#angel percy is on my drawer

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[adrienneleclerc]

hi hi! i’m not sure if your requests are open at the minute, but if they are, could i request safe wording during sex with xavier?

like getting overwhelmed and safewording

either running to the bathroom and him having to coax her out or just fluffy comfort :)

Hey hey hey! My requests are always open until I’m over my crush on Percy Hynes White which I don’t really see happening anytime soon 😂😂. I don’t write smut BUT I’LL TRY!! I have read a lot to know, hope you like it!

Safe Word

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Hispanic!Reader

Summary: Y/N gets overwhelmed during an intimate moment with Xavier

Warning: smut, poorly written smut to be more specific

A/N: Ive read a lot of smut so hopefully I know what I’m doing, my Masterlist is pinned on my blog for more content

It was after the Rave’N dance, Y/N and Xavier were in his dorm after they showered.

“Thanks for letting me leave my shower products in your bathroom, its so much easier this way.” Y/N said, drying/scrunching (depending on your hair texture, mine is wavy/curly) her hair with an old t-shirt of hers (it’s healthier that way). She’s wearing her bathrobe she also keeps in Xavier’s bathroom.

“Yeah, of course, sweetheart. You looked beautiful in that dress.” Xavier said, pulling her closer to him by her waist.

“Thank you, sadly those normie boys ruined it. I don’t think it’s easy getting rid of red paint off a white dress.” Y/N said, throwing the t/shirt somewhere and holding onto Xavier’s shoulders.

“You had no idea how much I wanted to rip that dress off of you.” Xavier said, pulling her down so now Y/N was straddling Xavier’s lap. Xavier began whispering in Y/N’s ear “I wanna try something new, you up for that?”

“What kind of something?” Y/N asks.

“Nothing too crazy, just a little something, overstimulation.” Xavier said. Y/N was a little skeptical since they’ve done edging/orgasm denial before but never overstimulation. “Do you trust me?”

“Yeah, of course I trust you.” Y/N said. That’s when Xavier started kissing her, as the kiss got more heated, he untied her bathroom to nothing underneath and Xavier just stared at her in awe. “What? It’s not like I keep any clean underwear in your drawers.” Y/N said. Xavier took her bathrobe off and lifted her his lap so now she was laying down on the bed. Xavier began taking off his shirt, Y/N started grazing his abs (if he has because Percy says he doesn’t go to the gym so let’s imagine he does) as Xavier kisses Y/N again.

Xavier is left in boxers and he goes into one of his drawers to take out a blindfold and a vibrator that he bought specifically for this special occasion

“You ready, sweetheart?” Xavier asked as he got on the bed again. He tied the blindfold on Y/N, covering her eyes obviously. Xavier moved his hand in front of her to make sure she can’t see anything. Xavier got a towel from the bathroom, lofted Y/N’s hips so now the towel was under her. That’s when Xavier started planting kisses in her body, going from her cheeks, lips, and neck, trailing down to her breasts and stomach. He then placed kisses on her inner thighs, nibbling a little. When he noticed that Y/N wasn’t wet, he went up again to start kissing and giving hickeys on her breasts. When he heard her moan, he smiled knowing that he’s doing a good job pleasing his girl. “Remember the safe word, Angel?” Xavier asked as he began sucking on her left nipple.

“Um, peach.” Y/N said in between moans.

“Good girl.” Xavier said as he went back to work. He took his finger so her slit and noticed she was wet. Xavier kissed down her stomach again and then gave a kitten lick on her slit, making Y/N shiver in pleasure. Xavier continued eating her out until she orgasmed on his tongue. Xavier kept licking making sure nothing was leaking out. That’s when he turned on the vibrator, the lady at the store said it was their best seller because it was so potent. Xavier switched it on the lowest setting and held it against her now engorged clit and once Y/N felt the vibration, she shrieked because they have never used a vibrator before, this sensation was entirely new.

The vibrator went down to her slit and Xavier raised the vibration level to medium and Y/N was a moaning mess, Xavier pushed the vibrator in Y/N and once it was all the way in technically speaking, he raised it to the highest level. He began an in and out motion with the vibratory, moving it so it can hit her g-spot and once it did, Y/N began shaking until she got another orgasm pulled out of her. Y/N was breathing heavily. Xavier kissed her again. He then pulled down his boxers because he has been hard since he ate her out. He pumped his cock a little until precum was leaking and slowly entered Y/N. Both of them released a moan. When Y/N was comfortable with the size he began moving back and forth gently. But after a while, he began getting rougher, holding Y/N’s wrists down, he then grabbed both of her wrists with right hand, his hands are that big, and grabbed the vibrator and turned it on the lowest setting with left hand and held it against her clit.

With the blindfold on, everything that Xavier is doing to her is much more intense than before. So the fact that Xavier is getting rougher than he usually is with her, the overstimulation, it became too much.

“Peach.” Y/N said but Xavier didn’t hear, too focused on his pleasure so he continued until he heard it again. “Peach, peach, peach!” Y/N said louder and Xavier let go of her wrists, pulled out completely and turned off the vibrator. Y/N then took of the blindfold, put her robe back on, then went to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Y/N looked herself in the mirror, she noticed that she had tears in her eyes. It was just too much for her to bear, it wasn’t something she was used to. There was a knock on the door.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” Xavier asked,

“I’m okay, Flaquito, don’t worry.” Y/N asked.

“You’re not okay, your voice is wavering.” Xavier said. Y/N then blew her nose.

“I’m fine.” Y/N said,

“If You’re fine, Can i come in?” Xavier asked.

“Can you give me some alone time, Xavi, please? That’s all I ask, just some space.” Y/N said. Xavier felt a little hurt that she wanted space from him but he understood.

“Yeah, that’s perfectly fine, love, take your time.” Xavier said. Xavier got dressed but he was still hard since he didn’t get to orgasm. 20 minutes later, Y/N was still in the bathroom. “Y/N, come out, please. We can watch Shrek.” That’s when Y/N popped her head out.

“In Spanish? As in ‘tú conoces a pin pon’ Shrek?” Y/N asked.

“Whatever you want, darling.” Xavier said. Y/N got out of the bathroom and immediately hugged Xavier.

“I am so sorry, guapo.” Y/N muttered.

“Why are you sorry, sweet girl?” Xavier asked, holding Y/N’s face.

“I’m sorry I used the safe word, I know you wanted to try something new but this was the first time we used a vibrator and also the first time you were kinda rough with him.” Y/N explained. When Xavier heard the last part, he immediately held her right hand and lifted the sleeve of her robe to see that there were red marks on them. Xavier kissed her right wrist and did the same with the left one.

“My love, the safe word is out in place for a reason, don’t be sorry for using it. I am so sorry I didn’t hear you the first time. And I’m sorry I hurt you.” Xavier said.

“Xavi…you do know that when you lose one sense, the others are heightened? So since I couldn’t see anything, I felt everything more intense. So the vibrator, my orgasms, you, it was too much.” Y/N said, Xavier put his head down in shame, it was too much too fast, he should’ve known that. “Hey, Don’t even think about blaming yourself, it’s fine, I’m fine. Just keep in mind for next time, okay?” Y/N said. Xavier nodded and they kissed. When Y/N went to straddle him, Xavier stopped her.

“I never got to orgasm so…” Xavier said.

“Oh I’m sorry, do you want me to help you out?” Y/N asked.

“No, angel, you relax, I’m gonna…how do you say it. Voy a llamar a Manuela, okay?” Xavier said and he went to the bathroom. Y/N giggled and decided to wear one of Xavier’s shirts as she got under his comforter to put Shrek in Spanish on his TV. When Xavier got back, he went under the comforter too, wrapped his arm around Y/N and kissed her forehead.

The End

So in Latin America, when you say “voy a llamar a Manuela” or “llama a Manuela” it means to rub one out. I just find the phrase hilarious 😂

[the-pinstriped-hood]

Midnight Shenanigans

This Fic includes @rottent33th's OC Ellie, @slaasherslut's OC Ava and my OC Percy

All other characters are Canon to House of Wax 2005

TW: drunken shenanigans, boyfriend chasing, mentions of sex and alcohol

The door opened to find the girl cheering as they entered Percy's house.

This was the first big get together the girls have had to get to know each other in between the Tourist murder.

The usually clean living room was filled with a blanket fort, fluffy pristine pillows, wine, alcoholic Hot chocolate warming in a crockpot and tons of sweets and snacks with the first episode of the Golden girls all quued up on her TV.

"Percy, way to roll out the red carpet honey!" Ava laughed, setting her backpack down by the door.

"You really set all of this up yourself?" Ellie asked, removing her shoes.

"Nah, I bribed Bo with dinner for helping me before kicking him out. This is a hen's only party."

The door shut behind them. "Feel free to set your bags in my room which is two doors on your right and the bathroom is right across if you need it. I'll be in the kitchen."

