#Kane chronicles fanfic

[riordanness]

my place in this world — [c.kane]

a carter kane x fem!mortal!magician fanfiction, based off the kane chronicles trilogy by rick riordan (coming soon!!)

“my place in this world <3” playlist

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“Oh,” he looked relieved, letting go of my hand. “Wait, Zia is your sister?”

“Oh well, she kind of adopted me,” I said. “She met me when I was about nine, and brought me here to live. I’m thirteen now.”

“I’m, uh, fourteen,” he said slowly. “My sister, Sadie, is twelve. You guys might be friends, if we stay here.”

“Zia said that,” I said. “But I don’t know. I’ve never had friends before.”

“Oh.” Carter’s smile faded. “Well, I’ll be your friend.”

I smiled. “Thanks. I’d better go to bed now, but I’ll see you tomorrow?” I tried to make my voice sound less hopeful that I felt.

Carter nodded. “Yeah, sure. Though, my sister and I have to do this testing thing tomorrow, so, yeah. Apparently we’ll die if we don’t pass, so I might not see you tomorrow. Or ever.”

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in which,, an orphaned, mortal, self taught magician girl meets a boy, her life changes forever. now her only family is her enemy, she has gods against her at every turn, and worst of all she’s dealing with the issues of falling in love

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comment to be added to the taglist!! coming soon <3

[the-camp-half-blood-library]

Our Top Ten KC Fics

(in no particular order)

the grief of narratives by Crisalidaseason -

Carter Kane and the aniversary of his father's "death''

the only friend i need by bookberry005 -

For pretty much his whole life, Carter Kane has been Sadie's older brother. It hasn't really been easy, given the seperation and the world saving, but they're still siblings. They always have been and they always will be. (or) Carter and Sadie throughout the years.

i kissed a girl and i liked it (the taste of her cherry chapstick) by nancywheelersgun -

Whenever Sadie Kane thought about relationships, she always thought of a boy and a girl, but life is full of surprises and sometimes they come in the form of a very pretty girl.

4. Take My Hand, Take My Whole Life, Too by RiotAstris -

Take my hand, take my whole life, too Because I can’t help falling in love with you. I can’t help falling in love with you. Because I can’t help falling in love with you. (Carter/Zia fluff)

5. 2:48 A. M. by EmeraldChestDoha -

The issues within the Brooklyn house are piling up, and Walt has cracked. Spontaneously deciding to bake dozens of cupcakes and a handful of cakes, chaos is bound to ensure. Lucky for him, Sadie is there to help.

6. Setne and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamboat by Flora Silverthrush (SpellCleaver) -

Hi! I'm Sadie Kane. Remember me? So, I'll make this quick. I'm backstage at the Theatre Royal, Carter's onstage probably making a fool of himself (as usual) and Setne is glaring at me from where he's immobilised with his fetching pink bracelets and Elvis suit. You know, when I called Setne 'that old Elvis impersonator', I was joking. Does nobody get that?

7. In the Dark of the Night by Polarlys -

In the weeks following the Carter and Sadie's battle against Set at the Red Pyramid, Amos still struggles with the aftermath of his ordeal.

8. Never Made It by magnuschases -

Amos makes coffee. Sadie experiences emotions. Sadie makes coffee. or: being raised apart from your own siblings can make you strangers to each other, and building a bridge takes effort.

9. Secret Names by HK44 -

Telling Sadie his secret name wasn't so bad as telling her his hidden name. His secret name gave her power over him, sure, but his hidden name, the one he whispered to himself at night, that one let her know who he was. What he was. And that he was a boy wasn't something he wanted her, or anyone, to know yet. Or at all.

10. Heartbeat by orphan_account -

The world turns sideways and Walt Stone's universe implodes--for two impossibly long minutes--while Sadie Kane is dead. Set in the beginning of TSS.

Got a favorite that wasn't on here? Let us know!

[tkc-fanfics-galore]

As then- now again; chapter one, part one, a death at the needle

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[Carter kane x oc fanfic]

!!DISCLAIMER: I do not own nor did I write the kane chronicles saga, everything belongs to Rick Riordan exept for my original characters, their lore and the divergient plot from the main three books. Again, the only thing i own are the changes i make to the plot!!

Also, dm me if you want to be added to the tag list :3 Taglist:@bast-the-best26

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We only have a few hours, so listen carefully.

