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theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin · 3 years

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After reading your opinion on Molly Weasley, i want to know: What are you're opinions on the Weasley family? Besides Ron & Molly that is.

Five characters? In one post? Well, alright, here we go.

The Weasleys as a Whole

I’ve mentioned this before but JKR writes the Weasleys to clearly be a believable but ideal family. They’re all fiercely loyal, progressive per wizarding world standards, love each other and Harry deeply, and have this wonderful off-kilter joyous house where there’s always some rambunctious thing going on.

Harry comes to associate the Weasleys with family and, personally, I believe a large part of him marrying Ginny boils down to it will make him a Weasley for real.

That said, they’ve got some major issues. They’re very righteous people who, as a whole, will ice you out the moment they even suspect you do something that disagrees with them. You don’t even have to do it, what you did or didn’t do doesn’t even have to be something terrible or something bad, but god help you if the family decides they’re done with you.

They’re very resentful of people like the Malfoys. This isn’t just because Lucius is a smarmy, pompous, ass (he is) or that he indirectly almost murdered Ginny but seems to mostly be because Lucius has so much money. All of their interactions seem to boil down to the money. More than this though, the Weasleys seem fully supportive of laws that... well, used against themselves would be a travesty but used against the likes of the Malfoys it’s about damn time.

They’re unquestioningly loyal to Dumbledore. Granted, most people we see in canon are, Dumbledore’s very very very good at convincing people he’s a saint. However, these guys are practically his cult member to the point where they do things like refuse to have Harry over the summer, even before Voldemort returned, because Dumbledore told them not to.

They also never really adopt Harry into the family. Oh they give him a nice sweater, he comes over every once in a while to the house, he’s very good friends with Ron but he’s mostly treated just like that, a good friend. Now, there’s nothing wrong with this, except the way JKR sets it up we’re supposed to believe this is the family Harry found. It’s just that the family Harry’s found let’s him stay in a house with bars on his window where twelve-year-old Ron tells them, “Harry’s muggle family is really really awful” in a way that should have been raising red flags. Hermione practically lives at the Weasleys, Harry never does.

Now, are the Weasleys evil? No, far from it, they’re ordinary people who act in ways I’d expect ordinary people too. Technically they didn’t have to do anything more for Harry than they did, they didn’t have to hate Lucius Malfoy for better reasons, and they don’t have to be even slightly less worshipful of Dumbledore. They’re people, and they’re fine characters, but the overwhelming worship and love of the Weasleys we see across fandom does get on my nerves.

But you asked for individuals, so here we go.

Arthur Weasley

Arthur is the epitome of “Pretty Fly for a White Guy” in the worst of ways and is, frankly, a giant awful joke to me. He’s the white kid you see going around with dread locks, a beanie the color of the Jamaican flag, smoking weed, and attempting to speak like Bob Marley

Only, because he does it with muggle things, we’re supposed to find him funny and progressive.

Arthur is absolutely, albeit unwittingly, condescending in his love of muggle knickknacks. He has no idea how any of it actually works, not limited to how muggles could possible survive without the gold standard, but ardently believes he does because he can enchant the car to fly. Seriously, that he believes he’s an expert on muggle culture, as a pureblood wizard who heads an office in the ministry on it, is the worst part. His love of toasters comes across as, “Wow, look how cool it is that these poor little muggles made all this neat stuff. We should absolutely love the muggles because of it!” And that he heads an office in the ministry called “The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts” which is all about catching down Jackass style pranksters who think it would be hilarious of they enchanted toasters to bludgeon muggles to death...

Goddammit Arthur, why do you exist?

Right, otherwise, he’s got some pride issues going on. Part of the reason Percy is excommunicated is not so much that Percy doesn’t believe Harry, but because Percy dared to do better than Arthur in his own career. Arthur is stuck in his position as head of a joke of a department, he is an underling at its finest, and frankly likely only has that position because he’s a pureblood and the idea of putting a halfblood or even muggleborn at the head of a department dealing with muggles just made the higher ups shudder. (Don’t tell Arthur that though, he likes to think he’s not benefitting from nepotism).

Arthur goes so far to accuse Percy as Fudge’s secretary as spying on him. Arthur, the guy who heads “Misuse of Muggle Artifacts”. Yeah, Arthur, I’m sure Fudge is really wasting his time using his straight laced secretary to find out all your dirty secrets.

He also tends to see the world as very black and white. When Skeeter in book 4 writes an article after the Quidditch World Cup disaster complaining about the ministry’s lax security in enabling domestic terrorists to enter (something completely valid and true by the way) Arthur is so personally offended that both he and Percy go straight to the ministry to complain about Rita Skeeter and her daring to assume freedom of speech! HOW DARE SHE CALL THE MINISTRY’S NON-EXISTENT SECURITY AT THE WORLD CUP LAX! (To be fair, she also cited Arthur as having been in attendance at the event, a ministry employee, and having done nothing but, well, this is also true Arthur. You’re in a guerilla, underground, resistance movement. If I didn’t already think the Order was a joke this would kind of highlight it for me).

He’s also very resentful of Lucius Malfoy, and it seems to mostly be about the money. Arthur and Molly have a severe spending problem and actively resent that Lucius is swimming in money. That Arthur is ardently pleased about a law being passed in which the ministry without warrant can ransack Lucius Malfoy’s home...

Well, Arthur, imagine the slippery slope if the government decides that it would like to search the Weasley home without warrant? In fact, he doesn’t even have to imagine it, as the beloved government in a few short years turns against him and then it’s all about how corrupt the ministry is.

Arthur’s delightfully narrowminded, basically, and reminds us at nearly every opportunity.

Percy Weasley

Mostly, I just feel bad for Percy. Percy’s the son/brother that nobody likes and he’s painfully aware of that fact. He doesn’t fit in with the others, he has far too much ambition for the Gryffindor family and they resent him for it, and then he dares to say things like “I don’t know guys, Voldemort resurrecting from the dead after decades doesn’t sound plausible, we know Harry’s a little off kilter, and Dumbledore’s one shady dude”. Percy happens to be wrong about Voldemort resurrecting (and admits as much when the evidence is plainly visible), but he’s pretty on the money with the rest of it.

Regardless, growing up we see Ron constantly hating on Percy along with the rest of the siblings. I’m sure Percy is obnoxious, and certainly full of himself after making prefect and head boy, but he’s very clearly even before Order of the Phoenix the Least Favorite Brother (TM).

Then the Weasley family completely ices him out for a) getting a very high ranking position very quickly as Fudge’s secretary and b) not being gung ho about Dumbledore saying crazy things in the paper. Remember that to Percy Harry is Ron’s weird friend who seems to get into highly illegal activities every other week. From Percy’s point of view, it’s probably a matter of time before Harry becomes a crack head in Knockturn Alley (or given how behind the times wizards tend to be, an opium den).

He’s constantly getting Ron into not only trouble but life threatening situations, is erratic and apparently a parseltongue of all things, and now Harry’s flipped his lid and saying that Voldemort has been resurrected after having gone through a very traumatic experience of watching a classmate somehow die.

While we see Percy kind of (sort of) make up with the family it’s clear that for Percy to have any relation with these people he’s the one who will always, ALWAYS, have to come crawling back on his knees and begging for forgiveness. It’s the Weasley way or the highway and I imagine, at some point probably a little after/during that epilogue, Percy will just slowly drift away because it’s just not worth it anymore.

Percy’s very much the black sheep of the family.

Fred and George Weasley

You all are going to kill me, but I actually don’t care in the slightest about Fred and George Weasley. This is because they basically have no personality aside from “funny”.

They just have their weird, tandem, twin act and are either playing jokes on the school or else serving as Deus ex Machina in giving Harry magical items such as the Marauder’s Map for no apparent reason. The plot told them it was time, I guess.

Their jokes, while not as bad as Sirius and James’ “Let’s sexually harrass Severus Snape by pantsing and beating him at the edge of Hogwarts lake” or Sirius’ “Let’s get Snape eaten by a werewolf!” are still often needlessly cruel and... kind of pointless. They harass Slytherin house constantly just because they happen to be Slytherins, they’re acceptable victims (which of course makes house tension that much worse). Harry gets sent a toilet seat in the hospital because... that’s funny? Har de har?

They’re so indistinguishable from one another I routinely see people mistake which one got his ear chopped off and which one died. Because the point is, that we can’t tell the difference! It doesn’t matter who lived and who died because all we know is that Freorge is dead!

Similarly, you see tons of fics around where character of the day ends up in this weird twincestuous relationship with Fred and George and it’s not only for a) that delightful twincest but b) because they’re such a singular unit that any attempt to pair one with somebody else feels weird. So you just get these porn fics about Fred and George being weird rapey teenagers who seem like they’d be more interested dating each other.

Charlie Weasley

I really have no thoughts on Charlie. He raises dragons in Romania, the family loves him. Now, dragon raising feels like one of the most dangerous jobs in the Harry Potter universe, like Charlie had just gone and signed up to be a lumberjack but he seems to like it?

We really don’t see much of Charlie, he’s just the obligatory older Weasley son so that the Weasleys can be this ridiculously large family.

Bill Weasley

We see slightly more of Bill, but again, not enough to really leave an impression. We know that his marrying Fleur sent Molly into a complete state, and that they’re going to have awkward Christmas dinners forever because of it where Fleur just sits there and pretends not to loathe every second of Molly’s presence while Molly notes how bad it is that Victoire got stuck with that ugly pink hair instead of the Weasley red.

Bill doesn’t seem to really do anything about this. He still marries Fleur, but we don’t really see a major confrontation where he tells the family “Look, I’m marrying her, so grow up.” So, I imagine he just tries to smile pleasantly and tells Fleur to just endure it for another few hours. He loves his family, his family’s great, but they only have to see Fleur once a year at Christmas.

Ginny Weasley

Ginny is weird. She’s this weird, frankly, almost personality-less void whose sole obsession in life seems to be marrying Harry. She and Harry end up in the world’s weirdest relationship and I honestly have no idea how people ship it other than canon told them to.

Ginny’s... well, first off, she’s very much in love with an idea. She had always worshipped Harry Potter but then he personally saves her life in what was a horrifically traumatic year and so that feeling just grows even more. Despite being Ron’s sister, she barely seems to know Harry, and everything she seems to like about it are just things she made up.

I imagine her and Harry’s marriage will be littered with affairs on her end. Not divorce though, because Harry would never admit his wife is having affairs on him all the time even if someone directly confronted him. Harry also won’t admit he’s gay.

More than though we get hints of a personality. Ginny’s a fiery red-head tomboy with a temper. But... Well, it’s only ever hints. She never felt like a real person to me. She has I think one throwaway line about the Chamber of Secrets incident and how it personally affected her. We’re told she’s great at the bat boogey hex so we know she’s a fiery independent woman.

She feels more like a character sheet than an actual person.

Whenever she’s around I always had this nagging question in my head where I ask why Ginny’s here. She has a lot of potential but nothing’s ever done with her. And when something is, it’s to get her into this bizarre relationship with Harry where he imagines there’s a green rage monster in his chest that loves her skin.

Okay Harry, if you say so.

TL;DR: The Weasleys aren’t evil or anything, I’m not on Team Bash Them All, but they are shortsighted, ordinary, people who don’t deserve to be worshipped as all that is good in this world.

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lupinsravenclaw · 3 years

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Until we meet again// The Weasley au

content warning: mention of death, hints of depression, swearing, intense sadness:((

George sat on his bed, staring at the blank wall. No expression on his face other than complete and utter despair. His eyes were dull, lifeless, hurt, while his skin was grey and sickly looking. He had sat there, for hours on end since they had came back from the Battle of Hogwarts. Fred's death, naturally, took a horrendous toll on the Weasley family. From being a jolly, close family to being completely isolated and silent. No one hardly spoke since they had came back, it had been three months. The silence was deadly. And it had corrupted the house completely.

George's eyes were red, swollen and puffy from violent sobs. He hadn't cried for about an hour yet he could form no thoughts, no words. Nothing. It had felt as though he had lost himself, in theory he did. He lay back on his bed, closing his stinging eyes, he wanted to stop replaying the images in his mind, seeing Fred's lifeless body on the floor covered in blood. The memories were printed into his mind like a tattoo, yet unlike a tattoo these memories remain printed and would print in his mind forever. He said to himself ‘it should of been me’, and this thought circulated his broken mind until his eyes became too heavy to keep open- falling into a deep sleep.

"George, wake up you lazy git. Come on it's summer, Weasleys Wizard Wheezes is absolutely chocker! The puking pastels are going down a treat though I’m not sure why, the summer holidays will be ruined”Fred exclaims going off on a tangent before a sleepy George awakens. His eyebrows knit together rubbing his head, a confused expression plastered on his face.

"Freddie?" George asks squinting his eyes.

"The one and only" Fred winks.

"Freddie I don't understand, your supposed to be dea-,"

"Well yes maybe, but I pissed off God so much so he sent me down here,” Fred smirks.

"Is this a dream?" George asks.

"Well of course this is a dream,"

George's face lightens, eyes beginning to tear up.

"It's you Freddie!" George throws his arms around him, he returns the same. Sobbing quietly into each other's shoulders.

"I'm, I'm so sorry. It should of been me Freddie"

"Oi stop that, what happened has happened. It's not your fault" Fred assures.

"If I didn't send you off to fight so quickly you would still be here"

"Please stop blaming yourself, stop holding this anger for yourself. Let it go. The past has happened, let go. It's ok" Fred softly spoken says to a broken George.

“Anyway I have some amazing things to tell you about the other side” Fred says, strolling over to his old bed and falling onto it. George looks enticed as he sits back onto his pillows, savouring every minute with his best friend before it slips out of his grip

“Right so remember the Marauders Map? The names on the front, Moony, Padfoot, Wormtail and Prongs? I found out who they were and you won’t believe it ” Fred says raising his eyebrows in excitement.

“Who are they?” George asks inquisitively.

“James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. They were best friends at Hogwarts and apparently better known as the prankers of the school,” Fred says crossing his legs.

“WHAT?”

“I know, also that whole situation with Sirius Black it is a huuuuge misunderstanding, honestly once you get to the other side you find out everything,” Fred’s arms rest behind his head and he lays back down.

“So what happened after you, you know. I mean did it hurt?” George asks, looking down.

“Well, it hurt for a little while, I consumed all the pain from the attack then all the emotional pain from after you all found out. It was dreadful, but after a while it started to sink in. I saw you, by the way, holding my cold body. I know how much this is hurting you. I’m so sorry,” Fred says, holding back tears. Occasional voice cracks and choked back tears. Fred raised to see George, and went to sit on his bed.

"I miss you Freddie, I miss you so much. It hurts so much. I want it to stop. The pain. Everything. I just want to be with you," George cried.

"I miss you more than you can imagine. I sit watching you, I feel your pain, every heart ache, every wincing pain you feel. But please you need to think of yourself, and mum. I mean mum, she hasn’t been the same. Percy, Bill and Charlie all dodge her letters everytime she asks them to come down. I know inside they are hurting and they can’t bring themselves to come back, but it’s killing mum. Her and dads relationship is just going downhill. No spark. Nothing. No talk of muggles, no nothing. Ginny she feels like she’s lost both her brothers, she needs you Georgie, so does dad. He goes out every night and sobs for hours on end feeling like he’s lost everyone. Ron doesn’t speak to Harry or Hermione anymore. No owls, no sneaking out. Nothing. It’s heartbreaking,” Fred chokes out, tears running down his cheeks.

George goes to open his mouth, but closes it not knowing what to say feeling overwhelming guilt. He looked around, no life in the room. At this point his eyes were swollen once again and flooded with tears.

“That was awfully modest of you Freddie, a bit too mature for my liking” George laughs, Fred returning the same manner.

“Well what can I say, I’m all knowing and legendary now” Fred jokes smirking. George wipes a tear escaping his eye.

“At least no-one will get confused between us anymore and do the awkward thing when they realise they mess up,” Fred says.

“I’d rather go through life with people mistaking us than to be going through life without you,” Solemnly George said, looking Fred dead in the eyes.

"Come on Georgie your worse than Moaning Myrtle! Also that was painfully cliché it hurt my soul,” Fred says sarcastically. George sniffles.

“Look George, you need to stop dwelling on me. I know it hurts, it feels as though your heart is literally broken, as though knives pierce through your chest every damn second. But things will get better. And one day, maybe not now, but it won’t hurt as much. Your going to go on, find a beautiful wife or husband. Have some annoying kids, teach them about their legendary uncle Fred. How he wishes he could meet them, but he’s watching from above. Tell them about every prank we played. How we tormented Professor McGonagall-,”

"Fred I don’t know how I’m supposed to do that without you, everything will be so different. Christmas will be so different,” George cried, tears streaming down his heated cheeks.

"Yes it will, but I'll be there, you won't see me but I will be there. I will in sit next to you and watch you attempt mums sprouts even though you hate them, I'll watch you play board games and watch Ron go red and angry after he looses another game to Ginny. I’ll be there with you always,” Tears rolled more frequently down Fred’s face now, as he attempted to stop them with his jumper.

“You were supposed to be my best man, you were supposed to help me annoy Percy, you were supposed to- you were supposed to be here Fred!” George began to get frustrated.

“Oi oi now, it’s okay, I will always be your best man. Even if I’m not standing next to you at the alter physically,or God I don’t know when you buy your first couch. I will be with you spiritually. I mean I think that’s how this shit works,” The silly red head jokes.

“Please don’t ever leave me, I can’t do this without you. Your my best friend.”

"Hey, who says your going through this alone? I will be here for you always. That’s why I came back. One last time, just to ease your mind. Plus I couldn’t just leave you without a proper goodbye could I now?” Fred says winking before a sob breaks out between the two.

"So please, for me. Go and remind mum that your still here, tell dad he’s not alone. Go into Ginny and hug her, she really really needs you. Tell Ron that it’s okay to let others in. He doesn’t feel like he can talk to anyone. As for the others, tell them to come down. Mum needs to see them. She misses us so much,” George took in the word ‘us’ before breaking down again.

The twins embraced into a hug. Wanting to stay there forever.

“Oh and George?”

“Yes,”

“I love you, please don’t give up. Also never forget me or I will haunt your ass.

“Don’t be stupid Freddie, I love you so much. Never leave me.

They embrace into a hug yet this time so tight, they couldn't breathe. Reminiscing every moment together before their departing.

“George, I have to go now. You need to let me go,”Fred sobbed.

“I can’t Freddie, I can’t leave you,”

“You need to, my body is cold. You need you to move on,”

“Just five minutes more?” George questioned.

“Five minutes more,” Fred rested his head onto George’s shoulder, crying into it.

Five minutes had passed.

“Right time for me to get back. I love you so much” Fred let go of the warm embrace.

“Fred I’m scared,”

"I know you are, I am too. But I'll be waiting right here for you when your time comes. I will be right here to welcome you back, until we meet again brother." Fred says a tear escaping his eyes. Holding each other as if the earth was about to explode, George jolted awake.

"Freddie!" George exclaims shooting his hand out and sitting up abruptly. Scanning the empty room his breathing begins to slow down as he rests his hand upon his fast heartbeat. Fuck he mutters running his cold hands through his hair. He had felt a dampness on his shoulder. The whole experience felt so real. Maybe it was. Either way it had felt it.

Getting up from his bed, inhaling and exhaling, George opens the door for the first time in three weeks. He was so normal to smelling his mothers Scouse ready in a pot, hearing Ron muttering 'bloody hell' to himself after messing something up, his father rambling about Muggles obsessing over the purpose of a tennis ball. He was used to Fred coming upstairs with more supplies for their joke shop. Instead was an immediate cold draft and deadly silence. For a split second, the desire to crawl back into his bed, shutting out the outside world and crying into his pillow for the rest of his life, was such a convincing idea George’s hand rested upon the door nob. A faint familiar voice creeps into his head.

‘You need to let me go’ Fred’s voice had creeped into his mind. And with that, George had let go of the door nob and began to make his way downstairs. Walking downstairs taking in every little detail that he didn’t realise before. Not coming out of his room hardly for three months had really shocked him of how isolated from reality he could be strung into. He scanned the kitchen spotting Molly who was stood by the oven, her hands just resting upon the surface and her head is dropped and a few tears splash against the chopping board. Without warning George's large arms wrapped around Molly mid-waist. She had jumped slightly, startled by the sudden act of affection which broke George's heart even more.

“It’s okay, someday we will be with him,” Fred says settling his head onto Mollys shoulders, a choked cry coming from Molly.

The Weasley family, or what was left, had tried their best to act normal. George had helped Molly with the tea, not speaking much yet. But for the first time in three months, the ache in his heart began to feel less sore. That night, Molly, Arthur, Fred, Ron and Ginny all reunited for a pot of Scouse; chatted a little, laughed a little, cried a little. Most importantly things began to become more normal. Realising about how isolated the family had became, they had decided the best thing to do was to remind themselves that Fred would hate this divide.

After tea, Fred went upstairs to spend some time with his siblings. He had knocked to enter Ginnys room. She was sat writing in her journal already crying. He had asked what the matter was, asking what she had written in her journal. She passed her journal to him after two minutes.

“I just feel like, I’ve lost all my brothers. And it’s the worst feeling ever. I miss you all so much. I miss Ron telling me to go away, I miss George annoying me, I miss Charlie and Bill telling me about their crazy adventures. I miss Fred, I miss him so much. I just want my brothers back” Fred read, tears falling onto the page. Looking back up towards a fragile Ginny Fred replied.

“I know what you feel like, I miss them too especially Fred. It hurts so much. But you will never loose me and you haven’t lost Fred. This pain, is just temporary. Okay?” The red headed siblings engulf into a hug for the first proper time in three months. Following was another knock at the door, entering a sniffling Ron who ran over to them, dropped to his knees and embraced into the hug. Fred turned to him.

“You can’t shut people out forever. It’s time for us to move on. It’s time to let go. We will see him again. Someday we’re going to be with him,” Fred comforted, holding back his own painful tears. They had spent the whole night talking about him one last time for a while, reminiscing about the best memories before letting go. Ready to move on. Not forgetting Fred, no not at all. But more for their own sake, for Fred’s sake.

After leaving Ginnys room, George fell onto his bed. Crying a little more, he reminded himself of what he had said to the others. ‘It's okay I know someday I'm going to be with you,' He thought to himself before he fell into another deep sleep until morning.

I WROTE THIS ON WATTPAD ASWELL BUT IT BELONGS ON TUMBLR AND I MADE IT BETTER. also this was the most heartbreakign thing i’ve ever wrote my heart HURTS. please send feedback bc i would love to hear any suggestions or comments:)

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pastelgrungewrecker · 3 years

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“Uncle Jesse”

“She’s always had it.”, said Perceptor nonchalantly as Drift frowned in concern, “That’s why her glasses are so bloody thick, poor thing. I figured she just inherited my terrible eyesight, and acted accordingly.”

“Perce, her pupils are narrowing.”

“We’re all genetic anomalies in this house- that’s what happens after a war that used genetic experimentation.”

Mimi rubbed at her eyes, sighing heavily as she slowly got to her feet and shuffled into the bathroom- where her father was combing a familiar product through his now-white hair.

“S’wrong kiddo?”, he rumbled tiredly, instinctively leaning over to check her pale roots and frown, “C’mere, you need this too.”

“Mm. Head hurts, eyes aren’t being nice to me again.”, she sighed, “Might just shut off the overhead light and just use the candles for a while.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah... Pfffft, all these years and I’ve never NOT had my contacts in. I forgot it wasn’t as obvious when we finally met, and I had glasses.”

She shuffled around in the drawer, pulling out her contacts case and setting it on the counter. He moved away, looking over his shoulder as he started the bathtub tap running to rinse his hair.

She leaned close to the mirror, on her tiptoes, and used one hand to hold her eyelids open to take out her... contact lenses.

He tilted his head, the water gurgling as it ran. First one came out, then the other, and she blinked as her eyes watered. The contacts didn’t seem very flexible- and seemed wider than ones he’d seen other people using- but what stood out was they had a pattern. Nothing odd, just colored and shaped to look like a normal pupil and iris.

“See?”

He nearly screamed when she looked at him.

Her pupils were narrowed- slightly peaked on the top and bottom like a tomcat’s eyes; and they flickered in the light as the angle changed with her movement.

“I know, it’s weird. But.”

He collected himself quickly, huffing before glancing at the bottle he left open on the counter.

“Yeah, we all have odd traits. Now comb some’a that through your hair Mimi- Your roots are dry and whiting out faster.”

“Uuuuuuuuuuugh but it SMELLS WEIRD-”

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“Perce, her pupils are narrowing.”

“We’re all genetic anomalies in this house- that’s what happens after a war that used genetic experimentation.”

“Perce.”

“Drift, what is it that’s really bothering you?”

“.......... Look, there’s uh. There’s something I.... May need to tell the family, okay?”

Perceptor looked suddenly concerned, his natural pout turning into a sharp frown, “....Does this have to do with the... strange warrants you’ve been getting every so often the past few years?”

“....Yeah.”

“Drift. Talk to me.”

“Look, just. Tell everyone there’s a family meeting this weekend, okay?”

Perceptor jolted, blinking rapidly before settling, “...Alright. This isn’t something I’m gooing to want to commit a warcrime against you for, is it?”

“I really fuckin’ hope not.”

“Not helping.”

The days came and went. Whirl was suspicious immediately, in his own way- growling and near-hissing in owlet tones when he’d catch Drift pacing with phone in hand, the case creaking in his grip.

On Saturday morning, there was a heavy knock on the door. Drift stood up, exhaling slowly and meekly as he hustled to the door to tug it open just a crack. Magnus’s voice rumbled through.

“I’m considering this the... final favor.”

“Yeah, yeah. All is forgiven, whatever, just...”, a sigh, “He’s clean, right?”

“Mhm. Been out of facility for almost a year, monthly mandatories as well as surprise tests. He despises it, and is suspicious of you.”

“He’s gonna be a whole lot more than suspicious after this.”

“You know how it is, sponsorship.”

“Yeah, let him out then; he deserves his dignity.”

Cyclonus moved quickly when the sound of a heavy truck door opening sounded from outside and Drift pulled the door open wide. The tallest, and arguably eldest, of the many parents stood protectively in front of the youngest of the brood as Drift turned around.

“...I was never actually Deadlock.”, he said quietly, “...Well, I kind of was, but not often.”

“We know you had a change of heart, hippy-”, began Whirl.

“ACTUALLY, sonofashrike, he jus’ had a terrible messiah complex.”

The family stared, Mimi most of all as they heard That Voice, but Drift’s mouth didn’t move. He took a step to the side and allowed the man behind him to step through the door.

A tired wave.

“Well, looks like my brother did damn well for ‘imself. Since this is a first meetin’, hi. I’m Deadlock- Drift’s older brother.”

Drift swallowed hard, “We’re. We’re twins. three minutes apart.”

There was a thud. Ratchet scrambled to his feet, Brainstorm swore loudly, and Mimi groaned as her head gently hit the table.

Perceptor lay sprawled on the floor, out cold and skin sallow from the blood rushing away too fast for him to take after his morning coffee.

Deadlock shut the door silently behind him, boots heavy on the floor as Drift winced weakly at Perceptor’s reaction. Whirl wheezed a breath as Cyclonus’s face darkened.

“All these years, Drift. ALL THESE YEARS AND HE WAS A DAMNED TWIN.”

“Look, it’s complicated-”

“He wasn’t allowed to tell.”, said Deadlock flatly, reaching into his pocket for a crinkled cardboard pack, “It was... part of our deal.”

“DEAL?!”

“Yep. I turned myself in and... disappeared. Suddenly, I ‘defected’, major morale blow to the Cons, blah blah blah.”

“Continue.”, said Brainstorm, trying desperately to grind his teeth as Ratchet knelt, patting Perceptor’s cheeks and gently rousing him back to the land of the conscious.