Ava and Ellie were left alone as their hostess left their side to go tend to last minute food options.

The house was quite large, lavish bed and furniture is looked vintage. Four poster bed with a canopy, older wooden furniture with polished brass finish and an old Gramophone in the corner.

"is it just me or is Percy secretly rich?" Ava peeked inside the bathroom. Polished tile floor with a beautiful clawfoot bathtub, smelling like lavender. Everything in this house was very old looking.

"Well, I mean she is a writer, Ava....it makes sense..."

The girls returned to Percy where she was enjoying a glass of wine with her cat, Macavity.

"Welcome back girls, enjoy your self guided tour?" Percy smiled, sipping her wine as the ginger feline wound his way between the girls legs.

"Aww, hi kitty!" Ellie bent down. "You're a cutie, just like Salem!"

"Sorry about snooping, Perc. Couldn't help it." The guitarist sat down.

Percy shrugged. "Couldn't be helped. Curiosity is what drives us humans after all..are we ready to begin?"

Ava poured herself a mug of the hot cocoa and the trio settled in for their marathon.

-------------------- 2 hours later ----------------

Percy was nursing her second glass of wine between peppermint bon bons when there came a noise from her bedroom. She checked over to the girls and saw Ellie was asleep on the couch with Macavity and Ava shared a soft look with Percy.

"Go take a look at what that was, I'll be right back..."

Ava quietly crept down the tiled hall down to the master bedroom and peeked in cracking the door open slightly.

A hunched figure was rummaging through Percy's drawers. The light was off so Ava couldn't see.

Ava almost screamed as Percy covered her mouth. "Stay here."

There was a glint of silver in the Novelist's hand as she slammed the door open and turned on the light. "Hold it right there!" Percy announced loudly.

The figure was now more clear. His usual t bird cap and mechanics jumper was all too familiar. "Beauregard Sawyer Sinclair, drop what you have in your hands, put your hands up and turn around."

Bo chuckled. "Damn...."

There was no mistaking that crooked southern smile. "Hi angel...." A pair of Percy's silk panties dropped to the floor.

"A panty raid? Really, Bo?" Percy asked tone less than surprised to see her paramour rummaging around her drawers and setting her letter opener down on the table beside her.

Bo dropped his hands into his pockets. "Couldn't help it...it was just such an enticing idea..."

"One you conjured up in that depraved mind I take it?"

"Maybe?"

"Why do I get the sense you-"

Ellie screamed alerted the girls.

"Looks like that's my cue to leave darlin, see you later my angel~" he winked, grabbing the stolen loot and dove back out the window as the girls ran towards the scream to find Vincent and Lester hightailing behind the Eldest Sinclair with their respective girlfriends stolen loot.

"Motherfuckers!!" Percy hissed, pulling the door open and dead sprinting after them.

Tag: @cries-in-latino @allthingsblood

[aethelflaedladyofmercia]

The Fourth Book

Written for @do-it-with-style-events "Who Needs A Great Plan" event, Day 1, for the prompt "Four."

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The man pulled a copy of The Tale of Two Cities off the shelf.

“Crowley…” Aziraphale said, eyes locked on the young human.

“Nhhhh. You promised you’d start letting customers buy books.” He tipped his glasses down, watching the man page through the book. “It’s only a Dickens, anyway.”

“That is a limited run edition!” the angel hissed. He sat in his chair, fingers clenched on the arms, ready to stand.

“From the book’s hundredth anniversary. Don’t you have first editions? Autographed first editions?”

“Well. Yes. That isn’t the point.” The lone figure crossed the shop, pausing to study a shelf. “Poetry, he’s looking at my poetry.”

“Angel, we moved all your poetry, remember? Best copy of each book, safely in my flat. You read Walt Whitman to my plants last night.”

“I. Suppose.” His teeth ground tighter as the customer ran his finger across the bindings, pressure and oils from his fingers slowly deteriorating them.

“Come over here,” Crowley said, shifting on the sofa to make more space.

Aziraphale allowed himself to pull his eyes away from the customer for a half-second. “No. If I sit there, I can’t watch him. Wait. There he goes.” The angel shifted forward, ready to pounce. “I can’t see from here. Is that Coleridge?”

Tossing his arm over the back of the sofa, Crowley casually turned to watch. “Percy Shelley. I didn’t even think you liked him all that much.”

“It’s the principle of the thing.”

“A. Zir. A. Phale.” Crowley pointed to the seat next to him. “Stop fussing.”

Reluctantly, he pushed himself to his feet and crossed the room, dropping to sit beside his demon. But the customer was still on the prowl. “Look. Look. He’s heading towards ancient philosophy.”

“Those are some eclectic tastes.” His long arm slid off the sofa and around Aziraphale’s shoulders. “I’d say he must be a student, but there’s got to be a cheaper way to get books for classes, right?”

“What do you mean? These are extremely reasonably priced.”

Stretching his foot towards the table, Crowley used his toe to nudge open the cover of a book. “This one says four hundred pounds.”

“That is perfectly acceptable for a rare book!”

“S’not that rare.” He flipped back the cover of the next. “Seven hundred fifty?”

“Crowley, the used and antique book market is extraordinarily complicated, and there are many factors that could—”

One more cover, gently lifted. “Does this one say your first born?”

“Yes, and unfortunately last week a woman offered hers. So even that price is no deterrent.”

The distraction had been successful for the moment, but already he had turned back, searching for the customer. He’d vanished. Almost certainly for some nefarious purpose, perhaps burrowing into the floor of the shop as part of some planned bank heist, a thing which had happened in one of Crowley’s films, and at the time Aziraphale had thought it completely ridiculous, but it was seeming more plausible by the moment, despite the lack of any banks in this neighborhood. After all, it would take someone truly devious, truly devoid of conscience to—

Oh, no, there he was.

“Is that The Republic? Plato’s Republic?”

“Mmmmmyeah. Told you. Weird tastes this one.” Crowley leaned closer, nose brushing Aziraphale’s cheek, all but falling into his lap. “Look, it’ll be fine. Why don’t we just—”

The customer turned slightly in the direction of the cash drawer and Aziraphale leapt to his feet.

“Yes, hello, are you finding everything alright, I can take you over here, here please, yes, that’s good.”

The young man glanced once more between Aziraphale and the shelf, fingers hesitantly reaching towards a novel, but then he trotted over with a smile. “You really have a great selection here.”

“I certainly do.” His fingers itched to reach for the three books but no, no, he would part with them, he’d said he would.

“My father’s a book collector,” he explained, still not putting the books onto the table, “and he would die of envy if he saw these.”

“Well.” Aziraphale glanced at Crowley, smiling a little. “Yes, it took me quite a long while to gather them all, you know.”

“These prices…” the man started, opening the cover of one.

“Yes, well, you know how it is, the used book market—”

“…are actually very reasonable. I’ve been looking for this one for him for years!” He held up The Republic. “You’ve really saved the next couple Christmases.”

“Ah. Yes.” Aziraphale straightened his bowtie. “I…am happy to help.”

The man set the books down and reached for his wallet.

Right. Good. Yes. Three books. He could stand to part with them. Just…just write down the prices and take the nice young fellow’s money, just as he’d planned. Human money would be good. Useful. He could use it to buy Crowley something nice.

“Oh, what’s this?” The young man reached for Azirphale’s copy of When We Were Very Young. “I thin—”

“You, sir, have gone too far!” the angel bellowed, form rippling with power, wings nearly bursting into reality. “Depart from this shop, leave my sight, and never darken my door again!” The man stumbled away, turned and ran onto the street, with Aziraphale following implacably behind. “Pray I never have the misfortune to see your face again!”

Slamming the door shut, Aziraphale locked it, and flipped the sign to Closed.

Somewhere behind him, Crowley was cackling.

“Ohhhhh, quiet yourself,” he snapped, carefully picking up the four books and inspecting them for damage. “That ruffian! I shall have to ensure such people never find their way to this shop again.”

“What kind of people? Friendly young men who understand the value of books?”

“Precisely!” He put all three onto his desk where they could recover safely from the trauma of their near-abduction. “There’s no worse type of customer.”

“Mmmmm-hmmmm?”

Aziraphale sighed, turning back to Crowley. “Alright, yes. I saw him going for a fourth and I panicked. You would, too, if it were your…your…” There wasn’t much Crowley was defensive of. “…Your car, I suppose.”

“Of course.” His demon wrapped him in a sympathetic hug, kissing the side of his head. “Maybe I’ll make a sign. Three book limit.”

[chironshorseass]

29 and 30 fluff for perachel or percabeth? Hehe I like both ships don’t @ me. Love your writing btw!

I kinda managed to do both...kinda lol. This was fun to do :) Sorry in advance for the bad puns.

writing prompts

“Detention? Again?”

“Look, I can explain.”

Annabeth rolled her eyes and sat back on her bed, too tired to stand up and listen to what Percy had to say, most likely.

