#head empty only piper thoughts

[takenbypeter]

Hi! I LOVED your Wonka x reader fic! Could I maybe request something?? Maybe one where she's the last one stuck in the laundry after everyone else gets rescued and he needs to go back for her? I love angst and fluff haha

All good if not! Love you

Trapped In Your Own Thoughts

Willy Wonka x reader

Words: 961

I am loving all the Wonka love I'm seeing, every time I write for a new character I wonder if anyone will actually request for them so seeing people request for Willy Wonka truly makes me heart melt

Abacus, Piper, Larry Chucklesworth, Lottie Bell, Noodle and you stood in a straight line across from Mrs.Scrubbit as she peered from behind the counter. 

What you thought was going to be a tiresome scolding from the woman turned into something unexpected as she laid pounds of money out on the table. She first stated how Mr.Wonka had settled a deal with Mr.Slugworth covering all your bills. And one by one she went down the line addressing every individual until it was just you and Noodle left. 

“It’s funny,” Scrubbit says as she stares at the last pile in front of her before glaring directly at you, “Mr.Slugworth didn’t seem to leave a single sovereign for you. Guess you're not important eh?”

You stilled, unable to believe your own ears as Scrubbit smirked at your disheartened reaction. “…this must be some sort of mistake,” you muttered before getting cut off. 

“—No mistake at all,” she grinned a toothy grin, “in fact your name didn’t come up at all. So don’t just stand there. Back to work with you,” she ushers and stunned you look around trying to wake yourself from this nightmare that you found yourself trapped in. 

“Go.”

With a wave of her hand, you walked past them shutting the door behind you. “Now, for our dearest Noodle…” you heard her voice fade away as you walked to the laundry room in a daze.

You could not believe this was happening. Of course this would happen to you. You shook your head unable to stop the thoughts from swirling as you walked down the hallway past all the now empty rooms, past your own room until you came to the laundry doors. 

Climbing down the steps and looking around at the now lifeless room, it was impossible for you to do anything but dwell on the whole situation. 

You were stuck here. Alone. 

Being here with a group was one thing but alone? That was something you wouldn’t ever wish upon your greatest enemy, (that is if you had one). 

This had to be an error. Why would everyone else be free except for you? It didn’t make any sense. 

Then your mind slipped back to what Mrs.Scrubbit said about Willy making the deal. 

Did he know you were to stay back? No he couldn’t have. Right? Right. You tried to assure yourself before you even had the chance to doubt him any further. That man was too good and too precious for him to accept this deal knowing you’d continue to be held captive like this.

You went back and forth, replaying Mrs.Scrubbit’s words, trying to figure out what could’ve happened. 

Was Mrs.Scrubbit right? Were you just unimportant?

Your mind goes back to those few late evening conversations that you’ve shared with Willy. It was kind of silly for you to think anything from that. It was foolish in general for you to think so much of the young man, especially when you’ve only known him for a short period. But you couldn’t help but feel hurt. 

Was it that easy to forget you and move on?

Maybe all those experiences just meant something to you.

You could only grind your teeth as you dove deeper and deeper into your self deprecating thoughts. It was difficult to pull yourself out when there was nothing else or knowone else to distract you.

Your thoughts silenced as a screaming pile of bedsheets fell down the chute landing with a hard thud.

The fabric shifted and you spotted familiar brown curls pop out followed by Willy’s head. “I can’t wait for that to be over,” you heard him say as he grunted while climbing out from the chute.

“Willy…” you let out, more surprised than anything to see him. 

“Come with me, we’re getting you out of here,” he declared, running up to you without wasting a beat, “we already gathered everyone else, so let’s go.”

He runs back to the chute, waving for you to come over and you do so. Willy prepares an empty cloth bag as well as some laundry so you have a gentler landing and he then pats the empty spot. 

You prop yourself up occupying the chute and with your legs bent you hug them close as he scrambles to tug the bag up over your legs.

Thinking about it now, your wandering beliefs were all so idiotic, but for some reason in that moment, you couldn’t stop them from slipping past your lips.

“I thought you were going to leave me behind,” you chuckled. 

You meant for it to sound as just a childish passing statement but Willy immediately paused his movements, his arms coming to rest on both sides of the chute around your legs. 

“I’d never leave you behind,” he voiced.

It was impossible to stop a tiny shy smile from spreading onto your lips, “yeah, I know but, I don’t know it was just a passing thought.”

“Hey,” he lowered himself to meet you at eye level as you sat, “I would never leave you behind,” he repeated his statement from earlier, his tone soft and delicate yet firm.

It was a simple phrase, but coming from him it meant something to you. 

A new concern popped into your head, “wait, what about the contract?” You questioned, suddenly worried about the consequences that would follow. 

Willy replied with a smile that told you he already had an answer ready, “don’t worry about that, we have a plan.”

You nodded, allowing yourself to trust the boy before he wrapped your head tying a simple knot.

“I’ll see you on the other side,” he said, giving your leg an affectionate pat before sending you on your way out.

#willy wonka x reader #willy wonka fanfiction #willy wonka fanfic #wonka x reader #wonka fanfiction #wonka fanfic #wonka 2023

[crazyyluvr]

heyy I've heard your requests are open! Could you do like a Jason Grace x gf reader where the reader has severe anger issues, but since Jason is rlly calm he is the only one who can handle her, and calm her down? I'm such a sucker for sunshine bf! X grumpy gf! trope haha

pairing: jason grace x gf!ares!reader

summary: in which you're very tempted to murder Hazel's magic (magically annoying) horse, but Jason's there to prevent that from happening.

genre: fluff, grumpy x sunshine (i think)

no particular place in the heroes of the olympus timeline, but they're on Argo II.

wc: 1.2k

warning/s: cursing, jason may be ooc, she/her pronouns, anger issues, jason's nickname for reader is pompeii because volcano n stuff

note: thank you for your request anon <33 i hope this lives up to your expectations. enjoy!

short oneshot under the cut :: not edited

The Argo II became more of a home to the eight demigods during their months of travel. Even though the ship would most probably get destroyed beyond even Leo's repair by the time they finished their quest of destroying Gaea, that didn't stop them from finding comfort within the Celestial bronze walls.

During that morning, most of the demigods were in the dining room, enjoying their breakfast. They were all tired and sluggish, since the night before wasn't kind to them. Usually they would take shifts when it came to guarding the ship, but everyone was awake last night due to the mini army of winged terrors that came across the flying ship, which caused them to set down on the sea near the land.

They all slept for less than four hours, and they all wanted nothing more but to add to those hours of sleep.

"GODDAMN THIS STUPID HORSE!"

Well, most of them slept. It seemed that one of them didn't find sleep as luxurious as the rest did that night.

"How does she have this much energy? It's like, seven in the morning," Percy groaned, almost faceplanting into his blue pancakes if it weren't for Annabeth's quick reflexes to hold her boyfriend's head up.

"I SWEAR TO MY DAD'S ROMAN COUNTERPART I WILL TEAR YOU TO TINY LITTLE PIECES YOU HUNK OF SHIT!"

"She's a daughter of Ares alright," Frank chuckled tiredly, rubbing his eyes. "Only she can be heard this clearly when she's all the way on the other side of the ship."

"What horse is she talking about? I thought the stables were empty," Piper wondered, not bothering to tame her typhoon hair as she sipped her orange juice.

"THAT'S MY SHIRT YOU DUMBASS — ARION THE FUCKING HAY IS RIGHT THERE — STOP CHEWING MY DAMN SHIRT!"

It seemed that Arion decided to pay them a little visit now that they were set on a monster-free dock. That would explain Hazel's absence from the table, and how she reappeared in the doorway. She turned to Jason, who was trying to shovel as much food into his mouth as he could so he can go to the stables.

"She's gonna explode again," Hazel panted, putting a hand on her knee to support herself. "I tried getting her to breathe, like you normally do, Jason, but she's not listening. She might actually go through with killing Arion this time."

Jason swallowed, wiping his mouth as he stood up. "I'll go handle it. You," he pointed to Hazel, "eat."

Leo looked up from his rubber band helicopter to stare at his best friend. "Good luck, buddy. She hasn't bit off your head yet, but that could happen any day now."

Jason chuckled. "Thanks, Leo, but I'll be fine." He left the room.

More cursing and shouts that sounded dangerously close to war cries made Jason quicken his pace as he crossed the deck to go down into the stables, where he could see flickering shadows of a girl and a horse.

"If you bite at my shirt again, I'll shove a grenade down your throat and use your insides as monster bait."

Jason stopped walking, to see if you could actually control yourself this time.

Chomp.

"THAT'S IT, I'M GETTING MY GRENADES —"

You're thundering footsteps grew louder as you approached the doorway to leave the stables. Jason stepped forward just as you were about to exit the room, putting a placating hand on your shoulder. "Woah woah, slow down there Pompeii. No need to resort to violence so quickly, hmm?"

Strands of hay were poking out from your hair — which wasn't as messy as Piper's but it was well on its way there. There were dark circles under your angry eyes, indicating that you didn't sleep a wink that night. Your knuckles were white from how hard you were balling your fists, and heavy breaths escaped your lips. Jason swore that he could see a little bit of smoke coming out of your ears.

"That goddamn horse is gonna die," you seethed, your chest rising and falling from your angry inhales and exhales. "Step out of the way, Grace."

Jason shook his head, a calming smile on his lips as he moved his hands to your hair, picking out the hay before resting on your flaming cheeks, flushed with annoyance. "Breathe with me."

"I gotta give that stupid piece of shit what it deserves —"

"I know, I know, but you gotta breathe with me first, okay?"

"But —"

"Breathe. In..." He took a deep breath in, sending you a pointed look when you didn't follow. His scolding glance made you mutter some colorful words under your breath before following along with him.

"Out..."

You exhaled with him. You could feel your anger boil down, and Jason saw and felt your shoulders let out the tension in it.

"In..." you closed your eyes.

"Out..."

You opened them once you sensed that Jason was done. "How are you feeling?" He asked you.

"Better. Still a little annoyed, but I'm better."

"Remember what we said?"

You glared a little at Jason, before sighing and looking away. "I shouldn't act on my anger unless necessary."

"And was it necessary now?"

"No..."

Jason's smile grew, putting his palm under your chin to make you look at him so he could give you a small peck on your lips. "You look like you haven't slept. How about you rest in your cabin for the day, let the rest of us handle the monsters and the bird crap on the deck?"

You shrugged, acting like you didn't really care, an act that didn't convince Jason, judging from the way you leaned into his touch. "Sure, whatever. As long as someone else makes sure that damned horse is gone by the time I'm awake." You casted a heated glare at Arion behind you. The horse simply snorted, bending down to eat the hay that you were trying to get him to eat instead of your shirt moments before.

Jason nodded, his blonde hair swaying slightly with the movement. "Deal. Let's get some food in your system before you head to bed, okay?"

"Fine."

You let Jason lead you out of the stables and into the dining room, where everyone was.

The silence that followed your arrival was awkward and tense, like they were still waiting for some aftershock of your anger.

They finally breathed when you and Jason squeezed into a chair and Jason gave you food that you ate in silence, a pensive expression on your face as your eyes were focused only on the food in front of you, paying no mind to the stares of your fellow demigods."

"How do you do it?" Leo sighed, launching his helicopter, which flew out of the room. "Even back at camp, not even her siblings could contain her. That takes skill, man."

Your half sister Clarisse, despite being known for her issues with controlling her anger, could hardly restrain you when someone decided to tick you off.

Jason shrugged, staring lovingly at you, his girlfriend, cheeks slightly puffed from the food you were chewing. "I don't know man. I just do it."

But deep down, Jason knew the truth. You would never calm down unless you let yourself be calmed down by someone you completely trusted.

Being able to make you see through your anger was not a skill Jason had, it was simply the one of the perks of being your boyfriend, and the one person you trusted more than yourself.

And Jason would rather jump into Tartarus than let anyone else have the privilege that you entrusted to him.

#jason grace #jason grace x reader #hoo #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #percyverse #leo valdez #hazel levesque #frank zhang #percy jackson #piper mclean #annabeth chase

[my--moon]

heyyy i was wondering if you could a do a request for Leo with a child of Demeter headcanons? You’re free to take creative liberty with it 🫶🏼 thank you :)

❝ Earth and Fire ❞

Pairing; Leo Valdez X Reader (Child of Demeter) Warning; Curse words and slang used by me 😗 A/N; Reader's a lil bit feral. No gender really mentioned idt

Lemme tell you something.

When you first met, he kinda burn your garden to the ground

It was by accident tho!!!! He'd never do it on purpose :((

He just saw you sitting there so refined, playing with a daisy—then he went up in flames

Then the daisy in your palm incinerated in your palm...

He tried to apologize !! You were only slightly annoyed, you could always grow another y'know

He offered to help you out after that, basically saying he's in debt to you

Conveniently, you were *suddenly* put on more quests together :O who'd of thunk? (me lying)

Somehow you'd wriggled your way into the friend group—everyone loved you :D especially leo

then came the flirts! You thought they were only empty flirts—no actually love

Nah, that boy was head over heels, infatuated, and obsessed with you

you could've glanced in his direction and he'd have to try not to faint

Y'know those ships “A is absolutely batshit feral and B is a little too into it” that's you and Leo

Like, when I say feral I mean FERAL

You can use your powers to choke monsters with thick and sharp thorned vines—but you can't open the jar without help from him?

hearts in his eyes 😍😍

LITERALLY SEES NOTHING WRONG WITH YOU

any insecurities you have are non existent to him

wydm you don't like your body? you literally look like Psyche (she was told she was prettier than Aphrodite)

Piper love you, she likes how chill you can be yet how badass you are with those earth powers

Annabeth finds you likeable—your one of her best friends

Percy and Jason think your rlly cool and nice to be around

Nico glares at you, but will says he likes you dw

Will adores you—in a platonic way ofc

Frank finds you cool

Hazel loves you as well—she likes to ask you questions about your life

Now back to Leo!!!

