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[amarauder]

peter johnson and the flying wine bottles ♆ percy jackson x reader

PAIRING; Percy Jackson x Neighbor! Reader

REQUEST; N/A

GODLY PARENT: Demeter

DATE; May 1st, 2024

WORD COUNT; 2440

WARNING; Illegal activities, aka buying alcohol illegally

A/N: IM BACK MOTHERFUCKERS. tehehe I know its been years oops. Not my best work but its here and thats all that matters to me at this point.

TRAILER; In which Percy Jackson meets his neighbor by accidentally almost killing himself and her multiple times.

REQUESTED BY: N/A

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Percy locks up his flat, double then triple checks everything is secure. He knows it’s a little over the top to be this careful with his security system, especially since his apartment complex is in the heart of New Rome. But after everything he has been through it gives him a little peace of mind knowing he is coming back to a hopefully monster-free apartment.

Things have been weird for Percy since Annabeth left. He hasn’t exactly hit the devastated stage that everyone, including him thought would be his reaction. Instead, it’s been like he has been going through the motions. Nothing has been that bad or great, just kind of there.

Piper has concluded that he is in shock. He suspects that she’s right. It’s almost like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like Annabeth’s on a quest and he hasn’t heard from her for a few weeks and he’s a bit concerned for her well-being. But it’s been a little over two months now and Percy hasn’t felt any different.

 The only difference that Percy has felt is annoyance towards Piper. She won’t stop badgering him about meeting this girl. It’s constant, nonstop talking about how they would be perfect for each other and how Percy just needs to get back out there.

The only thing Percy needs is a break. A break from all the sympathetic stares, the hopeful girls, and gods forbid Piper. He knows that she has his best interest at heart. He appreciates it, he really does. It makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside whenever his friends want to do something nice for him, but this just isn’t what Percy needs or wants right now.

What Percy needs is some time with his friends and maybe some free food which is exactly why he is heading over to Leo’s for a BBQ with the gang.

Stuffing his keys into his pocket, he heads over to the elevator then promptly almost dies tripping over air. It’s then that Percy realizes that he actually hadn’t fallen over air, he tripped over what looked like either a really long root or a vine? What the Hades? How did that get there?

He goes to pick it up when he realizes there’s a girl standing there waiting for the elevator. She’s holding a wine bottle, and what looks like the biggest plant Percy has ever seen. It would explain where the weird vine-root thing came from.

“Hey,” he starts, only to be interrupted by a scream and a face full of soil.

“Oh my God!” Screeches the plant. It takes Percy a second to realize that it is in fact the girl screaming and not the plant. To be fair, Percy has seen too many outer-worldly oddities in his life, he wouldn’t be surprised if it was the plant talking. “I am so sorry!”

Percy laughs and rubs dirt off his face, “Don’t be. I shouldn’t have scared you.” When he finally gets all the dirt off, Percy realizes she put the plant down. She’s pretty. Like really pretty actually. It takes Percy’s brain a second to catch up to all this new information.

She waves his apology away, “I scare way too easily. You should see me during October.”

“Halloween can get pretty spooky around here.” She tilts her head to the side in a way that remind him of a cute puppy. “Cause all the ghosts, ya know?”

Her eyes widen, “There are ghosts here?”

“Yeah, you haven’t seen them?” She shakes her head, “There’s one named Vector. He’s my favorite.”

“Why am I even surprised? My Mom is a Greek god. Of course there would be ghosts! What’s next? Flying monkeys?”

Percy’s lips quirked, “Don’t give them that idea.”

She laughed and Percy’s chest tightened. “What’s your name?”

“Percy. Yours?”

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before. Did you move in recently?” Percy knows he would have noticed or remembered her.

She puts her finger next to her lips. Percy is momentarily entranced. “I think around a month ago. I just started at New Rome University.” As she was chattering on about college Percy noticed the wine bottle slowly starting to slip out of her grip. Thanks to his demigod reflexes, Percy caught the bottle just in time.

“Oh!” She said in surprise. “Thanks! I didn’t even know it was falling.”

“No worries. I got it.” The elevator dings and they both head in. College? They were about a quarter into the fall semester. “What are you studying?”

“Agriculture.”

Percy’s eyebrows rise. That was not what he was expecting.  “Cool, my best friend from home is really into plants and stuff.”

Y/N’s lips quirked, “Plants and stuff?”

Percy smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. Thankfully, he was saved from answering by the elevator. Even though he was glad he didn’t have to answer to his stupidity, Percy still felt a pang in his chest. He really didn’t want to part from her but didn’t know how to tell her that without sounding creepy. She gives him good vibes. Percy’s always loved people like that.

“Where are you headed off too?” He eventually asks after sneaking what he hopes is casual glances at her as they exit the building.

She bounces on her toes a bit, “This girl I just met invited me to their friend’s place. I’m a bit nervous to be honest. I don’t know anyone besides her.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine. I’ve loved talking to you and we’ve only just met.” Percy’s face went beet red. That was not how it was supposed to come out. “I-I mean you’ve been fun to talk to.”

They both laugh for a second, falling quiet quickly enough to make Percy feel awkward. He wishes he had more to say, if only to keep Y/N around him a little longer.

Y/N beams, “Thanks, Percy. I’m glad that I finally met someone in this apartment complex. Everyone here seems like busy bodies and never wants to talk.”

Percy shrugs. He’s noticed that too but never felt too bothered by it. Though, he isn’t the one who moved away from friends. “You get used to it. Here’s your wine bottle.” He hands her the wine bottle and Percy swears he gets déjà vu from a few minutes ago. Just as the wine bottle leaves his fingertips its soaring to the floor and crashes all over both of them. Fortunately, Percy isn’t hurt but he’s more concerned about Y/N to care.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Y/N puffs out she looks more shocked than anything. Percy feels like a giant idiot. First, he scares her, and Y/N’s plant almost goes flying everywhere. Then, he distracts her enough to almost drop the bottle. Now, after all of that mess he literally just fucks it all up. What are the odds?

It seems Y/N read his mind because she starts to giggle, “I think the Gods just don’t want me to bring wine today.”

As soon as they clean up the mess they head out. Percy had almost cut himself on the glass once or twice but he couldn’t complain much. He had been through worse things than a cut. Both of them had mumbled to each other the entire time about Why the Gods had decided the third time was the charm but decided against mentioning anything else as Y/N still had her plant to carry the rest of the way.

Percy only wishes that Mr. D was here to witness this. He could practically hear the “Peter Johnson!” from New Rome.

“Where are you headed too?” Y/N questions as they both come to a complete stop outside the building.

“To buy you a new wine bottle.” Percy says gesturing with his head towards town. He knows he’ll be late to Leo’s thing, but he can’t really bring himself to care. Percy also knows that Leo, out of all people, will be understanding especially if he mentions a girl.

“What?” Y/N says and grabs his arm, effectively stopping him. “No way. I am not allowing you to buy me a new wine bottle. I was the one who dropped it.”

Percy will admit that it was mostly her fault. It had been in her hands when the accident occurred. But Percy was first and foremost Sally Jackson’s son and if Sally taught him anything it was how to be polite to a pretty girl. “I was the one handing it to you.”

Y/N crosses her arms and shakes her head stubbornly. “No way, Percy! I am not allowing you to buy me one. I’ll buy my own and be on my way.”

“Fine but at least let me walk you to the wine store.” Y/N seems to consider this as her eyebrows scrunch a little less but she still doesn’t uncross her arms. She seems to agree nonverbally since she starts to walk with him.

“So, Do you know Mr.D?”

“Who?”

“Mr.D,” Percy confirms, “Dionysus? Camp Half-Blood’s camp director?”

“Oh,” Y/N murmurs, “I’ve heard of him from my friend, but I’ve never been to Camp Half-Blood.”

“Did you go to Camp Jupiter then?”

She shakes her head. Percy is officially confused. Where did she grow up then? How did she stay away from monsters? “I’m lost. Were you at home then?”

“For some reason, I never really got into trouble with monsters. Sure, weird stuff would happen to me throughout the years but my teachers would just put it off as overactive imagination. It wasn’t until my high school graduation that a monster came after me and my Dad finally brought me here. Next thing I know I’m enrolled at New Rome with my own apartment. What about you?” She questions innocently.

Percy huffs out a laugh. Oh, where to start. He settles on a simple, “I grew up at Camp Half-Blood.”

Y/N nods mutely. It gets a little awkward for a second and Percy wishes he paid a little more attention to his Mom’s rom-com movies. He’s never met a girl like this before. The only other girl he had ever been interested in was Annabeth and they had been friends forever before they even started dating. He was treading new waters.

Fortunately, they turned the corner and the wine store was a few steps away. “There it is,” Percy said and pointed. He was starting to feel nervous and he didn’t know why. Y/N went to open the door, but Percy beat her to it.

She turns around with a teasing smile on her face, “Thanks, Percy. So, want to tell me if your legal or not?”

It takes Percy a second to realize what she is talking about. Oh, buying alcohol. “Yeah, I’m 21. How old are you?”

“19.”

Oh. Oh. Percy shrugs, he’s certainly not one to shy away from illegal adventures. (A/N: DO NOT DRINK ILLEGALLY KIDDOS. NOT COOL AT ALL.) That would just be hypocritical.

Y/N heads over to the wine section and Percy follows after her like a lame, lost puppy. He needs to start acting a little cooler.

“White or red?” Percy asks.

“Champagne.” She answers immediately, with no hesitation. Alright, champagne it is. That’s a little too fancy for Percy’s taste. He’s more of a red Josh man but to each their own. He likes his six-dollar wine, thank you very much. Judgement is not tolerated within this household.

“Perfect” she says and grabs the champagne before making a beeline to the counter. Percy races after her digging for his wallet. He was not about to let her pay. He finally fishes it out of his pocket and waits for the man to check her out.

While Percy is waiting, he can’t help but admire her. She chatters away to the man as he looks over what Percy is assuming her fake ID. Making small talk in a way Percy never could.

The man gives it back to her and rings her up, “19 dollars and 75 cents, ma’am.”

Percy is quick to give his card to the dude. The cash register guy sighs and Y/N looks appalled. “No way. I am paying for it, Percy!”

He gently nudges her out of the away and hands the card over to him. He rolls his eyes, “I don’t care which one of you is going to sugar-mama the other. But whoever pays I have to see some ID.”

Percy digs in his pocket for his identification and hands it over. The man’s eyes widen, he looks at the picture then back to Percy. “You’re Percy Jack-“

“Yup,” Percy interrupts. He isn’t self-centered enough to think that Y/N has heard of him before but just in case, Percy wants to keep that information to himself for now.

The man’s demeanor instantly changes now that he knows who he is cashing out. “Have a good rest of your day!” He yells cheerily after him. When they head out, Percy can hear him whisper-yelling to his coworker about who he just checked out.

Y/N looks a little alarmed at the situation, especially probably the way Percy rushed her out. “What was that about?”

“Nothing” Percy waves her away. “That guy was just” He hesitates, “Weird.”

She makes a face, “Yeah, he really was. I can’t believe we did it though! I have never used my fake before.”

Percy takes a step back, “What? How did you get the wine from earlier then?”

“Oh, my Dad bought that for me.” Percy scoffs, Sally would be disappointed to find out that he was anywhere near alcohol. The thought fills him with a little guilt. She smiles and Percy’s chest hurts a little. This is where they say goodbye he realizes. “Well, it was really nice to meet you, Percy. I’m glad the Gods made our paths cross.”

He grins, “Me too, Y/N. I’ll see you around.”

“Bye, Percy.”

As Percy heads over to Leo’s place, he realizes how fast his heart is pounding and he can’t stop smiling. Somehow, he knows it’s not from their illegal adventure.

[sirius-archive]

Chaos theory update

So I made a post a while ago that I was thinking of completely revamping the series. I’ve gone ahead and started planning it out and I’m actually really excited! I think a revamp was exactly what I needed to get me hyped again. I’ve also started rereading the first book and that’s got me inspired too.

Anyway, the real question I have for you is what you’d like your pet to be? An owl or a cat? If an owl, what type? I was thinking of a snowy owl or an eagle owl but both are beautiful.

Tagging everyone on the CT tag list bc I’d rlly appreciate the feedback! I may tag you guys in a few posts in the near future as I continue to plan to get opinions etc!

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[stargirlrchive]

Wedding Season - James p.1

James Potter x Reader

masterlist ; prompt list

wedding season masterlist

word count : 966

disclaimer: (gif isn’t mine) mention of death! but like not too much but it ways in on this one and part 2 & drinking but like lightly?? !female reader!

authors note: i’d first like to say thank you for reading this! this series as a whole has been one of my favorites that i have ever written! i had a very hard time growing out of the slump i was in and thankfully this broke it, this is the 1st of 3 for James, but the 1st of 9 for the series! i hope you all enjoy reading this just as much as i enjoyed writing it, love you all <3

You knew it was coming, James had mumbled about the ring being hidden in his pant drawer after a night with the boys.

They had come home a bit intoxicated and James was a huge blabbermouth when it came to things like this.

So you were having a moral quandary, tell him and ruin whatever he was going to plan for the proposal, or let him do whatever it was he was going to do and let it eat you up inside.

So you did what any rational person would do, you hid for a while and avoided him to a certain extent. You did not want to have to break the excitement and effort he was putting into it but you also didn’t want to be around him because it made you feel bad for knowing. So it was a win-win situation for both.

Except it wasn’t, James was confused at the change in behavior and you were missing him.

It had been four days since James’ drunken confession and you were wrapped in a blanket, reading a muggle book you bought a few days ago. The door opened and Remus’ head popped in, “Can we talk?”

You nodded as he made his way inside, sitting across from you as he took the book from your hands, closing it as he sighed quietly.

“James has been a mess for the last days, what’s wrong?”

You sighed quietly as you avoided his eyes, “I know James is planning to propose and I feel so bad for knowing! I know James, and every time we walked about it he mentioned wanting to propose in a grand way, have me not expect it! Plus it’s only been a few months since they passed and I had noticed him happier, looking more alive every day and if I tell him the joy he was getting from this is going to be taken away. I miss him but now I know, and every time I look at him my insides feel like they’re on fire because I feel bad.”

“Do you want to him to propose?”

“Of course I do, Remus. I can’t wait for that to happen. I just feel so bad that he’s going to think I didn’t see it coming when I did.”

“If I’m being honest with you (Y/N) I don’t thing he’d care that you knew. I think he just misses you and wants to spend the rest of his life with you.”

The conversation you had with Remus sparked something in you and you were up quickly, making your way outside of the room to find James. You quickly made your way into your bedroom and James was laying down, eyes closed and his arms over his eyes.

You lie down besides him and let your head rest against his chest as you tangled your fingers with his.

He looked down at you and you could feel yourself growing shy under his stare,

“Hi.”

He remained quiet and you sighed softly, sitting up to face him.

“I’ve been avoiding you because I know you were going to propose.”

He sat up quickly and his brows inched closer to each other as he tried to process what you were telling him.

“You hadn’t been yourself months prior, you were finally getting back to how you were and when you came back from your night out with Sirius and Remus you told me about the ring and where it was at. I’ve been avoiding you because I didn’t want to tell you that I knew, but I also felt bad not telling you, so I hid away and I’m sorry. I missed you too much and my conversation with Remus made me miss you even more so I just needed to tell you I know.”

He sighed quietly but pulled you towards him, pressing his lips lightly to yours as he got up and walked towards his pant drawer.

“I had plans to ask you today, so I’m just going to do it.”

He had muttered a quiet ‘accio roses’ and a large bundle of roses appeared at his side, his cheeks resembling them identically as he reached out for your hand.

“These past few months have been very hard for me, you’ve stuck with me through every hardship I’ve had, and I knew mum adored you. The first time I brought you over she told me you’d be the one I was going to marry. We were only sixteen then. When they passed everything around me was very clouded, dark and the only thing that was guiding me through it was you. I already knew it was you I wanted to spend the rest of my life with but this set it in stone. I planned today to be the day I proposed because it was my parents wedding anniversary, I was hoping if you’d say yes we’d get married in exactly a years time.”

You could feel the tears falling down rapidly and you wiped them away, your eyes locked onto James and he sent you a small smile, “So will you marry me?”

Before it processed your mind you had jumped on him, making the two of you fall down onto the bed as you pressed kisses all along his face, “Of course I’ll marry you James Fleamont Potter.”

He flipped to two of you over as he pressed his lips to yours, pulling himself flush against you as your fingers tangled through his hair.

After you pulled away he grabbed your hand lightly, pressing a kiss to it as he slipped the ring on gently. “The ring was mum’s she gave it to me almost a year ago and I’ve been carrying it around, just waiting for the perfect time to ask.”

(to be continued...)

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[amarauder]

chapter three

| percy's adventure to the top of the world

a/n; sorry all this chapter's a bit short compared to the other ones! hope you enjoy regardless!

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"She watched H20 with me," Percy says, for the fifth time. "It was a dream, Luke. A dream."

"So I've heard," Luke says drily. "Four times prior to this one."

"You're the only one who watches it with me."

"It's because I pity you," Luke says, but Percy knows his friend likes the show as much as he does. "She probably feels the same."

For good measure, Percy messes up Luke's hair. It's worth it when his friend gasps like he's been shot. "My hair was so good today," he whines, a few seconds later. "You've ruined all of my hard work."

"Somehow, I think you'll move on," Percy says to his suddenly much more dramatic friend. "Oh, look, here comes Thalia."

"Before I've even had the chance to look in a damned mirror," Luke grumbles moodily.

Percy has a feeling that if Y/N were here, she'd be making a joke at his expense about sexy, manly angels. The thought makes him miss her, a little, since the last time he was able to hang out with her was approximately three days ago. Before he can witness another conversation between Luke and Thalia, where they turn into bumbling idiots that talk about everything except their very obvious something, he jogs ahead to reach the courtyard.

There are always students lazing around out here before class, especially since it's finally hit October and the weather's nothing short of perfect—a good amount of sun with a fair amount of breeze. He sees a group of people sitting in a circle right on the concrete, playing what looks like some form of charades, a girl leaning against a brick building flipping through a textbook, and tons of other kids standing around and chatting. Percy bypasses them all, making a beeline for the vending machines.

The soda machines at his school are almost always out of everything, so Percy holds his breath when he requests a Coke Zero. By some dumb luck, the machine has one in stock and drops it into the box.

He's reaching down to get it when someone hip bumps him, very nearly sending him careening into a brick wall. He recognizes the shoes before he even looks up at the person. "Hi," he says, breathless after nearly getting himself concussed.

"Morning," Y/N chirps brightly, and ugh, he forgot that she was a morning person. She pushes six coins through the slot just like he did and requests a Coke Zero. He hears the tell-tale sigh of a student who's been told that their choice of drink is out of order. "You'd think they'd restock these things beyond the Sprite Zero," she mutters under her breath, but admits defeat, pressing down on the button for a Sprite Zero instead.

Percy looks down at the Coke Zero in his hand. "They did," he says, slowly. "I just took the last one."

She glances at his drink, scoffing. "Of course you did, you horrible, horrible human." She retrieves her Sprite Zero, knowing better than to open it straight away, and turns towards him. "How'd you do on the supply test in econ?"

"Made an 87," Percy shares. "You can have the Coke, if you want it."

Y/N waves him off, shaking her head. "It's fine. Thank you."

"Are you sure?" He draws out the last word, raising his eyebrows. It might be a lie, but he still says, "I don't mind Sprite, anyways."

"The Sprite Zero is awful, and we both know it," Y/N says, clearly not buying in. She smiles at him nonetheless. "Really, thanks, but I'll live without a Coke."

"I—" Percy's not sure why he's struggling with this, but he wants Y/N to have it. He doesn't want anything to get in the way of her having a perfect day; he doesn't want her spirits dampened in the slightest, even if it's just a soda. It's not like it's going to make or break her mood, Percy tries to tell himself, but it doesn't change his mind. "Really. You should take it."

"Why do you want me to take this soda so bad?" Y/N questions, confused, but still smiling at him. "Did you shake it, or something?"

"No," Percy says, with every bit of sincerity he can muster. "I swear. It's in perfect condition; I haven't even opened it. Here," he offers it out with one hand, using the other to swipe her Sprite Zero. "It's yours."

She takes it, but not without a hesitant look. "I can't tell if you're just being nice, or if you have some evil plan going on here."

"I can open it for you, if you don't trust me." She positions her hands to open it herself, giving him a warning look. "I swear, it's safe."

"You're weird," she informs him, but unscrews the cap anyways. Fizz doesn't spill out over the top, and Y/N takes a still-cautious sip. "Alright, I guess you aren't evil."

Percy smiles widely, and it takes him a second to get it down from 100-watt to something more calm. "Yeah, I'm not."

Before he can think of something even more lame to say, the bell rings. Y/N tips her Coke at him in one last thanks before she brushes past him, squeezing his arm as she goes. Percy, like he's in a movie and he's just been kissed by his crush of 10 years, reaches up and cradles his arm where she touched him.

"Your arm hurting you, man?" Jason says, passing by Percy on his way to gym. Percy's always felt bad for Jason, having to work out his first class of the day. "I can get my mom, if you need her."

"I'm fine," Percy says quickly, dropping his hand. He doesn't need a nurse, not unless the particular nurse can cure him of his crush on Y/N that's apparently back at full force. "Tell her I say hi, though."