“Sure you can.”

They’d been Iris Messaging for a few minutes now. Percy, exhausted from a day of school and homework, had taken the first chance off to fish out a drachma from his drawer and call one of the people he’d missed most since the summer.

It had slipped his mind that New York and San Francisco had different time zones. But luckily, Annabeth was still awake. He’d found her in her bedroom, curls pulled into a messy bun and eyebrows scrunched up in concentration as she read some textbook, still studying for the exam she’d talked about a week ago.

Despite her initial complaints about Percy interrupting her, he knew that she didn’t mind.

“So?” she asked, bringing him back to the present.

She pulled her legs under her and stared at him expectantly.

He blinked. “Huh?”

She raised an eyebrow, and Percy thought—in the back of his mind—that she looked unfairly pretty. At night, with the fairy lights illuminating her hair and her face, like an angel.

“Why’d you get detention?”

“Oh. That.”

“Yes, Seaweed Brain. That.”

“Uhm…” Percy scratched the back of his neck. “It’s kind of a funny story, I um…”

“Spit it out.”

Now that he thought about it, maybe he shouldn’t have said anything at all. Maybe he should’ve thought this through, to avoid any arguments. Or confrontations. Or another cold shoulder. They weren’t as awkward now that the school year had started, but the mention of her always put Annabeth on edge, anyway.

“You see, I was with, uh...Rachel.”

He paused, noticing the way she gripped her textbook tighter, slightly wrinkling the pages.

Why did I think this was a good idea? Stupid.

“I was with Rachel, and she sort of, um...” he laughed nervously, already cringing. “Made a bet?”

Technically, he’d made the bet. But that wasn’t important for Annabeth to know.

/

Chemistry, in Percy’s opinion, was the most boring class Goode had to offer. Useless. Irrelevant.

Confusing, most of all.

At least he was partners with Rachel. It was one of the few classes they had together. They sat at the very back, so they were rarely noticed anyway, mostly spending the forty five minutes of lectures about chemical equations doing little drawing games on their notebooks and playing hangman. Percy lost most of the time.

The teacher wasn’t that great, either. Most of the school knew her as Mrs. Jones. She was a short lady in her late sixties with thin, badly dyed hair who had a concerning addiction to gum—so to Percy and Rachel—she was known as Mrs. Gum-Gum. She turned to the board for some explanation that Percy had completely lost interest on since the first five minutes of class. Rachel let out a low moan, hands on her forehead.

“Kill me now,” she muttered.

“Sorry, I can’t. My sword doesn’t work on you.”

“I hate you.”

“Yeah,” he grinned, leaning backwards and tilting his chair. “I know.”

She hit him in the shin. “You’re going to fall one of these days, and the class will never let you forget it.”

“Eh,” Percy shrugged. “At least they’d get a laugh and you wouldn’t be so bored.”

Her green eyes twinkled with humor like she’d just remembered something. She snorted. “Okay. So this one time, a girl was doing the same thing as you, leaning back and all—and she like, fell. It was hilarious, because she just lay there, with her feet in the air.”

“Rachel Dare,” Gum-Gum called, narrowed eyes cast on them. She kind of sounded like a wounded hyena, in his humble opinion. “I sure hope you and Mr. Jackson are discussing the worksheet that I gave out.”

Rachel nodded and threw her a thumbs up, while Percy held a fist to his mouth to stop the smile forming on his face. Gum-Gum left her alone and went back to her lecture.

The class kept its monotone routine of worksheets and notes, so as a distraction, Rachel grabbed his arm and popped the lids off her sharpies, drawing little figurines. She was on his second tattoo when an idea came to him.

“Hey, Rach?” he whispered, making sure the teacher was facing the board.

“Hmm.”

“We should play truth or dare.”

She grabbed the green marker and spread the ink from side to side across his skin. “Mmm...No.”

“Come on,” he whined. “I’m bored.”

“Yeah, but we’ve done truth or dare so many times now. It’s gotten old. Besides, you’re such a pussy.”

“Am not.”

“Yes, you are. Remember that time I dared you to eat the gum from under the seat?”

Percy made a face. “That was so fucking gross. Nobody in their right mind would’ve done that. Maybe Mrs. Gum-Gum, but I am not on her level.”

“I figured, after you blatantly refused. And then there’s the time when I dared you to kiss Mary Andrews. On the cheek. And you couldn’t do it.”

“Oh my gods, I can’t just kiss girls. That’s leading them on.”

She exhaled, long and deep and stared at him as if he were a lost cause. “Okay. Whatever.”

She went back to drawing on his arm.

“If anyone’s the pussy right now,” he whispered. “It’s you.”

“Uh-huh. Keep telling yourself that. You just wish you were as marginally cool as me.”

“Um...Then why won’t you play truth or dare?”

“Like I said: bo-ring.” She leaned closer to his arm, creating tiny details with the thinner side of the sharpie. “And don’t tell me I don’t do the dares, ‘cause I do. My last name’s Dare, after all. It would be a complete dishonor.”

“How long have you waited to say that?”

“Oh, you don’t wanna know. Now hold still. You’d look good with tattoos, by the way.”

He sighed. Okay, fine. She had a point, he wasn’t that great at doing “cool” stuff, likely because he was traumatized by the getting-kicked-out-of-schools thing he had going for him. You know, maybe it was that.

As Percy watched her work with her sharpies, he realized: maybe there was a way to prove to her that he could do daring stuff. A once in a lifetime thing. And in the process, he could make her smile.

“Fine,” he said. “If you don’t wanna do something, then let’s make a bet.”

“Depends on what you want to bet on, but go on.”

“How much money would you give me to flip this table, right here, right now, in the middle of class?”

The read-head stopped creating the swirly lines of the little wave she’d been working on, making his skin tingle from the loss of the pointy marker. She lifted her freckled face, watching him with raised eyebrows.

“Nah, you don’t have the guts.”

“Psh. ‘Course I do. I’m Percy Jackson.”

“Ohhh! Percy Jackson. I’m Rachel Dare, nice to meet you.” She lifted her hand like she wanted Percy to shake it.

He slapped it away. “Shut up. I can totally do it.”

“Do you not care about getting in trouble with dear ol’ Gum-Gum?”

“I’ll make it seem like an accident.”

“Nothing you do seems like an accident to teachers.”

“Good point. Still be worth it, though.” He lowered his voice even further. “Besides, I gotta prove to you that I can do cool stuff.”

Rachel snorted. “Now I could literally ask you to do drugs and you’d do it, apparently. Peer pressure is a dangerous thing, my dude.”

He grinned. “And I want your money. You’re like, rich, Dare.”

“Thanks for the reminder, Jackson.”

“No problem.”

Gum-Gum shot them an admonishing look, and they pretended to do their work.

“So,” she said after a few seconds passed. “How much money?”

“I knew you could work with me.”

“Ugh, I’m getting second thoughts from your dramatism.”

“You love it.”

They held gazes, green on green. Rachel narrowed hers and sighed. 

“Again, how much money?”

Percy shrugged. “You decide.”

“Fine.” She flipped some of her fiery curls over her shoulder. “I’m betting on a hundred bucks.”

He whistled under his breath. “Damn. You want me to do it that badly?”

“I do want to see everyone’s reaction to Percy Jackson losing his shit.” He shoved her, but she continued. “Especially Gum-Gum’s. But I know we’re getting in trouble, so we might as well go all out. What? It’s true! But at least you’d get your money.”

Percy shook his head. He’d probably regret this later.

Then he thought, what would Annabeth think?

But he couldn't dwell too much on that. At least it would be funny.

“We need to clear the desk, though.”

“Duh.”

So they worked, as quietly and discreetly as they could. When they’d finished, Percy turned to Rachel and nodded. She put a hand against her mouth to muffle her laughter.

On the third count, he flipped the desk. The table crashed with a resonating bang.

Rachel leaned backwards and let out a sound of surprise, probably because she’d half speculated that he wouldn’t pull through with it in the first place.

Immediately, everyone craned their heads to the back of the room. Some jumped at the sound. Others gasped or snickered, especially at the sight of Mrs. Gum-Gum. She yelped and dropped her marker, slapping a hand to her chest and retreating a few steps as if she were about to go into cardiac arrest.

“Percy Jackson!”

He winced a bit, but all in all, he thought he was keeping a straight face. But then he caught onto Rachel’s expression, arms crossed. He doubted they’d get off freely, just as she’d said.

/

As they shouldered their backpacks, heading for room 1345—detention—Rachel slipped her hand in the pocket of her paint-splattered uniform skirt.

“I didn’t know I had the money with me, but it seems as though he fates are in your favor, Jackson,” she said, taking the dollar bills from her pocket and handing them to him. They both knew all too well that she didn’t care for it. Daddy issues, he recalled.

Percy raised his eyebrow. “Thanks, Rach. Now, I can finally buy a new skateboard.”

