[fic] Rewrite the Stars (22/?)
Link: AO3
Pairing: Jason Grace/Nico di Angelo
Fandom: Percy Jackson & the Olympians
Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort. Maybe some action.
Summary: The month before Praetor Grace disappeared from Camp Jupiter was the happiest month of Nico’s life.
Preview:
Nico looks for Jason for days. Weeks.
Months.
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Prompt 198
Now Bruce was not expecting to reincarnate upon his death. At least he thinks he died, he’s pretty sure he did. There wasn’t any other reason for him to be a well, literal baby. Around two he thinks, which fits well with the fact that it’s around that time that babies start forming memory recall, if he, well, remembered correctly.
But while he knew about reincarnation thanks to Shayera and Carter, he’d never exactly given it much thought towards himself. Because seriously, what were the chances of such a thing as him being given another chance?
So he was quite surprised at his situation, experimentally opening and closing pudgy hands that looked well, just a tiny bit off. He’d never been that pale before, he thinks, even back when he never went outside like, ever.
He turned his gaze towards the mobile above him with a sort of idle curiosity- a mixture of bats (ha) and other trinkets he wasn’t familiar with. It also caused him to get his first good look at his parent, asleep on a rocking chair right next to the crib.
Huh. They had the same pale skin he did, albeit in the light it looked like it was slightly tinted blue, and while their hair was white they didn’t exactly look old. They looked surprisingly well rested for raising a toddler too, unless they had a nanny or something similar… He rolled over, managing to very shakily push himself to his feet with the help of the crib.
Why was standing so hard as a toddler? And why did he have his memories of everything except how he had died anyway?
His head whipped up from where they were staring at his feet when he heard a snort, finding his parent awake and standing. Somehow silently enough that he hadn’t noticed- or he was that easily distracted by the unfamiliar giddiness bursting in his chest.
“Morning little bat,” his parent easily picked him up and held him while he inwardly sighed at the nickname. Of course his bat motif would follow him into this life. A low rumbling almost caused him to jump, his body relaxing before he could fully register the sound. The… purring?
Oh.
He wasn’t human this time around.
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remember how when saiki was crushing on satou and wanted to talk to him, instead of yk.. actually talking to him, he found out all of his interests and displayed his own interest in those things in front of him to try to get him to notice him??
yeah, now imagine him doing that when he has a crush on anyone else..
hes such a silly and awkward teenage boy i love it, like buddy you CAN just talk to your crush, you dont have to try to get him to "notice you.." but hes too silly and awkward so thats like the most he would ever do and would still probably think that that counts as flirting
im just... wondering about how saikis terrible silly flirting tactics would translate if his crush was on one of his FRIENDS.. like someone he could actually be around and would see and talk to him.. would he just like be trying to impress them ?? moving toward them more ?? adopting more of their mannerisms and interests maybe ??
imagine that like EVERYONE in the group would notice it, but it wouldn't be like "omg saiki is flirting" it would be more like "omg why is saiki being extra awkward and talking more" because hes so painfully unclear about his intentions but hes usually so quiet and unassuming that this would be such a stark contrast to his usual behavior...
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Afterwards Chay wakes up in his apartment with a massive headache .But it's the tense bliss deep , deep in his bones , which he brings to the forefront by taking an advil.
He tries to remember what had happened last night , but only gets till his brief excuses to the interested seniors who were eyeing openly, so he could get more of the free cocktails and jump around with his friends .
The stains on the sheets and the satisfied hum of his lower muscles give evidence to his lost virginity. It was a guy. He fucked sone guy he met at a party and had no idea who it was. What if it was his classmate? Or worse yet ......
What in hell would he do if it was a senior???
Problems for another day , he was already late to his morning lecture. Pulling out the sheets that were stained red at some places , he wondered if he should get new ones in the meantime.
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Fresher's day and beach activities brought out more of Chay's talents. P'Roni was eyeing him up and down when he picked dare again and again - danced , carried one of his buddies bridal style , did handstand for 2 minutes and acted out as the possessive lead of a new drama.
