your best friend who's with her, not some random rude bloke" Fred gave a speech which made Ron even angrier because he didn't like when people tell him what is right. After a while he also went home, telling us he needs to play chess to relax and Hermione was eager to join him.

"Just the three of us." Fred said, moving onto our blanket again. "So, what are we going to talk about, pups?"

"About your crush on Angelina." Y/N mocked him.

"Suddenly I'm not interested in keeping the conversation with you, guys. Just don't get too loud, I hear like a bat."

Y/N moved her head from the blanket to George's stomach to lay on it.

"You want to hear digesting food or what?" He joked, playing gently with her hands.

"It's more comfortable here. You know, I thought others will last longer tonight. But maybe we were mending to watch the stars alone."

"Yeah, the sky is almost as beautiful as you. I don't know why they left."

"You're so cheesy, maybe that's the reason. Oh, look! Shooting star, make a wish."

"What does it mean?" He asked.

"In the muggle world, when you see a shooting star, you make a wish, so that it can come true."

"Am I supposed to tell you what is my wish?"

"No. Otherwise it won't come true."

"I am pretty sure it will." He said, kissing her passionately.

Y/N wished this moment to last forever, while George's wish was to be with Y/N forever because he can't imagine his future with anyone else.

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[thewidowsghost]

Daughter of the Sea - Chapter 3

Percy's POV

Confession time: I ditch Grover as soon as we get to the bus terminal.

I know, I know. It was rude. But Grover is kinda freaking me out, looking at me like I am a dead man, muttering, "Why does this always happen?" and "Why does it always have to be the sixth grade?"

Whenever he gets upset, Grover's bladder acts up, so I'm not surprised when, as soon as we get off the bus, he makes me promise to wait for him, then makes a beeline for the restroom. Instead of waiting, I get my suitcase, slip outside, and catch the first taxi uptown.

"East One-hundred-and-forth and First," I tell the driver.

A word about my mother, before you meet her.

Her name is Sally Jackson and she's the best person in the world, which just proves my theory that the best people have the rottenest luck. Her own parents died in a plane crash when she was five, and she was raised by an uncle who didn't care much about her. She wanted to be a novelist, so she spent high school working to save enough money for a college with a good creative-writing program. Then her uncle got cancer, and she had to quit school her senior year to take care of him. After he died, she was left with no money, no family, and no diploma.

The only good break she ever got was meeting mine and (Y/n)'s dad.

We didn't have any memories of him, just this warm sort of glow, maybe the barest trace of his smile. Our mom doesn't like to talk about him because it makes her sad; she has no pictures.

See, they weren't married. She told us he was rich and important, and their relationship was a secret. Then one day, he set sail across the Atlantic on some important journey, and he never came back.

Lost at sea, my mom had told us. Not dead. Lost at sea.

She worked odd jobs, took night classes to get her high school diploma, and raised me and my twin on her own. She never complained or got mad. Not even once. But I knew I wasn't an easy kid.

Finally, she married Gabe Ugliano, who was nice the first thirty seconds we knew him, then showed his true colors as a world-class jerk. When I was young, I nicknamed him Smelly Gabe. I'm sorry, but it's the truth. The guy reeked like moldy garlic pizza wrapped in gym shorts.

Between the two of us, we made my mom's life pretty hard. The way Smelly Gabe treated her, the way he and I got along...well, when I came home is a good example.

I walk into our little apartment, hoping my mom would be home from work. Instead, Smelly Gabe is in the living room, playing poker with his buddies. The television blares ESPN. Chips and beer cans are strewn all over the carpet.

Hardly looking, he says around his cigar, "So, you're home."

"Where's Mom and (Y/n)?" I wonder aloud.

"Your mom's working," he says. "You got any cash?"

That was it. No Welcome back. Good to see you. How has your life been the last six months?

"I don't have any cash," I toll him.

"Here," comes a voice, holding out a ten to the man.

Instantly, a smile sneaks its way onto my face.

"Hey, Perc," my twin sister says with a smile.

(Y/n)'s POV

I grab my brother's suitcase and carry it into his room; I set it down on the bed.

"You wanna come sit in my room?" I ask and Percy nods, a smile still on his face.

I lead the way to my room and when I open the door, Percy sinks into my desk chair.

"Percy?" comes our mom's voice.

She opens my bedroom door.

