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m3t4llica-4-l1fe · 3 months

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𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓴𝓼.

warnings: angst, band members crying, cliff's death.

a/n: it had been a couple weeks since cliff had passed away, and you were doing everything you could to take care of the band.

It's been two weeks. Two long, insufferable, painful weeks. Not only for you, but for the other three as well.

Two weeks.

Two weeks since you had lost your best friend who was like a brother to you, but more importantly, the band lost their bassist. Their bassist who was their best friend too.

The guys were absolutely distraught, and it hurt you to see them all like this. If you were given the opportunity to take away all of their pain, you'd do it in a heartbeat. Yeah, the crash may have been so called "accidental", but all of you were almost madder at the situation than anything.

There wasn't a thing you could do to heal the hearts of you, the other band members, and staff members as well. But, despite your own suffering, you were determined to help everyone through it before you helped yourself.

You weren't a part of their staff or anything, but you were close with every single person.

You walk into the studio to be met with James, Kirk, and Lars all sitting around, scattered about in silence. Kirk's hands were shaking lightly, eyes wide and pooled with tears. Poor baby.

James, who's sitting there staring blankly at the wall across the room from him, has the exact same expression as Kirk. Lars, of course, tries not to show his sadness, in hopes it'll make himself feel better somehow.

But, despite his best efforts, he failed miserably. He failed every time he tried to hold it back. Every. Single. Time.

The poor guys were traumatized. And in all honesty, you were too.

You were on the tour bus with them, you guys had to see your best friend underneath the bus. That stupid bus. The bus that didn't work right in the first place, but you all gave it a chance anyway.

You didn't know whether or not you should be mad at the bus driver, mad because he wasn't careful enough. He said he didn't mean to, that there was "black ice." Pfft. Black ice. There was no black ice, you walked down the road with James for miles without seeing a single trace of slick, slippery roads. What black ice?

You stay quiet for a second, giving yourself a moment to regain some level of composure. "You guys need anything to eat? Drink??" You ask after a second, your voice soft, warm, and soothing.

Silence.

The silence in the room was uneasy, but could you blame them? You didn't expect anyone to talk after what had happened, but you were still there for them and offering them stuff just in case. Usually they'd answer with a small nod, shrug, or a shake of their head, but today was different. Today was the day where reality set in for everyone.

Nobody says a word, until the silence is suddenly broken.

"Why'd he have to go..?" James murmurs, his voice breaking as a single tear rolls down his cheek.

You sit next to him on the couch, bringing your hand up to rub gentle, soothing circles on his back, "It was his time, James.. no one knew this would happen,"

Shaking his head lightly, Kirk speaks up, "We need him though, y/n..!!" He cries out, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I know, Kirk, I know... and I'm so sorry you guys have to go through this," You whisper softly, trying your best to comfort the trembling man beside of you. It took everything inside of you not to break down as well, you were here for them. You didn't wanna make everything about you and you certainly didn't wanna panic them anymore than they already were.

You were their only source of comfort right now, also giving the fact that you were pretty much the only person they trusted and relied on. It's been that way for years. You had been James's best friend for lord knows how long, and you've done nothing but help them and encourage them as they started a band and started getting popular.

But you weren't entirely sure on what to say or do at this point, comforting three guys simultaneously wasn't the easiest thing ever.

"I shouldn't have let him use my bed, this is all my fault, this is all my fault," He repeats himself like a broken record, breaking down once again.

You shake your head instantly, pointing an assertive finger his way. "Kirk, this was not your fault. It was nobody's fault. Don't blame yourself for any of this, you didn't know.. nobody knew. And trust me; all of us, including Cliff, know you would've put your life on the line to save him if you knew that bus was gonna crash. So don't put yourself to blame, alright?" You raise your eyebrows, Kirk nodding instantly. You could tell he was feeling slightly better from your reassurance with the way he stopped crying and relaxed in his seat a little. Obviously everyone was still on edge, but they just needed reassurance. They wanted reassurance.

"..But you've gotta keep going, okay? You can't give up, you guys know full well Cliff would scold y'all if you did." You say as you look around at the three men sympathetically.

The mere thought of Cliff griping at them made Kirk smile a little, but his eyes were still filled with hurt.

"Everything's gonna be okay. I promise." You say, your voice gentle yet firm. Fixing your eyes on James's shaking form next to you, you step over to the couch again and kneel down in front of him, gently brushing some blonde, tear-damp hair from his face.

His gaze locks onto yours, and you give him a tiny yet reassuring smile, your hands cupping his jaw as your thumbs wipe his tears. He stays still, almost relaxing completely from your touch and how calm you seemed to be.

But he knew. He knew that deep down, you weren't calm at all. He knew how close you and Cliff were, but he wasn't about to call you out for your fake actions. He knew you were doing it for the sake of their own sanity.

His tremors die down, his tears drying on his cheeks as he looks into your comforting eyes. The way you'd brush his hair from his face, wipe his tears, and tell him everything was gonna be okay, was the ONE thing that never failed to have it's way of calming him down ever since you guys were babies.

Looking around the room again, arms now resting on the blondes knees, your gaze fixes on the dane who's sitting in the floor curled in a ball, knees to his chest. He wasn't crying, though he looked like he wanted to.

You knew none of this was gonna be easy, the guys have done nothing but drink and drown themselves in more and more pain ever since Cliffs passing. They've done better though, you helped them find better ways to cope other than drink any type of alcohol they could get their hands on whenever they got the chance.

You always told them, "Don't think about it, think happy thoughts," but even you knew talk is cheap.

"I promise," You repeat softly, nodding a little at all of them.

#cliff burton #orion #master of puppets #metallica #james #kirk #lars #cliff #im so glad they kept going after he passed #im sure cliff is so beyond proud of them

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chilopodacrudus · 4 months

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Piers Backstory Part 1 Electric Boogaloo

I noticed I was putting much more detail into the 2nd and 3rd parts so I redid the first; oops.

CW for: Piers is a serial killer and not a good person. He has the good intention of helping a child who is suffering from abuse but not exactly a good method of helping; this gets him in trouble. CW for a child implied to be having a bad time at home.

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/chilopodacrudus/738185995997118464/piers-meets-god?source=share

Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/chilopodacrudus/738216351750111232/piers-hell-arc-2-grief?source=share

Piers: A six foot tall middle aged man with a thicker athletic build to him. His hair is mid length; his bangs a dark brown the rest of his wavy hair a much lighter blonde. He adjusts his glasses staring off into the distance; his eyes darting across the few faces he see’s walking around the strip mall he frequently people watches in.

Marcy: A young girl; roughly 8, long frizzy hair and tomboyish clothes stands cautiously behind a pillar. She’s looking out for someone; there’s a steady panic in her eye.

Piers: He notices Marcy immediately; that’s Lacey’s niece. Lacey was a client of his for his dog walking business he runs on the side. He’d like to think they were decently close; he does quite a bit of extra work for her as she’s fallen on hard times. He’s concerned for Marcy; her father was an absolute prick. He knew something was going on at home as he bore witness to it during his spying in the past. What was the idiot up to now. He approaches Marcy with a smile on his face. "Marcy? Hey kiddo…your parents around?" Piers ticks his eyes towards where she's looking; Jason can be heard yelling and sounds very drunk.