“He turned himself in because I was being used as leverage.”, sighed Drift, “They threatened to hold me accountable for Deadlock’s... acts. Said I’d be charged as an accomplice because they ‘couldn’t truly prove’ that Deadlock did it and not me.”

“Textbook political manipulation.”, muttered Whirl, “Bet it was fuckin’ Prowl too, self-important tit-for-brains.”

“Eyup.”, said Deadlock, “But uh, I heard that the old family trait is here in the family? So which neicey or neph has it?”

“Has what?”, asked Mimi, her interest piqued.

“The eyes. Drift doesn’t have it as bad, y’see- but I do. ‘S part of why I was real effective at night operations.”

He walked forward, slow and cautious and with a too-sweet smelling cigarette between his lips. Cyclonus growled, low in his chest, and Deadlock raised his hands- slowly lowering them to reach into his pockets wtih two fingers and turn them briefly inside out.

“Don’t worry- I had good handlers; even if my sponsor’s a fuckin’ twat-”

“I should have absorbed you in the womb, brother.”

“Not the first time you didn’t think ahead, baby bro.”

Deadlock continued forward, stopping at the table they all sat around and leaning down, using one hand to hold open his eyelids- showing the catlike pupils surrounded by gold.

“See?”

“Gold...”, murmured Perceptor before straightening in the chair Ratchet had managed to help into, “Gold, of course- Mimi’s eyes are such a bright green, and my line was... cultivated to a degree...”

“So it’s Mimi? Which one’s Mimi?”

“Me.”, she said weakly, “I’m Mimi- and uhm.”

Drift sighed, “That’s why I looked at you so odd, kiddo. You and your uncle have the same eyes. It’s... a weird hiccup we both have.”

Deadlock looked down.

Brainstorm tilted his head, “Something that.. that RARE would be easy to trace, to find, to-”

“It was.”, said Deadlock quietly, “It’s part of why we were Dead End kids.”

Drift sighed, stepping forward, “The big... thing today wasn’t just Deadlock. Those ‘weird warrants’, Percy? That’s... That’s not what they are.”

“Then... what were they? They were obviously legal documents-”

“They were I’m-Sorry-Shut-Up money.”, said Deadlock flatly, “Drift here, an’ me, ain’t young y’know. We’re actually a bit older’n Megatron, dickhead he was. Ratchet’s not much older’n we are, after all. Our hair loses color early is all.”

Drift nodded, “The letters were parts of a payout- money I’m being given as... basically a ‘please don’t tell’ kind of thing from what remains of the powerstructure. Cause... Y’see. Dead End was pretty much... well...”

“It was a damn experiment, Drift, jus’ say it. Primus fuckin’ sakes.”, snapped Deadlock, “We’re reject babies. The result of the beginning of the genetic cult’vation projects. The ones that were preferred were given back to their families, the ones that weren’t were shoved in the system an’ reported as dead.”

Brainstorm’s eyes widened, and Perceptor put a hand over his mouth. Whirl’s jaw dropped slightly and Ratchet’s cheeks brightened with his temper.

“Birth-giver was a senatorial aide.”, said Drift quietly, “Donor parent was a senator. It’s all we really know.”

“So, onta the Big Reveal.”, said Deadlock easily, “Other than, y’know. Surprise, it’s an uncle.”

Drift winced, “Well, Uh- I’m...”, another sigh, “I’m Deadlock’s sponsor. For his rehabilitation. Have been for a long while now, and. Well...”

“I’m out of the facility, and they don’t think I’m a risk for relapse currently; but they don’t want me in an unfamiliar area or without support.”

Perceptor raised both of his eyebrows, “The condos on the edge of Metro. You have one, I’m guessing.”

“On the money, honey.”

“Do not.”

“Calm down baby bro.”

Deadlock still winked at Perceptor, exaggerated and almost silly if not for the severity of his profile- Jagged edges where Drift was worn smooth, scars unfaded and layered and the hint of old tattoos peeking out from under the longsleeve shirt he wore.

Perceptor spluttered for a moment, falling awkwardly silent as Brainstorm stared at him in affectionate disgust.

“It’ll be a slow introduction, honest- He’s better in moderation, like most bitter things-”

“Ow, rude.”

“But... I figured that it was better sooner than later to introduce everyone...”

“And th’last thing you needed was for your kids to see my white fuckin’ hair and think it was you at a gas station.”

“Oh my GOD will you shut up.”

“Mmmmmmnah.”

Mimi snorted, starting to cackle as her siblings just stared from the pair to her and back again.

“Oh my god, they’re just two cheeks of the same ass!”, exclaimed Dani, before Ratchet choked on a scold about her language.

The brother’s stared in mirrored offended alarm, before falling back to immediate bickering.

#fankids #humanformers #pastelwrites

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g-perla · 4 years

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The ACOTAR Series is a Romantic/Gothic Horror Stage and Only Nesta Got the Memo

Not even SJM knows what’s going on.

Ok, this is going to seem off the rails but bear with me.

So I'm a big fan of Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë (top 5 books and all that jazz) and I was thinking about it because it deals with themes of the Other and the supernatural, Nature as Character, the overlap of the animalistic and human, blurring of established binaries...fun, Romantic shit like that. Interestingly, this overlaps with how SJM illustrates her world and characters a lot of the time, hence why I was considering it while working on my Nesta project. I’ve mentioned before that Nesta really gives me Byronic heroine vibes and that’s a character construct of precisely this literary tradition.

I started thinking about Heathcliff and Cathy and how they're ridiculously extra and just feel the most intense emotions towards each other but also towards literally everything (nothing half-assed ever, this is a Romantic novel after all). I then remembered how so many people ship them, but like in earnest, in a totally aspirational way. It's not a #cursed ship to them at all. It's...romantic to them not Romantic. I even read often that people quote it at their weddings, specifically the infamous "two souls" quote.

Then I had an epiphany. I was like "wait, what if SJM is one of those people?? What if she has the energy of a Cathy/Heathcliff earnest shipper and that's why all her ships are messy??" Because if that is the case, my friends, oh boy oh boy would it explain so much. I will post some sections from Wuthering Heights:

Doesn’t the acotar series seem like a 1/50 dilution of that energy?? And that is barely a taste of all the spiciness this book has to offer. To illustrate further: SJM gave us the F/eysand suicide pact and the near-death battlefield Nessian scene. One is certainly more outlandish than the other, but both are the result of intense emotions. To that Emily Brontë raises the following: Heathcliff asking the sexton to dig up Cathy’s grave to see what’s up because her ghost has been haunting him since he personally dug up her grave 18 years prior and she has been haunting him ever since. He later demands to be buried in the same exact grave when he dies so they can decompose together. They both married other people though which only adds to the mess. (I am not lying to you the Romantic tradition really gave us these gems lmao. As an aside, Mary Shelley was also a writer of the Romantic tradition and she confessed her love to husband Percy Bysshe Shelley on her mother’s grave. Her mother was liberal feminist icon Mary Wollstonecraft by the way which only makes this even more amazing. Additionally, biographers believe that the Shelleys also had sex there. Talk about Romantic 😉.)

Then I had ANOTHER thought! (Dangerous)

If we read the series from the point of view of just another YA high fantasy things might get a bit boring because the world-building is honestly lazy and the magic system is pretty soft, which isn’t a pre-requisite in high fantasy (The Lord of the Rings has a soft magic system) but it's not the norm and it doesn't pay off in this series. Not to mention that the plot is pretty lackluster and derivative. To add to that the romantic and sexual relationships are questionable in their healthiness and consequently are the source of much argument in the fandom.

But, dear reader, if we think about the ACOTAR series as being a sort of thematic and ideological 21st century YA homage to the Romantic tradition of the 19th century (within which Gothic Horror also lives), things get REALLY, REALLY SPICY.

No longer do we just have a romance fantasy with messy, hyper-emotional, animalistic characters who constantly partake in morally grey situations rife with dubious dynamics. No longer does plot really matter. No longer do we require quasi-scientific descriptions of the world and the magical system. No! All that matters now are the characters and the mood. Now we have potential! Add a lot of Nature ambiance: expanses of dark woods, great mountains, the unknowable and sublime energy of the ocean, a violent rainstorm/hurricane/tsunami, an impending snowstorm whose intensity reflects the growing emotional intensity of the characters as the story goes along (I’m looking at you impending snowstorm in acofas that curiously matches the growing complexity of Nesta’s emotional state). Blur the lines between any imaginable category: life and death, human and animal, known and unknown, Self and Other, beautiful and monstrous, good and evil, masculine and feminine, the list goes on. Most importantly make your readers uncomfortable by frustrating their desires to sort things into easy binary categories and don’t apologise for making them question their assumptions about the world, morality, gender, and any other kind of previously constructed Order.

Basically write the story with Dionysus-in-a-Greek-tragedy energy and bring to us mere mortals artful Chaos.

Once that is done we can have a literal Romantic/Gothic Horror story. The Acotar series could have been this unapologetically, with the added element of being told through the eyes of the "Cathy" character instead of through the lens of a third person getting second-hand accounts about what went on. This whole series is honestly enough of a chaotic mess of Byronic-like heroes and heroines and cursed familial relationships that it could have been that. That alone is peak entertainment. The problem, however, and the main reason why I can’t really say that this series truly delivered this wackiness is that SJM committed the act of not fully committing to the bit (very un-Romantic of her, I know). Now, I am not saying that SJM actually intended this. I’m just saying it really could have accidentally been this genius with some tweaks. Unfortunately, she made the crucial mistake of trying to justify too much, trying to make things too neat, too tidy, too sensical (in other words: the reason we really can’t have nice things).

I could end this here, lamenting the potential of what SJM had set-up for us were it not for one element, one gift:

Nesta

OHOHOHO DO THINGS GET GOOD HERE SO BUCKLE UP

Most of the characters refuse to fully commit to the bit in their desire to satisfy modern sensibilities, by which I of course mean they want ridiculous things like political power, to conquer lands, to be a Girl Boss, to get married, have kids, celebrate holidays, converse about mundane things, be relatable, etc. You know, pretty pedestrian stuff that only requires a bit of genetic luck, a sprinkle of energy, and the right circumstances within the world of Acotar. I would like to reiterate the beginning of this paragraph: most of the characters.

Let’s say you’re stubborn and you decide to still read the series through the lens of the Romantic/Gothic tradition, what happens then?

The most hilarious thing (for the Nesta stans that is. The antis would probably hate this)

Nesta, based on what we know about her through Feyre and the limited amount of other scenes, is the only character who really takes the performance seriously. She's the only one that SJM hasn't managed to confine through justification. Nesta just shows up and simply refuses to make sense (her POWER what a queen 👑). She is endlessly fascinating because she just exists in her world on her terms, established categories be damned, and in this manner she frustrates not only the sensibilities of the characters in the stories but those of the reader as well. This double duty is, I suggest, the result of the other characters not fully inhabiting the nebulous world of Romantic characters and thus being a little too plausible and understandable even if they are not justifiable.

Ok, you may say, but I relate so much to Nesta. I do understand her. I don’t justify all of her actions, but I understand where she is coming from. (You’re not alone, friend. I like to think these things too. Alas, we are but plebs).

To that I reply; Nesta does things, certainly, and we can spend hours trying to explain through extrapolation, educated guesses, and personal experience why she did those things, but the fact is we really don't know why. We are never explicitly told. Our insight into who she is and her motivations comes predominantly from the understanding of her youngest sister and from our own interpretation of the actions she takes. I must make clear that our own interpretations are rooted in pre-established assumptions about what is sensical and orderly in our own world and in our own lives. We cannot interpret with the tools available to us that which may be, by definition, unfathomable. It is simply paradoxical. Nesta, as we currently know her, is a construct derived from a limited number of scenes and our interpretations and projections of these scenes. Even the scenes where we get third person narration don’t explicitly tell us her motivations and her logic. For all we know there really is no comprehensible reason for her actions and that is endlessly amusing to me in how utterly Romantic it is. Acosf may and likely will change this of course, but as it stands, Nesta is a whole Romantic character. Her divisiveness in fandom and in the narrative could be due in part to her refusal to fit the discrete categories available in her world and ours.

Isn’t that wonderful?

To illustrate this a bit more I will share some details SJM gives us about her/ elements she sets up that fit in with the characteristics of the Romantic tradition (these are not exhaustive by any means):

The absolute pettiness (and extra-ness) of being so angry at her father’s inaction that she is willing to starve to death to see if he does something.

How in Acowae she is described as shifting between emotions as if she were changing clothes and feeling everything too strongly (probably to the point of destruction)

She is constantly being compared to animals, even when she is still human. Granted, SJM compares everyone to animals, but that strengthens the blurring of lines between usually discrete categories. It is still most powerful when used as a comparison when she is human because it dehumanises Nesta.

Often, SJM describes her characters as forces. Forces of nature, for example. Acofas is full of details like this in relation to Nesta. There is a storm brewing leading up to the solstice party and it is in full swing when she arrives at the townhouse. The language used there suggests that Nesta herself may be the storm (against the onslaught of Nesta). It really adds to the Maleficent energy tbh.

She is often associated with death post her transformation

She is Other even to Others. She was Made like Elain, Feyre, and Amren in a sense, but the process of her specific transformation differentiates her greatly from the others. As it is, she doesn’t fit in anywhere

Her intense attachment to her femininity and its expression are at odds with the ideas and assumptions about the performance of womanhood and a woman’s role in her world and even in ours. She is unapologetically feminine in her physical presentation, but her character, her thoughts, and possibly even desires transgress the unwritten rules of acceptable femininity (unfortunately there still are abject expressions of femininity in our ‘”progressive” mileux

She displays in many of her actions a disrespect towards authority and to the status quo. This is particularly notable when her intensely polarised sense of right and wrong is aggravated.

Her self-destructiveness. This is referred to most strongly in Acofas, but I would say she was remarkably blasé about self-preservation in Acowar as well

She is described as intelligent, cunning, ruthless, attractive, and prone to debilitating extremes of emotionality. All of these are characteristics of Byronic heroes, a subtype of the Romantic hero

Here are a bunch of quotes that touch on many of the elements that I have discussed above:

“I looked at my sister, really looked at her, at this woman who couldn’t stomach the sycophants who now surrounded her, who had never spent a day in the forest but had gone into wolf territory...Who had shrouded the loss of our Mother, then our downfall, because the anger had been a lifeline, the cruelty a release. But she had cared--beneath it she had cared, and perhaps loved more fiercely than I could comprehend, more deeply and loyally.”

--Acotar, emphasis mine, note the strong emotions. This is a recurring element for Nesta.

“Cassian’s face went almost feral. A wolf who had been circling a doe...Only to find a mountain cat wearing its hide instead.”

--Acomaf, animal comparison

“Nesta is different from most people,” I explained. “She comes across as rigid and vicious, but I think it’s a wall. A shield--like the ones Rhys has in his mind.” “Against what?” “Feeling. I think Nesta feels everything--sees too much; sees and feels it all. And she burns with it. Keeping that wall up helps from being overwhelmed, from caring too greatly.”

--Acomaf, emphasis mine

“I knew that she was different [...] Nesta was different [...] as if the Cauldron in making her...had been forced to give more than it wanted. As if Nesta had fought after she went under, and had decided that if she was to be dragged into hell, she was taking the Cauldron with her.”

--Acomaf, Nesta had her own plans for the Cauldron what a queen

“Something great and terrible.”

--Acowar, referring to her eyes. Oooh, spooky Nesta 👻

“The day she was changed, she...I felt something different with her [...] like looking at a house cat and suddenly finding a panther standing there instead.”

--Acowar, a two in one here: difference + animal comparison. Boy does SJM really go heavy when establishing Nesta as Other.

“‘Not in flesh, not in the thing that prowls beneath our skin and bones...’ Amren’s remarkable eyes narrowed. ‘But...I see the kernel, girl.’ Amren nodded, more to herself than anyone. ‘You did not fit--the mold that they shoved you into. The path you were born upon and forced to walk. You tried, and yet you did not, could not fit. And then the path changed.’ A little nod. ‘I know--what it is to be that way. I remember it, long ago as it was.’

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’“

--Acowar, show don’t tell gets thrown out the window here, but it is useful for the present purposes

“What if I tell you that the rock and darkness and sea beyond whispered to me, Lord of Bloodshed? How they shuddered in fear, on that island across the sea. How they trembled when she emerged. She took something--something precious. She ripped it out with her teeth. What did you wake that day in Hybern, Prince of Bastards?

What came out was not what went in [...] How lovely she is, new as a fawn and yet ancient as the sea. How she calls to you. A queen as my sister once was. Terrible and proud; beautiful as a winter’s sunrise.”

--Acowar, who knew rocks, darkness, and the sea were such gossips, but look how many connections to nature! To be compared to the sea, a significant example of the sublime, is peak Romanticism. If any of you have read Moby Dick, think about what the ocean and the white whale might have represented there and how that might relate to Nesta.

“I think the power is death--death made flesh.”

--Acowar, Feyre referring to the possible nature of Nesta’s power. Alluding to her powers possibly being related to death is quite significant because that is something most of us cannot comprehend, nor can most of the characters. For Nesta, a “reborn” but very much living character to have death associated with her is a strong blurring of the lines. The case of her being labelled a witch is similarly significant as it solidifies the elements of the supernatural while simultaneously comparing her to pretty much the only exclusively female-coded monster in western pop culture. I will touch more on this when I do my study of Nesta through the framework of Barbara Creed’s Monstrous Feminine.

“I am not like the others.”

--Acowar, we love a self-aware queen.

“Nesta took in his broken body, the pain in Cassian’s eyes, and angled her head.

The movement was not human.

Not fae.

Purely animal.

Purely predator.”

--Acowar

There are a lot more details and quotes that support this interpretation, but I didn’t write them all down in my archived notes. This post is obscenely long, however, so even though there is more to be said, I’ll leave it for another day. If you made it this far you really are an MVP and probably love Nesta to a concerning degree like me. Please rest your eyes if you’re actually reading this 😂

I’d love to read about any other takes and thoughts that might have come to your minds after reading this monstrosity,

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What it’s real like being a Dyslexic

Today's post shall be about Dyslexia from "Dyslexia the Gift". Well I didn't know that I was blessed with such an omnipotent power. Thank you Dyslexia the Gift for Awakening my abilities. Anyways this post is just my rebuttal to this list as an Anthropomorphic Tangerine with severe dyslexia. Here we go: General:

1. Appears bright, highly intelligent, and articulate but unable to read, write, or spell at grade level.

Ahhhhh.......... so I am all those big words that I can't spell or pronounce.

BTW who ever came up with the word Dyslexia is a troll cause you knew damn well I can't spell that.

2. Labelled lazy, dumb, careless, immature, “not trying hard enough,” or “behavior problem.”

Hey I am not lazy just because Suzie spends her the night figuring out Algebra questions and I on the other hand will look at her formula, "Copy and Paste" for myself and even then at the end of the day I stilled will have learned it. Einstein did say there are different types of genius.

3.Isn’t “behind enough” or “bad enough” to be helped in the school setting.

Let's just pretend it didn't take me 3 times to read this inorder to understand it. Anywhose.

The school suggested to my parents to take me to get tested. Although I think it was because they wanted justify their discrimination against me.

4. High in IQ, yet may not test well academically; tests well orally, but not written.

Lies. I failed in both.

5.Feels dumb; has poor self-esteem; hides or covers up weaknesses with ingenious compensatory strategies; easily frustrated and emotional about school reading or testing.

*clear throat* In best Beyonce voice "I'm survivor................"

6.Talented in art, drama, music, sports, mechanics, story-telling, sales, business, designing, building, or engineering.

Ohh.......come on I suppose to be talented in these fields why didn't Dyslexia tell me this.

7.Seems to “Zone out” or daydream often; gets lost easily or loses track of time.

They were in the Zone like in Soul

woahh..... that was a bar.

8.Difficulty sustaining attention; seems “hyper” or “daydreamer.”

As I type this I peer out through the window wondering if clouds really are made of precipitation or that is what the Illuminati wants you to think.

9. Learns best through hands-on experience, demonstrations, experimentation, observation, and visual aids.

Crash Course history is my religion.

Vision, Reading, and Spelling:

10.Complains of dizziness, headaches or stomach aches while reading.

Starts going in the 4th dimension if I pick up a book.

11.Confused by letters, numbers, words, sequences, or verbal explanations.

Algebra is not for dyslexics. You mix letters and numbers together. Mathematicians were not thinking of dyslexics when Algebra was created.

12. Reading or writing shows repetitions, additions, transpositions, omissions, substitutions, and reversals in letters, numbers and/or words.

Yes Yes . Truly feal for all of of my teacher who read my essays.

13.Complains of feeling or seeing non-existent movement while reading, writing, or copying.

I am Percy Jackson so I am a god.

14.Seems to have difficulty with vision, yet eye exams don’t reveal a problem.

I actually had glasses.

15.Extremely keen sighted and observant, or lacks depth perception and peripheral vision.

Yet another sentence I can't understand. Hold up let me go and look up “depth perception” so I can understand this sentence, real quick.........................This is true.

16.Reads and rereads with little comprehension.

Reading number fifteen (15) proves this.

17.Spells phonetically and inconsistently.

Hooked on Phonics told me otherwise.

Hearing and Speech:

18.Has extended hearing; hears things not said or apparent to others; easily distracted by sounds.

Being an only child while being home alone this ability doesn't have any benefits.

19.Difficulty putting thoughts into words; speaks in halting phrases; leaves sentences incomplete; stutters under stress; mispronounces long words, or transposes phrases, words, and syllables when speaking.

I feel called out.

Writing and Motor Skills:

20.Trouble with writing or copying; pencil grip is unusual; handwriting varies or is illegible.

I may have changed my writing style multiple times. Some legible, some not.

21.Clumsy, uncoordinated, poor at ball or team sports; difficulties with fine and/or gross motor skills and tasks; prone to motion-sickness.

But if I am supposed to be talented at sports in the afro-mention point why can't I catch a ball.

Dyslexia being confused since 1877.

22.Can be ambidextrous, and often confuses left/right, over/under.

Yip...A 20 something that doesn't know their left from their right.

Math and Time Management:

23.Has difficulty telling time, managing time, learning sequenced information or tasks, or being on time.

Well if I can't tell time I can't manage my time thus I don't have enough time to do tasks so that is why I am never on time.

24.Computing math shows dependence on finger counting and other tricks; knows answers, but can’t do it on paper.

Only if Math exam were oral I would have accolades in Math.

25.Can count, but has difficulty counting objects and dealing with money.

Y'all I have nightmares about being a cashier.

26.Can do arithmetic, but fails word problems; cannot grasp algebra or higher math.

As I said before Algebra not, for dyslexics.

Memory and Cognition:

27:Excellent long-term memory for experiences, locations, and faces.

I wish could forget about that time I fell down in front the entire school. And yes this is not an exaggeration. The ENTIRE school saw this.

28.Poor memory for sequences, facts and information that has not been experienced.

Subjects dyslexics shouldn't do:

Science: too many big words you can't spell.

History or Literature: reading is detrimental to your health.

Math: A-L-G-E-B-R-A

29.Thinks primarily with images and feeling, not sounds or words (little internal dialogue).

Sad truth I wear my heart on my sleeves. It's fricking annoying cause I want to be mad in peace without anyone knowing Goddamn it .

Behavior, Health, Development, and Personality:

30.Extremely disorderly or compulsively orderly.

I am Death the Kid.

(If you don't get that reference you are uncultured)

31.Can be class clown, trouble-maker, or too quiet.

Like I was disliked in school for being too quiet. You would think that it was students oh no no no Patricia it was teachers.

Sorry Mrs. Emily for not giving you grey hairs, so you have the opportunity to go home to your loving husband to complain about how much you hate your job and kids. While you thinking about your affair with the young nextdoor neighbour, who you would end up marrying only to then leave them for a hot 20 yea.............................Ummmm that got a bit personal there lets continue shall we

32.Had unusually early or late developmental stages (talking, crawling, walking, tying shoes).

It took a while to learn how to tie my laces.

33.Prone to ear infections; sensitive to foods, additives, and chemical products.

So wait not only did Dyslexia inhibit my ability to read, comprehend and to tell my right from my left to function normally in society but it caused my ear infections too. That is it I'm done

Moving to Siberia.

34.Can be an extra deep or light sleeper; bedwetting beyond appropriate age.

I was a very well trained tangerine.

35.Unusually high or low tolerance for pain.

Everytime I stub my pinky toes it feels like an aeroplane wheel rolled over it.

36.Strong sense of justice; emotionally sensitive; strives for perfection.

Facts!

37.Mistakes and symptoms increase dramatically with confusion, time pressure, emotional stress, or poor health.

2 second Rant

Examiners don't think of dyslexic people, even with extra time. The sheer amount of times it takes just to understand the question then to answer with the best possible Grammar is straight cruelty.

You automatically want me to fail and not finish don't you.

You Demon.

Mini sidestory:

While writing this I asked my significant other to spell "Exaggerate", dude looked at me and told me to sound it out. Past me knew he was going to say this and I did sound it out before he asked me to sound it out. I told him that I did and that I don't know what letter comes after "Ex", he was like babe sound it out..................................

Tangerine internal thoughts: (Exsqueeze me) Every time try that a ""H" is coming up in my head. I thought this through ya know.

In conclusion I sound it out to my phone.

To anyone who don't understand Dyslexia fully I do suggest researching.

My commentary is completely subjective but if you relate that is good :)

That's all my Fruits until next time

- TheeTangerine

Proof read by TheeApple<3

https://www.dyslexia.com/about-dyslexia/signs-of-dyslexia/test-for-dyslexia-37-signs/

#funny memes #dyslexic #dyslexia #long reads #long post #relatable #funny content #funny

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twoidiotwriters1 · 4 years

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Pure Blood 26 (Sirius Black x F!Oc)

Warnings: Fights, blood, violence. A long chapter, :)

Words: 3,426

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Chapter 25: Chapter 27

I move my leg up and down repeatedly and try not to panic as I wait for Remus to arrive. I’m sitting in one of the armchairs in the room of requirement, in front of a fireplace, beside me is a basket full of chocolates. I muster all my strength not to eat one.

After a few more minutes, the door opens and I get up quickly, but stop in place when I see Sirius across the room.

"Sirius?" How weird, I asked to see Remus. “What are you doing?"

"Remus told me that you’d meet today, so I spoke with him to exchange places just for tonight,” he says with a serious face as he approaches.

I walk around the couch and over to him.

"Why?" We stop at a reasonable distance.

"I think we both owe each other an explanation."

I try to ignore the anxiety his words give me.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about…”

He smirks and shakes his head.

“I'll give you a hint,” He takes another step towards me and I look at him in surprise. “One day I was ready to go to the Great Hall, serve myself food, talk to my friends and maybe, just maybe, see the girl who lately has me going crazy,” I frown, "In every sense of the word…”

“I- I don’t–" I stutter.

"But what do I find?" He continues, ignoring me. "That same girl, kissing one of my best friends."

That wasn't me.

"I had never envied any of my friends in the same way that I did then," He clenches his jaw. Instinctively, I take a step back, but Sirius's arm quickly wraps around my waist. I yelp when his chest collides with mine. "So I demand some explanation."

My eyes go from his gray eyes to his lips.

“Sirius…” I whisper.

He notices my gaze and smiles sideways.

"What do you want, Persephone?"

Brain, react!

Sirius closes his eyes and tilts his head, few inches separate our lips and-

A crash scares me. I open my eyes and realize that I am still on the couch in front of the fireplace.

"Persephone?"

I get up and this time I meet Remus.

Did I just- Did I dream about..?

"You're good?" He asks coming to my side. “You're very red, are you still sick?"

"Wait I just need- fuck…” I say, nervously moving away from him to a corner looking at the wall.