Jason nods, bidding him goodbye, and carries on towards the gym. Percy looks in the direction Y/N headed off in, like she'll be coming back, for whatever reason.

She isn't, and Percy's an idiot. He groans under his breath and goes to class.

[amarauder]

It just hits noon on Sunday when Percy gets the text.

It's still the same exact name that she entered in sophomore year, still a plaintive "Y/N L/N" with the tiny description under it that's originally used for company names written as Chemistry Class. Percy narrows his eyes and checks the number in his contacts just to make sure Luke hasn't changed his name to mess with him, and eventually accepts the fact that Y/N's texted him, for whatever reason.

" Hi," it says. That's it.

Percy pushes his phone aside and keeps up his attempts at finishing his essay. English 4 is supposed to be easy, he complains mentally. At this rate, he won't graduate.

Despite his extremely studious research (in which he was both reading Wikipedia articles and playing Solitaire, that is), he still has no clue why Mark Twain was so important as far as literature goes. He does, however, come to the conclusion that he'll never be good at Solitaire.

Percy selects a sentence from the Wikipedia article and pastes it directly into his essay. He modifies it, putting the end of the sentence at the beginning, and exchanges the words "light and humorous" to say "light-hearted." A true genius, he is.

Before he can decide where to go from there, Percy glances over to his phone, biting down on his bottom lip. It's not that he doesn't want to talk to Y/N—since Friday, he's kind of wanted to talk to her non-stop—but he didn't expect her to text first. It admittedly throws him off.

What would Mark Twain do? Percy thinks idly, staring at the guy's name where it sits, bolded, at the top of his paper. For one, Mark Twain wasn't ever introduced to cellphones, so he probably wouldn't even know how to reply to the text, even if he wanted to. And, for two, Mark Twain doesn't really seem like the kind of man who would talk to the girl he likes over text. Percy gets the vibe that he's a really old-fashioned, straightforward type of guy.

Leaning back in his desk chair to stretch, Percy groans. Thinking about Mark Twain probably won't get him through this one.

He replies with a "Hey there," momentarily panicking at how flirtatious it sounds. He tries to cover it up with a "Y/N, right?"

It apparently works, since she sends back a "Yeah, it is. I didn't know if you had my number anymore."

"Wouldn't have deleted it," Percy types immediately. He's hovering over the blue button, considering going with something else—less heartfelt, maybe—to respond with, but instead he accidentally hits send. Wonderful. 

Out of curiosity, he scrolls up past the texts they're exchanging now and reads through the ones they sent before. He hardly remembers the near two-year old conversations, mostly homework questions or him wondering if there's a test the next day, but there's a few that are just... nice, for lack of a better word. Caring little how are yous from him and some remember to bring your book to classes from her. Percy wishes he could remember why he didn't try to get in touch with her that summer, and now he feels sorry that he didn't—after all, he could have been someone to talk to when she was going through a mess with her parents.

He wants to apologize for it, suddenly, but he figures Y/N would either shrug it off or tell him ten times over that it isn't his fault. He doesn't bother.

"That's comforting." Percy blinks at Y/N's reply, but she doesn't give him a chance to reply before another text comes through. "Are you busy?"

He smiles a little at his phone. Sure, he totally has this essay due tomorrow that'll take him a few hours at the very least, but Y/N's far more interesting and appealing than Mark Twain's influence on literature. not at all, he sends.

"I could use a little help with economics, if you're up for it..."

Economics is by far Percy's easiest class this year, but he doubts he's better at it than Y/N. He doesn't mention that.

"Sure," he replies. "but you're gonna have to tell me everything you know about Mark Twain."

She sends two question marks back, but tacks on a Deal a second later.

"where at?" Percy asks, holding his phone about an inch away from his face. It's likely that he's one of the more pathetic people in this world.

"Yours? I can't say that my house is the most welcoming of places for guests," Y/N says, and Percy frowns a little at that. He doesn't waste any time before sending her his address and telling her to come over whenever she feels like it. He doesn't really say it, but it's an invitation for any day—not just a Sunday where they both have homework to get done.

She gives him an estimated arrival time anyways, so Percy spends his remaining moments wisely by hopping in the shower and letting his mom know that he's having a friend over. She's cooped up in her small little cranny of an office, feet tucked beneath her as she types away on her laptop, glasses perched on the tip of her nose and a cooled cup of tea at her elbow. "Of course, that's fine Percy. You can have Luke over whenever, you know. No need to keep asking."

"It's—" Percy hesitates, leaning his temple on the door frame he's leaning against. "Um, not Luke this time."

That gets his mother's attention. She turns to him with a pleased smile. "Oh, what a surprise! I haven't seen Nico in ages, I should put some cookies in."

Percy chuckles, pushing his still-damp hair out of his eyes. "Not Nico, either. It's Y/N—remember, my chem partner? Came over once for our research paper?"

Sally gives him a maternal grin, lifting her eyebrows. "Oh, I always liked her." She redirects her gaze to her computer. "I had a feeling I wasn't the only one, either."

"Mom," Percy warns.

She holds her hands up, a clear white flag. "I'm not suggesting anything. Just your dear old Mom over here, typing up a novel."

"It'll be the best one yet," Percy says, since he knows Mom thrives under encouragement. "I have a feeling. It'll be the one."

"You think?" Sally asks, and she sounds excited, like she agrees. Percy nods with a grin. "Oh, that would be so great, I—" The doorbell dings throughout their home, and his mom's mouth snaps shut. "That would be for you, I'm guessing. Let me know if you need anything, sweetie."

"Thanks, Mom," Percy says, but he makes sure to shut her office door, partially to preserve his privacy, but mostly because he knows his mom needs isolation when she's in writing mode. He gets the door.

Y/N's dressed casually, which is something Percy hadn't even considered; he tossed on track pants out of habit. "Hey," he greets, after a sure but still moment of silence. "Come on in."

"Hi. Thanks."

Percy shrugs mutely, closing the door behind her. He can definitely, one hundred per cent, handle Y/N's presence for a few hours, especially after a good night of sleep and a day spent lazing around. "Thirsty?"

"Water would be great," she answers, and it's a little awkward for a few seconds while Percy leads them into the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets for a cup. He usually drinks out of the old, stained plastic ones, but he thinks Y/N probably deserves better as a guest. Eventually, he spots a light blue glass from a dining set they had two houses ago. He pulls it down. "How's your weekend been? Well, since the fair, anyways."

Percy clears his throat, like it'll clear the weird tension in the air, too. "'S been nice. Wish the fair was here for longer, to be honest."

"There's always next year," she says optimistically. He passes off the glass of water, and as she takes it from him, Percy realizes that he didn't bother to ask if she wanted ice. He almost feels rude for a second, but Y/N takes a grateful sip and sends him a little smile, so he guesses that he did alright. "Anyways, economics."

"Right, economics." Percy shakes himself. He should focus on the actual intention of Y/N's visit, not whether or not she'll get huffy about a few ice cubes. "What chapter are you guys on?"

"We have the same teacher, I'm pretty sure—Mr. Manassa?" Percy nods. "My class just started the chapter on supply."

Percy mentally sighs in relief. Supply is something he understands, so he won't look like an idiot. He uses his right thumb to rub at the palm of his left hand, grimacing when he realizes his hands are clammy. "Yeah, same. We can—in the living room, if you want?"

"Fine by me," Y/N replies, and Percy swallows past the weird, sudden dryness in his throat. It's like he's never seen an attractive human before. Christ. "I started reading the chapter, but it just sounds like gibberish. I hate the way the book's written."

"Really?" Percy's actually read a bit of the chapters, since he didn't think the writing was too excruciating, but to each their own. "I don't know, I kind of like it."

"Good, then. Hopefully you can help me make sense of it." She sits on the couch beside him—not really close, but not really far either, and Percy feels himself settling in more, the jitters wearing off. He knows Y/N, is the thing, and it's not even the first time she's sat on his couch while they do school work together. She puts her backpack on the floor and digs out her green economics book, the same one Percy has stuffed underneath his bed. "Have you done the chapter work?"

"What?"

"The chapter work," Y/N repeats, and if Percy didn't know her, he probably wouldn't have noticed how amused she was at his lack of attention. "The work that's due tomorrow."

"Oh, yeah, that," Percy mumbles. Truth be told, he hasn't been doing much at all besides binge-watching old H2O (I had too) episodes on Netflix and playing games on his phone—well, that and a bit of Mark Twain research this morning. "I started it."

"I'm sure," she says, and her tone's some brand of teasing. She peers around, like she's looking for something in particular. "You can go get your backpack, you know."

"I know," Percy replies quickly, sounding a lot more annoyed than he really is. "I was getting there."

Y/N laughs. Percy stands up before he makes the mistake of staring.

He returns with his laptop tucked under his arm, Mark Twain paper still up and sharing the screen with his game of Solitaire. Y/N looks like she might have a laugh at his expense when she sees it, but instead she says, "Explain the difference between supply and quantity supplied to me, please."

And, honestly, Percy's never been in the business of rejecting polite people. He explains to her heart's content.

They really do try to work through their economics assignment, but Percy'll admit that it's been a while since he and Y/N have talked like normal, save for the night at the fair. It's a little addicting to have short segments of banter, followed by brief references to their days as chemistry partners and mildly rebellious museum explorers, before they force themselves to get back on track. Percy likes the way Y/N shakes her head every time she realizes that they're surfing a topic far, far from economics. He finds himself focusing on his work just to make sure he's helping her to the best of his ability.

"If I have to write the word 'elasticity' one more time," Y/N grumbles, sighing in frustration at her paragraph about the determinants of supply elasticity. Percy spares a glance down at his one-sentence answer and decides that Y/N hasn't really changed at all.

"Let's take a break," Percy suggests, after he watches Y/N struggle for another minute, scanning the page like she's trying to add more to her paragraph.

"Great idea," Y/N says abruptly, like she'd been waiting for him to say it. She slams her book shut, tosses her notebook aside, and looks at him expectantly.

He fish-mouths briefly, not really having planned what the break would entail, but he recovers quickly enough. "Did you... Did you want to watch something? And get something to eat, maybe?"

"Yes," Y/N says, slowly, like he's missing something. "What are we going to watch?"

"I—" He considers his options, but ultimately decides that it should be his guest's choice what they watch. "You can pick. I'll be right back."

He grabs her glass and makes sure to refill it while he's in the kitchen, then proceeds to spend an insubordinate amount of time scanning their pantry for the best snack. They have chips, which is the obvious choice, but Percy's not even sure that Y/N likes sour cream and onion chips, plus he's not really in the mood.

He narrows his eyes at the shelves. He knows he and Y/N had to have talked about snack preferences sophomore year. Or—better yet—he just needs to remember what she asked for when they were writing their research paper two years ago.

Percy admits defeat a few seconds later, when his brain reminds him that his memory isn't skilled enough to remember what Y/N ate the last time she was at his house. On a whim, he snatches up a box of Oreos and returns to the living room.

"I hope you don't mind," she says, and Percy glances up to see her typing away on his laptop. She's relocated to the floor, which is coincidentally where Percy prefers to sit when he's watching shows on his laptop. He sits beside her without a complaint.

"It's fine." Then, he drops the Oreos between them, sliding her newly filled glass of water on the coffee table.

"Thank you," Y/N says idly, scrolling through Netflix.

"Did—?" Percy cocks his head to the side, giving her a bewildered look. "Did you hack into my Netflix account?"

"It's hardly considered 'hacking' when the password is auto-filled," Y/N replies boredly. "But if it makes you think I'm cooler than I am, then yes, I absolutely hacked your account."

Percy gives her a stupid smile, then forces it down. With time, he's forgotten how easy it is to be around Y/N. It's a great feeling to be in the presence of someone who has just the sense of humor that's basically a magnet to his taste in banter. "Should work for the FBI."

"Right," Y/N says drily. "I'd be a hero in that industry, being able to log into computers of teenage boys with no concept of security."

"Hey," Percy says, crossing his arms. "I'm totally conscious. I delete my search histories and stuff. Reset my passwords every so often."

"And what?" Y/N teases. "Change them from 'swimming1' to 'swimming2'?"

"'Swimming' is not my password," Percy says. Then, after a pause, he sheepishly adds, "Anymore."

She actually snorts. Percy doesn't tend to use that word lightly, unless someone actually, truly, full-heartedly snorts. The sound simultaneously startles him and sends him into a fit of laughter. "Your... It was really 'swimming'?"

"It was fifth grade!" Percy tries to defend himself. His cheeks are red, but it's from a lack of breath rather than embarrassment. Probably.

"Oh my God," Y/N says, sounding dangerously close to choking from laughter. Percy's grateful that he knows CPR. "You're so predictable, Percy."

"Am not."

"What's your password now?" Y/N questions. "Wait, wait—is it like 'percy2019' or something?"

"Close," Percy hums, raising one shoulder until it hits his jaw. His shoulder pops. "It's actually just my birth year, then my graduation year. Sometimes I add an 'P' if it requires a capital letter."

"Ah, half-right," Y/N says, snapping her fingers like she shouldn't have missed it. "What are you up for watching?"

"Whatever's cool." She lingers over a movie that looks Very Serious, and Percy sees his life flash before his eyes until Y/N scrolls past it. "Something, um, light is preferable."

"I'm guessing The Boy In The Striped Pajamas is out of the question, then," she mumbles, moving past that one as well. She seems to grow tired of the category she's browsing, since she scrolls back up until she can see what he's recently watched.

H20 glares back at him. Percy isn't sure if he's embarrassed, or annoyed at his computer for betraying him in front of a pretty person. "I didn't know they had this on Netflix," Y/N says simply, clicking on play.

Percy stares at her. "You like it?"

She shrugs. "I've only seen it a few times, but I used to love mermaids when I was younger. My cousin started to get me into it after everyone had already obsessed over it, so I was a little behind everyone else, but it was pretty fun."

"We're going to be great friends," Percy informs her. Anyone who'll waste time watching H20 with him is immediately a friend. He can't wait to tell Luke.

Y/N rolls her eyes, but she's smiling anyways. "We already are. Now, hush."

She folds back the tab on the box of Oreos and plucks one out with an appreciative hum, staring intently at the screen. Percy, who silently wonders when his lucky streak started, takes one too.

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percy is a boiled egg

| percy jackson x reader

EXTENDED SUMMARY

Camp Jupiter has been going through it since Jason left. Not like Oh Salami, where did our Praetor go? No like monsters not dying, Octavian being even more unhinged (if that was possible), Renya demanding she takes in the weird new guy who tries to start a fight with her Dad.

Deep down Y/N knows she should feel a little sympathy for Percy Jackson. She couldn't imagine losing all her memories and then be thrown into a quest to save a camp she doesn't care about. But she can't help but feel only scorn towards him. How is it that some random guy instantly got more recognition from her Father Mars than she has her entire life.

Now, she has to join them on their quest. Y/N can practically feel her own impending death. Y/N is nothing if not superstitious. Four demigods breaking the sacred number. There's just no way this cannot go wrong.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter One.

05.19.20

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peter johnson and the flying wine bottles!

| percy jackson x reader

EXTENDED SUMMARY

Percy's life isn't going to plan as per usual. Him and Annabeth broke up. His plant that Nico helped resurrect died again. Finally, Percy dropped wine on the first girl he found pretty since Annabeth.

Why the Fates won't take pity on him after all that he has done for human and godly kind? He doesn't know.

What he does know is that as soon as Y/N steps through the room and is announced as Piper's surprise guest at Leo's BBQ (that Calypso insists is her dinner party), Percy is determined to make a better second impression than the first.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter One.

05.01.24

[amarauder]

percy's journey to the top of the world!

| percy jackson x reader

| high school au

| completed

EXTENDED SUMMARY

It wasn’t that Percy didn’t like Y/N, it was more the fact that he liked her a bit too much for his liking. He didn’t do well around pretty girls and Y/N was the prettiest one he’s seen in a while. After having not seen her since he blew up their chemistry final in their faces (she was the only reason why he passed that damned class), Percy wasn’t so confident in starting a conversation with her. However, once Percy’s best friend starts to date one of Y/N’s friends he starts to see a lot more of her than he’s comfortable with, especially when he starts to regain those feelings that he worked so hard to bury deep within.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter One

07.06.25

Chapter Two

07.07.25

Chapter Three

07.08.25

Chapter Four

07.10.25

[amarauder]

chapter four - percy jackson x reader

A/N; Sorry this took like a day to come out! I was running late to work yesterday and went on a run after so I didn't have time to put this out! anyway enjoy!!!

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"I don't like asparagus," Y/N mentions over lunch, a few weeks later. Because this is a thing they do now, apparently. Luke and Thalia had been the ones who had unified their two respective groups, and now the party of ten claims the table just beside the cafeteria doors.

"I like it, Y/N," Annabeth puts in, but she shrugs after. "It doesn't really taste like anything."

"It tastes like awful," is Leo's response. He scrunches up his nose. "All vegetables taste awful."

"It's beyond me how you ever grew past two feet," Luke says, flatly. "I love vegetables, and you're, like, a foot taller than me."

Percy's not even sure why they're having this conversation, but he knows that Y/N's hair is messy today like she woke up late and didn't even bother with it. Her shirt's purple, and it looks nice on her—though, to be fair, there isn't all that much Percy would say Y/N looks bad in. She folds her hands on the table in front of her, nodding as she listens to Piper say something, and Percy watches as she fidgets with her own fingers, twisting one of her rings idly.

It isn't until one of those hands waves in his direction that he realizes he was staring. Y/N could probably make the assumption that he was looking at her chest, but instead she just looks concerned. "Are you alright? You've been out of it since lunch started."

Percy's not sure what's wrong with him. Ever since he woke up, every word that's been said to him echoes around in his head until it's really just chaos. He's been having issues focusing in all of his classes thus far, much to the disappointment of his teachers. 'You were doing so well,' Mrs. Keaves from English told him. It made him feel guilty, which was probably her intention. "I'm alright," he says, after a few seconds. "Probably need more sleep."

"You can go nap in my mom's office," Jason pipes up, leaning away from his conversation with Nico. "She'd be cool with it."

"Leo and I have a few Vitamin Waters and energy drinks in our locker if you need one," Piper adds, and Leo nods his assent immediately.

Percy shrugs, a little uncomfortable with all of the attention from his friends. Most of them have turned to give him worried looks. Well, except for Annabeth and Nico. They mostly look confused as to why everyone else is so worried. "I'm fine; it's not that bad. Thanks, though."

"Are you sure? I can ask Sally if it's cool for us to leave early," Luke says, since Luke had driven Percy to school today.

"Guys," Percy says, rubbing his forehead and laughing. It turns into a wince when the sound worsens his headache. He'll admit that it feels nice to be cared about, but it's nothing more than a little smidgen of sleep deprivation. He'll live. "I'm fine. Your concern is really nice, though."

"Of course we're concerned," Leo coos, reaching out to pinch Percy's cheek. Percy bats his hand away. "You're our little ol' Percy."

Percy crosses his arms, glaring at him. "I am not a child."

"Petulance, key sign of an infant," Y/N stage-whispers to Annabeth and Hazel, conspiratorial. They nod along with solemn expressions.

"Y/N," Percy complains with exasperation.

"Easily annoyed," Hazel adds. "Seems infant-y to me."

"You guys are the worst. Why are we having this conversation?" Percy asks the two groups at large. Now that he thinks about it, maybe they're kind of one group now.

"Because we're very concerned for your health and safety," Y/N tells him, like she's his mother. He rolls his eyes, and Y/N turns serious again. "Hey, seriously, are you okay?"

Everyone else has started up conversations—Luke and Thalia chatting about her younger siblings, Jason and Nico discussing the best Halloween costumes, and, well, Percy's not really sure what the rest of the girls and Leo are talking about, but judging by the unimpressed looks on their faces, it's nothing good. Percy's eyes go back to Y/N, who's staring him down like whatever's off with him'll jump out at her. "Really. I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

She holds his gaze for a few seconds, trying to determine how honest he's being, more likely than not, and slowly nods. "Alright. Promise me you'll let someone know if you start feeling worse?"

Percy offers his assent immediately and Y/N turns away when Piper taps her on the shoulder. He watches a curl fall out of her half-hearted updo, and really, truly, questions his own sanity. Since when is hair endearing, honestly?

Later, when Percy gets home, his mom's all over him—checking his temperature, making him drink some concoction that'll apparently strengthen his immune system, interrogating him about his symptoms. As it would happen, Percy has a fever, and as it would also happen, she refuses to let him leave his room until his sickness passes.

He messes around on his phone for a while, downloading a few games and uninstalling them when they become tedious. After an hour or so of that, though, Percy's bored out of his mind. He texts Luke.

Percy: im bored

Percy: you told mom i was sick and now im not allowed to leave my room

He tacks on what looks like a fairly annoyed emoji, and then he goes back to his so-far fruitless search of a decent game to play.

Not even two minutes later, Percy gets a text, but it's not a reply from Luke. It's Y/N, saying, "I heard you can't leave your room. How are you feeling?"

"what?" is how Percy, very eloquently, replies. "why are you with Luke"

We're all hanging out at Rosie's, Y/N tells him. It's not the same without the whole gang.

Which, Percy thinks, has to be code for it's not the same without you. He smiles, but he's usually smiling when he's talking to her, so that's not saying much. im jealous, he answers.