Jason: A rough looking man; unshaven but dressed in his Sunday's best. Ruffled dark brown hair and a bitter air to him. "MARCY? The hell is that fucking kid; MARCY." He stumbles into view with a sneer on his face and starts to yell for her "MAR-…" his face changes and flushes white when he see's someone he knows a forced smirk on his face as he looks at Piers. "Marcy it's time to go" He nods his head to Piers; clearly putting on a front to not out himself in front of someone he's familiar with.

Marcy: She’s overwhelmed; she doesn’t know where to turn, if it were up to her she would dart to Piers and hide. Instead she instinctively pulls down her sleeve hiding a fresh bruise.

Piers: He bares witness to all of this with a dead look of intent in his eye. He had already made up his mind long before now. He turns to Marcy with his expression becoming much more intense; likely more so than he’d want it to in the moment. "Marcy…everything…will be okay..I promise"

Jason: "Marcy I don't have all day here.."

Marcy: She smiles at Piers a bit put off by his expression but she nods "Thanks…" She speaks softly and begrudgingly goes to Jason and walks with him out of the area.

Piers: He nips his bottom lip and mutters to himself. "Everything will be just fine…"

A few days later; Piers is at his home speaking with Lacey who is picking up her dog Berns, a large collie. Piers' dog Doc; a rottweiler is laying on the couch gnawing on a toy.

Piers: He has a warm look on his face; he was very fond of Lacey, much more fond than she knows."He's a good boy as always Lacey; a pleasure"

Lacey: She’s a lanky nervous woman; tall with a punk rock vibe. Her hair done in a long half hawk of dirty blonde. She wore large steel toed boots. She speaks frantically always tripping over her words. "Thanks man you know I owe you; I'm so sorry I couldn't send the full payment this month I…and I'm sorry for coming so late"

Piers: Holds up a hand stopping her "Like I said; he's a pleasure. This is just a side gig you don't have to worry about anything.”

Lacey: "You're an angel; thank you so much. If you need anything…just let me know"

Piers: "Of course you two take care"

When Piers closes the door his smile fades a blank expression again as he swings by his bathroom to pick up a large duffel bag. He stands in front of the mirror of his bathroom staring into it deeply. Something in his mind clearly switched.

It's past midnight; Piers makes his way to Jason's house. He's stopped by here to do errands for Lacey before. Wearing tight rubber gloves; rubber covers over his boots and a outer layer of easily tossable plastic coveralls.

No lights are on in the house; he parks his car several blocks away and takes a path through the woods towards the backdoor carrying his duffel bag.

He picks the backdoor lock and makes his way carefully inside; shutting the door behind him. He passes by Marcy's room; briefly pausing to narrow his eyes. He was terrified that she would see what he was about to do but it had to be done.

Entering the room he sets down his bag and pulls out a tire iron; gripping it firmly in his gloved hand a soft clink is heard and Jason stirs from his sleep.

Piers: Before Jason can fully comprehend what's happening "Hey" he bashes him over the head once, waits; then goes for a second swing, bitterly watching him hack up blood and wince while staying eerily calm. There was nothing in his eyes. "Bastard" He speaks deadpan before pulling out his makeshift blade. A crooked mess of a thing made with one solid chunk of metal. He slits Jason's throat with no hesitation; not even bothering to enjoy the scene before him as he quickly takes out a large black piece of vinyl to put over his body. He didn't want Marcy to see him like this. He notices Jason's pocket watch out of the corner of his eye and nabs it without really thinking putting it in his bag and making his way out.

Several days later; Piers is on his couch looking at the pocket watch. He admires it; it’s a one of a kind piece gifted to him by Lacey, the etching of her name inside solidifies that. Jason was Lacey’s brother; he knew this but he knew she would have done the same thing if only she knew.

A knock at the door.

Lacey: She stands looking more disheveled than normal. Her eyes sunken from lack of sleep and tears; she’s here to drop Berns off like usual.

Piers: Without thinking he instinctively lays down the pocket watch on the night stand next to the front door. Putting on his ‘empathetic face’ he answers the door. "Hey; how are you holding up"

Lacey: "Ha I…you know…not well" Her eyes are darting left and right she goes to say something but is interrupted by Berns’ excitement.

Berns: The large fluffy collie wags his tail happily seeing his dog buddy Doc; pulling on the leash and rushing into the house knocking the pocket watch on the ground clearly in Lacey's view.

Piers: He panics ‘shit shit shit’ snatching the pocket watch with a spin on his heel but not before Lacey catches a glimpse of it and Piers knows what she saw. "BERNS come on man…manners" He attempts to laugh it off praying it works.

Lacey: Her eyes are wide like a doe in headlights her heart feels like it stops mid beat she stumbles over her words but tries to regain her composure. She knows the watch was stolen from the crime scene she thinks she’s dreaming briefly. "Hahaha he's…yea…I…I'll be b..back to pick him up…usual time"

Piers: His smile saddens; his heart flutters he can’t believe he was so careless."Yea sure you be safe out there" His words seem much more sinister but he didn’t intend them to be.

Lacey: She slams the door shut and runs to the side of Piers’ house collapsing down with both hands clutched over her mouth tears streaming down her eyes. She has no idea what she’s going to do she can’t believe what she saw.

Piers: His expression changes from a solemn one to blank. His mind is reeling as he slides down to the floor; his back to the door. He squeezes the pocket watch between his fingers tapping his thumb against it. Snapping his head back and rolling his eyes he’s fighting every instinct he has but he knows what he has to do. "I’m so sorry Lace…you gotta go"

The next day Piers is staring at himself in the mirror going over unheard internal monologue. His mind is made up and so he performs just as he always does. He picks up his bag of goodies and heads out.

He heads to Lacey's house; this will be much easier as Lacey gave him a key to her house to take care of chores for her while she's away but he isn't sure if she's changed the locks yet after seeing what she saw at his house.

She hasn't.

He slips into her house with his usual garb when doing such things. Lacey is sitting in the living room clearly paranoid with little sleep. Piers eyes go wide when he notices that she see's him. He drops his duffel bag to the floor as Lacey slowly gets out of the chair and holds her hands up.

Lacey: "Why'd you do it" She’s been rehearsing this; she blurts it out so quickly she nearly spits.

Piers: He swallows making his way towards her slipping a pocket knife into his back pocket from his bag. He didn’t want her to suffer; at least he didn’t think he did. "I was doing Marcy a favor" His voice is dry and matter of fact devoid of the warmth of their normal conversations.

Lacey: "What do..what are you talking about?" She has no time for games or sorry excuses she’s not here to hear his side of the story she’s already made up her mind of how to think about the whole thing.

Piers: "I've been watching them for awhile; you wouldn't believe the things I've seen him do Lace…"

Lacey: She looks to the side; clenching her eyes closed briefly she grabs at the side of her head and wraps her arms around her body. Jason was her brother; he wasn’t perfect but clearly he wasn’t evil. She loses all of the composure she had. “I don't believe you; I DON'T BELIEVE YOU"

Piers: His heart sinks; he isn’t used to letting such emotions grip him during times like this but he goes forward none the less; gripping her firmly against the wall."I guess it doesn't really matter now does it…Marcys safe so I did what I could now…" He leans in and offers a gentle whisper as he slips the pocket knife into his hand and places it against her neck. "I'll give you one last favor…close your eyes Lace…and I'll make it quick"

Berns: Berns roused from his sleep from the commotion and stumbles into the room; confused but reads what's going on pretty quickly. Lacey's heart was pounding; frozen in place but when she catches eye of him she screams for him for help. In the blink of an eye; Berns lunges at Piers and gnashes his teeth deep into his right calf causing him to slash Lacey across the face as he jerks back and yells.