I close my eyes and take a moment to calm down. Oh brain, we'll take care of this later, damn it. When I think I'm better, I turn around and Remus looks at me concerned.

"I'm fine, it was just ... a nightmare,” I lie.

“Sure?" I nod.

We’re silent for a few seconds and I look closely at my friend, with Alice's advice in mind.

"Well, I uh-" I see the basket. "I brought you chocolates!" I let out, anxiously pointing to the basket.

He looks at me confused, but chuckles.

"Why am I not surprised?” He says mockingly and I smile. “You always try to fix everything with sweets.”

Well, he's not upset... for now.

"I just wanted to start this off right."

We both sat on the couch, facing each other.

"Percy I -uh…” he starts.

"Wait," I interrupt, reaching out for his hand. "The one who should apologize is me…” I stir uncomfortably. "Believe me I didn’t plan the kiss, I don’t know what happened to me. It sounds cliché, but it’s true. Hearing you say all those negative things about you, I wanted to tell you that you’re more than that and that any girl would be crazy to go out with you, but you kept belittling yourself and I–“

“Percy," says Remus with a light chuckle. “Breathe."

“Sorry,” I make a face.

"Do you feel something for me?" He blurts out. "Something more than just…”

I could say that my connection to Remus is very different from any I’ve ever had. That he’s an attractive, sweet, kind and loyal boy, but when I try to think of him in some other way, more than a friend… I think of someone else.

“No," I sigh. "I can only see you as a friend.”

He gazes at me, I guess he wants to make sure I'm not lying or hesitating, and then it’s his turn to sigo heavily.

"Thanks to Merlin,” He says and then leans against the back of the chair. I raise a brow and smile in amusement.

"Should I be concerned about your reaction, Wolfie?" He straightens up quickly causing me to laugh. "Just kidding!”

"Don't take it the wrong way, Percy,” He scratches the back of his neck. "I can't see you any other way either…” He says blushing a little. "The kiss was uh- I don't know.”

“Well," I cut. ”You're a good kisser, Lupin.” I wink at him and he blushes even more, laughing.

"Yes, it was a good kiss, but it didn’t feel right."

I nod making a face.

"I'm sorry that everything has gotten out of control, I didn’t believe that my words had that result…”

“Me neither, and you shouldn't apologize for that. It was not the best decision I have made - one of many - so, sorry…”

"I forgive you,” He smiles. "Come here!"

He raises his arms and I practically lunge towards him in a tight hug. I hide my face in his neck and smile at the contact.

"I missed you, Wolfie…”

"Me too,” he whispers. "You know? A lot happened in these days…”

"Tell me everything," I say, putting the chocolate basket between us.

“At first, I was thinking too much about whether I could have any feelings towards you, but no matter how hard I tried, only these memories could come, such as when I met you, when you asked me for help, when we became friends, all those jokes, the meetings, your thrill of wanting to know more than what I taught you about Muggles or anything else,” He says grabbing a chocolate. “And I didn't- uh, I couldn't see it as romantic. I know all the Trixie drama is not a good thing to tell, but I thought about how I felt when I was with her…” I grimace. "When I started liking her, I wanted to hold her hand, know about her day… always wondered what she’d be doing…”

“Ew," I complain and he laughs again.

"Yes, now I think that, but in the moment, it was something true for me,” he looks down. "With that little experience, I compared it and- I don't know, it's different with you.”

"I understand" I say biting my chocolate. Suddenly he looks up and smiles in amusement. "What?"

"There was also another very big factor. I had a pretty deep conversation with Sirius."

I raise my eyebrows and try to divert my gaze to the fireplace- remembering the dream…

Stop!

"Okay?" I say trying not to show interest, but I can't fool my best friend.

"He asked me if I had feelings for you,” that draws my attention and I turn to him. "Since he saw the kiss, he didn’t speak to me, he didn’t even look at me, but last night he confronted me. He seemed quite affected, but also lost. I've never seen him like this… I don't know exactly what's going on in Sirius' head, Percy, but of one thing I'm sure: What was once fear, hatred or annoyance towards you, is no longer in him.”

I bite my lower lip.

"I was thinking about what I felt towards you, but there was always another person…” I say with a lump in my throat. Remus hugs me.

"I don't like to see you both like that,” He whispers. "But I can't do anything and you know it.”

"I'm scared, Remus…”

"Whatever happens, I'll always be with you.”

__________

This day has been strange since I got up, everything around me has not been like the other days.

I thought that after my meeting with Remus, the rest would be quiet. It's been several days since the kiss and I haven't heard any more rumors about it.

When I went down to the Slytherin common room I got several looks, I usually ignore them, but this time, some girls were looking at me worried. Even some guys. I had breakfast with Jenna and she didn't say anything about it, I told her what happened, but she didn't know.

The only normal thing were the classes, except potions, since my seatmate didn’t bother to appear. Usually Sirius avoids me and that's it. But when we left the room, I asked Remus if he knew anything about Sirius, he told me that he didn't even see him in the morning, I even asked James.

In my room I just throw my backpack, I put on another sweater, I leave my room and go to the common room, again I receive those strange looks, but I continue on my way. Just as I get out, a boy stands in my way.

"If you forgot the password again, Rosier, I don't care," I complain and try to deviate, but he gets in my way again.

"You always know what to say, don't you Singh?"

"It's easy enough when the other person is an idiot,” I cross my arms. And he smiles tight. "What do you want?"

"I just came to collect a debt,” he says while two of his friends arrive behind his back. I frown.

"I don't have time for your games,” again I try to walk, but the boy takes my arm so hard it makes me yelp in pain. "What the fuck?"

Rosier pulls me to the end of the hall and pushes me against a wall still holding my arm.

"Is anyone coming?" The boy asks his friends and they show their heads. He turns to look at me with an evil smile. "Now we’ll play, little Persephone."

Ok, now I'm scared. Everything happens so fast that I don't have time to pick up my wand.

"Let go of me, idiot!" I scream and then feel a strong blow to my stomach, making me double over.

All the air escapes from my lungs, I close my eyes in pain, some tears escape and I cough for air, Evan forces me to turn my back against the wall.

"Listen little shit, we will give you a lesson that you’ll never forget, so that you know on which side you belong,” he says, pulling out his wand pointing at my neck. “Dirty blood, or with your dear family.”

"Son of a bitch,” I say with difficulty and he laughs.

"I suppose you know this spell, your father uses it very often…”

My eyes widen and I try to get out of his grip, but that only hurts me more.

"Get over it, Evan," says one of his friends, but Rosier ignores him.

"You don't know how much I'll enjoy this,” he whispers.

"Rosier!" yells his friend and Evan turns around, but it's too late. A fist hits his face causing him to fall.

My legs fail and I also fall to the ground, out of his grip. When I look up I see Sirius, but Rosier's friends take him by the shoulders until the leader turns to get up with blood coming from his nose.

"Here comes the traitor,” growls Rosier. "Are you such a coward as to not to use magic?"

"You deserve a face readjustment," Sirius replies.

Rosier and Black start a fight while the rest just make sure no one interrupts them, but I’m not going to sit around doing nothing.

I get up with difficulty and approach the fight. I hear things breaking, grunts and whines. From one moment to the next, Evan is above Sirius hitting his face and the best thing I can think of is climb onto Rosier's back trying to grab his arms and putting an arm around his neck.

“Let go, you prick!” He complains, which gives Sirius a chance to hit him. We both fall while I release my grip and now Sirius has the upper hand.

In the distance I see Rosier's wand, so I crawl towards it, but Rosier's friends take me by the arms and force me away from the fight.

"Leave me!" I screech, I see how Evan kicks Sirius' stomach causing him to cough up some blood. "Sirius!"

I feel that one of the accomplices lets me free and I turn to meet James, who hits him and pushes him away.

"You're good?" he asks me, but I can only look at Sirius with utter concern. James reacts and runs to help his friend. Rosier’s friend had fled the scene.

He takes Rosier away and smashes him into a wall hard. When I see that he’s at a disadvantage I run to Sirius and kneel beside him, James follows me.

"Sirius, come on mate,” he whispers giving him small slaps on the cheek. Black seems disoriented, blinking several times until he focuses his eyes on us.

“Shit,” is all he says. I touch his face with my shaking hands and I realize that I’m crying.

"What's going on here?"

James and I turn to see McGonagall horrified of the scene in front of her.

***

After an hour of yelling, scolding and prompting, I find myself in the teacher's office, sitting at her desk with my eyes downcast.

"Why did Evan Rosier start the fight with you, Persephone?" she says.

After telling her everything that happened and seeing me upset, she didn't want to hurt scare me further, so she spoke softly to me.

I have thought about Evan’s threat. The big party where great pure-blood families will be is this Saturday, and I think someone wanted to send me a message not to do anything stupid that day, create fear to be on the 'right side’. But my words are different.

“We have never gotten along, teacher. Maybe he couldn't take it anymore,” McGonagall sighs knowing I'm lying, but doesn't push me. “Sirius just helped me,” I say with a broken voice.

"Well, I'll take it upon myself to speak to Dumbledore about it when he returns from business.”

I nod.

"You can go now.”

I look up.

"Without punishment?"

She raises her eyebrows.

"Do you want one, Miss Singh?" She asks with a small smile.

I shook my head, "No, sorry.” I try to smile.

I get up from the chair, but a stabbing pain brings me back with a groan.

"Are you okay?"

The first hit Rosier gave me, right now I'm remembering it.

"May- maybe, I hit myself when I tried to separate them."

"Go to the infirmary, don't worry about the classes.”

I nod and obey orders before saying a little 'thank you’.

When I get to the infirmary, Madame Pomfrey is nowhere to be found, so I walk down the hall until I reach the end where the curtain that separates the stretchers covers all that space. I hear several groans and scolding from the nurse.

"Madame Pomfrey?"

Suddenly the curtain is drawn back and Pomfrey looks up at me raising her eyebrows.

"How can I help you?"

"Uh- it hurts here…” I say like a little girl. Pomfrey examines my… I lower my head and I find a huge purple bruise on much of my torso.

Damn Rosier.

She touches lightly and I hiss in pain.

"I've run out of the potion I need, I'll have to go with Slughorn,” She makes a face and looks over her shoulder. And that's when I can see that Sirius is sitting on the bed, shirtless. "Can you put this on the wounds on his face while I'm gone?"

I take the tiny bottle and a piece of cloth that she gives me. Without letting me answer, she leaves the infirmary. I turn back to Sirius. I wet the cloth with the liquid and look at the wounds.

"May l?" I ask shyly at his gaze. He nods and I start to clean the wounds. Every once in a while, he winces. At this distance I see cuts and bruises over his face, his eye is a bit swollen, his lip is split, his left shoulder has a huge purple bruise as well as in various parts of his torso.

"You're good?" He asks in a fine voice. I stop and look into his eyes with a frown.

"You're covered in bruises and cuts, probably a broken bone, and you ask me if I'm okay?"

She shrugs and grimaces.

"I didn’t know that you were hurt."

"I'll be fine,” I say in a sweet voice returning to my work.

"Where is James?"

"He went to tell the others, in addition, McGonagall told him to go back to class, she threatened him not to let him see you if he didn't obey," I say with a small smile. "Where is Rosier?"

Sirius snorts rolling his eyes.

"He made a fuss by not wanting Pomfrey to touch him, he's with Slughorn.” I nod.

"I uh-" After a few minutes in silence. "Thank you for helping me,” I take my hand away.

"You're welcome,” he says smiling a little, then it falls. "Why did Rosier try to hurt you?”

It was one thing to tell the teacher and another to tell Sirius. He won't stop with a lie.

"It was a message not to do anything stupid at the dance on Saturday."

"Someone from your family?"

"I don’t know. Maybe, it wouldn't be the first time…” I say without thinking and he looks at me confused.

"What?"

Uh-oh.

"Wait, is that what happened that summer?"

"Uh- No?" I say nervous.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"And who could help me, Sirius?" I tilt my head and lean back on my seat. "You? Back then we were a mess, no one else could help me, not even Dumbledore. My parents rule everything or they can buy anyone, just like yours,” I say annoyed. “You, better than anyone, know…”

Sirius opens and closes his mouth trying to say something, but in the end he just stares.

"It's complicated,” I sigh.

"It's really fucked up, huh?"

I bite my lower lip and set things on the nearby cabinet.

“Now all we need is Remus getting jealous of all this,” He snorts.

I look at him confused.

"What?"

"Well, you’re really close and I’m shirtless, some things can be misunderstood,” he says scratching his cheek.

I remember Remus's words and try not to smile.

"Why would he be jealous?"

He looks at me in disbelief.

"Come on, you know we all witnessed the kiss,” he says uncomfortably. "You don't have to lie."

"Don't you mind? About the kiss?” A silly question, his own body language tells me he does.

"I guess I have no choice, er- I'm happy for you…” he stutters, looking down at his lap.

It makes him look cute, despite the sadness. My heart is pounding in my chest and my hands are shaking a little.

I hope Alice isn’t wrong. I inhale for courage and put my hand on his chin to lift his head.

“I'm not dating Remus. I have no feelings for him, at least not that kind,” I whisper very close to him.

"Why did you kiss him?"

I roll my eyes.

"It is a long story."

“So," He looks at my lips. "I uh-"

My eyes drop a little and I don't have time to process it, he leans down and kisses me gently.

Holy shit.

My mind is clouded, my skin burns and I bring my hand towards his neck to bring him closer, while he holds my cheek. His lips are soft and when he moves them in sync with mine I almost want to scream.

We are both so immersed in the kiss that we don’t hear the footsteps in the hall and when the curtain is drawn again, we apart.

James, Remus and Peter sees us in stunned silence until Remus lets out a loud laugh.

"Look at that!” says James. "I leave them alone for a moment and they eat each other!” He jokes making me blush intensely.

“Idiot," says Sirius laughing.

"I thought I wouldn't live for this moment," says Remus. "But I must say Padfoot, you look like shit.”

"Are you okay, Padfoot?" Peter asks over out laughter.

Sirius looks at me.

"I will be, Wormtail,” He says, smiling.

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Absolution

Summary:

noun: formal release from guilt, obligation, or punishment

The Capital Wasteland lauded the Lone Wanderer as a hero, a Messiah, a savior who's willing to give her life for the Good Fight. Beyond the legends, the propaganda, and the mythification that surrounded her legacy, there is only one person who knew her bare soul. She gave him his absolution, and now he will fight for hers.

September 23, 2277

“What kind of fun are we talking about, Nova?” Percy asks the redhead, a look in her eye that I can only describe as mischievous.

“I’m thinking of a game, honey. Let’s get the boys involved too,” Nova said. “It’s a slow night anyway. Think we can close up early, Gob?”

“Huh? Uh sure! Anything for you, Nova,” replies the other ghoul. The way he hangs on the smoothskin’s word says it all. Poor bastard.

“I think I have a deck of cards upstairs. Say… strip poker?” Nova suggests.

I almost spat out my drink.

Gob, standing right across me behind the bar, rubs his face. Percy tilts her head at Nova, looking clueless as hell.

“What’s strip poker?”

“Miss, do you know what poker is?” I ask her, and she shakes her head. “Then you would not like strip poker.”

Nova laughs and pats my mistress in the back. “Aw, you’re no fun,” she says to me, and Percy raises an eyebrow.

“What is strip poker?” Percy insists on asking.

“Regular poker is a game where players bet that they have the highest ranking card. Strip poker is just the same thing, but you have to remove a piece of clothing if you lose the round,” Gob explains through his teeth. “Charon’s right, smoothskin. It would suck for a beginner like you.”

“Trying to get me out of my clothes, Nova? I thought you weren’t into girls,” Percy giggles, and Nova throws her head back and laughs. “Just curious, hon. Ever since you got Moriarty out of the picture, I stopped the side business. Never thought that I’d miss getting touched so soon.”

The mistress looks at Gob, a knowing look on her face. Then, she turns to Nova. “Hey, I’m sure there’s a lot of people here on Megaton who’d like to get with you.”

Well. Percy noticed it too, huh?

“Uh, Nova? Percy? The game?” Gob interrupts nervously, and the women laugh together. “Right, right. Care to suggest anything, Percy? Any games you played in the vault?”

“Well, there are some… how about ‘Never Have I Ever’?”

“How do you play?”

“Well, you say something that you haven’t done in your life before, then other players will have to take a shot if they have. If no one takes a shot, the person who asked the question needs to drink theirs,” explains the mistress, to which Nova smirked.

“A drinking game where we get to know each other? I like it! C’mon boys, I’ll get the shot glasses ready.”

“I am not participating,” I tell her, and my mistress’ shoulders sag. “Aw, why not?”

“If you get too intoxicated, miss, I would have to haul your sorry ass back home.”

Percy blurts out a shocked laugh at my choice of words. “Seriously, big guy? We’re in Megaton anyway, and not like there are other patrons in the bar that can hurt me. C’mon, play with us, please?”

Please. Damn that fucking word.

“Fine, fine,” I grumble, and Percy throws her hands in the air with excitement and I am reminded that she’s still a teenager.

“Oh, we’re gonna have so much fun! Okay, who wants to go first?”

A month earlier, I would’ve called whoever told me that some smoothskin angel from a vault would come take my contract from Ahzrukhal, treat me like an actual person instead of a guard dog, and play drinking games with me crazy. Now, she’s leaning against my shoulder, cheeks red, and laughing hard.

“Oh come on, it was just one time! And it’s Moriarty’s fault for yelling at me! Not like the customers would have smelled it through the rot, anyway.”

“You still shit your pants, Gob,” Nova half-cackled, half-slurred.

Percy’s covering her mouth, trying to stop herself from laughing. “I’m so sorry, Gob. I feel bad for laughing because it’s Moriarty’s fault but the way you told the story is still fucking- HAHAHAHA!”

I wasn’t laughing, but I snorted. Man, this poor guy never catches a break, doesn’t he?

“I’ll let you laugh because you’re the one who got me out of my misery, friend,” Gob mumbles to Percy, nursing his empty shot glass in his hand.

“Okay. Next round. Your turn, Gob.”

“Hmmmm. Never have I ever killed someone I knew personally,” said Gob. Percy groans loud and takes a shot. I take mine too.

“Well, looks like you’ve found your match, Miss Dangerous,” Nova comments, nursing her full glass. “Charon, was it? If you wouldn’t mind me asking, who’d you kill?”

“Ahzrukhal,” I tell them, and Gob’s eyes widened.

“Who’s Ahzrukhal?” Nova asks.

“My previous employer, before Percy. He was an evil bastard.”

“When I got captured by slavers all those years ago, I overheard one of them talking that Ahzrukhal tipped them off,” Gob murmured. “I never trusted him. My mother told me to stay away from his bar.”

“Now I see why Percy’s your friend. You both got something against bastard bartenders huh?” Nova jokes, and my mistress quietly laughs.

“Two peas in a pod,” said Percy. “I guess we hate bastards who hurt and take advantage of defenseless people.”

Damn right, we do.

“What about you, hon? Who did you kill?”

“Stevie Mack. A guy from the vault I grew up in,” said Percy, leaning over the bar top. “He killed my friend, Jonas. Then, I saw that he was about to hurt my best friend Amata. I just lost it. Beat his head with a baseball bat until it was nothing but a bloody pulp, just like how I did to Moriarty.”

Nova let out a low whistle. “Damn, Percy.”

Gob clears his throat, and scratches what’s left of the skin on his head. “Damn. Leeeet’s just lighten up a bit. Sorry.”

“Hey, you have nothing to apologize for, Gob. Besides, talking about it helps,” Percy reassures the other ghoul, smiling.

“Your turn, kid,” Gob cheers, pouring scotch in Percy’s shot glass.

“Hmmm… uhhh… never have I ever had vaginal sex,” Percy slurs, red on her cheeks going even deeper.

Goddammit. I’m reminded of that fucking dream and how wrong it was. The last thing I want is to have those thoughts about her while my inhibitions are down. Stupid fucking dick of mine twitched again. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t intact.

I remember what Ahzrukhal threatened her with and felt like throwing up my dinner. To hurt a good person like that...

“You make it sound so medical,” Nova laughs, taking a shot. “Are you serious? Never did it with anyone in the vault?”

“Y-yeah! Birth control is hard to come by in the vault, so I-I never risked it,” Percy stutters. Her face is ever redder than the baseball hat she wore when I first met her.

Gob takes a shot. I take a shot. Then, Percy looked at me with a surprised look on her face.

“You seem surprised that Mr. Tall, Dark and Scary here took a shot too,” Nova croons, and Percy folds her fingers together. “Hey, depending on whether he’s pre-war or not, he probably has a lot of experience under his sleeve.”

“Uh, Nova, I don’t think we should press him further about his sex life… Charon’s a private person, you see,” Percy replies to her, nervous, knuckles white as she pressed them against her lap. Nova pays her no heed. “Hey, guy as big as him, he probably had some ladies coming on to him when he still had skin.”

“I am not answering that,” I tell her firmly.

“C’mon, we’re all friends here, don’t be shy,” Nova insists, slurring and waving the bottle of scotch around. I’m starting to feel uncomfortable.

“Nova…” Gob warns her weakly, taking the bottle from her hands.

Nova ignores both Percy and Gob, and continues to push.

I have lost my patience.

“Fine, you want to know? When I still had skin,” I slurred, looking Nova in the eye. “Employers would let me see prostitutes for fun. I never needed it, but if it stops me from remembering that I’m nothing but a living weapon to them, I’d take it. Some employers used my contract as an excuse to use me for their urges too. With or without my skin.”

Everyone was dead silent. Percy is pale as a ghost.

“I’m done playing,” I grunted, looking away from everyone.

Percy lets out a groan. “This isn’t the first impression I wanted you guys to have on each other, sorry. Mmmaybe we should’ve played a different game. One that doesn’t involve things that are so… personal.”

“I-I’m sorry,” Nova stutters, stunned. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed.”

“Whatever,” I grunted, taking another beer.

“Okay, new rule, no pushing others to share unless they want to,” the mistress tells the other woman, and she nods. Gob just quietly refills everyone’s shot glasses except mine. I just nursed my beer and fucking sat there, wishing this night was over.

“Right. Okay, my turn,” Nova replies.

“Hmmmm… never had I ever been in a serious relationship before.”

Percy takes a shot.

“So, do you want to talk about it or…”

“Yeah, sure. I needed to get some things off my chest anyway. There was this guy in the vault named Butch…”

I can’t help but listen. I shouldn’t be listening to a teenager’s woes about her boyfriend, but here I was.

“Right, so, he was the vault bully. Ran a gang called the Tunnel Snakes. I know, not the catchiest name,” she starts. I can’t help but snort. What kind of fucking dumbshit name is “Tunnel Snakes?”

“I was heartbroken when Amata rejected me. Had a crush on her since we were kids. She’s the Overseer’s daughter, you see. The Overseer’s sort of like the vault president or whatever. And Amata’s the by-the-book type. She eventually admitted that she had feelings for me too, but the vault placed a lot of value on reproducing. So… yeah. A girl with a girl was out of the question.”

Nova starts leaning in, and so did Gob, listening to my mistress intently.

“Hey don’t get me wrong, I liked boys too, and I wouldn’t have dated Butch if I didn’t. But that’s besides the point. The night Amata rejected me, Butch and I were finally forced to sit down and talk because of some stupid game. Then, one of his gang members started to feel sick because he took alcohol with his medicine. I helped him, and Butch and I grew closer since that night,” Percy tells us. I didn’t notice that I was leaning towards her now, too.

“So, yeah. We started dating shortly after. Amata started to become distant because I changed and I started hanging with Butch more. But then I found out that Butch was still seeing his on-and-off girlfriend, Susie. Made him choose. He chose Susie,” the mistress continues, voice cracking.

“God, what an ass,” Nova comments.

“It gets worse,” said Percy. “I blamed myself the entire time, thought that maybe if I gave in and just let him fuck me already, he would’ve stayed. Then, I found out that all this time, the Tunnel Snakes were the Overseer’s puppet. All this time, he got close to me so he could dig dirt on me. The Overseer wanted to use whatever info he got from them to make Amata stay away. Crazy, huh?”

Wow. What an ass, indeed.

“His loss, smoothskin,” Gob comments. “I don’t know why anyone would turn a nice and pretty girl like you down.”

“Thanks for trying to make me feel better, Gob, but, I’m... complicated,” Percy blushes, looking down on her thighs. “I have some trust issues to work through, and it would be unfair to expect Butch to hold my hand as I go through them, y’know?”

“We all have issues,” I finally speak up. All of them look at me.

“It’s not an excuse to break a damn angel’s heart.”

Damn it. Did I say that out loud? Hopefully the mistress forgets about it the next morning, because she’s looking at me with wide eyes, and her friends are giving each other looks, too.

“R-right! Whose turn is it?” Gob stammers.

Thank fuck.

September 24, 2277

It’s around two in the morning when the mistress finished her game. She had too many shots of scotch, almost stumbling off the railings when she barrelled through the saloon door to throw up. I managed to grab her undershirt to steady her before any accidents happened. I feel sorry for the unfortunate fuck screaming below that got splashed with her vomit.

“H-hey, take care of our Percy, hon,” Nova slurs, leaning against the doorframe. Gob was supporting her and is giving me a dopey smile, wobbling, almost as wasted.

“Oh man, careful on the way down. I’ve seen way too many drunks fall over,” said the other ghoul. I grunted and carried the mistress on my back, and she wraps her arms around my shoulders. The dog follows us close by.

Halfway through the way home, she’s slurring and breathing in my ear.

I just brushed it off.

As we arrived home, Percy asked me to put her down near the sink, where she strips out of her clothes. I turned around and faced the wall, hearing her splash the water against her face and drag a rag against her body.

Without saying a word, I go upstairs to get her a new pair of shorts and a shirt. I never noticed how small she really is until I’ve held her change of clothes in my hands. When I got back, Dogmeat was at her feet as she sat on her dirty jumpsuit on the floor, her back turned towards me, and curled into a ball.

“Miss, I got you a change of clothes.”

“T-thank you. I can dress myself,” she mumbles. I wait on the couch as she gets dressed, and I hear the fridge door open and close. She sits next to me, sipping on a bottle of purified water.

“Hey,” she whispers.

I don’t look at her.

“I’m sorry for tonight. God, I just wanted to get to know y-you better and I- you- damn, I fucked up real bad didn’t I?”

I finally look at her. There’s still sick on the edge of her mouth and her nose is dripping. Damn, is she crying?

Grumbling, I stand to fetch the rag, washing and wringing it in the sink. I’m not a damn babysitter, I’m a mercenary. So why the hell am I wiping down this girl’s face while she stammered and sobbed?

“I shouldn’t have forced you to play the game. I’m really sorry Charon,” said the mistress, and I fought the urge to groan.

“I agreed to participate, miss.”

“B-but you- that thing you said about-”

“Shh. Sleep it off.”

“Mmm. Okay. I’m still very sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, Percy.”

“Stay with me?”

I let myself stay.

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crowsent · 4 years

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AUgust 2020: College AU

Prompt given by @augustwritingchallenge

Summary: Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo the III gets peer-pressured into going to a party and meets someone.

Pairing: Minor Perc’ahlia

Characters: Scanlan, Percy, Vex’ahlia

Word Count: 3180

CW: N/A

Notes: the tumblr version is unformatted, no italics, no bold, nothing. for that reason, i highly recommend you to read the ao3 version instead so yall get that sweet sweet tone difference.

AO3 Link: HERE

Let it be known that Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo the III was three more unnecessarily complicated essays away from trudging downstairs into the campus basement where a supposed “demon” dwells to bargain his soul away for but a day of having a clear head for once. The migraine seemed to be permanent. A persistent, obdurate nuisance that’s making his head spin and his eyes see two laptops with furiously typed half-finished assignments on the screen. Well, it was either the cause of the migraine, or it meant that Percy needed to get new glasses.