“Nice to know that this was worth it.”

“Especially since now you have to do something...daring.”

She tapped her index finger to her temple mockingly. “Oh, I see. That’s why you wanted to do that bet. So then we could be on even ground.”

“Do you agree, Dare?”

“My gods, you’re so corny. But sure. Though let's not get ourselves a detention pass the next time, hmm? I feel bad for you. How many have you gotten this semester?” She clicked her tongue. “What will your mom say?”

1343, 1344 ... 1345. This was the place. Through the window, he could see many of the students already settling in, giving the teacher the strip of paper that he and Rachel had in their pockets.

He exhaled. “I don’t want to think about Mom just yet. But honestly, I don’t mind detention. And I don’t think she would, either. Better than getting kicked out.”

“Mmhmm. And I don’t really mind spending some more quality time with you. Even if we get in trouble, I kinda think you’re nice to be around, Jackson.” She smiled and held her arm out for him to pass. For some reason, that comment made his chest feel warm and fuzzy. “Gentlemen first.”

“Isn’t it ladies first?”

“Chivalry is dead. Now go on.” She nodded towards the door. “I like being fashionably late.”

“And you say I’m the dramatic one,” he grumbled.

[adarlingwrites]

Absolution

Summary:

noun: formal release from guilt, obligation, or punishment

The Capital Wasteland lauded the Lone Wanderer as a hero, a Messiah, a savior who’s willing to give her life for the Good Fight. Beyond the legends, the propaganda, and the mythification that surrounded her legacy, there is only one person who knew her bare soul. She gave him his absolution, and now he will fight for hers.

XXII

January 5, 2278.

Percy tosses aside her wrench and huffs, putting her hands on her waist and admiring her work. “Looks like you’re finally ready,” she says to the motorbike that she has been tinkering with for weeks.

“Now let’s see if you work.”

My partner hums as she leads the cruiser through Megaton’s gate, ignoring gawkers and onlookers. We wear our helmets, which Percy picked up from Moira this afternoon.

She sits on the motorbike seat, exclaims a triumphant “Yes!” when the engine roars to life… and screams when the damn thing went careening around in circles.

I caught her before she could crash, and the bike fell to its side as she got off of it, legs shaking.

“Dammit,” she curses, clinging on to me, breathing hard. “Maybe I’m not cut out for this.”

“If it’s too dangerous to use, we can still travel on foot, but it may delay our plans,” I tell her, steadying her to her feet.

“Delaying is not an option we have the luxury to choose now,” Percy sighs, pulling the bike back into position.

“Then I suggest that you navigate with your PipBoy. I’ll drive.”

My partner looks at me curiously. “You know how to ride a bike?”

“Yes. I am proficient in driving pre-war vehicles.”

Percy clears her throat. “Was that a part of your training?”

I run my ruined hands through the driver’s seat’s worn leather, and get on.

“Yes.”

I start the engine, and Percy gets on the passenger seat behind me.

“Now, hold on tight.”

She did as I said, wrapping her arms around my waist, and letting out a surprised scream when we zipped away from the gate.

As we sprinted past jet-addled raiders and freaked-out mole rats, Percy was whooping and laughing, her body warm against by back despite the winter air blowing.

“Holy shit! This is fun!” Percy yells, and I feel her heart pounding through her chest.

I’m glad she’s behind me, or she would’ve seen the smile I had when she held me tighter and leaned on me.

I could get used to this.

As we rode our way to our destination, my mind wandered back to the conversation we had with Doc Church earlier today.

Percy got inside the clinic first, and I followed suit, looming over Church, who was sitting on his desk, looking over a medical clipboard.

“Unless you’re dying I- Oh. It’s you.”

“Doc Church. Do you have any patients with you today?”

“None. I’m not sure how that is any of your concern, though.”

“Charon, guard the door,” Percy instructed me, and Church was about to get up when Percy pressed on his shoulder, forcing him to sit. I lean against the metal and watch the two intently.

“We know about Paradise Falls.”

All the color from the doctor’s face drains.

“You’re training to be a doctor too, am I right? The oath requires me to offer my services to whoever is in need. Slavers included. Even so, I’ve put that all behind me when I opened this clinic in Megaton. Please, don’t hurt me,” Church blurts out, defensive.

“I understand your intention to follow the oath. Don’t worry, we’re not planning to hurt you. In fact, we need your help.”

“Aside from offering my services as a doctor, I have nothing else to offer. I’m sorry.”

My partner turns to me, and nods.

I come forward, cracking my knuckles in a show of intimidation. The old man shrank in his seat even further.

“I know you remember me,” I tell him, and he gulps. “And I know you remember the people you worked for.”

“We need information about Paradise Falls. Names, a layout of the location, and anything that could help us take down the slaver operations there,” Percy continues.

Church’s eyes widen, and he gives us an incredulous look. “Even if I give you the information you need, you can’t take down Paradise Falls, kid. Those slavers have contacts everywhere. You’ll have a target on your back for the rest of your lives.”

Percy shakes her head. She drags a chair and sits in front of the doctor.

“I’ve gotten used to looking over my shoulder and sleeping with one eye open, doc. That doesn’t concern me anymore. What concerns me is there are innocent kids who were snatched from their home by bastards who think that people are a commodity to be sold. I know you think that’s fucked. Why else would you pack up and leave? This is your chance to make things right.”

“Make things right? Kid...”

I felt the urge to speak up. I look at Percy, asking for silent permission, and she seems to understand, taking a step back and allowing me to take the helm.

“Percy is right. Why else would you leave that life behind and start a clinic here, where people needed your help the most? You feel guilty,” I tell him.

He was as still as a stone.

“You still think about the horrible things you saw in Paradise. You regret being instrumental in keeping those slavers healthy and alive as they hunted down more people to sell as slaves. This is an opportunity to let go of that guilt. You don’t get that chance every day. Don’t waste it.”

“What, do you have psych training now too?” he asks me, mockingly, disbelievingly.

“No,” I tell him. “It’s an observation, from a ghoul who’s in the same boat.”

Tense silence fills the room. Finally, Church relents, taking a pencil from his desk drawer.

“I’ll look for a piece of paper.”

I let out a breath that I was holding. Percy sighs in relief too.

“Thank you,” she says to the doctor.

The old man sketches the layout of Paradise Falls on a yellowed piece of paper, and tells us all he knows about Paradise Falls before his departure.

As he went on, my memories of the place started becoming clearer, but I have no desire to dwell on them.

When we got back to the house, Percy looped her arm around mine. Percy looks at me with those eyes again, filled with trust, devotion, and now… admiration.

“I’m proud of you, big guy.”

I stroked her hair and went on with our preparations.

My mind snapped back to the present as we reached Tenpenny Tower, and I parked the bike as Percy rings the intercom. Taking off my helmet, I look up at the tower, which sticks out like a sore thumb in the Wasteland. The people who lived inside were obsessed with the finer days from before the war. Worse, Tenpenny was a landgrabber, their chief of security, Gustavo, was a gung-ho bigoted bastard, and their doctor made assumptions about ghouls without even looking at one up close.

They reminded me of the people I used to serve, the ones responsible for my indoctrination.

Percy hated them so much.

However, we need all the ammunition we can find, and Gustavo trades them.

“Huh, no one’s answering,” Percy mumbles. She touches the gate lightly, and gasps when it opens on its own.

“Did you think something happened?” she asks me, and I retrieve my shotgun, loading it with bullets.

“I thought you hated those people.”

“Yeah, but, after helping the Warrington station ghouls get in I thought I’d give them a chance to change their mind about ghouls…”

Percy trails off as her eyes scan the courtyard. There were no more human residents present, only the ghouls she helped get in the tower.

“Don’t tell me...”

Gasping, Percy pushes the gate and rushes inside, pushing the heavy double doors open. She runs up to a ghoulette, the one called Bessie Lynn.

“Bessie, where’s the rest of the residents?”

The ghoulette squirms in place, nervous. “Oh, I don’t know where they are. But everything is fine! Roy said not to worry about the other residents.”

I could tell she was lying, and Percy could too, so she moves on, running past the timid woman. Michael Masters, another one of the Warrington ghouls, sits in the lobby.

“Michael!” Percy exclaims. “Where are all the humans?”

The ghoul laughs. “Roy took out the trash. You better steer clear of the basement storage room. I’m glad I lost my sense of smell.”

“He did fucking what?”

Percy brushes past Masters, footsteps heavy as she stomps her way to the basement. As she opened the door, her hands flew to her nose at the stench of rotting bodies.

Most of the corpses were unrecognizable. They were brutalized. The only one I could recognize was the old man’s. Herbert Dashwood. That one was the only human resident who didn’t insult me when we first visited this place.

His face was bloated and decaying. I looked away.

Percy retches, eyes wet and shiny with tears, and I grab her, pulling her out of the room and slamming the door shut behind us.