Once you two actually start dating—hes still basically the same

Head over heels, infatuated and obsessed

Blushing, up in flames and swooning

He's hopeless.

He's also very romantic<3

Leo likes to make jewelry for you, like bracelets and earrings

He's so given you a plush of your favourite animal

Hand holding>>>

man GRIPS onto your hand, he's got a strong grip and he's not letting you go

Sometimes to reassure him your not going anywhere; you wrap small vines around his wrist

if you've got lipstick and you kiss him, he will not wipe it off—he's wearing that lipstick mark like a badge

same with hickeys and scratch marks

Cuddles from behind!!!

Lots of cuddles

Man is very touchy— it's just how he is, he needs to touch his friends and family to show his affection

If you don't like touch, he won't push anything onto you dw

often calls you pet names in Spanish

the most common ones are “mi amor” “mi vida” “cariño” “muñeca”

call him any pet name he'll giggle and blush

Piper once caught y'all making out (reference to another fanfic I made)

Best chef 🫶🏼🫶🏼

He's so a trophy husband, like he still works but he'd happily marry someone and be the stay at home parent

He's very sweet<33

He loves kids. For no reason he loves them, he's also rlly good at taking care of them

All his siblings love and adore you

they like to make jokes over when's the wedding

THIS FUCKING MAN IS SO SWEET I SWEAR

he'd do the same thing he did with calypso in the books, and literally go missing if that means finding and saving you

Slutty waist Leo. I've said it once, I'll say it again!!!!!

It's my core headcanon

but no why's it so grabbable

he uses kaomojis over emojis tbh

ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

he prefers them okay?

tho he does uses emojis for shits and giggles

like going 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 or 🔥🔥

Y'know what I mean!!!!!

not really jealous tbh

hes keeps saying opposites attract because he's fire and your earth

He quotes avatar with you, Percy, Jason and him

“Earth, Fire, Air, Water.” — 😭💕

He likes bites

I'm not going to elaborate on that

he buys your favourite candies and lollies

He bought you a balloon once

that shit popped the moment it entered the Demeter cabin but it was pink and heart shaped :((

he's such a good boyfriend

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #Leo Valdez #hoo #jason grace #frank zhang #heroes of olympus #reyna avila ramirez arellano #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez fanfic #leo valdez x oc #leo valdez fanart #leo valdez x reader #Leo pjo #Leo hoo #Valdez #male!reader #male!y/n #male!mc #fem!reader #female!reader

[2nd2ndalto]

I have a headcanon that all the demigod kids routinely end up in each others beds/cabins at night, because nightmares and trauma and whatnot. So I wrote this smol fic.

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There Is Rest and There's You

The first time Nico sees Annabeth leaving the Poseidon cabin at an ungodly early hour (having been dragged from his warm bed by Leo and Jason for an ungodly early errand), he flushes, quickly looking away. Because it's obvious, even to him, that she’d spent the night. But Annabeth merely sleepily raises a hand in greeting and continues on her way back to her own cabin.

Jason, maybe noticing Nico’s discomfort, simply shrugs. “Musical cabins,” he explains. “Happens a lot.”

Leo nods in agreement. “Yep. I had some really wicked nightmares last week, three nights running. I ended up on Jason’s floor. Would have been in the bed, but Piper got there first,” he adds, disgruntled.

Huh, Nico thinks. Musical cabins. That's a little weird.

After that, he pays more attention. It’s not unusual, as it turns out, to find the Apollo cabin overstuffed with various campers early in the morning, rivalling even the occupancy of the Hermes cabin. Sometimes it’s couples tucked in together, but more often it’s friends, siblings. Seeking comfort, and sleep.

It's six months into Nico's stay at Camp when he begins forgetting to lock the door to Cabin Thirteen. He nearly runs Harley through with his sword the first night he finds the younger boy fast asleep in his cabin. But after that, it quickly becomes routine to wake to the quiet comfort of someone else’s soft snoring across the darkened room. Most often it's Will, brushing a warm hand over Nico's forehead before settling into the other bed, but sometimes it's Harley, and several times Leo, complaining that Jason’s bed was already full.

It’s a little weird, but surprisingly nice. Nico begins leaving his door unlocked most of the time.

On a night late in February, the nightmares are worse than usual. Nico wakes in a cold sweat, heart pounding, tears welling behind his eyelids. He does what he usually does - dresses quickly, and walks. There’s something meditative about the rhythm of his boots on the ground and the sharp, cold air on his skin that usually settles him.

But the thing is, it’s really cold. And after only about half an hour he finds himself standing in the central green, torn. He can't feel his toes, but he can’t quite stomach the thought of returning to his own empty cabin, either.

His frozen feet lead him up the stairs to Cabin Seven. And gods, it’s warm inside.

There’s a soft rustle of blankets from Will’s bunk.

“Nico?” Will’s voice is soft and scratchy. “What’s wrong?”

The taller boy is out of bed and across the cabin in a heartbeat, reaching for Nico’s hand. Scanning him, Nico knows, blue eyes wide with worry.

Nico shakes his head. “I’m fine. Just - couldn’t sleep,” he murmurs, and the concern on Will’s face fades to sympathy.

“The bunk above mine is empty,” he says simply.

And that’s that. Nico climbs up, snuggles in. Will’s messy blond bedhead pops over the edge of the bunk, his smile fond. He squeezes Nico’s arm. “Sleep tight.” And then he disappears.

Nico worries it might be awkward, in the daylight. It’s anything but. The Apollo cabin is a riot of sound and motion in the morning. Austin flings a stuffed turtle at Nico's head. Nico's foot is hanging off the edge of the bunk, and Kayla tickles it, cackling when he squeaks.

“Breakfast time, sleepyhead,” she chirps.

“Sleep well?” Will asks as Nico climbs back down.

And the thing is, he really did.

Time passes. The nightmares wax and wane, but they get easier, mostly.

Until one night in July. It’s almost a year to the day since he came to stay at Camp - Nico thinks, later, maybe that’s why the nightmares hit particularly hard. He wakes shaking, gasping for air, convinced he’s fading again, permanently this time. It scares him so much more than it did when it was actually happening. He shoves his hands against the wood of his headboard, hard, positive they’re going to slip right through. They don’t, but he can't shake the panic.

Nico’s up and out the door in the space of a breath, no hesitation as he makes a beeline, barefoot, for Cabin Seven. The air is cool for July, the full moon shining bright above.

He can feel his panic ease the second he closes the door behind him, soothed by a quiet symphony of soft breathing.

But the bunk above Will’s is occupied tonight, and as Nico's eyes adjust, he realizes all the others are, too.

“Nico?” Will’s voice is a whisper. “Nightmare?” He sits up, silhouetted in moonlight.

“Yeah.” Nico steps closer. “Looks like you’re all full in here, though. I’ll see you in the morning.”

He turns to leave, but Will grabs his arm. “I’ll come with you.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll be fine. You go back to sleep.”

Will gazes at him in the dark, fingers still wrapped around Nico’s wrist. “Or you could stay. Here.”

“There’s no room, though.”

“I have room,” Will whispers.

Nico blinks at Will’s bunk, then back at Will, his stomach attempting to leap into his throat. Will’s eyes are wide, nervous.

“I... um -” Nico begins. He can feel his face heating at the thought of it.

“Gods, di Angelo, just stop talking and get into his bed. Literally no one cares,” Kayla grumbles from the next bunk over. There appears to be at least one Demeter kid in her bed. Maybe two.

Will’s fighting a grin now and he shrugs. Nico shrugs back, then… climbs into the bed. Will scoots over to make room, pulling the blankets over them both. And gods it’s warm, and it smells like Will, and when nothing else calms him, that always does.

Nico lets his eyes close. Then -

“Do - do I feel like I’m fading?” he asks in a whisper, echoes of the nightmare flashing behind his closed eyelids.

Will gazes at him. Then he reaches for Nico’s hand.

“No,” Will whispers. Someone clears their throat nearby and Will grimaces, yanking the blankets over their heads.

“Did something happen?” he asks, his breath brushing Nico’s face.

“No, just - nightmare."

Will nods in understanding. “No. You’re good,” he smiles. He goes to pull the blankets back down, then seems to reconsider.

“That’s um… that’s usually why I end up in your cabin. At night.” he admits, quiet. “Sometimes... I just need to make sure that you’re still solid.”

Nico stomach flip-flops. "Oh."

Will shrugs, sheepish. He pulls the blankets back down, settling on his side. "Here," he says, reaching for Nico's hand again. "Then neither of us has to worry." He tangles their fingers together, reaching out to lay his other hand on Nico's arm, tethering him.

Will's soft smile in the dark is dazzling, and his hands are warm, and Nico worries his own answering smile might just light up the entire cabin.

When he wakes hours later to the familiar sounds of chaos, his head tucked against Will's shoulder, Will's face buried in his hair, well. He thinks maybe this musical cabins thing isn't so bad after all.

Notes

This is a short one! I tried to challenge myself to write something coherent in 1000 words or less. I almost managed it.

It is also my personal headcanon that Harley kind of attaches himself to Nico & sees him as a big brother. This comes up in something else I'm working on as well.

I would love to hear your related headcanons! Snuggly demigods! Sleeping in heaps like puppies!

Jason may not come up much in my fics but please rest assured he is Always Alive.

#nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #one-shot #prompt fic #my writing #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #pjo #rated g #fluff #other characters appear briefly #minor valgrace maybe?

[turquoisenintendo64]

New Year’s Day

in which: leo valdez has always been pathetically in love with you, and he finally confesses on a porch at a frat party

fratboy!leo valdez x daughter of athena!reader

warnings: language, use of y/n

requested: yes/no

a/n: english is not my first language, so sorry if there’s any typos!! :)

leo was sitting on the couch, holding a half-empty paper cup in his hand, observing all the people at the party. his friends, people he didn’t even know, and people he had seen two or three times in college and greeted with a head nod. but you weren’t there. or at least he hadn’t seen you yet.

his best friend, jason, flopped onto the couch.

“why are you here alone?” he asked.

“this party sucks,”

“you haven’t seen y/n, huh?”

leo looked at jason. he had lipstick marks on his cheeks and neck.

“someone had a good time,” leo said, pointing to jason’s face.

“shut up.”

leo sighed and looked at the front again. everyone was dancing to the music, happy, joyful. some holding onto someone’s waist, some not. some kissing someone, some not. some probably fucking someone on the rooms upstairs, some not.

“she said she’d be here,”

“maybe she is,” jason reassured, “but you haven’t seen her yet.”

“the house is not that big,” he chuckled.

“piper said she’s here.”

“maybe she left.”

“for the gods’ sakes leo,” jason hid his face in his palms. “go search the girl, you are not doing anything sitting here.”

jason got up and walked towards piper again. leo took a sip out of his cup. he drummed with his fingers in his left thigh.

he was waiting for you. waiting for a text, a call. something. waiting for you to suddenly sit down next to him and tell him (at last) you love him.

you two met at camp. chiron told you to show him around and you got closer after that. you were always together.

leo saw his phone screen lit up. it was a text. from you.

“porch :)”, it read. he smiled and got up.

jason winked at him from the distance, and something told leo jason already knew you were outside.

he opened the door slowly, and saw you facing away. he approached you, quietly.

“so…” you faced him, “good evening.”

“good evening.” he leaned against the fence, like you, by your side. “i thought you wouldn’t come.”

“and miss percy doing karaoke drunk? hell no.” leo laughed. “also, it’s new year’s eve. i wasn’t going to rot in my room the whole night, evidently.”

the chill air of the night brushed through your hair. leo was low-key staring at you, but could he help it?

you fell into a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s presence. you rested your head on leo’s shoulder, feeling his body warmth.

you could hear the before loud music now faint, the only sound that mattered to you being leo’s calm breathing. he could hear his own heartbeat going faster, and prayed to his father you couldn’t feel it.

“i heard you were going out with a boy,” he said. you looked at him. “what was his name… lucas?”

you laughed, “luke. no, no, i’m not going out with him, we’re just friends. maybe just study buddies.”

then something crossed your mind.

“are you going out with someone?”

you mentally prayed to your mother that he wasn’t.

ever since camp, you’ve had a crush on leo. when late at night you helped him with summer homework. when you reassured him after a bad nightmare. when he forced you to help him with his inventions. when your lives were so miserable you didn’t have time to think about feelings. and now, that your lives were remotely normal and you did have time to think about relationships, it would suck to know some other girl was faster than you.

“no”, he said, and you breathed out even though you didn’t know you were holding it, “i’m not dating anyone.”

“would you like to?” you asked, hoping for him to take the hint.

you heard cheering inside the house, clapping and the music got louder. you checked the time in your phone. 0:00, January 1st.

“happy new year leo,” you smiled sweetly at him, his eyes darted from your eyes to your lips.

“happy new year. and i would love to,” he said. “to date someone. well… not someone, you. i want to date y…”

you cut him off by kissing him. he hesitated a few seconds, but then he kissed you back, placing his hands in your waist. you placed yours in his neck, gently touching his curls.

you felt his smile on the kiss. you imagined your first kiss differently, but this was perfect.

now, you didn’t have to save the world. to risk your lives everyday. so you could dedicate entirely to love each other properly.

on the distance, you heard everyone shouting.

“to new beginnings!”

#leo valdez #leo x reader #leo valdez x reader #athena #pjo #heroes of olympus #new year’s day #taylor swift

[supersoakerfullofblood]

Cutting "Looked," "Felt," and Similar Errors

Saw a post looking for "words to use instead of 'looked'" when the real error, more often than not, is using that word to begin with. If the reader's POV is already grounded in a solid viewpoint character (see here for more depth on that), then you don't need a verb liked "looked," since the reader is already looking through their eyes! Any description in the text is implied to be seen by the viewpoint character.

This doesn't mean you can't use "looked"--if you need to refocus the POV, if you need an extra two-syllable word for pacing reasons, etc.--but more often than not, it can be cut, and more often than you probably think, it should be cut.

Below are some examples from my own writing.