Piers: "FUCKING…BERNS DOWN" He didn't want to hurt Berns; he had nothing to do with this, he grips Berns' nose and squeezes his mouth open snatching him and throwing him into the bathroom and closing the door. Limping with his eyes wide he curses and slams his hand into the door. This wasn’t good he can’t stop making mistakes.

Lacey: She scrambles into the bedroom; her dad gave her his old hunting rifle for protection, that's all that was on her mind now. She shakily takes it out of the case and loads the ammo; the instructions her Dad gave her on how to use it repeating over and over and over in her mind.

Piers: Stumbles towards her limping badly from a torn leg he slams open her door. His voice laced with venom as he shouts. "LACEY"

Lacey: She panics and fires without aiming hitting Piers with a gut shot. She drops to her knees and scrambles backwards in complete silence; staring at the splatter of blood and viscera in front of her.

The neighbors had called the police hearing Berns having a fit minutes before; the sound of police sirens flood Piers' ears.

Piers: He gives Lacey a crooked grin; blood dripping from his nose and mouth. He was eviscerated; his organs poking through as he stumbled and crawled to his feet like a wounded animal. "You're a lucky one Lace…" he growled at her as he takes what's left of his energy and dashes into the woods. The snow is deep but his adrenaline pushes him further and further until his body gives out. A long blood trail behind him. He slumps up against a tree gripping his stomach frantically trying to pull himself together his face twisted in pain. "Fuck…fucking idiot fuck…really? This? This is…" He gives a pained laugh that quickly turns into a frantic yelp and falls silent. "The hell am I doing…"

A long; agonizing death, a gut shot isn't quick but he'd be dead before the cops ever caught up with him. Which was preferable to him at the time.

#serial killer #slasher #slasher oc #story #oc story #horror story #horror #creative writing

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satohqbanana · 8 months

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Aveyond: The Prince and the Witch Chapter 4

Previously in the last chapter:

Nicolas and his bodyguards travel to Candar and break the bad news to Ella's mother, while Lars IV takes his chance to investigate the group who once defeated Heptitus, freed Shaenlir, and saved the world. Later in Thais, they rendezvous with certain expectations and the sorcerer fails to make a good impression on the healer. With tension this early in their journey, things are not exactly looking up for the group.

The trip towards Bogwood was suffocating.

On one hand, it was nice to see blades of green grass stop along formations of rock and stone - a trip worth two days on horseback. It was also nice to see those gray hills of pebble and ash become wet marshlands of murky green and dull orange, especially in the husky haze of the afternoon sun, after two days of hiking around the stony cliffs.

It wasn’t too nice to smell the stink of the mossy waters, though. And it definitely wasn’t nice to continue the trip with a know-it-all grasshead in the team. To boot, with Heptitus defeated, most fauna had gone more docile again, and there were no beasts for Nicolas to take his anger out on.

If only he could take that sorcerer's hair and rip it out like grass off a field.

Ava and Gavin led the team, with the Thaisian trouble trio - Rye, Jack, and Emma - on the rear, and Nicolas riding his horse in the middle, right behind the grasshead sorcerer who preferred to walk, or use his magic when he lagged behind. Lars Tenobor IV, a man of mystery. He'd rather be next to them when they travelled, but kept his distance once they settled for the night. He liked to invite himself into conversations, but he ate separately from them.

As such, Nicolas could never confront the sorcerer about their conversation in Thais.

What did that man even mean by not being sorry? No matter how Nicolas looked at it, it was his own fault that the sorcerer had been left in bandages, when strong healing spells could've easily sealed all his wounds. To boot, the council of light mages considered Nicolas the best healer in the mainland!

This was just salt to the wound, especially after his conversation with Queen Ella III. As much as the healer hated to admit it, he needed to get stronger, for Ella, and for others in the

future. And yet, the sorcerer implied that such a thing was not necessary, when he had almost died from the encounter with the witches, had Nicolas not been there to help him. Was he mad? Did he not fear death or the consequences thereof?

Now, truly, Nicolas could say that he hallucinated much of his first encounter with the sorcerer. The fumes from the witch's fires must have poisoned the healer's mind.

"Now, you, Lars IV was it? Do enlighten me," said Gavin, "You are a sorcerer?"

"Yes."

"And a prince?"

"Mm."

"...and a warlock?"

"Yes."

"That's crazy." Gavin clicked his tongue. "How do you even distinguish the boundary between sorcery and witchcraft?"

"One seeks to control vileness; the other embraces vileness to control."

"I wasn't really looking for the answer."

"Why do you ask, then?"

Dark energy emanated from Gavin, but Ava stopped him. "Lighten up, boys. We're almost there." She said that over an hour ago, and also the hour previous.

"And I'm almost at the end of my wits, wife!" complained Gavin, rightfully so.

Nicolas took a swift glance at the three companions behind him. At the least, those three seemed to enjoy each other's presences, and they were too engrossed in their own conversation to be concerned with other things.

Other things, such as the sorcerer slowing his pace to march next to Nicolas. Oh, no.

"Your friends are very lively, aren't they?" said the other prince. This was the first time they held a conversation after they left Thais.

"...what do you want?"

"Oh, don't be so cold, Nickles!"

"Don't call me that!"

"We're going to suffer each other's presence for this journey. Listen to your friend and lighten up a little! Misery loves company, and trouble is its guest of honor."

"Ugh, please, stop speaking in riddles."

"Oh, sooo demanding! Women must be sooo appalled to learn about this side of you!"

A rather embarrassing memory flashed in Nicolas' mind. Stupid beggar, stupid citizens, and stupid, stupid cheese! "...no?!"

The sorcerer shook his head with a mocking smile. "I feel sooo sorry for you."

"No, you don't?!"

The sorcerer merely cackled, a horrid noise that could not be muffled even with both his hands over his face. If Nicolas had to put up with more of this, he was going to explode.

Thankfully, they finally reached the mystic town of Bogwood in less than an hour.

Similar to the last time they visited, the witches were busy with their day-to-day lives acting on the stage, surprising each other with gifts, or trying to outdo each other in nefarious ways. The Thaisian trouble trio immediately left to find a place for the groups' steeds.

Upon hearing his voice - like usual - the witches came rushing to greet Gavin and adore him with hugs and kisses, saying things like how they missed him as they ran into his open arms. Ava was not pleased, and with her arms crossed, she was definitely thinking of tying him on the bowsprit of her ship. Har, har.

Things were rather going well, until one of the witches gasped rather loudly.

"Is that, i-is that… Lars?!"

She pointed to Lars IV, whose confident smile immediately dropped when he was singled out. The ground rumbled as Nicolas and friends tried to understand what the fuss was about, and then Gavin was shoved into Ava's arms as the witches left to gush and coo and faint over the grasshead.

This was not happening.

"A real warlock in the flesh! I can feel his supreme power emanating from his smooth skin!"

"He's so cuuute! Does he even age? What is his secret?!"

"Please make me your princess and take me to your kingdom!"

