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hannibals-favourite-meal · 2 years ago

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warnings: lots of death talk, death of a child

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Workshop By The Sea

Dim beams of sunlight streamed in through the dirty workshop windows, barely illuminating the cramped space. Statues of thousands of creatures, carved from ancient oak, decorated the surfaces. Their empty eyes observing their creator with a silent judgement as the chill Maine air carried in the smell of the ocean.

Shhhh shhhh shhhh

Sandpaper glided along the smooth wood

Uselessly.

Shavings littered the floor like tan mountains,

Growing with each pass of his weathered hands.

His eyes, cyan-wrapped gold, fixed before him

Unmoving.

Muscles in his shoulders rolled like the waves

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back.

He waited for her but she stayed away,

Heartbroken.

She would never step into this haven.

She would not come, her voice lost to him forever.

He had only himself to blame for this.

So foolish

His words cut deep, he spat and cursed her name

Leaving infected wounds in his cruel wake

He tore her apart until all that remained

Of her heart

Was a pile of despair and deep anguish

With the sawdust on his cold workshop floor.

Shhh shhh shhh

As The Stars Move By

Bursts of colour and light fill the empty, forming storms of activity that had never been seen before. The silence is loud and the universe young, ready to grow into something entirely new.

Pop pop pop

They had known each other before themselves

New twin flames

In the beginning, they were only dust

Swirling clouds of atoms amid great stars

The two nameless beings worked in tandem

Give and take

Lights flickering as they came in and out

Of existence with quiet pops and groans.

Blackness soon gave way to brilliant strokes

Of painted

Galaxies spiralled and twirled, like ribbon

In a brisk summer breeze. Free and beautiful.

Suns blinked out, disappearing into the

Vast unknown.

Leaving only wisps of their former selves.

Ghosts of lights that remain there for aeons.

They watched together as the universe

Underwent

A great metamorphosis that they helped

To nudge along. A star here, a void there.

Pop pop pop

First Steps Of A New World

The air around them was humid, carrying with it a spark of excitement. Lagoons of bright blue water dotted the coastline for miles, creating shimmering mirages under the blistering sun. The two beings stood over a small fish struggling to walk on the sand.

“They are going to be something special.”

Bo beamed, a proud dad watching his child

Take a step

Onto the dark cool mud tentatively.

He waited patiently, holding his breath.

The young man who stood at a huge stature

Crouched to them.

His arms held wide, guiding his creation.

Urging them to his embrace with firm words.

But as quick as this something new began

It ended

The creature gasped for air it could not breathe

Before finally falling silent. Dead.

Lorelai with an expression so soft

Scooped them up

Their body finding a home in her arms

Held tightly, a mom comforting her child.

“They are already special.”

Crumbling Ruins Of Great Empires

Vines consumed what was left of the great temple. Nothing resided there anymore save for a small family of emaciated mice who lived in Athena’s arms. The sunlight was dulled in here, obscured by decades of plant growth, leaving the once divine statues shrouded in shadow.

“Why have you taken them?”

Lorelai's brown hair floated in the breeze,

Fluttering.

She walked through this tomb with a ginger step,

Like she was not the one to cause such loss.

She could not meet her friend's mistrusting gaze

Too ashamed.

He didn’t see how her false smile crumbled to grief,

Too lost in his own desperate madness.

He only saw what he had lost to time.

So consumed

By the death of his pure precious creations

To know that they were kept whole, somewhere safe.

He did not know that she vowed to treasure

Each slight soul

That he made. To protect them and love them

With all she had, for all eternity.

She kneeled before the gods, her sorrow still.

Her head bowed

She spoke softly as to respect the void,

Words carried away by the endless breeze

“All things must end.”

It Made You A Stranger

Bo’s hands ached with the strain of his work. It had been weeks since he had last emerged from his sanctuary on the Maine coast. Rage pooled through the log walls like mould, festering, building.

“You are a plague, a malice upon everything I have created.”

He endeavoured to forge something unique

Unheard of

Just to spite the jealous woman that had

Stolen from his arms since their beginnings.

Not another soul would be lost to her

Not one more

Lorelai's power would be meaningless

To the everlasting life he would make.

And yet nothing Bo did had succeeded,

It all failed.

All he breathed life into, try as he might,

Was always cursed with a day to die

Ruined carvings cluttered around his feet,

Abandoned.

Each was picked up and lovingly arranged

On various shelves with a gentle touch

Hate laced his words like a deadly venom.

Striking out,

He refused to meet her bright copper eyes

He turned his back on her, she knew the truth.

“I am just the same as you.”

Until The Very End

The wind screamed in his ear as he ran through the storm. Blood stained the air with the scent of iron. Blackness sealed him into the vast forest, trapping the ancient carpenter in a maze of his own design, a path of dead flowers carved through the trees guided him through.

“It is okay to be scared.”

The bundle was so small in her embrace,

Gravely tiny.

She shielded her from the cold and the wind.

Though it was of no use now, death had come.

The storm was tranquil around her, almost

Watching them.

Lorelai's lips pressed to her cold forehead,

Dark tears spilling for the life that had been.

She was a child, barely older than eight.

Far too young,

She had no chance of surviving alone

But she was not on her own anymore.