Using "looked" to refocus the scene:

But Piper was content in her appearance and what maintained behind it. She knew herself not by theology but the seafoam eyes reflected in the glass. Thin, lime glasses framed these, and her hair whorled above her jaw in nautilus spirals while crooked bangs hung from her forehead. A silver stud in her nose cemented her as an outcast in the Baptist crowd. She knew herself also as a woman; cogs turned in her affections. The machine she grew into endowed her with a boldness unknown until then, a girl rebuilt with fire and sounds, animated. She looked at her mirrored face as the speaker prayed. Could she leave without breaking it, without being seen?

Using "looked" for pacing:

Carmen looked between the man’s eyes, looked for something lucid to hold to and steady himself with, anything to explain what he was saying.

A "looked" that should probably be cut:

She looked at the heads of these girls and caught herself picking at their faults, the poorer structures of their bones, the empty words cluttering their phrases, but she shook her head away from these assaults.

The above isn't offensive but could be remedied to something like:

The heads of these girls crested the seats ahead of her. She caught herself picking at their faults, the poorer structures of their bones, the empty words cluttering their phrases, but she shook her head away from these assaults.

The same logic applies for verbs like "felt," "thought," and likely many more I can't think of right now. If your POV is strong, you don't need to tell the reader how your character thinks, feels, looks, etc., because the reader will be experiencing it directly through the character. This is much stronger than the alternative--filler words create a buffer between the reader and your characters that you want to avoid at all costs!! Examples below:

"Felt" as pacing:

Selby lunged her arm forward, sent the knife at his heart, and felt her own heart spike with terror, rage, and a year stripped of its longing.

Something that should probably be revised:

He felt now that his chest was full of lightning, and he thought only of the step ahead.

And its simple revision:

His chest was full of lightning, and he thought only of the step ahead.

Awareness of filler words and phrases that create a buffer between your characters and reader is crucial to our writing!

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[tellmealovestory]

Vampire

Summary: On a Halloween night in the early nineties you collide with someone who changes the course of your life.

Warnings: A few swear words, making out.

Spooktober Masterlist

The black witches hat that had been sitting precariously on your head tumbled and fell to the sticky carpeted floor of the living room. Grumbling, you reached down to grab it, holding it tight to your chest as your eyes narrowed at the stranger who had knocked into you. 

“That’s okay! I actually hate when people apologize. Like, so much!” you snipped tersely, staring at their retreating back as they stumbled after their friends like they were following the pied piper. 

Silently cursing your roommate for forcing you to this frat party and then promptly ditching you your eyes swept through the living room of the house. Costumed couples made out on the couches and against the walls, a few grinding in the middle of the room as the thumping bass from a popular R&B song blared through the speakers, the bass turned up loud enough to make your body vibrate and the walls of the house to shake. 

Your eyes swept through again looking for a friendly or familiar face to either chat with or maybe bribe to walk you back to your dorm. A stranger stood in the corner, gaze also scanning and you lifted your hand up in a small wave when your eyes connected, but he didn’t return it. You shrugged your shoulders not thinking much of it. Afterall it was dimly lit in the living room and maybe he also wasn’t great around strangers or large crowds. 

You looked away, but there was something about him that made you turn back in his direction. When you did though he had vanished as if he hadn’t been there at all. 

A frown creased your features, but you shook your head of both him and your quickly spiraling thoughts. Heading towards the kitchen the scene that met you was somehow more chaotic than what you saw in the living room. 

In the middle of the room someone was chugging cans of beer so fast that the foamy liquid was spilling from the corners of his mouth making him look as if it was suffering from rabies. After each can was empty he smashed it on his forehead to wild cheers and cries from the small crowd that surrounded him. 

Once again your attention was called to the corner of the room like an invisible force was guiding you to see something only you weren’t sure what it was. Your breath rose up in your throat and got stuck there when you saw it. 

Saw him. 

The same man from the living room and this time he was staring right at you. It should have creeped you out, but it didn’t. His gaze seemed to bore into your soul, but before you could make your way towards him another person stumbled into you, this time dumping their red solo cup of punch down the front of your black cape. 

“Are you kidding me?!” You yelled louder than you intended. This was it. You were done with this stupid party and this stupid holiday and your stupid roommate. Untying your black cape in anger you crumpled it over your arm and began to march out of the kitchen, but your journey was cut short when you overheard bits of a conversation from two women you were semi-familiar with. 

“Yeah, well I heard,” the first one started, Jessica or Jenna you thought her name was. She paused for dramatic effect which was more annoying than it should have been. “That she was found with two bite marks in her neck. Like you know from a vampire or a werewolf or something.” 

The other friend snorted. “Babe,” she said, words slurring, “werewolves don’t leave bite marks.” 

“Whatever! The point is this isn’t the first time that women have disappeared around here or been found in the woods. Michael told me that ever since that guy up in Hawkins disappeared you know the cult leader with all those kids? Well ever since he-”

Goosebumps cropped up on your arms and you stepped away knowing if you continued to eavesdrop on the rest of their conversation you wouldn’t be able to handle walking back to your dorm by yourself this late at night.

Weaving your way through the crowd you stepped onto the front porch, frustration and disappointment coursed through your veins and without looking where you were going or seeing if anyone else was around you began to rant beneath your breath. 

“Stupid party, stupid holiday. Vampires and cult leaders? Get a grip that story doesn’t even make sense it’s just a stupid urban leg- oof!”

Your rant cut off suddenly when you stumbled into something hard and tall. Your eyes were slow to travel upwards, but when they did you noticed it was him. The stranger you had seen in both the living room and the kitchen. 

“I am so…” Again, your words got cut off and you took a step backwards, stumbling on the edge of the last concrete step. His hand reached out to grab your wrist and you hissed at the ice cold touch of his fingers. Jesus, he was colder than death himself. Dropping his hold he stood as still as a statute drinking you in. 

There was something so unusual and striking about him yet you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

Tall with a cascade of kinky curls that rained down past his shoulders, eyes so dark they looked nearly black and pupiless and it’s that part of him that you focused on, but when you blinked they seemed to change color. A deep golden honey that you could get lost in. It must be a trick of the light you thought because people’s eyes don’t change colors like that. His skin was silky smooth and you could just make out hints of dark inked tattoos on his skin.

You focused on his lips next. 

Plump and soft looking you wondered what it would be like to feel those lips against your skin, but as soon as the thought flitted through your mind you shook your head wondering why that had even popped up in the first place. At the corner of his mouth was a red droplet stain that for a second you thought was blood, but it was so ridiculous you convinced yourself the most likely scenario was he was drinking some of that poisonous punch back inside. 

“Sorry,” you said again though you weren’t sure if you were apologizing for stumbling into him or for the rant he surely heard you had been giving or for your blatant staring. “It’s been a long and weird night.” 

His head cocked to the side almost as if he was struggling to comprehend what you were saying. His gaze which had been intense from the moment you laid eyes on him seemed to only grow as he continued to stare at you, first in your eyes and then lower, to your lipstick stained lips down to your visible throat. 

“Not a fan of parties?” His voice was deep, raspy, as if he hadn’t spoken a word in months and was struggling to remember how to use his vocal chords. 

“Ha!” you barked out a laugh noting that he didn’t even so much as crack a smile. His tongue slid across his bottom lip and you tried not to stare at his mouth. “What gave it away? My rant? Or is it the smell of alcohol on half my costume?” You lifted your cape up like at show and tell. 

For a few seconds he remained silent and it gave you a chance to look at him again, really look at him. There was a gnawing sensation in the back of your mind that you knew him from somewhere and so before he could get a word in you spoke again. 

“Do we know each other?” 

“No.” He said it so quickly that it raised your suspicions and your eyebrows.

“You sure? We don’t have a class together? Or a study group?” Most of your study groups were on the smaller side though and you were convinced if that was where you knew him from you’d have remembered him. “Oh! Do you work at the coffee shop or the frozen yogurt place? Because I swear I know you from somewhere!” 

It was going to drive you insane until you got an answer, but he was less than forthcoming. His gaze finally broke from your neck and he met your eyes again. That golden color was so unusual they had to be contacts. 

“I’m not from around here,” he said slowly, almost as if he were unsure of himself. It did little to satisfy your curiosity. In fact it just raised more questions like if he wasn’t from around here what the hell was he doing at a frat party? Peering a little closer you tried to determine his age, but it was difficult to pin down. Maybe a few years older than you? Maybe he had already graduated and had come back to visit old friends? 

You rocked back and forth on the balls of your feet as more questions than answers swirled through your overtired brain. 

A couple walked out, the woman dressed as Madonna and the man dressed as a mad scientist, the screen door banged against the house as the thumping bass drifted out as they began to stumble down the sidewalk, giggling and clutching to one another. The man in front of you barely gave them a second look as you watched them round the corner and disappear from sight. 

Maybe you didn’t want to be alone or maybe that stupid conversation you overheard was creeping you out more than you cared to admit, but not quite ready to leave you asked him another question hoping for more than a one word response while also hoping someone else would stumble out and maybe walk you back home.

“So. What exactly are you supposed to be dressed as?” you asked in what you hoped wasn’t as rude as it sounded to your ears.

Dressed in a flannel button down shirt and a ratty black tee shirt it was hard to tell. He could have been going for that grunge, Nirvana look that became all the rage in the small college town. 

He placed his hands behind his back as a twinkle formed in his eyes and he leaned a little closer. “I’m the town freak.” He waited a beat for your reaction, but you weren’t sure how you were supposed to react so you stared at him blankly trying to determine if he was joking or not. His next set of words sealed it for you. “Relax. It’s a joke.” 

“Oh.” Relief crashed through you and you let out an uneasy laugh. Your gaze darted around before landing back on him. That smirk was still there though the twinkle in his eye had dimmed a little. 

A slight uncomfortable silence settled over you like a warm blanket on a chilly fall night and you rubbed at your arms and wondered where you went from here.

Exhaustion nipped at your bones and with the conversation seemingly having reached its conclusion and no one else coming out you gripped your black cape a little tighter and murmured, “So. Nice talking to you, but I think I’m going to head home.” You barely made it two feet in front of you before his voice rang out chilling you to your core. 

“It’s not safe to walk by yourself.” 

Slowly, you turned around to face him, curious why he would say something like that.

“You know,” he started, a slow grin creeping up on his face that made him look sinister beneath the street lights, “what with all the vampires and missing women around town would hate for you to get hurt.” For just a second his teeth showed and you swore, swore on your life you saw two pointed fangs protruding from the corners of his mouth.

Your shoulders hunched, breath hitched, eyes grew comically wide as your heart slammed against your ribcage and your palms grew sweaty. That was the second time tonight someone had brought up the strange things that had been happening around town lately.

“I’m kidding,” he said after a few minutes, but it took longer for your heart to go back to its usual rhythm. “Swear I don’t mean anything by it. Overheard some girls talking about it is all.”

Oh, okay, you thought as you exhaled slowly, that made sense, he had just overheard the same conversation you had. Putting on a brave face you said, “I don’t believe in vampires.” Your fingers toyed with your cape and you wondered if he could tell how scared you were. 

Again, his head cocked to the side and those intense eyes reeled you in. “Yeah? So you’re not scared to walk by yourself on Halloween night?” He wiggled his fingers in a magician's motion that made your shoulders relax further.

Okay, clearly he could tell you were scared. You glanced around the neighborhood, but aside from the party still raging inside it was dead quiet outside.

If you were honest you were terrified to walk home by yourself even if it was only a few blocks away. “Are you offering to walk with me?” Your voice came out a little breathier and more flirtatious than you had intended and for a few seconds you wondered who you were. 

He shoved his hands into his pockets, another grin spread across his cheeks when he said, “what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t?” 

Not the worst pickup line you had heard. Turning your head to hide your growing smile you turned around again and began walking in the direction of your dorm when he joined in, falling into step beside you. 

Conversation was kept to a minimum and it allowed you to survey your surroundings and note how desolate the area was. During the daytime it was bustling with college kids out and about, parents taking their kids out in strollers, footballs being tossed around in front yards, but at night it was different. 

Empty. 

Too late for trick-or-treaters to still be roaming around there should have at least been teenagers too old for that causing mischief. Teepeeing people’s houses, smashing pumpkins on sidewalks and in the middle of the street. But there was no one. Not even a car had driven past since you had begun walking. And all the houses were left dark, not even a candle in the windowsill or a porch light left on by accident after the trick or treaters had left.

A gentle breeze ruffled through the treetops causing a few burnt orange and candy red apple leaves to fall to the sidewalk and when your flats stepped on them they made a satisfying crunch. 

Reaching the end of the block you moved to turn right, but he had other ideas and began to cross the street, pausing in the middle of the walkway when he saw you weren’t following. 

“We have to go-” you started, but he cut you off.

“This way.”

You stayed rooted to the spot when your eyes glanced up to see which way he was headed.

Towards the cemetery.

It was intimidating during the day, but at night it became otherworldly spooky. Heather gray headstones stood at attention, some of the oldest so weathered you could barely make out a name or year. Thick and tall trees covered the cemetery lot with so much foliage that even during noon on a sunny and bright summer day it was difficult to see more than a few feet in front of you. 

“Come on,” he coaxed, “you're not scared are you?” He taunted you from a few feet away and for whatever reason you wanted to impress him, wanted to prove to him that you weren’t scared even though every inch of your body was screaming at you that going into that cemetery would be a very, very bad idea. 

You sucked in a breath and glanced towards the cemetery and the fog that streamed through the entrance like it was straight out of a low budget horror movie.

“It’s a shortcut,” he sing-songed and you hated how that was the thing that pushed the pendulum towards going in there. “Know how bad you wanna get home.”

You weren’t sure what kind of world he was living in, but no way in hell was crossing through the town’s oldest cemetery considered a shortcut. 

Your steps were slow and measured, but soon you were matched back up with him and it wasn’t until you stood in front of the entrance that it dawned on you how did he know it was a shortcut if he wasn’t from here? But just as soon as the thought flitted through your mind it dissipated when his hand reached down to grasp yours, fingers holding tight, touch still colder than the inside of a deep walk in freezer.