Our mother can make me feel good just by walking into the room. Her eyes sparkle and change color in the light. Her smile is as warm as a quilt. She's got a few gray streaks mixed in with her long brown hair, but I never think of her as old. When she looks at me, it's like she's seeing all the good things about me, none of the bad. I've never heard her raise her voice or say an unkind word to anyone, not even me or Percy or Gabe.

"Oh, Percy," she hugs her son tightly. "I can't believe it. You've grown since Christmas.

Percy's POV

Her red-white-and-blue Sweet on America uniform smelled like the best things in the world: chocolate, licorice, and all the other stuff she sold at the candy shop in Grand Central. She'd brought me a huge bag of "free samples," the way she always did when I came home.

We sit together on the edge of (Y/n)'s bed. While I attack the blueberry sour strings, (Y/n) stealing a few pieces of candy from the bag, Mom runs her hand through my hair and demands to know everything I hadn't put in my letters. She doesn't mention anything about my getting expelled. She doesn't seem to care about that. But was I okay? Was her little boy doing all right? The whole time, (Y/n)'s eyes were sparkling with amusement.

I tell Mom she is smothering me, and to lay off and all that, but secretly, I was really, really glad to see her and (Y/n).

From the other room, Gabe yells, "Hey, Sally—how about some bean dip, huh?"

I grit my teeth.

My mom is the nicest lady in the world. She should've been married to a millionaire, not to some jerk like Gabe.

For her sake, I try to sound upbeat about my last days at Yancy Academy. I tell her I'm not too down about the expulsion. I'd lasted almost the whole year this time. I'd made some new friends. I'd done pretty well in Latin. And honestly, the fights hadn't been as bad as the headmaster said. I liked Yancy Academy. I really did. I put such a good spin on the year, I almost convince myself. I start choking up, thinking about Grover and Mr. Brunner. Even Nancy Bobofit suddenly doesn't seem so bad.

Until that trip to the museum...

"What?" my mom asks. Her and my sister's eyes tug at my conscience, trying to pull out the secrets. "Did something scare you?"

"No, Mom."

I feel back for lying. I want to tell her about Mrs. Dodds and the three old ladies with the yarn, but I think it'd sound stupid.

Mom purses her lips. Both she and (Y/n) could tell I was holding back, but neither push me.

(Y/n)'s POV

"I have a surprise for both of you," Mom says. "We're going to the beach."

Percy's eyes widen. "Montauk?"

"Three nights - same cabin."

"When?" I ask excitedly.

Mom smiles. "As soon as I get changed."

I can't believe it. Mom, Percy, and I hadn't been to Montauk the last two summers, because Gabe said there wasn't enough money.

Gabe appears in my doorway and growls, "Bean dip, Sally? Didn't you hear me?"

"I've got it," I offer, rising from the bed and walking out into the kitchen to make the dip for Mom.

An hour later, we are ready to leave.

Gabe takes a break from his poker game long enough to watch me and Percy lug Mom's bags to the car. He keeps griping and groaning about losing her cooking - and most importantly, his '78 Camaro - for the whole weekend.

"Not a scratch on this car, you two," he warns us as I load the last bag. "Not one little scratch."

Like we'd be the ones driving. We're twelve. But that didn't matter to Gabe. If a seagull so much as pooped on his paint job, he'd find a way to blame us.

We get into the Camero, me in the passenger's seat, and Percy in the back.

Our rental cabin is on the south shore, way out at the tip of the Long Island. It is a little pastel box with faded curtains, half-sunken into the dunes. There is always sand in the sheets and spiders in the cabinets, and most of the time the sea is too cold to swim in.

Percy and I love the place.

We'd been going there since Percy and I were babies. Our mom had been going even longer. She never exactly said, but I knew why the beach was special to her. It was the place she'd met mine and Percy's dad.

As we get closer to Montauk, Mom seems to grow younger, years of worry and work disappearing from her face. Her eyes turning the color of the sea.

We arrive at the cabin, open all the cabin windows, and go through our usual cleaning routine. We walk on the beach, feed blue corn chips to the seagulls, and much on jelly beans, blue saltwater taffy, and all the other free samples my mom had brought from work.

I guess I should explain the blue food.

See, Gabe had once told Mom there was no such thing. They had this fight, which seemed like a small thing at the time. But ever since, Mom had gone out of her way to eat blue. She baked blue birthday cakes. She mixed blueberry smoothies. She bought blue-corn tortilla chips and brought home blue candy from the shop. This - alone with keeping her maiden name, Jackson, rather than calling herself Mrs. Ugliano - was proof that she wasn't totally suckered by Gabe. She did have a rebellious streak, like Percy.