Bo was too late to save that little life,

He failed her.

And yet as he watched his other comfort

The child, he could not hate her, not at all.

She hummed a melody under her breath

She crooned for

So many ears that would never hear her

Lorelai sang for all the souls she kept

“I will be right here beside you.”

Birth Of A Dying Flower

Long stalks of grass bent in the gentle breeze, rippling as if they were ripples in an ocean of jade. Clouds of pollen bloomed around the lone figure in the field, her smile dazzling bright amongst a circle of browning, dying grass.

Wwwwwhhhhoooooshhhh

Flowers always died around Lorelai.

Withering

Away at her feet like they could not stand

To be caressed by her reaping touches.

She would never admit it broke her heart

To watch them

Curl up to die. But she still found herself

In this calm field, surrounded by flowers.

Her the skirts of her dress pooled around her

Like silk waves.

She held a wilted petal with fond care

To inhale the earthy scent it carried

A ribbon of pristine green caught her eye.

Curious,

She reached for it, knowing it would wither,

But instead, the bulb bloomed before her eyes.

Petals of deep purple unfurled outwards

Revealing

Seeds that glowed like vivid stars in dark skies,

Silvery threads of pollen blew away.

“A flower made for death.”

Home

The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden hue over the lone figure in the isolated cabin. A loon called out somewhere in the distance, briefly interrupting his monotonous sanding before he seemed to come back to himself and resumed. A creak in the floorboards behind him made Bo abandon his work entirely.

“You’re here.”

The quiet that fell was almost haunting

As he turned.

At last facing Lorelai, his heart lurched

With both deep fear and a profound sadness

In her delicate hands, she cupped something.

Bo had hoped

She had found his gift. He hoped she loved it

But he was scared too, that she would hate it

She should have despised him, he knew that, but

How could she?

Lorelai smiled softly at Bo through tears

Revealing the rare flower on her palms.

The petals had not wilted, the colour

Remained bright,

Indeed it positively glowed now that

it was safely blooming in her soft touch.

Shining copper met blue wrapped in dark gold,

She looked up

To meet his heartbroken, guilt-ridden gaze

With nothing but love and joy in her own.

As Bo cautiously cupped her hands in his,

A spark burst.

They collided once more, their souls joining

Together, as they were destined to do.

“I always have been.”

All works

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queenangst · 3 years ago

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16 verklempt for percabeth. if ur willing and able to rip my heart out rn. love you ely

verklempt: completely and utterly overcome with emotion [read on ao3]

Annabeth never liked water.

It was kind of a bad punchline, considering she’d grown up right next to the ocean, but she didn’t. Dad tried to help her, of course. It was irrational. Silly, even.

Every time he took her to the pool she’d curl up in a chair trying to read. When they went to the beach Annabeth looked for interesting shells or fragments hidden in the sand, dreaming about what pieces of history she could find worn down and waiting for her. But she never liked the water, and could hardly be convinced to step foot in it.

The explanation she used to think was the book of ocean facts she’d read when she was four. Well, demanded to be read to her. An average of four thousand people drowned a year. There were plenty of unknown dangers to the sea. So on and so forth. Dad hadn’t wanted to read the rest, but she insisted.

The ocean was just too… much. Unpredictable and uncontrollable. Imagining herself in the deep waters, surrounded by the unknown all around her—Annabeth just didn’t like it.

By the time Annabeth turned seven, she found she didn’t like feeling too much, either. They were irrational. Overwhelming. Unpredictable and uncontrollable. Fear and fury boiled until she cracked open, and ran.

Later, she’d come to know, her dislike of water was probably because of the rivalry. And her dislike of feeling was probably because of home, or what used to be home.

“I don’t get it,” Annabeth said, seven and surly and small, too small to be left here alone. She curled up in a comfortable, padded chair, hiding her arms in the too-big sleeves of the bright orange shirt she’d been given.

Chiron smiled at her gently. “Do you know much about your mother and Poseidon?”

“Yes,” Annabeth answered before her brain could catch up. Of course she knew. It was there, somewhere. “Um… Athens. That’s why it’s named after her. Because A-Athena won the contest.”

The story she’d heard came back in bits and pieces, but Chiron filled in the rest for her. There were some inaccuracies as truth had turned to myth.

Annabeth blinked at the ground. Suddenly she felt her eyes burn.

Dad had told her that one. Instead of bedtime stories, Dad liked to recount myths—especially the ones about Athena. He must have known, and he’d never told her.

She gripped the arm of the chair tightly. He’d known. He’d known her mother was out there. Not just alive, but a goddess. He’d known Annabeth was a demigod. He’d known all the monsters and the spiders and everything were real and still—

“Here,” Chiron interrupted, and Annabeth had to unclench her fingers to take the warm cup of tea he offered her. “Are you alright?”

She drank so she didn’t have to talk to him. It was dumb. Chiron watched over her the way Dad didn’t, let her ask all sorts of questions, accompanied her as one of the youngest kids at camp. He told her stories, too.

“Fine,” she mumbled, because it was rude not to respond. She didn’t want to think about Dad, so she thought about Mom instead, and Poseidon. “So… since I’m… a daughter of Athena, I might be rivals with any of Poseidon’s children. But there aren’t any, right? That cabin’s empty.”