“Promise I won’t let anything happen.” There was something melodic and lyrical about his voice that dulled your worries and apprehensions about walking through a cemetery on Halloween, something that made you trust him despite having only known him for minutes.

The path you were on was well trodden and you wondered how many other foolish college kids had walked through here on a dare or because of stupidity. 

An owl hooted in the distance and you pushed your way closer to him before peering behind you. Only a few feet in you could barely make out what was behind you. The fog was so thick and it was so dark in here, but then his fingers squeezed yours and another sense of calm washed over you and you had a thought that you’d follow this strange yet familiar man anywhere he wanted to lure you.

Your head was still cranked to the left and therefore you didn’t see the tree branch in front of you, only felt it once your feet tripped over it and you landed on your stomach, splayed out like a starfish, cape haphazardly tossed off to the side damp with dew and dead leaves.

“Shit,” you whimpered as you rolled onto your back. Your palms stung something awful and a rip formed in the hem of your black dress, but other than that you weren’t hurt. Just embarrassed. “I think this is how horror movies start?” 

He smirked, didn’t ask how you were, but he did do an exaggerated fall, arms windmilling in the air as he did a dramatic trip over the same branch until he was sprawled out next to you. 

Your laughter rang out in the dense cemetery and for the first time since letting him talk you into this journey you felt at ease, happy even. The night and frat party may have been a bummer, but at least you met a guy who was funny and kind of hot. Even if his looks were a little unsettling. 

“What was that?” you asked, your laughter still rang out, seeming to echo throughout. 

“Looked like you had so much fun I couldn’t resist joining.” He smiled and this time you didn’t notice those sharp glinting fangs you swore you had seen in front of the house. It helped to ease you further, helped to give you a little more confidence than you would normally have, but you also chalked that up to that familiarity with him that was buried deep in your bones. 

“Oh, yeah, tripping in front of you was definitely fun. Love to make a fool of myself!” 

His fingers inched towards yours and you had to bite back a hiss at how cold they still were, but you allowed him to take hold of your hand once again as he rolled onto his side, propping his head up with his palm. 

Up close you got an even better look at him and that gnawing feeling that you knew him wasn’t leaving you alone. 

Your fingers reached up, danced along his cheekbone and down to his jaw, skin still freezing, you were beginning to become accustomed to it. “How do we know each other?” you asked softly, pleadingly. 

He didn’t answer your pleas. Those deep honey colored eyes searched yours as he tilted his head towards you and before you could beg him again to tell you the answer his mouth was on yours.

The kiss was cold. Like what you imagined kissing a corpse would be like. But there was also something pleasurable about it when your lips moved in time with his. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip and you granted him access to deepen the kiss. The hand that had been resting on his jaw slid around to the back of his neck before you tangled your fingers in his hair trying to pull him closer.

You let out a soft moan and he swallowed it down while he shifted his body closer to yours. His thigh parted your legs and like a cat in heat you began to grind against him as the kiss grew more urgent, more sloppy, more full of an animal need.

Had someone told you at the beginning of the day that by nightfall you’d be making out in a cemetery you would have laughed and told them they were full of shit. But here you were.

His teeth sunk into your lower lip, hard enough to make you whimper and to draw a tiny bit of blood. His eyes flashed dark red with blood lust and his tongue made quick work of swiping over the blood and soothing the sting. 

It was a little rougher than you were into, but you got over it when his plump lips began to cross your cheek and worked their way down your neck, easily one of your biggest weak spots. 

His lips didn’t stay in one particular spot for long and you quickly grew tired of his teasing even going so far as to whine pathetically, “no teasing, not fair.” Unable to talk in full sentences, his lips curled up in a smirk against the curve of your neck as you threaded your fingers through his hair, pushing his head closer when his lips connected to that one spot in the middle of your neck that drove you absolutely crazy. 

“Yes,” you sighed as your head tilted to the side to give him more room to work his magic. 

Sucking lightly on your skin you felt his teeth scrape over the forming bruise and part of you wanted to tell him not leave any visible marks, it was too much effort to try and cover them up and you weren’t a fan of turtlenecks, but then something happened that made it difficult for you talk or even comprehend where this was headed. 

His teeth, sharp like a stinging needle pierced your neck making you cry out into the night. It hurt. Sure, you didn’t mind when things got a little rough, but this was something different, something else, something darker and older and more forbidden, something of night rumors whispered between scared villagers and spoken in hushed tones at crime scenes.

You tugged on his hair and tried to pull his mouth off your neck, but you weren’t strong enough and his teeth seemed to just sink lower, deeper as he sucked the blood from your neck. 

“It… it hurts,” you whimpered, eyes flying open, but in the darkness you could hardly see a thing and he didn’t seem to be listening to a word you were saying anyways over the slurping sounds he was making. 

“Shh, shh, sweet angel,  it’ll only hurt for a few more minutes.” His voice rumbled against the curve of your neck and you began to feel weaker, lighter somehow, your heart was beginning to slow down and through the foggy haze of your mind things began to click into place albeit slowly.

The stories of missing women. 

With bites in their neck.

HIs strange colored eyes. 

Those fangs you swore you had seen, but chose not to believe because vampires weren’t fucking real.

Except they were.

And he was one.

Your heart began to beat even slower and somehow you knew you didn’t have much time left. His mouth still worked over your skin, sucking hungrily like he hadn’t eaten in years, but you both knew that wasn’t quite true. 

You only had minutes left. If that. And in that time it dawned on you like the electricity coming back on after the power had gone out.

“E-Eddie… Munson. You’re the one…” you paused and had to lick your lips. It was so hard to think, but it was even harder to talk, it was like trying to speak after having walked through the desert with no water. Your tongue was stuck to the roof of your mouth, dizzy all over. “Who… disappeared. Came… came back.” 

Your halted words finally made him stop drinking from your neck. He lifted his head up, red colored his lips and spilled from the corner of his mouth. It was your blood on him. It should have shocked you, grossed you out more, but you were hovering between life and death and you both knew it. 

“Saw your picture… poster…” It was so hard to keep your eyes open, so hard to keep talking. But you remembered. You remembered. Those posters with the black and white picture of him, big, black, bold letters that said missing at the top in all caps posted on light poles and in the common area at school miles and miles away from where he had disappeared. Yellowed from the elements and frayed at the bottom. Never any answers to what happened to him. 

Until now.

Eddie continued to stare at you, his pale fingers stroked down your jaw much like you had done to him only what? Minutes ago? Had it only been minutes ago when you were vibrant and full of life, thinking you had found someone you could maybe have a future with? 

Now, now you were on the brink of death in a cemetery on Halloween night dying at the hands of a creature who shouldn’t have existed.

How fitting. Maybe you should have listened to those drunk girls discussing the missing women. Now you would be just another statistic. Another college girl gone after a night of partying. Another family with no answers to what happened. 

“Didn’t think anyone around here would have known me,” he said. 

He licked his lips and let out a low moan. You shivered as you heard another owl hoot in the distance. It didn’t matter if you screamed, no one could hear you and you didn’t have the strength for it anyways. 

His head lowered, curls tickling your cheek as he went back to sucking at your neck, hand curled around your hip as he pressed his chest closer to yours, almost as if he couldn’t quite get enough of you.

“D-don’t… please don’t kill me,” you gasped, it was the last thing you got out before everything turned to a silky black. 

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson #my writing

[thaliasthunder]

no thoughts head empty only a hc of piper making the boys dance wannabe by the spice girls w her trying to teach them a choreography but end up making a total mess

#god imagine percy & jason dancing this 💀 #first they'd be kinda timid but after a couple of minutes #they'd be laughing their asses off #and leo well #he'd just wouldmt give a shit and would get into it #all to make piper laugh bc besties #<3 #annabeth would be filming everything #percy jackson #piper mclean #leo valdez #jason grace #hazel lavesque #frank zhang #annabeth chase #pjo #hoo #pjo/hoo #incorrect hoo quotes #incorrect pjo #rick riordan #riordanverse #riordanverse headcanons

[magicaleggplant]

extremely belated montreal worlds impressions, part 2

part 1 (pairs and women recap)

finally finishing this a whole month after worlds... i'm traveling again over the next couple of weeks and i've barely recovered from montreal! anyways, here's the (very rushed) ice dance and men recap.

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ICE DANCE

...is a fake sport, but i enjoy the vibes? i don't know a lot about the technicalities of ice dance despite having watched it for many years, so it mostly comes down to whether i like a team or not. overall i enjoyed the event, the free dance more than the rhythm dance (there are only so many 80s RDs i can take...) there were a lot of enjoyable free dances, even in the early groups! i actually enjoyed them more than the final group, in a way. the podium in ice dance tends to be too predictable.

chock/bates: i've never had much of an opinion on this team. i liked them best when they were doing character pieces like the snake charmer fd, but i also found myself enjoying their rhythm dance at worlds. they skated it very well and it was fun and engaging. the free was a bit of a question mark... i thought they had a lot of interesting positions throughout, especially in the lifts and choreographic elements, but the whole program felt a bit disjointed to me. it was fine, it didn't leave much of an impression. the whole did not feel like more than the sum of the parts... their speed was also not the best.

gilles/poirier: i can't remember much from their rd except that piper's costume was amazing, i loved her holographic leggings. their free was a MOMENT, though. wuthering heights has been one of my favorite free dances all season, and it was so good to see it live in front of a home crowd. they are such good storytellers, and when their choreo hits, it really hits. i love when they do something unusual like this program - it doesn't always work, but in this case, it did. the placement of that curve lift was perfect. i will note, however, that they are also not particularly fast.

guignard/fabbri: nearly swore out loud when her dress caught on her skate right in front of me. that was a nerve-wracking few seconds until the end. their free dance was beautiful and suited them really well, i especially loved the choreo assisted jumps near the beginning. their skating skills are clean and precise. i just wish their rhythm dance didn't have such a godawful music cut. none of their RDs have suited them well in the last few seasons.

fear/gibson: no thoughts, head empty, vibes only. in all seriousness, i enjoyed their rhythm dance, it's fun and it's a great fit for them. i did not enjoy rocky. i would have loved it as an exhibition, but not as a competitive program. i can see how it's a crowd-pleaser, though. they were definitely popular with the audience.

lajoie/lagha: probably one of, if not the most popular team with the audience! they are one of the teams i'm most looking forward to seeing in the coming years. i became a fan when i saw them live at last season's skate canada. they skate big and fast, they have good skating skills and both programs were well-choreographed. their rd is a lot of fun - that's how you incorporate a theme and commit to it! i love how most of the dance moves are choreographed into the step sequences instead of stopping and posing. the fd music is a little one-note and i still prefer last season's white crow fd, but their skating quality makes up for it. i'm so glad they were still able to skate at worlds after marjorie's concussion earlier in the season.

carreira/ponomarenko: loved both of their programs, especially their fd. i never knew they could pull off drama so well. their growth in the last two seasons has been phenomenal. it was hilarious that the audience kept getting faked out by the music in the end and clapping before the program ended. i probably would've had them a place higher in the standings.

other notes:

i came out of worlds with an unexpected appreciation for lopareva/brissaud. i never paid much attention to them before, but their skating skills were impressive. i don't think the audience really "got" their rd, but props to them for choosing to do something different. the fd was a snooze, though.

i also enjoyed demougeot/le mercier's free dance. some really interesting choreo moments.

turkkila/versluis: enjoyed their free dance as well, it's a nice look on them.

lim/quan's fd was another Moment! i am super excited for this team and how far they've come in their first senior season. hannah's acting and expressions are god-tier... they need to work on speed and SS, but their fd was gorgeous and one of my favorites of the event.

felt so bad for the taschlers' fall in the rd. i think they were the fastest team in the whole ice dance event, it's so impressive how powerful their skating is. i have questions about their packaging sometimes but i really like this team, and i hope next season goes better for them.

orihara/pirinen's fd was another favorite of the event. they are both SO expressive and fun. in any other team, yuka would outshine her partner, but juho not only keeps up with her but complements her perfectly!