When it gets dark, we make a fire. We roast hot dogs and marshmallows. Mom tells us stories about when she was a kid, back before her parents died in the plane crash. She tells us about the books she wanted to write when she gets enough money to quit the candy shop.

Finally, it seems that Percy gets the nerve to ask about what was always on our minds when we come to Montauk - our father. Mom's eyes go all misty. I figure that she was going to tell us the same things she always said, but neither Percy and I ever got tired of hearing them.

"He was kind, Percy," Mom says. "Tall, handsome, and powerful. But gentle, two. You have his black hair, you know, Percy, and you both have his green eyes."

Mom fishes a blue jelly bean out of her candy bag. "I wish he could see you, Percy, (Y/n). He would be so proud."

Percy's POV

I wondered how she could say that. What's so great about me? A dyslexic, hyperactive boy with a D+ report card, kicked out of the school for the sixth time in six years.

"How old were we?" I ask. "I mean . . . when he left?"

Mom watches the flames. "He was only with me for one summer, Percy. Right here at this beach. This cabin."

"But...he knew us as a baby."

"No, honey. He knew I was expecting twins, but he never saw you two. He had to leave before you were born."

I try to square that with the fact I seem to remember . . . something about my father. A warm glow. A smile.

(Y/n) and I had always assumed that he had known us as babies. Mom had never said it outright, but still, we'd always felt it must be true. Now, to be told that he'd never even seen us . . .

I realize I feel angry at my father. Maybe it was stupid, but I resent him for going on that ocean voyage, for not having the guts to marry Mom. He'd left us, and now we are stuck with Smelly Gable.

"Are you sending me away again?" I ask her. "To another boarding school."

She pulls a marshmallow from the fire.

"I don't know, honey." Mom's voice is heavy. "I think . . . I think we'll have to do something."

"Because you don't want me around?" I regret the words as soon as they come out of my mouth. (Y/n) bows her head, looking at the ground and Mom's eyes well with tears.

Mom takes my hand and squeezes it tight. "Oh, Percy, no. I - I have to, honey. For your own good. I have to send you away."

Her words remind me of what Mr. Brunner had said - that it was best for me to leave Yancy.

"Because I'm not normal," I say.

"You say that as if it's a bad thing, Percy. But you don't realize how important you are. I thought Yancy Academy would be far enough away. I thought you'd finally be safe.

"Safe from what?"

She meets my eyes, and a flood of memories comes back to me - all the weird, scary things that had ever happened to me and (Y/n), some of which we'd tried to forget.

During third grade, a man in a black trench coat had stalked us on the playground. When the teachers threatened to call the police, he went away growling, but no one believed (Y/n) when she'd told them that under his broad-brimmed hat, the man only had one eye, right in the middle of his head.

Before that—a really early memory. I was in preschool, and a teacher accidentally put me down for a nap in a cot that a snake had slithered into. My mom screamed when she came to pick me up and found me playing with a limp, scaly rope I'd somehow managed to strangle to death with my meaty toddler hands.

In every single school, something creepy had happened, something unsafe, and I was forced to move.

I know I should tell my mom about the old ladies at the fruit stand, and Mrs. Dodds at the art museum, about my weird hallucination that I had sliced my math teacher into dust with a sword. But I can't make myself tell her. I have a strange feeling the news would end our trip to Montauk, and I don't want that.

"I've tried to keep you as close to me as I could," my mom says. "They told me that was a mistake. But there's only one other option, Percy—the place your father wanted to send you two. And I just...I just can't stand to do it."

(Y/n)'s POV

"Our father wanted us to go to a special school?" I ask, a little confused.

"Not a school," she says softly. "A summer camp."

My head starts spinning. Why would my dad - who hadn't even stayed around long enough to see me and Percy be born - talk about a summer camp?

"I'm sorry, (Y/n)," she said, seeing the look in my eyes. "But I can't talk about it. I—I couldn't send you two to that place. It might mean saying good-bye to you for good."

"For good?" Percy asks. "But if it's only a summer camp.

Mom turns towards the fire, and I know from her expression that if either of us ask her any more questions, she would start to cry.