Chiron stroked his beard. “No,” he said finally. “Not that I know of. There shouldn’t be.”

“Shouldn’t?” she asked, but he shook his head at her. Annabeth huffed. “Fine.”

Chiron chuckled. “I don’t believe you would get along with them if you did meet one.”

“Then I hope I don’t. Will you tell me about the Oracle next?”

Percy was nothing like she imagined the most important person in her life would be. He was her ticket to a quest. He wasn’t much of a reader—didn’t like books—but had sharp eyes and could think fast. Luke said he was a natural with his sword. He drooled in his sleep.

He was quite possibly the most annoying person she’d ever met.

And… even though she wasn’t supposed to, she liked him.

“You don’t have to think of him as a potential enemy, you know,” Grover told her quietly, as the bus clunked hard over a bump. “Or a rival. I can tell you don’t like him that much, but… he’s a good guy. Just give him a chance.”

“This is me giving him a chance,” Annabeth told him, raising her chin.

“Alright, alright,” Grover said nervously, chewing on a can. “I just mean—you’re allowed to be friends with him, if you want.”

“I thought your empathy link was with Percy, not me,” she grumbled. Grover bumped her arm with his.

“I know a thing or two about feelings.”

“Whatever, Grover.”

Chiron was wrong, Annabeth decided. Sure, Percy pushed all her buttons. Sometimes she asked the gods why she had to be stuck with him, of all demigods.

But he had a good heart. He cared. They’d fought the Furies, and Medusa together. He’d saved her during the Thrill Ride o’ Love. When Annabeth tried to be angry at him she found it harder and harder to keep feeling that way.

Athena wouldn’t have liked Percy. Annabeth shouldn’t have. But—Percy was right, too. They could work together.

The truck was dark, damp, and maybe the furthest from any place Annabeth pictured as home as she’d ever been. She’d slept in worse places while on the run, and at least there was a roof and some hay as bedding underneath. And company.

Here in the dark it was harder to hold onto any sort of wall she’d built, or keep the lid on her thoughts.

“So if the gods fight,” Percy started.

Annabeth didn’t want to think about that. She didn’t want to think about how their quest—the quest she’d dreamed of, the one where she could prove herself—was also meant to prevent a war between the gods. And unpredictable and uncontrollable as he was, Annabeth knew what he was going to ask.

“Will it end up like the Trojan War? Will it be Athena versus Poseidon?”

She put her head down, pressing her cheek to the coarse fabric of the backpack. She didn’t want to think about that, either. It was possible. It was likely.

And Athena… her mom would expect Annabeth, like the rest of her siblings, to fight together.

She didn’t say it out loud, but she thought she knew what would happen. Athena would side with her father, Zeus, against her rival, Poseidon. Percy’s dad. And Athena would expect Annabeth to fight against Percy.

Annabeth didn’t want to say that. She didn’t want to fight Percy. And he’d started to remind her that she was more than what her mom wanted from her, too.

“I don’t know what my mom will do,” she lied finally, closing her eyes so she wouldn’t have to look at Percy while she said it. So she didn’t have to see Percy looking at her. “I just know I’ll fight next to you.”

“Why?”

He sounded so struck by the idea that Annabeth would choose him—so confused. Percy didn’t get it.

She felt it wash over her. It was terrifying, choosing Percy—and terrifyingly easy. It was like plunging into cold water after a lifetime of not daring to go near it. It was like feeling the ocean all around her, not knowing which way was up, throwing herself into the deep. Her lungs burned. Her throat closed like she was drowning.

But as soon as Annabeth said it she knew that was going to be it. If it ever came down to it, whatever happened, she’d fight next to Percy.

“Because you’re my friend, Seaweed Brain,” she said finally. “Any more stupid questions?”

#love u bb #asks #my fanfic #pjo fanfic #percabeth #the most #THE MOST!!!!!!!!!!!

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callmebrycelee · 2 years ago

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9-1-1 REACTION

This reaction is for the season 6, second episode titled “Crash & Learn” which originally aired on September 26, 2022. The episode was written and directed by Juan Carlos Coto. Spoilers ahead!

Whew, chile! The writers of 9-1-1 are coming for our scalps and it’s only episode 2! This was a Hen and Athena-centric episode and it did not disappoint! There were quite a few crashes, both literal and metaphorical, and much was learned. There was so much that went down in this episode so I’m going to break it down, plot point by plot point.

We begin the episode with Athena and Bobby arriving in Florida. In the last episode, Athena's father, Samuel Carter, had a stroke while behind the wheel of his car and drove through the house. Athena and Bobby head to the hospital where he is being kept in a medically induced coma. Athena's mother, Beatrice Carter, appears to be in denial about her husband's health which puts her at odds with her daughter. Athena and her mother have always had friction. I suspect it may have to do with Beatrice not being entirely happy with the trajectory her daughter's life has taken. I also think they're a lot alike which might be why they butt heads.

When the three of them head home from the hospital, Athena is shocked to see her dad's car still parked inside the house. Beatrice assures her that Samuel will take care of it when he comes back home but Athena reminds her that it will be a while before he comes home - if he ever comes home. Beatrice is not trying to hear anything her daughter is saying, so Bobby does what he does best and steps up to be a buffer between mother and daughter. Bobby is such a good husband to Athena and while they've weathered their fair share of issues, it's so great to see them work as a team.