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MEN

this was the event i was most looking forward to at worlds, and it did not disappoint. as chaotic as i was expecting it to be, i did not anticipate that it would be quite that chaotic. men be menning, as always.

ilia: i wish it were otherwise, but his competitive performances were just not doing it for me. his weaker skating skills were very obvious live when compared to many other top men. i like his sp choreo but i feel like he's put less performance into it with every competition. it was disappointing to see how much he slowed down during the step sequence. (granted, he did have an undisclosed injury at worlds, so that could have been an exacerbating factor.) the free was...historic. i genuinely wish i felt something while watching it, because the audience was losing their shit with every jumping pass lol. and why shouldn't they! like...what the fuck! this is the most incredible jump drill the world has ever seen! who knows when or if he can replicate it again! ...but it's still a jump drill. (side note about how irrationally annoyed the choreo sequence makes me. it's just randomly tacked on the end, the music cut is so abrupt, it has nothing to do with the rest of the program, shae lynn why.) and then i watched him in the gala and he was like a completely different skater. complete 180. the difference was so stark, i could hardly believe it. he can perform! he was giving more in that teenage-angst-ridden exhibition than i've seen in all his competitive programs combined. i can only hope that he brings more of that energy to competition someday, because that's the kind of skating i want to see, that's a skater really connecting with the music and the audience.

yuma: i'm about to heap an embarrassing amount of superlatives on this kid. it was my first time seeing him live, and he was everything i'd hoped for. jumps light as a feather, running edges for days. (you should have heard my ungodly shriek when he landed his 4F in front of me! it looked so easy.) skating skills - sublime, every stroke effortless, excellent speed. but what i'm most impressed with is his artistic improvement this season. he's always been an incredible technician (and i have a lot of thoughts about how ilia is being branded as The Technician and yuma The Artist now, when in fact yuma's technique is just as good, only with lower base value, and his SS are far superior, but i digress) but he has really put in the work to become a better performer and fine-tune everything from his body movements to his interpretation of music. jokes about making me like imagine dragons aside, i think his sp helped him explore music and sharp movements that were out of his comfort zone. loved that step sequence. (the only criticism i have is that he needed more swagger. he needed some more of what adam was serving in his sp, a certain cockiness and suaveness. but yuma has always been a more introverted skater. i think that kind of expression is still difficult for him.) the free was simply glorious. i didn't think i would like yet another rain in your black eyes program, and i was side-eyeing lori nichol for giving yuma this music after she used it for sui/han. but yuma made it his own. there were so many beautiful moments perfectly timed to the music. (ina bauer! spiral! and the step sequence, ahhh) he was so close to being clean, there was an audible groan in the audience when he fell on the 3A, but then they cheered him on until the end, which was heartwarming. what an incredible comeback season from yuma. i'm so excited for his future, i think he has so much potential and many bright moments ahead. now i've written a goddamn novel already, but i haven't even mentioned werther yet. i'll just say that his exhibition is one of the most beautiful programs i've ever seen, competitive or otherwise, and it shows off everything good about yuma's skating. perfect. no notes.

adam: where the fuck do i even start. honestly...if i could only remember one moment from all of montreal worlds, it would be his free skate. it was THE skate of the event. the mounting excitement as he landed all his jumps. the way i said "oh my god" out loud as he set up for the backflip, then landed it in front of me. the audience in complete hysterics. i can't even describe what the arena was like after his free skate. it was. insane. it genuinely felt like there was electricity in the air. the screams were deafening. my heart was pounding. it took me an entire group of skaters to come down from that adrenaline high, lmao. meanwhile, adam sat there in the green room...for hours and hours...and then ended up getting bronze because why the fuck not lmao. it was kind of the perfect conclusion of a chaotic season and a chaotic worlds. yeah, that free skate was THE moment. on another note, i don't actually like his free that much from a choreo standpoint. i think he's one of the most expressive and unique skaters in the field today, and he can pull off a lot of benoit's weirdness, but this free just isn't one of my favorites. it's extremely memorable though, for sure. his sp, on the other hand, was a disaster, but i really appreciated how he kept performing despite the messy jumps. he skated the step sequence like the jump mistakes didn't even happen. that's the sign of a committed performer. i'm very excited to see what else adam has to bring in the future, though i hope he doesn't start throwing in backflips too often - they're only fun when they're infrequent and unexpected.

shoma: shoma has a particular way of moving that is so unique to him. where yuma's skating is springy and light, shoma's skating has weight. it's very difficult to describe, but i mean it in a good way. it's the way everything he does feels so deliberate. he has excellent upper body carriage and his movements really project out into the audience. his sp step sequence was a highlight. he has an innate musicality that is natural to him. truth be told, i haven't liked his programs as much since he moved to stephane, but it was good to see his skating live again. i don't know if shoma will retire soon or keep competing, but if that was his last competition, i'm glad to have seen it, jump issues aside. i first heard of him as a novice skater back when i was first becoming a skating fan. i've been through quite a few generations of skaters' retirements, at this point. still an odd feeling when it might be someone you first saw as a tiny child, though. i also enjoyed his exhibition, it was a different style for him.

i wrote way too much about the top 4, so i'm going to try to keep the rest of this short:

jason: i'm just glad he's still skating. the world needs more of him, for as long as he's willing to give it.

lukas: very fun, i enjoyed him quite a bit.

deniss: finally! a clean short! more of that and fewer quad attempts, please.

kao: ugh. the collective wince in the arena on those falls... i wanted him to skate a clean attack on titan so badly, i love that program for him. he's very talented and INSANELY fast (cannot stress this enough, his speed is mind-blowing) but still lacking in control, and his performance skills need work as well. i hope this worlds was a good learning experience for him.

nikolaj: he's...so tall lmao. amazing lines. good musicality. terrible spins. looking forward to his improvement.

junhwan: the way i put my hands to my face as he fell on the 3A right in front of me... i just hope next season is healthier for him. he's a very, very quality skater and he deserves better.

don't talk to me about boyang

last but not least, shoutout to donovan for those incredible personal best skates! he still needs a lot of work on his SS and speed, but i really hope his jump consistency keeps improving.

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all in all, worlds was just...a tornado of emotions. some bad, most good. it was my first time seeing the world championships live, and i'm really glad i had the experience. for anyone thinking of going to worlds in the future, please be aware that the days are LONG. i skipped all the practices and some earlier groups of the short programs in order to explore the city, and i was still completely wiped out after every day of competition. it took me several weeks to recover, lol. thanks montreal! i definitely won't forget that week.

#worlds 2024 #report #this is an unedited mess but whatever

[starsfic]

The Letter

Summary: Annabeth finds a letter from Percy.

Notes: So, there's this fun fic by @art-in-the-sunlight that I really loved and thought interesting. It didn't help that I've been re-reading the series since the TV show came out and have...thoughts about Annabeth's characterization. I like the version of Annabeth in this fic though and wanted to see what she thought when Percy disappears...again.

-_-

I'm sorry for scaring you.

The words are simple and yet they burn.

I'm sorry for scaring you.

Chiron had sent her to get Percy since he hadn't shown up for breakfast or sword training. He had been worried about him getting sick or hiding an injury- apparently, his last fight with Clarisse was rough. Annabeth had accepted it. They... needed to talk, after all. About Tartartus.

Percy had wanted to start talking about it right away. Annabeth had needed a little more time.

Had she taken too long?

I'm sorry for scaring you.

She had been thinking and thinking and thinking, examining the best she could. She still had nightmares, weeks after they escaped. Most of them involved Percy, nightmares of him dying in her arms, choking on poison.

He had done what was needed for them to survive. Now that Annabeth was calmer, she could admit that. Maybe getting him to promise to never control poison again was a bad idea. She wanted to talk to him.

The moment she saw the empty cabin, her heart squeezed tight, remembering the day he first vanished. She had gone in, praying that Percy was in...the bathroom or closet or whatever.

Instead of Percy she found a letter, sitting on his bed. Short and simple. He was leaving, of his own free will this time, and...

I'm sorry for scaring you.

She... she didn't think he noticed. Annabeth had only ever told Piper, who promised to keep it a secret. She didn't want the gods to hear. She didn't even want to think about what they would do, what they might do to Percy.

I'm sorry for scaring you.

"Hey, Annabeth? You've been a bit," Piper stands in the doorway, looking around. "Where's Percy?"

Annabeth tries to say something. Anything. Something to get people looking for Percy, because he couldn't have gone far, even though she knew that wasn't logical thanks to Blackjack or hippocampi or a dozen other ways. Instead, a noise between a squeak and a howl ripped its way out of her lungs. She felt her knees give out and down went Annabeth.

"Annabeth?!" Piper lunged forward, supporting her. "What's wrong? Where's Percy?" Before she could manage a word, Piper saw the letter, and out it went. She could see the moment that Piper saw the words.

I'm sorry for scaring you.

"O...Okay. He can't have gotten far. I'll go get Chiron!" And Piper left, leaving Annabeth to sit there, staring at the floor, the words flowing through her head, an emotion she never meant for Percy to learn digging its way into her chest.

I'm sorry for scaring you.

#my writing #PJO #Percy Jackson #Annabeth Chase #Piper McLean #fic #fanfic #fanfiction

[lostinbooks14]

Times in the Wilderness

Noodles Acts Cool

Leo waited for Piper to come meet him at the door of the Math classroom. Dylan had stayed behind to wait with him in the empty hallway, which was not comforting at all. An aura of death and blood still count to him, which didn't make sense. If anything, it should be clinging to him. He doubted Dylan, no matter how muscly he was, had the guts to actually kill someone- but then again, neither did he.

"That was quite the performance back there huh, noodles?"

He looked at him in confusion, wondering if he was talking to him. Noodles?

"I've never heard you talking, you know. Are you actually mute though?"

He shook his head, which was probably not solid proof, but thankfully Piper came.

"Hey, Dylan...Nice of you to wait but we're all good now," she waved goodbye and hurriedly walked away, Leo at her heels.

"No offense to Dylan, but I'm not really a huge fan. He feels...off, somehow. You feel it too?"

So he wasn't the only one. He nodded.

"I don't mind when we're in crowded places, but a deserted hallway, eh...not so much."

The afternoon went by quickly. Piper took him around the school, talking about clubs and societies and sports he might want to try out (he definetely would not). She also gave a running commentary on all the teachers and most of the students they saw, so that by the end of the day, he was exhausted and knew too much about guys who ate their own boogers.

Leo had mumbled said a goodbye at his dorm room door, not wanting Piper to see what would most likely be a horrible first meeting.

He pushed open the door to see his four roommates. He knew, ultimately, that he had to get along with them. The others were older than him, and only stayed with him when he was with Piper- these kids though, stayed with him when he slept. He had to make sure he was safe.

He held up a hand and grinned. He could be pretty convincing when need be. "Hey, folks! I'm Leo the newbie, now your other roommate. Pleased to meet you."

A black guy as wide as Leo but about a foot taller spoke up, "you our age? Didn't see you in class."

He gave a carefree laugh, "hah, yeah. I got put in a Year 10 class for some reason, though. Apparently I'm 'advanced'," he chortled. "Dumb shit. I can't even read one sentence with my dyslexia doing my brain in. I swear once I read 'underwater' as 'underwear' in front of the dang principal. No regrets though, he was a major arsehole."

The guy's lips quirked at that. A short, fat guy gave a snort. And the other two were smiling. Game won.

"I'm Julius. You seem like a fun guy, Leo. I get the feeling we'll get along. I'm here cause I bit off my old man's fingers by the way."

"I'm Simon. Drug addict or whatever." That was the short fat guy with the pale skin that seemed to peel off his body. He'd been like that for a while too, he recalled. Maybe not that bad though.

"Minho." A buff East-Asian guy. "Stole a bunch of dogs. Them people thought I was gonna eat them."

"Were you?"

He scoffed.

"Nah, I set all 44 loose in the nearby Target for fun. Them huskies went all out on em pork chops."

"Mike," the blond dude grinned. "Here for anger management issues. At least that's what my dad said when I broke his new car with a hammer."

Violent. Ok. Definetely NOT safe.

"What are you here for?"

Oh shit... but then again, he doubted anyone would believe this bunch of psychos if they evrr decided to tell anyone, so he decided to tell the truth. Some of it, at least.

"Drug addict. Ran away from a bunch of foster homes and an orphanage. Permenantly injured the last dude who decided it was a good idea to let me in their home." He decided not to mention that it was self-defense, since the psycho had tried to tie him back down on that horrible, gruesome, stinking bed he'd been trapped on for three fricking months.

Or that he had murdered people.

Leo found that whenever he put on this act, his mind would put it on too. Everything that had kept him screaming and crying in his bed last night suddenly seemed much more comical and light-hearted. But there was only so much time you could block a volcano.

So Leo had decided to let the lava leave at an average constant rate, instead of suddenly letting it all explode and burn everything to the ground .

With his terrifying fire powers, that was an actual possibility.

"Sick, dude." Liam gave him a finger gun.

He gave back two before plopping down on his bed as the bell rang.

"Lights out in ten?"

"Thirty. Now's bathroom time. The matron comes around to check on us afterwards. After that it's back to gossiping."

"Matron?"

"She'll introduce herself in the morning. Explain where your dirty undies go and all that."

"OK? Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm feeling pretty tired after driving halfway through the country, so I'm gonna crash."

Minho gave a thumbs up. "I'm feeling kinda tired too. Friday and all. I'll crash too."

"Same," Julius agreed. Simon seemed put out but didn't argue.

...

Leo took off the towel he always used to cover mirrors after slipping in to his clothes. It was something he'd picked up at his first orphanage. He didn't need to see his skinny, bruised, and carved body twice a day. He didn't need to see it at all, actually. So the towel worked great.

He was the last to use the bathroom, so the lights went out as soon as he got into bed. The Matron had come around before he went in, a strict, short woman who clearly hated her job, and snapped at them a bit. Then she snapped at him a bit more and promptly dissapeared.

Leo liked the bed, it was comfy but not too comfy. He'd never had a bed at this specific level of comfort before, except when he slept with his mom, so he sank in, feeling his eyes droop. He vaguely recalled that he was going to stay up just in case he had a nightmare (or someome decided to murder him) before he was pulled headfirst into one.

@im-always-lost-in-a-book glad to see you're enjoying it❤. And English isn't my first language so please excuse any weird grammar mistakes😅.

#heroes of olympus #leo valdez #leo hoo #piper mclean #leo valdez angst #times in the wilderness #leo valdez fanfic #hoo fanfic #heroes of olypmus fanfic #original character #next one is the nightmare and i want to go all out #i should probably remember to put tws

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Marvel Preferences how they take care of you while your sick 

***********************Bucky******************************

Bucky has been touch deprived for Years. Mainly your entire life plus give or take 20ish years. The moment he meant you he was hooked, you were losing your Mind on a broken-down toddler Ride outside of the Food mart. you were hitting it with your purse as you screamed a bit and were losing your Mind. you just caught your Fiance (the moment you saw him basically Bonking your Sister in the alleyway. while they were supposed to be in the Car waiting for you to grab snacks for movie night) you cursed and While Everyone was trying to leave you alone and was Slightly scared about the women Losing her mind on a red toddler car. Bucky just Melted and watched in Awe. when Bucky later told you after dating for a few months, the moment he knew he loved you and he mentioned that. you begged him to change to another moment when security didn’t escort you off the property. But it was locked in his mind. Bucky was supposed to be a Hot one-night stand to get over your Frustration with your Sister and Fiancé. But the One night turned into more. and you rarely go to sleep without Bucky’s big arms wrapped around you in a big bear trap. 

 but you were now Sick. Not even a little Sick. you had the Flu your body was on fire as you were laying on the bed sweating out the sickness. and you also felt clammy, sore throat, and a bucket next to the bed in case you couldn’t run to the bathroom fast enough. Bucky was a Prince throughout your entire Flu, Getting you crackers, and the soup you like from the store, forcing you to Drink water and whenever your water was empty he would go up and fill it. ordering you to drink more water to flush out the flu. Something about being Sick. you didn’t care you looked like a Troll that just crawled out of the Depth of Hell. or that you looked hideous you felt too awful to Care. Bucky lay beside you. holding your hand as you watch old tv shows. Bucky being a Super soldier couldn’t get Sick. which you were slightly jealous about as he kissed your lips. you smiled softly, ‘i’m so gross. Don’t,  I don’t want you to get sick.” Bucky grinned, cupping your face, “I can’t get sick, remember?” 