I have a weird, vivid dream. It is storming on the beach, and two beautiful animals, a white horse, and a golden eagle are trying to kill each other at the edge of the surf. The eagle swoops down and slashes the horse's muzzle with its huge talons. The horse rears up and kicks at the eagle's wings. As they fight, the ground rumbles and a monstrous voice chuckles somewhere and beneath the earth, goading the animals to fight harder.

I run towards them, knowing I have to stop them from killing each other, but I am running in slow motion. I know I am too late. I see the eagle dive down, its beak aimed at the horse's wide eyes, and I scream, No!

I wake with a start.

Outside, it really is storming, the kind of storm that cracks trees and blows down houses. There is no horse or eagle on the beach, just lightning making false daylight, and twenty-foot waves pounding the dunes like artillery.

With the next thunderclap, my mom and Percy wake. Mom sits up, eyes wide, and says, "Hurricane."

I know that's crazy. Long Island never sees hurricanes this early in the summer. But the ocean seems to have forgotten. Over the roar of the wind, I hear a distant bellow, an angry, tortured sound that makes my hair stand on end.

Percy's POV

Then a much closer noise, like mallets in the sand. A desperate voice - someone yelling, pounding on our cabin door.

My mother springs out of bed in her nightgown and throws open the lock.

Grover stands framed in the doorway against a backdrop of pouring rain. But he isn't . . . he isn't exactly Grover.

"Searching all night," he gasps. "What were you thinking?"

My mother looks at me in terror - not scared of Grover, but of why he'd come.

"Percy," she says, having to shout to be heard over the rain. "What happened at school? What didn't you tell me?"

I am frozen, looking at Grover. I can't understand what I'm seeing, and I see (Y/n) looking at my friend.

"O Zeu kai alloi theoi!" he yells. "It's right behind me! Didn't you tell her?"

I am too shocked to register that he'd just cursed in Ancient Greek, and I'd understood him perfectly. I am too shocked to wonder how Grover had gotten here by himself in the middle of the night. Because Grover doesn't have pants on - and where his legs should be . . . where his legs should be . . .

Mom looks at me sternly and talks in a tone she'd never used before, and (Y/n) flinches: "Percy. Tell me now!"

I stammer something about the old ladies at the fruit stand and Mrs. Dodds, and my mom stares at me, her face deathly pale in the flashes of lightning.

She grabs her purse, tosses me and (Y/n) our rain jackets, and says, "Get the car. All three of you. Go!"

Grover runs for the Camero - but he isn't running, exactly. He is trotting, shaking his shaggy hindquarters, and suddenly his story about a muscular disorder in his legs makes sense to me. I understand how he can run so fast and still limp when he walks.

Because where his feet should be, there are no feet. There are cloven hooves.

Word Count: 3041 words

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[paolaofthewatertribe]

young k - did i mention? part one

«and i would give my kingdom for

just one kiss»

Once upon a time, during the 20th century, in the beautiful lands of The Lemore Kingdom, the King and Queen welcomed a little girl into the world. They named her Elle, which meant light. Meaning she would light up the kingdom and bring it joy.

Growing up, she fell in love with Kang Jinhyun, a boy who worked at the royal stables. She loved how tender he was with animals, and he loved how her smile lit up the world whenever she was around.

The kingdom wasn't in a good financial state, and so her parents wanted her to marry someone of royal descendance.

She refused. Jinhyun and her loved each other, and she wouldn't marry someone who wasn't him. Her parents prohibited her from seeing him, and they also fired him.

But, every night, without anyone knowing, they would meet in the skirts of town. They talked about the stars, about life, about having a family together, even about leaving. Jinhyun told her that he was going to get a better job, so he could provide for the both of them if that moment came.

He didn't give up. Every morning he would go to the castle and try and talk to the King, telling him how he would do anything for Elle.

A couple of months later, the King and the Queen finally realized they were wrong the whole time. The happiness of their daughter was more important than some financial problems, at least for now.

Jinhyun and Elle became rulers of the Lemore Kingdom, after her parents decided to retire. And from there, everything went uphill.

They closed deals with nearby countries, solving the kingdom's financial problems. The Lemore Kingdom was doing better than ever.

Three years after stepping into the throne, Jinhyun and Elle became parents to a little boy named Younghyun, Kang Younghyun.

Every person in the Lemore Kingdom knew this amazing love story, including [y/n]. She loved it. It was just straight out of a fairytale, and that made it one of her favorite stories.

Her parents used to tell her the story every night before she went to sleep. And she couldn't help but fantasize about it.