Or, according to his roommate, one Scanlan Shorthalt, all Percy needed was, “A day off.”

Rooming with Scanlan meant that Percy had experienced more than his fair share of having to skulk to the library, cafeteria, or, God forbid, being forced to wait outside their dorm room whenever Scanlan deigned to bring back a “friend.” More often than not, he had to spend more time turning down Scanlan’s many offers to “unwind” than on actually working on his assignments. Whether it be countless invitations to various parties Percy had no intention of attending, or simply skipping class and laying about with nary a care in the world, roll a couple blunts and allow the feeling to sweep him away. Let the thoughts drift. Stop existing for just a moment.

And though Percy had always turned Scanlan down without so much as a beat of hesitation, perhaps this once time was a rare moment of Scanlan being right for once. Perhaps Percy was working himself to death and maybe it was time for him to stop burning the midnight oil on an essay he was sure his professors merely gave a cursory glance at.

Scanlan swung an arm around the bedpost of his bed, sheets unmade with some of it pooling on the floor. He held a nonchalant pose even as he gave Percy a rather convincing look. “Come on. You’ve been working like a madman for hours! All work and no play makes Percy very grumpy and I, for one, don’t want to see bitchy Percy ever again.”

With another mournful look at his laptop screen, at the paragraphs dancing in his vision, Percy sighed and removed his glasses to rub the headache from his temples. “I have been rather tetchy, haven’t I?” Scanlan made various noises with meanings that might have ranged from “Yes,” to “Fucking duh,” but Percy chose to give him the benefit of doubt. With a sigh of defeat, Percy saved what little work he managed to finish and shut his laptop.

As soon as the screen made a soft ‘click,’ Scanlan let out a loud yell and pumped his fist up in the air in victory. “Finally! I was kind of thinking that you were some kind of robot.” It was the loudest thing Percy had ever had the misfortune of hearing, and he was quite sure that his migraine worsened even more at the sound of Scanlan’s voice. “Okay. I have the perfect idea for you to roll y0our shoulders a bit. Relieve all the tension penetrating your body.”

“Wording, Scanlan.”

Scanlan ignored him. “Just relax and allow yourself to experience everything that college has to offer. A couple of smokes, women, men, bad song choices and spiked drinks.”

“You’re inviting me to a party aren’t yo-”

“I’m inviting you to the best damn party you will ever be invited to,” Scanlan assured. There was fire in his eyes. Granted, Scanlan grew spirited whenever trying to cajole Percy into a party but there was sincerity behind his enthusiasm. “I know you rich kids get invited to all sorts of shit with three-piece suits and butlers with silver trays following after like lost puppies but Percy. Percival. Perc. There aren’t any fountains that shit gold or anything, but come on. If there’s ever a single party that you go to in your college career, let it be this one.”

“I really don’t think-”

“There probably won’t even be that much alcohol and drugs in it. It’ll be rated PG-mostly-13 as far as college parties go.” Scanlan had moved on from his bedside perch and had instead elected to encroach upon Percy’s space, giving his best attempt at puppy dog eyes. “There won’t even be horny assholes humping each other on the couch this time! Hopefully. Probably.”

“Scanlan.”

“Cassandra might be there, I don’t know, but Pike will definitely be there, and I’m the one planning all this for my friends and I’d really like for you to meet them so pretty please Percival Frankenstein Van Helsing Cleopatra de Rolo the Fourth will you please attend just one party to break from your perfect honour roll student life? It’s a birthday party if that helps so it won’t be as wild and crazy as the others. There will even be masks and shit because my other friends are dramatic little shits and I love them to bits and I really want you to meet them all and you don’t even have to suffer the mortal ordeal of being known so please? Please?”

“Oh for goodness’ sake, you win, Scanlan.” Another whoop and a cheer, somehow louder this time, if it was even possible, coupled with a hug that Percy only very slightly recoiled from. “I will attend, with a mask, but do not expect me to stay long.”

“Trust me my friend,” said Scanlan, pulling away with the brightest and widest grin Percy had ever seen from him, “after meeting them, you’ll want to stay.”

Percy doubted it. It had been years now since meeting the Briarwoods, but strangers still made him wary. He couldn’t bear to crush the hope in Scanlan’s eyes though, and resigned himself to an unpleasant night with people he had no intention of talking to ever again once the party was over. Well, once he left. It was going to be one of those attendances where Percy stayed just long enough to be polite. As soon as he could, he planned on booking it right back to his and Scanlan’s dorm room.

If he was already in the room, then maybe, Scanlan would have the decency to bring a potential ‘friend’ somewhere else. (The couches in the common space in the dorm were terribly uncomfortable.) Percy glanced at the clock in the room. Then to his closet, the racks and racks of somewhat formal clothing from a habit he never managed to kick. To the box he knew he kept hidden on the floor, further camouflaged by articles of clothing that don’t fit anymore. Perhaps it would be odd to bring a leather crow-like mask with goggles for eyes to a party, but then again, there was no way in heaven, hell, or any other planes that could possibly exist, that Percy would ever purchase a mask for an event he didn’t even want to attend.

Besides, store-bought masks might fall and slip. His mask won’t.

“I’m going to make some last minute prep for the party. Hang on.” Scanlan hurriedly scribbled an address down in his notebook, tore the scrap of paper off, and handed it to Percy. “Right here. A walk from campus. Starts at seven, don’t be late, see you!”

Before Percy could say anything, Scanlan was out the door, mission seemingly accomplished. He probably only returned to the dorm just so he can invite/cajole/bully Percy into attending his friend’s birthday party. Scanlan even neglected to mention the names of the friends he so wanted Percy to meet.

With a few more hours ‘til Percy has to pretend to socialise at this party, he got up out of his chair, dug out the box from the depths of his closet, and rooted out his mask. For a moment, he did nothing but stare at it.

Foreign and familiar at the same time. A distant echo of the past with a voice that only grew louder and louder the longer he held his mask. It had been years since he had last looked at it, let alone felt the tough material with his own fingers. The glass of the goggles had cracked in places, and the straps would surely no longer fit his head. But he had time, and upon closer inspection at the box itself, it seemed that Percy had subconsciously packed his leatherworking tools, along with more than enough stray pieces of metal, glass, and leather to fashion this mask into something more appropriate for a party.

The migraine still has not gone away, and with every second that passes, Percy gets closer to formulating that plan to sell his soul just to get the pulsing to stop, and he really should get some rest, but leatherworking isn’t work to him. It was relaxing. Freeing. Certainly more than any party would ever do for him. And with Scanlan gone, Percy had the chance to do some work in peace. He cleared his desk, gathered his tools and set to work.

“Percy?” The mask Scanlan chose covered only the lower half of his face. A smooth porcelain-like cover. With night cresting around the corner, and the cheap street lamps offering little to no illumination, (because public funding was… not particularly the best in this area) Percy couldn’t quite tell what Scanlan’s mask was made of. It fit him though. Even in the dim light, there were purple swirls that curled near the edges.

Scanlan nudged him. “Hello? Earth to Percy. Please be Percy. It would be so awkward if I was talking to not Percy.”

“Yes, Scanlan. Hello.” Percy adjusted his mask once more. It was strapped securely on his face, with buckles that would prevent any college party-goer that had one too many drinks from tugging the mask down his face.

Scanlan reached up to tap the shiny metal bits Percy managed to attach to the mask and make it look less plain. The nail of Scanlan’s finger made a soft sound as it met metal. “Huh.” Scanlan nodded and crossed his arms. “Look at you Mr. Overachiever. I thought you were just going to bring a plastic mask and be done with it.”

Percy reached up to push his glasses up his nose, only to hit the metal-plated beak of his mask. Right. The goggles were fixed, mostly, but his prescription had been altered slightly now. Scanlan looked a little blurry. “Did you honestly expect me to half-ass dramatics?” Still, with the mask on, no one could tell that Percy would be squinting for the entire night.

“Should have expected as much from the guy with fifty-thousand names.” Scanlan beckoned him over, towards a building flashing with lights and brimming with people. Pink and purple streamers hung down from the front doors, with some gold accents for flavour. “I’ll introduce you to my friends. Oh, and congratulate Vex and Vax happy birthday yeah?”

He had no idea who those were, but Percy assented. He had to shout the closer they got to the building. The music was tasteful, for a party, but it was unbearably loud. The migraine, which had subsided somewhat in the hours of silence Percy spent working on the mask, had begun to surface again. Still, he gave his word, and a de Rolo never breaks his word.

Scanlan, bless him, tried his best ot be heard over the music. Percy even tried to lean down to hear him better. All he caught was, “... nice mask… saw Cassandra…” and then, much clearer than anything else, “PIKE’S HERE!”

Now, Scanlan was a friend, possibly Percy’s only friend in the odd two years he’s been a student in Emon. None but Scanlan had the moxy and resolve to continuously track Percy down and whittle his walls little by little to form a fierce friendship with him. Percy would fight dragons for Scanlan if need be. But, he thinks with great respect mixed with even greater resignation and a little bit of frustration and regret; Scanlan packs up all logic and inhibitions and manners into a suitcase whenever he saw Pike, and then defenestrated that suitcase as he bolted for her.

Indeed, with the occasional flash of bright light in the building, Percy saw Scanlan’s form rushing over to the side of a pretty woman with pale hair and a plain light blue mask. He could see the laughter in Scanlan’s shoulders from so far away as he and the woman, Pike, talked about things too far from Percy’s earshot.

Now he was simply alone, in a crowded room full of masked strangers with pulsing lights and too-loud music and Percy quickly took off into a corner, doing mental arithmetic with every step to count down the minutes he’d have to spend in this party he never really wanted to go to.

Mercifully, he found a punch table, several bowls lined up with various liquids. He can’t really drink anything in this mask, but he might as well look like he’s mingling with the crowd and whatnot. Percy grabbed a red plastic cup, chucked most of its contents into a potted plant, and leaned his back against a wall, looking out into the sea of people undulating their bodies with the rhythm of the music, and did his best to look like he wanted to be here.

Save the migraine and the lingering whispers in the back of his head about assignments due, the change of pace was refreshing. Annoying, but refreshing. And lacked the social obligations Percy feared he’d have to fulfill when he first came here. People saw him leaning against the wall and assumed that he was merely taking a break from the festivities or awaiting someone. It was peaceful, in a way.

That is, until a woman with an elegant blue mask marched to the punch table, grabbed two cups, downed both, and grabbed a third and joined Percy, leaning on the wall herself, body slightly angled to face him. Percy angled himself as well to face her, to be polite. The mask covered the upper half of her face, with feathers sticking out and up from one side. It matched her silvery blue dress quite well.

“Do you have a sibling?” she asked without preamble, staring into her cup.

Percy instinctively glanced about the room, trying to look for the matching shock of white hair of his sister, whom Scanlan stated might be here. “Yes, a sister,” he answered idly, if a bit sullenly as he found that she was not in attendance. “Though I’m afraid she didn’t join us this evening. A shame too, she would have made for better conversation.”

“Well, at least you don’t have to watch your sister abandon a conversation with you to trip over words with her crush,” said she. She downed her drink in one go. “Honestly, it’s not even the ‘being ignored mid-conversation’ bit that’s bothering me. It’s the pining! It’s the tripping over his own two feet! My brother is a rogue of a man who stole dad’s credit card so he can throw a couple parties and buy some new shit so I don’t have to spend a cent but have him stand in front of Keyleth and he suddenly forgets every language he’s ever known!”

Percy had no idea who this woman was talking about, but a childhood of etiquette lessons compelled him to nod. He wondered what it would feel like, to have Cassandra be so taken with someone in the romantic sense. Just thinking about it felt odd. “Well, I’ve never had the fortune -or misfortune, apparently- to know that feeling, but I can somewhat relate.” The woman gave him a look that clearly meant that she’d lap up any distraction at the moment. Percy would take a distraction just about this time, too. It would certainly make time pass quicker until he could say that he’s attended and make a beeline back to the dorms. “I was peer-pressured into attending this party by a friend, and then I had to watch that friend leave me to fend for myself so he could unsuccessfully flirt with a woman he likes. And then I’d have to listen to him pine all day when he stumbles back into our dorm room with the scent of so much alcohol on his shirt he could be safely classified as a fire hazard.”

The woman snorted and raised her empty cup in the air. “If I had anything in this cup right now, I’d toast to our shit luck.”

Percy raised his cup as well. “I also have nothing in my cup, as drinking with this mask on is terribly inconvenient, but I can toast to that.”

They tapped their cups together, the woman squinting at Percy, finally, finally getting a good look at him. “Did- did you make your mask?”

“I did.” Again, he tried to adjust his glasses, and again, he hit nothing but the beak of his mask. “Well, I made it quite a few years back, but it seems that attempting to get through Professor Groon’s dreadful history essay requirements had… sparked some of my lost creativity. Fixed a couple of things here and there, re-adjusted the straps-”

“Oh God!” she exclaimed. “I haven’t finished the essay yet.”

Neither had Percy. Seeing as he was in the middle of a party, he’d resigned himself to having to rush it in the morning. Again. “I have to admit, I’m more concerned about Professor Groon’s reaction to me not submitting the assignment than I am with taking the hit to my grades.”

She laughed again. Clearly, whatever that punch is had a kick to it that was only just now starting to take effect. “He is an intimidating man, isn’t he?”

Percy hummed in agreement. Professor Groon made a mountain seem small in comparison. “Dear God, yes. And he never seems to blink.”

“Never!” the woman laughed in agreement. “It is such a relief to hear someone else notice that too. I thought I was going mad, uh…?”

Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo the III. “Please call me Percy.”

“Wonderful to meet you dear. My name is Vex’ahlia.” She smiled at him from under her mask, face just a little bit red from the punch. The pulsing lights made the braid draped over her shoulder seem to shine. Her hand stretched delicately out towards him.

“It’s nice to meet you, Percy.”

Percy took her hand in his and returned her smile.

He had no idea what possessed him to do so. Perhaps it was her disarming smile that seemed to knock his legs out from under him, or perhaps it was the way her eyes seemed to glow as they locked onto his, maybe it was even the migraine, throwing all common sense onto the ground. But rather than shake her hand, as he would have done in any other circumstance, Percy bent down just a tad and kissed the back of her hand.

“The pleasure is all mine.”

Perhaps he can stand to linger here a few hours more.

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crackimagines · 5 years

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Blood of the Eagle, Lion, and Deer (evil!Byleth AU)

AU Masterlist Here!

Withering Flower - Chapter 6

With time running short as the Javelin of Liberation already en route to Garreg Mach, Edelgard, Claude, Rhea, and Dimitri form an unofficial alliance to take down the Knights of Nemesis.

They all converge onto Gronder Field.

—–

The Elites of the Fell Star Journal - “The Battle of Gronder Field”

What I remember about Gronder Field... It was hot, it was muddy, chaotic.

Nothing at all like the previous battles.

Of course that's pretty much the way it was for all of us, wasn't it?

All the experiments, all those years of training...it doesn't really prepare you for all the screaming or the blood, does it?

Frankly I'm still amazed we ever made it through the first few minutes, never-mind the first hour.

—–

1 Day Later after Chapter 5...

Byleth walked alongside his men as they transported the Javelin of Liberation to Garreg Mach. It was in a large metal container being carried by several horses on a cart.

Almost half his forces were here to defend the cart with their lives. He would have been at Garreg Mach fortifying it for an attack, but he did not anticipate Shamir and Alois going rogue.

Though in hindsight, he should have.

Regardless, there was no point in wishing what could have been.

All of this was going to end soon, his plans would be set in motion.

But for now, he was anticipating the arrival of all four factions. He was hoping to slip by unnoticed, but realistically they’d be here any minute now.

And sure enough.

Three armies peered over the horizon bearing Blue, Red, and Yellow banners.

Another army appeared to the hill Byleth was going to escape in, bearing a silver banner.

It was near the House Leaders’ armies that he saw something peculiar.

Shamir, Leonie and Alois were there.

...Leonie.

He had expected to see Shamir and Alois, but he didn't think to see her again.

She was supposed to be dead and yet...

(Byleth) "Percy."

He unsheathed the Sword of the Creator and heard footsteps.

(Percy) "Sir."

Though he looked calm, Byleth could see in the corner of his eye that he was shaking.

(Byleth) "You willingly come to me, knowing what's about to happen?"

(Percy) "I'm proud to have served in the Knights of Nemesis, but I will also not turn my back on my friends. I am ready to accept my fate, sir."

(Byleth) "...You were a good kid, Percy."

(Percy) "Thank you sir. It's been an honor."

With a swift strike, he slashed at Percy's chest, with him falling to the ground. Byleth had no time to mourn the loss.

With the upcoming battle, there was more of his own that would fall.

...

Byleth had just killed one of his own soldiers.

Even though they were so far away, Leonie could tell exactly who it was.

(Leonie) “Percy...”

Alois and Shamir lowered their heads in respect, but put their hands on the hilts of their weapons as Shamir unsheathed her bow.

(Alois) “We’ll make sure his death isn’t in vain, Leonie.”

(Leonie) “Thank you...”

(Shamir) “Look sharp. They’re getting into formation.”

...

Rhea saw the House Leaders stare at her, and she responded with a nod.

The Knights of Seiros were ready.

...

The Generals of their respective armies stood side by side.

(Judith) “Well, this is an alright battlefield to die in.”

(Gilbert) “Very optimistic...”

(Death Knight) “Realistic. Who knows what Nemesis will be throwing at us here.”

(Rodrigue) “If I can protect my son and our future for the Kingdom...I’ll be all right with this.”

(Gilbert) “Annette...Hmph. I agree.”

(Death Knight) “...”

He slowly looked over to Mercedes.

...

Edelgard, Dimitri, and Claude walked up to the front together, surveying the area.

Edelgard couldn’t help but feel a sad tinge of nostalgia.

[Between Heaven and Earth - Fire Emblem: Three Houses]

(Edelgard) “Years ago we fought here as classmates…”

(Dimitri) “And now, we stand together against someone who was once a friend.”

(Claude) “As far as big class reunions go, this one’s got to be the worst one in history…”

(Rhea) “There is to be no mercy for these heretics. Do I make myself clear?”

(Catherine) “Crystal.”

(Seteth) “Loud and clear.”

(Alois) “If we are to die today, then we die doing the right thing.”

(Shamir) “Something we should have done long ago…”

(Leonie) “Alois, Shamir. It’s been an honor.”

(Byleth) “I never wanted it to come to this. I’d have much preferred if we were able to find a way to work together but…Wishing for friendship was a foolish thing for what I have done.”

(Rhea) “KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM!”

(Edelgard, Dimitri, Claude) “FOR PEACE!”

(Leonie, Alois, Shamir) “FOR THOSE WHO HAVE PERISHED, WE DIE IN GLORY!”

(Byleth) “WE ARE THE KNIGHTS OF NEMESIS, AND WE SHALL KNOW NO FEAR!”

And so, the Battle of Gronder had begun.

The first forces to begin the fight were Rhea's.

Soldiers charged in, swords and lances raised high straight towards Byleth.

(Riddhe) "What is she doing, her men must know this is suicide!"

(Byleth) "That's exactly why she's sending them in. She'll stop at nothing to kill us. Direct the men while I'm out there."

(Riddhe) "Yes, sir!"

(Byleth) "Since she's so insistent on throwing her life away, MAGES! RELEASE THE WOLVES! BEASTS, IGNORE THE FIGHT AND GET THE CART TO GARREG MACH AS FAST AS POSSIBLE!"

The Javelin of Liberation then began being dragged by several demonic beasts. At the speed they were going, they'd be long gone once the fight was over.

However, this now meant they would only have very few heavy hitters on the field and Byleth decided against pulling his trump card out yet, it was too early.

And Byleth was not going to summon more, if the worst case scenario happened, he needed to save the magic for warping him and his army out of the fight.

He furrowed his brow and decided to observe the battle for now.

Byleth was far back enough from the fight to worry about snipers, and his position was heavily fortified.

He was going to determine when direct intervention was necessary.

Soldiers took the horses from the cart and charged them straight towards the House Leaders. They were joined by other squads of cavalry, meeting the Empire's and Kingdom's head on.

Squads of Mages began casting a large circle around them and after a few seconds, the circle started to glow into a bright light, summoning forth several demonic beasts.

2 giant wolves spawned from the circle, and charged into the Knights of Seiros, crushing and ripping apart any soldier they came across.

(Edelgard) "Rhea, that idiot! She's going to break up our formation walking right into him like that!"

(Dimitri) "Nemesis and his commander are moving to meet us head on!"

(Claude) "I'll be moving to reinforce Rhea before they get overrun by those wolves."

Edelgard and Dimitri nodded and advanced with their soldiers as the Alliance forces moved to flank from the sides.

(Claude) "Stick to the trees and make them come to us!"

Edelgard motioned her soldiers toward the enemy, and turned to Hubert.

(Edelgard) "Take the Strike Force and help the Blue Lions take care of the commander! I will be on the frontlines with Prince Dimitri! Do NOT engage the professor!"

(Hubert) "Understood. You heard Lady Edelgard, move out!"

...

(Alois) “TAKE IT DOWN!”

Seteth's wyvern grabbed one of the wolves by the neck and bit into its eye as it was being distracted by Alois and Catherine.

Using Thunderbrand, she stabbed it into the other eye, making the beast stop, and having Alois deliver the final blow with an axe to the neck, forcing it down.

Another wolf was about to charge them, being interrupted by a hail of arrows, making it grind to a halt as it fell over.

Catherine, Alois, and Seteth looked back at the trees and nodded, a gesture of thanks to Claude and continued to move towards the Mages.

(Claude) "Keep the pressure on those beasts and watch out for any more that might come in!"

(Hilda) "Claude, we'll be moving in from behind to catch them off guard."

(Claude) "Be careful then, and strike hard and get out of there!"

The Golden Deer students stuck to the trees as Claude kept watch.

Rhea slit the throat of a soldier before setting another on fire with her spell.

Catherine and Seteth barely managed to catch up with her as she continued to slaughter any who tried to attack her.

Alois stayed behind picking off any of the stragglers.

Seteth splitting a soldier in half with his axe as Catherine cut one down, they both turned to her.

(Catherine) "Lady Rhea, you need to stand back!"

(Seteth) "Catherine is right, it's too dangerous! We don't know what else might-"

(Rhea) "I DO NOT CARE WHAT HAPPENS TO ME! THAT CHILD WILL DIE BY MY HANDS IF IT MEANS I WILL HAVE TO LOSE EVERY OUNCE OF BLOOD IN MY BODY!"

(Seiros Knight) "F-FORCES ARE WARPING IN FROM BE-"

The soldier with them was electrocuted and fell to the floor.

All three of them saw a squad of mages teleport in, and fired wave after wave of fireballs at them.

Before Catherine and Rhea could react, Seteth pushed them out of the way with his wyvern, making them tumble over and barely dodge the fire as it hit him.

Seteth was thrown off his mount and landed into the grass.

(Catherine) "Seteth! Tch, DAMN ALL OF YOU!"

Picking up Thunderbrand, she charged with Rhea and began brutally cutting down the soldiers one by

Flayn was trying to heal any injured when she saw Seteth get thrown off, making her instinctively run to him.

(Claude) "H-Hey, FLAYN!"

Doing her best to avoid the carnage, Flayn ran and knelt over to Seteth.

(Flayn) "Father! Are you alri-"

Her blood ran cold as she flipped him over.

Most of his face and his front body was burned off from the attack, leaving a mess of charred bones and blood.

(Flayn) "F...FATHER!--"

That was the last thing she screamed out as she felt her entire body go numb, and fell over to the ground next to him.

Rhea, taking her sword out of a mage's head, looked to where Seteth was, and saw his burnt face and Flayn with an arrow through her heart.

(Catherine) "Flayn...!"

(Alois) “Damn it, NO!”

Rhea said nothing and instead roared out even louder, charging right for the snipers who shot Flayn.

(Sniper) "We've been spotted, retreat to-"

The Sniper's head was lopped off as Leonie rode by with her horse, swinging her sword and running over anyone in the way.

(Sniper 2) "SHIT, AMBUSH!"

(Leonie) “TAKE THE SHOT!”

An ice spike went through his chest and he fell over.

Marianne finished casting her spell and got behind a tree as soldiers were coming to reinforce the snipers.

(Hilda) "Anyone fancy looking up there?!"

Ignatz and Shamir threw themselves against the tree next to Marianne and peeked out of cover.

(Ignatz) "That one, up on the cliff directing artillery!"

...

(Riddhe) "Direct your fire at the Knights of Seiros! If Rhea gets too close, our right flank will be completely open!"

The Mages began casting another spell before one of them yelled out.

(Mages) "INCOMING!"

Everyone looked up and saw a lone Pegasus rider coming at them.

(Riddhe) "ARCHERS!"

A small group of archers aimed at the rider and let the arrows loose.

The Pegasus rider twirled around, gracefully dodging the arrows as she kept coming at them.

Several more archers got into formation and kept up the barrage, but the rider kept avoiding them.

(Riddhe) "The hell?!"

No lone rider should be that fast. Their archers were some of the best shots in the army.

Riddhe didn't realize what was special about that Pegasus rider until he saw the symbol of a lion on the side of the pegasus's helmet.

(Riddhe) "Shit, shit, SHIT! PREPARE FOR CLOSE COMBAT, THE BLUE LION CORPS IS UPON US-"

(Ingrid) "Defenseless, are we?!"

Ingrid swooped down and used an axe to send Mages flying into the air, breaking up their formation.

Archers tried taking another shot at her until a circle formed around them, and froze them completely solid.

(Annette) "ARCHERS DOWN!"

(Hubert) "Rush them!"

(Sylvain) "Got it!"

Sylvain and Ferdinand charged in on their horses, slashing at the enemy soldiers who were still trying to get their swords out.

Riddhe pulled out his sword and was about to enter the fray until he saw an arrowhead emerge from his mouth.

He dropped the sword and fell to his knees, shakily trying to reach for it before another arrow went through his brain, killing him instantly.

(Shamir) "Target down, nice shot kid."

(Ignatz) "Don't thank for me taking a life."

The rest of the Blue Lions and Black Eagles got to the others, finally wiping out the artillery unit as the Golden Deers continued attacking the right flank, eventually joined in by Rhea and her men.

...

Dimitri spun his lance around, killing every soldier around him.

(Dimitri) "Gilbert!"

Gilbert spun around and slammed his shield into a soldier trying to charge him, being cut down by Rodrigue.

(Gilbert) "There is no end to these soldiers!"

(Rodrigue) "I'll hand Nemesis one thing, he sure has an army!"

Edelgard and the Death Knight cut down the enemies next to them, letting their forces charge ahead of them.

(Edelgard) "Keep pushing, we're driving his main forces back!"

(Judith) "Looks like the boy and Rhea did their parts as well! We're starting to rout their men on the left!"

(Dimitri) "Good, now let's-"

Dimitri stopped in his tracks, and everyone else did too.

All of the Knights of Nemesis pulled back and got into a guarding formation, stoppong their attack.

Several Alliance and Empire soldiers charged them, trying to take advantage of the situation.

(Death Knight) "YOU FOOLS, WAIT!"

The soldiers were instantly killed and sent flying back, torso and arms flying high into the air.

When everyone looked back into the crowd, Byleth was slowly walking out, de-activating the whip function in his sword.

(Byleth) "I have come too far, and killed too many to be stopped at Gronder."

Everyone immediately raised their weapons as Byleth continued to walk at them.

(Gilbert) "Your Highness, Lady Edelgard, stand back!"

(Judith) "Protect the kids with our lives!"

(Death Knight) "Acknowledged."

(Rodrigue) "With pleasure! HAAAA-"

Rodrigue was the first to charge Byleth on his horse.

Byleth did not bother moving out the way, and instead raised his hand.