“This is like a Super Flu god I’m having hot and cold flashes, and my head is pounding.” he reached over and kissed your forehead softly, “let’s get you more medicine and you take a nap. I Need my favorite girl better.” you smiled softly hearing that. as you smiled reaching up kissing him. he smiled as you spoke, ‘advantage to you never getting sick I can kiss you whenever I want.” he grinned saying you better. 

***********************Tony******************************

Tony loved you, you were an unexpected surprise in his life, brought in by Piper you were a cheerful soul. so when you went home early one day, tony was shocked to hear about it from Happy who kept an extra eye on you while at work. happy regretfully called Tony telling him that you were Sick. Big red Nose, throbbing head, you were found asleep at your desk. with your blanket, which you kept in your office when you get cold wrapped around you as your head was pressed on the keyboard and there were 30 pages of just ‘gibberish of your head pressing the keys  Now tony will fight anything, beat up any bad guy or alien. but when it came to the common cold. he wasn’t your “hero” he bluntly hates sick people and being sick. so when he came to visit you with soup. he wore the iron man suit. which at first you thought was funny. until he started to come in and relax on your sofa. while still in a suit. 

“you going to undress?” you asked to only have Tony give you a cocky grin. till you realized your knight and shiny armor wasn’t going to be “Tony” he was going to stay in the suit. which you found rude. which resulted in you kicking Tony out until you were better. 

revenge was yours when three days later you learned Tony was sick and repaid his kindness to him and wore the suit that you had for emergencies. he then realized how rude he was. and apologized

. ****************************Loki************************************************

Loki has seen you slice your thumb by accident and gushing blood, needing two stitches and you didn’t quiver or shred a tear. you did curse like an old God. but crying or being “dramatic” wasn’t your style, you left your dramatic flare to him. you however refused to accept when you were sick. other because it was an inconvenience to your life, or you simply tried to Will your body to pretend it wasn’t sick. But Loki had No idea how stubborn you truly were until today. when you were supposed to take Loki to a Gala event. that your Parents were dragging you to. Like a true gentleman, he was there early. dressed perfectly in a nice three-piece suit and was dashing and smelt perfect. then he saw the state you were in. More pail than him, the rosy cheeks you always had were gone, your eyes were puffy, and even your throat was slightly swollen. if your death-like appearance didn’t give away you were sick. the two sweaters you wore were a good sign to him that you weren’t up to stuff. a Jumper and your Lazy around Lounging Sweater that you had wrapped tightly over your body. 

Loki stepped over kissing your lips softly, ‘your sick you should have told me.”

you pushed him back stunned, “I am not sick!” Loki Never fearing anything especially human illnesses cupped your face, ‘you need Rest.” 

“I need you!” you said kissing him. he smiled weakly before cupping your face as you pulled away to cough as he heard the flume, you cleared your throat to kiss him and dodged your kiss, “Let’s get you into a hot bath, and curled up in bed.” 

“I’m not sick!” you snorted at him pushing him softly as he fell down falling onto your sofa as you climbed onto him, “if I was sick would I want you right now?” 

Loki chuckled softly caressing your sides as you softly kissed his neck. as you stopped as he craned his neck to look at you seeing you fell fast asleep.” he grinned weakly caressing your sides, “you know how to show a guy a good time Y/N” He lifted you easily up off the sofa. and carried you to your bedroom where he put you under the blankets and caressed your face as you were fast asleep. 

************Steve***********************

Something about being on a mission with your favorite avenger made your day extra gleeful. it wasn’t until mid-day. your stomach Cramp. turned into a twist. and you had to rush from your post. and bolt to a bathroom. Luckily Nat was there to cover for you. but Steve was Furious you ran off. it wasn’t until he came to find you that he found you leaning against the bathroom stall. your body was completely white and you were sweating. bad.

“your sick.” 

“no im dying.” you whinned, Steve walked over touching your forehead feeling you burning up as he scooped you up into his arms as he spoke, ‘you done good Y/N leave the mission to us. you rest up in the hotel.” 

you grumbled you could walk but Steve didn’t let you. he carried you right to the hotel room and in bed. Nat once seeing you sick. was slightly gleeful. finally after two years of dating. Steve was finally going to see you sick. and Nat. who was your best friend. and ws basically your family. was sickly excited to have Steve see you sick. when you weren’t sick you were cheerful and optimsic and generally happy. but when your sick. your nice switch flicks off. and you dont care if your a bear. your grumpy, snappy and honestly mean. Nat couldn’t wait to see Steve reaction to the Sick you. 

“drink lots of water.” 

“I know, unlike you i can get sick. i know what to do!” you grumbled as Steve looked up at you shocked as he spoke, “okay, just dont forget.” 

“shut up.” Steves’ mouth dropped as you told him to just shut up as you rolled over grumbling. he walked out stunned seeing Nat leaning against the wall chuckling, “yea.. Y/N a bitch when she’s sick..” 

“I CAN HEAR YOU!” 

Steve chuckled softly as he spoke, “whoa!”

Nat nodded her head, “you should see her with a cold.. I almost lost a arm!”

Steve couldn’t help have a large smile on his face hearing you get cranky. The most uplifting happy go lucky girl in the world. It was entertaining for him.

**************Thor*********************

The moment Thor hears you have a slight little illness he’s first thought is to take you to his homeland to get healed by his healers. From cramps to a common cold. Even a headache from not drinking enough water. His solution was taking you to Asgard. Which you always refused.but always lead to you being picked up and sent anyways. Thor hated seeing you in pain or discomfort and he’s healers could fix you easily. So he didn’t see the issue. he was a rince after all! what point of being Royal was there if he couldn’t bend the Rules and fix he’s favorite person in the galaxy? 

**************************Steven Grant**************************************************

Steven was the sweetest when it came to you being sick, he would make sure you had some sort of Drink, making sure you drink enough water. he would always Push water at you in a Kind gesture reminding you that the water will Flush away the sickness. if that true or not you weren’t sure but it was hard to say No to Steven when he was so caring. you would gladly take it. as he would make soap for you and get you the crackers you like. which you never have at the house because you Only eat crackers when you are Really sick and they never last. So he would go to the store to get you crackers, and popsicles for your throat. when he returned he would lay next to you in bed. making sure you had your distance as you both would watch movies. as you fall in and out. falling asleep easily.

***********************marc**********************************************************

you hate being sick, but once Marc came into your life. you secretly loved it. he would drop everything to help you, and call you “Baby” every chance he gets, sure he calls you baby when your well and your out. but the sound of “baby” sounded very different. and you loved hearing the softness of his voice. as he called you “baby” and would volunteer to clean up your river of used tissues. which you would complain that he shouldn’t touch so he doesn’t get sick, which he would Risk it. And you would ask the question if he got sick does that mean Steven also gets sick? how does that work. but he would just chuckle and kiss your head and tell you he would tell you when your better. he never does the thought dissapears the moment your feeling bette Go into the danger zone like that. and listen to someone puke their breakfast (and in your case the day before dinner)  He was a caring boyfriend when you weren’t Sick but he treated you extra nice when you were sick and as Messed up as it was. you secretly enjoyed it. you tired faking it Once to get extra attention after he was away for a little to long. but he figured out and gave you a spanking  ((YT Sheldon giving Amy a spanking lol )) 

#" #marvel #marvel preferences #th #thor #thor imagine #loki #loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson imagine #loki odinson imagine #loki odinson #Loki imagine #Steve Rogers #Steve rogers imagine #Captain america #captain america imagine #tony Stark #Tony stark imagine #iron man #iron man imagine #Bucky barns #bucky barns imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barens imagine #winter solider #winter soliders imagine #Moon knight #moon knight imagine #Steven grant #steven grant imagine

[beastkeeper91]

🔪🩸A Demon in Gravesfield🩸🔪

(WARNING!!!: This AU concept will contain graphic content, violent content, abuse, drug use, alcohol use, addiction, and other angst and mature based material. Viewer discretion is advised! Seriously, this is an R Rated AU concept!!!)

[Plot]

• We all know that Canon!Luz is a Eccentric and geeky person who loves fantasy and adventure, but what if she wasn't exactly the person people thought she was, what if she completely snapped due to all the bullying and abuse she went through when she was younger and became a sadistic and blood thirsty psychopath.

[Inspiration]

• Victor Zsasz from DC Comics.

• Slashers & Serial Killers from different movies, shows, and franchises.

[AU info]

• Everyone is human, including King.

• Takes place in Gravesfield which has a high crime rate due to gang violence, addicts, serial killers, etc. Also Gravesfield is a lot more larger than it's canon counterpart.

• There are a total of four gangs within Gravesfield; The Fallen Angels MC (Bikers), The Alley Cats (Punks), The Aryan Sons (White Supremacists), The Innocentz (Satanists).

• Before Luz, there were other serial killers that terrorized Gravesfield in the past.

• Camila was an abusive parent even before Manny passed away and was very discriminative twords Luz "For not being normal". So due to this Luz was with her dad most of her life.

• Luz was around ten years old when she got adopted and achieved her first kill.

• King has been adopted by Eda and Raine ever since he was a baby. They found him abandoned in a cardboard box within an empty alley.

• Eda has heterochromia, a prosthetic arm, and Epilepsy in which she calls her "Curse". Oh, and also a bit of PTSD.

• Eda owns a pawn shop called "The Owl's Nest" and Raine is a music teacher at Gravesfield High.

• Lilith works for the Gravesfield Police Department as a detective.

• Lilith adopted both Vee and Hunter when they were around five and six years old. She adopted Hunter after a case regarding child abuse and then Vee after busting a Child Abduction & Slavery operation.

• Hooty and Owlbert are Eda's pet Owls.

• Stringbean is Luz's pet garter snake that Eda and Raine got for her 12th Birthday.

• Palisman are ordinary animals.

• Collie *The Collector* is born with vitiligo and has ADHD, he's been friends with King since preschool.

• Masha lives a very poor and dysfunctional life with their abusive mom and dad in a rundown trailer park, and whenever it got out of control they would sneak out of the house and stay with their friends for a bit.

• Alador and Odalia were both abusive parents to the point where they would badly injure and torture their own kids.

• Amity, Emira, and Edric got adopted by Darius Deamonne at a young age after the police found out about the abuse and torment they went through.

• Boscha, along with Skara, Amelia, Kevin (The oracle kid from "Once Upon a Swap"), Cat, Bria, Andrew (Angmar), Gavin, and Piper (The blonde cheerleader) are some of the many bullies at Gravesfield High.

• Bria was dating Boscha before she got killed.

• Belos and Philip Wittebane are not the same person, though he's still evil to where he's the main leader of The Aryan Sons.

•Belos' real name is Bruno Steiner.

• The Six Coven Heads are either your average criminals, gang leaders, or just lowlives.

• Philip Wittebane is not immortal and died back in the 1600s, but he's still the puritan, false christian fanatic though and due to this the statue of the Wittebane Brothers only has Caleb's statue while Philip's is completely defaced and vandalized.

[Luz's Appearance]

• Ragged Hair, Tally Mark Scars covering her body, and a scar on her left eyebrow in which she calls her "First Mark".

[Luz's Weapon]

• A Hunting Knife and a baseball bat, though she prefers to be creative with her kills.

[Luz's Skills & Abilities]

• Knife/Weapon Proficiency.

• Pain Tolerance.

• Hand-to-Hand Combat.

• Extreme intelligence, Agility, and Physical Strength.

• Unpredictability.

• Enhanced Brutality/Barbarity/Savagery.

• Killer Instinct.

• Killing Intent.

• Murder Intuition.

• Torture Intuition.

[Luz's Casual Outfit]

• A Red Beanie, Black Choker Necklace, Purple T-Shirt with a Black & White Striped Sweatshirt underneath, Ripped Blue Jeans, and Black Tennis Shoes.

[Luz's Serial Killer Outfit]

• A Demon Skull Mask, Black Hoodie, Black Sweatpants, Black Combat Boots, and White Elbow-Length Gloves.

[Luz's Serial Killer Name]

• The Gravesfield Ripper.

[Luz's Family]

• Camila Noceda (Birth Mother, Deceased).

• Manny Noceda (Birth Father, Deceased).

• Eda Clawthorne (Adoptive Mother).

• Raine Whispers (Adoptive Parent).

• King Clawthorne (Adoptive Brother).

• Lilith Clawthorne (Adoptive Aunt).

• Vee Clawthorne (Adoptive Cousin).

• Hunter Clawthorne (Adoptive Cousin).

[Luz's Victims]

(1) Camila Noceda; Stabbed in the neck with a kitchen knife.

(2) Principal Hal; Stabbed numerous times in the back, chest, and face.

(3) Ms. Bitters *Unnamed art teacher*; Pushed and crushed into a printing press.

(4) Coach Burton; Strangeled and beaten to death with a baseball bat.

(5) Wilson *The Grounds Keeper*; Ran mover with a riding lawnmower.

(6) Andrew *Angmar*; Decapitated with a shovel and placed on a fence.

(7) Gavin; Hung on a noose from a tree and disemboweled.

(8) Bria; Eyes gouged out, limbs dismembered, and neck snapped.

(9) Piper *Blonde Cheerleader*; Stabbed in the throat and scalped.

(10) Boscha; Burned alive.

(11) Skara; Stabbed in the stomach four times with throat slashed open.

(12) Amelia; Stabbed in the gut, the right side of the chest, and lower jaw.

(13) Kevin *Unnamed oracle student with black hat*; Bled to death after having both hands removed.

(14) Cat; Skinned Alive.