She would imagine marrying a prince and having the same love story as Queen Elle and King Jinhyun. But sadly, something like that happens once in a lifetime. And [y/n] was sure it wouldn't happen to her.

– We're here! – her mother's voice woke her up from her fantasies.

As they exited the car, a small building came to view. It wasn't the prettiest one, but it was something.

[y/n] had been accepted to Lewis Lemore University, one of the most prestigious colleges in Northern Europe and named after the first King of the Lemore Kingdom. She worked really hard during her whole school career, doing extracurricular activities, studying day and night just to get into it. And she made it.

The bad part about it was leaving home. Her family lived in Alevine, a small city in the south of The Lemore Kingdom, which was three hours away by car. That meant she had to move all the way to Lundale, the capital, and start living alone.

She was half excited half nervous. She couldn't wait to experience living alone, but what if she wasn't made for it?

After a couple hours, her little apartment looked more like home. She would probably be living here for a long time so she needed to make it feel hers.

– It looks so pretty [y/n]! – said her mom while hugging her.

– Let's see how long you survive living alone – joked her father, making them laugh.

– I'm going to miss you so much. I'll try to visit as much as I can, I promise.

[y/n] had tears in her eyes. She didn't have any siblings, so she was practically leaving her parents alone, after 20 years of raising her.

– We're gonna miss you too honey. Remember to close the door every night, don't open it to strangers and take care of yourself, alright? I love you.

– And stay healthy! – said her father while they were leaving –. Oh, and no boys!

The first day of college. Now, [y/n] was officially a student of the Lewis Lemore University. And she couldn't be more excited.

The first week was supposed to be an introductory week, where you get to know new people, and also go to parties.

She was studying journalism, since she loved to write. She wrote diaries, blogs, she even was the main writer of the newspaper at her school. So yeah, journalism was her thing.

After her classes, she headed towards the library. She knew she would spend a lot of time there in the future, so why not check it out now? She also needed some books for some of her classes so she could kill two birds with one stone.

There weren't a lot of people there, which was normal, considering the semester had just started. [y/n] greeted the librarian and showed her the names of the books she needed. She was kind enough to accompany her to the right section.

She looked through the shelves and found the books she needed. But she kinda wanted to look for another books. She decided to look for her favorite childhood books, the Percy Jackson series, and read them again.

And so she headed to the fantasy section. She was so mesmerized about the selection of books available, she kept taking books out and reading the summary on the back.

She found one written by Rick Riordan, the same author of Percy Jackson, called Heroes of Olymp. And she realized it was a sequel. Her smile reached her eyes while reading the summary. She would definitely take it home.

She looked through the pages and saw there were more than one main character, there were Jason, Leo, Percy, and a lot more.

She was so into the book, she didn't realize someone was watching her from the other side of the shelf. She looked up after she felt it and then her eyes met another pair. And it was the one and only Kang Younghyun, also known as Prince Brian.

[y/n] was mesmerized by his beauty, he looked straight out of a fairytale. He smiled at her, sweetly. And she couldn't help but smile back. But then, panicking, she left, breaking the moment.

She used her student ID to lend the books and then quickly exited the library. Prince Brian, on the other hand, kept thinking about how pretty her smile was. But he told himself he would probably never see her again, so why get his hopes up?

Little did he know...

– You cannot do that! What about me? Are you just leaving me alone?

[y/n] couldn't help but laugh at Dowoon's reaction to her going back home during the holidays. He was the Duke of Islurgh, a small town near Lundale, and they met at one of her classes. He was 24, but he had just finished his first career and wanted to do another one, one that he found more interesting. He also knew Prince Brian, so he would tease y/n about having a crush on him all the time.

– I'm sorry that I miss my parents and want to see them, maybe you should visit yours too?

– I will, but not over the whole two weeks!

– You wouldn't understand. I'm also going there to work, since I'm a broke student, not like you, Mr. Duke of Islurgh.

– I can give you money, just stay! – she laughed again, he really was a baby.

– Stop whining! You can hang out with Wonpil, or Jae.

– If it's necessary I will. But I'll miss you.

– I'll miss you too. But it's only two weeks. I'll be back as soon as you can say "I'm drum" - he looked at her like saying "are you serious" and she laughed –. Oh, the train is here, bye!

They hugged and she prepared herself for a very long ride home.

Days passed and [y/n] had a great time with her parents. She had missed them a lot, so they spent a lot of time together. They went to the aquarium, to the cinema, and they also went to the town's annual carnival. She had so much fun, feeling like a kid again, and forgetting about her adult problems for a while.