Chay still didn't know . Was it P'Roni who spent the night with him? Did he remember it and was that why he felt his eyes on him all the time?
All of these thoughts came to a standstill when Kim walked into the glow of the campfire light.
As midnight approached and drinks flowed freely , music swelled and tensions mounted , Chay could feel , inspite of the haziness of the alcohol coursing through his body , how Kim was watching him.
Did he expect him to run and hide? To fade away to some corner or cry pathetically to cope? Fuck that. Kim wasn't going to drive him away from his own fresher's party. He would be treated as just any other senior . Nothing less , definitely nothing more.
Chay kept singing out loud with his friends , laughing and having fun , as one should , leaving Kim withdrawn and hunched by the fire , staring longingly , the bitemarks from days before tingling , making him shiver even in the warm breeze. The famous P'Wik had appearances to keep , helped only by the fragile smile plastered on his face , while his mind looped around thoughts of how a particular pair of eyes had looked at him that night . How those fingers strumming the guitar now , had made him moan uncontrollably when they pinched , rolled and rubbed out rolls of pleasure off of his chest , how those legs were working overtime to press and grind onto the place deep within him where he needed it the most. Or how those full lips and pearly teeth had painted his entire thighs purple and blue , that he had to pick full trousers instead of his favoured beach shorts.
Why did Chay seem so unaffected? Didn't he remember?
Was it only him who was reminded of it everytime he moved , every time he looked at himself in the mirror , or had to button up his shirt fully to the neck ???
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finished outlining arc one for the eugavus family fic
somehow lavatune made his way into it but i kinda like the weird hc that came of it
so today i introduce: back in the day Eugene & Lavatune used to be on a sort of weird alliance because Eugene liked Lavatune’s music and the fun it brought, but later on Lavatune would respect Eugene’s passion to rebel against the norms for something he believed in, which is a message rock n’ roll stands for. So there’s a kind of mutual respect where, though they aren’t too close of friends, they wouldn’t wanna see something bad happen to the other guy.
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“Sh!t,” Ice sighed, staring at the phone screen. “I’ve got to take this.”
“Come on, Ice,” Slider complained. “You promised no phone calls tonight.”
“Yeah well that was before Admiral Mirth decided to take an unexpected business trip,” Ice scoffed, bringing the phone up to his ear. The irritation radiating off of him as he headed for the exit of the banquet hall was obvious as people moved quickly to get out of his way.
“What? To where?”
“He🏒🏒,” Ice barked over his shoulder.
“What? Tom!” Slider shouted, but the man was already gone.
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yoooo new chapter up y'all
The court case is rigged. Techno can feel it in the pit of his gut, can hear the jeers of the Angel ringing in his ears. But he can't stop. The moment he loses, Philza will kidnap him again, convinced he is the only way to heal his son as if he isn't exacerbating everything tenfold. Oh, Techno will survive it, that's not the question. But will the heart he closed off so long ago survive? Will the mind he loses a little more each day survive? Philza has convinced the whole world Techno is crazy.
And the worst part is Techno is starting to believe it, too.
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Kivuli sighed out of boredom as he lazed around on a rock near the edge of the border between the Shadowlands and the Pridelands as well as the Outlands things were calmer than usual which either meant something bad in his father's opinion or it was to keep the Prince distracted from instigated a playful spar between the entire pride's cub population which was fair given the last time he thought with a huff while his tail flicked absently though he paused when his eyes caught movement and the silhouette of a younger lion.
Jolting up and then jumping off the rock with a graceful landing Kivuli quickly started running towards said unknown figure front claws unsheathed and ready just in case until he came to a skidded stop as he stopped right in front of the teenage lion he couldn't ever forget the cub despite the years that had gone by "Bahati... what are you doing here little one?" He asked still somewhat surprised by the sight as he let his claws retract and he instantly nuzzled the teen's side fondly @prxnceofthepride
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