Everything grinded to a halt, with nothing making a sound anymore. Slowly, everyone began to reverse, putting back Rodrigue before he even charged.

Byleth slowly walked alongside Rodrigue, waiting for time to stop reversing.

(Byleth) "2 more to go."

(Rodrigue) "With ple-AAAGH!--"

Everyone immediately looked to their left, Byleth suddenly was behind Rodrigue, looking straight at them as the Sword of the Creator plunged into the back of his chest.

(Gilbert) "RODRIGUE!"

Judith and the Death Knight swung their weapons at Byleth, him ripping the sword out and deflecting their attacks with relative ease.

Gilbert came around the side, swinging his axe down as the Death Knight and Judith kept him down.

(Byleth) "One more."

Again, everything stopped around him and the pressure was let off his sword. However, he didn’t have much time to act.

He backed up a safe distance from when he just killed Rodrigue and activated the whip.

Time resuming, The two swung at an empty space, realizing too late where he was.

Byleth was several feet back from where they would’ve hit him, and he swung at Gilbert who tried to block with his shield.

The shield was split in two as the whip reached Gilbert’s chest, splitting it open, and with him falling over.

(Death Knight) “LADY EDELGARD!”

Byleth’s eyes went wide, barely able to deactivate the whip and time and block Edelgard.

CLANG!

(Edelgard) “YOU WILL FALL TODAY, PROFESSOR!”

(Byleth) “Not...until, I AM DONE WITH MY PLANS!”

Byleth kicked Edelgard back, Dimitri and Judith beginning to rush him.

He deflected Judith’s attacks with ease, but rolled out the way of Dimitri’s.

He was confident in blocking everyone’s attacks, but Dimitri’s brute strength would snap his arms in half with how hard he was swinging Areadbhar.

Judith came in from behind and tried to impale Byleth, but he swung around and knocked her sword into the air, bringing the sword back down and cutting her chest.

Edelgard, Dimitri and the Death Knight got into position, slowly starting to surround Byleth.

(Byleth) “With one Divine Pulse left, staying here is suicidal! MEN, WE’RE RETREATING!”

Byleth turned back to them as his forces formed a small blockade around him.

(Byleth) “MAGES, RELEASE THE PRISONERS!”

The mages did as they were told, leaving a summoning circle right above the cliff where the Blue Lions and Black Eagles were and casted a spell around them, using the last of the energy to get out of the battlefield.

(Rhea) “No...NO! NO DAMN IT! YOU’RE NOT GETTING AWAY!”

Rhea’s body began to glow, and the figure slowly started to larger and larger.

“YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE MEEEEEE!”

(Catherine) “LADY RHEA, WAIT!”

Byleth and the rest of his forces teleported back to where the Demonic Beasts were dragging the Javelin back, but in the distance, he saw Rhea turning into the Immaculate One.

(Byleth) “Tch, of course she’ll force us to use it. DEMONIC BEASTS HALT! MAGES, ACTIVATE THE JAVELIN OF LIBERATION AT MINIMUM POWER! IT WILL BE DAMAGED, BUT WE HAVE ENOUGH TIME TO REPAIR IT BACK AT BASE!”

(Mage) “Understood! ACTIVATING!”

As Rhea took flight, she was about to charge headfirst into Byleth until she saw a bright light coming from the sky.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH!”

After the sky was lit on fire, Rhea hit the floor, causing a mini-earthquake around Gronder with the impact.

The sky cleared up and Rhea slowly started to transform back into her human self, everyone trying to shake off the intense light that blinded everyone.

Catherine and the others surrounded her, trying to see if she was okay.

(Catherine) “L-LADY RHEA!”

Her hands slowly shook as Catherine took it.

(Rhea) “D-Don’t...let...him...succeed...- “

Her hand fell to the floor, and her dress started to turn red.

(Catherine) “No...! NO NO NO!-”

Alois turned his head away, and couldn’t help but feel guilty for her death.

He may have not liked her after learning the truth but...

...

Byleth was walking with his men until he suddenly felt light headed, and fell to the ground, dropping the Sword of the Creator.

(Mage) “C-COMMANDER!”

(Knight) “Wait a second, his hair!”

Byleth’s hair turned from the bright green he had, slowly to the dark blue.

(Mage) “Someone carry him, and let’s go! We don’t have a moment to waste!”

...

(Annette) “Ack, w-what in the-”

Her eyes went wide when she looked back down, seeing Gilbert on the ground.

(Annette) “DAD!”

She was about to run after him, but Felix grabbed her by the arm.

(Felix) “What are you doing?! We don’t know if there’s enemies still here!”

He said this, but he was fighting every instinct he had to go down to see Rodrigue.

This was a bloody battle, and the last thing he needed was to lose anyone else.

Annette started sobbing, and Mercedes went to hold Annette. Sylvain, Ingrid, Dedue, and Ashe walked next to Felix, looking at the bodies scattered all across Gronder.

(Ashe) “So much death...”

(Ingrid) “To die on a stupid field like this is...is just-”

(Sylvain) “You...don’t have to finish that, Ingrid.”

(Dedue) “It is a tragedy...”

Edelgard, Dimitri, and the Death Knight lowered their weapons for the moment.

(Dimitri) “Gilbert, Rodrigue...”

Claude slowly rode up on his Wyvern, closing his eyes once he saw Judith.

(Claude) “We’ll...We’ll make sure no one died in vain today, in all sides.”

(Death Knight) “...What did Nemesis mean when he said, “release the prisoner”?”

Edelgard and Dimitri started to look around and noticed that the circle that was in front of the mages wasn’t here anymore.

(Edelgard) “What the...?”

...

(???) “H-Help...us!”

The Blue Lions and Black Eagles quickly looked around, not sure if they heard something.

(Dorothea) “H-Hey...Didn’t that sound like?-”

(Randolph) “Help...us!”

(Fleche) “Please!”

There was suddenly a bit of smoke surrounding the area, a circle encompassing the area they were in too.

(Caspar) cough cough “Where’d this smoke come from?!”

(Ferdinand) “That sounds like General Randolph!”

(Bernadetta) “And a little girl?”

(Petra) “They are in the sounding of pain!”

Hubert nodded and went near the cliff they were at, looking at Edelgard.

(Hubert) “Lady Edelgard, General Randolph and his sister Fleche is here!”

(Edelgard) “R-Really?!”

There was some good news at least.

Though...Why did Byleth only now decide to release them?

(Ashe) “We have to help them!”

(Ingrid) “Right, come on!”

(Sylvain) “We’re right behind you!”

(Dedue) “Hmph.”

(Felix) “H-Hang on guys!”

The Blue Lions stopped and turned to Felix.

(Mercedes) “What is it?”

(Felix) “Does something about their voices sound...off?”

The Black Eagles stopped moving as well and started to listen.

(Randolph/Fleche) “P-Pleas̶̊͜ë̵͉́.̸̘͠.̷̮͊.̷̭̓h̷̘̾e̴̫̊l̶̳̄p̸͍̏.̴̹̋.̴̛̯.̵̦̽u̷̩͘ș̸͐.̷̰͠.̶̥̾.̶̪͆!̷̩̂"̷̺̑

Everyone’s eyes went wide as Hubert said quietly to everyone.

(Hubert) “Everyone...Backs against the cliff. Now.”

Both classes started to slowly back up as their voices intensified.

(Randolph/Fleche?) “H̷e̵l̶p̶ ̵u̶s̸!̶ ̴H̷E̷L̷P̵ ̵U̷S̴!̴ ̸H̶E̶L̴P̴ ̴U̸S̵!̸”

The Golden Deer students were on the ground, slowly preparing their weapons.

Leonie looked back at Claude and gestured up to the cliff, raising her sword as her horse backed up.

Everyone took the hint, and raised their weapons.

“H̷̘̫͊͗̏̂̐̄̋͑̕͜͝E̶̞͙͉̝͕̗͔̝̬͈͋̚L̴͖͑̈́P̶̰͇͈̿ ̷͔̙̆̏̈́̾́̐̓̀U̸̺͍̇̀̕S̸̡̡̛̝̪̳͋͑͠!̷̧̠̞̜̩̓͛̽̕͠”

Bernadetta was the first to scream when they emerged from the smoke.

First came Randolph’s head, and saw Fleche’s face connected to it. Randolph’s right and Fleche’s left eye connected to form a single eye, one with two pupils and filled with bloodshot red.

As they walked out of the smoke, their heads were connected to a single body. Several limbs stuck out of them, as if a child had created this unholy abomination that stood before everyone.

It was several body parts of different people apparently, all crooked and bent.

Some of them had formed scythes from the bones that came out of them.

The circle began to glow even brighter, prompting everyone to look down at their feet.

(Dedue) “OFF THE CLIFF, NOW!”

No one had to be told twice.

As the circle began getting brighter and brighter, everyone hopped off the cliff and landed right in front of the Golden Deers, looking back up.

It finally enveloped Randolph and Fleche, turning into a massive demonic beast that looked something out of everyone’s nightmares.

It was in a ball-like form, with several disjointed feet at the bottom and hands coming from the side, some broken with the bones sticking out and some arms trying to grab for anyone nearby.

(Leonie) “GODDESS, THAT’S WHAT HE WAS DOING TO THEM?!”

(Alois) “WHAT IN THE HELL IS THAT?!”

(Shamir) “He was trying to research the concept of fusing people together to make a stronger unit, but that...thing is what it amounted to! After a short while once the experiments were failing, he just took the bodies we took from the civilians to make that thing!”

Everyone was taken aback by the horrific monstrosity that stood before them.

(Hilda) “I-I THINK I’M GOING TO THROW UP-”

(Hubert) “NOT NOW!”

(Dedue) “Tch, we would be wasting time fighting this thing!”

(Dimitri) “Dedue is right, but we cannot let this thing live!”

(Catherine) “Leave that thing to me...”

Everyone turned to Catherine as church forces surrounded her.

(Catherine) “Byleth is already getting ahead of us! Take what remains of your forces and get after him! If he activates the Javelin of Liberation while we’re all fighting this thing, then Rhea and everyone else would have died for nothing!”

She held Thunderbrand firmly in her hands.

(Catherine) “The bodies of the dead will not be desecrated by this thing!”

Shamir, Alois, and Leonie stood by Catherine, looking at the monster.

(Shamir) “We...we helped this thing be made, so the responsibility falls on us too. I left you alone before. I won’t be doing that again.”

(Alois) “Same here.”

(Leonie) “We’ll keep it distracted, everyone else JUST GO!”

Although no one wanted to leave them to this thing’s mercy they were right.

(Death Knight) “We are wasting time! We need to get moving!”

(Claude) “All forces, on us! LET’S MOVE IT!”

Everyone snapped out of their state of shock, and the Alliance forces followed Claude. Dimitri was the next to signal to move out, then Edelgard.

Edelgard couldn’t help but look back as sounds of fighting had erupted.

(Edelgard) “Professor...”

She closed her eyes.

It wasn’t any of their faults.

It was hers. If she hadn’t left the professor right when he needed her the most when Jeralt was dead...Maybe things could have-”

Dimitri put his hand on Edelgard’s shoulder.

(Dimitri) “It is too late for regret. El.”

(Edelgard) “D-Dimitri...”

(Claude) “He’s right. Right now, it’s up to us to make sure we can fix our mistakes.”

Edelgard nodded.

(Edelgard) “Right. We must not falter now.”

She started to take the lead, and eventually Edelgard, Dimitri, and Claude walked side by side to end this where it all began.

Garreg Mach Monastery.

----

The Elites of the Fell Star Journal - “The Beginning”

In our bones, we knew the war was almost over.

Fodlan held its breath, waiting to see which side would make the final daring move.

As expected, Edelgard, Dimitri, and Claude went for the kill.

And the moment they were in sight, everything fell into a mini-civil war. We had loyalists that fought for Byleth, and those who wanted to defect and the fights began to grow violent.

Personally? I didn’t care for either side, after what had happened in Gronder? I just wanted to live.

Because in our bones, we knew the war was almost over.

For better or worse, we knew this battle would be the beginning of the end.

----

[Escape - Darling In The Franxx]

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Percy x Reader (college au)

Fluff | Smut | Angst

A/n: So I finally finished this piece of shit. I don’t really like where it went but it’s cool I guess. This is in response to 3 whole requests we got ages ago. Also guys please remember requests aren’t open yet. It’s on our nav page; what’s open and what’s not I mean. -Day

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Staring up at the towering buildings of the main hall only intimidated you more than you already were. You gulped as you watched packs of friends roam about the campus, chattering about who they were rooming with during the overnight orientation, “Jamie said she’s rooming with a guy named Matthew-- I guess they don’t care who stays in the same room?”

“No shit, Kyla, we’re in college now. They don’t give a shit what we do in our spare time.”

You stifle a laugh at the passing conversation, knowing better than to assume that the school doesn’t care what you do. You grimance once more at the mass of people, but pull yourself together and step into the main hall.

The inside was a lot more intimidating than the outside of the building. People of all ages huddled around in groups, overbearing parents hovered over their grown kids, various people already huddling together in packs, and younger youth were already being recruited into sororities and frats. You stuck to the walls and made your way to a long, but ever-moving line of new students who were being randomly matched with others in a room.

Your mind wandered at the thought of rooming with a stranger, even if it was just for a night it wasn’t something you were particularly fond of doing. You had to do it at some point if you were to live on campus in a dorm, but even then you would be matched based on personality and living habits. The line was getting increasingly shorter and your heart was pounding harder the more you thought about the outcome of this experience, would you meet your best friend and decide to choose one another as actual roommates? Or would you have the worst experience of your life tonight?

“Name?”

A overly cheerful voice broke through your melancholy thoughts, you crack a quick smile at the older female, “Y/n L/n.” You watch as she shifts through a few papers with scribbles of various names until she makes a hum of achievement, marking your name out with a black sharpie and handing you a brass key.

“Here’s your key, don’t lose it or the fee is $150!” She shooed you on and greeted the next person as soon as you shifted to the side. You sighed and shoved the key into your front pocket, the space being so small you were sure that it wouldn’t fly out randomly.

Before you head to your room you decided that you should save the trip and collect your things from your car before going to find your room. You packed as lightly as you could, but still managed to bring a suitcase with you, full of clothes and bedsheets for the night since it was a required thing. Although as you trudged up the stairs because the elevator was broken, you were regretting being so prepared.

You hauled ass all the way to the fifth floor, losing a lung or two on the way up. Finally arriving on the fifth floor landing you took a breather, leaning against the railing and catching your breath. You hear a small chuckle beside you, passing by you from the hellaciously steep stairs you had climbed moments ago.

You managed to pick your head up long enough to see a mop of black hair bob past you and into the hall of the dormitory. You shake your head; damn athletes. You gather your bearings and forge onward down the hall to which the mop of hair went. You strolled past the doors, some open as chatter filled the hall, and others were shut and silent as the dead. Your eyes scanned the numbers, anxiously looking for three digits. 539.

The door was open and there was a deep voice mixed with a few others emanating from the room. Your heart stopped, how many roommates did you have? You step inside cautiously, rolling your luggage into the room and setting it by the door. The room was spacious and separated by another door that led to your roommate’s room. There was a baren bed, a large desk, and a large window on the wall adjacent from the door.

The voices went quiet suddenly, having heard your footsteps and the wheels of your suitcase they must’ve realised someone else had arrived. You see a mess of curly brown locks appear from the doorway that separated the rooms, “Oh shit, it is.” He said suddenly, disappearing back into the room to talk further about your sudden appearance. You raise your brows at his words, crossing your arms over your chest and taking a strong stance.

Before you could make a move to ask the boy why he said what he said, another voice sounded out, “Great job, Leonidas, gotta fuck up my experience too, huh?” You hear a smack echo through the room followed by a whine of pain. You see the boy stumble out of the room, grumbling an apology to you before he left.

The owner of the other voice you presumed, walked through the doorway only seconds after the curly one left. You sucked in a breath at the sight that blessed your eyes, his messy black hair fell over his sea green eyes, flying out of his line of sight moments later. He stood tall and lean in gray jogging pants and a white t-shirt, basketball shoes untied like he had just slipped them on. What deemed you speechless was his smile, a goofy yet charming lopsided smile that graced and enhanced his features.

“You’re the person on the stairs, aren’t you?” He said with a chuckle, smoothing his hair back from his face, but failing as it returned into it’s messy state.

“I’m sorry?” You ask, cocking your head to the side in confusion.

He laughed and leaned back against the doorway slightly, “The person that was by the staircase catching their breath.”

You merely nod, too flustered to answer him verbally. The fact that his first impression was that you were out of shape absolutely sucked, even if it was true.

“I��m Percy, “ He said with a wink, “Probably the best roommate you’ll ever have.”

You cock a brow at his words, crossing your arms challengingly, “What makes you say that?”

He smirked and stepped closer, shoving his hands in his pockets, “Because I’m going to make sure you have the time of your life.”

ii.

By the time sophomore year came around, the two of you were close to inseparable. One could almost never be seen without the other unless it was during classes you didn’t have together.

Although how exactly you got to the local pizza place in town discussing Criminal Minds and Law & Order you weren’t exactly sure. Somewhere between his constant whining about how hungry he was and his consistent begging, you found yourself stuffing your face with pizza while you listened to him gush about the many crime shows he watches.

“But then,” He paused, taking a big bite of his slice, “Reid just like,” another bite, “figured it out because he has photographic memory-- which is like so fucking cool-- and solved the case.”

You nod along, interested in the story and the babbling boy in front of you, going on what should be his seventh tangent about each of the cases in the many episodes he’d watched. It was cute that he was so invested into these shows and even invited you to watch a few episodes with him tonight to which you gladly obliged.

You grin as he finishes off his pizza, blindly looking for another slice but finding none, “Did you eat all the pizza?” he quirked an eyebrow in your direction, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. He didn’t give you time to answer as he stood from his seat, offering a hand to you, “I didn’t want any anyways.” He said with a chuckle and a teasing glint in his sea green eyes.

You huff at his remark, standing up with the help of his hand, “You can put away some food, that’s for sure.” you grumbled under your breath.

He flicked your forehead suddenly, “I don’t waste food.”

You laughed lightly, rubbing the sore spot as you spoke, “It’s getting dark, we should get back and actually attend some of tonight’s activities.” You spun around to leave with him in tow, but managed to run straight into an older woman who looked far from kind.

She gasped as if she were doused in hot coffee from your run in, holding her hand to her chest and staring at you in disbelief. You fumbled to apologize, but naturally they made the incident a lot worse than it actually was. They spoke loudly for the rest of the pizza place to hear, “You teenagers think you can just push an elder out of the way?! Unbelievable, this new generation is so disrespectful!”

You bit your lip in thought of what to say. You wanted to argue back and clear things up, but that would only further her idea of generational disrespect. Not once did her purple coated lips stop moving, spouting more and more unrelated nonsense about such a simple situation.

“Ma’am, you’re the one who walked into the exit door rather than the entry door. This wouldn’t have happened had you simply read the sign on the door.”

You shifted your eyes to an annoyed Percy who gave the lady before him a dead gaze, something that would’ve intimidated you had you not known how friendly the male actually was.

The lady opened her mouth again, but Percy interrupted her, “They said sorry, what more do you want? You’re the only one being rude here.”

She left without another word, shimmying away with a few grumbles. You gave the ebony haired boy an impressed look, “Well, well, “ You teased, “You could've scared me off with that look.” He snorted at this, “What look?,” his face broke out in a lopsided smile as he held the door open for you.

You mimicked him the best you could which elicited a chuckle from Percy, “I don’t look like that.” You scoffed and bumped his shoulder with your own, “You’ve got a case of the resting bitch face. Or is that your courtroom face?”

You laughed loudly, making your way back down the street to campus with him. The sun was already setting, the orange and red hues highlighting the towering buildings and bathing the world around you in various shades. Your breath hitched lightly, heart picking up pace unexpectedly. He looked breathtaking to you, his messy hair was brushed away from his face and exposed his forehead, his tall nose scrunched up slightly as the cool wind blew, and his lips were turning an angry red from his constant biting. He looked like a god-- way too good to be true.

He met your stare with his own, pausing his steps and gently tugging you back to him by the arm. He raised a brow at your words, taking a moment to think over what to see, “It’s not, but should it be?” He genuinely seemed interested, “Or was I too scary or whatever?”

You shrugged and managed to tear your eyes away from his being, looking off at the passing cars, “No you just looked so serious, I didn’t know you for a split second.” You look back and flash him a small smile, but avoided prolonged eye contact in fear that your heart would hammer against your chest harder than it already was.

He let out a small giggle at this, catching you off guard. You could gain whiplash from the duality this man has. He hooked arms with you, forcing you to start walking with him and his ridiculously long strides, “Cool, Dr. Leener said that I needed a more serious look when prosecuting.”

You look up at him at this, “How else would you look in a situation like that?”

He used his free arm to reach up and scratch the back of his neck shyly, “Uh I was joking about the case a little too much.”

You pause at his confession, cracking up slightly, “Dude I’m honestly not even surprised.”

Iii.

Dust fell from the ceiling as you carefully swung your legs over the brick wall, landing on the cement flooring of the abandoned building. You threw a glance over your shoulder and laughed when you saw Percy’s long legs struggle to get a grip on the wall you just came over. You sat back, enjoying the view of his suffering a little too much.

Once he finally made it over after five grueling minutes of his lanky legs trying to get over the wall, he landed next to you with a sigh, glaring at you with a slight unknown pout. He dusted off his navy hoodie and black jeans, “I’m so glad I have such a loving and kind-hearted best friend.”

You beamed at him, batting your eyelashes at him in jest, “And I’m so glad you recognize it!”

You pat yourself off, trying to rid yourself of all the dirt that covered your sweats and your ‘junior squad’ t-shirt. You felt hands on your back suddenly, causing you to jump and turn around too quickly, elbowing Percy in the rib accidently.

He whined and held a hand to his chest, slumping against your figure dramatically, “I’ve been stabbed!” He gasped, “there’s been another victim!”

You shove him onto his feet, “Shut up you idiot!” You hiss, eyes scanning the barely visible room surrounding you, “Let’s just hurry up and satisfy your sadistic interests before we get caught.” You shuffled away from the tall boy, squinting your eyes to adjust to the lack of light in the room.

“Use your flashlight, dumbass. You aren’t a cat.”

The bright blue light of Percy’s phone flashlight blinded you, him shining it right in your face to make a point. You swatted at his hand, causing him to drop his phone. The heavy device clattered across the cement, the flashlight facing towards the ground. He squeaked at this, carefully stepping around the space as he muttered curses towards you.

You shiver, a sudden gust of wind reminding you that winter was just around the bend and the fact that you also had not grabbed a jacket before your little adventure outside. You’d much rather be in your room, binge-watching all of your favourite shows instead of the dreaded math homework that is due tomorrow morning at eight a.m.

An audible crack echoed throughout the area followed by a dramatic gasp. Your eyes flicked towards the noise stepping carefully over until you came in contact with Percy’s side, “...fuck” he whispered to himself.

Just then another source of light shone over the two of you, momentarily blinding you for the second time that night. One arm latched around Percy’s, using him as a shield as the other hand came up to block the light out. You could feel Percy tense under your touch, his posture straightening a little as if he was trying to appear larger than the possible threat approaching.

“What are you kids doing here? This is a crime scene, off limits to the public until further notice,” The booming voice instructed, “That includes you, Percy Jackson.”

Percy seemed to chill out at the call of his name, a lopsided smirk forming on his lips, “Lieutenant Brunner! You shouldn’t be out here, this is,” He cocks his head to the side, “ a crime scene after all.”

Your jaw dropped. Lieutenant Brunner was infamous for the many cases he’s solved locally and nationally, but you had thought he was out of commision due to the injury that left him paralyzed from the waist down. Yet here he was, obviously still solving cases despite his disability. It was actually inspiring to see someone still do what they love despite all that has happened to them in the past.

The man sighs at this, his wheelchair squeaking lightly as it pressed on toward the two of you, “Percy,” he scolds, “this isn’t the greatest place for dates, I thought you had class? Or did you forget that too after you stopped volunteering?”

The younger male’s smirk faltered slightly at this, but he quickly recovered, “Cut me some slack, it’s hard being a college student, I just wanted to blow off some steam with my favorite.” He enunciated that he was talking about you by placing a hand on top of your head.

You didn’t know what to make of this situation, but you thought it best to stay quiet seeing as they knew each other well. You were embarrassed to say the least, Lieutenant Brunner was a local at the cafe you worked at and he was always very nice to you and your co-workers, you really hoped he didn’t recognize you here of all places.

Lieutenant Brunner sighed deeply, beginning to turn away from the pair as if he hadn’t even seen you, “You both should head back to campus, I won’t tell the others I saw you here. I’ll just say I was simply investigating a suspicious noise, nothing more.”

You nudged the tall boy’s side, signalling him that this was the plan you should go with. However he didn’t seem to take that into account, “But I wanted to investigate too.” You roll your eyes and nudge him a little harder this time,pleading with him, “Can we please just go?”

Percy went silent for what felt like forever, but then he moved down suddenly, picking up his phone and revealing the cracked screen. He groaned and interlaced his fingers with yours suddenly. Your heart skipped a beat as he tugged you along, walking towards the exit this time instead of scaling that godforsaken wall. He simply saluted the wheelchair bound man, “Love you, Lieutenant Brunner!”

You hissed, tugging him along and muttering swears and curses at the ebony haired boy by your side. Once you were in the clear you removed your hand from his and stopped following him, your heart still pounding at the sudden form of affection. He slowed to a stop and looked back with a lopsided smile, “At least it wasn’t the authorities!”

You gave him an incredulous look, “It was Lieutenant Brunner. Did you forget who solved nearly every case you’ve been studying in your classes?” You bring a hand up to your forehead, still not fully believing what just happened. You got caught at an active crime scene by a notorious investigator and were just let off the hook without repercussions. What the fuck.

You locked eyes with him, walking forward and poking him with an accusatory finger, “And he knew you? Care to tell me how?”

He licked his lips and caught your finger with his hand, intertwining your fingers once more as he explained himself, “I used to volunteer at the police station when I was still in high school-- well it was more like an internship, but Brunner was my mentor sort of.”

He chuckled at your gobsmacked expression. He flicked your bottom lip playfully, causing you to close your mouth and threaten to hit him with your free hand. He laughed and nodded in the direction of his car, “Come on, I bet we can still catch some of the Law & Order SVU marathon if we hurry.”

“I still can’t believe you know the THE Lieutenant Brunner.”

iv.

The warmth from the sunlight illuminating your rather spacious dorm was enough to put you back to sleep. Lately you haven’t been able to get much sleep due to the many different responsibilities you had as your education progressed. But to just lie here in Percy’s embrace as he tried his very best to do as you said and go over his key points for his mock trial, everything seemed to fade out.

Senior year has been hellacious for the both of you seeing as both of your studies required a lot of work from you. You’ve passed most of your classes and only needed to repeat a few due to not passing with the required grade level your major allowed. Percy has become the top of his class however, surpassing even his upper classmates in some of the hardest classes. He was really smart and has just the amount of charisma to sway the jury in his favour, but you didn’t know how he made it this far with his hatred for studying.

He let out another groan, “This is so dumb!” He pouted and covered his face with the stack of papers in his hand, his other arm wrapped around your shoulders and shaking you slightly for emphasis. You rolled your eyes at his antics, he’s such a drama queen it’s ridiculous.

You lean away from him slightly, reaching for the papers hiding his face and freeing them from his grasp. You look over them quickly, focusing on the key points of the case and highlighting them with a blue highlighter from his stash of writing utensils. You elbow his side, eliciting a grunt from the overdramatic male, “Exactly how many murders can the suspect be linked to?”