Then he sends a second text that says, "of course it's not the same im the life of the party." which is pretty far from the truth. Percy's really more the floater of the party, who partially enjoys himself and partially really wants to go home.

How are you feeling? Y/N asks for the second time, reminding Percy that he never answered her in the first place.

Percy: im FINE barely even a fever

Y/N L/N.: If you say so... Are you going to be at school tomorrow? I can get your work for you, if you need me to.

That's sweet, Percy thinks. Unnecessary, but sweet. He was planning on getting Luke to tell his teachers where he's at and he doesn't want to make her spend the extra time walking around to all of his classes, picking up work he probably won't do until he gets back to school anyways.

Percy: thanks but you dont have to. Usually Luke does all of that

Y/N L/N.: Luke said it's fine if I take care of it. I can bring it by tomorrow after school, if that's alright?

"Y/N," Percy groans aloud. She's making his life incredibly difficult right now, just by being nice to him—something he appreciates all in all, but she doesn't have to be this way solely because he's feeling a little under the weather. He scrolls up and down in their conversation, delaying his answer for as long as possible.

The thing is, Percy's used to Y/N's witty remarks—used to her teasing him like it's about to go out of style, used to her laughing at him rather than with him, in a way that he really finds cute when he should be offended—but he's definitely not used to Y/N being this nice. It's throwing him off. He kind of wants her to say something sarcastic and teasing towards him, just to keep the world in balance.

Y/N L/N.: I'm going to come over whether you tell me to or not, so your answer really doesn't matter. What's your schedule?

And there it is, Percy thinks, lips quirking up as he reads the message. That's better.

Y/N texts him for a while after that, even at Percy's insistence that she should talk to the people she's with instead of blowing them off to talk to his sickly self. She tells him to shut up twice, then lets him know that she would rather talk to him, and Percy sinks a little further into his bed with each message that rolls through from her. If he weren't actually sick, he would probably claim it's Y/N that's getting his temperature up.

He falls asleep after a while, in some space where there's a lull between his last message and Y/N's reply, and when he wakes up, his sheets are more or less soaked in sweat.

Percy takes a second to groan into his pillow, kicking at his blankets until they fall off his bed. He groans again.

He doesn't think to check the time until he's in the kitchen, banging around in the cabinets without much coordination, searching for some medicine to bring his fever down so he can sleep without feeling like he's going to melt. It's past 4 AM. The good news is that his thoughtless slamming of cabinets woke his mom up, but the bad news is that they're all out of medicine. Percy could cry.

She gives him an aspirin, even if they hardly ever do anything for him, and promises to head to the store first thing in the morning. She checks his temperature again before they both stumble off to their rooms.

He knows Luke won't be awake, but that doesn't stop him from sending a string of complaints about how hot he is. Percy somehow makes sure to blame Luke for getting him sick, accusing him of being "carrier," because they both know Luke has an impressively resilient immune system. He can't even remember the last time his best friend was sick.

As usual when Percy falls ill, he finds it impossible to get comfortable and sleep. He's either too hot or too cold. The only truly comfy position he finds is when he tucks his arms beneath his chest, face buried in his pillow, but he knows he'll hate himself when he suffocates in the middle of the night, or wakes up with aching arms from resting his weight on them for so long. He frowns at his ceiling. God, he's bored.

Eventually, he results to the most boring thing he can think of: trying to create a mental timeline from what they're learning in his history class. Predictably, it gets him to sleep, but only for about an hour before he wakes up with the shivers.

Once he starts awake at 7 AM, he decides that there's no going back. His mom leaves to get him medicine as soon as she wakes up, as promised, but Percy knows the flu's set in by now and he has very little chance of a quick and painless recovery.

He showers. Lies around for a few hours, takes a long nap, eats a hearty meal of toast and a handful of saltines. His mom passes him water bottle after water bottle, and Percy lets himself be coddled. After all, some years from now, he'll be living alone, forced to combat his cold by himself.

When Y/N texts him to say she'll be over soon, Percy only feels a little guilty for forgetting about her existence in his fever haze. He drags himself into the shower and spends a lot of time adjusting the temperature of the water.

He's just barely managed to tug his shirt over his head, eyes stinging either because he got shampoo in them or because he's extremely overheated, but he makes it to the door in one piece.

Y/N, as usual, shows some seriously sparkling sympathy. "You look awful," she greets. "You have a review packet in math."

Which, Percy thinks, is quite a few bad things to process in his current state. "Ugh," he says, stepping away from the door and leaving Y/N with the duty of closing it. She does.

"On the bright side, I brought you various soups." She lifts a grocery bag. Percy blinks at it before squeezing his eyes shut. Maybe he'll feel less in love if he doesn't look at her. "Oh, hi Ms. Jackson! I missed you last time."

Percy lifts one eyelid from where he lays sprawled on the couch. Y/N and his Mom chat as they walk to the kitchen, but Percy doesn't have the strength of mind to listen. Soup, he thinks pathetically. His mind even gives a half-pleased, half-exasperated little sigh.

"Soup," Percy mutters to himself. Then he promptly falls asleep. Or passes out. Something. He can't quite remember. 

[amarauder]

Welcome! My name is Madeline! Twenty Two! Percy Jackson! James Potter! Jaime Lannister!

(old masterlist; the sandlot, the outsiders, percy jackson, harry potter, avengers, reign.) new masterlist below.

PERCY JACKSON

- s e r i e s

001. percy's adventure to the top of the world;  in which percy jackson hasn’t seen Y/N L/N in over two years, but once they meet again, he’s already one ferris wheel ride away from falling in love with her all over again. (complete & personal favorite)

002. percy is a boiled egg; in which reader is forced to tag along on the quest to alaska.

003. peter johnson and the flying water bottles; in which percy jackson meets his new neighbor by accidentally almost killing himself and her multiple times in the process.

- o n e s h o t s

001. criminal girl likes garfield; in which reader is percy jackson’s soulmate, potentially a criminal and more than kind of cute. (personal favorite) 8k+

WIPS

001. prongs, the temporary prefect; james potter x reader one shot, 50% finished

[amarauder]

🌹 w jaime lannister? this is the anon from earlier! i hope you are still doing these have a good rest of your day :)

this is actually perfect timing anon!! hope you enjoy! also i don't think i will ever get tired of this type of request! too much fun tbh.

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Robb huffed, and for a second Y/N just stared at the condensation that left his mouth. "What do you see in him?"

"Who?" His arm tightened around her own.

"The Kingslayer."

Y/N bristled, "I told you to stop calling him that." Then she paused, really considering what she did see in Jaime Lannister. She saw that he protected her without a moment's hesitation, protected the kingdom without hesitation. She saw how he defended his brother's honor. She saw how much he cared for his niece and nephews. She saw how despite his insistence that he didn't care, how it affected him whenever someone spat out Kingslayer behind his back. But most importantly she saw how he looked at her and how it made her entire body tremble.

Then it hit her, anything she told Robb would not sway his opinion in the slightest and it would only end in another fight. So instead she settled for a simple, "Everything you don't."

[amarauder]

Percy is a Boiled Egg (Part One) - Percy Jackson x Reader

004. percy is a boiled egg (part one)

PAIRING; Percy Jackson x Reader

REQUEST; "Are you nervous, love?"/ reader comes along in the son of Neptune quest and they fall in love

GODLY PARENT; Mars (reader is roman, ares in greek)

DATE; May 19th, 2020

WORD COUNT; 6467

WARNING; keep in mind that reader curses using food terms so you're not confused, also, because this is based so much off the book, I already have a disclaimer at the introduction part, but I just feel like it needs another one.

A/N; So, I basically wrote this whole thing in a day? Also, this is only part one because well, I needed to get something out and it's so long already. But I knew this request was going to be long so. It might be two parts, three parts, whatever. Anyway, this is not my best work but I like it. So... Also, I hope I didn't rush Percy's relationship with reader too much, especially considering they actually didn't introduce themselves. But here's the thing, I am probably going to go back and add in the war games part. (it will be in a flashback sort of thing though) I just kind of skipped over it because originally the one shot started after the war games but then I realized that the requester wanted some other things before that. So...

TRAILER; in which reader is forced to tag along on the quest.

REQUESTED BY; becca_unheart

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 Y/N was more pissed off than worried as she entered Camp Jupiter once again. It had been around two months of merely surviving on a quest, well, actually, two days of trying to complete the quest and the rest was just attempting to survive.

 Her and a group of other idiotic demigods, while sprinkling in a few amazons only led to trouble. Y/N should have known that when she accepted the quest to find Jason Grace, but all she found was that the Gods had miraculously decided to stop talking to them, of course, right after their beloved Praetor left. Oh, and the only way she knew how to kill monsters was now apparently not working, despite it have continued on for millennias. But you know priorities.

"Come on, you pork chops," Y/N said as they crossed the Nile River, "I gotta give Renya the run down of the quest, and she's not gonna be happy. So I suggest you shower and get some sleep while you can."

The campers nodded and went their own way, with a chorus of thanks between them.

The walk to the Principa should have been calming, but Y/N was going to meet Renya at the Principa to tell her they had not found Jason Grace which was almost equivalent to a march of death.

But it seemed marching to her death had been too monotonous because when she got there Renya was already there gliding across the floor like an eagle about to grab it's prey. It made her stumble of her panic, she had expected Renya to be out and about, it would give Y/N some time to think about how she could try and make the situation seem better.

Fortunately, Hazel stood in front of Renya, along with a boy who looked around her age. Their time with Reyna would hopefully give her more time to think. It was odd seeing the two together, and Y/N wondered how the boy and Hazel had become acquaintances considering their age difference. Well, what she guessed was their age difference, they were facing Renya and the only thing she could point out was that he had dark hair and was tall. But boys don't usually grow until their late teens.

It wasn't until that Argentum and Aurum nuzzled against her hands did she turn her attention back to Renya.

Renya had never looked so relieved to see Y/N and it wavered her nerves for a second. But then her eyes flickered past Y/N and she saw no Jason Grace, and Y/N saw the corner of Renya's lips dip down again. "Y/N," Renya boomed, interrupting Hazel and causing both the boy and Hazel to look over at her, "It's about time you came home." Y/N opened her mouth to speak but Renya beat her to it, "We will discuss that matter later, as for now, there are more important things to discuss. Hazel take Percy outside, Y/N will join you both to Temple Hill and explain the legion. Good luck with the augury, Percy Jackson. If Octavian lets you live, perhaps we can compare notes... about your past."

Hazel and the boy, Percy Jackson, walked past her. She gave Hazel a smile, and studied Percy. He was rather cute considering his filthiness, he looked exhausted but managed to get out of Renya's wrath without collapsing. Y/N should have been impressed but all she got was an odd feeling about him, as if he was an omen, a quick warning, but she couldn't tell if it was a good one or a bad one.

The second they exited the Principa, Renya collasped in her chair, "No sign of Jason, then?"

"Nothing," Y/N replied after some hesitation, "It doesn't make sense Renya. No clues, no nothing. None of the amazons have seen him, or Lupa. It's almost as if he disappeared in thin air. But the Gods aren't talking to us, and it either has something to do with the monsters not dying or Jason disappearing... maybe even both."

Renya was quiet after her mini speech, but she didn't look shocked as if she had been expecting all of this but didn't want to admit it. Her silence made Y/N nervous. Holy Mars' chicken wings,  Camp Jupiter just made her anxious in general.

"I, um," Renya started and then cleared her throat. It was when Y/N took a step closer did she realize that her Praetor had been close to tears. Y/N didn't know what to do, in normal circumstances, she would go up and comfort Renya. But Renya wasn't just anyone, she was her Praetor and she didn't know the guidelines for this protocol. Plus, what was she supposed to say? I'm sorry that Jason disappeared right when you guys were going to become a couple, even though it's illegal and I am not supposed to know that but basically the entire camp knows.

Fortunately, Renya calmed down during Y/N's mini panic attack and picked herself up, "Keep an eye on Percy Jackson, Y/N. There is... He is... I think he has something to do with Jason missing."

Y/N raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. That boy that she just saw has something to do with Jason? What was Renya going on about? "That doesn't make sense."

"He's lost his memory, Y/N."

"And?"

Renya hesitated before breathing out a sigh and gesturing for Y/N to come closer, "I've met him before. Back when I..." she trailed off and gave Y/N a look. Back when she had been working on Circe's Island. "Ya, before I became Praetor, I met him there. He's a Gracceus, Y/N. A son of Poseidon, a son of the big three, just like Jason."

Y/N sat down her heart pounding in her ears as her mind fluttered around thousands and thousands of different possibilities. Was Percy dangerous? Had the Gods sent him here on purpose? What were they trying to pull? Was Jason okay? Where was he? Was there a Greek legion just like them? Were they trying to send them a warning by kidnapping Jason?

"So, you're saying that Percy's Greek and-" Renya startled her by clapping a hand over her mouth, she hadn't even said it that loud!

"You have to be quiet about these things, Y/N. What if Octavian found out? Or worse, Percy."

So, Percy doesn't know he is a Greek demigod, and Renya thinks that is worse than Octavian finding out and killing everyone. Makes sense, obviously.

"Ya, priorities, right?" Y/N scoffed with a roll of her eyes once Renya took her hand off her mouth. "But explain to me what you know, so we are on the same page."

"Percy Jackson is a son of Poseidon and Jason is a son of Jupiter. They are both one of the only known sons of the big three." What about Nico and Hazel, Y/N thought, but just as she was about to open her mouth to ask she closed it. Hades had always been shunned away, maybe his children didn't count? "Percy has no memory but somehow has survived for sixteen years despite the fact that he is a son of Neptune-sorry, Poseidon-and has no markings on his wrist and just recently visited Lupa. What if the Greek demigods never went extinct after the war?"

The idea was so ridiculous that Y/N started to laugh. Her hysterical laughter was more like a panic attack, but Renya just sat her down. "There's no way Renya. No way. The Greeks went extinct after the war, they don't have their own legion. Percy probably just got really lucky and Jason may have gone looking for his sister, ya know? Remember the girl, Thalia, he used to always talk about."

"But Mount Othrys, we wouldn't have been able to take down Kronos' black throne without-"

"No," Y/N snapped at her, realization dawning on her like finding the answer to a previous question on a test after reading a new question. She got up before she would dive head first into Renya's conspiracy theories. "No, there's no way. There can't be."

"Just think about it."

"Why? To stress me out more?"

"No, because what if Jason's there?"

"And if Jason has no memory of us then we are absolutely, positively screwed."

"What? Why?"

"Renya, we do not have the resources right now for a war."

"Who said they would attack us?" Renya snapped back, hurt by her friend disclosing her idea before it had really even started.

"Well, we would. Who's to say they are any different?"

"If Jason was there... I would never, could never," Renya rambled on, her arms wrapping around her stomach. For a few seconds Y/N felt guilty. She knew she would never be able to fight, hell, kill demigods. But she had to nip this bud before it bloomed. False hope never led to anything good.

"I know, but Octavian would." Renya looked up as she said that, and before Renya could mention anything about Y/N running against Octavian for Praetor she left.

-

"Who's Jason?" she heard Percy ask Hazel before they came into view. It was a nice day, the sun warmed her up nicely and she fought against the urge to just drop down on the grassy area and just sun bathe, maybe forget about life for a while. She probably would have if Jason wasn't brought up.

Y/N and Jason had somewhat gotten along. She respected him and he respected her, but Jason had always been way too serious and had seemed to bring out a sobering part of her that Y/N hadn't even realized she had.

Before Jason had decided to be a little sardine and disappear on everyone, life had been great. She had been working up the ranks and finally had been just about to become apart of the Senate when Jason decided that the fifth cohort needed a different centurion. Jason had left the day after she was appointed the second centurion of the fifth cohort, which according to Jason was an honor but Y/N never believed him.

Besides that, Renya had been her best friend before he left. But now, she didn't know where they stood, not after that fight they had about Jason the day before he left. Y/N really didn't want to become centurion of the fifth cohort, they got the worst weapons, the worst bedding and bathing times. It had been more of an insult than a honor. But Renya had just mindlessly agreed with anything he said, like a lost puppy. It was ridiculous and Renya should have known that, but then he had to go and disappear, and now, Y/N regretted that fight more than ever.

Her and Jason Grace weren't on the best terms at the moment but that didn't stop her from snapping at the boy who was causing even more problems. Why was it always boys?

"No one," Y/N spat and started walking towards Temple Hill without checking to see if they were following.

Instead of cowering away like most of the campers did, all Percy said was, "You remind me of someone."

"Well, if they are anything like me then they must hate you a lot," Y/N growled and threw her hair up in a ponytail. It was knotted and greasy from lack of hygiene, but lack of hygiene had never been one of her top priorities on her quest, on any quest for that matter.  

"You remember someone?" Hazel asked, "Who?" Y/N had almost forgotten he had lost his memory. Losing memories isn't common in a demigod life, but concussions were.

"My Mom," Percy said wistfully, then turned to Y/N, "She's not who you remind me of though. I don't know who that is."

Y/N nodded and rolled her eyes, then why did he even mention his Mom, "Have you always had memories of your Mother?"

"Ya, her names Sally and I remember some brief memories of when I was young but that's about it."

"Have you had him checked for a concussion yet, Hazel?" Y/N asked.

"No-"

"Why does it even matter," Percy moped, "I'm going to die thanks to Octavian anyway."

Y/N laughed, "Don't worry about him. Everyone is just stressed, no one is going to die."

"Ya," Hazel added with a teasing smile, "Besides Octavian has a soft spot for Y/N. I think that's why Renya sent her with us."  

-

Y/N had just finished roll call when she saw Hazel skid into line. Fortunately, Dakota hadn't reached the end of his list of names and Hazel had made it just in time to squeak out, "Present!" The younger girl had nectar dripping off her fingertips and she had half a mind to go ask her if everything was okay before Octavian started.

"Colors!" he shouted and the standard-bearers stepped forward. Each drenched in lion-skin and poles with each cohort's emblem. When her cohort presented their own pole, Y/N flinched from embarassment. The stupid eagle was still missing, and Y/N would be damned if entire career at the fifth cohort went by without finding it.

Despite everyone snickering about the eagleless pole, Renya carried on, "Romans!" she called. "You've probably heard about the incursion today. Two gorgons were swept into the river by this newcomer, Percy Jackson. Juno herself guided him here, and proclaimed him as a son of Neptune."

Glancing up at Percy, she found herself shocked at his modesty. He had been led to Camp by a goddess, and not just any goddess, the queen of gods herself. Then, he managed to slash two gorgons, and merely raised his hand and said, "Hi."

Something fishy was going on. She couldn't name one guy who wouldn't flaunt this feat, even Jason had been one to brag about taking down Kronos' throne during dinners.

"He seeks to join the legion," Renya continued. "What do the auguries say?"

"I have read the entrails," Octavian announced, his eyes were locked on her form and Y/N almost stumbled back in surprise. She hadn't been expecting him to be looking straight at her when he said that. Before Y/N could turn to Dakota and see if he had noticed anything odd about that encounter too, even though it probably wouldn't have done any good, Octavian remarked, "The auguries are favorable. He is qualified to serve."

The campers all shouted, "Ave!" One kid in the third court screamed it so loud that Y/N stopped glaring holes into Octavian's head to look at him. Him and his friends had only snickered.

Renya gestured for the centurions to come forward and with a sigh, Y/N took a few steps forward with a roll of her eyes. How was she supposed to take this seriously when she was stuck in the fifth cohort?

It wasn't until Renya had glared at her did Y/N start to pay attention to what was going on.

Percy shifted. "Letters? Um, no."

Octavian smirked and wrinkled his nose. She noticed him glancing at her again and she scoffed, loudly. Octavian did a double take and it seemed that this had gotten the rest of the camper's attentions too because everyone was staring at her.

"Do you have anything to say for the fifth cohort, Y/N?" Octavian asked, his smile widening when everyone started to laugh.

Y/N glanced at Renya. She sighed and then looked at Percy, then sighed again, "I don't mean to interupt, Senior Centurion," Y/N mocked, Octavian's own eyes narrowing. If there was one thing in the world that Octavian wanted, it was to be Praetor. He wasn't yet and Y/N prayed to every God and Goddess there ever was that he would never become one. "But Juno did purposely lead Percy here, and if the Queen of Gods decides to take the time out of her day to bring Percy to us... Then, I mean, what better recommendation could you really want?"

Octavian fumed when murmured agreements were heard throughout the cohorts. Y/N looked at Percy, who was looking back at her with a type of sincerity that made felt her stomach flutter. Her hand subconsciously made it's way to brush back some of her hair that was still wet from the baths, and she noticed her cheek felt warm from under her fingertips. She was just thankful that she couldn't blush. (or, if you can then, She was just hoping that everyone took her embarrassment from all the attention she had received in such a short amount of time.)

"No letters," Octavian said regretfully and Y/N's mouth dropped open, appalled, "Will any legionnaires stand for him?"

"I will!" She heard Frank from behind her, "He saved my life!"

Almost immediately, there were shouts of protest from every cohort. Renya raised her hand for silence and glared daggers at Frank, "Frank Zhang, for the second time today, I remind you that you are on probatio. Your godly parent has not claimed you yet. You're not elgible to stand for another camper until you've earned your first stripe."

But before anyone could open their mouth to stand for Percy, Hazel took over, "What Frank means is that Percy saved both our lives. I am a member of the legion. I will stand for Percy Jackson."