She was shaking. I pressed her against my chest as she trembled and sobbed.

Then, I heard a mocking laugh. I looked up, and the leader of the Warrington ghouls was strolling towards us. Roy Phillips.

“Hey kid. Thanks again for helping us get in.”

Wiping her tears away, Percy faces him. She wore that expression she had when she talked to Ahzrukhal, when she confronted Wally Mack, and when those Talon mercs ambushed us.

That look on this angel’s face is one of the few things in this world that frightens me.

“Nice pile of bodies in the storage room, Roy,” Percy spits, shoulders tense. “You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?”

“Assholes had it coming,” Phillips spat back. “But I don’t answer to you, or any other smoothskin. In fact, you’d best piss off before you join them.”

Muscle memory kicking in, I shield Percy with my body at the bastard’s threat. He looks at me, disgusted.

“What the hell are you even doing, defending this smoothskin? You should be with your fellow ghouls.”

“Charon, this is hopeless. Let’s get out of here,” Percy tells me, touching my arm.

“You get out of here,” Phillips interrupts. “I’m not done talking to him yet.”

The asshole turns to me, looking at me from head to toe.

“Not man enough to ditch this little girl and stick with us? How much is she paying you for you to betray your own kind?”

Phillips gave me a hard shove when I didn’t give him an answer.

“Huh. ‘Not man enough?’ Wow, sounds like someone is projecting his insecurities about his masculinity,” Percy interrupts, hand flying to the spot on my chest where the other ghoul shoved me. Phillips’ eyes flick to my partner’s hand, and he gives us a mocking smirk.

“Oh, I get it now. This kid gives you a taste of smoothskin pussy and now you’d tail her ass around like that stupid dog of hers? You’re her fucking gigolo?”

“God, you’re disgusting. How could someone as nice as Bessie stay with someone as horrible as you?”

“Keep your mouth shut, smoothskin bitch.”

Percy grabs him by the collar, knocks him off-balance with her footwork, and slams him against the wall, like she did with Wally Mack.

“No! You listen, you piece of shit! I helped you get into this fucking tower in hopes of a non-violent solution to everyone’s problems. I guess that was a fucking mistake, huh? I’m not going to shed tears for Gustavo and the other bigots who wanted you dead. But Dashwood? Does it make you feel like a bigger man, killing a senile retiree? You killed the only person in the tower who viewed you as people, too.”

“That asshole was gloating about having a ghoul manservant. I’d fucking do it again. Of course you’d defend him. You have one too, you two-faced bitch.”

Percy falters, but then slams Phillips against the wall again, his head hitting it with a dull thud.

“Charon is not my manservant. He is my friend. You don’t know a single fucking thing about us. Forget it. You can rot in this tower for all I care.” She lets him go. Then, she turns to me.

“Charon, let’s get-”

As Percy turns around, Phillips lunges for her neck, but I move her out of the way and grab the other ghoul’s arm, twisting it and shoving him to the ground.

“Traitor,” Phillips spits at me. “Goddamn smoothskin titsucker! You’ll pay for that!”

“Percy is my contract holder,” I start, towering over him. “And my friend. I don’t care what she is. I am loyal to her.”

“Is that it? That’s all you ever want to be? You’re fucking hopeless, kid. She’ll use you and throw you away once she’s done with you.”

The mere suggestion of Percy abandoning me coming from his mouth made me want to shut him up.

“Big guy, don’t listen to him. C’mon, let’s just go.”

“Once she finds a human who can protect and fuck her better, you best bet she’ll put you down like the dog you are.”

He should shut up.

Shut up. Shut the hell up!

I’ll fucking shut him up!

“Charon, enough! Stop! I order you to stop!”

Small hands were pulling me away, and Percy’s orders went in my ears as sharp barks.

Conditioning kicking in, I freeze. I look down, and my hands are bloody.

I smeared Roy Phillips to the ground.

Fuck.

Around us the other ghouls, his followers, were too shocked to even fire their weapons. Lynn runs over, looks at me, then her boyfriend’s brains on the ground, and lets out a frightened wail.

Percy grabs my arm and pulls me towards the entrance. “Charon, we need to get out of here!”

Behind us, they were firing their guns like crazy. One of the bullets grazed my thigh, but I kept going, the pain numbed by holding Percy’s hand.

We rode our way out of there.

It’s getting dark and unsafe to drive.

Making camp on the side of the road, Percy treats the bullet graze on my thigh in silence. Then, she stares into the fire, eyes glazed over.

“Charon, what have I done?”

I scoot closer to her, and she begins to cry.

“You couldn’t have predicted that Phillips would turn against his word.”

“No. I trusted him and now people died because of me.”

Doing my best to soothe her, I stroke her hair. “Can I make a suggestion?”

She nods.

“You shouldn’t blame yourself for things you have no control over, angel.”

Percy sniffles, and looks up to me.

“You know, I hate it when people call me that. I’m just a kid who’s also imperfect and makes mistakes… not some Wasteland Avenger, and definitely not an Angel.”

“I can stop, if that’s what you wish of me, Percy.”

“If it’s you? It’s fine. Consider it my thanks for allowing me to call you ‘big guy��.”

Pulling her closer, I chuckled.

Percy kisses my cheek, yawns, and settles in my arms.

I smile.

[accio-kitty-malfoy]

A Breath of Fresh Hair

Chapter Three: Planting seeds

 https://archiveofourown.org/works/24633025/chapters/59616190

Harry could feel eyes burning into him as he came out of the haze of unconsciousness. Bright, determined brown eyes.

“Hey Gin, what’s up?” Harry forced the words through a yawn, reaching to grab his glasses from the bedside table.

“It’s eleven thirty and you’re still in bed.” They said accusingly. “What were me meant to be doing this morning?”

“Shit Gin, I didn’t realise it was so late. I can’t even remember what time we went to bed last night” Another yawn forced itself out of Harry’s mouth, obscuring the last word he said. Ginny let the serious look drop from their face and laughed.

“It’s fine, just hurry up. Mum’s going to be looking for you soon. She needs your help with… something. I can’t really remember what. I came up here to hide from her before she me to help instead.” Laughing, Harry sat up and swung his legs out of the bed. He stretched and stood up, grabbing the clothes that were slung on the chair in the corner of the room.

“I’m going for a shower Gin, then we’ll do your hair. You’re welcome to hide out in here for a while if you like.”

 He padded across the landing into the bathroom that he shared with Ginny. His bedroom was at the top of the house and the only other bedroom up there was Ginny’s. His room had been added on when he’d accepted Molly’s invitation to live there and the only place there had been enough room to put it was right at the top of the house. The bathroom consisted of a tub, shower, sink and toilet and was decorated in aggressive salmon and teal colours. The shower sputtered for a while as Harry turned it on, then came out in a steady stream. Harry turned the temperature right down and waited while the water adjusted. He liked having cool showers; it was much better for his hair and skin than hot ones. He looked at himself in the mirror while he waited for the shower. His hair was still unruly, but in a more stylised way. He still wore circular glasses, but he had them set into a pearlescent tortoiseshell frame. He’d let some facial hair grow since Hogwarts too. It was more thick stubble than a beard. He rubbed his hands over his face. He loved the way the green eyes that he’d inherited from his mother stood out so starkly against the dark skin he’d inherited from his father. He loved to see reminders of them both displayed so clearly in himself.

 He showered quickly, towelled himself dry and pulled on the shorts and t-shirt that he’d brought into the bathroom with him before venturing back into the bedroom, hair still dripping slightly. Ginny was laid on his bed when he got back to the bedroom, reading a quidditch tactics book.

“Ready?” He asked, going to get his clippers and scissors from his cupboard.

“Ready.” They said, almost breathlessly. Harry pulled out a stool and Ginny sat on it. They’d already washed their hair, so it was already wet, and Harry spent a while sectioning it. He took a section and cut, handing Ginny the waist length lock of ginger hair.

“You want to keep it?” He asked.

“Maybe.” They said, laying it carefully on the top of a chest of drawers. Harry carried on cutting, the scissors making a satisfying slicing noise as they slid effortlessly through the hair. When he was satisfied with what he had achieved with the scissors, he moved on to the hair clippers. He shaved the sides of their head and the back, leaving a nice length of hair on the top. He then went back to his scissors to thin and blend the hair to make the transition between long and short smoother. The final cutting step was to use his favourite tool- his straight razor. He carefully removed the fine hairs at the back of Ginny’s neck and tidied bits and bobs up. He then blow-dried the hair, using a little bit of product to keep the hair in a quiff-like style. The hair was super soft after cutting years of length off and it suited Ginny’s angular face beautifully. He’d barely shown Ginny their new look when arms were being thrown around his neck and he was being kissed hard on the cheek. He squirmed out of the embrace, scared for his ribs.

“You like it then?”

“It’s perfect, Harry, it really is.” Ginny thought for a moment. “You should open your own salon.” As they said that, something stirred in the pit of Harry’s stomach.