If you're hearing this, you're already in danger. Sadie, Helen and I might be your only chance.

Go to the school.

Find the locker.

I won't tell you which school, or which locker, because if you're the right person, you'll find it.

The combination is 13/32/ 33. By the time you finish listening, you'll know what the numbers mean.

Just know that the story we're about to tell you isn't completely yet.

How it ends depends on you.

Tme most important thing: when you open the package and find what's inside, don't keep longer than a week. Sure, it'll be tempting.

I mean, it will grant you almost unlimited power. But if you possess it too long, it will consume you. Learn its secrets quickly and pass it on.

Hide it for the next person, the way we did for you.

Then be prepared for your life to get very interesting.

Okay, Sadie and Helen are telling me to stop stalling and get on with the story. Fine. I guess it started in London, the night our dad blew up the British museum.

My name is Carter kane. I'm fourteen and my home is a suitcase.

You think I'm kidding? Since I was eight years old, my dad and I have travelled the world. I was born in LA but my dad's an archaeologist, so his work takes him all over.

Mostly we go to Egypt, since that's his speciality. Go to a bookstore, find a book about Egypt; there's a pretty good chance it was written by Dr. Julius kane.

You want to know how the Egyptians pulled the brains out of mummies, or built the pyramids, or cursed king tuts tomb? My dad is your man.

Of course, there are other reasons why my dad moved around so much, but i didn't know hso secret back then.

I didn't go to school, my dad home-schooled me, if you can even call it 'home'-schooling when you don't even have a home. He sort of taught me whatever he thought was important, so I learnt a lot about Egypt and basketball stats and my dad's favourite musicians.

I read alot too -pretty much anything I could get my hands on, from dad's history books to fantasy novels- because I spent alot of time sitting around in hotels and proportions and dig sites in foreign countries where i didn't know anybody.

My dad was always telling me to put the book down and play some ball. You ever try to start a game of pick up basketball in Aswan, Egypt? It's not easy.

Anyway, my dad trained me early to keep all my possessions in a single suitcase that fits in an aeroplanes overhead compartment. My dad packed the same, exept he was allowed an extra working bag for his archaeology tools.

Rule number one: I was not allowed to look into his workbag. That's a rule I never broke until the day of the explosion.

It happened on Christmas Eve. We were in London for visitation day with sadie. Well, her, and her friend helen, but more on her later.

See, dads only allowed two days of the year with sadie - one in the winter, one in the summer - because our grandparents hate him.

After our mom died, her parents (our grandparents) had this big court battle with dad. After six lawyers, two fistfights and a near attack with a spatula (don't ask), they won the right to keep sadie with them in England.

She was only six, two years younger than me, and they couldn't keep us both -at least that was their excuse for not taking me.

So sadie was raised as a British schoolkid, and I travelled around with my dad.

We only saw sadie twice a year, which was fine by me.

[Shut up Sadie- yes, im getting to that part, where was I?]

Right, Helen. She usually tagged along on visitation day.

Helen was Sadie's best friend and neighbour who usualy hung out with her. Anywhere, anytime, those two were connected by the hip.

the first time in met her, it was visitation day when I was ten, and she was nine.

Helen nervously asked our grandparents if she could tag along because her mother was working late that day, to which they and my father agreed.

I dont remember where exactly we went, but i do remember us talking about mythology and the gods, which was fun back then.

Now, it was just awful foreshadowing.

She was still my favourite part of the visitation day, and sometimes it felt like we were the siblings, not me and sadie.

So, anyway, my dad and I had just flown into Hearthrow after a couple delays. It was a drizzly, cold afternoon. The whole taxi ride into the city, my dad seemed kind of nervous.

Now, my dad is a big guy. You wouldn't think anything could make him nervous. He has dark brown skin like mine, piercing brown eyes, a bald head and a goatee, so he looks like a buff evil scientist.

That afternoon he worse his cashmere winter coat and his best brown suit, the one he used for public lectures.

Usually, he exudes so much confidence that he dominated any room he walked into, but sometimes -like that afternoon - I saw another side to that I didn't really understand.

He kept looking over his shoulder like we were being hunted.

'Dad?' I said as we were getting off the A40. 'What's wrong?'

'No sign of them,' he muttered. Then he must've realised he'd spoken aloud, because he looked at me kinda startled. 'Nothing Carter, everything is fine.'

Which bothered me because my dads a terrible liar. I always knew when he was hiding something, but i also knew no amount of pestering would get the truth out of him.