The more seconds that ticked by, the more witches covered the tiny sorcerer, the louder the squeals got. Nicolas could not believe his eyes and ears, nor Gavin and Ava. Even if the Bogwood witches were a bother, the couple had certain pride in knowing Gavin was someone who was admired by many ladies for both his charms and his abilities.

Finally, someone screeched.

"ENOOOOUUUUGH!"

It was the sorcerer, who shoved the witches away with a non-lethal blast of energy around himself. The witches yelped as they fell on top of each other, but they didn't seem to mind!

"This power… it's so overwhelming!"

"I'm never washing this cheek again!"

"He's so rough. How exciting!"

"Get away from me, you hags!" The shortie pointed his staff at the witches. "Where is Heptitus?!"

"Dunno~"

"She hasn't been home, yanno?"

"Awww, why her? Play with us instead!"

"Ugh, I don’t have time for this! I have urgent business!"

And a rather unfamiliar voice spoke out: "And what is your business with Lady Heptitus?"

The other witches quieted. The man was the professor from the witch academy, whose name Nicolas could not recall. But, it seemed like the sorcerer knew him, for the shortie grasshead sighed in relief and immediately walked up to the man.

"Professor Drake!"

"Your Imperial Highness."

The two exchanged curt bows, and immediately, the professor led the sorcerer away, with magical dark shields around them. The witches protested, in vain. With no other choice, everyone had to go back to their previous tasks.

Gavin, whose pride had taken a blow, skept his gaze towards the empty distance. Ava did not waste time hurling a rant in her sailor's tongue down Nicolas' ears. Everything was just much to take in.

It was then that a mint-haired witch plopped around to join them.

"Helga!" Gavin shouted, surprising everyone. He too seemed shaken, not knowing why he called out to her.

"Hey there, big guy," Helga said, "Welcome back. You and the Missus staying?"

Ava answered, "There's no way I'm staying in this wretched place!"

"Hm? Did something happen?"

Helga's gleeful warty face turned pale when Ava described the situation in very colorful language. Nicolas covered her mouth and summarized, "In short, it's Lars. Prince Lars Tenobor IV."

Helga cringed. "That Lars? Green hair, red eyes, so smart and annoying that you just wanna punch him so bad? That Lars?!"

"Yes. That would be him."

"Ahhh, I hate him so much that I love him… I mean! Oh, no! This is dreadful."

"Yes, yes." Nicolas shook his head in disapproval. "We know."

"I don't think you understand… oh, wait, where are my toads? They must've been caught in the commotion. Why don't you help me find them first? Then, I'll explain everything to you."

The extra chore was rather inconvenient, but Ava already stomped ahead to the swampy mangroves, no doubt eager to find something to take her feelings out on. Rye, Emma, and Jack had just returned, but seeing Ava walk away with Gavin in her shadow made them follow her too. With no other choice, Nicolas trudged along the rest of the party to seek a few toads off the marsh.

As expected, in pursuit of a nasty, smelly toad, he tripped over a large root and fell face first on the icky, stinky, mossy waters. Of course Gavin laughed at him for it, and so did Jack, and Rye and Emma, while their voices went silent, could not hide their stupid smiles and shaking shoulders.

Stupid witches. Why did Uthar agree to this plan?!

The moon was high up the horizon when they returned to Helga with nine toads in hand and slimy moss on their heads. She magicked the moss away (thank goodness) before leading them to the community building and sitting them with fresh bowls of (surprisingly) palatable soup of (still questionable) ingredients. She allowed them to eat and unwind a little before she started her tale.

"I don't know if you know this, and I know Gavin doesn't because this didn't really concern him until now, but the story's pretty famous in coven gossip. The Emperor of the Eastern Empire, Lars III, married the Queen of the Sea Witches."

So that's why their beloathed prince was also a sorcerer and a warlock. Nicolas nodded slowly.

"Apparently, he promised her the throne if she would help him graduate school, or something like that."

Rye asked, "But why would a king ask a witch to help him finish his studies?"

"If Thais runs the School of War and Magic, then the Eastern Empire runs the Shadwood Academy. The Academy has this weird culture where you have to present the proof of a 'good deed' to graduate. That's what the Sea Witch Queen helped the Emperor with.

"But that's not what I want to say. The point is, their son, Lars IV, is a genius. He graduated from the Academy at 13 years old. Then he mastered witchcraft at 16. And at 17, he began to take control of the majority of the Empire's affairs… and now, about a decade later, he comes barging in looking for Heptitus?"

Helga lowered her voice. "That guy is dangerous. Even his ordinal number, four, is such a powerful and auspicious number in their culture. Some even think he might even be a living incarnation of Heptitus herself, and even if that isn’t true, I, a bonafide witch of Bogwood, would not want to get close to this man no matter how much I desire his secrets. I have my boundaries, and I do not mess with big personalities such as Lars Tenobor IV."

Nicolas swallowed. Whatever "kindness" he saw that other night, it was definitely because he was intoxicated, confused, and half-suffocated. This story really aligned with how the sorcerer acted before them and how Uthar treated him.

Of course, Nicolas' friends are quick to gather information. They had Helga with them; she was as good a source as any right now that everyone else was too starstruck by the sorcerer.

"Helga," Gavin said, "Thanks for the tip. Your story is much appreciated, as is your hospitality. However, we're actually here to know if any of you or your friends had been, you know, visiting Shaenlir lately?"

The witch shrugged. "Never heard of it. I mean, we did know Heptitus was there last year. But that was last year, and we're still suffering that grand embarrassment. I don't think any of us had even left Bogwood ever since that incident! Besides, we don't wanna be associated with stealing whole kingdoms or something. That is so not a witchy thing to do!"

"Right?! I hate those kinds of people, really! They give us witches a bad name!"

"See?! You get it!"

The two shook hands and affirmed their shared beliefs. Ah, witches. Nicolas shook his head in distaste.

Then Rye asked, "But if Heptitus isn't here, who do you look to for guidance?"

Helga hummed for a moment before answering, "That would be the headmaster of Witch School: Master Zion!"

Inside the school, Lars IV followed Professor Drake around as he spoke of past events. The professor's explanation mirrored that of the other witches' - no one left the swamp for longer than two days at a time, and no one had seen Heptitus ever since the fiasco last year.

As Lars IV wondered how Bogwood fared, the professor opened the door to the headmaster's office.

"Good evening, Drake," an old, wrinkled warlock greeted from within the room. "What can I do for you?"

"Sir, his Imperial Highness Lars IV asks to see you."

"Oh?"

The old headmaster locked eyes with his guest. Immediately, the elder's smile weakened.

"Oh. Oh, hmm, yes… very well. Drake, leave us."

The young professor politely nodded and went on his way. The sorcerer meanwhile took the headmaster's words as an invitation to head inside and politely stand before his desk.

"Master Zion!" greeted the young prince. "You never work this late in the night!"

"Things change."

"So do people, don't they?"

"Sit, my dear."

The sorcerer gracefully tucked himself onto a chair as the old warlock sighed.

"I'm not as careless as I used to be, my good pupil. Now I run after the slivers of daylight in hopes of fixing the present that suffers from the past."

"So you can live a pleasant future - or whatever remains of it, yes?"

"Mm. Now, tell me, what brings you here? You never visit unless you're desperate for answers."

The sorcerer looked into the distance with somber eyes, for his former mentor was right. "I think that what I fear the most has come. I've no confirmation yet as that matter had never really been my priority, given my situation."