(15) Dante *Unamed Thin Student*; Decapitated with a paper cutter.

(16) Victor *Unnamed Bird Student*; Mouth carved wide open.

(17) Owen *Gus' Partner from Labyrinth Runners* Force fed acid.

(18) Josh *Unnamed Illusionist from Labyrinth Runners*; Bludgeoned to death.

(19) Selena *Archivist with Moon*; Drowned headfirst into a toilet then stabbed in the back of the head.

(20) Gabriel *Archivist with Yellow Star*; Stabbed eleven times in the face and chest.

(21) Roman *Archivist with Orange Planet*; Stomach and throat slashed open.

(22) Scarlet *Archivist with Red Star*; A curling iron in the mouth.

(23) Alador Blight; Electrocuted.

(24) Odalia Blight; Broken jaw, left arm, and legs from bluntforce, along with bruises on the neck caused by strangulation from a rope.

(25) Jacob Hopkins; Poisoned and Taxidermized.

(26) Tibblie Grimm Hammer *Tibbles*; Dismembered by cutting off both the head, arms, and legs from the torso.

(27) Chris *Adegast*; Stabbed through the forehead.

(28) Terra Snapdragon; Chest cut opened with heart removed while still alive.

(29-36) 8 Unamed Alley Cats Members; Disemboweled, impaled, dismembered, mutilated, etc.

(37) Adrian Graye Vernworth; Suffocated with a plastic bag and had his face cut off.

(38) Hettie Cutburn; Dissected and organs removed.

(39-48) 10 Unamed Bikers; Disemboweled, impaled, dismembered, mutilated, etc.

(49) Mason; Shot ten times with a crossbow.

(50) Osran; Stabbed in the back nine times and had his eyes removed.

(51) Vitimir; Tied to a bed and died from a drug cocktail of Heroin, Morphine, Fentanyl, Ketamine, and other narcotics.

(52-62) 11 Unamed Innocentz Members; Disemboweled, impaled, dismembered, mutilated, etc.

(63) Tatum *Tarak*; Decapitated, along with the words "HERETIC" that has been carved into his chest.

(64) Father Donovan *Gravesfield's Priest*; Crucified Upside-down.

(65) Crystal *Masha's Mom*; Stabbed in the right eye with a syringe.

(66) Frank *Masha's Dad*; Stabed three times in the gut and then the throat with a broken liquor bottle.

(67-82) 16 Unnamed Aryan Sons Members; Disemboweled, impaled, dismembered, mutilated, etc.

(83) Kate *Kikimora*; Bludgeoned to death with a baseball bat.

(84) Belos; stabbed in the eye and impaled to the chest with a hunting knife.

[Past Gravesfield Killers]

▪︎ The Wraith

•Real Name: Ted Wheeler.

•Age: 21.

•Status: Incarcerated.

•Born: 1976.

•Arrested: 1997.

•Physical Appearance: A Halloween skull mask, a black sweater, a black hooded trench coat, black gloves, torn jeans, and leather boots.

•Hair: Wavy blonde hair.

•Eye Color: Blue.

•Height: 5'10.

•Built: Thin.

•Weapon of Choice: Bowie Knife.

•M.O.: None Specifically.

•Kill Count: 17.

▪︎The Eclipse Lake Butcher

•Real Name: Edmond Green.

•Age: 33.

•Status: Deceased.

•Cause of Death: Pushed into a woodchipper.

•Born: 1954.

•Died: 1987.

•Physical Appearance: Wears a burlap sack designed as a mask, a red and black plaid shirt, denim jeans, and brown combat boots.

•Hair: Buzzcut.

•Eye Color: Brown.

•Height: 6'8.

•Built: Muscular.

•Weapon of Choice: Axe.

•M.O.: None.

•Kill Count: 27.

▪︎ The Smiling Man

•Real Name: Edgar Yates.

•Age: 44.

•Status: Deceased.

•Cause of Death: Shot in the head.

•Born: 1930.

•Died: 1974.

•Physical Appearance: A smiley face mask, blue shirt, black overalls, black shoes, and brown gloves.

•Eye Color: Green.

•Hair: Long Black Hair.

•Height: 6'7.

•Built: Athletic.

•Weapon of Choice: Switch Blade.

•M.O.: Carves a smile on the victim's face before killing them.

•Kill Count: 24.

▪︎ The Toymaker

•Real Name: Orson Boyd.

•Age: 49.

•Status: Deceased.

•Cause of Death: Shot multiple times in the chest.

•Born: 1940.

•Died: 1989.

•Physical Appearance: A porcelain doll mask, a rainbow-colored shirt, navy jeans, sneakers, an apron, and surgical gloves.

•Hair: Long Red Curly Hair.

•Eye Color: Green.

•Height: 6'4.

•Built: Average.

•Weapon(s): Surgical Tools.

•M.O.: Turns the children he kidnapped into "Toys".

•Kill Count: 10.

▪︎ The Sin Slayer.

•Real Name: Damian Manning.

•Age: 30.

•Status: Incarcerated.

•Born: 1973

•Arrested: 2003.

•Appearance: A black hood with a red cross painted on, a black robe, and black gloves.

•Hair: Wild Black Hair.

•Eye Color: Gray.

•Height: 5'9.

•Built: Average.

•Weapon of Choice: Butchers Knife.

•M.O.: Kills and mutilates his victims based on their sin.

•Kill Count: 7.

▪︎ The Poacher

•Real Name: Mark Ferguson.

•Age: 40.

•Status: Incarcerated.

•Born: 1944.

•Arrested: 1984.

•Physical Appearance: Wears a forest camo cap, a forest camo bandana and balaclava, a grey jacket with a green shirt underneath, ared hunting vest, forest camo pants, two left belt pouches, and a pair of black boots and fingerless gloves.

•Hair: Short brown hair.

•Eye Color: Brown.

•Height: 6'2.

•Built: Average.

•Weapon of Choice: Machete.

•M.O.: Hunts, Butchers, and Eats his victims.

•Kill Count: 19.

[Ships]

• Lumity (Luz x Amity).

• Veesha (Vee x Masha).

• Huntlow (Hunter x Willow).

• Brioche (Bria x Boscha).

• Raeda (Rain x Eda).

#the owl house #luz noceda #amity blight #the owl house au #lumity #slashers #serial killer au #veesha #huntlow #boscha x bria #raida #king clawthorne #the collector #willow park #gus porter #hunter clawthorne #human au #lilith clawthorne #gravesfield #horror #original characters #emperor belos #vee noceda #the owl house masha #eda clawthorne #raine whispers #the owl house lilith #toh hooty

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The Comfort of Agony, Chapter 4

For the first time in his eternal life, Alcor had been  bound. He couldn't leave even if he wanted to... so it was just as well  that he didn't want to leave, right? After all, this was what Mizar  wanted.

He didn't know what she was so angry with him for, but he probably deserved it.

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Snoring. The sun was starting to rise, and he was snoring. Piper had panicked at first when she heard the sound, but as she realised what it was, she sank down onto her bed and rubbed her eyes.

Great to know he was finding this ordeal so relaxing, she thought, and cast a glare towards the door. God, she was tired. All she wanted to do was sleep… but she couldn’t do that even if she tried.

Maybe she could get out of here, though. Get somewhere safe, and figure out what to do without a  murderer in her living room - the thought still sent a shudder down her spine. She crept to the door, took a deep breath, and grabbed the handle.

She started to turn it, but it wouldn’t budge. What was… oh, right. She unlocked it, and slapped her face a few times to get the blood going. Come on, she needed to be awake for this.

With that she turned the handle, and winced as the door creaked open. Immediately Mag let out a booming snore, and she cracked it just wide enough to get a look at him. He was sprawled on the couch, his feet up by the headrest and his head almost touching the floor, his jumpsuit unzipped and coming off his shoulders. Piper made a face at that - she didn’t know how that was comfortable - and then glared at all the things strewn on her coffee table - her things! He’d gathered basically every picture frame in her living room, as well as a few of her books, and her bread loaf, and her toaster, and a whole empty bottle of her wine. One of her plates looked like it had fallen from the armrest to lodge between the cushions, and there were crumbs all over her sofa.

Gee, thanks, Piper thought, but he let loose another snore and she decided to feel pissed off later - when she was somewhere far away and he was in jail. She crept towards the front door, eased the catch up, and-

  Thump!

Piper jumped out of her skin at the sound - shit, did he wake up? No, he didn’t - she put a hand over her hammering heart - but she looked at him, and she realised something had slipped out of his jumpsuit and fallen onto the carpet a little distance from him. It was wrapped in newspaper, and it was weighty by the sound it made when it fell… there was a silvery handle to it that wasn’t wrapped, and she frowned as she saw runes on it, etched into a dizzying pattern, glowing a pure white light that gave her the strangest feeling of deja vu. That wasn’t just white - she’d seen that light before, seen it streaming out of the windows of her family house as she was driven away,  watching through blurry eyes as the silhouette of her father shrank into the night, screaming PIPER-

Piper didn’t know she was falling until she yelped and caught herself on a chair - yelped, and slapped a hand over her mouth. Mag didn’t seem to notice; he grunted and kept on snoring, and her eyes traced down again, down to that handle, that  thing  wrapped in newspaper. A playing card from last night lay beside it - the joker, and maybe she was tired, but she swore it winked at her.

What was happening? What the hell was that thing?

Her heart was in her throat, her hands were shaking. She struggled to her feet, and cast a glance at the front door again -  get out,  a part of her was saying. Just get out, move! She didn’t need to know what it was, it was Mag’s, and it was dangerous! Just  go already!

But she couldn’t go. Her eyes were fixed on that glow from the handle, and when she took a step, it wasn’t towards the front door. Mag’s words were echoing in her head:  he just needed time to do a few more things, that photo was only one of two things he’d managed to take with him tonight, if He says they had to die-

What had happened to him? What had happened to the man her Dad still spoke so fondly of? What had happened to her family?  It was like he was a different person…  a chill ran down Piper’s spine, and slowly, she reached out, and grasped the handle.

It was cold to the touch. Cold, and somehow, lonely? Piper stiffened as a wave of despair seemed to wash over her; it was like she was seeing the world with ancient eyes. For a moment everything seemed slower, greyer - she dropped the handle, and the shadow lifted. Piper’s heart caught in her throat, and she tried grabbing it by the newspaper. It made a crinkling sound, but it didn’t give her that same awful feeling.

She got to her feet, but that crinkling - she looked at Mag, and then made her way back into her bedroom and locked the door. She had to know what this thing was. She just had to.

She laid it on her bed, and the white glow of the handle cast shadows onto the folds in her her sheets. She wrapped a blanket around it before gripping it, then took a deep breath, and tugged the wrapping off.

It was… it was a mirror. Her own wide eyes stared back at her in the spotless reflection, and followed as she looked at the fancy ornamentation surrounding it. It looked expensive, and when she turned it over she could see the rune lines coalesce into a fractal pattern that made her head hurt - but what it meant, what they were for, it was a mystery.

Piper frowned, and an idea struck her. She loosened the blanket around the handle, and then gripped it with her bare hand. Once again it felt like a shadow passing over her, a deep pit opening up in her stomach… but after a moment, she felt something else. Something strange.

She felt almost like she was being watched.

Piper gulped, and looked around, checked behind her. She could still hear Mag snoring, and that reassured her a little bit.

Then she looked back, and there was a glowing golden eye staring back at her from the mirror. She let out a muffled shriek, dropped the mirror, and scrambled back. What the hell?

Then the mirror made a noise - almost a sigh. She held her breath as it began to speak.

“Well, hello to you too,” it said, facedown on the floor. “If you didn’t want to talk to me, why’d you summon me?”

Piper stayed frozen, her back against the wall, her wide eyes trained on the mirror.

“Hello? Human? Are you still there? Helloooo!”

It was loud; Piper cast a terrified glance at the door, and then rushed to pick it up. She could see a strange figure in the reflection now, a creature with tipped ears, wings, a suitjacket - and sweatpants. It flashed her a toothy grin.

“There you are! Yeah, I was right, you didn’t feel like Mizar!” He stuck his hands in his sweatpants. “Who are you, human?”

“I-“ Piper felt her heart leap into her throat. “I know you. You’re Alcor.”

“Yeah, that’s me, but seriously, who are you?” He rubbed his head. “Ugh, I miss omniscience. So weird to have to ask.”

She gripped the mirror. “It’s you. It’s always been you. I can’t believe it.”

“Huh?”

“You’re the one who’s been making Mag do these things. Aren’t you?” She clenched her teeth. “Aren’t you! Why can’t you just leave our family alone!”

“Leave- what?” He shot her a confused look. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about Mag. My dad.” She watched him blink. “I remember the night he, he trapped you in this thing. He’s had you with him all this time, hasn’t he? And you’ve done something to him!”

“Mag? Is that her name?” He looked away; his expression crumpled. “She’s really had me all this time? She never talked to me, not once.”

Piper frowned. “You did something to him. Didn’t you?”

“That’s what she said. I know I hurt her; I know she hates me.” He seemed to sink back into the void. “And I deserve it. I deserve this. Leave me, human; at least in here, I can’t hurt her anymore.”

“But-” she watched him fade away, and tapped the reflection. “But - wait, her? What are you talking about? What about my dad!”

Only silence answered her, and eventually, Piper gave up and sat back on her bed, staring at the mirror. Alcor was in here - the real Alcor, bound away where he could do no harm… but he was doing harm, wasn’t he! It all made so much sense as soon as she saw him; Mag had to have made a mistake somehow, had to have gotten possessed by this demon - it was using him!

A part of her knew she was making a mistake, too… but it didn’t matter. If she was right, she’d have to prove it somehow. And she’d have to make sure Mag never got his hands on this mirror again.

The silence stretched on, and Piper frowned at a strange feeling raising the hairs on the back of her neck. It had been growing for a while, but she couldn’t pinpoint why. Of course she was afraid, but… why did she feel so  in danger?

She rose to her feet, her heart thumping in her chest - and then she realised.

The silence. The utter silence.