He blinked, once then twice, giving you an unsure look he answered, “28..?” You purse your lips at his answer, “It’s exactly 24. There were 28 victims in total.” He sighed deeply, hiding his face in your shoulder and whining out that he was sort of right. You chuckled and shook your head at his actions, patting the back of his head and running your hands through his soft locks.

You decided to ask him something easier, something along the lines of vital information. You clear your throat and peer down at the papers in your hand, scanning for something a little easier for him to remember. With a sigh you ask yet another question, “What is the time span of the murders and reported sexual assault?”

He’s quiet for a short moment before answering confidently, “The suspect started off with sexual assault on teenage boys in 1970 but then started killing his victims at the end of 1970.” You were surprised at his detailed answer, but he left out a few important facts. You began to correct him when he surprised you once more, “The murders didn’t stop until mid 1973 when he was caught dousing 14 bodies in gasoline in a rented boat by the owner.”

You smile unknowingly at this. He truly was one of the best in his class and deserved every bit of recognition he got. You wondered what he could do if he fully applied himself and studied more, but the male was still hella smart and talented, it’d probably intimidate his peers if he used all of his talent at once.

“Perfect response”

His head lifted suddenly, hitting you in the jaw and causing you to jump away from him a little. He yelped and adjusted himself so he could properly assess your injury, cupping your face and sputtering apologies as he examined.

Your breathing became uneven at his touch, holding your face so close to his own. The hit didn’t really hurt as much as it had shocked you, jolting you from your thoughts with a nice accompanying knock to the jaw. You snickered at his reaction, finding it cute and funny how much he worried over his accident.

He cracked a smile once he heard your stifled laughter, “Hey, I was just making sure you were okay.” He defended, “But was I really spot on?!”

You nodded, eyes crinkling as you laughed at him, “Yes it was perfect” you managed to get out.

He merely chuckled at this, still cupping your face with one hand as the other held him steady in his position. But then his face dropped into a more serious one, watching you laugh as his heart gradually picked up pace. A million thoughts were running through his mind, but only one was clear to him.

He really wanted to kiss you right now.

The thought excited him. He was excited because he finally understood why his heart constantly did backflips when you smiled at him or why it broke when you were stood up by your dates. Even if he didn’t like the thought of you with someone else, he couldn’t pinpoint his feelings as anything more than overprotectiveness. But now he knows… and he’s more scared than ever.

Scared because he could potentially ruin a great friendship and lose the best roommate he’s ever had. Scared because there was the slightest chance that you didn’t return the feelings and only viewed him in a platonic light. And scared because he’s never felt this strongly about anyone before.

You take notice of the lack of laughter and turn your attention towards the ebony haired boy wearing a variation of his famed “courtroom” face. You pause when you notice his eyes hovering over your lips and his face getting closer with each second. You wanted so badly to close the distance, but you were afraid you were somehow misreading the situation. It was pretty obvious he wanted to do something similar to what you wanted, but there was this small part of you that stayed in denial.

When you could feel his hot breath against your lips, that’s when you knew that your assumptions were right. The faint brush of his lips caused goosebumps to rush down your spine, but it was gone just as quickly as it came.

Percy stumbled back, muttering something incoherent to himself as he stood to look for his shoes. You sat in the same position, appalled and slightly hurt by his actions as it seemed he wanted to be anywhere but near you in that moment.

“I forgot I made plans with Jason and Frank later, I can’t ditch them again or they’ll never let me live it down,” He rambled as he slipped on his shoes and snagged his keys of the side table. You sat in silence as he rushed to leave your comfortable dorm, unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone words.

The door flew open and out went a panicked Percy, mumbling a farewell before the door clicked closed.

It had been more than a week since your almost kiss with Percy and ever since then he’d been avoiding you like the plague. Even when he did interact with you he would keep it short and tense, a shy barrier rising between you for the first time in forever. You would try to bring it down by asking him the usual questions, asking him if he wanted to binge any of his favourite crime shows, but he would brush you off and claim he was too busy.

It had bothered you greatly, to the point where you were forgetting small things like when your massive chemistry research paper was due. Stressed was an understatement of how you felt at the moment. The paper was due in two days and you hadn’t written a single sentence down on your word document, the blank page staring you down and reminding you of your problems.

Percy wasn’t much better off.

The past few days have been an argument between his mind and heart… and also Frank and Jason. He had been avoiding you ever since he realized how much he actually cared for you, more than a normal friend should. Staying over at Frank and Jason’s dorm became a regular thing, only swinging by his own dorm when you were passed out on your desk to gather his things.

It hurt him to see you like this. A bad yet old habit of yours was overworking yourself because you either procrastinated until the last minute or you were determined to finish before anyone else. It took time to get you out of this habit and damn it didn’t take any time for you to slip back into it.

Frank sighed for what seemed to be the 20th time in ten minutes. He gave a disappointed look to Percy who had asked to stay yet another night at their dorm room, “You can’t keep doing this to yourself.”

Percy shrugged, “I mean it’s fine, the couch isn’t that uncomfortable y’know--”

Jason rolled his eyes, interrupting with a groan, “He meant you can’t keep avoiding Y/n, Percy!” The blond was a little more than fed up with the longing stares the dark haired male was throwing your way anytime you were around. It’s time that Percy grow a pair and confess how he really feels about you, regardless of how you may or may not feel, he needed to get this off his chest.

Percy was quiet, fiddling with the hem of his gray Ramones t-shirt. He knew Jason was right, but it was terrifying to even think about losing you, and if he confessed he was for sure that he’d lose quite possibly the love of his life.

Frank massaged his temples in thought, “I promise you won’t regret telling them, you won’t lose them or anything like that.” He paused, his next words holding impact, “But you might if you continue on like this.”

Percy nodded, his heart lurching at the true words that slipped past Frank’s lips. He checked the time on his phone, the lock screen photo of you and him covered in paint, smiling at the camera caused a small smile to spread over his tan face. He dropped his things at the door, eliciting a combined groan from each of the roommates. He spun on his heel and walked out, completely taking the others by surprise as he booked it down the stairs.

“He could’ve taken the elevator.”

“Let him be dramatic, Frank.”

It was around 1:30 am when you were startled awake by the sound of keys in the lock. You had fallen asleep in the living room once again, your laptop light illuminating the room in a low white haze. You nearly screamed once you realized that you had still yet to finish the report for Biology class tomorrow morning, but settled for a dramatic face palm.

The door clicked open, but you didn’t bother on checking who it was because you knew it was your roommate coming back for something he forgot. You leaned back against the couch staying still and hoping he’d leave you alone unlike other nights where he’d move you to your bed. It was a sweet gesture, but the first couple of times it really freaked you out.

Although this time he didn’t walk straight to his room like usual, instead he opted to sit next to you on the couch. He whispered your name, moving to see your face a bit better.

You squeezed your eyes shut, honestly just wanting nothing more than for him to leave you alone right now. If he even attempted to move you to your bed, you just might throw hands at his tall ass. You tensed as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest and swinging your legs over his lap.

You probably shouldn’t have, but you freaked out suddenly, “Nuh-uh you are not putting me to bed, I have work to do.” You grumble, glaring and pushing yourself away the best you could. He blinked, “I wasn’t going to,” He began, “I just wanted to hold you again.”

Your eyes widen slightly, “Well it’s about time you acted like a best friend.”

Percy lets out a silent laugh, his gaze cast downward, “I know I’m an ass.”

You hummed, crossing your arms over your chest. You wanted an apology and you were going to get one. You glance at him, from the corner of your eye, “Good for you.”

He pauses, running a hand through his messy waves and leaning against the armrest, “Y/n, I’m really sorry. Seriously.” He watches with sad eyes as you turn away from him, rightfully upset with him. HIs shoulders slump. He really shouldn’t have acted this way, he should’ve just taken the leap and admitted his feelings.

WIthout a reply, he parts his lips to plead once more, “Y/n I--” You yawned, shaking it off and keeping up your role. Percy cocked his head to the side, noticing how tired you look and how red your eyes have gotten from the lack of sleep. Instead of using his words, he substituted it for a chance to cuddle you close.

It was late. So late that even the group of freshmen that played around outside have decided to call it a night. Plus you were super tired and you haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep in a while. So when strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you into an equally comfy lap, you were more than halfway asleep. You twisted your body to mold against Percy’s, “This isn’t over, Perce.” Slurred words leaving your lips as you melted into his embrace.

He chuckled, busying himself with tracing the outline of your features, “Whatever you say, babe.” He shimmed into a more comfortable position before dozing off himself, the sweet dreams uncomparable to the moment at hand.

vii.

It was bright, a little too bright for your eyes after just waking up. “Damn”, you thought to yourself, “I forgot to close the curtains again.” You rub your eyes sleepily and stretch slowly with a yawn, building up the will to get up and close the curtains for a few more minutes of shut eye.

You push yourself up, but find yourself locked in a strong grasp, a groan filling the air as you tugged against the grip. You froze, slowly craning your head to see just who was holding you this saturday morning.

Dark lashes fluttered against puffy cheeks, brows knitted together as incoherent mumblings left his pouty lips. It was Percy, his hair messier than usual. You smile lightly, lying down to face him and take in all of his features. With your faces merely inches apart you were able to fully take in the beauty that is Percy Jackson.

It never occoured to you how handsome he really was. I mean, many have pointed it out and even used you to get closer to the handsome law major, but it never really hit you. So as you lay there with a fluttering heart, you got to see every detail of the man that had stolen your heart without a second thought. There was a tiny cut on his cheek from the many fights he’d gotten in back in his highschool days, a small scar above his left brow from falling off his skateboard at the age of 14, and a tiny mole just under his lower lip.

A small laugh escapes you, leaning in to brush your nose against his own. The action proved to be too much when his eyes began to open. Sleepy sea green eyes met your own accompanied by a grin, “morning” he rasps out.

The corner of your lips lifts in a smirk, a hum coming from you as you snuggle closer to his chest. HIs chest rumbles with his light laugh, “I see your attitude is gone.” You bring a hand up, pinching his nipple and causing him to yelp and push you away, “Ow! Okay okay it’s just dormant i guess…”

You chuckle and worm your way back into his grasp, “I’ve missed you.” His heart skips, bringing a hand up to your face and steer it in his direction. He leans down, stopping half way to ask, “Is it cool if I… kiss you?”

It was a simple question, one that took your breath away at that. You hesitated, your brain trying and failing to come up with a response. So you did what you could.

You tug his shirt, smashing his lips to yours in a sweet and delicate kiss. His eyes grew wide, not expecting such a response, but decided to roll with it and kiss the person that had him completely whipped for the past two and a half years.

He pulled away with a giggle, “Damn that was worth the wait.”

“Wait what?”

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the lightning thief tour

i saw the lightning thief last night and hOLY SHIT! JUST HOLY SHIT! click the read more for my notes n stagedoor experience n shit. obvi SPOILERS

ACT ONE

-so the show starts off with a quite literal BANG i’m talking bright white light and thunder noises so chirren b careful if you go to see it -i almost screamed when james went onstage and THATS when i knew this was real -hooray for grungy dancing our parents suck -they tore down the lightning bolt curtains and chris slid out and i lost my mind -“their father kronos-” “KRONOOOOOSSSSSS” -“please see me by the sphynx” (glass display turns around from pyramid to sphynx) -“i was on this field trip, and the x-rated art they had there? crazy.” -percy is literally so flamboyant and so sarcastic i was cracking up the whole two hours -james as gabe oh so help me gods -he sounded so desperate/afraid the whole time -“BEAN. DIP.” on the literal verge of tears -i loved sally so much. she can riff like it’s nobody’s business, and i can never get enough of it. i love carrie but jalynn... oh, jalynn. -“oh look. a goat in a trash can.” -classic “you’re a furry” joke. classic 10/10 -“i’m half goat!” “i’m sorry, this is just a lot to take in right now, okay?” -they did sally’s “death” in slow motion, which made it even more hard to watch. -also BIG FUCKING SEIZURE WARNING FOR THE MINOTAUR SCENE THAT SHIT IS INTENSE -i.... don’t know how to feel about poseidon. ryan literally goes to the bottom of his vocal range for poseidon and it’s the funniest shit (my mom loved it), and he’s like... he’s like a demon surfer. lowkey like jonathan raviv’s poseidon a lil better but ryan? oh gods he’s incredible. he’s the only man who can pull off hawaiian shirts. -annabeth comes in one of those wheel cart things you use to haul heavy shit -“another terrible day” in E minor? oddly needed and very refreshing. -chiron’s “reveal” scene was... interesting to say the least. -their sign :( my fave song of the show. so emotional. chiron puts his hand on percy’s shoulder at one point, percy shows so much emotion, and ryan can sing like an ANGEL i love his vibrato -when luke came on stage i literally whooped so loudly -oh gods there was this one scene luke: welcome to the dysfunctional family! oh, there’s someone who wants to see you grover: percy, i’m so sorry. satyrs are supposed to be protectors. i’m the worst satyr in the world. percy: grover, i’m so glad you’re here right now. then they hug and i sob -“it’s not a lightsaber” -oh btw jorrel is SO DAMN CUTE -clarisse’s battlecry is my energy -RYAN IS IN DRAG THIS ISN’T A DRILL RYAN IS IN DRAG AND IT’S SO EASY TO RECOGNIZE HIM BUT IT’S THE BEST THING TO WATCH -HE LITERALLY “HITS” HIS CROTCH WITH HIS AXE BY ACCIDENT -percy wheels himself in on the toilet. QT. -“she could’ve killed me!” “the plan would have worked either way.” -grover did a cute lil tap dance in “i’m the child of pan” -while crying you just hear grover go I DON’T LIKE THIS SONG ANYMORE then just keeps fucking dancing -“as long as you are here with me puts arm around percy” -“mr d wants to kill you- i mean, talk to you” -“it’s not just some silly lightning bolt on a traveling musical tour!” -“look at the boy! he’s hardly a thief!” “oh, i suppose, unless you’re a good actor, and OHOHOHOHO, i’m the god of drama, and i can say HE’S NOT.” -mr d’s obsession with dolphins is my will to live -the oracle is actually really fucking silly bc of everyone hiding under her dress -“AND YOU SHALL FAIL” “spirit fingers FAIIILLLLLLLLLL” -oh god good kid was making me feel things. the emotion, the lighting, the fog, the music, i was on the verge of tears. chris is so talented. -“if you’re the son of poseidon and you wanna be alone, don’t go to the lake. it’s the first place they look. don’t worry, i won’t tell chiron you’re here.” -“and i’ll be the second first! :D” -annabeth does a riff on her high note of QUEST and we don’t talk about it enough

ACT TWO

-RYAN AS AUNTIE EM IS THE REASON I GET OUT OF BED IN THE MORNING. -“i had a boyfriend... deep voice ONCE.” -he kept moving his hips and dropping into a deep voice and moving his hips and i was sure i was gonna die -“nemesis... nemesees.... nemisisises... WE DON’T LIKE EACH OTHER.” -perc+grov literally pulled a dirty dancing so percy could chop off her head. -“but it wasn’t your fault.” “you’re right, it’s yours.” -kristen’s vocals were stellar as usual and they used this badass lighting to make it look like sunlight was pokin out through windows as lil disco lights. -oh btw i was blinded like 3214732148904722 times but idgaf -“i know a way to get our parents to notice us HELP ME BOX THIS HEAD” -“care of: ~perseus jackson~ and ANNABETH C H A S E.” -was ares wearing a tracksuit? what the literal- -HKJFDSALK grover pulled his hair up during the slomo part and it stuck upright -percy’s like “i swallowed a bug” -“i’m gonna pass out... pass out... p a s s o u t.” -KRONOS MADE ME ALMOST PISS MYSELF IT’S SO CREEPY WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK -grover shakes him awake like “you really do drool in your sleep,,,,” -in tree on the hill jorrel was actually sobbing and chris got up at one point to go to him and it was so touching -the scene above them made my heart ache too, especially the freezeframe during “maybe if i’d been a little bit braver” where thalia’s collapsed and luke and annabeth are holding each other i just... a h -charon as the elevator woman is GREAT -her riffs made me want to get up and start boogie-ing -“like? the fish sauce?” -ARGUABLY THE BEST PART OF THE SHOW WAS HADES -HE’S FUCKING GAY -LIKE FLAMINGLY FLAMBOYANT. I’M NOT EVEN KIND OF JOKING. LISP AND EVERYTHING. THERE WERE T E A R S. -ares wears a tank top in son of poseidon and i died -sally and poseidon flirted like hell and POSEIDON SHOT FINGER GUNS AND POOR PERCY WAS SO AWKAWRDHFALHFJDASFJHK -in last day of summer percy tried reaching out for luke early but luke just walked away b4 mr d came on stage -luke grabs percy by the shirt when he says “good!” and shoves him back -gods i can’t get over james’ vocals. so good. SO GOOD. -luke took the banner w him when he stabbed percy and ran -bring on the monsters was actually a huge bop and i didn’t cry like i thought i would :0 -all in all i re-lost my voice screaming over this shit and i’m so grateful i got to see it

STAGEDOOR

-so the stagedoor was super vague @ first bc i heard they weren’t doing it from a parent, but not even the staff were sure -so mom let me hang out by the stagedoor to see if ppl came out -chris came out first & i didn’t even recognize him til he was right in front of me (dramatic ass all bundled up like an eskimo) and he felt bad bc he couldn’t stay long and didn’t have a pen to sign anything but i couldn’ stop saying oH MY GOD OH MY GOD -then jorrel came out and was like “i can’t sign anything either but pics would be much quicker if you wanted them” and igOT TWO PICS WITH JORREL GUYS THIS IS NOT A DRILL -he was like “it’s so cold (findlay ohio) how do y’all live here?” and i was like “we don’t know” his dramatic southern californian ASS i loved him -i got a signature from sarah, and she was super sweet (she took the pic for me bc my fingers were numb from the cold. NEGATIVE WINDCHILL GUYS. WELCOME TO OHIO. -i asked jalynn to adopt me and shes like YALL ARE TOO SWEET and i got her signature too -i ALSO met kristen and got her signature+picture as well, idk how i wasn’t panicking but i was so flustered -someone told kristen they’d take a bullet for her and she went DON’T DO THAT -everyone else walked past and couldn’t bc of the cold but we cheered for them anyway -so yeah by the time i got in the car my fingers were literally burning and i couldn’t feel my legs but I GOT SIGNATURES AND PICTURES AND THAT’S WHAT MATTERS -i also got a t-shirt -who’s hardcore? me. i’m hardcore.

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Magician’s Resolve chapter 16: Exitum Uiarum

“What’s goin’ on? Where is the human traitor?” Hardwin stormed her way through the rubble of a decimated house under the moonlit sky, stars glittered overhead but none of the humans could possibly find the emotions to appreciate them. She looked to her feet and saw a man with his face in the dirt and a cyan robe wrapped around him as a strange black and white mist flickered around him. “Oh Desmond, why must ya always be such a pain in the ass!” The bulky woman knelt down and picked him up, she examined the wounds on his body and quickly determined that all the wounds inflicted to him were of his own choice. Of course, yer one of the tough is people I know; you won’t lose a fight to anyone or even take a scratch from ‘em unless you wanted to. She silently stared with admiration as she saw what he was clutching in his cold hands. A glistening glass heart shimmered under the stars and reflected the feeling of majesty and wonder that only a child could properly experience. Her heart quickly sank into her chest as she noticed a boy in purple standing over an old man in the distance, she quickly put two and two together as her teeth gritted. “Tiergan!” She bellowed as she set Desmond down and swiped in front of herself, a loud noise rippled across the town and she appeared only a few inches away from the old man’s corpse. Purple cloth laid lifeless next to the senior, she remembered how vividly they used to dance when he cradled her and told her stories of dragons and of heroes, the stories that inspired her to try her hardest. Her eyes puffed up as they began to well up with tears. “He taught me that….Me and Agsuil….” She stared at her feet and sniffled before she blinked away the tears and looked back up at the boy with fury in her eyes. “That I don’t hafta be scared of the monsters under the bed.” She stomped forward, she didn’t care to wonder about why the boy’s teeth changed or why his hair looked like it had been recently cut, the feeling of betrayal stung her down to the very soul.

“I’m not just some childish-” Tiergan started before he was quickly interrupted by the woman in front of him.

“He taught me that I don’t hafta be afraid of the monsters inside of people either!” The orange heart tattoo on her arm glowed brightly as her eyes adopted a certain haze to them as the world around them began to get distorted. “Screw your fear, screw your logic, screw your love for a stupid girl!” She shouted before swinging her arm to the side, a ripple in reality flickered as she appeared behind the boy and swung her heavily armored leg at the boy’s head. “Tell me if any of this is worth it when you wake up!” The blow was suddenly blocked by a giant green wall, emerald scales glowed with power as the rest of a giant beast slowly formed into existence above all of them; first came the rest of the leg, then came the tail and the other hind leg of the massive monstrosity. The woman that was once overflowing with such pride and courage was now twitching as her eyes shrank down into dust specks as she stared up at the gargantuan creature that dwarfed even the mountain Antlia that they were supposed to lay siege to within the next fortnight. The boisterous woman had her core shake as she clutched her ears in order to not be deafened by the great monster’s roar of triumphant glory. What is that thing? Oh god that’s a real dragon isn’t it? I have to take it out first, Tiergan and Lailani are secondary priorities….But how do I kill something that massive? I’ve, uh, I’ve never fought anything quite that huge before! She swallowed the lump in her throat before she leaned around the hind leg of the creature and quirked an eyebrow to the boy she had previously been trying to kill with extreme prejudice. “Hey, uh, any ideas you wanna throw out there?” Why the hell is he going to want to work with me? I just threatened everything he ever wanted out of his life, he’s just a misguided little kid. Her heart felt heavy, she knew that there was no place for sympathy on the battlefield but for her fellow human she felt a burden increase.

“I’d advise that you run before he looks you in the eye.” Tiergan stared into her eyes with an empty expression on his face. “This is what Caligo wanted, he wanted to be free for this whole decade yet he was kept in chains by the humans who thought it’d be a better idea to shatter him and lock him inside of me and Percy. You thought it’d be such a wonderful idea to just throw away your problems and pretend they don’t exist. We’ve wiped out his entire species and yet now we look up and see a great wonder before us! The monsters are no different!” He growled as he took a step forward and the lenses in front of him glowed different colors as he closed one of his eyes. He slowly opened his eyes only to be met with a metal glove in his face, he stumbled backward and grunted as his nose started to bleed. “I guess I deserved that o-” He was about to wipe the blood off with his sleeve before he was sent backwards again by another punch to the face, this time by the woman’s bare fist. “Deserved that one to-” Another fist flew into his face as he was cut off by the taste of metal and the warm liquid trickling down his face as he closed his eyes and fell on his back. “You’re not gonna ge-” The boy coughed up a glob of blood and struggled to breathe before he picked himself up and cleared his throat. “You’re not gonna get much done by killing me, I can still help you. I don’t think we can do this unless we work together.”

“Yer the whole reason this dastard is out ‘ere in the first place ya bloody idiot!” The woman swung her arm again only to be met with a basic barrier spell that shattered upon stopping her fist. “Now yer tellin’ me that’cha wanna help clean this problem up? Why the hell should I trust you after all the hell you’ve put me through? Why shouldn’t I just distort your face into a completely new shape?” She stepped forward and grabbed his tunic before lifting him up and pulling him closer.

“Because everyone is going to die if we don’t do anything. You might not know it yet but I have a lot more control over the situation than you think.” A glowing yellow light appeared in the teen’s hands as he closed his eyes and hummed pleasantly. “Just relax, let the light wash over you.” He whispered melodically as he slowly opened his eyes and cracked a grin.

*Would you like to save your progress?

*Yes *No

“What type of magic is this?” Hardwin growled as she recoiled from the warm honey colored light. “Tell me damn it!” She lunged forward and clutched the boy’s tunic with both of her fists, forcing him to maintain eye contact with her firm grip. What does it mean by save? What am I saving? I don’t even know what I can do to save us from this, this….thing! The woman seethed as her eyes pierced into the boy’s blank expression. Come on, answer me damn it! Answer me! Answer me before I rip apart your body into dozens of pieces and leave them lying around the landscape! All of her frustration, all of her rage, everything was welling up inside her like a wailing pot that was about to boil over.

“It’s okay, you won’t remember a thing after we die.” Tiergan kept his eyes closed as a deafening roar echoed through the village and the emerald scaled dragon turned its head and looked down at pair. “I can already see that there’s nothing we can do in this timeline. You’ve already eliminated all the options of our survival with your time wasting banter.” There was a silence between the two of them as the dragon leaned its head down and stared at them with its yellow slitted eyes as it let out a low growl. “I can say anything I want since I know that you’re not going to remember.” The lavender mage chuckled and leaned his head back as he opened his eyes and looked up to the sky. “I’ve always hated your stand-offish nature, how you’re always so hostile to people and so loud and so so so annoying!” He rolled his eyes as he let his head fall back down and stare at the woman who now bore a horrified expression as she was left to look into the eyes of the dragon. “Gripping, isn’t it? I’m starting to understand Percy’s obsession with dragon souls, it’s beautiful yet oh so disastrous.” The boy clutched the warrior woman’s shoulders as he closed his eyes again and gazed into the future. “I can see it, something you’re never going to accept, something you’ll never dare to hope for, but the dragon can do that for you. That is a possibility, next time we reset, next time we try again and again and again.” He seemed delirious, like his head wasn’t in the right place. A high pitched giggle came from him as darkness spread over them. “This is why they call him the shadow above the clouds.”

“What’s goin’ on? Stop!” The hardened woman was reduced to a puddle as her vision was ripped away from her, she was thrust into darkness before an intense surge of pain ran through her heart and quickly spread throughout the rest of her body as she began to scream in agony. “Oh god make it stop! Make it stop! Agsuil help me! Help me….” Tears began to stream down her face as she lost all feeling in her body aside from the pain, the twisting pain that came as she felt her soul being stretched apart. “Help-h-hel-p….Ags-” The pain vanished almost as quickly as it came, she spiraled in the dark as her body felt like a trail of vapor instead of the solid thing it was. “What’s goin’ on?” After a long moment of silence the woman was done sobbing and she looked around in the pitch black area. “I can’t see, where am I?” Again there was no response to her voice. “I know I’m not dead, death has to be bett’er than this, some kind of glory has to come with death.” Her body felt like it was there but she couldn’t see it; when she tried to cross her arms she couldn’t feel them brush together. What the hell is this kind of sick and twisted magic? She swallowed the lump in her throat and felt her skin crawl in its place, if it was really her skin at least. “Agsuil, if this is death ya better be here! Ya hafta be!” She shouted out and tensed her hands into tight fists as she began walking forward in a vague, nonexistent direction. “Please, just appear to me! I want that rematch!” Her voice was starting to grow raspy and hoarse but still there was no reply.

*Continue?

*Yes? *No?

“What do you mean?” The woman fell down against a wall of white texted, she glared at what had to be the floor as she tried to stabilize her breathing. “Of course I wanna continue you piece of rubbish!” She punched the wall over where it said yes and the room suddenly turned from black to white.

“It’s okay littl’ lassie, my littl’ sister.” A melodic voice rang through the stark brightness, a familiar chime that brought a tear to the grown woman’s eyes. It was distinctly male, not much older than her but clearly more powerful and boisterous. “You have to be brave for me, brave for yourself. Remember, bravery isn’t the absence of fear, I’m scared too; being brave just means that when you’re scared you don’t just search for the easy way out.” In a matter of moments the voice of the man faded from her mind and she was left standing with Desmond in her arms.