"Perhaps you should make it a priority this time. You cannot let this blow out of proportion."

"But I'm not ready yet. I'm not strong enough yet."

"And so you waste your time entertaining the monarchs and their cronies. Out with it. What is it that you truly seek?"

"Ah, I currently need the seal of the Bogwood coven on this document."

He pulled out a scroll from his bag. Magic spilled from its every edge and corner as he unfurled it. It was empty, save for the Pendragon insignia towards the end. Zion raised a bushy eyebrow.

"What would you use the seal for?"

"Some witches crossed Prince Uthar of Thais; now his bride is in a deep curse. The curse is a strong binding spell made with light magic. As I was the one who dealt with the fiends, I suggested investigating the witch covens to find the culprits in the name of Thais. If you agree to give me the seal, I'll swear your innocence to the prince."

The old warlock laughed. "Swear the innocence of Bogwood to a little prince of a long-standing regime that made its foundations by crushing its enemies under its heels? You are playing a very silly game, my good pupil. Don't tell me you plan to beg for the other covens' seals too?"

"I was ready to fight, but Uthar decided his brother should fulfill a role in my plans, and that changed a lot of things." The whole incident was not a very good sign of the things coming his way. Lars IV did not want to endanger the life of people he barely knew - but more than that, he did not want to endanger the life of Prince Nicolas Pendragon.

Zion gave a deep sigh once again. “My dear, your ways always worry me. You are one of the best witches I’ve ever taught, someone whose craft is almost akin to Lady Heptitus’ herself, and yet you so easily throw your life away in unnecessary atonement."

"Please, Master. I know it will come at a price, but I'm prepared."

“As is with the ways of the witches, my dear. Our aid is never without a price.”

The air stilled. The sorcerer bowed his head and cast his eyes onto the floor. He would not leave unsuccessful.

"...very well. I will help you."

“I owe you much, Master.”

“Oh, you might not say that once you’ve earned the seal. Now, go back to your companions, and meet me by the stage during the witching hour.”

“Thank you.”

The sorcerer took the old warlock’s hands and firmly pressed his own forehead against his master's bony knuckles. When he lifted his head, Zion only gave him a sad gaze. With that, Lars IV left.

Time to give the news.

On his way out, Lars IV heard loud voices coming from outside the school. It was his merry band of misfits and Professor Drake. It didn’t take much sleuthing to understand what was going on, really.

“We need to see this Master Zion,” insisted the pirate woman. “Let. Us. Through!”

“As I’ve said, he’s busy and he won't see you!”

On cue, Lars IV opened the door with arms spread wide. “Miss me, my lovelies?”

The warlock professor seemed to be both relieved and even more exasperated to see him, while the sorcerer’s precious charges showed astonishment and surprise on their faces. My, my, wasn’t Lars IV such a celebrity?

“Good news!” announced the sorcerer, “Master Z has agreed to help us! He’ll give us the rest of the details later, so we should get some rest first.”

Drake no longer had words to say, it seemed. He sputtered a few syllables before managing to say, “Please be on your way! Thank you!” and slamming the school door behind him. Ah, Zion’s protégé was such a treasure.

“And where have you been?”

And so were Lars IV’s charges, really. He turned to the pirate and grinned.

“Talking with Master Z, the guy Heptitus entrusted to lead the education for her young recruits here in Bogwood. He’s also kind of a big deal in witch society, though I don’t really expect you to understand–”

“We barely understand anything and you’re not making things easy for us,” interrupted Nicolas. “What makes you think we’re going to simply take your word for it?”

And really, he made a point. It was true that nothing the sorcerer did ever really made a positive impact on the group, but it wasn’t like he personally had a choice. Besides, he was still wearing this mask, and this mask had certain requirements to fulfill.

“In that case, why don’t I give a quick diagnostic on you and your friends, and tell you if there’s a curse on your shoulders?” Such as little games like this - not that the sorcerer actually expected something out of it.

Of course, the proud healer was not too convinced. “What good does that do us when we have a warlock–”

Luckily enough, the warlock in their group spoke up. "Aha! Right! We never really asked Dredel to take off that boot curse off you, Nicky, did we?"

Nicolas turned red, but no real word could escape his tongue. Was he really cursed by a Bogwood witch? A petty curse that their warlock companion never dared to lift? What an interesting turn of events!

"There's a curse on you?"

"No?!"

Lars IV rolled his eyes as he approached Nicolas, who backed away and eventually froze when his back hit a nearby tree. The healer looked rather terrified; poor thing!

Lars IV then clarified, “I’m not going to do anything to you. I legally promised your brother I’ll return you in one piece, you know?”

“Does that really matter?! I don’t trust you either way!”

“Oof, that hurts a lot, you know.” Even if Lars IV expected this reaction, it still did sting.

Nevertheless, he wanted to be a man of his word.

He took another step forward and raised his hand over Nicolas’ chest. Visibly, the younger prince trembled, and the sorcerer hesitated as a bitter memory surfaced.

"...I don't mean any harm," he murmured, and though he didn't know if Nicolas heard his words, Lars IV knew the younger prince didn't like his actions anyway.

“G-get away from me you rotten, good-for-nothing, fiendish monster–”

Then a slight and unseen wave of dark magic sparked. Nicolas yelped and jumped forward, clinging onto the tiny sorcerer for dear life.

“S-stupid boot!”

Seriously? A little pranking spell? Of course. Why would a proud warlock slap this little curse away? It was a prank, where the sensation of a kicking boot would touch one’s rump. Someone in the group wanted to have a little laugh at the prince, it seemed.

As Lars IV felt himself being shoved away, he focused on the disappearing trace of magic to feel for its caster. His senses passed through the hums and whispers of magic, searching for the familiar signature. Ah, yes. It was someone named Dorothy or Dew, whichever it was, yes? Where was she? There. There, near the swamp waters, with her little presents for pranking. The spells were weak in intensity, but binding enough to last a lifetime. It would be easy to dispel such a thing.

And whatever the name of that caster was, Lars IV would like to give her a piece of his mind. Later.

He refocused on Nicolas and his companions. The healer looked really frazzled, so a little help really would be nice, wouldn’t it?

“Don’t move,” warned the sorcerer before filling a hand with dark energy. “Dispel!”

As expected, the healer moved away. The dark magic hit one of Nicolas' companions, but of course, nothing happened.

“Y-you hurt Emma!” accused the healer as he hid behind the pirate. Really?

This ordeal became the longest chase Lars IV had to give another grown adult in a long, long while. How did the Thaisian castle survive with this pampered brat living in their halls?! His nanny must’ve had the time of her life serving this stubborn, energetic boy.

“Stay still!”

This time, the sorcerer used both of his hands. Fortunately, his spell finally reached Nicolas. Lars IV smirked as he felt the previous binding spell break… along with another. There were two petty binding spells on the guy???

It was not too petty, it seemed, as the second spell being broken made Nicolas wobble. Lars IV caught the healer in his arms.

“Are you okay?”

“I-I think so… What did you do? What was that?”

“I merely dispelled the curses you had on you.”

“Curse…s? Ugh, my head is spinning!”

The healer groaned again. Lars IV held a hand filled with magic to the healer’s forehead, in an attempt to soothe what pain Nicolas felt. The sorcerer then looked up to see their companions catching up with them.

“Is he okay?” asked the archer.