  Mag wasn’t snoring anymore.

Piper’s eyes opened wide, and at that moment there was a crash against her door. It was a violent impact; the whole door bowed inwards, and the paint split in several places. The whole wall seemed to shudder, and she gasped.

“Mag?” She backed up. “Is that you? Wh-what are you doing?”

No response. There was silence for a moment, and then another slam. The door snapped right off its hinges and fell in pieces to the ground; Piper gasped at a dark figure standing in the entryway. It was Mag, towering over her, a kitchen knife clenched in his hands. The point gleamed at her, and she backed up until the back of her knees hit her bedframe.

“Don’t- what are you- no! No!” He advanced, and she jumped on her bed and backed into a corner. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to take it! Don’t- you said you wouldn’t hurt me! Mag!  Dad!”

He wasn’t looking at her; his face pointed to the floor, his eyes out of view. He stood for a moment at the foot of her bed, then stepped onto it, his muddy boots making the mattress groan and sink towards him. Piper squeezed herself into the corner, staring up at him as he advanced; there was nowhere to go, and her eyes kept being drawn back to that knife, shining white in the morning sun. She held the mirror out like a shield.

“Just, just take it! Please, take it, just don’t…” She was too terrified to even finish the thought. “Please don’t… please! Please! Please!”

Mag was utterly still - and then he wasn’t. He struck out like a snake, knife flashing in his hand as it went for her heart-

And then there was a clang, and the whole wall shuddered behind Piper.

She looked, and she saw Mag’s wrist embedded in the drywall… and she saw the mirror in her hand that had deflected it. The wards on the handle had gone a deep red, and Piper could feel a strange pins and needles sensation going up her arm.

She saw Mag take a step back, and she wanted to bolt, but her legs wouldn’t obey. Her fists clenched by themselves, and she could feel a black anger sweeping over her like a tsunami, almost washing her away. She struggled to hang on; she wanted to cry out, and her mouth opened… but she spoke something very different.

“Ý̶̠͚͈͐́ǫ̴̦͐u̵͎̜̥͍͊̀̄̉,” she growled, and the word felt like sandpaper in her throat. “Ẏ̶͇o̵̲͂ű̷̱ ̷͈́d̵̲̍a̷̢̾ŕ̸͚ḛ̷͝ ̵̳͌ṫ̶͕ơ̴͜ ̴͚̈t̴̡̀ä̶́ͅk̷̠̍ë̶͔ ̷̖̎w̴̦̎h̸̪̿a̴̬͆t̴̢̆ ̸̱̀b̶̨͋ẽ̸͙l̷̤̋õ̸̱n̴͓͐g̴̱͆s̶̙̾ ̷̡̽t̴̥̾o ̶͖̃m̵͓̕e̸̙͂? YO̸̰̓U̵̦̾ ̸̰̀H̴̦͗À̷͈V̸͈̈́E̷̜͒ ̵͙͗Ḁ̴͑ ̵̜̎D̶̰̈́Ẻ̷ͅÂ̸̳T̴̗͂H̵̤̓Ẅ̷̰́I̶͕͌Ṣ̸̾Ḧ̴̳!”

Piper felt herself lunge at Mag. They toppled off the bed, and Mag slammed his head against the floor. That didn’t slow him down at all; he slashed at her, she caught his arm, dug her nails into his skin - and then she recoiled, hissing.

Burning pain. Her whole palm had gone red, and when Mag sat up, she could finally get a glimpse of his eyes. They were a pure, furious light; Piper felt herself snarl, and jump back as he jabbed at her again. He advanced, the morning light streaming over his shoulders, and she backed herself into her walk-in closet.

It was dark in here, but Piper could feel herself looking around like she could see. One of her baseball caps sat on a shelf; she felt her lips split into a wry smile as she put it on, and then Mag appeared in the doorway. She was totally trapped - trapped in this closet, trapped in her body. She didn’t even have the power to look away.

Mag advanced slowly, his glowing eyes pinned to her. Whatever was under Piper’s skin kept that sly grin on her face; her fingers twitched a little, almost like she was motioning him forwards. He struck without warning; quick as a flash Piper yanked a row of shirts out between them; the knife stuck itself in them, and with her other hand she bashed his elbow with the edge of the mirror. He let go, and she shoved him to the ground and dove on top of him.

Her hands, they were grabbing at his chest like they were trying to reach into it.

“Come on…” Her nails dug into him hard enough to draw blood. “A̷g̵h̵, why can’t I…?”

Mag grabbed her wrist in a crushing grip; she snarled at a burning pain radiating up her arm. She tried hitting him with the mirror but he didn’t let go; he made a grab for her neck, and she scrambled to the side and sank her teeth into his forearm.

Hot blood spilled into Piper’s mouth, the scent of burning flesh filled her nose, and she wanted to scream. Mag gave the slightest grunt; his grip loosened, and she twisted out of it and scrambled out of the closet. He was up in a flash, coming at her with those burning eyes, and she slammed the door on him.

She braced herself against the door just in time for Mag to crash into it, sending a wave of pain into her shoulder. Yet as she stood there, she found herself sagging down; the presence was drawing back, and there was a voice in her ear.

“S̶t̵u̴p̶i̸d̸ m̶i̷r̷r̴o̶r̶,”  Alcor was hissing as she sank to her knees. “I can’t b̷e̵l̸i̸e̷v̸e I’m losing to this small fry! If I had just a fraction of my power…”

Mag slammed into the door, but Piper barely had the wherewithal to care. Her father's blood was running down her throat; she gagged, leaned over, and retched onto the floor.

“We gotta get out of here - hey, human, you got a car, right?” There was another bang. “Okay, uh, no pressure, but this is not a good time to freak out. Human?”

Another bang, and the door came down on top of her; Piper felt another surge go through her, and she rolled out of the way.

“Sorry to do this again,” Alcor spoke through her lips. “But we really gotta move.”

Mag emerged from the closet, knife gripped in his hands, and Piper felt herself bolt towards her window. It was above her desk; she leapt on top of it, shaking her monitor to the floor, and with the mirror she smashed a hole in the window. Jagged edges lined the corners, glinting in the morning sun, and she cast one glance back at Mag.

He was running at her, so she tensed, and jumped through. It felt like something tugged at her leg, and she landed on her side in a bed of glass shards. She jumped up and saw Mag staring down her through the hole; it was much too small for him, but he put a bare palm on the broken glass, and started to squeeze his way through.

With a wince, Piper felt herself turn and start bolting down the stairs. She was digging in her pockets for something - she felt her car keys, pulled them out, and started jabbing the unlock button. Her car flashed from the parking lot, and she sprinted towards it.

Every step sent stinging pain up from her leg, and she was stumbling a little by the time she got to the door. She wrenched it open, stuck her key in the ignition, and kept a vice grip on the mirror as she slammed the reverse; there was a jolt as she hit another car.

“Oops,” he said, in her voice. “Right, I haven’t driven in like a thousand years. You okay to do this part?”

Piper vaguely registered that was directed at her, but she was too busy panicking to even think to respond. Her hand shifted into drive.

“Guess not. Alright, hold on tight.”

Her foot stomped the accelerator, and Piper felt herself get pushed back into her seat as they skidded out of the parking lot. She caught sight of something in the rear view mirror - a bright-eyed figure standing still in the middle of the road, watching them go.

She wanted to shake her head, to scream, to cover her eyes… but she couldn’t do anything. She should have left when she had the chance, but it was too late now. Far too late.

She’d set something huge into motion, and wherever it took her now, she was along for the ride.

#transcendence au #toothwrites #alcor the dreambender #mizar

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A bit from Chapter 18, still working on fleshing this chapter out, but have some action at Eden's Convent (warnings for violence, blood, knives, and the other horrific things Kit is capable of)

The Peggies hadn’t seen her, busy with their daily routine, their chores, their prayers, filling their time with tasks in praise of the Father. She thought she might have felt a twinge of sympathy for them, in a lot of ways it reminded her of her time in the army. Having their duties, keeping things clean and orderly, saying their prayers, and pledging their allegiance to what they believed gave their life meaning. But she still had her own duty, her own honor. Even if Earl wasn’t the piper playing his tune for her any longer, her loyalty still stayed with those who stood up against the cult.

The priestess stood at the water’s edge, her hands held above her head, as she sang the praises of the Father and of Faith. The sun crested over the hill, a golden light bathing her in a halo, as if her prayers really were reaching the ears of something holy. Pale blue eyes stared out from behind a stack of crates, fingers cradling the handle of the gun in her holster, only to slide instead to the grip of her knife. She didn’t need to create an uproar. She didn’t want quick and dirty bullet spray. She wanted something much more subdued.

Kit stalked up behind her quietly, the knife slipping from the holster with a whisper of metal on leather. The light reflected off her blade’s edge, glistening and sparkling, not quite so unlike when Faith would appear. But this was different. It had a darker sort of beauty to it. Not soft and pretty, but cold and brutal. A painter’s brush desperate for its palette coated in all the shades of red. 

With a howl of wind, Kit’s hand slashed past the priestess’ throat, knife dragging through the flesh. In a second, her body fell forward and splashed into the aquamarine water. As the ripples grew wider, water turned cloudy as the bliss and the blood mixed into a stew the color of rust. 

The Peggie soldier who’d been at the priestess’ side dropped the barrel, hollow plastic bounced on cement, and the empty sound echoed in the stillness as he stared at the sinner before him. He couldn’t have been any more than twenty, with a sparse beard and mustache, his greasy blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. His mouth fell agape, and his legs started to shake. He had a gun on his belt, but he was frozen in fear, unable to even reach for it. 

Their eyes met, sun reflecting off the dark water, catching on the dark purple and blue of her under eyes, casting a shadow over her already sunken cheeks. She was the pale rider that Joseph had claimed she was in his church, she was death, she was Hell, she was every terrible name he tried to label her with. There was no denying it any longer. 

He stared at her with glassy eyes, his lip quivering. He already knew he was on his way to meet his maker. He’d never get to see Eden. 

She wrapped her arm over his shoulder and gripped him tight against her, thrusting her knife up into his chest, right under the diaphragm. Her lips pressed to his ear, and in the peace that surrounded them, she whispered a prayer to him to make his passing easier.

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How to get a girlfriend #1

001

"A SITE THAT HELPS"

romi

"what're you thinking about, chris?" alahna, one of his friends, suddenly asks when she stops eating her food. she looks at him with a questionable look on her face, wanting to know what's going on in this guy's head.

now that she mentions it, romi wondering what's going on too. she's looking at her friend as well.

chris has been awfully quiet the past few days. and knowing chris, this was unimaginable. he usually talks with his friends and tells them random shit and has them laughing.

the guy looks up from his food, frowns a bit, then shrugs. "nothing much."

"i bet it's that girl he likes," nick chimes in, chewing on his rice and smiling at his brother, "he keeps on staring at her."

"probably." Matt agrees. the only difference between him and nick was that he's smirking because he knows what he's doing and who he's doing it in front of.

romi watches as chris' eyes widen, and he shakes his head repeatedly. a small blush forms on his cheeks, making the girl frown. 

who would've thought that chris would like someone?

"what?!" alahna shouts, widening her eyes and looking at her friend in disbelief. "why didn't you tell me you were crushing on someone? that's exactly something that you tell your friends, chris!"

the boy scoffs at her words and takes another bite of his food. after that, he looks at his female friend.

"this is exactly why I didn't tell anyone, alahna."

"fair point," she whispers, continuing to eat her lunch. everyone stays quiet after that, not wanting to bother him anymore. they know he doesn't like this stuff, but maybe that has to change. that's what nick and alahna think, anyway. alahna has to know who he likes and nick wants to do something about it. they make a good team.

"hey, I need to go. i have to meet up with piper. see you guys later!" romi says as she stands up from her place at the table, taking her tray of disgusting cafeteria food with her. she waves at her friends as she leaves the table. most wave back, chris being the only exception.

as she's out of sight, nick turns to chris, "i'm sorry for bringing that up. i realised seconds after i said it, that she was sitting right next to you."

alahna her eyes widen, and she also turns her body towards her friend. "it's romi!" she whisper-yells, placing her hand in front of her mouth. "no way!" she says, eyes sparkling. "chris, that's amazing! you should ask her out!"

"no way," the guy mumbles, placing his empty bowl down. "there is no way she will ever like me, and that's why i want to keep it quiet. i don't even have the time for this, so what's the point anyway?" he continues, looking at his brown-haired friend. "please keep this quiet. i don't want things to get awkward between us. we're friends and it's okay that way."

alahna sighs and nods then leans back in her chair. "fine," she mumbles, clearly not being okay with it. it's their friend, it wouldn't be that hard for romi to like chris, right?

nick chuckles softly, shaking his head to himself. "chris, i'm sure there is a way that she'll like you back," he says, taking a sip from his drink.

the male looks up and frowns, "and what's that?" he asks his brother, clearly not getting what he's hinting at. if he's even hinting at something, but noticing the look on his face, he probably is.

what is nick planning to do then? kidnap the girl and make her like him by forcing her? there is literally no way for her to like him, she's been telling him many times before that they're best friends and that she's glad they are.

"well," matt starts, then looking around the table towards nick, "we could use a site that helps people get the girl they like! i'm sure there are some easy steps for you to follow so that she starts to like you!"

alahna her face lits up, and she jumps up from her chair. "yes! matt, that is exactly something that can help chris! oh my god, chris, please... can we do that?! i want you two to get together! that would be so cute! please?" she shouts to her friends. stupidly, nick agrees that it's a good action to take given that none of them have any relationship experiences.

chris feels his cheeks heat up because of the way alahna is acting. he looks away from his friends and shrugs, looking in the direction where he last saw her. he does like her a lot, and he keeps seeing her face shortly in his mind.

he then turns to his female friend again. maybe it will help. maybe there is a way for romi to like chris.

"whatever, as long as she doesn't know what we're doing, i'm fine with it. it's better than getting tips from you guys anyways."

"oh yeah! operation 'get chris out of the friend zone' starts now!"

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