Back in LA, we get our first emergency of the episode. Now this particular emergency hits different due to recent news of one of my favorite internet personalities announcing via social media that he has not only cheated on his spouse with whom he has two kids but he cheated with one of his employees. I don't condone infidelity but the man in this episode does the absolute most when he discovers his wife, Holly, is knocking boots with their next door neighbor, Angelo. Rather than go to marriage counseling or separate, Benjamin decides to set off explosions in his yard. This causes the underground tunnel the neighbor has built between the two homes to collapse thus trapping Angelo in the underground passageway. Thankfully Angelo is rescued by the 118 and Benjamin is justifiably arrested for his reckless behavior. At the end of this emergency, I was left wondering if it was worth it. Was the affair worth it? Was the revenge worth it?

Meanwhile, Hen is trying to balance her new role as the interim captain with preparing for her year 2 medical exams and her home life. I feel like Hen, for the most part, is portrayed as this bad-ass black woman who handles her business and no matter how busy she is, she always manages to make it work. I love how this episode explores that she is very human and humans get overwhelmed. Humans get tired. Humans fail. I just hate that she had to learn that lesson the hard way.

At first it does seem like Hen will manage to pull everything off. Soon Bobby will be back so she can go back to being a paramedic. Things at home seem to be going pretty okay. And she's also doing well studying for the test. Perhaps one of the scariest moments of the episode involves Hen nearly falling asleep at the weekend which I thought would finally be a wakeup call. Things only get worse when Hen forgets to attend one of Denny's events much to the disappointment of Karen. I felt so bad for Hen because you can tell she's trying so hard to do it all but she keeps coming up short.

Our second emergency of the night involves a group of three friends who have known each other since the sixth grade. As part of their retirement trip, they purchase tickets to the Happiness Convention. Things take a disastrous turn when a portion of the building collapses and the three men are trapped. The main friend, Lev (played by veteran actor Arye Gross) attempts to save his friends and one of the young employees at the exhibit by insisting that Hen and Buck work on freeing them from the rubble.

While tending to Lev, Buck learns the reason as to why the three friends came to the Happiness Convention. Lev talks about how he has done everything he's supposed to - get married, have kids, have a career, etc. But none of those things really sparked joy in his life. Hearing this hits a little too close to home for Buck who is still nursing his breakup with Taylor. He is also on a journey of self-discovery and it almost seems fated that he would meet Lev at this point in his life.

By the time Lev's friends and the young employee are pulled from the rubble, all three alive, Lev succumbs to his injuries. Buck doesn't exactly handle this well and does everything he can to save Lev. It's too late but Lev does manage to impart an important life lesson before he passes away. If Buck is going to ever find true happiness in life, he needs to stop settling. He needs to keep learning and keep living.

It is refreshing to see this reflective side to Buck. Since his introduction in the season one pilot episode, Buck has always been impulsive and reactionary. He went from his relationship with Abby to Ally and then to Taylor. He's built his whole life around the 118. He's also experienced quite a bit of personal and family traumas over the years. Through it all, Buck has remained steadfast but perhaps that's the issue. Buck needs to get out there and shake things up. I'm hoping we get to see him try new things this season and hopefully he won't jump back into yet another relationship with someone who ends up disappointing him. I'm excited to see what happens next for our Buckaroo.

Now back to Hen. When we see her struggling with the exam, I immediately began bracing myself for the bad news I knew was coming. When Hen received the call that she failed her exam, my heart broke for her. What's worse is that everything Karen said was right. Hen needed to choose between her medical career and being a paramedic as well as her family. Unfortunately it seems like the decision was made for her but something tells me that neither you or me should ever count Henrietta Wilson out. I don't know how things work in medical school but maybe she can keep going or start over. No matter what she decides to do, I do think that Hen learned a valuable lesson about what's truly important in life - as cliche as that sounds.

Back in Florida, Athena enlists the help of a childhood friend to clean up the mess Samuel's accident created and Beatrice is not having it. She lashes out at Athena and accuses her of wanting her and Samuel gone so that she can get back to her fancy life in Los Angeles. Bobby, again, steps in and tells Beatrice to calm down and he later goes and talks with Athena. Athena talks about her relationship with her father and how they used to pick oranges and tangerines together. It is so clear that both women are struggling with Samuel being in the hospital. For Athena, she doesn't want to lose one of her parents. For Beatrice, she doesn't want to lose the man she has loved for decades. Athena does talk with Beatrice and she lets her know that she isn't there to take over. She is only trying to make things easier for her. It appears that for now both mother and daughter are on the same page.

After an episode filled with crushing defeats and difficult losses, we are dealt yet another blow when Athena returns to her parents' home. The place is swarmed with cops and Bobby delivers the news that while he and her childhood friend were digging up the foundation, they discovered a body. Now being a true fan of this show, I immediately flashed back to "Athena Begins" which is the episode where Athena tells Hen about a little girl who went missing when Athena was very young. Hen asked if they ever found her and Athena said no. She said that she could remember her father, Samuel, and several others searching high and low for Tanya Kingston.