He was probrably trying to protect me, though from what I didnt know. Sometimes I wondered if he had some dark secret in his past, some old enemy following him, maybe; but the idea seemed ridiculous. Dad was just an archaeologist.

The other thing that troubled me: Dad was clutching his workbag. Usually when he does that, it means we're in danger.

Like the time gunmen stormed out hotel in Cairo. I heard shots coming from the lobby and ran downstairs to check up on my dad. By the time I got there, he was just calmly zipping up his workbag while three unconscious gunmen hung by their feet from the chandelier, their robes falling over their heads so you could see their boxershorys.

Dad claimed not to have witnessed anything, and in the end the police blamed a freak chandelier malfunction.

Another time, we got caught in a riot in Paris.

My dad found the nearest parked car, pushed me into the back seat and told me to stay down. I pressed myself against the floorboards and kept my eyes shut tight.

I could hear my dad in the driver's seat, rummaging in his bag, mumbling to himself as the mob yelled and destroyed things outside.

A few minutes later he told me it was safe to get up. Every other car had been overturned and set on fire. Our car had been freshly washed and had several twenty-euro notes had been tucked under the windshield wipers.

Anyway, I've come to respect the bag. It was our good luck charm. But when my dad kept it close, it usually meant we were going to need good luck.

We drove through the city centre, headling east towards my grandparents flat. We passed the golden gates of Buckingham palace, the big stone column in Trafalgar square. London is a pretty cool place but after you've travelled for so long, all cities start to blend together.

Other kids i meet sometimes say 'wow, you're so lucky you get to travel so much.' But it's not like we spend out time sightseeing or have a lot of money to travel in style. We've stayed in some pretty rough places, and we hardly stay anywhere longer than a few days.

Most of the time it feels like we're fugitives rather than tourists.

I mean, you wouldn't think my dads work was dangerous. He does lectured on topics like 'can egyptian magic really kill you?' and 'favorite punishments in the egyptian underworld' and other stuff that most people wouldn't care about. But, like I said, there's that other side to him.

He's always very cautious, checking every hotel room before he lets me walk into it. He'll dart into a museum, take a few notes and rush back out again as if he's afraid to be caught on the security cameras.

One time, when I was younger, we raced across the Charles de Gaulle airport to catch a last minute flight, and dad didn't relax until the plane left off the ground. I asked him point blank what he was running from, and he looked at me like I just pulled the pin out of a grenade.

For a second i was scared he might actually tell me the truth.

Then he said : 'Carter, it's nothing.' As if 'nothing' were the most terrible thing in the world.

After that, I decided maybe it was better not to ask questions.

My grandparents, the fausts, live in a housing development near canary wharf, right on the banks of the river Thames.

The taxi let us off at the curb, and my dad asked the driver to wait.

We were halfway up the walk when das frozen. He turned and looked behind us.

'What?' I asked.

Then I saw the man in the trenchcoat.

He was across the street, leaning against a big red tree. He was barrel shaped, with skin the colour of roasted coffee. His coat and black pinstriped suit looked expensive. He had long braided hair and wore a black fedora pulled down low over his dark brown glasses.

He reminded me of a jazz musician, one that dad would always drag me to in a concert.

Even though I couldn't see his eyes, I got the impression he was watching us. He might have been an old friend or colleague of dad's. No matter where we went, dad was always running into people he knew.

But it did seem strange that he was waiting here, outside my grandparents'.

And he didn't look happy.

'Carter,' my dad said 'go on ahead

'But-'

'Get your sister and Helen. I'll meet you back at the taxi.'

He crossed the street towards the man in the trenchcoat, which left me with two choices: follow my dad, and see what happens, or do what I was told.

I decided on the less dangerous path.

I went to retrieve my sister.

Before I could even knock, sadie opened the door for her and Helen.

'Late as usual,' she said.

She was holding her cat, muffin, who'd been a "going away gift" from dad six years ago.

Muffin never seemed to get older or bigger. She had fuzzy yellow and black fur like a miniature leopard, alert yellow eyes and ears that were too tall for her head. A silver egyptian pendant dangled from her collar.

She didn't look anything like a muffin, but said had been lttle when she named her, so I guess you had to cut her some slack.

They both hadn't changed much since last summer.