However, other campers started to whisper between themselves again. Hazel was barely eligible. She had only gotten her first stripe a week or two ago, and her 'act of valor' had been more of an accident than anything.

It seemed Renya realized that too because she looked at Y/N for help, and once again Y/N sighed. "I will stand for Perseus Jackson." Y/N said, quietening everyone down to silence. Twice that day Y/N had stood up for Percy, it was enough to make rumors circle around. "I am not only a full member of the legion, but also a centurion. Perseus Jackson will be in good hands, if you do not accept Hazel's then accept mine."

Over the chaos that had ensued after he speech, she thought she heard Percy say, "It's Percy, not Perseus." But Y/N couldn't bring herself to care, especially when they had decided Y/N would be most eligible to stand for him.

-

Her chest burned as she stared at the idiot in front of her. Dakota and Renya glanced at each other uneasily out of the corner of her eye but she paid them no attention, Mike Kahale was the only thing on her mind. He was rolling his eyes as if no one's lives mattered except for the legions.

"Come on, L/N," he said after no one dared to say anything, "Why don't you calm down? Have some of Dakota's pathetic kool-aid."

"Hey," Dakota remarked looking appalled, "Leave the kool-aid out of this!"

"It's bologna! Octavian obviously killed her!"

"I could do for a bologna cheese sandwich right now," Someone that sounded suspiciously like Percy said behind her.

"Ya," Dakota remarked, "Y/N, your curse words always make me hungry."

Mike took another step towards her as if to try and intimidate Y/N. Her hand trembled beside her as she fought against the urge to punch him in the face. , "Don't make assumptions, L/N. You have no clue what you are talking about."

"Well, it's remarkable that the plium belongs to the first cohort, and Octavian had managed to lose his right before this happened," Y/N hissed as she turned to look at the man himself, "Did you drop it on the floor, or no let me guess. Did one of your stuffed bears hit Gwen with the plium?"

Octavian only stared at her silently, which only fueled her anger. How could he just stand there after he killed another camper? Shaking her head, she turned to Renya who looked to be on the verge of tears.

The sick feeling in her stomach worsened, and she felt as if she was about to throw up and scream at the same time.

She felt Mike brush against her as she walked over to Renya and whispered, "We all know you are upset just because I took your place in the senate and your place as centurion in the first cohort. How does it feel to step down to the fifth cohort, Y/N? I'm sure you are happy. Afterall, you are with your pathetic greek boyfriend."

Y/N froze, how does Mike of all people know about Percy's potential past? Did he overhear Renya? Oh gods, does Octavian know? She is going to die because of her stupid decision to stand for the fish prince.

"Well, are you?"

Just as Y/N was about to tackle Mike to the ground she felt a grip on her hand. It was Percy, who looked just as shocked to be holding her hand as she did. He quickly removed it and rubbed his neck, "Uhh, Gwen, I think that's her name, ya, Gwen is alive."

A flood of relief washed over her. But it didn't make sense, and soon the grief was back just as quick. Percy had to be wrong. She was dead, they had all seen her die. The medic had announced her dead. But all Y/N could manage was a, "What?"

He nodded and Y/N looked over to see Gwen looking as if she had never been dead in the first place. Her mind raced, and suddenly Y/N felt dizzy, as if she had been the one dying. She will be, if what she thinks is true.

"Who are you," Y/N hissed and grabbed his arm bringing him closer, "Who are you really?"

Percy looked completely alarmed by her sudden closeness and he shook his head wildly, "I'd tell you if I knew, honest."

She searched his eyes as if she would find the answers in there, but found none. They looked remarkably like the ocean, probably something to do with being the son of Neptune, or Poseidon, or... either one. Ugh, she was just so confused.

"Alright," Y/N said and took her grip off his arm, then reached for his hand instead to pull him away from the crowd,"I believe you, but I'm not sure everyone else will."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means," Y/N paused for a second to get her bearings as to where the crowd ended and started, "It means that strange things are happening, Percy. And you seem to be in the middle of it. People are going to want to blame you. You show up with a goddess on your back who talks about a prophecy, defeated gorgons single handedly, and you have no memory what so ever, but still managed to live to sixteen years old without coming to camp. Plus, you are a son of Neptune which is never a good thing."

"Wait, wait," Percy said and stopped her from moving any further. But that meant they had to get very close to talk so no one else would hear. She couldn't really move to face him because of the amount of campers around, so it left Percy muttering in her ear. His breath felt so warm against her neck yet still managed to give her shivers, her hand throbbed from his contact, and she noticed he smelled distinctly of the ocean.  It all somehow made her feel very calm and dizzy at the same time.

Her heart pounded in her chest, and it such a strange and unfamiliar feeling yet Y/N managed to feel comfortable the whole time. What was he doing to her? Was it a part of his powers he had inherited from Poseidon?

Y/N didn't think so, she had only felt like this when she was near Venus' children. Only this time it seemed to draw her in more and more until she would lose her train of thought.

When Percy turned to her, she realized he had been speaking the entire time. She turned to face him (the kid that had been blocking her finally moved) but was met by a disgruntled Percy. He was looking far in the distance as if sensing something. Y/N wondered what he was doing, but she didn't have time to think about it.

A thunderous voice rolled across the field: Death loses its hold. This is only the beginning.

Campers drew weapons. Hannibal trumpeted nervously. Renya's pegasus reared, almost throwing her off. Percy's hand squeezed hers tighter, almost like an attempt to ground her, but Y/N barely registered it. The voice angered her more than she could comprehend.

"I know that voice," Percy said. He didn't sound pleased. Y/N couldn't agree more, a visit from her Father was never a enjoyable experience.

An explosion boomed throughout the camp, close enough for Y/N to feel it but far enough to not catch fire. Everyone scrambled backwards as a huge soldier stepped out from the flames.

There stood Mars, weapons and all. Y/N only glared, but he didn't seem to notice her, he never had.

As everyone stepped back, Y/N stepped forward and it was only until she felt Percy's hand yank her back that she realized what she had been doing. Maybe drawing her in was part of being a daughter of Ares. Whatever it was didn't matter because a second later Frank knelt in front of him. Y/N followed suit as many other people had started too.

"That's good," Mars said. "Kneeling is good. it's been a long time since I've visited Camp Jupiter."

Y/N noticed that her hand had slipped from Percy's. It didn't matter too much as they barely knew each other and Y/N felt more embarrassment than anything for holding his hand for that long. What bothered her the most was that Percy remained standing. He was the only one not kneeling. His sword was still in his other hand, and he glared at Mars. Y/N yanked on his shirt as if to try to remind him to kneel next to her.

"You're Ares," Percy said. "What do you want?"

Oh Gods, Y/N thought, of all the times to pick to be Greek he had to choose now? Why, oh why, did Renya choose her to take care of Percy? She was going to get blasted to bits and at the hands of her Father, it really couldn't get any worse.

Y/N wanted to do something, maybe yank Percy down or say something to excuse him, but she didn't know what.

However, instead the god grinned.

"You've got spunk, demigod," he said. "Ares is my Greek form. But to these followers, to the children of Rome, I am Mars-patron of the empire, divine Father of Romulus and Remus."

Y/N wanted to yell out, "You're my Father too! It would do you some good to remember that!" But she didn't.

"We've met," Percy said. "We... we had a fight..."

Y/N wanted to cry. She choose to risk her life to this idiot, who lacked the brains to not only pick a fight with her Father, but tempt fate to do it again?

Instead of picking a fight, Mars, Ares, whatever, scratched his chin, as if trying to recall. "I fight a lot of people. But I assure you-you've never fought me as Mars. If you had, you'd be dead. Now, kneel, as befits a child of Rome, before you test my patience."

Y/N felt herself start to nod and agree with her Father before she remembered that she was in charge of Percy.

"Percy," she whispered, hastily taking hold of his shirt, "please."

Percy glanced at her, then looked back at Ares. He clearly didn't like it, but he knelt next to her.

"Romans, lend me your ears!" He bellowed with a laugh, "I've always wanted to say that. I come from Olympus with a message. Jupiter doesn't like us communicating directly with mortals, especially nowadays, but he has allowed this exception, as you Romans have always been my special people. I'm only permitted to speak for a few minutes so listen up."

He pointed at Gwen. "That one should be dead, yet she's not. The monsters you fight no longer return to Tartarus when they are slain. Thanatos has been chained. The Doors of Death have been forced open and no one is policing them. Gaea allows our enemies to pour forth into the world of morals. Her sons the giants are mustering armies against you-armies that you will not be able to kill. You must find Thanatos and free him from the giants. Only he can reverse the tide."

An unconscious smile made it's way onto her face. A quest? This would be the perfect time for her to show her true potential to the senate and maybe finally, finally join them and achieve her dream.

Mars looked around as if in a trance, and realized everyone was still kneeling. "Oh you can get up now. Any questions?"

Renya got up slowly, "Lord Mars, we are honored."

"Beyond honored," said Octavian. "So far beyond honored-"

"Well?" Mars snapped.

"Well," Renya said, "People will stop dying, therefore Gwen returned?"

"If left unchecked," Mars said with a nod, "even mortals will eventually find it impossible to die. Can you imagine a world in which no one died-ever?"

Octavian raised his hand. "But, ah, mighty all-powerful Lord Mars, if we can't die, isn't that a good thing? If we can stay alive indefinitely-"

Y/N snickered quietly, a world without Octavian was a good one. But then she realized what she had thought, and mentally smacked herself a few times. She would never with death upon anyone, not even Octavian and his creepy staring.

"Don't be foolish, boy!" Mars bellowed. "Endless slaughter with no conclusion? Carnage without any point? Enemies that rise again and again and can never be killed? Is that what you want?"

"You're the god of war," Percy spoke up. "Don't you want endless carnage?"

Y/N's eyes widened and she almost wanted to smack Percy on the back of the head. Again, Y/N waited for the god to strike both of them down, but Mars just grinned like they were two old buddies talking trash.

"Insolent, aren't you? Perhaps I have fought you before. I can understand why I'd want to kill you." Ya, Y/N could understand too. Absolute idiot. "I'm the god of Rome, child. I am the god of military might used for a righteous cause. I protect the legions. I am happy to crush my enemies underfoot, but I don't fight without a reason. I don't want war without end. You will discover this. You will serve me."

"Not likely," Percy said.

Y/N finally found he voice again and scoffed, "Did you not just hear anything he said before the last comment?" Percy turned towards her blankly, "Boys!"

The god laughed, "But you know that it's not just boys, don't you, my daughter?" Y/N's breath hitched. She felt like all the blood in her body had seeped down to her feet. Her Father was talking to her. "I order a quest! You will go north and find Thanatos in the land beyond the gods. You will free him and thwart the plans of the giants. Beware Gaea! Beware her son, the eldest giant! Perhaps if the quest succeeds, and you return by the Feast of Fortuna.. perhaps then your honor will be restored. If you don't succeed, there won't be any camp left to return too. So my advice is: Don't fail."

Percy moved to face her and she felt her hand go along with him before realizing she still had her grip on his shirt. She quickly let go, but Percy didn't seem to notice. He only muttered, "I still don't get what's so great about this feast for tuna."

Y/N burst out laughing and quickly placed her hands over her mouth to stop her giggles. It had been so loud that even Mars turned towards her with a well placed brow but then turned towards Octavian again. "It's feast fortuna, Percy."

"Ya, that's what I said."

"No," Y/N said shaking her head and still laughing, "It's latin for... something. I forget. But the feast is not for tuna, specifically."

"Oh," Percy nodded with a hint of a smile, "That would be cool, though."

"Ya, it would be," Y/N said agreeing, even though she really didn't think having a feast for the worst kind of fish would not be very nice. Actually, catfish would be worse.

Before she could voice her idea about catfish, campers started screaming and she realized that Ares was holding a grenade. Percy pulled Y/N behind him as if she hadn't been trained for this and he was grenade proof.

She stepped around him with a roll of her eyes, Percy smiled sheepishly. Y/N just glared at him.

"There!" Mars finished writing and threw a scroll at Octavian. When did he get a scroll? "A prophecy. You can add it to your books, engrave it on your floor, whatever."

Octavian read the scroll. It seemed he was confused because he looked up at the scroll then to Mars and back again. Y/N wasn't suprised, Mars should have given him a stuffed bear, Octavian seems to understand that more. "This says, 'Go to Alaska. Find Thanatos and free him. Come back by sundown on June twenty-fourth or die."

"Yes," Mars said. "Is that not clear?"

"Well, my lord... usually prophecies are unclear. They're wrapped in riddles. They rhyme, and..."

Mars casually popped another grenade off his belt, "Yes?"

"The prophecy is clear!" Octavian announced quickly, "A quest!"

"Good answer. Thought I was gonna have to blast you, which would have been fun, but you like my daughter, so I have to give you that or Venus will- Nevermind." He tapped his chin. "Now, what else? There was something else... Oh, yes."

Octavian turned bright red. He grabbed the scroll, and then turned around only to look at Y/N again. He sure was looking at her a lot, it was creepy.

She had been so confused about Octavian's actions that she had barely noticed Frank finally get claimed by Ares. She smiled, Frank was her brother! He was a good kid, and an even better friend to Hazel. Y/N liked him.

"My kid Frank Zhang is gonna lead the quest to free Thanatos, unless there are any objections?"

Of course, no one said a word, but she saw Hazel look even more worried. "You can take two companions. Those are the rules. One of them needs to be this kid." He pointed at Percy, "He's gonna learn some respect for Mars on this trip, or die trying. As for the second, wait, isn't there one of this dumb rules where the legionnaires who stand for him have to make sure he doesn't die, or something? I don't really remember. Whatever. Who stands for Percy?"

No, Y/N thought. Her legs turned wobbly. A sense of dread settled over her, worse than the day she had arrived at Camp for the very first time.

She knew what was coming, but she couldn't stop it. She stepped forward against her will.

Mars grinned, "Ahh, yes, my daughter. Nice job taking Kronos' throne, kid. I haven't seen that kind of bravery in a while. I remember mocking Jupiter about his son's job paling in comparison to mine. That was my kid, I said to him. Then, he got Senate instead of you. Who's Prateor?"

Renya raised her hand.

"You were there, weren't you? Unless, you were blind, that was an MVP play. You're not blind, are you?"

Renya looked like she was trying to swallow a mouse. "No, Lord Mars."

"Then make sure she gets her place on the Senate. If anyone has earned it, it's her. Not some cheap lousy job in the Fifth Cohort. We can't have Jupiter's stupid son stopping her potential because he's jealous, can we? Especially now that he's gone." he yelled at the legion, in case anyone hadn't heard which was impossible, she was pretty sure the entire world had heard. Y/N wanted to melt into the dirt and just die. He entire body trembled. She wasn't sure whether to be happy that he noticed her or die form embarrassment and mortification, that he was happy Jason was gone, all because of her.

Mars seemed to realize his mistake too late because his image flickered. Lightning cracked across the sky. "Ugh, well, he's pissed. Whatever. Y/N can be the third, or the fourth. I don't care. You can add another companion because Y/N has to be there for the sea slug. Pick whomever you want. Have one of your senate debates. You all are good at those. Until next time, Romans! Do not disappoint me!"

The second he was gone, Y/N felt a overwhelming amount of eyes on her.

"Holy cucumber sandwich."

[amarauder]

000. the legend of thelma the llama

thelma the llama 

chapter zero

percy jackson x mortal! reader

SUBSCRIPTS

1. Pythia is another word for the Oracle of Delphi

2. The Peloponnesian War was a controversy between the Spartans and the Athenians. The Polis of Athens wanted the other Greek City-States to help pay the taxes for the damage done in the War against the Persians. The other City-States refused to do so and they instead decided to team up with Sparta and take over Athens. They won.

3. A Hoplite is just a Greek Soldier

4. a greek person

5. The Anthesteria is a festival honoring the wine god; Dionysus. The festival is held for three days at the beginning of spring. The Ancient Greeks celebrated the maturation of the previous year's vintage and the beginning of spring

6. An Amphitheater is basically a theater. But it's seating goes increasingly upward with each row, so their voices can carry up to the highest rows and that way everyone can also see.

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Paulina was shaking as she entered the inner temple. The sacred temple, that looked more like a crumbling cave than anything special was darker than she had expected. Moss crawled up its walls and the place stunk like a drying dryads breath. Paulina was starting to regret her decisions on coming here. It had taken months to get from Sparta to the City of Delphi and now that she was finally here, Paulina didn't want to go inside and meet the woman that would decide her future.

The girl who looked around her younger brother's age, ushered her forward, deeper into the cave. Paulina sighed and looked outside one more time before following the girl, "Why don't you ever talk?" She asked.

The girl ignored Paulina's question making her wonder if the girl was mute. Maybe the Oracle had used her weird voodoo and cut her tongue off. The thought scared Paulina but she walked on.

As they walked deeper into the cave, Paulina picked up some sort of herb-like scent. It smelled good and she found herself taking in bigger whiffs.

"Have you bathed enough?" The girl finally spoke.

"I spent a whole two hours in that place. I hope I have."

The girl nodded and said nothing else the rest of the trip. Paulina sighed again and kicked a rock in front of her. The girl slowed down her pace so she could kick the rock more. After a few more calculating the rock, the 12-year-old girl grabbed Paulina's arm. "Stay here." She said and walked further into the cave.

Once the girl was out of sight, Paulina groaned into her hands. What was she thinking of listening to the Kook of Sparta? Bastian was an old man who had greying hair and obsidian-like eyes. He had a habit of yelling at walls and sniffing people before greeting them. He was the most bizarre person she had ever met in her life, but he was also the wisest and the kindest person. For some reason, life always seemed to work like that.

"The Pythia(1) will see you now." She said moving her hand to place a strand of her muddy hair behind her ear.

"The what?"

The girl said nothing again and only pushed Paulina towards a tiny entrance to what looked like a little Coven. "Watch out for cracks."

Paulina nodded and walked into the Coven, she turned around to see the girl still smiling and staring at her. The goggling only gave Paulina more motivation to move faster. The corridor started to get lighter and lighter with each step she took. Soon, she could even see what was in front of her.

The room was filled with what looked like mist but instead of sitting on the floor it floated at the top of the cave. It gave Paulina a weird feeling but she still stepped forward. A woman who looked around Paulina's age sat on an old wooden chair. She was rather pretty. Her hair was long and the color of mud. She was pale like the moon but had the same glow the planet did. Paulina couldn't see her eyes as they were closed. As Paulina let her eyes roam over her figure she kneeled on a mat in front of the chair. Directly in between the legs of the chair was a fissure in the stone, the smoke like air floated out of the crevice and ensnared her senses.

After a few seconds of calming silence, Paulina remembered the piece of parchment she had been given by the girl. The paper read about how to awake the Oracle. "Oh, Sacred Oracle. I have traveled many brutal distances to reach your wise mind. I have bathed in the Blessed Waters to cleanse my soul and I have given the life of your Holy animal; the goat. Please, oh, Please, awaken and give me your treasured advice on." The inscription stopped there. Now, after months of planning, Paulina felt her mind go blank. She had completely forgotten about what she was going to say. "Umm, Oracle of Delphi," Paulina felt foolish talking a woman who didn't even have the energy to open her eyes, "I want to be able to fight. Sparta needs soldiers for the current Peloponnesian War(2), I am sure you have heard about. But, er, I have proven I am worthy I am fighting but they refuse to let me become a Hoplite(3)."

The silence was deafening to Paulina as she waited for something, anything to happen. The longer the silence went on the sicker she felt. She had gone such a long way for nothing to happen. "Hmmm."

Paulina looked up to realize she was nose to nose to the girl from earlier. Paulina almost jumped out of her skin but instead stared into bright green eyes. They were as bright as the moss on the walls from earlier but looked to be unseeing. They stared into Paulina's blankly.

"The girl from Sparta desires to fight but is not destined to do so."

Paulina scoffed, "What?"

"The girl from Sparta desires to fight but is not destined to do so. Thelma the Llama will lead her to her desires and her fates."

The girl closed her eyes again and sat back against the chair in the same position she had been in before. Paulina furrowed her eyebrows while staring at the Oracle. Hoping she would move, do something again. This couldn't be it. Some animal was not going to lead her to fight. A real Hoplite fought on the ground with others by his side.

Paulina shut her eyes tightly and leaned her jaw against the palm of her hands.

She hated the stupid Oracle.

Getting up abruptly, she sped out of the disgusting cave with the weird mute girl and the nutjob of a woman. Once she was far enough from the cave, she screamed. She screamed out of frustration, out of self-doubt, out of exhaustion, out of a sense of hopelessness.

"What is this nonsense you are screaming about?" Someone snapped from behind Paulina. She turned around to see an old man who looked very annoyed at Paulina's presence, 'Well?"

"Sorry to bother you, Hellene(4). I am just frustrated is all."

The older man nodded and started to head inside his shack, "Wait." Paulina said out of desperation and twenty-million other things she couldn't name, "What do you think of the Oracle?"

"The Oracle of Delphi?" The man said in surprise, "Are you messing with me, child?"

"No, Hellene. I am not."

"She is very wise."

"Do you think she's right?"

The man nodded, "Have you just gone to see her?"

"I have."

"Well, what did she say?" The man hadn't moved. He stayed facing his house letting his voice bounce off the walls of the mountain behind his home.