When I saw the look on Athena's face in this scene, I knew she was thinking the same thing I was thinking, and at the end of the episode we get confirmation that the body is indeed Tanya Kingston. Dun-dun-dunnnnnn. So, like many viewers, I have questions. If Athena's family has lived in that house since Athena was a young girl, that means that someone she knows is responsible for the girl's death and subsequent burial. There's also the question of whodunit. Was it Samuel? If it's Samuel - wow ... that would be a tough pill to swallow. Is it her childhood friend's dad who was also mentioned in this episode. The real question is, how was a little girl buried under Samuel and Beatrice's house without anyone else noticing? Is there a conspiracy going on here? Something tells me we will find out soon.

What a great episode! This episode was a bit dark and sad at times but I think this was one of the better episodes of the show in quite some time. Season 6 appears to be off to a great start. We are getting what I felt was missing for most of last season - rich character development. Part of what makes this show so successful is that we viewers love the characters. We love Athena and Bobby. We love Hen and Buck and Eddie. We love Chimney and Maddie. We love their backstories and their ongoing stories and we want more. Hopefully we get more from our characters this season! Until next time ...

#tv reaction #911 reactions #blw reactions #fox 911 #athena grant #bobby nash #hen wilson #karen wilson #chimney han #maddie buckley #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #arye gross #beatrice carter #samuel carter #bathena #buddie

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buckleyirondad · 4 years ago

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I'm falling apart (and all I want is to trust you)

Eddie and Christopher's reactions to Buck collapsing in 3x03: The Searchers.

Christopher Diaz Week, Day 4: Eddie & Chris + “You’re the most important person.”

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Eddie attempted to hold his breath, but he couldn’t.

A natural instinct fought against him, forcing him to struggle through quick strangled breaths.

He leaned his head back, scanning Christopher for possible injuries with rapid eyes, and when he couldn’t see anything aside from a few scratches, he drew his son back into his arms, frantically gripping onto him as if he would disappear, without a moment’s notice.

Me and Christopher, we were at the beach.

Eddie screwed up his face as he pressed his forehead against Christopher’s chest, taking a moment to listen to the comforting sound of his heart beating.

He swallowed the rising bile in his throat.

His son had been there, he survived the wave as it came crashing down upon him, and Eddie wasn’t; he would need more than ten fingers to count all the times he wasn’t there for his son, and the longer the list became, the heavier he felt.

“Dad—” Christopher’s tired voice muttered, “Buck fell over.”

Buck.

When Eddie had set eyes on his best friend, with two bleeding gashes across his face and an injured arm tied up in a makeshift bandage, he was sure he hadn’t felt dread like it since he had seen Shannon laid lifelessly across that street.

There was the initial shock; seeing Buck, bloodied and bruised, the same guy who’d escaped death twice in the shortest space of time, who happened to be on blood thinners, barely standing on his own two feet.

Then, it changed quickly, Eddie’s fatherly instincts canceled out everything else and his mind fixated on Christopher’s absence.

Christopher hiccupped, “Dad.”

Eddie, I just don't know how to say it.

Christopher tangled his legs around Eddie’s middle, tucking his head against his shoulder as he admitted, in the gentlest of whispers, “I want Buck.”

He was looking for Buck.

“Okay.” Eddie scraped his teeth over his lower lip as he swayed up onto his feet, allowing the world around him to come crashing back, “Let’s—”

Buck was down. Still awake, but his eyes were unfocused, staring blankly ahead; his skin was an awful grey, and his breaths were less controlled than Eddie’s erratic ones.

A panicked Hen was perching behind, acting as a human pillow for Buck to fall back on, but that didn’t stop her from ripping a glove off, to press her fingers on his pulse point.

Bobby had his hand pressed firmly against Buck’s shoulder, he was speaking, but Eddie couldn’t hear him.

Chimney charged over, clutching a medkit as he knelt, his hand on Buck’s cheek, trying to gain his attention, but Buck barely flinched at the touch.

Eddie knew exactly what Buck needed and what the half-asleep kid bundled in his arms did too.

Reassurance.

“Buck—” Eddie breathed as he hurried over, “Hey, Buck—”

Buck lifted his eyes, they widened when he met Eddie’s gaze, “Eddie, I—” He tried to move, but was easily pulled back, “I’m sorry.”

Eddie rushed to reassure, “It’s okay, look…” He got onto one knee, sitting Christopher down, he looped his arms under his son’s, and turned him, so that he was facing Buck, “Look who it is.”

Christopher extended his hand, gently laying it across Buck’s cheek, “Buck.”

Buck choked out a sob, his face leaning into the hold, “Christopher—”

“I couldn’t find you,” Christopher admitted, “So, I just kept swimming.”

Buck attempted a lopsided grin, “So did I.” He scrunched his nose, “Sorry I couldn’t find you.”

“But I found you!” Christopher jumped up, off his dad’s knee, bringing him his arms to gently wrap around Buck, “And you didn’t stop looking.”

Eddie caught Hen’s face, as he crumpled, tears filling her eyes, Bobby and Chimney were the same, turning his faces away.

Christopher leaned back, hand on his chest, “I’m Nemo.” He proclaimed, “And you’re Dory.” He prodded the center of Buck’s chest, “Dad’s Marlin.”