“Let’s go find something to eat.” He suggested. He was probably just hungry.

 All hustle and bustle stopped and the pair of them walked into the kitchen. All eyes turned on Ginny.

“Wow.” Fleur breathed out.

“It looks so soft. Can I touch it?” Asked Charlie. His hand was quickly batted away.

“Harry did it. He’s going to open a salon.” Ginny smirked and stepped out of the limelight as everyone turned their attention towards Harry.

“I’ve always thought that would be a good career for you, mate.” Ron commented as he passed Harry a bacon sandwich.

“Thanks, but I’m not. I don’t think. I mean, maybe?” The idea was growing on Harry, but he knew nothing about owning a business. Maybe he’d talk to Seamus and Dean at some point. They obviously knew something about it, owning their own. He bit into his bacon sandwich, hoping that him having a mouth full of food would stop people asking him questions. That didn’t, but Molly walking in and seeing Ginny’s hair did.

“Ginny!” Everyone stopped what they were doing, preparing to back Ginny up or move out of the firing line. “I love it!” Molly gasped, running up to inspect the hair further. “It suits you so much better than that long hair that you just used to chuck up in bun. Oh sweetie, it’s lovely.” The room breathed a collective sigh of relief and Molly pulled Ginny down to her height to kiss them on their cheek, then give them instructions on what task they needed to complete next. Ginny smiled and wandered off to feed the chickens, winking at Harry as they passed.

 Percy and his wife Audrey arrived that day with their two-year-old daughter Lucy. Percy was head of the Transport Department at the Ministry and hadn’t managed to get much time off work for the wedding, so he was going to travel in from The Burrow the day after. Audrey had wanted to be there to help with the Wedding preparations for at least the full day before the wedding. She’d also thought it would be nice for Lucy to spend some time with Nannie Molly; an idea that Molly fully agreed with. As soon as Lucy saw Molly, she ran at full pelt towards her and Molly scooped her up in her arms. She was soon abandoned, though, when Arthur came in from the garden.

“Well if it isn’t my little angel! Want to come and help granddaddy in the garden?” She giggled, taking his hand and following him out into the garden. Molly huffed, acting indignant, but the smile that was on here face gave her away. She loved watching Arthur with Lucy.

“Right,” She said, “I’m on a laundry mission. Pop your hand up if you have anything to wash and I’ll go and collect it.” Most of them raised their hands. She sighed, smile still firmly in place.

 Not long after she’d gone, Ginny came back in from the garden. Harry, Percy, Audrey, Dean, Charlie, George and Fleur were all sat drinking tea and chatting. Seamus, Neville and Bill were out working on one of the Gazebos and the flowers that would be used as lighting. Ron and Hermione had gone to pick Hermione’s parents up from the train station.

“What the hell, Ginny?” Percy’s voice was low. “What have you done to your hair? You look like a boy.”

“Harry cut it for me. I think it suits me.” They crossed their arms firmly. Eyes flashing daringly at Percy.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re on of them gender neutrals, or whatever they’re calling themselves these days.” He tutted. “You’re a girl. Act like one.” Ginny’s face flushed and they turned, leaving the room. He looked around the room, as if searching for support. No one gave it to him, not even Audrey.

“Leave this room, now.” George said through gritted teeth.

“But..” Percy started, looking lost.

“Now.” Insisted Charlie. Percy got up and left.

“I’m so sorry.” Audrey said after a while. She got up and left the room too. Harry looked around at the others before getting up to go and check on Ginny.

 He found Ginny in their room, wiping tears angrily out of their eyes and furiously scribbling a letter. They quickly folded it over when they realised that Harry was in the room. Harry walked over to the chair Ginny was sat on and opened his arms. They leaned into him.

“We all love you Gin. Percy is just being a twat. I think Audrey is going to kick his arse for him. Let’s hope he doesn’t enjoy it too much.” Ginny groaned and pushed Harry away.

“Please don’t put that idea in my head. Not Percy.” They shook their head as if trying to clear the image from their mind’s eye.

“Fine. Ron and Hermione on the other hand…” Harry trailed off as Ginny began hitting him. “Ouch! Don’t bruise me, I’m fragile!”

“Only if you never make me picture any of my brothers having sex ever again. Or my parents, before you say anything” They added, pre-empting Harry’s next words. He shut his mouth again, fearing for his poor arms. They stayed in silence for a little while and Harry looked around the rooms. He noticed a stack of letters; each one dyed a different pastel colour and carefully folded. They were being weighted down with a pretty conch shell.

“Who were you writing to?” He asked, deciding to breach the subject.

“Oh, no one. Just a friend.” Ginny blushed slightly, the tips of their ears becoming a soft pink. Harry had never noticed Ginny’s ears did that when they blushed, they’d always been hidden behind their hair. He decided to drop it and instead asked Ginny if she wanted a cup of tea bringing up. Tea fixed everything.

 On his way back down to the kitchen, Harry heard raised voiced coming from the room that Percy and Audrey were staying in.

“Stop being such a twat, Perce. You can’t just out someone like that and be a dick about it.” Harry had to stifle a laugh at Audrey’s matter of fact tone.

“She can’t just make up what she is.” Percy sounded like a petulant child.

“Oh for fucks sake Perce, grow up. How would you feel if anyone spoke to Luce the way you’ve just spoken to Ginny? You don’t even know if Ginny identifies as non-binary, and so what if they do? Does it really change how the two of you will interact? Will it really change who they are? Get your head out of your arse and think of other people’s feelings. You don’t have to agree with it, you just have to accept it. I’d rather you support your family, but I can’t change your opinion.” Harry heard a large sigh from Percy before he spoke again.

“I guess you’re right Audrey. I guess I should apologise to Ginny.”

“Damn right you’re going to. Now, we should probably actually unpack while we’re up here.” Harry realised that he was eaves dropping and carried on to the kitchen as quickly and quietly as he could. He’d just discovered a newfound respect for Audrey.  

[livsoulsecrets]

My fics

 Just in case anyone wants to read my almost all gay fics, here is a list of them organized per fandom:

23.5

Aylin/Luna:

I might just be in love

9-1-1

Chim&John&Jee:

Piece by piece, he restored my faith

Hen&Chim:

And I blink in sight of your blinding light

Buck&Bobby:

But I looked to the sky and said (Please, I’ve been on my knees, change the prophecy)

Buck/Tommy:

Call and I'll rush out

I want the luck of a quiet love

Bad Buddy

Ink/Pa:

You keep her shirt, she keeps her word

I have a feeling that I'll never love a boy the way I love the ocean

I wake up screaming from dreaming

Took our broken hearts, put them in a drawer

Can we always be this close, forever and ever

Oh, there was heaven in your eyes, I was not baptized

Pat/Pran:

When we’re on the phone and you talk real slow 'cause it’s late and your mama don’t know

Pat & Pa:

I know my sister like I know my own mind, you’ll never find anyone as trusting or as kind

Batwoman

Luke&Mary:

It’s us

Bridgerton

Michaela/Francesca:

If the pain is real, then why can’t I find a cure?

Francesca&Benedict:

I will be your brother, and I'll hold your hand

Francesca&Violet:

All lights turned off can be turned on

Brooklyn Nine Nine

Holt/Kevin:

Home

Jake/Amy:

Be there 

Chicken Girls

Stephanie/Rooney: 

Put your hand in mine

Cloak & Dagger

Tandy/Tyrone:

Divine pairing

Cooking Crush

Fire/Dynamite:

You saw me start to believe for the first time

DC Comics

Kate&Bruce:

Will you be my only witness to this bird in flight?

Do Revenge

Eleanor/Drea:

Tell me something true, or tell me nothing at all

Druck

Nora/Josh:

I got you

Eternals

Druig/Makkari:

When the sun came up, I was looking at you

I should’ve asked you how to be

Gap the series

Mon/Sam:

The only Heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you

She’ll know me crazy, soothe me daily

Genera+ion

Greta/Riley:

Be here with me

Julie and the Phantoms

Alex/Willie: 

Afraid

Luke/Julie: 

This pain wouldn’t be for evermore

Kinnporsche

Arm/Tankhun:

That’s my family

I’m in love with how your soul’s a mix of chaos and art

I'll love you when the ocean’s dry, I'll love you when the rivers freeze

Kim/Chay:

Can I try?

Please, kiss me

Breathe

You’re beautiful

I’m only cryptic and Machiavellian cause I care

Macau&Pete:

Why are you naked?

Pol&Khun:

It’s nice to have a friend

Theerapanyakul brothers:

I can run but I can’t hide from my family line

Brother, let me be your shelter

God smiles on my little brother, inside and out he’s better than I am

I’ll rescue you

Vegas/Pete:

Rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky

You’re so sappy

Venice Theerapanyakul:

To you, I can admit that I’m just too soft for all of it

Lovleg

Luna/Gunnhild:

Koi No Yokan

Marvel’s Runaways

Karolina/Nico:

Always

Every time you shine, I’ll shine for you

You might have me believing I don’t always have to be alone

I love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?