"She told me that a Llama named Thelma would lead me to my desires."

"A Llama named Thelma, you say?"

"Yes, Hellene."

"I have a Llama, but we haven't named her yet."

"Oh, Hellene. Thank you for your kindness but I don't believe the Oracle."

The man turned around suddenly, "Foolish girl. Don't ever say that again. Now, follow me. The Oracle is talking about my Llama."

"Are you sure, Hellene?"

The man didn't answer but instead walked into his house in a diligent manner. Paulina decided to follow him. She might as well follow him, he looked harmless and it wasn't like she had anything better to do. The shack was bigger than she had thought. It was a homey little place filled to the brim with what looked like burnt corn.

"It guards my home." than man answered as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. However, there was a little space that wasn't covered in blackened corn. The space had a wooden plank nailed to the wall with four blocks of wood under it. "My wife died many years ago."

"Oh, umm," Paulina said in confusion from the randomness of the situation, "I'm sorry, a Hellene."

"I don't like pity. My wife's name was Thelma. She loved that Llama figurine with all her heart. It was her most prized possession."

Paulina looked surprised, "That's your Llama?"

"yes, it is and I want you to take it."

"Why?"

"Because it's ugly and takes up space on my sacred place."

"Oh, I thought your wife loved it."

"She did, but she also loved me."

"Okay then." Paulina said and took the figurine off the shelf, "Thank you, Hellene."

The man nodded and walked away from her silently. Paulina stared at the Llama. It was wooden and old and looked ugly just like the old man had said. She clenched her jaw silently and walked out of the house.

The figurine was gone. It had disappeared in her hands, the vanishing act had confused Paulina more than anything. The thing had to be connected to that bizarre magic voodoo that scared Paulina more than she would like it to admit it.  Unfortunately, there was no other logical explanation, not that magic was logical But still, the more Paulina walked on, the sicker she felt thinking about it. Her mind had finally started to come back to reality. The Pythia, the old man, and the Llama had all been very bad ideas. She was stupid, very very stupid. Delphi had changed Paulina, she used to be very street smart. But now, she talking to Oracles, going into stranger's houses, and taking an unpleasant omen that seemed to be connected to magic and bad luck.

Despite the fact that weird things have been happening to her the past few days. A lady had come up to her and begged for her forgiveness. She had gotten on her knees and started to bawl at her feet. People had stopped and stared but none walked over to help. At first, Paulina had hoped it just had been a coincidence but it was too weird to be one.

The next day, a blind man had told her he could see her. Paulina had helped the man onto the stone steps of a temple for Zeus. The boy looked to be in his early twenties or late teens and had bright, electric blue almost grey eyes that stared deep into Paulina's soul. His blank stare was unnerving to look at, but she stayed anyway.

"What do I look like then?" The Spartan asked the boy quietly. She saw his hands reach out to touch any part of her, so Paulina grabbed his hands and entangled their fingers together.

"You have short brown hair, hazel eyes, freckles over the bridge of your nose, and you desperately want to fight to prove your worth to your family."

Paulina scooted away from the man in shock. Her heart was beating rather fast and she felt dizzy. She knew that dizziness and a faster heart rate meant some sort of sickness. Maybe she was allergic to the man in front of her.

"No, please don't go." he pleaded quietly, "You are the only one who has stayed this long."

"How do you know I am still here?"

"I can sense you. You have a brighter aura than others."

"What's an aura?" Paulina asked, her fingers were playing with her toga nervously. He gave her a weird feeling and Paulina didn't like it.

"I, umm, it's like a. No, I don't know. I can't explain it. I'm guessing it's something that surrounds someone because I always see it when someone gets close to me."

Paulina went silent for a few minutes. Her life was becoming a joke too quickly for it to be normal. [this is my life right now, everyone. just thought you all should know :) ]

"Are you still there?" the boy asked nervously.

"Umm, yes, I am. Sorry for being so quiet, this is just a lot to take in."

The boy nodded, "I'm sure. By the way, I am Aegidius." Aegidius stuck his hands out towards Y/N's chin.

Giggling quietly, she took his hand in hers and shook it, "My name is Paulina Gaspard."

"Nice to meet you, Paulina. You have a very pretty name."

"Thank you, Aegidius. I like yours too."

"Thank you," he said, "I hope you don't mind, but I have to ask you something."

"Sure, go ahead," Paulina said, wondering if she was going to regret this later on.

"Why are you here in, Delphi?"

Paulina went silent. How did he know everything about her? It was rather creepy, "I came to see the Oracle. How do you know everything about me?"

Aegidius shrugged, "I see you in my dreams."

"That's," Paulina paused, struggling to find the word she was feeling, "interesting."

Suddenly, Aegidius started to laugh. He had laughed so hard he snorted which made Paulina start to laugh. Soon enough, they looked like two lunatics giggling over nothing. "What are you laughing at?" Paulina said after a few deep breaths to calm herself.

"You." Paulina took in a sharp breath and tried very hard to school her features into anything but hurt. She failed. Thank Zeus he couldn't see her. "Sorry, that's not what I meant. It's just our situation we are in. You, Paulina, from Sparta, have been taught all your life that magic and Oracles and Seers are weird and should be gone from the world. But here you are befriending a blind seer."

Paulina shrugged, "I have a tendency of not doing what I am taught."

"I'm glad you do."

"Me too." Paulina said, "Wait, so if you are a seer. Do you know where the llama went?"

Aegidius raised his eyebrows, "You have lost it already."

Paulina scoffed, "Oh, please, like you haven't lost anything in your life."

"You do realize you are talking to a blind person, right?" he asked, "It's kind of impossible for me to not lose everything."

"Sorry. But do you have any idea where it might be?"

"Nope," Aegidius shrugged, "Sorry, Paulina. But the Anthesteria (5) is going on right now. There is always talk about current fights going on there. Correct me, if I am wrong. But your greatest desire is to have the freedom of fighting, right?"

Paulina shrugged, "I suppose. It doesn't really matter what I want to do. It's not like it will happen anyway."

They both went silent for a while. It was sort of awkward as neither knew what to say at the moment. After all, how do you reassure someone that everything is possible when you feel the same as them?

"Do you want to help me look for the llama?" Paulina asked, "I mean, I know you can't exactly look for it. But maybe you could sense it's erm, what was it called? The thing that surrounds a person?"

Aegidius hid a chuckle with a smile and biting his bottom lip, "An Aura?"

"Yes, an aura." Paulina smiled and stood up a little straighter.

"Sure, I'd love to come to look for your missing magical llama statue. You know, that sentence just gets weirder as it goes on."

"Hurry up, Aegidius," The Spartan said rolling her eyes.

"I can't exactly see," Aegidius said and made grabby hands at her, hoping she would help him get up.

"Oh, right."

Festivals in Sparta were slightly scary. Someone was always getting their privates or heads chopped off. Occasionally, it was an unloyal soldier or maybe a very unlucky person that a Hoplite had captured. But usually, it was a random slave or commoner that hadn't paid their taxes.

Sometimes, there would be some sort of play in the amphitheater (6). But personally, Paulina thought those were boring-not that seeing someone's privates getting chopped off was any better.

However, as Aegidius and Paulina stepped into the heart of the festival, Paulina couldn't help but notice how different Sparta's and Delphi's festivals were. How happy and calm everyone looked and how pretty the decorations were compared to her the ones she had grown up with at home.

The polis of Delphi's festival was the most extravagant thing Paulina had ever seen in her life.

"Hey," Paulina said and nudged Aegidius next to her, "You are so incredibly lucky you live here."

"Mmm, I guess."

Paulina scoffed, "And you don't even appreciate it. Everything is so gorgeous and the atmosphere is positive and light. No one is worried their insides are going to get cut out."

"Now that is why I am a little grateful for being blind."

Paulina laughed and rolled her eyes, searching the area she found an occupied seating area where maybe men and women were shouting and laughing. They had glasses in their hands with what looked like wine. "Hey," Paulina whispered and tugged him over to the area, "Let's go there."

Aegidius followed her orders with ease but it was rather hard not to stumble over anything when you couldn't see due to the fact that the person leading you was distracted by yelling people.

Paulina pushed back the glossy curtain letting them enter the dining-like area. A small smile made it's a way onto her face as she looked around in wonder. There were women giggling and talking to a man in the corner, there were old women discussing or gossiping about something that sounded unimportant but it intrigued Paulina anyway. However, in Paulina's opinion, the most captivating thing in the room was an old man crowded around the majority of the people in the room. He was shouting something that Paulina couldn't understand. For some reason, it sparked her curiosity.

However, Aegidius felt the opposite. He was dizzy from all the auras surrounding him. They were all much too strong and it was exhausting to try and block out each one. He had never liked people that much and the fact that he couldn't see them made it much worse.

"Paulina," Aegidius said trying to pull away from Paulina's tugging towards a group of people, "I feel sick." She turned around suddenly in alarm. Paulina had been in a trance-like state as her excitement to discover buried secrets about the mystery man leaned closer. But now she turned towards her friend in a worried state. He could wait, Aegidius, however, could not.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know, I feel dizzy." He whispered and clung to his partner, "Why is the world spinning? I'm going to fall over."

Paulina's eyes widened tremendously. "What have you done to upset Apollo?" she said and shifted Aegidius ever-weakening body, "Oh, I have heard that if you feel sick when you first meet someone that you could be allergic to that particular person. Maybe you are allergic to me?"

"What?" he slurred, "and people call me nuts. Just set me down on a surface that I can sit down upon." Paulina quickly found a seat and let him rest against it. He looked sick. His skin tone was unusual, it was flushed but also pale at the same time. She hadn't even known that was possible until now. His grey eyes were flickering around wildly as if they were looking around for something to focus on but any logical person knew they would find nothing.

She started to panic when the color on his cheeks disappeared and his hand gripped her shoulder harder. She started to notice that he had a habit of always holding onto her. He never seemed to want to let go of her since she had met him. It was rather unusual but maybe it was a logical explanation for a blind person. She was placing a hand against the side of his neck to check for warmth. (apparently in the ancient times they would check their necks for warmth to check if they were sick or not. if they were cold they were sick and if they were warm he was okay. it's rather weird. but I'll roll with it.)He was warm. Paulina felt herself breathe out a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness, you are warm," she whispered as she leaned back against him.

"What the hell does that mean?" Aegidius cried out, "How is that supposed to help me in any way, shape, or form?"

"I don't know! That's what my Mother used to do when I was sick! She told me that when you are sick check the temperature of your neck. If you are warm then you will survive, if you are cold then you won't. Simple."

"So I am going to survive."

"Apparently."

"That's great. I can't have you dying in my place. It's bad service and gives out a bad reputation." Someone said from behind them. Paulina turned around to see the guy from earlier. He was short, stubby, and sort of reminded her of a tater tot. (i know they didn't have them in ancient greece and i pity them for not having them. so now they will have them because i am a kind person. also, i know the face claim you saw earlier does not match this description but just imagine Clint Eastwood as a short, stubbier person, who apparently looks like a tater tot.)

"This is your house?" Paulina asked as she heard Aegidius groan from behind her and quickly turned to reassure him when the short man beat her to it. He held a lobster in his hand and snapped it in half with his two hands. He brought it up over Aegidius head and let the juice from the lobster drip out and over his head. Paulina quickly stood up, so the lobster stuff wouldn't get on her own toga. She felt bad though, when he almost fell over. "Now what can I do for you folks. I haven't seen you around here before."

Paulina stared at Aegidius for a while, wondering what he was feeling. She guessed it would be an odd feeling to have someone pour the insides of a Lobster on you and not being able to know what it was or who had poured it on him. The good thing was he was starting to look a lot better. His coloring was coming and lidded eyes were slowly becoming brighter again. However, it was bizarre how he acted like he didn't even know there was liquid pouring down his temples and wettening his toga.

"How did you do that?" Paulina asked and walked over to Aegidius. She moved his sopping hair off his forehead and sat down on the table top above his forearm.

"I asked you first, birdy."

"Birdy?" The Spartan asked turning her attention from her friend to the strange man she was still curious about.

He shrugged, "I like the name."

Paulina furrowed her eyebrows. He hadn't been what he had expected leaving Paulina a little disappointed. He was a little weird, but he held a mysterious exterior that Paulina was fond of. "Okay, I am Paulina Gaspard and this," Paulina said and pointed to her benchmate, "Aegidius."

"I am Paralian," He said and stuck a hand out for her to shake.

Getting her hand out with Aegidius leaning against her frame was rather hard, so she instead decided to just say something along the lines of nice to meet you. The man left and went behind the counter when someone shouted at him for something.

"Paulina," Aegidius groaned.

"Yes?"

"What the hell is this clumpy stuff on me?"

Paulina started to laugh, "The insides of a Lobster." She heard Aegidius groan again from under her causing her to laugh harder, "You know, I have never been this close to someone after only knowing them for a few hours."

"That's because you have never met a blind person. We're pretty cool people."

"I'm sure." She said and pat his shoulder. Her eyes scanned over the seating area once more when she met eye contact with Paralian. He gestured for her to come over. She nodded at him and kept her eyes on the man. "Do you think you can get up?"

"I think so."

"Good, we are going to go talk to Paralian."

Aegidius made a sound of protest, "No, I don't like him."

Paulina scoffed, "What are you talking about? You don't even know him."

"You don't either."

"Exactly, but I'm not the one judging him."

"Touche. But I am going to have to lean on you again."

"What even happened to you?" Paulina asked as she helped him up and off the bench.

"I don't know." Silence swept between them until they met up with Paralian. Personally, Paulina thought it was kind of nice.

"Sit, sit," Paralian ushered them into a seat, before standing up on the makeshift table, "Everyone, this is Pauline and Aegidius."

Paulina felt her heart sink, "No, it's Paulina-" Everyone greeted them a hello but it didn't make her feel any better. Of course, he got her name wrong. That had always been her worst pet peeve.

"So, are you children going to the Amphitheater later on?" Paralian asked and made a drink for someone next to them.

"yes, we are planning too," Paulina said.

"Good, I will go with you."

"What?" Aegidius exclaimed, he looked rather annoyed, "Why are coming with us?"

"You two intrigue me. Now, when did you get your names?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Did you get your name on the seventh to the tenth day of your birth?" (most children in ancient Greece didn't get their name until a week or more later because so many of them would die so early. the later you get your name the weaker you are as a baby.)

"The seventh," Paulina grinned.

"The ninth," Aegidius said and drummed his fingers against the counter.

"Hmm, interesting-"

Paulina almost fell out of her chair in shock. There on the counter was the llama. It was just sitting there just as ugly as it had been before. But it was there, she felt so relieved and happy. Excitement ignited inside of her. "What?" Aegidius asked nervously. She had gasped and now more than ever Aegidius wished he could see what was going on. She wasn't hurt was she?

"The Llama. How do you have the Llama?" Paulina asked Paralian.

"What Llama? Oh, you mean Thelma. A customer of mine had brought it in earlier and asked me to keep it safe for him."

"But it's mine," Paulina said quickly, "I had gotten it from an old man. He gave it to me! I swear he did!"

"Hey, hey, relax, kid." he said and put his hands down in a shushing manner, "I'll go talk to the guy. We're old friends. I'm sure he'll understand. Why don't you go outside? We have a beautiful view from the back. Go check it out. I'll bring your ugly Llama thing to you."

"Thank you, Paralian," Paulina said ignoring the comment on how ugly it was, "Thank you so much."

"Sure thing," he said and grabbed it off the counter before disappearing.

"Come on, Aegidius," Paulina said helping him out of his chair, "Let's go."

"I'm coming, I'm coming," he said and held out his arm for her.

"You seem better," she whispered as they walked towards the bench. She could see the view now and he was right. It was beautiful. The trees swayed gently in the wind as Apollo slowly started to meet his Sister in the horizon.

"I feel better. I still can't believe he put lobster on me though."

"Oh, please," the girl giggled nudging him playfully, "You loved it."

"I don't love anything." the man blurted out. Paulina was shocked, he looked so serious saying it. He almost seemed like he was serious.

"Well, you like things, don't you?"

"Sure, I do." he said quietly, "I just don't love things anymore."

Paulina went silent for a while. She hadn't realized how interesting of a person he was until now, "Eventually you are going to have to turn whatever you like into what you love. it's how you start to really live your life, Aegidius."

Aegidius went silent for a while. He just stared, but it was a different kind of stare. He glanced around in front of him as if he could see things. The look on his face was glorious. His brows furrowed down slightly and his eyes were more grey than ever. The golden light spilled over his features and turned his hair to ichor. She felt strangely airless, her breath had left long ago, and the wind had disappeared but she was fine. It was like she was dead but she had never felt more alive. "I used to love sunsets."

"I'm sorry, what?" Paulina said. She was thankful he was blind at the moment.

"When I was young, I used to love sunsets. I had been able to see then and I would just sit on top of this hill behind our house and I would admire the cool blue spill into purple. My Mother used to yell at me when she would call five times for me to come for dinner. But I had always had a problem with authority."

Paulina searched his face a little more and found a tiny smile. She hadn't seen him smile before. It took her a while to speak, "You can still love sunsets."

Aegidius laughed. It wasn't a small little giggle, it was full-blown, sad, throwing your head back, bitter kind of laughter. It made Paulina feel sick to her stomach, the feeling stayed the rest of the night when he didn't say a word after.

a/n; and there you have it folks, the first chapter of 'thelma the llama'. don't worry next chapter you will be starring in the book. but first i had to get this written out. my gods, i hadn't realized how hard it was to write in the ancient greece time period. this is my first time writing something like this, so let me know how i did.

i'm kind of getting attached to paulina and aegidius. it's not good, but get ready to see more of them and you'll get to know paralian more as the story goes on. i think i may do something where every other chapter are these characters and then the other is percy jackson, it would only be for act one though. but i don't know yet, so let me know what you would prefer.

also, i am sorry if there are different tenses throughout the chapter. for some reason, it was hard for me to write in one tense the entire time. i think it is because i am experimenting with both at the moment.

another thing, [sorry] i would like to announce that i may be taking a tiny hiatus. i have been noticing that lately writing has become more like a chore than a fun hobby i enjoy doing. so it will only be two days. so don't worry about it.

but basically, what i am doing is the first day i am going to take the entire day off. just no writing at all, no checking notifications, no nothing. i am going to see if i had more fun that day without the responsibilities. the second day, i am only going to write for myself. i will not show any of you the writing piece and see how it turns out. basically, what i am experimenting is to see if i am starting to write for you guys instead of myself. recently, i have been noticing that i am trying to please you all instead of myself which is not okay in my book because my plan all along is to please myself. i am truly sorry about this but i think it will be a really good way for myself to figure out what is going on. plus, this way i can get myself more motivated and in the end it will also help you guys. but thank you for reading this. i am very excited for this book. i just ahh, i cannot wait to create this world and show you guys what happens!

[amarauder]

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"i believe that someday we will find what we are looking for... or maybe not maybe we'll find something greater than that." ♆ ♆ Ever since the blasted trip to Bulgaria, weird things have been happening to Madeline. A terrorist had tried to break into her home, three old ladies had insisted upon her death, and a stuffed animal won't disappear. The stuffed llama had apparently been known to be cursed but Madeline never believed in magic. Too bad she would be forced to recognize it under the most brutal circumstances. Especially when she finds out she has been destined to be apart of an incoming secret war. | first installment of the thelma and louise series | percy jackson x reader | the battle of the labrinth - ?

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

ACT ONE; THELMA AND LOUISE DISCOVER THE SECRETS OF THE UNIVERSE

will include;

01. the battle of the labrinth

02. the last olympian

chapters;

000. the legend of thelma the llama

001. louise and the purple crayon

002. thelma and louise take on the world

003. hagfish in the big blue sea

004. perseus jackson is one of the girls

005. thumbelina and the terrors of the big girl world

006. the seastar is rocking hoop earrings

007. assessing the casualties from (yet another) one of zeus' tantrums

008. (watch out draco malfoy) tyson is the new slytherin prince

009. old women who are worth more than your life

010. she's suffering from 'i'm worried that i've cultivated too weird of a personality before finding a significant other and now there's probably no one in the world who could put up with my shit' phobia

011. grover the saytr is y/n's support animal

012. kronos' life story is more controversial than anyone thought and it's giving everyone anxiety

013. that's what she said.

014. bae means poop in danish

015. the new phenomenon that caused idiotic people to start spontaneously bleeding from the nose

016. football; the non-american sport

017. does falkiat mean supernova in urdu

018. merry christmas to all, except severus snape

019. percy, the horse car-wash

020. annabeth and the american girl dolls

021. do not break the radio silence

022. captain luke's tentative return to the navy blue abyss

023. señor whitewashes is actually a male model

024. pedro the lion

025. the birds' and the bees' sex ed course

026. blackjack the magic dragon

027. bessie the sea-cow gets blow-dried

028. spilled pasta on the toes is called feetuccine

029. thelma is moonstruck by louise's beauty

030. why the egyptians worshipped cats

031. a foot's greatest fear is the six-inch heel

032. how to train your flying pig

033. luke castellan get's turned on by golden blood

034. sally jackson has the best laundry detergent

035. mother mary likes nuts

036. not liking the color orange is like not liking pizza bagels

037. the life of prada, the purse made out of bubblegum

[constantly updated]

      ACT TWO; THELMA AND LOUISE TAKE ON THE STINKY ROMANS

will include;

01. the heroes of olympus series

chapters;

01. thelma is a brand of mechanical hamsters

02. tyche, the goddess of luck is really fond of the kennedys

03. adhd medicine does not have heroin in it

04. peach skin is as soft as a baby's buttock

[constantly updated]

      ACT THREE; ZEUS' LEFT BRAIN LIKES THELMA AND LOUISE

will include;

01. everything after the blood of olympus

chapters;

01. thelma's brilliant idea of spending the rest of their lives with their immortal attempted killers

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chapter two ❥ | original

"James Potter, come down here this instant and set me right!" came a screech from the first year girl's dormitory, which could be heard from all across Gryffindor Tower.