Eddie wiped a hand over his eyes as he smiled.

Buck nodded, his eyelids drooping slightly, “That’s right, buddy.”

“Okay—” Eddie reached out, reluctantly pulling Christopher away, “Uncle Chimney needs to make sure Buck is okay.”

Hen spoke soft, “And I can check you over too Chris—”

“I’m okay,” Christopher hummed, “Buck saved me.”

Hen nodded, tying her arm tighter around Buck’s unstable front, “I bet he did.”

Chimney was busy manhandling Buck, doing all the routine checks, “Your chest doesn’t sound too good, Buckaroo.”

“I’m—” Buck let his head flop against Bobby’s shoulder, “Tired.”

Eddie jumped to his feet, scooping Christopher up with him, facing him away from the chaos.

“I know—” Bobby jostled him, “But you know the drill, kid, stay awake.”

Buck nodded, “Okay.”

“I’m gonna see if they’ve got a bed for him,” Chimney hurried through the automatic doors, where he collided with Athena, who jumped into action as soon as her eyes found Buck; she followed behind Chimney.

“Pulse is erratic,” Hen muttered, darting her eyes between Eddie and Bobby, “We don’t know how long he was in the water.”

Eddie informed them, “They were at the beach.”

Hen lowered her head, shaking it.

“That’s—” Bobby bit his lip, “That’s impossible.”

Hen squeezed his arm, “They made it out.” She moved her head, turning her attention to Buck, “Hey, you wanna show me those beautiful blue eyes of yours?”

“Sure,” Buck blinked slowly, “But you’re married.”

“Ha.” Hen stroked her fingers through his hair, “In your dreams.”

Buck stammered, “Lost Chris—”

“He’s here, Buck,” Hen told him, pointing up, “He’s okay.”

“No.” Buck was stern, “We were safe, then lost him—”

Bobby looked to Eddie, “It was a natural disaster, son,” He told him, “Not your fault.”

“Wave came back.”

The wave retracted half an hour before sundown, and that was six hours ago, that was how long they spent apart. Could have been worse. That meant they spent six hours together and almost five apart.

“We were on a firetruck,” Buck laughed at the irony of it all, “He fell in, and I jumped—”

Eddie closed his eyes, drawing in a sharp breath as he drew Christopher closer.

Buck didn’t even hesitate to follow.

Eddie wished he didn’t have to listen, but at least Buck was talking.

“Eddie—” Buck winced, “I’m so sorry.”

“Stop.” Eddie ordered, “You did everything right and he’s okay.”

“He’s okay,” Buck relaxed, heavy against Bobby’s side, “He’s okay—” He muttered as his eyes came to a close.

“No.” Hen patted his back, trying to coax him awake, “Buck!”

“Come on, kid,” Bobby turned, hands on Buck’s face, “You’ve gotta stay awake.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“Hey—” Chimney jogged over, panic etched on his face, “We’ve got a bed free, Athena’s making sure nobody claims it.”

Hen spun her head, “We’re gonna need a gurney.”

“No.” Buck winced, “No—”

Hen pressed a hand to his forehead, hissing, “I don’t like—”

“Please—” In his fevered state, Buck moved closer to Bobby, “Please!”

Bobby grabbed at Buck’s loose limbs, tugging him up so that his head was pressing against the older man’s chest, “Hey.”

“Want—” Whatever Buck wanted, he was determined, “Need—”

“What do you need, kid?”

Buck slurred, his breathing slowed, “Important—”

“What’s important?”

“You.”

Eddie could pinpoint the moment that Bobby’s heart shattered.

“I’ve got you, kid,” Bobby tapped his arm, “I’m right here.”

Hen was unable to hide the slight crack in her voice, “We need to get him inside, Bobby.”

“Okay.” Bobby looped his arm under Buck’s back, clutching his fingers around his shoulder, “I’ll take him.”

Chimney’s eyes widened, “You sure?”

“I’m not as old as I look,” Bobby got up onto his feet, one arm under Buck’s back and the other under his knees, gathering his legs, “See.”

Hen gently lifted Buck’s head, letting it sit at an uncomfortable angle against Bobby’s chest.

Buck was a little taller than Bobby, but it worked, for the most part, and Bobby didn’t even flinch.

Chimney gently tapped Bobby’s back, wearing his cautious smile, “Let’s get him inside.”

Bobby and Chimney headed towards the automatic doors, people parted to allow them through.

Hen cleared her throat, “Eddie, I can check Christopher over now.”

“Thank you.”

Christopher held up his head, looking around, “Wanna go with Buck.” He was clear and precise with his demand, “Please.”

Eddie didn’t want to keep them apart, but knew, for now, they had to be.

“You can later.” Hen pressed a hand to Christopher’s back, “When the doctors have checked him over, you’ll be the first one to give him a hug, okay?”

Christopher nodded, “Okay.”

Eddie was quiet, while sitting on the corner of the cot, Christopher on his lap as Hen did her usual checks, asking Christopher a couple of questions, which he answered happily while peppering in the fact that Buck was a superhero.

“He’s good,” Hen assured Eddie, “Really good.”

“Yeah?”