“Agsuil, where are ya?” Hardwin sniffled as she looked down at the cyan robbed mage. Her hands rippled with orange power and in a matter of moments the man was awake in her arms. I’m back here again, why am I back here again? She swallowed the lump in her throat and quickly rid herself of any signs of distress. “Wakey wakey ya lazy lug!” She chimed happily as she dropped the man on the ground and chuckled. In a matter of moments she had deduced what happened, it seemed unreal to her in the instance but there was no denying it. They turned back time, how on earth did they turn back time? Not even temporal distortion is that powerful! She stared for a moment as her comrade grunted a few times and rolled around in the dirt before he stood up with a muddied glass heart clutched to his chest, the bandages that covered his two wounds were starting to peel off as he slowly blinked the sleepiness out of his thinly opened eyes.

“Get away from me you brute.” Desmond snarled as a black and white haze crept over his vision. “I want you out of my sight in twelve seconds or else you will be thrust into your living nightmare much like that fuzzy monarch dastard that killed my mother.” His eyes widened as the haze crept away, it coated every part of his face with his eyes and lips being the only exception. “One, two, three, four, five-” He held up his fingers and began dropping them.

“Ya pretentious dastard!” The tall woman punched the man in the face and growled as she watched him fall to the ground. “Some real horror is about to break loose if you don’t help me take care of it ya bumblin’ buffoon!” She picked him back up and stared into his eyes. “I don’t know what exactly got into ya but you better get it straight in a few moments.” Her arms thrust forward and pushed him back while keeping him on his feet before she glanced back and spotted a trio of people coming her way, two of them were short and unidentifiable while the third was a woman in red who was almost as tall as she was. Kairim, I hope you can keep it together with this boy’s BS. She growled before whipping her head back to the man and let out a weary sigh. “Tiergan, he’s out of control. You hafta help me before a dragon spawns from the mist and lays waste to everythin’ around us.”

“I don’t believe you, dragons have all been wiped off the face of the planet, I believe that the war has removed what little wits you had left after Agsuil died.” The dreary mage snarled as he brushed his hand over his cheek to wipe away the blood, the acidity in his voice stuck with each malicious syllable that he intended to spit at her.

“You did not just go there!” Hardwin stomped on the ground and her right hand glowed as she swiped it over the man’s arm and the cloth on his shoulder disappeared along with a layer of skin. In a random spot in the distance the torn cloth and mangled skin drifted down to the ground. I never thought I’d have to use that ability on a human. She stared into his eyes before she knocked him over again and barely stopped herself from stomping on the young man’s chest. “You take that back before I disrupt your face to a different location.” She growled sharply as she loomed over him with a fire sparkling in her eyes. I don’t have time for this, I don’t have time to get this angry; there’s a dragon for me to slay. “Say it.”

“I won’t take it back, I can tell you’re stressed about other things too, not just these petty insults I’m throwing at you.” The cyan robbed man was acting completely out of character, it was out of the ordinary for him to be so aggressive but the hardened woman didn’t seem to give it too much thought or care. “There’s something coming, I know something horrifying is about to appear because I dreamt of it.” His eyes widened and he chuckled as he slowly rose to his feet and wiped away the blood on his face again. “There’s going to be something that isn’t a dragon, something far more horrifying….a body.” He tilted his head slightly as he bounced on his heels and expelled a blue mist that looked familiar to the women. “The body of someone we know, the body of someone that you know.”

“I think that it’s going to be both.” The blonde haired boy walked forward and grinned as his lavender cloak fluttered in the winds. “A dragon and a body, we’re gonna have to do something about that aren’t we?” He growled as his eyes slit like a lizard and his voice grew rough and hoarse. “Seems like sharing a body is a lot tougher than I thought, I’m trying really hard to suppress this boy.” Tiergan continued to stride forward, it wasn’t Tiergan but the two adults had no comprehension of who or what was controlling him. “I’ll just have to erase all of you before you cause me any more troubles.” A white light briefly flickered through the air and lodged itself into Hardwin’s eye, forcing her to stumble back and howl in pain.

“What are you doing? I can feel you here.” She stumbled backwards and fell onto her back and began to shake violently. I can feel him diving into the depths of my soul, how the hell is this happening? She huffed and puffed as the pain took over and ripped at every part of her body. No, I can’t let this be the end. I’m not afraid of some scaly fiend! She clenched her fists and resolved herself with a deep breath.

How are you doing this? She heard a voice inside her soul and began to settle down her shivering of panic and pain. You can’t fight against a dragon soul, the shard of a dragon should shatter your very existence in a matter of moments! This isn’t possible. The voice growled at her and released an intense roar that shook her very being.

*But it refused

“Yer gonna hafta try harder than that if ya wanna break me!” The heart tattoo on the girl’s arm pulsed with a glow that looked like a shimmering sunset. Her eyes filled with the same orange color that radiated off of her body as she swiped her arm forward and appeared behind the dragon infested boy. “So what’cha gonna try next?” An orange heart appeared in front of her and she ripped out a crystal shard that was lodged inside it. “You can have this back by the way.” She attempted to stab the crystal-like soul shard into the boy but he flipped back and jumped onto the town’s well.

“I didn’t think a soul overflow could possibly stand up to a dragon soul piece, I stand corrected.” The boy grinned with his pointy teeth. “I guess I’ll just try my other options!” Mist swirled around the boy and he leaned back as he started falling into the well. “I’ll just kill two birds with one stone!”

“Tiergan no!” A resounding shout came from behind the amazon of a woman before she whipped her head around to spot a girl running towards her with red robes covering her as her black hair waved behind her as she sprinted as fast as she could. “What the hell did they do?” The girl wailed as she pulled her hood over her eyes and trotted over to well, her voice raspy as she panted.

“And you thought I’d play nice?” The twisted voice of the dragon came from the well as a crystalline pillar shot up and exploded into a million of glittering pieces that reformed into an emerald scaled dragon. It reared its head and its maw filled with a bright light before Hardwin stepped in front of the crimson clad girl and punched her fists together.

“You won’t be playin’ at all after I’m done with ya!” The burly woman rippled with magical essence as the orange light shone brightly and fizzled like static as it covered her fists. “Taste disruption magic!” A tidal wave of soul power shot out from the woman and washed over the gargantuan creature. Disrupted spells: Not available. End of disruption list. She heard a voice chime in her head for a brief moment before the light in the dragon’s mouth turned into a stream of fire that consumed her and the other girl in an instant of searing pain. What the hell? Why didn’t my magic disrupt it? She gritted her teeth and howled in pain as she felt her skin rip off her bones before she was thrust into the darkness again.

“Why are you here?” She spun around to look towards the voice of a young girl, the voice was familiar but she knew that she hadn’t known the person very well. “Hardwin, how the hell are you here?” The crimson clad girl from before was now staring at her with her eyes wide open with horror. “Where the hell is Tiergan?” She strode forward and red pikes of energy shot out of her and hung in the air as they arranged themselves around the heavily armored woman. “What did you do to him?”

“Relax, I’m right here.” The boy’s voice echoed in the darkness as he came spinning down in between them. “I don’t know why we’re all here but I have a theory.” The lavender mage leaned back and bit his lip with his pointed teeth.

“You two best get explainin’ or I’ll disrupt both of yer heads!” Hardwin growled and held out both of her hands as the orange glow started to subside. “I don’t really get all this stuff but you clearly have a greater understandin’ of this.” She took a step towards the boy and grabbed his shirt with her subtly glowing hand. The trio suddenly started glowing with their respective soul color and their bodies became transparent. “Yer not pullin’ any crazy crap are ya?” She took a step back and gritted her teeth.

“Look over there, idiot.” Tiergan pointed towards a set of glittering white text that hung in the air with an ominous gloom to it.

*Don’t worry, big bro is here, Hardwin

*Would you like to continue?

*Yes *No

“Agsuil, what the hell man?” The middle aged woman huffed and sniffled for a moment as she stumbled towards the screen. “Have you always been here with me?” Her hands fell flat against the text and her forehead pressed against it as she looked down and spotted a white soul shard sticking out of the floating orange heart that she recognized as her own spirit energy.

“S-Sorry but, who the heck is Agsuil?” Lailani stepped forward and rolled her eyes. “You know what, nevermind, that’s not important right now. We need to figure out what to do about Caligo.” She reached out to place her hand on the older mage but her wrist was struck by the metal glove covering the older woman’s hand.

“What do you mean he’s not important?” Hardwin swung around and sent her bare fist rocketing towards the teenager’s face. Her fist halted when it came into contact with a red barrier as the white text behind her vanished from sight. “What did you do? Why did you take that away?” She pounded on the barrier with both of her fists and growled as if she were a wild beast that was ready to tear into its prey. Agsuil, just wait, I’ll find a way to break you out! O-Or something! Something that will undo everything! Her mind went into overdrive as she spun around the teen and tried to kick the girl’s spine only to hit the crimson barrier again.

“What do you mean? I can still see the text.” Lailani frowned as her eyes followed her senior’s movements.

“This doesn’t make sense, I can’t see it either!” Tiergan growled as he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

*Your determination has not wavered. Only you have this power.

#Magician's resolve #The Magicians #undertale #but it refused #bravery #The dragonic eyes #perseverance

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marveliciousfanace · 6 years

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you know i can't resist you~ i'll give you a couple you can choose one you feel like doing 1) How did eggsy find out about harry and merlin? did he find out yet? 2) Merlin and Harry retire from Kingsman. Does Merlin secretly take all the dogs? How do Percy&James fare as the new kingsman-powercouple? do harry&merlin actually manage not to show up at HQ all the time like elderly ghosts? 3) James meeting elton john post tgc!? 4) rolereversal au where percy and james are harry and percy's mentors

I went with prompt number 2. The answers are: what do you mean ‘secret’?, amazingly as always, and you’re kidding, right? Hope you enjoy!

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Merlin sighs. It’s a very familiar sound to the techdepartment at this point. “Hello, Hamish,” she says politely. “I wasn’t expectingto see you here today.”

He looks sheepish, “This time, it wasn’t actually myidea.”

“Harry?”

“He’s convinced that Alistair needs a bit of help withhis position as Arthur. I couldn’t persuade him otherwise, so I figured I’d tagalong. See what was new here.”

“You just want to know if we’ve gotten rid of the dogsfrom the Bors trials yet.”

Hamish doesn’t deny it. “What good is living on a hugeestate if it’s not full of fluffy animals?”

“That explains why you live with Harry,” Merlin says cheerfully.

“His hairline is finally starting to recede. Vain peacockthat he is, it’s absolutely traumatising for him.”

“I’m sure,” Merlin says. “As it happens, we do have afew dogs left. Would you like to see them?”

“Yes, please.”

She nods and leads him out of the room, “You can’tkeep stopping by every time we hold trials to take the dogs, you know.”

“I absolutely can.”

“How many do you have now?”

“Seven, at the last count.”

“Dear lord.”

“I’m hoping to round it up to ten. I do like nice evennumbers.” Hamish grins at her.

She laughs, “Speaking of even numbers, I finally fixedthat problem with the contacts. They’re so much more efficient than the glassesnow.”

“I knew you could do it, Olivia,” Hamish says. “I didn’ttake you on as my apprentice for nothing. You make a brilliant Merlin.”

“I do my best, sir.”

***

“Harry, for the last time, everything is fine,”Alistair sighs.

“Are you sure that you couldn’t use advice fromsomeone with my level of experience?”

“You know I’m not actually that much younger than you,right?”

Harry waves it off, “I was with Kingsman for yearsbefore you even joined-“

“Harry.” Alistair folds his hands together. “Kingsmanhas changed. We work more closely with Statesman now. I doubt you or I couldpass the trials now, they’re so different. James is our most senior fieldagent, for gods sake. I know you love this organization. But you and Hamish,you made it to the finish line. Not everyone is lucky enough to get out of thisalive, and you two nearly didn’t anyway. Take advantage of that fact.”

Harry sits back in his chair, disappointed. “Oh,” he says.“I see.”

“James will be disappointed he missed you,” Alistairtells him.

Harry stands, “Give him my best, will you?”

“Of course.”

On his way out of the dining room (now complete with anactual round table, and Harry is glad that it’s only taken a few decades to gethere), he runs into Eggsy.

“Harry!” his former protégé lights up. “I didn’t knowyou were stopping by!”

“Yes, well, not even Arthur can keep me away, grumpyas he is.”

“Still,” Eggsy grins, “he’s a lot better than the lastone, ain’t he?”

It’s endearing to Harry that even after nearly adecade and a half in the service, not to mention in the presence of royalty, Eggsyhasn’t managed to entirely shake off his rough accent. “Alistair is a farbetter Arthur than Chester,” Harry agrees.

“You know, he and James make a damn good power couple,”Eggsy says. “Not as good as you and Hamish, of course, since they’re both onthe roundtable side of things and you two basically covered the wholeorganization, but they’re pretty damn intimidating. In a good way, though.”

“It’s nice that they’re finally able to be outproperly,” Harry agrees. “James has never liked being in the closet. Kingsmanhas changed.” It’s hard, letting go of the old, but Harry has to admit, not allthe changes are bad ones.

“Speaking of changes,” Eggsy’s smile gets broader, “guesswhat?”

“What?”

“Do you want the good news first or the great news?”

“Er, the good news.”

“Roxy and Amelia are finally getting hitched!” Eggsysays.

Harry laughs, “It’s about time. They’ve been together,what, nearly ten years now?”

“Hey, you can’t talk. Took you and Hamish nearly fourdecades to make it down the aisle.”

“There were extenuating circumstances,” Harry says. “What’sthe great news?”

“You and Hamish are about to be godparents again.”

Harry blinks. “You mean…?”

“Tilde’s pregnant.”

Harry sweeps Eggsy into a tight hug, “Congratulations,Eggsy. I’m so happy for you.”

“Thanks, Harry.”

***

“I can’t believe you talked Olivia into letting youtake all five dogs. I thought you only wanted three?”

Hamish looks smug, “Well, I couldn’t very well leavethe other two all alone, now could I?”

Harry scratches the ears of the German Shepard layingacross his lap. Their other eleven dogs are sprawled out on the bed or thebedroom floor. “No, you very well couldn’t. Isn’t that right, Marmalade?” TheGerman Shepard wriggles at the sound of her name.

Hamish rolls his eyes, “I still don’t know why I letyou name them.”

“Because you love me, darling.”

“I do,” Hamish agrees, leaning over to give him a gentlekiss.

Harry pulls away, “Oh! And I forgot to tell you! Eggsyand Tilde are having another child.”

“That’s wonderful. Another godchild for you to spoilrotten.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Harry huffs. “Asif you don’t give Daisy absolutely everything she asks for.”

“Daisy is not my godchild, and everything she asks ofme has to do with Kingsman’s tech department. I’m only making sure she has aleg up,” Hamish says. “Besides, now she’s got a job there, she mostly goes toOlivia, not me. She’s doing well, apparently. She’s over in America with Statesmanright now, a sort of interning exchange program they’ve set up.”

“Good for her.”

There’s silence between them for several long moments,and then Harry asks, “When does she get back?”

“Next month.”

“Hmm.” Harry bites his lip. “Alistair hinted stronglythat perhaps we shouldn’t be coming around so often.”

“Olivia mentioned something similar.”

“So we’ll just stop by to see Daisy next month, then?”

“Absolutely.”

#old men in love #they just make me so happy #merlahad #kingsman #merlin #harry hart #eggsy x tilde #percilot #percival (kingsman)#eggsy unwin #olivia is one of my fav ocs #sorry for borrowing her without permission megs #my thoughts #my writing

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spellbindingbeefcake · 6 years

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Smooth Evening || Z & Wally

As they both finally take initiative, Wally and Z go on a date. From their house to the bar, to the movies and back again, it’s a night of good food, good theater and some wonderful company.

Happened on 11/11/17

Wally hoped he looked good. He’d gone to their neighbors apartment to change, thinking it’d be nicer if he actually “picked up” Z at the front door. Wally hadn’t been on a first date in years and he wasn’t sure if he should have gotten all dressed up or just gone in something simple. He decided on a simple white shirt, brown leather jacket and jeans. Wally’s neighbor seemed to think he looked good, which helped to sate the blondes nerves. He went over to the door of their place and knocked. “Is there a Z here? You have a blonde, uh, hopeful demigod waiting outside.” Wally already knew he’d be bad at talking tonight. He hated this, feeling like there was pressure on him to do a good job and try to impress Z. It was easier when they had just been getting handsy on their counter top table.

Living as a hopeful, bright-eyed lover of romance in a city full of people meant experiencing a few of the same routines over and over again. For Z, those specific experiences usually fell into the category of first dates. Somehow, they never lost their magic, despite how often they lead to nowhere other than a night tousled in sheets and then a text message later indicating how ready the other man was for another taste. Chivalry may have died, but the romance stayed strong. The thought of how dreamy the night could be had led him to dress in something comfortable, but methodical. His violet colored button up fit perfectly. Two buttons were open nearest the collar and the sleeves had been perfectly folded up to reveal forearms lightly dusted with soft brown hairs. His wrists were adorned with two bracelets made of leather and his legs filled his grey colored, form fitting slacks in a way that gave just enough to the imagination as they lead down to a nice pair of black shoes. Honey eyes surveyed the man in the mirror as hands worked to tame the dark curls on Z’s head when a knocking sound reverberated loud enough to reach his room. With a nod to himself, he headed for the door, grabbed his beige colored trench coat and the key to their flat, and opened the door to reveal his roommate. An easy smile grew on his lips as he took in the sight of the taller man. “Very clean,” he said after a moment, tilting his head. “It’s a relief to know that I’m not overdressed.”

“You look fantastic, Z.” He opened up his jacket and smirked, looking over his body and tilting his foot up. “You like it? Just something I pulled out of the closet.” Wally put his arm out for Z, grinning at the other. “Shall we? I don’t know that they’ll give our table if we’re late.” A little joke to help ease his own nerves. “Then again, I doubt the bar will be backed on a monday night.” It had been about a week ago they planned on going on a real date, now the night was finally here. Wally and Z went down the stairs and out to the street. “So, I heard you’re going on a date tonight? Who’s the lucky schmuck that gets to kiss you tonight?” The blonde tilted his head as they went down the sidewalk. It wouldn’t be a far walk, just two blocks in fact. Thankfully the lived close to The Forum.

All that could be offered as a response to Wally asking about his outfit was another nod before took the man’s arm into his hands and chuckled softly. “What a gentleman,” he mentioned as they headed out of the building. He was incredibly excited about the prospect of going on their little date, though he’d hardly admit to it. Z decided to allow the small pep in his gait serve as an indicator for how delighted he truly was. “I am, indeed. I’m hoping my date is going to go well enough for him to earn a kiss from me.” The shorter man made sure to apply a bit of emphasis to the word just to play up the aura that was already present. “Ten points to you for using the word ‘schmuck’, though. Very nice touch.” His hand delivered a few soft pats to Wally’s bicep.

“Oh I think he’ll earn it well, trust me.” Wally looked down at Z and his eyes lifted. “Really, I’m getting points already? Damn, it’s going better than I thought. What does fifty points get me? Or, a hundred points?” Wally looked ahead. The street was lit up every with lamppost on the sidewalks, then brazers on the walls of buildings. He took a look up at the sky and smiled, silently praying to his mom that this went well. “The sky is clear tonight, it’s really pretty. Have you ever been star gazing before? I used to do it when I first got to camp. A few of us would go up and sit on the roofs of the cabin and just talk about who we thought our parents were, looking up at the stars.”

Perhaps it was the haze of event or the purity of the atmosphere, but there was something intransically magnificent about Wally tonight. He hadn’t ever been entirely unpleasant. In fact, Z would confidently say that on a general basis, his roommate was a little over tolerable at worst. At best, or nearest to it, he was a wonderful man. “If you can manage to get fifty points, I’ll hold your hand...I may even interlock our fingers. At one hundred points, though I wonder if you’ll be able to get that many, I’ll kiss you at the door after fiddling with my keys in proper date-night fashion.” He looked up then after, eyeing the stars. “What was it like? Camp Half Blood, I mean. What were you like there? I didn’t meet you until after you’d departed.”

Wally couldn’t help but chuckle at their little game. “Hmm, so using enormous and dignified words already got me a few points. What else can I do to earn your tokens of affection?” This was not nearly as bad as he thought. Wally found it quite easy actually to talk with Z. On a usual day, back when they had first been staying together, Wally never pressure to try and please Z. He wanted to make himself look good, naturally, but he never went out of his way to appear more than he was. “Mm, crowded for a long time. Until Percy, Grover Underwood and Annabeth saved the world and all, it was a little messy. Not every god had their own cabin, so all the minor gods, my mom included had to stay in the Hermes cabin. Staying on the roof was actually more comfy and then being sandwiched between other demigods. But, the rest of my time there was amazing. The activities were fun, I got to learn about who I was. I made some really good friends. I wish you could have been there with me while we grew up. I think you would have liked it.”

“That was a reasonable guess, but the reward came from the fact that ‘schmuck’ is Yiddish. It would be far too generous of me to give you points because you’re broadening your vocabulary,” Z explained as he tilted his head. A single star had grabbed his attention and held him there, too entranced in its twinkling to look away. “I can’t imagine how crowded the Hermes cabin must have been if so few gods are regarded as major to the pantheon.” Just the thought of children piled up on top of each other, for any reason, in a place designed to give them security was absurd and awful. Though, considering their heritage as a whole, it wasn’t entirely uncharacteristic. The Ancient Greeks weren’t exactly the moral apex of the civilized world. “Hm...I don’t think you would’ve cared much for me back then, nor would I with you at that age. You’re already a big baby now, but back in your camp days, I would’ve seriously thought you were infantile...” he trailed off as he moved his shoulder over and bumped it into Wally’s form as they moved. A soft chuckle left his lips. “...but I’m thankful that we met when we did. I was older and more patient, plus we grew up at different times. Right here and now is the perfect time, I think.”

“Then I will make sure to be on my best behavior tonight. I swear that by the end of the night I’ll have the most points.” Wally noticed Z was looking up for a while and then tried to see what he was staring at. Though it wouldn’t be good for neither of them to be watching the street ahead, so he looked forward as they made their first turn. “Well, there were only twelve cabins, each for one of the twelve olympians. Any child of any god not included got stuck in the Hermes cabin - until Percy set the gods straight.” Wally agreed with Z that now was the perfect time for them to be together. Wally was a real kid back then, despite being a kid. But, in his defense, it was a “camp”. You don’t really act like a grown up in camp. They got to the bar without conflict. Wally got them a seat at the bar. Right away he opened up the menu. “You wanna share an appetizer? Maybe some fried pickles or nachos?”

There was a promise on Wally’s lips that Z had no doubt he would keep. “Confidence definitely earned you five more points,” he said with his eyes still pointed up to the sky. His little star seemed to move and his lips opened ever slightly, eyes full of wonder. It hadn’t occurred to him to look down until Wally began speaking again, to which he lowered his head just a bit so that his upward gaze would be on the man’s face rather than his special star. “What an odd system.” He didn’t have much else to add. There had been talk of what Camp Half-Blood was like for many people, but he still couldn’t very well fathom the notion that gods could be divided in such a manner that they would treat the children of some like the destitute. As if being a demigod wasn’t divine punishment enough. He waited until they were inside Wally’s choice in dinner locations before he spoke again. “Oh yes. I would love to.” His mouth watered at the options, but he didn’t express it openly. “I think nachos might be better for the breath, though. That is, of course, if you’re really intent on getting enough points to earn a kiss.”

“I think we’ll go with the nachos then, Z.” Wally smiled at the bartender. “A long island iced tea please for me, whatever he is drinking, then nachos for appetizer.” He looked to Z quickly and said, “I’m only having the one drink, is that okay with you?” He then looked down at the menu, going right to the options for whatever kind of chicken strips they had. He actually hadn’t been to this bar before, so that was two new things he would trying out tonight. But Wally, chicke strips are basic. Go out of your comfort zone, witch! He to himself.

Wally had a habit of ordering for Z and the older man grew to think fondly of the gesture. It saved him the trouble of speaking any extra words to servers. This way, he could order just his drink and not have to worry about much else. “I’ll have a water, please,” he said with a soft smile. The server was regarded for but a moment more before leaving and Z watched over his date rather than look down at his menu. He knew what he’d be getting. There was always some sort of bite sized pasta or risotto to be offered in these places. “Are you alright?” His head tilted as he continued to survey Wally carefully. “You look as though you’re trying to refrain from setting your menu ablaze.”

Wally heard Z order a water but didn’t ask him yet why it was that he wasn’t getting even the simplest of refreshing sodas. Perhaps Z figured Wally was paying - which he was - and didn’t wanna empty the man’s wallet. “Hmm? Oh, no. No, I just can’t decide if I want this macaroni pasta with chicken strip, or if i just want the chicken strips. What do you think? Either way there’s gonna be a side order of mash potatoes.” He smiled a little and looked down at Z’s menu. “Don’t you wanna take a look?”

Z’s eyebrows furrowed as Wally spoke, but they evened out in tandem with the private laugh that escaped from him. “I think you should go with the chicken strips if it was the defining factor of the pasta,” he suggested, nodding a bit. “Though a macaroni does sound pretty delicious. How about you get one and I’ll get the other for later? I don’t think I could do a side of mash, though.” He’d choose something green. If he were nothing else, it was conscious about his carb intake for the sake of maintaining his body mass index. “Not until dessert. I prefer to ask about the specials first and only open the menu when it’s time to try something drizzled in chocolate or caramel.”

Wally’s mouth popped open and his jaw locked. “Z! That’s really sweet dude, what a great idea. So, we’ll each get the other thing. But if you like pasta, get the macaroni and - oh, did you see this? It’s a four-cheese macaroni.” Wally licked his lips and made an obnoxious popping noise. He laughed a little and put his elbow on the table, resting his head while looking at Z. “Specials? Aren’t you a fine dining man? Next time I’ll try and reserve a table at That Snooty French Place.” Wally looked over, seeing the bartender plant down one water and one long island iced tea. Wally smiled at him. “Can I get a water too please?” He only took a sip of the fruity drink, looking back at Z again. “So, did you see the news, about The Alley?”

The look was absolutely adorable and Z had to blink in order to avoid staring. “Four cheeses? I’ve gone to Olympus,” he reveled, though the tone he used gave off a level of ambiguity that could’ve just as easily been sarcasm. He smiled anyway, perhaps a little brighter when the other man’s body language made him feel as though he were the only thing worth looking at for a moment. He was being hopeless. “I don’t think you’d survive very long at ‘That Snooty French Place’. Vous avez l'appétit d'un enfant.” Once again, he gave the bartender a wordless look of gratitude, but quickly returned his attention elsewhere. This time, it was on his glass of water, which he brought to his lips. “Yes. I knew the divide was...serious, but I hadn’t thought on just how serious it was until this.” It was a half-truth. He had an idea, thanks to Callum. To stop seeing someone strictly because they weren’t Roman meant he really was in over his head by living in New Rome.

Wally’s eyes widened a good bit when Z slipped into a French. It was then that his hand reached for the long island iced tea and he took another sip, rolling his eyes. “Ah,” he said, annoyingly. “I may not speak French but I did understand ‘appetite’. So I’m going to assume you just said,” he cleared his throat, “‘Wally, you are the smartest, greatest man I’ve ever met and I am so hungry for you.’” He tilted his head and then raised an eyebrow. The waiter returned with the nachos and asked if they were ready to order. Wally nodded, giving Z a look that suggested they’d pause the conversation. “I’m gonna have the chicken strips with mashed potatoes. He will have the four cheese mac and cheese chicken pasta. But we’re gonna keep the one menu to look at desserts.” He smiled as their waiter nodded with a soft expression and went to go put their orders in. “Yeah, does it make you feel any way about living here?”