James Potter, who was currently daydreaming up more plans to make Y/n l/n's life at Hogwarts miserable, chuckled softly to himself as he heard Y/n scream at him.

Sirius, his best friend, frowned slightly. "Maybe you should give Y/n a break, James," he said seriously.

"No way! Torturing L/n  is way too fun to give up. Besides, she's the one who tricked me into thinking that small bottle of water was a Truth Potion! I swear that I'd get her after that."

Remus smiled and said, "Well, James, the teachers are still calling you 'Y/n and James Potter'. The name goes quite smoothly."

James colored. "I told you, the teachers are howling mad. McGonagall obviously wants revenge of some sort, and she's being nice to Snape!" All three boys shivered, and Peter, who was still sleeping, stirred awake.

"Who screamed?" he asked wearily, sitting up.

"You heard L/n," informed James, grinning at the little boy. "She wake you up? That gives me another reason to kill her."

"Not exactly," said Peter, frowning. "I thought I heard her voice—and yours—and she was singing a lullaby to a baby."

Before anyone could say another word, Sirius gleefully cried, "A ha! I told you Jamie-boy, that you and Y/n were going to get married and have a kid! Didn't I?"

James blinked. "Peter," he said, ignoring Sirius and turning to the sleepy boy, "did this dream seem—real?"

"I think so," replied Peter. "I mean, I don't know why I dreamt it, but I saw myself cowering as two men tried to kill me, but this boy—he stopped them. I was yelling, 'Remus, Sirius, have mercy, I never meant to betray Y/n and James', and the boy saved me. He looked exactly like you, James, but his eyes were like y/n's —they were e/c." He shook his head. "I don't know what kind of dream it was, but—it seemed so real."

There was silence all around the dormitory. Peter felt frightened, Remus was thoughtful, Sirius was confused, and James was bewildered at the dream. Peter...betrays him and Y/n? What madness was this?

Then the silence was shattered, again by Y/n's  voice.

"That James Potter!" she was yelling. "I'll get him one day! And the teachers call me 'Y/n Potter'. Completely mad!"

"Y/n," said Violet's voice. "Calm down. We'll all help you get revenge from James Potter. Don't worry, and come down and have some breakfast."

The girl's dormitory door burst open, and Y/n was flying out of it. She stormed right into the boy's dormitory, despite her friends' protests, and started to scream right in front of James' face.

"James Potter, you idiot, look at my hair!" she screeched.

It was a very funny sight indeed. Y/n's  hair, instead of its h/c, it was dark d/h/c and shining like gold. It would have looked very nice indeed, but it clashed horribly with Y/n's  iris-like delicate complexion. Her e/c hues  were sparkling malevolently.

"Change it back!" she demanded.

"Not unless I get a kiss," said James, pouting. The effects of these simple words were astounding. Sirius, Remus, and Peter all rolled over on their beds, laughing, while Y/n slapped James with all the strength she could muster. That sent the three boys laughing even harder, while Y/n  looked as if she were going to cry.

"If I kiss you," she said, shaking with anger. "Will you turn my hair red again?"

"Depends," replied James smugly, "but most likely."

Y/n, now blushing beet red, kissed James gently on the lips, which sent Sirius, Remus, and Peter into hysterics again. James, flushed with pleasure, waved his wand, and Y/n's hair turned h/c again.

"My God, Y/n, were you that desperate?" asked Sirius, still chortling.

"Yes," huffed Y/n, and stalked away, still red, back to her dormitory. Shouts of laughter could be heard a few seconds later, and Violet, Arabella, Jennifer, and Y/n burst out of their dormitory and into the Great Hall for breakfast. Y/n was still red from rage, but the rest of the girls were laughing.

"Hello Y/n," came an oily voice from behind them. Severus Snape was hurrying down from the steps of his dungeon common room, beaming.

"Severus," said Y/n, nodding curtly.

Snape's smile faded a little at Y/n's cool manner towards him, but he smiled pleasantly at the four girls. "So, why the laughing faces? Pleasant dreams?"

"Y/n just kissed James!" gasped Arabella, unable to conceal the information any longer. "Oh, it was hilarious!"

It was amazing how someone could change moods so fast. Snape's face twisted in anger, and he glared coldly at all of them with his empty black eyes. "Did you?" he asked, directing his question to Y/n.

"Well, Potter changed my hair into dark brown," said Y/n carefully, "so I was mad. Then, for some particular reason, he said he'd turn it back if I kissed him. And I was not to go into the Great Hall looking like a hag, so"—Y/n was now blushing to the roots of her hair—"I kissed him."

Snape frowned. "Potter likes you then?" he asked softly. "I mean, why would he have asked you otherwise?"

"Oh, probably to embarrass me in front of all my friends and his friends," replied Y/n  bitterly.

Snape, sensing Y/n's bitter tone, said brightly, "Y/n, would you—well—care to accompany me to—" He was interrupted by James, along with his friends, talking loudly on their way to the Great Hall.

"My God, Jamie-boy, are you in love?" crowed Sirius in delight.

"Nah, he just wanted to embarrass Y/n in front of us," said Remus sympathetically.

"You know, Moony, I sometimes think you're a mind-reader," said James.

"Oh no, look, there's trouble," murmured Peter, distracted, as he saw Snape with Y/n and her friends.

"Snape," said James coldly, as they approached the girls. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard Y/n kissed you here," replied Snape, his tone equally cold. "I suppose you want Y/n? Well, too bad, she's mine." The words went out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

Everyone stood there, stunned for a minute, but they started laughing the next minute.

"Oh, Snape that was a good one!" cried Sirius, slapping his knee. "Y/n—yours?" He started laughing again.

Y/n smiled wryly, but she had a temptation to burst out laughing like Sirius had done. "Since when have I been yours, Severus?" she asked coolly. "I don't remember belonging to anyone like I'm a piece of property."

Snape was beet red. "Well, what I meant Y/n, was that—" He trailed off, looking quite embarrassed, but controlled himself and strolled over to his friends.

"What have you been doing?" they heard Rosier demand.

"Torturing Potter and his fan club," came Snape's oily voice.

"Good, good. Severus, we must discuss your—er—feelings for the L/n girl..." Their voices trailed off, as James, Y/n, and their friends sat down at the Gryffindor table.

"Don't worry, Y/n, we won't tell what happened," said Violet sincerely, as she spread butter over her bread.

"Oh, won't we?" teased Sirius.

"Sirius," warned Violet in a dangerous voice.

"Oh, all right," said Sirius in a would-be disappointed voice. Then he added gleefully, "Still, I can't believe old Snape thought that you were his, Y/n! Oh, it would have been a perfect opportunity for blackmail if we didn't have a camera."

"I've got one in our dorm," said Jennifer suddenly. Then her eyes glinted mischievously.

"Oh, I have an idea! Y/n can pretend to seduce Snape and make him believe that she loves him, or something. Then we can take a picture and blackmail old Snape! What do you all think?"

"Jen, you're a genius!" breathed Violet. "What do you boys think?"

"Ingenious!" the four boys chorused.

"Hey, no one asked for my opinion!" demanded Y/n.

"Don't be such a spoilsport, Y/n, we don't need your opinion," snapped Violet good-naturedly.

"What? Why not?"

"Because we know you'd say no."

"Fine, I'll be considering, but as long as I don't have to kiss Snape. Yuck." She made a face.

"Of course you have to kiss Snape," said Jennifer practically. "That's part of seduction, right? Oh, and maybe you could be really extreme and we can lock you two into a room with a bed all night..." She grinned wickedly.

"I can't imagine a baby who looks like Snape with e/c eyes," put in Sirius.

"Ugh! You two are so disgusting! Me, sleep with Snape? You have got to be JOKING!" Y/n shook her head furiously.

"We are, N/n," reassured Violet, laughing. "We just wanted to pull your leg, that's all. You think we'd make you kiss Snape and sleep in bed with him? That's evil beyond Slytherin-evil."

"We also wanted to make Jamie jealous, too," added Sirius.

"Why would I be jealous?" asked James.

"'Cause you love Y/n too much."

"Sirius, you little—"

"Now what would eight Gryffindors such as yourselves be saying that must be loud enough to scream the Great Hall down?"

They all turned around to see Professor Hurst sneering at them. No one spoke.

"Dear, dear, L/n, I expected better from you." He tutted scoldingly, then returned to his seat at the High Table.

"Miserable bat," muttered Sirius, as he shoved sausages into his mouth.

Y/n and James were in Dumbledore's office. McGonagall, for some particular reason, had sent them there, and the two puzzled Gryffindors settled down and looked at all the strange objects in the office. A phoenix was fluttering its golden plumage, looking at them with beady eyes.

"Why were we sent here?" said James, cursing angrily.

Y/n tutted loudly. "Language, Potter. This is the headmaster's office."

"Hey—what's that?" He pointed to a crystal ball on Dumbledore's desk.

They scurried over and peered inside. It was a crystal ball, but it didn't look like the ones they saw in the pictures of thick books in Flourish and Blotts, and unlike regular crystal balls, it wasn't foggy. Instead, it was clear, and pictures were moving vividly.

As they peered closer, pictures began to form. A girl, who looked like an older version of Y/n, was running through a meadow. A handsome man much like an older James Potter was chasing after her, laughing. Then they drew in for a kiss, which went on for quite some time. The pictures blurred again, and formed a new one. An older version of the girl before was bending over a baby. It had jet-black hair that stuck in all directions, and bright e/c eyes. Then the man bent over the baby and the couple began to laugh. Then this picture disappeared as well, and a new one appeared. A boy, who looked much like James, except for the eyes, was flying on a broomstick, obviously pleased about something. Another boy and a girl were standing on what looked like the Quidditch field, cheering on the boy in the air. The boy on the ground had bright red hair, and the girl standing next to him had bushy brown hair. All three of them started laughing, having a good time. Then the picture dissolved together, and the crystal ball went blank.

"What was that?" said James aloud.

"Looks like a crystal ball," said Y/n. "Maybe it shows the future."

"Yeah, me and you kissing," said James sarcastically. "I suppose that will happen in the future."

"Must be our nightmares, then," snapped Y/n.

"I wonder who that boy was, though," said James thoughtfully. "You know, the one on the broomstick. He looked a lot like me, but he wasn't me, though. His eyes are e/c, like yours, and he had a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead."

"And the boy and girl standing weren't familiar, either," put in Y/n. "Maybe they're just people that are coming to Hogwarts later on."

"So what does that concern us for?"

"I don't know! You think I'm a Seer or something?"

Before the two could say another word, however, Dumbledore had just entered his office. He smiled at Y/n and James, and gestured them to sit down.

"Now, why have you been sent here?" he asked, still smiling.

"Er—" The two looked at each other and James admitted, "We honestly don't know. Professor McGonagall just told us to wait here for you, sir."

"I see." He looked between the nervous kids, and glanced over to where the crystal ball stood. "I think I know what it's about."

He went over and tapped the ball lightly with his wand, and it began to glow. "You see, Mr. Potter, Ms. L/n. This ball is no crystal ball. It tells the future to anyone who looks at it, even people who are not destined to be Seers. It is very rare, and—let me ask you something. What did you two see when you looked through it?"

Y/n hesitated. "Well," she began, "we first saw older versions of ourselves—er—kissing." She blushed furiously. "Then I saw my older version holding a baby, with James bending over it, laughing. Then—I saw a boy that looked like James, except he had e/c eyes like mine and a scar on his forehead. He was on a broomstick, and he and the red-head boy and brown-hair girl below him were laughing together." She frowned. "I don't know what it has to do with me."

Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkled behind his half-moon glasses. "Ah, Miss L/n. It is because that it showed the future—your destiny. The boy on the broomstick—he is your son. And he is James' son as well. But I cannot tell you anymore than this. You'll have to find out for yourselves." He ushered them gently out of his office. "Now, why don't you head off to dinner while I examine this ball more."

Still puzzled, Y/n and James went out of Dumbledore's office, when James broke into a tirade.

"I'm marrying you? And we have a son together? Am I mad?"

"Hey, I'm confused too," snapped Y/n.

"Obviously. But we'd better not mention this to anyone, Sirius will never let me hear the end of it."

"Deal," agreed Y/n.

Their friends were rushing towards them, grins plastered on their faces. "What was that about?" asked Sirius loudly. "Did Dumbledore yell at you or something."

Y/n and James exchanged nervous glances. "Er—McGonagall made some sort of mistake," lied Y/n. "Dumbledore had no idea what we were doing in his office."

"Right." You could tell that they didn't believe a single word Y/n had said.

"So Y/n," began Arabella, "did you make up with James?"

"No!" chorused the two enemies.

The rest all sighed. "So much for that," muttered Sirius.

"Hey, I tried," argued Arabella.

"I wasn't blaming you, Bells. Those two are just so stubborn sometimes!"

"Hey, it's not like we can't hear you," stated Y/n. "We're still here you know."

"I know," said Sirius, irritated. "Just leave me alone." He waved his hand casually and left for Gryffindor Tower.

"What's eating him?" wondered Jennifer as they climbed through the portrait hole.

"Maybe it's a boy thing," suggested Violet.

"Who knows."

As the four girls scrambled into their dormitory, Arabella stopped. "I think I'll go see Sirius," she said, ignoring the whistles that followed.

"Aww, I didn't know you liked Sirius, Bella. Why didn't you tell us?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," replied Arabella loftily.

Y/n rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Just tell us if any saliva is exchanged between you and dog boy."

They all giggled, leaving Arabella stomping off to the boys' dormitory. Minutes later, James entered the girls' dormitory to find three girls giggling furiously.

"What do you think is happening?" asked Y/n excitedly.

"They're probably having a kissing session," said Jennifer disgustedly.

"How romantic," said Violet dreamily.

James cleared his throat, and the girls turned around.

"What are you doing here, Potter? I didn't remember inviting you."

"I didn't think I needed an invitation," said James dryly. "Though I do think you would want news of how my best friend is doing with your best friend."

Y/n's  eyes sparkled. "All right then. I'll be civil to you, and you can tell us what's happening."

James grinned. "As Jennifer predicted, they are currently kissing"—he grinned at Y/n's delighted face, Jennifer's disgusted one, and Violet's dreamy one—"but it took quite a lot of convincing." He explained the whole story, and Violet sighed dramatically.

"That's so romantic," she sighed. "It's just like it's out of a fairy tale!"

"Violet, please," scolded Jennifer. Then she added, "We wouldn't want Y/n and James to be next."

"Not this again," groaned Y/n. "I told you guys, I hate Potter."

"Then you could marry Snape—"

"Ugh, what do you take me for? I'm not marrying that slimy, greasy hairball git!"

"You're right, Y/n Potter sounds much better," said Jennifer, trying not to laugh.

"Jennifer Dean, you've got some nerve—"

"I'll be leaving now," said James loudly. He turned to go, but then the door burst open and Arabella walked in with a dazed expression on her face.

"Ah, finally done, are you?" he said teasingly, watching Arabella's face twist in fury and horror. "Don't worry, the girls already know." He left without another word.

"You guys know?" asked Arabella, rather shakily.

"'Course we know, Y/n did a bit of coaxing," said Jennifer, grinning. "So...give us the details! Potter would never tell the more juicy parts to us."

"Tomorrow," promised Arabella, trying not to laugh. "Guys—I think I'm in love."

"At age eleven?" questioned Violet, raising her eyebrows. "I wouldn't know, but it's just a minor crush."

"Yeah, whatever."

The snow was finally melting, and spring was in the air, which meant another Quidditch match was approaching. James and Sirius, though they desperately wanted to get on the team, finally stopped pestering the Gryffindor captain and decided to try out next year. Y/n was excited and nervous as well. It would be Gryffindor against Ravenclaw, the second match of the season.

She was quite nasty to Snape as well. Though it wasn't against Slytherin House this time, Severus had been trying to keep the team players out of action along with his Slytherin gang, causing Y/n to slap him harshly one day in the corridors. Sirius had howled with laughter after that, and Snape never taunted any of the Gryffindors in front of her after the incident.

Of course, Y/n and James continued to pull pranks on each other. Y/n, furious at James for turning her hair into brown, had performed a little charm to make Deanna Jackson, the girl James always mooned about to make Y/n  jealous, to fall in love with James for a day. This had caused James into one of the worst days of his life, having the second year Gryffindor girl follow him around like a puppy. He had gotten his revenge, however, by declaring to the whole Great Hall that Y/n liked Snape, performing charms that sent shooting stars into the bewitched night sky. Y/n, who was already fuming by then, had stood up and declared that James Potter was a liar and that she hated Snape as well as all Slytherins, then storming out of the Great Hall amid the shouts of laughter heard afterwards.

On this particular day, however, Y/n seemed nervous. Her friends had demanded what was wrong, but she wouldn't say.

"Fine!" she snapped, after the fifth time they asked her. "The exams are in three months, what if I don't pass?"

Violet burst into laughter. "Are you still worrying about that, N/n? Y/n, they're ages away! If James Potter isn't worried, then you shouldn't be, since you're much cleverer than he is."

"Oh, I suppose," sighed Y/n, but she was in a lighter mood after that.

Meanwhile, James was complaining in the boys' dormitory about Deanna.

"If L/n hadn't put that charm on her, then she wouldn't be following me around!" he whined.

Sirius, who was sick of James' complaints, had said, "Oh, come on Jamie-boy, it's not like Jackson's the only girl that's fighting over you. A group of Ravenclaw girls had a catfight in the corridors because they were arguing if you liked them or not, and one of them ended up in the hospital wing with a bloody nose." He shook his head. "Honestly, James, get yourself a girl and settle down."

"I don't even like girls!" he exclaimed. "Yeah, sure Arabella, Jennifer, and Violet are my friends—sort of, but that L/n." He shuddered.

"Y/n's nice," cut in Remus, who was interested in where this conversation was going. "You should be friends with her, James, she has a side to her that you probably never expected."

"She actually studies?" suggested James.

"No. She's actually really funny, and can really help you in your times of trouble. Really, Y/n makes me laugh all the time. You guys should get together as friends, James, or else you'll be missing a lot of great times."

"I couldn't have said it better myself," agreed Sirius. James turned to Peter, and the little boy nodded, showing his assent, which made him groan loudly.

"So how come L/n  hates me so much?" he demanded of his friends.

The three boys looked at each other. Finally Remus said in his gentle voice, "Because, James, you hate her. If you two made up, I'm sure Y/n wouldn't hate you so much."

James laughed at the irony of this statement. Y/n had once threatened to tear him apart from limb to limb if he embarrassed her again. Soon their dormitory door opened and Y/n walked in, grinning. James groaned again. She must be planning a new prank, he thought to himself.

"Hey Y/n," greeted Sirius, grinning at the redhead appreciatively. James scowled.

"What do you want, L/n?" he asked.

"I just wanted to see my friends, Jamie," replied Y/n, pouting. "Is that such a crime?" She shot him a smile, which made him relax a bit.

"See Potter, I'm not so bad," she said, nodding and smirking at the black-haired boy.

"Right." James crawled onto his bed and drew the curtains so that everything was hidden from view.

"You know, Potter isn't so bad," remarked Y/n.

James couldn't believe his ears. Had Evans gone mad?

"Really?" he heard Sirius' voice say.

"Yep. Pretty cute, actually. I can actually imagine why those silly girls chase after him like wolves."

James, much to his horror, found himself grinning like a Cheshire cat. Oh, now L/n was humoring Sirius.

"You know, Y/n , James can hear you," said Remus.

"I know," he heard Y/n say. "I'm just going to see what Potter's reaction to this is –"

James panicked. What if Y/n saw him listening through his curtains intently? He quickly lay in bed and pulled out a battered old copy of Quidditch Through the Ages, and began reading. Soon Y/n,  pulled the curtains back, and disappointingly, James was reading, not paying any attention to their conversation. Or so she thought.

"Oh, hi L/n," said James, looking up from his book and speaking nonchalantly.

"Potter," she said, smirking. "Nice book?"

"Oh yeah," he replied quickly. "Very, um...interesting read."

"Is that why you're reading it upside down?" she asked, smiling sweetly. James blushed. So this was why she was grinning.

"I was experimenting," he said grumpily.

"Sure you were," said Y/n, still grinning.

"I was," said James, aggravated.

"Do you normally read books upside-down? I didn't know even wizards were capable of that."

"Oh, well—I'm special," said James proudly.

Y/n snorted. "Yeah, well, I'd better get back to my dormitory. I have to put some common sense into Violet, since she secretly 'likes' you. Ridiculous!"

"You're just jealous," said James smugly, sounding oddly like a five-year-old.

Y/n snorted. "Of what?"

James scratched his head before answer. "Er—I forgot."