“He’s barely got a scratch on him, and the ones he does have don’t even need bandages,” She told him, “A change of clothes and a good night’s sleep, that’s what this one needs.”

“That’s—”

“I know,” Hen nodded, “Buck really went through the wringer—”

“He spent six hours searching alone,” Eddie scraped his teeth over his lower lip, keeping his voice low, “Bleeding out—”

“Like I said before,” Hen lifted her shoulders, “He’s a golden retriever.”

Eddie snorted a laugh.

“And a fighter.” Hen locked her fingers together, “He did good. Both of them did.” She stood up, “I’ll go and check on him, I’ll report back to you, are you staying?”

“Can’t keep these two apart for too long,” Eddie tied his arm around Christopher’s front, “I won’t do that.”

“Okay.” She nodded, “I’ll see if I can grab some blankets too.” She turned on her heel, heading for the main entrance, quick on her feet.

Christopher shuffled off Eddie’s lap, taking the seat next to him and resting his head on his arm, “Will Buck be okay?”

“He will be,” Eddie said with an uncertain nod, “It’s been a long day.”

“He got hurt looking for me?” Christopher lifted his chin, “Why?”

“He was scared,” Eddie calmed his voice, “You’re a very important person and he loves you.”

He squeaked, “I love him too.”

“It must have been scary, when you couldn’t find him,” Eddie combed a hand through Christopher’s hair, his heart beating at a mile a minute.

“I looked for him, Dad, promise.” Christopher wrapped his hand around Eddie’s, “Like he looked for me.”

“Yeah, and you found him, buddy,” Eddie breathed, “You found each other.”

Christopher straightened his back, searching the crowd, “Is everybody here important?”

“Yeah, everybody is,” He spoke optimistically, of course, knowing that they were more than a few terrible people in the world, but that wasn’t a conversation for now, “But guess what?”

Christopher offered his most adorable grin, “What?”

Eddie pressed his finger against Christopher’s chest, “You’re the most important person.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really…” Eddie scrunched his nose, “To me, Pepa, Abuela, Abuelo, Buck…”

“That’s cool.” Christopher smiled, “You’re important too, Daddy.”

Eddie tucked him closer, “Thank God for you, kid.”

“Hey…” Chimney jogged over, holding a bunch of blankets, he darted his eyes around while he headed over, searching the camp for somebody, “Have you seen Maddie?”

“No,” Eddie shook his head, “Is she on her way?”

“Last I heard, stuck in traffic,” Chimney sighed, “Apparently, Buck phoned her, just before—” He cut himself off, “Here.”

Eddie grasped the blankets, wrapping one around Christopher, “Thanks.”

Christopher celebrated, “Thanks Chimney!”

Chimney smiled, “No problem, kid.”

“How’s Buck doing?” Eddie asked, his knee bouncing.

“He’s doing okay,” Chimney lowered his voice, “They’re letting him rest right now, he’s latched onto Bobby like some sort of octopus.”

Eddie snorted a fond laugh.

“He was a little out of it,” Chimney grinned, “But he made Bobby and Athena cry.”

“Hang on, he made Athena cry?” Eddie held up a hand, “We’re talking about the same Athena, here, right?”

“I know.” Chimney hissed through his teeth, “He basically assumed that everybody would wanna go home, like leave him—”

Eddie smile gradually disappeared; he always had the feeling that Buck was used to being abandoned, and he hated it.

“Said something about his mom and it pushed Athena, a little,” Chimney explained, “He’s sleeping now.”

“Any room for us?” Eddie asked, “I think they need each other.”

“They do.” Chimney spoke in full agreement, “He’s being transferred to First Presbyterian in an hour, should be more room there.”

“Good.”

Christopher yawned, “It’s been a long day, Dad.”

Eddie and Chimney laughed at that.

“Yeah, bud,” Eddie agreed, “It’s been a long day, but you can sleep if you like.”

“Nope.” Christopher sang, “Not until I see Buck.”

Chimney lifted his eyebrows as if to say, ‘we’ll see.’

He was proven wrong as even on the journey to First Presbyterian; Christopher didn’t sleep.

Once they bypassed a couple of rules, they made it into Buck’s room, and Christopher crawled up onto the bed, latching onto Buck’s side, the pair falling asleep instantly.

Eddie relaxed in the seat beside them, crossing his arms, letting himself drift off to sleep.

There was nobody in the world that he trusted, with his son, more than Buck.

#911 fanfiction #911 #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #evan buck buckely #evan buckley #bobby nash #hen wilson #chimney han #firefam #buddie if you squint #liberty writes

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tails89 · 3 years ago

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Whumptober day 4

“Do you trust me?” | taken hostage | pushed

Buddie - 1k

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From the depths of the building, a single gunshot rings out, almost lost in the cacophony of the surrounding emergency personnel. More orders are shouted and there are officers and detectives rushing around behind the cover of their vehicles.

And Eddie Diaz sees none of it.

“We have to go in!” He fights back against Bobby and Chim, keeping him pinned against the truck. This was supposed to be a routine call out— a possible false alarm— but now Buck is inside, held hostage by a desperate criminal and no one is doing anything.

“It’s too dangerous.” There’s an edge to Athena’s tone, like she’s only just herself holding back from racing into the building. “We don’t know what’s going on inside and we can’t risk you too.”