“Yes. He simply feels the effects of having the curse lifted, but… I felt two binding spells on him. I saw the first one earlier, the one with the boot. What about the second one?”

Lars IV’s five remaining charges tried to reach into their memories, and he watched them very carefully. The thief didn’t really care, so his words didn’t matter; the archer looked stupid, so his words didn’t matter; the swordswoman did not seem too concerned about her liege, so her words didn’t matter.

"Dunno 'bout that one…"

However, the pirate, whose eyes temporarily widened before darting to the warlock next to her, before she denied anything of the sort.

Aha!

“If you say so,” he said, carefully lacing his words with a not-too-revealing tone of voice, “Well, we should get some rest. We still need to be up by the witching hour.”

He’d also give the pirate a piece of his mind. Later.

#it's been a while since i touched this story haha #some of the technical lore (like the distances) might be vague?#i always love making characters have political banter #by the way there are two spells on Nic in canon one for the boot thing and one for you-know-what wink wink #forced character relationships belong to the same category as hypno for me. so. no to that. :(#the build up is exciting but the real deal with the witches is even better #i hope to write 3 more pairs of witch deals and witch tasks (quests) this year <3 #is that enough tags #aveyond the prince and the witch #annelaurant writing #anne's av2 au?#aveyond #av2

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ladybender · 6 years

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Futurama + Planet Symbolism.

(insp)

#wow i don't even know where i found the time to make this #i'm probably failing 3 courses as we speak but that's fine #the symbolism in the last one thore me to pieces while i was making it #and i'm sorry but if i have to suffer about lars i'm taking you all down with me #futurama #fry #leela #bender #Lars Fillmore #Hermes #zoidberg #professor farnsworth #amy wong #kif kroker #my edit #futuramaedit #Planet Symbolism

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waynewifey · 3 years

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Fading away. —

Pairing: Jason Grace x Roman!DaughterofPluto!Reader

Sumary: after moths of over working, a colapse makes you get into a coma and reflect on your feelings.

Warnings: coma, angst, Pluto as a caring dad, fluff at the end.

Words: +-3k.

A/N: This is my first Percy Jackson Franchise fanfiction, so take it easy on me. This is also my biggest and favourite one. I hope you like this! My requests are always open.

(Y/N) (L/N) had a good reason to hate Jason Grace. How could she not? Jason was so annoying, self centred, selfish, stubborn and worse of all? He dated Piper McLean. Piper was great, (Y/N) knew that and they seemed happy together. But, still, he chose Piper, not (Y/N), his girlfriend back at Camp Jupiter, who he totally forgot about. How come Percy remembered Annabeth but Jason wouldn't remember (Y/N)? And when he recovered his memory, he chose Piper. But she also loved him still, and seeing him hurt like a bullet going straight through her heart. She decided to spend a year at Half-Blood Camp to stay with her half-brother Nico Di Angelo when Gaea were defeated. She thought she could manage to see him almost every day, but she couldn't. So she started doing anything to get her mind occupied. Going on meaningless quests, travelling to New York randomly, volunteering for literally any service in the camp and barely sleeping — because sleeping meant dreams.

"It doesn't have to be like that, (Y/N)." Her brother gave her another shot of Nectar. The sunlight that entered Hades' cabin was leaving slowly as they talked, (Y/N) leaned on her bed watching her fingertips become solid again.

"I'll learn how to do it right and I promise I won't push myself too much, but I can't stop practicing." She avoided eye contact with Nico, feeling ashamed of herself. After all, she was supposed to be the one taking care of him, since she was older. She came back from a "quest" for her father, that was staying a weekend on the Underworld. She started using Shadow Travel to get there. The problem? She had no idea how hard it was, and she almost died every time. He sighted.

"I'm not talking about Shadow Travel. You should talk to Jason and sort this out. You're almost killing yourself everyday doing the craziest stuff just to keep your mind off him. He already broke up with Piper, what's stopping you now? I'm your brother and it pains me to see you suffering, I won't just sit and watch while you literally desapear." He got up and walked to the door. The (h/c) girl forced a smile so he believed she was fine. Nico left the cabin.

After hours reflecting and thinking, she heard the trumpets that announced the convocation to a game of Capture the Flag. Since she was feeling better, she changed her clothes and walked outside. The teams were: cabins 1, 4, 5, 9, 12, 14, 18, 21, 23, 27, 28, 29 vs. cabins 2, 6, 7, 10, 11, 13, 15, 16, 20, 24, 25, 26. They started the game. (Y/N) had to protect the boundary with a kid from Hipnos' cabin while a group attacked the opponent's flag and another protected their territory and their flag. Everything was going as planned, she hadn't seen anyone yet. Out of the sudden, she saw a blond guy running in their direction with a sword. Oh hell no, Jason Grace wouldn't attack her like that. But he did.

"What the hell?!" She screamed, reacting to the blade flying in her direction. Her teammate was asleep. She defended herself with her own sword and counterattacked. He invested against her leg, trying to make her fall. Her instincts took place, she jumped, attacked again and they started a meaningless battle. Jason looked the same as always. He was almost the same Jason that used to take her on cute dates in New Rome. But he fought like a greek. And that was when it hit her, he changed. The mixture of love and hate made her loose her senses for a bit, giving Jason the lead. He focused on her leg but hesitated to hit it, giving her time to get back on the fight. She knocked him to the floor, her foot on his chest and her blade on his neck, when she heard footsteps approaching quickly. Of course. It was a trap. She turned around and saw a son of Hebe holding her team's flag running, followed by two daughters of Hephaestus. She grabbed a knife from her belt and threw it to his leg, hitting exactly where she wanted. She then grabbed Jason's blade and Shadow Travelled. For a moment everything was fine, while she drowned into darkness, but then she couldn't get out. She saw her father's face mixed in the dark. He raised his hand and touched her face, than she was back at the forest. Realising not even a second had gone through, she attacked the — injured — boy and the two gigantic girls at the same time. She wasn't really expecting to defeat them, just trying to win some time so, hopefully, someone would come help her. The boy dropped the flag and got a small sword. The two girls had hammers... oh. The three of them attacked at the same time and she protected herself with Jason's sword, which flew away. She was out of hopes when a figure appeared beside her and started fighting them.

"What are you doing here?! You're not supposed to help me, we're enemies, remember?" She said, fighting Hebe's son.

"I guess you're welcome then." Jason replied smiling, fighting the hammers-girls. (Y/N) sighted in annoyance. Seconds later, her teammates came running from the enemies' territory with a flag and the three-people group surrendered. Everyone started screaming and celebrating. (Y/N)'s head hurt with the noise and she looked to her brother, feeling numb.

"Hey, can we talk?" Jason said, getting in front of her with a big smile. He was proud of himself for helping her? Of course he was. He was going to take all the credit for her team's win. The anger rose inside of her burning everything. She furrowed her eyebrows and with the last energy that remained in her body, she tried to Shadow Travel for the perhaps hundredth time that day.

She fell into the darkness while feeling her body desapear quickly. Her heart was very accelerated but then it stopped. She saw herself at the barks of Lete's river. I'm dead., she thought. The desperation started taking over. She remembered the face of all her friends. Her siblings, Hazel and Nico. Her mother. Her best friend Reyna. Camp Jupiter. New Rome. The Lar Vitellius. Lares? Lares! Maybe she could go back as a ghost! She would at least see her friends again.