It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

Ms Marvel

Kamala&Miles:

That’s the easy part

Percy Jackson:

Annabeth&Grover:

You’re gonna go far

Annabeth&Percy:

Nothing in the world belongs to me but my love mine all mine

Shelter

Ema&Spoon:

You’re the only friend I need

Six of crows

Kaz&Nina:

The things that I lost here, the people I knew

Inej&Jesper:

You’re thinking about something, my dear, and that makes you forget to talk

Skam Austin

Shay/American Even:

She keeps me warm

Skam España

Cris/Joana:

I’m hooked on all these feelings

Cliff’s Edge

What I need is for you to be sure

Let It Be

Ease My Mind 

Stranger Things

Lucas/Max:

With love, Mad Max

Lucas&Eleven:

I’m still standing at the exit

Supergirl

Brainy/Nia:

That didn’t stop you before

The Dark Artifices

Cristina/Kieran/Mark:

Good to be home

Kit Herondale: 

Trust

Am I Enough?

I will make it feel like home

You were an angel in the shape of my mom

The Hunger Games

Peeta&Peeta and Katniss’ son:

I won’t let nobody hurt you, won’t let no one break your heart

Tigris&Snow:

There ain’t a drop of bad blood, it’s all my love

The Mortal Instruments

Jace&Izzy:

I know I said I'd never think I wasn't better alone

The Last Hours

Christopher/Grace:

And for the first time, what’s past is past

Grace&Jesse:

If I was dying on my knees, you would be the one to come for me

Lucie&Cordelia:

I will keep you safe

Matthew/Cordelia:

Cursed

Chaos

Confession

The Sign

Yai&Tharn:

The soul is always you and me

Yai/Sand:

I kept my love for you, the one I never knew how to give

The Umbrella Academy

Klaus&Ben:

I am not scared of death

The Wicked Powers

Kit/Ty:

These hands had to let it go free and this love came back to me

Please don’t be in love with someone else

XO Kitty

Kitty/Yuri:

What if I lose my grip, admit that I'm terrified of you leaving?

We are

Chain/Pun:

Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you

[bluboothalassophile]

Hi blue would you please be willing to do a thing about Jason experiencing fatherhood for the first time and comparing himself to Willis and Bruce? Thank you have a good day.

Hello,

I can’t do this exactly how you wanted to, but I can posted the Father’s Day gift I didn’t get to post yesterday because of reasons.

Help Me Dad

Raven was sedated, and under magic watches by Zatanna andFate and Constantine, and Jason didn’t know how to feel about that, other thanhis wife had lost a lot of blood having their baby and fighting her father andbrothers, and she needed rest. But that left Jason with a huge responsibilityas he sat there staring at his child.

She was premature, small, there was this tuff of black hairand Jason just stared at her.

“You can pick her up,” a calm voice had him jolting andtwisting around to stare at Bruce.

“Uh…” Jason turned and stared down at his child. Hisdaughter, she was so fucking tiny. And he had… he had made that. He had helped createher.

“Jason…”

“What if I fuck this up B!? I mean I’m shit! I know it! Igot blood on my hands, I’ll get more too, I fuck up, I just I’m no good! Whatif I fuck this up!? What if she hates me!? Or worse, what if she becomes a fullon demon because I suck at being her dad because I have no fucking clue what I’mdoing! I only had you and Willis and I am a fuck up!

“Oh God B!” he was tearing out his hair and he couldn’tbreathe, he couldn’t focus, all he could feel was this pressure, this pressureto be good at something he was bound to fuck up! This wasn’t like him and Raewhere if he fucked up she’d just forgive him, no, this was raising another kid!Another life! An innocent life! And he was going to fuck it all up and the kidwas doomed; doomed! What the fuck did he know about parenting or being a dad!?

“Jason!” a voice snapped, and he found himself staring at B’sblue eyes.

“I can’t do this without her dad, I can’t do this alone dad,”he whispered. Only to find Bruce yanking him into a hard hug and Jason sobbedinto his dad’s shoulder as he worried about Raven.

Bruce was hugging him when he picked up a sobbing baby andjust hid in his dad’s chest hoping for Raven to get better.

~~~*~*~*~~~

There was whimpering over the monitor.

“Jay?” his sleepy wife moaned.

“I got her,” he mumbled against his pillow as he reluctantlyand tiredly pried himself from his warm bed and stumbled into the room whereCosette was resting in the dresser drawer and he peered down at his daughter.

“You are a fussy pain in the ass, you remind me of me, littlething,” he sighed picking her up and she snuggled into his shoulder. Jason decidedto go back to bed as he carried his daughter to his bed and rested against theheadboard, Raven rolled over and slung an arm over his waist and her leg overhis own legs as she pressed her face into his hip. Jason smiled as he closedhis eyes.

He had this.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Raven was up and running for the bathroom, he heard her wretchingand he looked at his toddler who stared up at him with black curls and largeeyes.

“Fuck!” he muttered and walked out of the bed to pull hiswife’s hair back. It took her twenty minutes of dryheaving before she collapsedback, ashy grey and sweaty. Jason said nothing as he got her mouthwash andwater before crouching to her level.

“When were you going to tell me?” he whispered.

“When you weren’t going to run for the hills, again,” shebreathed. He smiled and dragged her into his lap as he buried his face in the crookof her neck.

“You’re not running this time?” she whispered as he felt herhands hesitantly clutch the back of his shirt.

“Never again, I’m so fucking happy Rae,” he promised. “Beinga dad is the best thing ever.”

“I’ll remind you of that when Cosette’s a teenager.” She whisperedsoftly and he kissed her jaw and then her mouth lightly before staring at herand she smiled tiredly. “I love you Jason.”

~~~*~*~*~~~

He had a baby strapped to his chest, a toddler on his legand his six year old bouncing as she held his hand and he waited for the lightto turn green so they could cross the street for the Mets Game.

“I wanna catch a ball daddy!” Cossette announced, Jason felthis son tug on his pant’s leg which had him offering Percy a hand before hecarefully carried the kid up to a perch on his shoulders.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah! Pretty please!” Cosette pleaded.

“No powers baby, but if we catch a foul it’s yours,” he promised.

“Yay!” Cosette squealed. Jason just tightened his hold onhis daughter’s hand as the light changed and they walked with the crowd. Percyhad his hands buried in his hair and Jason gripped the toddler’s ankle lightly.On his chest slept his final child, and Raven was coming from work to the Metsvs Knights game. It was the first family outing with their youngest.

Guinevere; affectionately called Ginny, was snoozingsoundly.

“Mama!” Percy tapped his temple.

“Yeah, mama,” Jason smiled seeing Raven walking towards himand caught her pulling her up to him for a light kiss which had Cosette andPercy ‘ew-ick’ing and Raven smiling.

“B and everyone are here,” Raven said as he slung his arm aroundher shoulders, her hand slid into his back pocket and he felt Cosette bouncingat this news.

“Grandpa!”

“Yeah, and I’m not letting go Cosette so stop bouncing,” heordered.

“But!” she whined.

“No.”

“Mar'i! feet on ground!” he heard Dick exclaim

“Hey B,” Jason greeted, letting Cosette go as she ran for beand eagerly and nimbly climbed over B with easy. Percy was hugging Jason’s headnow rather than leaping for his grandfather.

“HEY! Hellions! Line up!” Stephanie shouted at her twins,and Tim stood there looking frazzled.

Why is parenting so hard!?” Dick whined holding Jake in thesling.

“A parent’s curse may you have a child exactly like you,” Banswered.

“Mine are little angels,” Jason smiled.

“Obviously they take after their mother.” his brothers’snapped, Terry and Matt were laughing.

Okay so he wasn’t like his own Dad, but Jason felt he was doing better with his kids than B or Willis had with him. Still, he looked to B for some help as B listened patiently to Cosette tell him about her magic lessons.

[anxiouspineapples]

some PJO Mass Effect: Andomeda AU because @suchastart is an angel who puts inspiring things in my inbox and who loves AUs with me, particularly and most especially pjo mass effect au

Already, the galaxy seems full of ghosts.

Silence.

Or close enough but for the gentle hum of the ship all around him. Percy takes a few steps into the cabin, closes his eyes. He feels the pulse of the Tempest move up through his feet and hum at the tips of his fingers. His heartbeat slows, stops pounding in his ears, and he breathes deep, lets exhaustion sink in and hit him for the first time since waking from cryo. A soft bed within reach for the first time since Habitat 7. Sleep – real sleep – for the first time in six hundred years. 