[As I'm recording this, Sadie's standing next to me, glaring, while helen is looking at me expectantly, so I better be careful how I describe them]

You'd never guess sadie was my sister. First of all, she'd been living in england so long, she has a British accent. Second, she takes after our mom, who was white, so sadies skin is much lighter than mine.

She has straight, caramel coloured hair, not exactly blonde but not brown, which she usualy dyes with steaks of bright colours. That day it had red streaks down the left side.

Her eyes are blue. Im serious. Blue eyes, just like our moms'.

Shes only twelve, but she's exactly as tall as me, which is really annoying. She was chewing gum as usual, dressed for her day out with dad in battered jeans, a leather jacket and combat books, like she was going to a concert and wanted to stomp on some people. She had headphones dangling from her neck just in case we bored her.

Helen however, looked so drastically the same and yet so dissimilar to my sister.

She had the same caramel hair as sadie, but her hair was curly. Only the roots and tips of her hair were dyed red. Her eyes were a shrinking prismarine green, that seemed to hypnotise anyone who stared at them too long.

Her tanned skin looked a few shades lighter in winter, but whatever season it was, she always kept that , rare, warm smile that always made people make her want to laugh, just to see it.

From what I'd heard, before her father passed, she always wore that bright smile that made her teachers awe until she was five. Her father passed, and it took several months of trust and friendship for one to see it.

I remembered her having freckles the last time we visited, but now in the winter they turned faint. Her nose was already red from the cold, and her hands were buried in the pockets of her grey hoodie.

She was thirteen , just a year younger than me, but she was just a bit shorter than me and sadie.

She smiled and waved at me, her hair shielding her face like a curtain: 'hi Carter...'

[Okay, none of them hit me, so I guess i did an okay job at describing them]

'Our plane was late' I told sadie, and nodded to helen as a greeting.

She popped a bubble, rubbed muffins head and tossed the cat inside: 'gran, were going out!'

'See you later Mrs. Faust!' Helen added.

From somewhere in the house, grandma Faust said something i couldn't make out, probably 'don't let them in!'

Sadie closed the door and regarded me as if I was a dead mouse her cat just dragged in: 'so, here you are again.'

'Yep.'

'Come on then,' she sighed. 'Let's get on with it, me and helen have a sleepover planned after this.'

That's the way she was. No "hi, how you been the last six months? So glad to see you!" or anything. But that was okay with me.

When you only see eachother twice a year, it's like you're distant cousins rather than siblings. We had absolutely nothing in common exept our parents.

'Sadie, you should be nicer to your brother...i mean, it's just one day-' I heard Helen whisper quietly to Sadie as we trudged down the steps.

Sadie cut her off with a scoff and an eye roll, gently nudging her: 'I could, but i don't have too, and If I don't have to, I won't.'

From then on, I ignored their conversation. I was thinking how sadie smelled like a combination of old people's house and bubblegum when she stopped so abruptly I ran into her.

'Who's that?' She asked.

I'd almost forgotten about the dude in the trenchcoat. He and my dad were standing across the street next to the big tree, having what looked like a serious argument. Dads back was turned, so i couldn't see his face, but he gestured with his hands like he does when he's agitated.

'Dunno,' I said. 'He was there when we pulled up.'

'He looks familiar.' Sadie frowned Luke she was trying to remember. 'Come on.'

'I think we should wait in the cab, sadie. It's probably safer' Helen gestured to my dad and the trenchcoat guy and how their argument looked like it was about to get violent.

But her words had no use. Sadie was already on the move. Instead of going straight across the street, she dashed across the sidewalk for half a block, ducking behind cars, then crossed to the opposite street and crouched under a low stone wall.

She started sneaking towards our dad. I didn't have much choice but to follow her example, even though it made me feel kind of stupid.

'Six years in England,' I muttered 'and she already thinks she's James bond'

Sadie swatted me without looking back and kept on creeping forward.

Helen followed her with a hint of reluctance and annoyance, seemingly not wanting to get into trouble.

A couple more steps and we were right behind the big dead tree. I could hear my dad on the other side , saying, '-have to, Amos. You know it's the right thing.'

'No,' said the other man, who must've been Amos. His voice was deep and even -very insistent. His accent was american. 'If I don't stop you, Julius, they will. The Per Ankh is is shadowing you.

Sadie turned to me and mouthed the words 'Per what?' while Helen counted on her fingers, trying to list all the languages she knew that could have been used.