"Didn't expect to see you this soon." A voice said with humor. She turned around, as always enlighten by her father's presence. But his face was sad. Not the everyday-sad-Pluto, but the my-daughter-just-died-sad-Pluto.

"Am I d-... dead?" The anxiety forbid her from crying in front of her father. The one she never knew and once she did, she didn't want to disappoint him.

"Yes and no. You see, my darling, there are things more powerful then death. Right now, your physical being is exhausted from travelling through darkness and light — which I told you not to, but we'll talk about this later, you have a decision to make. You're body is surrendering to Death out of hopelessness. But your soul, on the other hand, still fights for the heart beating in your chest. And your conscious, the controller of both body and soul, has to decide which one of them you'll support right now. As Lord of the Death that's all I can say to you. But as your father, I would like to say that we have a room for you in the castle, if you'd like that. And also, I feel obligated to show you what is happening on Earth." When he finished his words, an image formed in the air, sort of an Iris message, but no one saw them. (Y/N) saw herself laying on the grass, surrounded by some campers, Nico and Jason.

She was watching them from above. Jason put two fingers on her neck, trying to feel her pulse. She — the one in the Underworld — gasped as the blond boy whispered 'nothing'. She glanced at her father, who had a pained expression as he stared at Nico freaking out. Her brother had his hands on her chest and was murmuring something in greek. Then, he opened his eyes, filled with tears of desperation, and glanced at Jason, who didn't look any better. She wanted to scream and go back to up there, but her voice wouldn't come out of her throat.

"Half of her is already gone." Nico struggled to say. Everyone around gasped. "I can't Shadow Travel with her, it- it would k-kill the other half..."

"Let's take her to the Infirmary. Everything's gonna be fine. She'll be okay." Will Solace had appeared in the crowd and kneed down to take (Y/N) in the arms, being helped by the other two. As they walked, (Y/N) held herself in her arms, sobbing. She didn't want to die, not like that. The image faded away and Pluto hugged her. He never did that before. She left out all her emotions through the cry. Her father caressed her back and gently kissed the top of her head.

"Now you see, my child, what those on Earth are going through. You have a family up there. And if you'd ask me, Jason Grace is a good person, even being a son of my brother. You have a choice, so make it wisely." Pluto said, not backing away from the hug. She nodded and he immediately knew what her choice was. "You know I'd love to have you here with me, but I'd love even more to see you happy. Don't be reckless. And listen to your brother. You don't have to worry to come see me, I'll make sure to visit you during your recovery." As he said that, a white door appeared out of nowhere. "Here's your carpool." The girl started to walk to the door, when she heard Pluto say: "(Y/N) I lo-... Good luck." She smiled to him and went through into the door. It felt like eons in the nothingness. She felt so much pain all over her body. Then she gained conscience. She didn't knew how long it had passed. She also couldn't open her eyes or say anything, but she knew she was laying down something comfortable, a bed, perhaps. But she could hear perfectly well.

"... and I'm so sorry you had to die for me to gain the courage to say this. Please come back to us... Come back to me. Nico barely leaves this room and nor do I, Will had to force him to go eat. It's not the same without you, (Y/N/N), it really isn't." Jason's words gave her the urge to cry, but she couldn't. It was like her body had shutdown completely. She felt his warm hands on her cold ones and after that, a door was opened. Footsteps. Only one person. Jason didn't move. Someone sat down next to them.

"Dad- I mean, Hades said she will be okay." It was Nico's voice. He sounded extremely tired.

"Didn't he say that last month?" Grace was annoyed, but he didn't stop holding her hand.

"I know, I wish I could do more... I'm... I'm sorry Jason." The blond sighted.

"I should be the one to be saying that. I know there's nothing else to do. I'm sorry for putting the blame on you. It's just- if we've talked before, nothing of this would have happened. If only I was brave enough..." (Y/N) felt weak and her consciousness was back at nothing again. When she heard something again, it looked like a lot of time had passed by, but she wasn't sure at all. Jason's voice was happy as he told her his plans to the future.

"I realised you would like to work with me training the legion. You're obviously skilled and the payment is quite good. And I've heard they are planning to build a village here as well, but I don't know if you-..." Every time she tried to stay conscious, she felt weaker. 'Rest', her father's voice said inside of her head, so she let herself.

Some time...? A long time...? She didn't knew. But the next time she heard, she was way stronger. She waited until then, so she could stay longer and try to understand her emotions. She heard almost an entire day. Her friends entered and left cabin 13 — she found out that she was there. Some of them talked "to" her, some just sat there in silence. When alone, Nico talked a lot about Will Solace. (Y/N) smiled mentally. Then Jason entered. She could already recognise the sound he made walking. He sat beside her bed and held her hand, as usual.

"Hello, princess. You look better." She reunited all the strength she had storage and sent it all to her right hand. She softly squeezed Jason's hand, for a small portion of second, trying to say 'hi'. She felt exhausted. He gasped.

"She just squeezed my hand!" He screamed, laughing. Nico jumped out of his bed, laughing as well. They both stared at her, waiting for more. "You're there, right? I knew you were! It's been long months, but you're getting better. Don't work too hard. We'll see each other soon, don't worry." He kissed her forehead. After that, it was easy for her to let go and dive into her sleep again.

She was slowly getting better. She noticed her comas were smaller now, and she got stronger every time. She started communicating by squeezing people's hand. One time for 'yes' and two times for 'no'. But it still was exhausting. She met with her father a couple times through dreams, but it never lasted long. She was sick of it. She wanted to jump out of the bed and run through all the camp. She was alone with Jason, as he talked about the last time he went to Camp Jupiter, telling every change. She slowly forced herself to open her eyes. It wasn't for too long, just enough for her to see the big smile he had while talking, her favourite blond hair and how he gesticulated while speaking. By that time, her feelings were completely lined. She declined her childishness and stubbornness to accept the fact that she obviously loved him. Her lips were able to form a small smile. He hadn't noticed her yet. I can do this, she thought.

"J." She whispered for the first time in five months. Her eyes were already closed again. He gasped.

"Did you just say J? That's me! I'm here, i'm right here, love. Can you hear me?" She squeezed his hand one time. Yes. He chortled. "You're so strong. I miss you so much." He started softly crying. She squeezed his hand two times. No. Don't cry, she wanted to say. "Alright, 's fine, 's fine. Gods, you're coming back. I bet Aphrodite is watching us closely." He chuckled but suddenly stopped. "I forgot we haven't talked about that yet, i'm sorry. I don't wanna be intrusive, you know. It's just, by what Nico has told me, well, you still liked me." She squeezed two times. "That's... that's great, love. But don't worry about that just yet. You should take some rest now, my love."

Five days. She had woken up every single one of them, but only listening. No squeezes, no talking, no looking. Just storing strength. She knew she was close to fully waking up. She was already able to keep track of the days. It was a Sunday, the day she received the most visits. It should be morning, because she only heard Nico's snorting. She slowly opened her eyes. The same place. Different clothes. She wondered who had changed them. Perhaps Will did. She systematically moved her arms, pushing herself to sit. Her back was laying at wall. She took a deep breath. It was going fine. She wanted to wake Nico up, but she decided to wait to see if she would be able to actually stay awake. About an hour later, Nico woke up by himself. He yawned and turned to her bed. She looked at him with a big smile. He jumped out of bed.