When he opens his eyes he sees the Andromeda galaxy stretched out before him, endless and beautiful. It really is breathtaking, he thinks, even if everything since first waking in this new pocket of space has felt like a nightmare. Crashing shuttles. Choking on poisonous air. His father’s face distorted by the broken glass of his helmet. Jolting awake in Sam Node, Annabeth’s face hovering over his. Her voice calling him Pathfinder. The Nexus, like something from a horror vid – dark, and vacant, and broken.

But this, this vast expanse of space at his feet, is nothing short of incredible. And this, this masterpiece of a ship around him, feels like the safest place, closest thing to home, since his mother.

The Pathfinder Quarters - not his quarters, they were never supposed to be his quarters - are immaculate if a little extravagant. Percy avoids looking too closely at the details (his father’s collection of model ships - he doesn’t know who put them there, nor the small stack of books on the bedside table) and wanders closer to the bow and the expansive window that makes up an entire wall of the the cabin. 

If he gets close enough he doesn’t see the ship around him at all, just open space. The details fade away, the little personal touches, the models and the books and the family photo Percy found before promptly stuffing it in a desk drawer. Unconsciously, he rests a palm on the cool glass as if to reach out into the void. 

“Admiring the view?” 

Percy tenses again in a instant. He pulls his hand away, turns to see Annabeth leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, sharp gray eyes fixed on him. When he meets her gaze she lifts her chin and tilts her head a little to the side. Percy feels… observed. It makes his skin itch. 

“Brand new galaxy,” he says. “Been here a day and a half and it’s already trying to kill us. Think I’m due for a nap.” 

“In your own shiny new quarters no less.” 

Not my quarters. Percy bites his tongue. “Yeah, sure,” he says instead. 

Annabeth doesn’t make any move to come into the room. She just stands there, stony faced and tense, seemingly unaffected by the ensuing silence while Percy feels uncomfortable and awkward almost instantly. 

“I’m getting a this-isn’t-the-time-for-a-nap vibe from you right now,” he tries, slipping his hands into his pockets in an attempt at casual. “Is something on fire?” 

“Oh, not exactly,” she says with matching - mocking - false nonchalance. “We’re only headed to a planet that by all accounts is a wasteland and a deathtrap and… what? No briefing? No strategy? We’re just going to take a nap and wing it?” 

If he’s honest, Percy has indeed been planning to wing it. However it feels impossible to tell this to Annabeth when she calls him out on it. So instead he opts for the mature course and scowls in her general direction without making eye contact. “You want a team huddle? Group hug?” 

“I want a plan.” 

“I don’t have one.” 

There’s a small victory in the blatant shock that crosses Annabeth’s face before it turns to anger. She stands up straighter, drops her arms to her sides. 

“You’re the Pathfinder,” Annabeth snaps. “You’re supposed to have a plan.” 

“We don’t even know what we’re going to find on Eos,” Percy snaps right back. He wants her to leave. He doesn’t want to have this conversation. 

He doesn’t want to be in this room.

“There is significant data available on Eos, stored in files available from the Nexus,” SAM contributes. Percy ignores him.

He doesn’t want a SAM in his head.

He doesn’t want this SAM in his head.

“What do you want me to do?” 

“Your job.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“What do you think it means?” 

“You’re being impossible.” 

“You’re being insufferable!” 

“Well what would you do, if you were me?” 

“I - what?”

Annabeth’s expression goes from confrontational to startled in an instant.

“What would you do, in my position?” He watches her face, the way her eyebrows knit together for just a second and a muscle in her cheek twitches. When she doesn’t answer right away Percy wonders if they’re both imagining the same thing, her as Pathfinder instead of him. 

“I haven’t known you all that long,” he says to break the silence, casually strolling a few steps closer to her, “unless you count those six hundred years we were cryo buddies, but if there’s one thing I know about Annabeth Chase it’s that she always has a plan.” 

She crosses her arms again, does that same head tilt. Percy waits. When she decides that he is not in fact mocking her, her shoulders slump in and she shrugs in agreement. The corners of Percy’s lips quirk up, not quite a smile but close. 

“I had the Nexus forward all their records from Sites 1 and 2,” she admits. “And I’ve been comparing it to what we know of the Kett from our encounter on Habitat 7. We should expect a hostile reception.” 

Percy nods thoughtfully. “Expect hostiles. Good plan, I like it.” 

“You consider that a good plan?” 

“Annabeth, I consider having you on my team a good plan.” 

She startles again but recovers much more quickly this time and if he weren’t looking for it Percy would miss the slight pink that colors her cheeks. He mentally tallies up another victory. 

She starts to say something else but Percy cuts her off. “I’m exhausted,” he says bluntly. “And I will be happy to listen to all of your expert analysis on Eos in a post-nap version of the galaxy. But right now I’m going to lie down on that bed and sleep and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.” 

They both know that last part is not strictly true as Annabeth can do most anything she sets her mind to, but she lets it slide, mollified for the moment that Percy is not in fact going to throw them all to the metaphorical wolves. 

“I’ll see you in two hours,” she says. 

“Six,” Percy counters. She raises her eyebrows. “Four,” he amends and she smiles. 

“I’ll see you in four hours.” 

With that, she’s gone. The door whispers shut behind her and silence settles back into the space, heavier than before. 

Percy sinks onto the end of the bed, elbows on knees, head hung low. He truly is exhausted. All the way through to his bones. Every joint, every muscle, protests as he turns and pulls himself across the mattress. He collapses on top the covers, prepared to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep. 

Instead Percy finds that he is all too aware of his heartbeat, the pulse in his veins, the rustle of fabric at the slightest shift of his weight. The quiet is somehow imposing and his brain itches with the need to do something. He thinks about moving into the crew quarters. He thinks about the model ships lining the opposite wall. He thinks about his mother and the days that only just passed six hundred years ago in the wake of her. 

At that thought Percy rolls over onto his side, stares out at the endless expanse of space that is Andromeda and tries very hard not to think about how very far away and gone Sally Jackson is at that moment. 

Which is, of course, impossible. 

He tries for another fifteen minutes anyway but sleep is now decidedly out of reach. Percy considers his options and mentally tallies a victory in the Annabeth Chase column before dragging himself out of bed. 

He finds her in a nook of the crew quarters, two cups of steaming coffee on the table in front of her, omni-tool cycling through diagrams of what he assumes is Site 1 on Eos. 

“So sure I’d come,” he says, sliding into the seat next to her and pulling one of the cups closer. 

Annabeth looks at him without turning her head and raises an eyebrow. “That’s Piper’s” she says as he raises the coffee to take a sip. 

Percy blanches, hastily sets down the cup. Dextro coffee. 

“Has it been four hours already?” Annabeth asks innocently, eyes back on the bright orange diagram in front of her. 

“I just couldn’t sleep knowing you were coming up with riveting plans for our arrival on new and exciting planets.” 

She glances at him again out of the corner of her eye and Percy knows he must look like the living dead. Dark circles under his eyes, disheveled hair, slumped shoulders. She doesn’t comment though. Instead she says, “I lied about the coffee,” and slides a tablet across the table towards him. 

They work in companionable silence and Percy is glad for something to occupy his mind. Grover joins them for a bit, rambling about soil samples and growth conditions while Percy and Annabeth make all the appropriate listening noises. Will stops by as well, setting down cups of water and making thinly veiled comments about the importance of rest. 

The ambient noises - Piper’s impossibly gentle snores from the far bunk, Leo’s music drifting through the walls while he tinkers with the Nomad - are just enough to ward off the ghosts that haunt him in the silence. And indeed in the lulls Percy’s mind drifts to his father’s confident grin as they shuttled up for Habitat 7 or Beckendorf, shot and bloodied by the Kett standing above him. 

Annabeth works with a focus Percy couldn’t hope to achieve in a thousand years. He watches her in small glances as she skims through seemingly never ending tech schematics and structure blueprints. 

After a while, when his eyes refuse to scan over even one more status log, Percy tosses the tablet onto the table, stretches, leans back in his chair. Annabeth hasn’t said anything in over an hour. Percy wonders if the work is a distraction for her as well, if she’s hiding from anything too far away in the Milky Way to think about. Everyone in Andromeda left someone behind, after all. He thinks maybe none of them realized they’d follow them here. 

Already, the galaxy seems full of ghosts. 

“Pathfinder, arrival at Eos is estimated at just under four hours,” SAM chimes in with impeccable timing. 

“Thanks, SAM,” Percy murmurs. “Time for some sleep.” This, he directs at Annabeth. To her credit she doesn’t fight him on it but nods and sets down her tablet, rubs her temples and rests her forehead in her hands. 

Reluctantly, Percy makes his way back to the Pathfinder Quarters. The cabin is just as vacant and unfamiliar as it had been a few hours ago. He stands in the center of the room, breathes deep, feels the hum of the ship like it’s an extension of himself. He stares out at the tapestry that is Andromeda, as majestic as the moment he first set eyes on her. 

Still silent, or close enough to it.

And so very far from home.