[What do you mean you didn't do that, I literally saw you count!?- yeahh now you remember, of course... anyway-]

I shook my head, mystified. 'Let's get out of here,' I whispered, because I figured we'd be spotted any minute and get get in serious trouble. Sadie, of course, ignored me.

'They don't know my plan,' my father was saying. 'By the time they figure it out-'

'And the children?' Amos asked. The hairs stood up on the back of my neck. 'What about them?'

'I've made arrangements to protect them,' my dad said. 'Besides, if i don't do this, we're all in danger. Now, back off'

'i can't, Julius.'

'Then it's a duel you want?' Dads tone turned deadly serious. 'You could never beat me, Amos.'

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so um I've spent hours on this already, and I'm not even done with the first chapter 🙃 soo I definitely over estimated myself. So from now on, depending on how long the chapter is, it will be split to one, two or maybe even three pats, byeee yall! See u soon ;)

[bberry005]

i (finally!) started this series! i have a backlog of drafts i wrote for it that i never got around to editing but i'm gonna be posting them as i edit them soon!

thinking about starting a fic series to explore the random little friendships of the brooklyn house

[hoperays-song]

The bond between found family. The bond. They’ve all been hurt before. Rejected, cast away, and abandoned. All that hurt. And yet they chose to love each other. 

They understand the pain of not having anyone and are going out of their way to make sure others don’t have to suffer by supporting each other. They bond over knowing the others chose them and they are special and loved because of it.

[tsartistry]

I've been rotating this fanfic idea in my head for weeks like a rotisserie chicken

[pjofancalledbelle]

In my defence there was a sale. Also prologue of the Leo x oc fan fic posted later to see if people like it.

[cryoverlife]

Guys i'm re-reading the Throne of fire and I think the wiki lied to us, cause Carter just said Walt was fourteen years old.

So either the entire fandom collective read the book wrong or Rick forgot the age of his character and changed it.

(or my book is faulty)

[fierro-chase]

The lack of Kane Chronicles fanfics kills me everyday 😣💔

[riordanness]

my ‘coming soon’ masterlist ->

series that are currently in the works ,,

swooping, sloping, cursive letters — [emercy]

things percy jackson would say to me if he was real

a place in this world — [c.kane]

imgonnagetyouback — [m.mcfly]

follow the sparks, i’ll drive — [l.mcqueen]

[camo-wolf]

Ok I kinda really want to read some dark percy Jackson fanfics if anyone can give any kind of recs I’d really appreciate it

[way-more-hemsi]

I would really like to see a pjo fic where Percy tells his mom and Paul about the events from Demigods and Magicians. Like, imagine them hearing that there's ANOTHER panteon that they should be worried about. Imagine them knowing about an another set of villians that want to take over the world or smth.

Imagine them finding out about Percy being possessed by that one goddess (I forgot the name).

Please, can someone write this?

[the-camp-half-blood-library]

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[frozenrose20]

Random Riordanverse fic /one shot ideas <3

Drew confusing anubis/walt for nico confusing both him and sadie.

Chris/Clarisse Double date with Charlie/Selina.

The meeting between chrion and the other "mentors" that happened during ToN ( it's actually them asking for percy to stick to his own pantheon) .

Michael,Lee and the other apollo campers realizing the new tiny blonde kid in the hermes cabin is the son of the Naomi Solace and freaking out.

Chiron reflecting on how much everything has changed at camp since percy joined during a head counselor meeting.

Young Piper and Will meeting at event both their parents are at and bonding on their shared struggles and experiences only to put two and two together when the reunite at camp.

Rachel, grover and other campers reminiscing over percabeth after learning of annabeth and percy falling into the pit.

Just a fic of the different demigods and magicians crossing paths but not realizing.

Two gods from Different pantheons fighting over a mortal (it must have happened once)

Angst of chiron who feels responsible for Aceplius worrying about how powerful Will is as a healer.

Cabin 11 giving a Clarisse the shovel talk ( it goes horribly wrong).

Carter, Sadie Magnus and Percy being in a meeting arranged by the gods (poor carter).

[hoperays-song]

Can we just talk about the Mentor Figure Who Becomes Parental Figure trope? Because it’s just super heart warming. Like a character decided to train or teach this other character and ending up becoming their lifeline? Perfection. Just perfection. 

Or the character was forced to train or teach said other character? Even better because now, we get to see the apprentice character slowly break down their mentor’s walls and them become a family.