"Holy shit, (Y/N)! You're up! How- Wait! I need to- Wait! Don't fall asleep, I'll be right back!" She blinked slowly to sign 'ok'. He was back moments running later with a bunch of teenagers in pyjamas. They all froze at the door, staring at her. Hazel, Frank, Annabeth, Percy, Jason and even Piper. Hazel was the first one to wake up from the trance. She ran to her sister and hugged (Y/N).

"Ouch." She managed to say, reacting to the tight hug that made her head hurt.

"Right, sorry! I forgot. Wait, you speak!" Hazel answered and laughed. All of the others joined in, amazed by her friend, and started talking, telling everything she had missed. (Y/N) couldn't speed properly, only a few words like 'hi', 'ow', 'miss' and 'food'. Later that day, Will came to check on her. He said everything looked just fine, but that she should rest.

"Hey." Zeus' son said, once they were alone.

"Hi."

"Gods, it's so good to finally hear you again. I've talked to myself for a long time." They giggled softly. (Y/N) wasn't showing any signs of it, but that day had been extremely tiring. Her entire body hurt but she couldn't give up just yet.

"I... heard." She whispered. "A bit." Her eyes tried to close but she opened them wide, fighting her own nature. Jason noticed that.

"Hey, no need to over do it.” He brushed her cheek with his thumb.

"Sleep... here." She begged, placing her hand beside her. He froze for a moment, embarrassed. And then, with a rubor across his face, he sat on the bed beside her. She laid her head on his chest and quickly fell asleep.

“Go to sleep, love. We have all the time in the world.”

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #fluff imagine #percy jackson imagines #percy jackson fanfiction #jason grace #jason grace x reader #jasonissocutehelp #nico di angelo #nico di angelo x reader #daughter of hades #pls send requests

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brownthrussy · 7 years

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Hey I saw your tags, & I was just wondering what is racist in su & gf? I'm just genuinely curious!

Well first of all sorry about the late reply i've been pretty busy! Second of all this might be a pointless reply, considering these fandoms, but fuck it. Stevies university and its fandom loves to preach itself as being diverse and woke yet does the same stuff that other fandoms do. Remember when Garnet or Amethyst got an arc for themselves? Me neither. Literally they're both "fusion" and the "fat friend" at this point. Both get little to no development for themselves which becomes ridiculous when theres been an interesting amount of focus and detail concerning Pearl. The Sardonyx arc, you know the arc which should have shown that Garnet is allowed to show that she can be vulnerable and that hurting others has consequences, was established as a Pearl arc. Literally it focused on the one that caused said problem instead of the one that got hurt when it shouldve focused on both atleast. Its also interesting how Garnet was stoic and silent when she was Darker in season 1 yet after her immediate regeneration in the end of the season she becomes lighter and more open. It probably wasnt intentional, considering Garnet got some growth by the season to become more open since Stevie met her halves, but its a tiring trope or "Stoic black woman finally gets to have a personality out of being serious and strong" which lasted a season. By season 3 shes literally the fusion friend. Aka the only episodes where she gets some focus are concerning fusion, which isnt wrong considering she is one, but it gets ridiculous not giving her anything else to work for. Amethyst was used as a "self hate" trope, which was great initially however it got repetitive and nothing was truly done. Remember season 3 when Amethyst was like "i hate myself thx Jasper" and Stevie was like "i hate myself too ok" and had a episode dedicated to it. It didnt seem necessary to have a competition on who hates themselves more when they could've, oh i dont know, learn and show compassion to one another as well as understanding each others. While it isnt exactly racism, i just dislike how the emotions in this show is just cry cry and we never mention it ever again. "Bismuth" was a display of "angry black woman' considering Bismuth wanted to kill a dictator and Stevie was like "b-hut th' hat'll make us just as bad l1ke them!!!1" and then Bismuth got poofed for wanting to kill dictators cause she was black and mean :// i get the whole "she tried to kill stevie" she thought he was rose and before anyone says "still murder tho" well ya faves Pearl Lapis and Peridot did the same shit too while the big bad butches Bismuth and Jasper suffer forever :). "Earthings" was a favorite of mine but I thought it used Smoky Quartz at the wrong time. Like the episode literally says that Amethyst could never beat Jasper no matter how she tries which really wasnt a good lesson tbh "hard work doesnt pay off, genetics does!!". Smoky was formed from a emotional bond which was nice but i thought it wouldve been better if Amethyst had accepted stevies help and that they could be fucks up together and said fusion would happen naturally instead of using fusion as just "wow we cant do shit on our owns :/// thanks rock genetics". The rubies literally got left in space to die when they were so easy to dispatch and Steven pulled the "i wanted to help eyeball" while he left the other 4 rubies to die instead of giving them a chance since wow they're??? Their own gems and deserve a chance. Said fandom demonized Navy and called her a sociopath for gaining Stevie's and the barn lesbians trust and taking the ship. These were some detailed reasons why the fandom and show seem hypocritical when they pull their "we care about diveristy but we aint gonna bother showing it" aka if youre not white coded rip you. Connie and Lars' heritage? Not necessary since theyre not white lol. Lars got a confirmed race like 4 episodes before he became pink so if we hadn't seen him before he got pink then we wouldve never known since he wouldnt look like a poc and he doesnt talk about his heritage so he wouldnt sound like one either. The fandom was also like "omgggg look at this one pic of Connie's mom wearing Indian clothes" while refusing the claim that we dont need to hear about anyone's heritage since it isn't "realistic" for POC to talk about it. Interestingly, most white fans say this claim hmm. Blue Diamond had some concerns syrrounding whitewashing, which appears to be due to lighting/ not official design. The problem was that BD was shown to be crueler in Season 2 when she was going to kill Ruby for doing her job. Yet by her official appearance she's neon, looks white despite the Indian asthethic vibe displayed on "The Return" and her display on the Moon, and sad cause her co-worker/ gf died or some shit despite Becky Sugar saying that BD was supposed to be a representation of homophobia. A stupid trope where the homophobe was just a closeted gay. She also became so sad and gay that the fandom woobified her to being a innocent gem despite being a dictator, trying to murder a main character, owning a human zoo. The show also made her cry like 99% to make you feel sad for her cause oh no how dare our white saviour Rose Quartz murder a dictator. This also brought a stupid belief of Steven that "the diamonds woildnt be here if it wasnt for my mom !!! Fuck her" considering killing PD looks like it was the only good thing Rose has done and like out of all the things steven has a right to be mad about it was about his mom killing a dictator??? Also Amethyst's and a Gem named Concrete had their own racist beta designs. Amethyst had a chola design and Concrete, a literal black coded gem that couldnt read (an advanced alien species and the only one that cant read is the black gem?),were displayed on the art books because the crewniverse doesnt really consider the racism that theyve displayed for children to see. This show has a lot of problems and its still good, could be a whole lot better if some issues were addressed, but considering the writers and fandom refuse to address any criticism by using the "its a show for kids!!!1) says the 30 year old white gay on tunglr. Org who praises stevies university for being woke!!1 and having a gay couple. Jeez this got long but I just think its hypocritical that everyone praises this show for barely doing the bare minimum yet refuses to address any problems.While I havent watched the whole show, Gravity falls has displayed a lack of POC in their whole show. While it is a small city, it became interesting that a lot of POC were in prison.

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