Her parents owned a small coffee shop that was situated in the center of town. She was working there during the holidays to make a bit of money, and also spend time with her parents.

It was Sunday evening. Her parents weren't working today so she was the only one in the shop. It was about to be closing time, and there was only one client left. It was Mrs. Love, an old woman that lived in Alevine her whole life.

– Thank you for the coffee, [y/n]. It's nice having you here – she thanked after standing up and heading for the door.

– It's always a pleasure Mrs. Love, see you next time! And get home safe! – she waved her goodbye and turned to clean the table.

But then she heard a male voice and turned towards the door. A young male was holding the door for Mrs. Love, and they exchanged a few words she couldn't hear since she was at the front. He also smiled sweetly at her, and at that moment y/n knew who he was. She would recognize that smile everywhere.

Prince Brian was there, in Alevine. At her parents' coffee shop. She let a deep breath out and kept doing her job. Even though it was hard having her crush there, she supposed Brian wanted to have a normal evening and she was going to give him that.

Anyway, she found it quite funny how he was wearing a cap and sunglasses in the middle of autumn, and at 6pm. He kept looking at a menu he took from a nearby table, didn't really knowing what to order, which, for whatever reason, she found adorable.

Truth is, Brian was in Alevine to deal with some some royal businesses. But he really wanted to spend some time as a normal person, alone and not with his bodyguards around. Thankfully, he had Sungjin. They were the same age, but he was kind of like his main bodyguard. He knew how Brian enjoyed having some time for himself, and he wasn't gonna stop him from doing it. So he offered him help, for him to get a whole evening for himself, without anyone bossing him around. He had to be back at the hotel by midnight at the latest, but he wouldn't complain. He was really lucky of having such a good friend by his side.

Brian didn't want anyone recognizing him, so he opted for a cap and some sunglasses. Sungjin laughed at how ridiculous he looked, but he didn't care.

He really wanted to get some coffee first, so he entered the first coffee shop that he found. On the door he was met with a lovely old woman, who recognized him and wished him a great evening, making him smile. He noticed he was the only client in the shop, and that there was only one employee left. He felt kinda bad for making her work more when she could be closing up to go home.

After staring at the menu for way too long, he finally made his way to the counter, facing the employee. He recognized her from somewhere, he was sure about that, but he couldn't seem to remember.

– Excuse me... –he started –. I don't really know what to order, what would you recommend? – she looked at him deeply, which make him nervous.

– Looking at you, I'd say an Iced Americano. You look like someone who would enjoy it, even in this weather.

– Well then, I'll have an Iced Americano, please - she smiled and turned around to make his drink.

He couldn't shake the fact that they had already met. He then remembered she was the girl with the pretty smile from the library. What were the odds of meeting her here, in Alevine? The fact that it was her made him even more nervous than he already was, but he wasn't going to show it.

– Here you go – she placed the drink on the counter –. That would be 2,95€.

At the mention of these words, Brian froze. He was so used to not having to pay for anything that he forgot to take money with him. Now, that would definitely make him look like a douche.

– Ehm... I don't have money with me – he touched his neck, embarrassed. [y/n], on the other hand, found it cute. She already saw it coming.

– Don't worry, it's okay – she smiled at him –. I'll pay for it.

– No! I can't let you do that! – what would his parents say if they found out he was going to let someone pay for his drink? They didn't raise him like that.

– It's fine, really – she reassured him. Brian found the small gesture cute, and smiled at her, making [y/n]'s cheeks turn red.

He took a sip of his drink and smiled. She took the right decision. He loved it.

– Thank you for the drink, it's amazing – he smiled –. By the way, I'm really sorry for making you pay for my drink, and I'm also very sorry for coming 10 minutes before closing.

– You don't need to be sorry about anything, really.

She went quickly to the back to get the stuff she needed to start cleaning and then came back. Brian didn't know what to do, he was probably annoying her, but he wasn't going to leave. Something inside him wanted to spend time with her, get to know her. And he was going to follow those feelings.

[y/n] found it a bit embarrassing to be cleaning in front of him, but on the other side she was happy he decided to stick around. It warmed her heart.

She was done after some minutes. She went to the back again to get changed. She took her stuff and when she came out, Brian was next to the door, drink empty, waiting for her.