Y/n laughed.

That night, she had the strangest dream.

Y/n was softly humming to a baby, which she recognized to be the same baby that she and James were laughing over in Dumbledore's crystal ball. An older version of James was standing next to her, his arms around hers, and he was whispering to a tear-streaked Y/n. They were both whispering and comforting the crying bundle in Y/n's arms, and there was a loud bang that shattered the silence. Then James' voice began to panic.

"Y/n, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off..." Then he stumbled into another room while Y/n rushed to the kitchen.

There was a high-pitched cackle, and then silence. All of a sudden, a scream echoed through the night, and there was a thump as something heavy hit the floor. Y/n could only guess that her husband was dead.

Then the cloaked figure who had killed James advanced towards her. He was ready to attack, to kill, as he held up his wand.

Then Y/n's voice rang out. "Please, not Harry, have mercy..."

"Stand aside, you silly girl, stand aside now..."

"Please, I'll do anything, kill me, kill me instead..."

Then Y/n was screaming like she had never screamed before, and fell to the floor with a dull thump. The cloaked figure had advanced towards the baby boy named Harry, but could not kill him. He let out a piercing scream, there was a blinding flash of light, and an eerie silence afterwards. The baby boy was still alive and fast asleep.

Y/n woke up with a start, sweat pouring down her face. Now she understood what Dumbledore had said. She and James were to die, but her son—Harry, he was to live. But what did this all mean?

"Y/n?" She heard a muffled voice, and Arabella was slipping on her school robes, looking exhausted. "Was that you screaming?"

"I screamed?" asked Y/n, confused. Arabella nodded, and Jennifer and Violet began to stir awake, too.

"What did you dream about?"

"I dreamed—I dreamed about this...wizard. He came to my house and he—he killed James. Then he killed me, but only because I wouldn't let him kill a baby boy. But he couldn't kill the baby boy, who was probably my son."

There was a nasty silence after her story. Arabella, Violet, and Jennifer were too stunned to speak. Then their dormitory door opened and James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter filed in, looking as tired as the girls. Sirius looked grumpy, while Remus and Peter were yawning. James, however, was wide-awake with round eyes.

"What are you guys doing here?" asked Arabella curiously.

"Well," said Sirius, his voice full of agitation, "I was sleeping soundly, when James here started yelling like a maniac. This woke me up out of my dreams, and then we heard one of your scream. So we came here to investigate."

"Y/n said something about a wizard coming to kill James and herself, but he couldn't kill her son," said Violet, frowning.

"That's what I dreamed about," said James, looking terrified.

Y/n choked back a sob, and Bella put her arm around her best friend. "Don't worry, N/n, it's all right..." She glared at the boys. "What do you think you're doing, scaring Y/n like this? Now, either we all send James to an insane asylum or..."

"Hey, your friend dreamt the same thing!" pointed out James angrily. "I'm not the only one who's insane!"

"Y/n's not insane!" screeched Arabella.

"What in heavens is going on here?" They slowly turned around, only to see Professor McGonagall turn up in a flowered nightgown and holding a lit up wand. She was frowning.

"Boys!" she cried. "What do you think you're doing in a girls' dormitory? Potter, Black, you two should have known better!"

The bowed their heads. Then Y/n said, "Please, Professor, J-James and I, we had a bad dream and the boys came here to see w-what was wrong." Her voice was shaky.

McGonagall looked astonished. Then she said swiftly, "Well, you all get on back to bed. Potter, Miss L/n, I would like a word with you two." She marched out of the portrait hole and near the stone gargoyle with James and y/n at her heals.

"Sherbet Lemon," she barked, and the stone gargoyle jumped to life and sprang aside. She marched into the office and Professor Dumbledore was hurrying out of the dark in his robes, looking concerned.

"Minerva," he said, frowning. "What is this?"

Professor McGonagall nodded her head to Y/n and James. "Those two—they just had a dream about you-know-what."

Dumbledore nodded, relaxing. "Very well, Minerva. You may return to bed now. I will speak to them."

When McGonagall left, Dumbledore turned to the two. "I want you to tell me exactly what your dreams were about," he said, in a gentle, but firm voice.

Y/n  and James told the headmaster exactly what they dreamt about, and Dumbledore looked thoughtful. "I knew you would dream this sooner or later," he said, smiling at their stunned faces. "You two have a long destiny together and will change the course of the world. Of course, you probably think it's perfectly ridiculous right now, seeing how much you—er—rather loathe each other. But time will come when you will understand what the right thing to do is. Now"—he glanced at the watch on his wrist—"I think it is time for you two to return to bed. And please do not mention what I have told you to anyone. It's dangerous to share secrets these days."

They both nodded and left the office, whispering to each other.

"What did Dumbledore mean, 'change the course of the word'? Dad must've known something like this would happen, that's why he told me to be nice to you in the letter."

"Letter?"

"Yeah...he sent me one just before Christmas yelling at me and telling me to be nice to 'the L/n girl'. I tried, but you're obviously not easy to get along with."

"There's no point of trying if it's impossible," snapped Y/n.

James was amazed. "Still—it's pretty bad to disobey my dad. He can be powerfully mad when...hey, who's that?"

There was a shadow moving along the walls, and Snape came out, very red in the face.

"Oh, hello," he muttered, carefully not meeting their eyes. "I was—er—taking a stroll..."

"In the middle of the night?" interrupted James. "Really, Severus, you out of all people to break school rules—" He tutted the way Y/n would when someone broke a school rule.

"I—" Snape now looked extremely uncomfortable. "You're out of bed," he said instead.

"The headmaster wanted to see us," replied Y/n  hardly. She was rather cool to Snape after the match against Ravenclaw.

"Oh, well, that—that's different, then," stumbled Snape. "W-well, I m-must be off." He ran off, not to another corridor, but to the direction of where the Slytherin common room was.

"I took care of him," said James proudly. Y/n scowled.

"I helped!"

"Yeah, well, I did most of the work."

"Arrogant pig."

"Withering flower."

"Daft—" began Y/n, but her eyes filled with tears. "I am not a withering flower!"

"Well, I'm not an arrogant pig and a daft whatever-you-were-going-to-say!"

"Yes, well, a withering flower—" She suddenly ran off to Gryffindor Tower, sobbing. James halted. What had he said wrong?

By the time he got into the common room, all three of Y/n's friends were glaring at him menacingly, their arms around a crying Y/n. When he saw his friends, they were also staring at him coldly and shaking their heads.

"Why is everyone mad?" he asked wonderingly, strolling over to where Sirius, Remus, and Peter stood.

"You called Y/n a withering flower," said Remus quietly, not looking at James.

"So? She called me an arrogant pig!"

"Yes, James." It was Sirius speaking, and he was looking serious, for a change. "You know how strong Y/n is. A withering flower would indicate that she was weak and cannot face the world. And you know how that's not true. Y/n's stronger than all of us, and can go through many hardships."

James' heart sank and he suddenly felt terrible. "Well, I didn't mean...what I meant was..." He trailed off, looking away.

Remus patted his shoulder. "I know you didn't mean any harm when you said it, James, but next time, be careful of what you say to Y/n. She's one girl you shouldn't mess with."

James gave his friend small smile. "You can say that again. I've had too much experience to mess around with her."

Sirius laughed and Remus chuckled. "You're right about that, Jamie!"

Then James walked over to where Y/n was still crying. But before he could say one word, she rushed up to the girls' dormitory, tears coursing on her cheeks.

"You should go after her and apologize," said Violet quietly, watching her friend disappear. "That was a really mean thing you said, James."

"I know," said James, his head bowed. "I—I never meant any harm..."

"Of course you didn't," said Jennifer swiftly. "Y/n's just a bit stubborn, but she'll get over it. Just watch your mouth next time, sonny." She grinned and Arabella stepped forward.

"I'm not mad," she reassured. "But I'll be happy again if you'd apologize to my best friend."

"I will," he promised, and rushed up to the girls' dormitory. Then the girls started to grin at each other excitedly.

"D'you think they'll kiss and make up?" whispered Violet.

Arabella shook her head. "Nah, I know Y/n too well, she and James will still stay enemies after James apologizes. But they'll become friends later, for sure."

"It happens when both people are as stubborn as mules," agreed Jennifer.

Back in the girl's dorm room, James was apologizing endlessly to Y/n.

"Look, y/n, I'm not forcing you to be friends with me, but I really want you to forgive me for calling you a withering flower. I was really mad at that time, and I wasn't thinking properly and...well..." Seeing that Y/n was looking away and not speaking, he tried again.

"Y/n, I think you're beautiful. I've thought that ever since we first met at King's Cross and, well, I've never told anyone. I know that Sirius would tease me to no end, and your friends would probably say 'we knew it'. So—I've kept it to myself. But now I'm telling it to you, and...can you please not tell anyone that I've said it?"

Y/n turned around, and James was astonished to see a smile plastered on her face. "Sure James. You know, you're not such a bad guy after all. When I first met you, I thought that you were the worst thing since rules, but I guess I was wrong and Remus was right. There is more to you than I've ever imagined. But we're still enemies, right?"

Y/n grinned mischievously. "Right. Much to our friends' disappointments of course."

"Naturally."

"So...let's go down to the common room."

They marched down to the common room again, where their friends were waiting eagerly.

"Did you make up?" asked Arabella, though she knew what the answer would be.

"Nope," they both replied.

"And you two would have made such a cute couple," sighed Sirius, pretending to be disappointed.

James laughed. "Come on, Sirius, we know you don't want us to be friends. When we play pranks on each other again, you'll have the pleasure of egging us both on."

"Jamie-boy, sometimes I think that you can read minds."

"Funny thing really—I was thinking that Remus can."

They all laughed. Then James went over to Y/n and said, "Enemies?"

"Enemies...for now," said Y/N, hiding a smile.

"Hey!" exclaimed Sirius suddenly. "You didn't say, 'Enemies forever'!"

"That's right, Sirius," explained Y/n, smiling. "Because James and I know we won't be enemies forever."

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chapter four ❥ | original

"Y/n!" A familiar female voice was calling, and Y/n turned around and screamed, "Bella!"

"Hey n/n," greeted Arabella, watching her friend's h/c hair soar in the wind as she approached her. "Nice vacation, eh?"

"Best I've ever had," said Y/n, smiling. She was starting to remember the events of the summer.

Y/n was humming to herself as she watched the birds sing sweet songs on a nearby tree. It was always a hobby of hers, to watch birds. Suddenly, out of nowhere, something whooshed by, causing her to nearly fall of the edge of her bed. Now soaring through the sky were a couple of broomsticks. Y/N grinned, thinking that it was probably Arabella coming to save her from Petunia. Maybe Violet and Jennifer, her two other friends at Hogwarts, had come too.

As soon as she opened her window to let them in, it was no other than James Potter, her arch-nemesis at Hogwarts. Of course, he wasn't as bad as Severus Snape, the avid Gryffindor-hater, who also, unexpectedly and unfortunately, had an enormous crush on Lily.

"What are you doing here, Potter?" she hissed, glaring at the boy.

"I'm allowed to save you from y/s/n, aren't I?" He grinned that lop-sided grin of his. James Potter was your typically average popular boy, who was entering his second year like Y/n. He had jet-black hair, which ran untidy all over the place, called "the untamed forest" by Y/n. He also had soft brown eyes, which shined with mischief and bravery. He was thin and wiry, but he was very tall. Followed by him was none other than his first-hand mate, sidekick, and best friend, Sirius Black. Sirius looked a lot like his best friend, except he had longer black hair and grey eyes that had a mysterious glitter in them, but nevertheless, they were just as mischievous as James'.

Remus followed his two friends, smiling at Y/n gently. He was liked best of all among the girls (Y/n's group of friends). He had light brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, and a thin, tired face. Yet he had a gentle air around him, perhaps a bit eerie, but he was always so gentle, so kind, like a great healer. Peter, sadly, was gliding jerkily through the air, trying to hold on to his dear life. James and Sirius offered to let him share a broomstick with either of them, but Peter jauntily refused. He seemed to want to prove to Lily, who was the smartest witch of their age, no doubt, that he was something. Maybe not a lot, but something.

Arabella, Violet, and Jennifer had come soaring right after the boys and landed in Y/n's room as well. They rode on a broomstick – Lily assumed it was a large, family-sized one, and greeted Y/n with hugs.

"Girls," Sirius had muttered, "always showing such affection." But he had taken the statement back right away after Arabella gave him some "affection" of her own.

Y/n laughed. "Yep. Best summer I ever had."

"Best summer you'll ever have," corrected Arabella. "It's obvious the first summer after first year is more special than any other."

"Sure Bells—hey, there's Sirius!" She emphasized the last word, sending her best friend in fits.

Arabella and Sirius had their little "snog session", as Y/n often called it, and her e/c/s (Eye color that represents a stone, ex: Green emerald, blue sapphire, etc.) eyes traveled around until it sank into a pair of brown ones.

"James Potter," she said coolly.

"Y/n L/n," James said, just as coolly. Then he grinned again and motioned toward Remus, who was desperately trying to fight off a flirting Jennifer. "Looks like Dean's got it bad."

"Shut up, Potter," snapped Y/n irritably. "It's not every day Jennifer gets taken with a boy. In fact, she hates boys so much that I'm surprised she's even talking civilly to Remus."

"Violet's paired off with our Peter, too," said James, pretending to sigh wistfully, as he watched Peter awkwardly compliment a giggling Violet.

"Everyone's paired off," replied Y/n gloomily, and she looked rather sad.

"No one's as cute a couple as Y/n and James Potter," interrupted Sirius, walking towards them with a grin. He ducked as a shower of sparks hit him, and straightened up, with Arabella cuddling next to him.

"Sirius Black, don't you dare—" began Y/n, but James kissed Y/n unexpectedly. Y/n screamed and started to threaten him, but he just grinned and winked at Sirius.

"All right, what's going on here?" asked Y/n loudly.

Arabella shrugged. "Who knows. Boys are weird anyway. They never have an explanation for any of their actions."

An exclamation of "Hey!" came from the two boys, and both girls grinned.

"Let's go find Jennifer and Violet," suggested Y/n.

When both girls left, Sirius smiled at his friend. "So...you think Y/n L/n is totally gorgeous?"

James glowered at him. "Did I say that?"

"You want to."

He groaned. "Sirius, leave me alone."

Sirius shrugged. "Fine. But I'm telling you—if I break up with Bella, then I'm going after Y/n."

James waved his hand impatiently. "Whatever."

"Hey, show more consideration for your wife!"

James' jaw, literally, dropped to the floor. "B-but h-how d-did you know?" he stuttered. Then he frowned and asked, "Did L/n tell you?"

"Nope. I—er—accidentally overhead your conversation with Dumbledore. But y/n already knows that I know."

James groaned. "Why am I always the last to know everything?"

"Because, Jamie-boy, everything bad always happens to you first."

He snorted. "Yeah—like falling 'in love' with Deanna Jackson, probably the most hated girl in Gryffindor."

"She's attractive."

"Not to me."

"Ah, now only going for the h/c, are we?" Sirius smirked.

"You go for the brown-curled ones," retorted James. Then his smile widened. "Didn't like Arabella too much on the first day back on the train, did we?"

Sirius colored. "None of your business, James Potter."

James pretended to gasp. "Is Sirius Black being...*gasps from the audience*...serious?"

His best friend shook his head and said bleakly, "Ha, ha."

"What's so funny?" y/n had come back, closely tailed by her three friends.

"Nothing," James muttered.

"You're always so shy around y/n, James, are you sure nothing's up?" asked Arabella slyly.

Violet coughed, which made Jennifer automatically say, "Remus, can I talk to you for a moment?"

"No." Remus was right behind James and Sirius, causing the latter to jump. "I will not, Miss Jennifer Dean."

As if expecting it all along, Jennifer's face was impassive.

"We're going to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor," said Arabella hurriedly. "We have—er—a project to finish." Then they all scurried off to the ice cream parlor, leaving Y/n and James alone, standing there.

"They planned this whole thing up!" cried y/n angrily. "I knew Bella was up to something—she was writhing and squirming all over the place at breakfast."

James stared at y/n. Sirius was right, he thought. Y/n L/n is gorgeous. Most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life – but we're still enemies, of course. He thought he heard a snort in the back of his head that said, "Yeah, right, Jamie-boy."

"I'm not Jamie-boy and I don't think y/n L/n is gorgeous!" Y/n stared in surprise at James' outburst, and the boy blushed furiously.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

The whole lot of Diagon Alley was staring at him. Many of the bystanders were Hogwarts students, and some of them snickered and a few whispered to each other that James Potter, the most wanted and admired boy in school, liked Y/n L/n, the prettiest and cleverest girl at Hogwarts.

"Er—" Y/n was staring at James, puzzled. No one had said that she was gorgeous—probably Sirius had put a charm on him to repeat the words "Jamie-boy, you know Y/n L/n is gorgeous" in his head.

"Shall we join our friends?" asked James, still red in the face. As they went to the ice cream parlor where their friends were, many girls flirted with James non-stop; fluttering their eyelashes and giggling like idiots. Y/n looked thoroughly depressed by all the attention that she was getting as well. Nearly every boy—even fourth and fifth years—were staring at her with a mixture of astonishment and intensity. Suddenly, Severus Snape, the famous hater of Gryffindor, had come up to her, looking into her eyes pleadingly.

"Y/n!" he exclaimed happily. "How pleasant to see you!" He eyed her body in approval. Then he looked over at James and frowned.

"What are you doing here, Potter?"

"I've come to buy my school supplies, Snape, you idiot," snapped James. He was obviously in a very bad mood. "Why, is that illegal?"

"It looks like you were harassing my Y/n," spat the greasy-haired boy. He emphasized on the 'my'.

"For heavens' sake, I'm not yours, Snape!" cried Y/n. She had enough of the oily Slytherin as well.

Snape was taken aback. Y/n had never lost control like that to him before. He concluded that Potter had indeed messed around with the poor girl's brain and decided to make an offer involving improper advances to L/n before Evan Rosier could find him.

"So, y/n," he began, "would you like to have a 'visit' to my dormitory today?"

"Thinking of shagging her, Snape?" spat James menacingly. Snape was taken aback.

"Well!" he exclaimed, but his tone was unusually high. "I certainly do not know how you came up with such a theory, Potter, but I can assure you—"

"No thank you, Severus," snapped y/n, "I would not like to visit your dormitory. No doubt that you do want me to crawl into bed with you, and McGonagall or Hurst catching me. Besides, it's against school rules: no Inter-House common room visits."

James sighed in relief. For a fleeting moment, he thought that Y/n would accept Snape's offer just to make him jealous. But he wouldn't be, of course – would he?

"Hello? Earth to James!" It was Sirius, and he was grinning like a maniac.

James was back on earth again. Then he broke into a tirade.

"How dare you leave me alone with L/n, Sirius Black! What were you thinking?"

Sirius was taken back at James clearly furious face. "It wasn't my plan, it was my Bella's and all her friends' plan. I swear I had nothing to do with it!" His face was pale as James' cold face stared furiously at his.

Finally, James gave up. Maybe Sirius was telling the truth for once in his life. "Fine, forget about it."

Sirius grinned. "That's Jamie-boy for you. Always had a big heart."

"Sirius, do me a favor and stop the sappy stuff."

"Whatever you say."

James decided to change the subject. After all, they were going nowhere with this conversation. "Did you ever wonder why Remus disappears every month?"

Sirius furrowed his brow. "Didn't he say his mother was ill and he had to go home to see her?" he asked, almost doubtfully.

"Yeah—but Dumbledore wouldn't allow a student to go home just because his mother was ill, would he?"

"No...but Dumbledore's always been the kind and understanding headmaster, so I wouldn't count on it. But it's funny, really, how poor Remus looks like he doesn't get enough sleep at all. I'm sure if he did go home to visit his mother, he would get a good rest."

James' head snapped up. "I think I've got it!"

"Got what?"

"The answer to Remus' mysterious disappearances!"

"Have you? What is it?"

"Well...I don't exactly have the answer, but I know how to find out. Here, give me a piece of parchment."

Sirius handed his best friend a piece of parchment, wondering vaguely if his friend had gone bonkers. James was scribbling down on his parchment eagerly, and Sirius leaned in to see what he was writing.

Remus disappears every month.

Remus seems awkward whenever we bring up the subject of why he disappears, so it must be something he really doesn't want us all to know.

I notice that whenever he disappears, the moon is full because he always glances at it wistfully.

Sirius stared at the piece of parchment. "What does this all mean?" he asked eagerly.

James shrugged. "I have no idea."

A week later, it was September 1st, and King's Cross was jammed with hundreds of Hogwarts students trying to get on Platform 9 ¾. Y/n was pushing her cart with her trunk and owl, Hannah, in it, while struggling to have her mum stop crying.

"Mum," she sighed, exasperated. "Stop crying. I'll come home for the Christmas and Easter holidays if you want."

Her mother had stopped crying at once. "Would you, dear? Yes...I'll stop crying; you coming home will do me good..." She sniffed.

Y/n rolled her eyes. "Well, I have to go, I still have fifteen minutes before the train leaves."

Her dad turned to Y/s/n, who was, as usual, sulking at a corner. "Y/s/n, say goodbye to your sister," he said sternly.

"No," replied Y/s/n defiantly. "Why should I? She said she was coming home for Christmas and Easter holidays."