Now, Z had two looks to commit to memory when thinking back on the night later on. There were many things Wally didn’t know about his roommate and Z looked forward to seeing the reactions to each. Just as he went to reply, he noticed the server. As Wally spoke, he snuck a hand over to the nachos and pulled one tortilla chip away from the mass. Hungry eyes watched as the cheese strung the whole and he brought it into his mouth before anyone could notice. His hand covered his mouth as he chewed, which did a bit to muffle the sound of his crunching, but he managed to swallow it before the server left. “I absolutely did not say anything like that, but I respect your attempt at translating,” he said finally, smiling for a moment before keeping his features schooled. He didn’t want to give off how bothered he was by the thought of what had happened recently. “I don’t think my opinion of New Rome has changed much from this. Admittedly, I don’t know much about this culture, so I imagine it felt different for me than it did for you. Are you going to be okay to live here longer?”

Wally plucked a cheesy covered nacho from the basket and popped it in his mouth. His stomach cheered as it finally received food for the first time in seven hours. Wally was just now realizing how hungry he was. “Those are pretty good.” Wally shrugged his shoulders and nodded. “That makes sense. It worries me a bit, but I’m trying to focus on the good stuff, ya know? Like controlling my powers -- so I don’t give my friend a pair of ears, even when they match his person.” Wally winked and nudged his side. “Did you have a nacho yet?” Wally took another and smiled. “They’re very good!” Wally looked at his drink, wondering if he should have another sip. He’d ordered the beverage to help ease the mood, but Wally wasn’t feeling the need to do so at all. Instead he sipped heavily on his water and took another nacho, pleasing his tummy.

“That’s awfully positive of you. Though, I think your powers of perception need just as much work as your magic,” Z said with a pointed look. His hand reached out to grab another nacho and eyed it before chuckling a little to himself. “If you didn’t notice me eating a nacho earlier, I could perhaps give up my career as a medical psychologist and become an assassin instead.” After taking the food into his mouth, he made a few motions with his hands as if he were chopping the air. It only made him laugh more around the food. His eyes turned to half moons and his cheeks got a little rosy. Once he was done chewing, he spoke again. “I could be a secret agent—a sleeper agent!”

“Nah, your life would be way to easy an assassin. All you would have to do to get your guy is to put him to sleep then kill him in any way you see fit. You need to do something that,” Wally thought on the word for a moment, “challenges you. Something totally opposite from helping others and sleeping.” He smirked. “Maybe you could be a lawyer? Like that kid Otis, have you met him? Son of Nemesis.” Wally slapped Z’s arm suddenly, pointing over with gusto as their food arrived. “That was really quick, thanks!” He smiled up at the waiter who accepted the gratitude and went off since the two young men seemed alright. “Okay, lemme know how yours taste.” With that, he dug into one of the chicken strips, then dipped it in honey mustard and then took a bit out of that. Wally moaned again, looking over at Z and nodding. “Oh dude, chicken strips never fail to be a classic anywhere you go.”

Z thought over what Wally said and had to agree as he calmed down from his laughter. Though he couldn’t imagine himself actually going through with killing another person, he had to admit that his powers gave him an unfair advantage in the field. “I have met Otis, yes. Lovely bloke, but being a lawyer would be even easier. I could just hypnotize people to tell the truth,” he shared just before the food came. He ignored the other man’s childish patting in excitement in favor of smiling at his meal. The fork had already been placed into the pasta when he was addressed. Z scooped some up and then pressed the tongs of the fork into a piece of chicken before pulling it all into his mouth. With a groan of his own, he nodded silently. “I’ve truly gone to Olympus...:”

“Glad I could take you there.” Wally nudged him again and winked. As the date continued, Wally only got happier and more excited for what was to come. The food was good, he’d barely touched his long island tea, and Z was just great company to have around. Wally took this time though, while they talked to think about what it’d be like dating Z. He imagined that it was just like this, only with more kissing and touching, which he was all for. As they finished up, Wally looked over at Z, after handing the waiter his money. “So, you still up for a movie?”

Dinner had carried on with pleasant conversation and a mutual gushing over the deliciousness of the food they’d ordered. Z had managed to get Wally to eat some of his pasta off of his fork, which was a sight to behold given how absolutely adorable the blond looked enjoying the meal. The food was heavy, but not overly so, and had managed to make the darker haired man a bit sluggish. His body fought the urge to slump backward and slouch—his perfect posture would suffer. Once the server came by to collect the payment, Z let his eyes fall on Wally instead of at the man now wandering off. “You were serious about the dinner and a movie sort of date?” he asked. The corners of his lips upturned, pushing his cheekbones up until his eyes became half moons yet again. “I think that sounds lovely and certainly worthy of some brownie points, but only if I get to pay.” The way his eyebrows lifted showed that he wouldn’t waver on this.

Wally smirked and nodded at his date. “Of course. The theater has a few good movies playing, but I thought we’d see Thor: Ragnarok. You like Marvel movies, right?” The blonde beamed at the way Z’s eyes showed. They were easily the most beautiful thing about Z’s face. “You can pay for the popcorn and drinks. I’ll buy us the tickets.” He smiled and nodded at the waiter when he came back with the change. Wally left a nice tip and got up, offering his arm again to the son of Hypnos. “Shall we, Mr. Z?” He walked out of the bar with Z, so happy that he was still sober and immensely proud of himself for not acting weird or trying to be something he wasn’t. “That food was so good. We’re gonna have to go there again. Gods though, your dinner was delicious!”

Z couldn’t help the way his face lit up at the thought of seeing the new Marvel movie. He had intentionally avoided looking at any trailers and advertisements so he could be completely surprised while watching the film. Originally, he’d planned to see it sometime in the following week by himself, but getting to see it with whom he deemed the closest person to him currently sounded amazing. He was too excited to even fight Wally’s suggestion on who would pay for what. “I’d love that,” he said, tone not nearly as boisterous as his thoughts. Though, the sultry and smooth nature of his voice didn’t ever personify excitement very well. “We shall.” He took Wally’s arm and they were off into the evening air again. As they walked, he thought about where they would sit in the theatre. “I agree. It would be a nice lunch place if neither of us cooks. You picked the perfect place.”

Wally was so happy that Z was on board to see the film. He too was anxious after catching up on all the Marvel movies he hadn’t seen. Hopefully this would compare to Spider-Man: Homecoming. The trip to the theatre wasn’t that long and when they got there, Wally looked positively giddy. “Alright, I have something to admit. Chris Hemsworth . . . he might be one of my favorite celebrities. So, if I fall for him again in this film, we might have to end things. Is that okay? You can find some other marvel stud, I’m sure.” Wally bought their tickets and went inside, pointing over to the counter. “Go on, boy, get your daddy and you some foods.” He laughed at that, having put on a thick and very bad country accent.

“I’m more of a DC actor man anyway,” Z commented as he considered the ratio of attractive actors in each production company. With people like Henry Cavill and Jason Momoa, Marvel’s casting direction never really stood much of a chance. “You can have your god of thunder because I’ll have Superman.” The tickets were paid for and Z could barely contain his own personal giddiness, which came in the form of his smile getting a bit wider. It faltered just a little when Wally used the poor quality accent, but it was replaced with a gentle snickering. “Don’t ever call yourself daddy again...Please.” With that, he headed toward the concession stand and ordered their popcorn bucket deal with two drinks. He settled on a lemonade for himself and a sprite for Wally. It didn’t take long for any of it to be prepared; and, once it was done, he looked to his date. “Are you ready?”

Wally rolled his eyes. “Is it because of Wonder Woman? I don’t think the Amazons would treat you any differently just because you like DC more, Z!” He got louder as Z walked away, then just gasped and yelled across the commons area. “I bet you’d let Superman call himself daddy, hmm?!” Wally slowly walked over, tickets in hand. He nodded to Z and smiled. They walked into their appropriate theater and took a few seats in the mild. He looked over at Z and smiled. “I guess we chose a movie where we can’t make out. Unless it’s bad.” Wally looked back to the screen then bit his lip. He leaned over, eyes still on the screen and whispered. “Let’s hope it’s bad.”

There was a bit of pink tint to the tips of his ears as he finished up with the concession stand, cursing himself for allowing Wally to once again find a way to make him feel even the slightest bit embarrassed. “You’re incorrigible,” he said, for what felt like the hundredth time in their time of knowing each other. When they arrived in their theatre, Z had ushered them to the perfect spot and he sat down, wide eyes staring at the screen and getting all the more enthralled by the pre-movie games that flashed on screen. “I suppose you’ll just have to wait and see.” His voice was hushed as he turned to eye his date’s profile. “Besides, if it turns out to be half as amazing as Spider-Man or Guardians, the excitement may be electric enough for you to get even more time snogging me after the movie.”

Wally blushed a little and nodded. “Just don’t eat all the popcorn, okay?” Wally dug his hand into the bucket and - despite having just eaten a full meal, scarfed down a fistful of popped kernels. The trailers went by too slow it seemed. He didn’t have much interest besides the one that was for Justice League, in which he nudged Z at the appearance of Superman in a dream sequence. “There’s your guy.” But once the movie came on, Wally’s mouth went off. He was good at that, not talking during a movie. It was the one time he seemed to actually not be able to talk. Wally would remember just laughing till his cheeks hurt from this movie, because that’s basically what happened. He was loving it from beginning to end. The comedy, the costumes, Thor. He cheered at the end and was shaking Z by his arm, looking at him for answers. “Well? What did you think?”

Z was almost positive that Wally’s jaw practically unhinged in order to fit that much popcorn in between his cheeks. It reminded the man a bit of a chipmunk storing its nuts for winter and that image only made him think even more fondly about Wally. It remained as the only image that he could really commit to memory until the Justice League trailer came on, which he perked up to watch his celebrity crushes. The movie was met with an equal amount of thorough tunnel vision. He laughed at many of the jokes and inside references, found himself awestricken with the visuals of the battle sequences, and appreciating the small nods to Marvel’s shift into a more light-hearted plot environment. The cheering from beside him pulled him away from the credits and he crinkled his nose, chuckling. “I thought Valkyrie was easily the most enjoyable part of the movie,” he said with a shrug that defied how chipper his tone had become. “I did think Thor was exceptionally fit in this, though. I really liked it.”

Wally rolled his head back onto the seat and let his mouth hang open. “That was so good! Like, easily one of the best films. I loved it. I loved Thor and Hela and Korg and Valkyrie!” He laughed a little and looked at Z. “She was really cool! I loved that thing she did with her ship and the gauntlets, ya know?” Wally’s hands worked to help create what was he thinking of. He got up and took Z’s empty drink and threw it into the bucket of popcorn - or the bucket of kernels left. He walked out of the theater with Z, breathing in the fresh air of the late night and putting an arm around Z’s shoulder without much thought. “So, did you have a favorite part? And do you see now why Thor is such a G.O.L.F. aka God I’d like to fuck.”

“Absolutely. Marvel is really stepping up when it comes to movies recently and they did not disappoint me with this one,” Z said as he followed after Wally, gait filled with more ease than it had before. There was really nothing like watching a good movie with someone you enjoyed. It filled him with immense happiness, and taking in the night sky once they exited had only given him more to be happy about. “I did have a favorite part! It was when Hela told Thor and Loki to kneel before her. The command...the raw power when she caught Mjolnir...I loved it! And yes...I admit that Thor is insanely hot.” He fanned himself jokingly as he laughed a bit, letting his body move in closer to Wally’s after his arm had been strung across his shoulder. “The short hair was all sorts of yes. I wanted to run my fingers through it.”

“I’ll be honest, I kinda want Hela to destroy me. I think it’d be fun. I’d totally let her kill me.” It hadn’t even occurred to Wally before that moment that Thor and Hela were real. There were tons of Greek myth movies and the Greeks were real. Was Thor, Odin, Loki and the rest of them all real too? He shook away the thought and just smiled at Z. “Her destroying his hammer was so cool. I don’t know if I have a favorite moment thought. But it’s all just super good. I can’t wait for Infinity War. That will be so freaking bomb!” Wally looked around them as they walked. His kept falling to Z. “Little disappointed we couldn’t make out. Would’a been pretty hot, but, ya know. It is what it is.” He sounded like he was trying to play it off, act cool and all. But really, Wally wanted to kiss Z again. They got to the apartment, having had a lovely walk between the theater and here. “So, I guess we say our good nights here? Maybe uh, you go in, then I’ll go in a few minutes after you? Just to, you know, make sure we do this first date thing right.”

His laughter only got louder and more genuine at what Wally had to say about Hela. “Words have never resonated with me more than just now,” he said in between fits of inhaling air, body only drawing closer to Wally’s in his comfort. Z would think on such a reaction later, when the high from their first date had settled down and had been replaced by their routine. “I couldn’t be more anxious about what Marvel could do to possibly make the franchise any better than it already is. This film was top.” They talked a bit more about the movie as they wandered toward their apartment. It was still a bit strange thinking about the fact that they were doing this date night thing despite living in the same place, but the quirkiness of it all was somehow enchanting. Z pulled out his keys when they got to the door.. “I think before I go inside and you twiddle your thumbs for a bit to keep the fantasy…” he trailed off, hand shaking a little to hear the jingles of his keys. He intentionally dropped them and gasped in obviously mock shock. He smiled warmly, yet with a hint of a challenge. “Could you?”

Wally rolled his eyes and nodded, smiling. He bent over and slowly went to pick up the keys. “Gotta be careful, Z. With those kinda butterfingers, you might drop more than just your keys.” As he stood up and handed the keys back to Z, he pocketed his hands in his shoulders. “I had a wonderful time tonight. I think - I wanna do it again.”

Z had expected as much from Wally when the keys were returned to him without much attached to the sentiment. He rolled his eyes, letting his smile show more teeth as he gripped the other man’s jacket in both of his hands. “That was the part where you did this…” he started, pulling on the material to yank Wally’s body down enough for them to be at eye level with Z standing on the tips of his toes. His eyes closed as he planted the softest of kisses to Wally’s lips. They tasted of buttered popcorn and a hint of honey, all too sweet.

Wally closed his eyes as he melted into the kiss, smiling against the man, putting his arms softly around Z’s waist. It was quick, the kiss, but memorable. As he brought himself away, licking his lips and staring quietly at Z, he realized he had stopped breathing for a few seconds. Wally quickly fixed that by sucking in a long draw of air and then blushing. “That . . . that was really good too, Z.” He ran his fingers through Z’s hair and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Sleep well, buddy.” He winked at Z, grinning as he took a step back to let Z go in.

The kiss had been short and chaste, but something about it seemed to go on forever. When they parted, Z’s eyes fluttered open and he found himself laughing again. His grip on Wally’s jacket weakened and he tipped his head back a little to gaze into his roommate’s eyes. “Congratulations on your hundred points,” he whispered. He then released the man in time with a kiss being planted on his cheek, which only made him smile more. He pulled a rather comedic face when he turned to open the door, shooting back a look that involved him sticking his tongue out to his roommate. It dissolved into a smile sooner than he intended. He’d blame it on the moment being still too romantic. “You too, Wally.”

#para #para: z #god this took so long to do haha #and its sooo long #they went on a date #it was good

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Yet another 3 days in the infirmary fic!!

I followed him. It was stupid I know but I followed the stupid blonde to the infirmary. My blue eyed captor smiling his brightest smile luring me into a confined corner. Part of me wanted to be normal. Wanted to enjoy the attention. I wasn't raised that way. Not by my mother and not by myself. Setting me up in a corner of the infirmary, turns out Will had everything all planned out. It was concerning. "Ok so here's your room you will be here for three days minimum until I deem you fit for camp. First we are going to do a routine check up and get a history on you. From what I pulled from your records we don't have anything from the last four years but it seems we still have stuff from when you and your sister first arrived." Bianca. Will knew about Bianca.... "Yeah well not much has changed." "I'll be the judge of that sir. Ok I need you to strip down. First shirt then pants. You may keep your underwear on." "Is this really necessary?" "Yes I need to make sure everything is ok Nico. I promise I'm not just trying to get you naked. " I blushed at the idea. Breathe Nico breathe it's just a doctor exam. I took off my clothes and sat on the white canvas cot all made up for me. The ones here in the back were bigger. Must be for stays longer than a night. Taking his time and moving slowly Will moved around me like I was a feral animal. Must be used to kids with PTSD. Kids who look at their swords a little to long and pull from sheath from the sound of a dinner plate breaking. Coming over he sat on a low wooden stool setting out medical implements in a neat row. The more he organized the more nervous I became. I fought monsters and gods and yet Will Solace lining up reflex testers and swabs made me start shaking. Looking me over I could feel his blue orbs absorbing everything from my body. In all honesty I haven't been this undressed in a very long time especially not with someone looking at me. Long warm fingertips grazed my scars. I had so many from the years. Wordlessly he went to work on the Lycon scratches. Mumbling about taking out the stitches and redoing them. "Nico I need to do something and it's going to hurt a lot. I need you to hold still can you do that?" "Yes of course." "Would you like something to bite on? I have a belt." "No I can take it." "Ok. " Pressing his hands on the marks heat swarmed in the area ripping my skin apart. He was reversing what had already healed to the original state of the scratches. The stitches broke as he did this snapping off, barely noticeable compared to the rest of the pain. I could feel blood running down my back. I didn't scream. I didn't even make noise. Taking a hot pad he staunched the bleeding. Grabbing the tools from the table he prepped the area. "I'm going to put some stuff in these to numb them then I'll redo the stitch work." I nodded silently afraid to open my mouth, who knew what would fly out. Will was so concentrated when he worked like nothing could pull his attention away from what he was doing. I had never seen such focus. Especially not in the ADHD hub of people we were around. "What was it you used to numb it?" "Cocaine" "WHAT!" "Geez deathboy it was a joke. It was powered unicorn horn." "Oh good." "Are you saying you have used cocaine?" I was silent. "Nico, I need to know certain things for medical use and drug use is one of them. I'm a doctor for all intents and purposes I can't and won't talk to anyone about it. I need to know for drug interaction though." Damn him and his using logic against me. "I ugh.. I've used it before. And pain pills the mortal kind." "Like Motrin pain meds or like Percocet?" "Vicodin and Oxy." "Last time you took these?" "Before the Doors of death and right after I boarded the Argo II. I ran out." "Did you go through withdrawals?" He asked calmly. "No I've never really been on them regularly enough to withdrawal." "Are these used recreationally?" "Yes." I admitted pitifully. "Hey stop that!" He held his fingers below my chin not allowing me to look down. "Nico, you are not the first demi God to self medicate. You are also not the last. It's ok. We have all done it. Let's just hope we can make it so you don't have to anymore ok?" "It's just... I'm so tired of being in pain all the time." "I know. I can see that. You have so many marks it's hard to count. I finished your stitches they should be able to come out tomorrow with some ambrosia and nectar. I also want to do a sleeping draught for you. I promise it's dreamless. I made it myself." "You promise?" "Yes. I have some in pill form too for you to take with you when you leave. I think two months worth should do the trick. Let your mind heal for a while." "Why are you being so nice to me?" "Because you are letting me." Once again the smile creeped on his face and I couldn't help but smile too. "Ok question time. How many bones have you broken?" "Around 17 or more." "Ok on a scale of 1-10 how tired would you say you get traveling from here to your cabin. Shadow travel that is?" "Umm wow I've never thought about that I guess a 1?" "Ok so that gives me an idea of how far you can go. Do you have an example for me or can give me any insight on your traveling? No other campers can do it so I need your help on this one." "Ok um... I can cross state lines pretty easily. More than 200 miles at a time I need a nights rest by myself. Taking others is more wary. In and around camp is very easy no fatigue. Zero fatigue in the underworld. I can visit my dad easily. " "Ok so let's put a no travel ban on you for a month until you restore your strength. That includes skeletons and earth fissures." "You say that so calmly like you have heard this all before." "Well you would be surprised at some of the powers we run into here. You, Percy, Thalia, and Jason are he most powerful though." "Wait no Annabeth?" "Nope she's no better off than the rest of her siblings. She just happens to have more clout and experience. Makes her seem more powerful when really it's just the confidence behind it." "Makes sense." "Ok I'm hooking up your IV and you will be sleeping very soon." Taking his time and small pinch later he had me hooked up and feeling... feeling really good. I was getting drowsy pulling the covers over me. "Hey Nico?" Yawn.."yeah" "You are staying right? At camp I mean?" "I'll try. I'll give it a real try." "Ok" And I drifted off with thoughts of blonde curls and lapis blue eyes. Day 2 Waking up I could feel the warm covers soft on my skin. My eyes heavy with sleep practically stuck together. "Wake up deathboy time to do checks!" I felt a swat on my behind. "Whoa dude watch the merchandise!" "Merchandise? Are you for sale?" I blushed. "I'm going to reach for your hand now." Taking my hand he looked like he was reading my pulse and other vitals. "Why did you warn me that you were going to touch me." "Cause I didn't want my hand broken." "You just touched my ass and you warn me about my hand." I drawled with sarcasm. "Yeah well I had to get you moving and I knew you wouldn't see it coming. Tell me who else at this camp would even dare try to touch your backside?" "No one unless they have a death wish." "Yeah well see?" "Do you have a death wish?" "Nah but unlike everyone else, I'm not afraid of you." "Oh yeah why is that?" "Because I carried you across camp on my shoulders dangling like a rag doll. You are about the size of a pack of gum." "Oh yeah, short jokes?" "Well I'm sure you have a nice store of blonde jokes you can battle back at me with." He winked. The wink sent a jolt up my spine and made my face flush. "I'll take your blush as a lack of blonde jokes. No worries I know them all!" "Great." "Well we are going to eat now so sit up." Sitting up he had some fruit and oatmeal for me along with a square of ambrosia. Tossing the ambrosia back first I tasted lemon cello cookies. I tried to eat but found it difficult. The apples felt like glass in my mouth. Will saw me struggling with the food. "Hey uh how about we try something else?" "Sure that would be great." Returning ten minutes later after he took the food, he had a large glass of pinkish purple liquid. "It's called a smoothie. " Taking a sip I could taste blackberries mixed with banana and strawberry. It was heavenly. Perfect texture. " I put protein powder in it. Maybe we should think about doing these to put some weight on you before moving into more solid foods." "How did you know?" "Percy. He told me you went through Tartarus. Chiron said he knew a few guys who went through it. Not many escaped alive. He said there is nothing to eat there. He also said that it tricks you into thinking you have food when you don't and you are not really eating what you think you are eating." "Yeah. Something like that." "So until we can get your stomach straight we will do these. No worries we can switch up flavors." "Thanks Will." "Yeah no problem buddy." He ruffled my hair causing me to curse at him in Italian. "Oh none of that now! You were being so good!" "That was before you started treating me like a Labrador that took his treat nice." "Ok no petting you. I think within a month we can have you filling out those tshirts of yours nice. You have a great body already you just need a little weight." "Is this what our friendship is going to be? You and I bickering and making lewd comments about my body?" "Awww did you just call us friends!" "No no no! That's not what I said!" "You did, you totally did!" "Nope you misheard me, my English isn't great." "Your English is fine. Well except how you say my name but I find it kinda charming." "What's that supposed to mean?" "You don't call me Will you say Weel. It's adorable!" "I am not adorable!" "You bickering about it just makes it's more adorable." "I hate you." "What was that? I didn't hear you?" "Oh so English isn't working here I'll help you! ti odio-Italian Daikirai- Japanese ich hasse dich- German je te deteste- French That enough for you or shall I continue?!" "How many languages do you speak?" "Eleven" "Wow! Where did you learn them?" "I would shadow travel a lot ending up in different countries. You pick things up." "That's actually really cool. Would you be willing to come translate when we get new demigods that don't speak English?" "Oh uh yeah sure that's fine. I didn't really think you would want me in here after I'm discharged. The aura of death isn't great in a place of healing." Will sat on the bed and took my hand. Wills hands were strong and warm. Callused over from training and healing. My heart began to race as he touched me. What was wrong with me!! "Death is a natural part of life Nico. I understand that. I've seen more death than most demigods. I was in the last war. My brothers died. Many died under my hands as I tried to bring them back. I'm roughly the same age as you. If people don't understand that then.. well screw them." Wills face was serious and had this little V that formed when he frowned. "Don't frown Will." "Sorry." He tried for a small smile. It was cute. CUTE!! What was this dude doing to me! I snatched my hand back quickly only leaving him chuckling. The rest of the day Will would come in and out of my room. Jason brought me some clothes from my cabin. Sitting with me on the cot we played cards for most of the afternoon. "So how's the vacation?" "I wouldn't call this a vacation. I can't travel for a month. After that I'm thinking maybe a real one would be nice. Maybe Jamaica. " "You hate the sun." "Yeah well maybe I've been in the dark to long." "Sounds like Goldie locks is rubbing off on you." "I don't know what you are talking about. And you are Goldie locks in my head." "Aww you have a nickname for me in your head!" "Why is everyone doing that!?" "Doing what?" "Doing the Awww Nico likes me bit." "You like me!" "Shut the fuck up Grace!" "Language Nico!" Wills voice chimed in as he walked threw the partition. "I seriously need to rid my life of blondes." "Oh gods Grace what did you say to him." "I did the awww Nico likes me thing." "Yeah I did that when he called us friends." "I did not call us friends we are not friends!" "We are so friends, we are best friends." "Yeah we'll go fish best friend." I said with acid dripping from my mouth. (Later that night...) Wills POV I heard thrashing from the back corner of my infirmary. Running back I realized it was Nico. The IV I had him on came loose in his sleep! Shit! A nightmare! Plugging his IV back in his arm I started to rush his hair back out of his eyes. Nico dreams in Italian it seems from the mumbled words coming from his lips. Soon he started to settle, maybe even waking up a little. "Will..? Is that you." He said sleepily not even opening his eyes. "Yeah it's me. Your IV fell out but I put it back." I whispered. "Oh good... will you stay with me incase he comes back?" " Yeah sweetie I'll stay." I took his hand. I know it seems presumptuous to call him sweetie but I was tired and I was used to scared patients. They like endearments when they are scared. Nico must have been sleep talking because he didn't even budge at my words. I took his hand clasping it in my own. Fingers long and thin like a piano player or a violinist. More scarred and callused than any warrior I've treated. Honestly he is probably the most broken of anyone I've treated. Asleep his name fit him perfectly. Angelic was the only word. He has those big heavy lidded eyes and pouty lips that drive me crazy. I've had it bad for this boy for years now and this may be my only chance to indulge in this kind of contact. Soon I fell asleep still holding his hand. Day three Nicos POV I woke up with something hot in my hand, almost burning compared to my naturally low body temp. Wills hand. I almost snatched it back until I realized he was asleep. Hmmm he's a quiet sleeper even sitting up in the chair? I allowed myself a few moments of daydreaming. Will was really attractive. I hated to admit that but he was. Also he wasn't afraid of me the way others were. I liked that. I pushed him away countless times yet, bam here he is holding my hand. I tried to remember how this could have happened.... the nightmare! My IV fell out that's right! Did I? Did I ask him to stay? I did. Shit! Well to late now. I circled my thumb across his palm. Smooth and even. Not scarred like me. I've seen him with his shirt off at the beach once before too. Will was smooth and unmarked everywhere. Perfection if there is such a thing. Why was I feeling this way it's not like we haven't spent a bunch of time together. We have only really interacted like five or so times before this. Of course that just made me realize how much I have noticed him in the past. Looks like I have a thing for nice tans and light eyes. Never really liked blondes but on someone like him it looks really good. Reminded me of his father but less selfish. Will was upbeat and humble. Qualities that are worth prizing. Will Solace should be shadow boxed and put on display. Damn this is worse than Percy. Stirring in his seat I decided to play possum so I could still hold his hand. Closing my eyes I stayed still listening to his movements. Instead of bringing his hand back he rubbed his thumb over my knuckles. Readjusting his hand he laced our fingers and began rubbing small circles on the tender flesh of my inner wrist. The motion was doing things to me. When I was little I remember this being a very forward gesture. A man would flick the button of s woman's glove open and caress the veins of her wrist. It was the equivalent of putting your hand up a girls blouse in public nowadays. I may be wrong... but I think he might like me.

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