He opened the door for her, and she smiled. She liked chivalry in guys. She turned off the lights and then the two of them went outside. She make sure the door was closed and then turned to face Brian.

They stood there for some seconds, both staring at the ground. Brian was struggling. He didn't know if he should tell her that he was the prince. It could change the way she treated him, but he wanted to be honest with her.

– I'm the prince – [y/n] looked up at him. He took of his sunglasses to show her. He was expecting to see a surprised look on her face, but she just smiled.

– I know – she laughed –. I didn't want to say anything because I thought you'd like to be a normal person, at least for once. It was an honor to help you, Your Highness – she bowed slightly.

– No! – he was surprised about her recognizing him straight away, but also relieved –. Like you said, I'm trying to enjoy a day as a non-royal, so please call me Brian.

– As you wish. So, Brian, what are your plans for tonight?

– Honestly? I have no idea – both laughed –. Do you recommend anything?

– Let me think... Oh yes! This week is the town's annual carnival and it's beautiful. I was there yesterday with my parents, we usually go every year and it's always an amazing experience – her eyes lit up talking about it, and Brian couldn't help but smile –. You should check it out, I'm sure you'll love it!

– If you're saying you love it, then I'll have to check it out.

The sun had already set down, so they stood there under the light of the street lamps. Brian didn't know why, but he wanted to ask her to accompany him, to show him around town. He just wanted to spend more time with her. And so did she. But she knew it wouldn't be right.

– I'll be going home. Have a nice evening, Brian – she curtsied and turned around to start her way home.

Brian watched her leave, but then something inside him snapped.

– Wait! – [y/n] turned to face him –. What's your name?

– [y/n].

– Well, [y/n], would you like to show me around? – he smiled playfully at her, and her heart jumped at that gesture.

– It'd be an honor.

– So you just eat it with your hands?

[y/n] had just bought two crepes for them to eat, and let's say Brian was struggling to eat it.

– Yes! Look, like this – she took a big bite out of hers and Brian just stared at her –. Hmm, it's so good.

He mimicked her and took a big bite. The flavor of the crepe and the Nutella together was so heavenly he went straight for another bite, making [y/n] laugh.

– Oh my god this is so good! I'm telling my parents to add this to the menu like as soon as possible – [y/n] noticed he had a little bit of chocolate on his cheek and let a small chuckle.

– Brian, your cheek – he frowned and touched his cheek, but he only spread it even more, making her laugh really hard.

– Stop, you're making it worse! Stay still – she took a napkin and put one hand on his neck and used the other to clean his face.

Having her so close made Brian nervous. He held his breath during the whole moment. [y/n], on the other side, couldn't help but look at his lips. Those were thin and had a very soft pink tint. Once she was done, she looked at him and smiled before distancing herself from him. He let out the breath he was holding and smiled back.

– Thank you.

It was getting colder and of course [y/n] didn't have a jacket with her. Her house was not far away from the coffee shop so she never had a jacket with her, since it was a very short walk home. Brian noticed it and his instant response was to take his jacket off and put it over her shoulders. She was surprised and wanted to object, but his jacket felt so warm she just couldn't do it.

They walked around the carnival for a while, talking about their lives. She told him she lived there her whole life and that she was studying journalism. He told her he studied business management and graduated last year. He also told her some funny stories about him, wanting to hear her laugh.

It was getting really late, and so it was time for Brian to go to the hotel. He was really dreading it. He was having so much fun with [y/n], talking about common hobbies and laughing at stupid jokes. But he promised Sungjin he'll be back by midnight and he wouldn't break that promise. And also, [y/n] was getting really tired.

– Do you still know where your hotel is? – she asked, and he smiled embarrassed –. I guess you don't. Tell me the name and I'll walk you there.

He did and after a couple of minutes they arrived. Sungjin was waiting for him outside, and it really surprised him to see Brian with someone, especially a girl. He was going to scold him later for blowing his cover.

– Thank you for everything today [y/n], I really felt like a normal guy – "going on a date with the girl he likes", whispered a voice in his mind –. And I'm really sorry you had to pay for everything, I promise I'll make it up to you soon – he bowed, took her hand, and kissed it softly, before turning around and entering the hotel with Sungjin.

[y/n] bit her lip. She hadn't felt happier and more alive in her entire life. She walked home with a big smile plastered on her face, and only once she was there she noticed she still had Brian's jacket. She didn't know if return it to him, but she decided to keep it. Just to remember and cherish this amazing night with him.

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