Before the L/n's could say another word, Y/n pushed her cart between Platforms Nine and Ten, hearing distinct yells and noises behind her. Probably Mum and Dad yelling at Y/s/n for being so 'rude' to her sister, she thought, grinning. She ran with all her might through the barrier, until the words "Platform nine-and-three-quarters" were hanging above her head.

"Y/n! There you are!" It was her best friend, Arabella, calling and waving to her frantically. Behind her, Jennifer and Violet, Y/ n's other two friends, we're happy to see her again.

"Hey Bella, Jen, Violet!" greeted Y/n enthusiastically. "Sorry I couldn't get here earlier; Mum was crying her eyes out again. 'Fraid I have to go home over the Christmas and Easter holidays—promised Mum."

Arabella's face looked downcast, but she brightened up again. "So...will you and James get together again?"

"No." Y/n sighed in resentment and impatience. Why were her friends so caught up in matchmaking them?

"Y/n Flower!" She turned around to see James Potter's circle of Marauders run towards her in excitement.

"Hello Y/n," greeted Remus affectionately. Y/N had always liked Remus best of them all; he was always so gentle and understanding.

"Hi Remus," said Y/n, smiling at the tired boy. Then she turned to Peter and Sirius. "Hey, Peter, Sirius."

They both greeted her, and Y/n purposely ignored the fourth member and ringleader of them all.

"Hi L/n." It was James, and he was sporting his usual lopsided grin.

"Potter," was all Y/n said. She disliked – no, hated, James Potter from the moment she met him a year ago at King's Cross. The six other friends sensed a hatred silence between them and stood awkwardly aside.

Then James nudged Sirius, and the boys filed into the train and went in search of an empty compartment. The girls found an empty one just at the end of the train and collapsed into the seats tiredly.

"Y/s/n bore you to death, N/n?" asked Arabella, yawning.

"Yep. She wouldn't say goodbye to me at the train station, so I think I heard my mum and dad yell at her when I was out of earshot."

All four girls laughed. The compartment door slid open and the four Marauders came barging in.

"We need to sit here," said James shortly. "All the others are full."

"Are you sure you're just saying that so you can sit with Y/n, James?" asked Arabella sweetly. James colored and glared at her.

"Can we?" asked Sirius hopefully. He looked mighty tired from all the searching.

"Sure, why not?" Y/n scooted over a seat, as did the rest of the girls.

"Thanks." The boys all sat down, looking exhausted.

As time passed, the train was speeding up quickly. The countryside surroundings had passed and they were going deeper and deeper into a thick forest. Remus, Violet, Jennifer, and Peter were fast asleep, so Y/n, Arabella, James, and Sirius started a discussion about Remus' mysterious disappearances.

The girls looked at each other apprehensively. "We—er—know what's wrong with Remus," said Y/n uncomfortably.

James and Sirius stared at them. "Well—go on—tell us! We don't care if it's something terrible."

Finally, Y/n said, "Remus—Remus is a..." She kept her voice low so only the four of them could hear, "a werewolf."

James and Sirius went pale. Then James shrugged indifferently and said, "How come he's never told us before?"

Arabella was astonished. "You mean, you don't—you don't care?"

The boys were annoyed. "Why would we care? It's not his fault!"

Y/n and Arabella looked at each other delightedly. "He never told any of us because he was afraid that we'd dump him as a friend. Of course, we'd never, ever..."

"How'd you girls figure it out?" asked Sirius curiously.

"Y/n," answered Arabella simply. "She's the genius, you know."

Y/n shrugged. "I just figured out that Remus leaves at every full moon, and the only thing that does that is a werewolf. Jen and Violet know too. Bit of a nasty shock for Jen at first, but she was only wondering, like yourselves, why Remus never told any of us."

"Remus is a great friend, he doesn't think we're that shallow, does he?"

"Many people are frightened of werewolves, you know."

"But—we're still his friends—"

"All right, end of discussion!" said Arabella loudly, causing both Remus and Peter to stir. Remus sat up, rubbing his eyes, and glancing around at all the serious faces.

"What is this, a funeral?" he asked, trying to make a joke out of it. When he saw that no one laughed or budged, he asked, "why the long faces?"

"Why didn't you ever tell us, Remus?" asked James quietly.

"Tell you what?" asked Remus, confused.

"Tell us that you're a werewolf," finished Arabella quietly.

Remus nearly fell out of his seat. "How did you...how did you..." he spluttered.

"Mostly thanks to Y/n," informed Jennifer coolly.

Remus was shaking harder than ever. Y/n's face softened and she frowned at the angry James and Sirius and nudged them hard in the ribs.

"Remus," she began gently, "we don't care if you're a werewolf. You're still the same sweet Remus we've all known, and it doesn't make much of a difference what you are."

"But..." Remus looked around at James, Sirius, and Peter, and they were all grinning. Then he looked over to the girls and they were smiling as well.

"I thought I'd lose you guys as friends," he said slowly. "I mean, I've never really had friends before because my whole neighborhood knew that I was a werewolf, so they forbid the children to go near me. Not that any of the kids wanted to; they were afraid of me, too. So when I came to Hogwarts, I found you guys and you all are the best friends I've ever had. So if you found out...what I was, you'd dump me."

"We'd never," the seven chorused together serious. Even Sirius was looking solemn for a moment.

Remus grinned. "You guys are the best."

"You mean the girls are the best," corrected Y/n, grinning in feigned mock shock.

"The girls are the best, then," he said, smiling widely at his friends' shocked faces.

"Boys are better than girls and you know it," retorted Sirius, pretending to be angry with Y/n.

"Aww...you know Bella can change your perspective on anything," mocked Violet. They all looked at her in surprise. Violet was usually the quiet and sensible one of the lot.

"Good job, Violet," lauded Jennifer. "Soon you can properly mock the dog-boy."

The four girls burst out laughing, and even the boys sniggered. Sirius flushed.

"Hey, at least half my gang aren't flowers," he said quickly.

Y/n and Violet looked at each other. It was true, but they had never noticed it before.

Then Arabella spoke up, smiling flirtatiously at Sirius. "Sirius, dear, you really must calm yourself down. These are my friends you're mocking!"

Sirius gave a low bow. "But of course, m'dear Figg."

Everyone laughed. Then their compartment door slid open and Severus Snape came in with Rosier, Avery, Lestrange, Wilkes, and one other boy with slick blond hair that they didn't know. Snape was looking very authoritative and oily as he entered.

"My dear Y/n," he began, smirking. "Wouldn't you like to join us?"

Y/n stared at Snape wearily. "No thank you, Severus. I'd rather hang with my friends if you'd be so kind..."

"Told you this wouldn't work, Severus," muttered the blonde boy. "What were you thinking anyway?"

"Y-y/n's nice," stuttered Snape. "Better than most Gryffindors, anyway."

Y/n stood up angrily. "Is that what you think of me as, Snape? Just 'better than most Gryffindors'? Well, let me tell you something! If you're not sticking around here to be friendly, then leave."

The rest of the friends stared at the h/c. They had never seen her temper rise like that – not even with James.

Avery stiffened. "Come, Snape, Lucius, we're not sticking here to associate with Mudbloods."

James jumped and whipped out his wand. "What did you call her?"

Avery sneered. "A Mudblood. Got a problem with that, Potter?"

"It's not a problem I only have. It's a problem that nearly the whole school would have, if they heard you – except with your dirty House, of course."

Lestrange stood right in front of Avery and narrowed his eyes at the black-haired boy. "Slytherin is not a dirty House, Potter. For your information, I think that your stupid House, Gryffindor, should really be eliminated from Hogwarts. There's really no need to have Mudbloods in the school. Oh, and your headmaster should be rid of too – the nasty Mudblood and Muggle-lover, Dumbledore."

Sirius suddenly stood up and shook with anger. "Don't you dare insult Dumbledore! He's the greatest headmaster Hogwarts has ever had! So who do you idiots want as headmaster? Barty Crouch?"

Wilkes, who was watching the conversation, spat, "Of course not, he's outspoken against the Dark Side, that's not we want –" He was cut off by a distinct "Shh!" from his friends.

"Trying to get Y/n to join your precious Dark Side, are you?" shouted Arabella. "Well, I won't have any of that!" She furiously drew out her wand and pointed it at the Slytherins. A few red and gold sparks shot out of them and the sulking Slytherins left the compartment.

"That was brilliant, Bella dear!" cried Sirius. "Those good for nothing ba—"

James coughed, knowing that Sirius was going to let his language get the better of him. Sirius blushed and said quickly, "Er—sorry 'bout that."

"I'm glad that we won't be seeing much of them at Hogwarts," said Jennifer defensively.

"There's still Double Potions," said Y/n moodily. Everyone groaned.

"And we have to eat meals in the same place as them," added Peter.

"Peter!" they all shouted.

"Oops, sorry."

The eight of them all laughed again, waiting for a fresh new year to start at Hogwarts.

"Look at this! A week after school starts and our homework pile is piling up!" complained James Potter, throwing up his hands in frustration. "How does L/n finish all this?"

"She doesn't procrastinate like you do, Jamie-boy," said a work-absorbed Sirius Black lazily, as he tried to concentrate on remembering all the Potions antidotes. Finally, he threw up his hands in the air like James had done, causing the new first years to be startled.

"God, Hurst is trying to kill us, he is! How does he expect me to remember all these?" Sirius shoved a long piece of parchment into James, revealing a whole long list of complicated Potions antidotes.

"He doesn't," said James. "He's just trying to make everything harder so that we can all fail. Then when he sees the Slytherins failing, he can just change their answers so it'll look like they memorized them better than us. 'Course, L/n isn't clever enough to figure this out so she studies anyway."

"Stupid git," muttered Sirius. James looked delighted.

"You mean L/n?"

"No, you moron, I was talking about Hurst!"

"Oh." James sounded dejected and went back to scanning his own Potions notes.

"Hey Jamie-boy, can I borrow your Potions notes?" asked Sirius, after a while of silence.

"Why?" asked James suspiciously. "Don't you have your own?"

"Of course I do," snapped Sirius. "I just want to use yours, since I take the worst notes in Potions. In fact"—he showed James his Potions 'notes'—"I don't really have much on those stupid antidotes."

"Sirius, you don't have anything on them!" cried James. "What do you do all Potions class? Drool at Arabella?"

"Pretty much."

"Wait 'till L/n hears this and she'll have a fit."

"I'm so scared."

"Yeah, right you are."

"Hey, L/n has a pretty high temper gauge, you know!"

"I know," said James, wincing, as he remembered several painful experiences.

"Will you guys shut up for a minute?" hissed Remus, impatiently, rubbing his forehead in concentration. "I'm trying to memorize these antidotes here!"

"Sorry, Remus," apologized James. "But don't you realize what Hurst is trying to make us do?"

"Fail?" suggested the tired boy.

"Exactly. So we shouldn't study!"

"Er—right."

"I think that you should study for everything," said a stern voice from behind them. A weary-looking h/c was glaring at the four boys.

"Hi Y/n!" said Sirius enthusiastically. "How're you doing today?"

"Fine," was all Y/n managed to say, before she glared at James.

"You would do a bit better if you actually studied," she snapped ferociously.

James was taken aback. "Aww, come on Y/n, you think the high and mighty James Potter would actually study?"

"No. But you should...if you're going to pass the second year." Y/n smirked.

"I'm calling Deanna!" whined James.

Y/n snorted. "Think again, boy, because Deanna's with another boy now." She pointed to a corner of the common room, where Deanna was flirting with a blushing fourth year.

"Who's that?" snarled James.

"I think that's Kevin Patil," replied Remus, squinting at the couple.

"You should've paid more attention to her, Jamie-boy. Now she's dumped you for that fourth year."

"Whatever." James looked extremely put-off at the prospect of a girl dumping him but began to hyperventilate at the announcement of Quidditch try-outs at the end of the week.

"We certainly need better players!" he roared enthusiastically, as he dragged Sirius to the battered bulletin board. They were in need of one Chaser, one Beater, and a Keeper since the three of those players who played last year graduated from Hogwarts.

"Quidditch," said James loudly, so that Y/n could hear him, "is something that L/n cannot do."

"Shut up, Potter," snapped Y/n  grumpily, as she studied her Potions notes again.

"L/n insulted me!" cried James, causing several girls to look up and glare at Y/n.

"Potter is an egotistical idiot," muttered y/n, before retiring to her dormitory for the night. Arabella followed her but shot daggers at James before walking up the staircase.

Sirius frowned after her. "Now look what you did, Jamsie. The girls are turning against us."

"Shh! Sirius, I have a brilliant plan to help Remus."

Sirius' eyes widened. "How?" he whispered excitedly.

James showed him his careful Transfiguration notes that he took that day and whispered excitedly, "Animagi."

The two began whispering and plotting excitedly until Peter stepped up to them, frowning. "What are you talking about?"

The two boys looked at each other and let Peter in on the conversation. After what seemed like hours of plotting, they decided to wake up Remus and tell him their "ingenious" plan.

"Remus!" The three boys shook Remus, who was asleep in an armchair by the fire.

"Wha—What?" he murmured sleepily. The boys then began discussing their plan to Remus, who listened, wide-eyed.

"You mean—become Animagi? For...for me?"

"Of course," stated James. "Why is that so unusual?"

"You'd really do that for me?"

"'Course." The three boys nodded in assent.

Remus broke into a true smile that lit up his whole face. "You guys are the best friends anyone could ever have."

It was just another day in Gryffindor Tower with Y/n L/n and James Potter screaming the House down. Their friends sighed, knowing that there was no way they'd get together—even as friends.

"When do you think they'll become friends?"

"Never, I expect."

"For some reason, I can imagine them both being Head Boy and Girl."

"Funny really—that is imaginable."

The six friends were huddled together in a plot to get y/n and James as friends. Arabella, who knew Y/n all too well, and Sirius, who knew James all too well, said that it was impossible.

"They'll get along in their fourth or fifth year," said Arabella lazily, yawning. "Our Y/n is too stubborn. She's one flower that's not iris-like and pure – at least most of the time."

Meanwhile, Y/n and James were on the other side of the common room, screaming at each other as usual.

"If you didn't dye my hair blue, then I wouldn't have poured black ink on your Transfiguration homework! Besides, you should be grateful it was a subject you're decent at; if it was Charms, then you'd take all night to re-do it!"

"Why can't you be like the other girls?" shot back James. "Then you wouldn't want revenge from me all the time!"

"Because I don't want to be 'another flower of the valley'!" shouted Y/n. "Do you want me to be someone like Deanna?"

"Good point," muttered Sirius from the armchair.

"I HEARD THAT SIRIUS BLACK!" yelled James, who suddenly cast his attention on his best friend.

Arabella tutted loudly. "And to think he could hear with all that commotion he's making."

"I'M WARNING YOU FIGG! ONE MORE WORD AND I'LL..."

They heard Y/n giggle. "Come on, Potter, you're scaring the common room." She nudged her head to a group of frightened-looking first years and a pair of harassed-looking sixth years.

"Hush L/n," snapped James.

"Ooh, touchy."

"Shut it, L/n," repeated James, growling.

"Would you tackle a girl?" asked Y/n sweetly, batting her eyelashes at James.

"If it was someone like you, yes."

"That hurts."

"Good."

"Would you really hurt a lady?" asked Y/n, pouting. Boys around the common room were staring at Lily intensely.

"Stop staring!" hissed Arabella, waving her arm around the common room.

"And if you think my Bella's pretty, she's already taken," added Sirius.

Remus and Jennifer burst out laughing, and Violet smiled.

"You guys are crazy," stated Y/n, collapsing into a squashy armchair by the fire, looking tired.

"Hey L/n, tired of our fight?" called James, smirking.

"Yeah, Potter, I'm tired of looking at your face the whole time," replied Y/n wearily, with a huge grin on her face.

James frowned. "Hey!"

"Yeah...you'll improve if you'd actually brush your hair once a week." The girls giggled and James was angry.

"Hey, you try to brush down hair like mine! It runs in the family!"

"And to think why girls fall for you," said Y/n, pretending to sigh with confusion.

"Hey N/n, you said yourself that you thought James was cute and that you knew why girls were all over him," said Sirius suddenly, his eyes gleaming. He winked at James from across the common room and James' frown slowly turned into a smile again.

"I was still a first year," snapped Y/n, impatiently. "Besides, you guys should be working on the homework Professor McGonagall gave us; it's not going to do it itself—"

"—unless you do it for us," finished James with an air of triumph.

"How about this for an answer—no."

"I'll do your Transfiguration homework if you do my Charms."

Y/n thought for a minute. "No."

"Come on, you're almost as bad as Violet at the subject."

"Hey!" cried Violet. "I'm not that horrible, you're just—"

"Shut it, Potter, I'm not that bad. At least—I'm behind Remus on it."

"Peter's better," sniggered Sirius.

Y/n glared at him. "You're supposed to be on my side, Black! You Benedict Arnold!"

Sirius furrowed his brow. "Benedict who?"

"Never mind, Muggle stuff."

"Benedict Arnold was a traitor for the American Revolution," piped up Remus. Everyone around the room stared at him and he cowered lower. "Er—I read Muggle books," he supplied hopefully.

"Please enlighten us Professor Lupin!" squeaked James.

Remus stared at him. "Professor Lupin? Where'd that come from?"

James shrugged. "L/n and I saw this thing that Dumbledore had that showed some of the future, and you were the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. And you, Sirius"—he looked around at his friend—"you're some kind of an infamous person because whenever people said your name, they shivered and frowned."

"Cool!" said Sirius enthusiastically.

"It is not cool, Sirius," said Y/n, joining in the conversation. "Even"—she shuddered—" even the Harry kid, who's supposed to be our son, called you 'Black'. And James said he wanted you as godfather!"

Sirius frowned. "Really?"

"Yep."

"So..."

"You're probably in Azkaban and then escaped," put in James.

Y/n shot him a nasty look. "That's something nice to think about."

"Isn't it? Sirius Black, the most infamous prisoner Azkaban has ever held! Has a nice ring to it, don't you think? Sirius Black...hey, you know, Sirius-boy, your name even sounds like a criminal one!"

"Er—right. And what's up with Sirius-boy? That's one hell of a lame nickname, Jamie-boy."

"See! See! You call me Jamie-boy, so I..." James trailed off, grinning evilly. "How about Siri-boy?"

"I like it!" exclaimed Arabella, who suddenly had awakened from being asleep on their conversation. "It has a nice ring to it...Siri-boy."

"Bells." Sirius pouted.

Y/n smiled and ruffled Sirius' trim black hair. "Well, I better get back to work. Got that nasty Transfiguration essay to do." She groaned and went back to her table, which was spread out with heaps of parchment and heavy books.

Arabella saw James glaring at Sirius with jealousy and teased, "Aww...jealous, are we?"

James' head immediately shot back to her. "Jealous?"

"You're jealous that Y/n ruffled Sirius' hair. You want N/n to do it to you, do you?"

James blushed, though it was true. For some reason, he always felt as though he should pull a prank or tease Y/n when she was around, while he didn't feel anything when other girls were around.

"Considering, are we?" Arabella smirked.

"Considering to tell you (1) you're an idiot or (2) you're a mind-reader."

"Option 2 is a nice choice," said Arabella, grinning devilishly. "So...you were thinking that Y/n is a gorgeous h/c?"

"Eh...no."

Arabella snorted and muttered something like "egotistical idiot". Then she leaned over and whispered into James' ear, "Go to y/n and tell her that I have something to tell her."

James was annoyed. "Why would I do that?"

"Because...I'll give you a hug. Or a kiss."

"That makes me even more disgusted."

"Okay fine, do it and I'll give you five Knuts."

"You're on!" Then James scuttled towards Y/n, who was writing her last sentence, finishing her Transfiguration essay.

"Hey L/n."

Y/n looked up. "What do you want, Potter? Come to bother me again."

"Er—actually, Figg over there wants to talk to you."

"Oh. And you did this for her? Aww...you have a little crush on my best friend?"

James made a face. "No. Because she'd pay me five Knuts if I did it for her."

Y/n  gave a disappointed sigh. "All right then." She left her Transfiguration essay on the table, the ink still glistening, and went to find Arabella. "And don't you dare touch my essay, Potter! If you mess it up, you'll have to write it again for me!"

James, indeed, was planning to ruin Y/ n's essay, but a thought of doom occurred to him. If he did destroy it, Evans would make him rewrite the essay for her. And if he refused, she'd try and curse him, but if he still refused to write that essay...then she'd probably tell McGonagall. And McGonagall liked Evans better.

"Fine, I won't ruin it!" yelled James.

Y/n smirked and focused her attention on Bella again. "What is it you want to tell me, Bells?"

Arabella looked around the common room to see if anyone was eavesdropping. Then, satisfied, she smiled at Y/n serenly.

"How about we get Remus and Jennifer together?"

Y/n's rosy mouth opened in surprise, but it quickly parted into an evil grin identical to the one Arabella was wearing on her face. "You're on, girl."

"And then they could help me get you and James together."

"You will not do that Arabella Figg! Or I won't help you get Jen and Remus together."

Arabella sighed. "Oh fine, I won't. But it was a nice thought at first."

a/n; So...how did you like this chapter? I thought it was a bit weird and sorry if I didn't include much of the summer! I will include it for the second years and the rest.

tags; @thecurlyhairedwinchester