“But it’s Buck!” Eddie pleads, appealing to the affection he knows Athena feels for his boyfriend.

“And jumping the gun and rushing in isn’t going to help him,” Athena bites back. “There are procedures for a reason. Ignoring them isn’t going to help Buck.”

“It’s been hours, Athena.”

“We’ll get your boy Eddie, but you have got to let us do our jobs.”

It’s another hour before the “all clear” echoes through their radios followed by a request for an RA unit. Eddie grabs his pack, ready to follow the team. Bobby doesn’t try to stop him and it’s a relief, Eddie was prepared to argue the point but that would have taken precious time.

He rushes inside with Hen and Chimney, a million different scenarios running through his head about what he might see. None of it prepares him for the real thing— Buck; pale, with bruises already blooming across his face.

He’s half sitting, half slumped against a pillar, his eyes closed. There are deep lines of pain etched into his face and his chest rises and falls with short, quick breaths.

And the blood. There’s so much blood— it coats Buck’s hands, his clothes.

Hen and Chim move in, quickly assessing the damage but Eddie can’t move, can’t breathe. The whole world is at a standstill, narrowing in on Buck.

But then Buck’s hand twitches and suddenly roaring in Eddie’s ears dampens enough to hear the soft moan that accompanies the movement.

He’s not aware of his feet moving, but one moment Eddie’s standing still and the next he’s kneeling beside Buck, holding his hand while Hen cuts through his shirt to access the wound.

“Hey, shhh, I’ve got you,” Eddie croons, stroking his free hand through Buck’s sweaty hair. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”

“Ed—" Buck cuts off with a groan.

“Sorry Buck,” Hen tells him sympathetically as she puts pressure on the wound. “I know it hurts, but we’ve got to stop the bleeding.”

Chimney gets to work inserting an IV, and taking vitals. “Okay, let’s get ready to move him.” He leans over Buck keeping his voice light. “Just let us do all the work, okay Buck? You’re good at that.” It gets something that could almost be a laugh from Buck before his eyes are falling shut again.

“No, stay awake,” Eddie tells Buck, tapping his cheek. “Eyes open.”

“He never does listen,” Hen says, motioning for the backboard. “Eddie, give us a hand.”

The sound Buck makes when they roll him onto the backboard almost breaks Eddie’s heart. His eyes are scrunched shut as they lift him up onto the gurney and Eddie reaches for Buck’s hand, squeezing reassuringly.

“You’re doing great,” Eddie tells him. “We’ll be at the hospital soon, just stay awake for me.”

The wait at the hospital is a tense one. The mood inside is sombre. No one feels like talking while they wait.

When the surgery drags on into the second hour, Eddie steps outside to call Carla and ask if she can watch Chris for the night. He can hear his son in the background asking to talk to him and he takes a long calming breath while the phone is passed over.

“Dad what happened?”

Eddie swallows against the lump in his throat. “Buck got hurt, Chris. We’re at the hospital, but he’s going to be okay.”

“Can I see him?”

“We’re just waiting at the moment,” Eddie tells him. “He’s probably going to be in surgery for a while and he’s going to be pretty sleepy after. Tomorrow, if he’s feeling better, I promise you can see him.”

“I want to wait with you,” Chris says, “I don’t want you to be alone.”

Eddie bites his lip as his composure wavers. “I know kiddo, and I love that you want to be here but I’m not alone,” he says, fighting to keep his tone even. “Maddie is here. So is Chim and Bobby and Hen.”

“Okay,” Chris says, voice resigned. “Hey Dad?”

“Yeah, bud?”

“When you see Buck, can you give him a big hug for me?”

“The biggest,” Eddie promises. He disconnects the call and heads back to the waiting room to settle in once more.

Two more hours pass before the doctor comes to let them know Buck is out of surgery and then it's a further forty-five minutes before he’s settled in a room and allowed visitors.

The rest of the team take that as their cue to head home. Buck is going to be okay and the hospital is restricting his visitors to just Maddie and Eddie as it’s outside regular visiting hours.

Eddie and Maddie follow the nurse towards Buck’s room.

“He woke up briefly in recovery,” the nurse says as she shows them inside. “But I wouldn’t be surprised if he sleeps through till morning.” She leaves them alone after checking the monitors beside the bed.

Maddie doesn’t stay for long, just long enough to reassure herself that Buck’s going to be okay, before she heads home with Chim.

Eddie drags his chair closer to the bed. Buck is still pale in the harsh fluorescent light that filters in from the hall, but his face has lost the grey pallor from before.

“You’re going to give me grey hairs,” Eddie murmurs, reaching for Buck’s hand. He squeezes it, his thumb rubbing soft circles into the warm skin of Buck’s wrist. “You were right behind me when we evacuated.”

Buck’s fingers twitch, curling around Eddie’s hand.

“Had to go back,” he mumbles, half asleep. “Had t’make sure they all got out.”

“I know,” Eddie says, voice low. “You did good.” Buck’s fingers go lax in his as the drugs drag him back under. “Sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”

#911fic #buddie #evan 'buck' buckley #eddie diaz #whumptober #hurtbuck #taken hostage #blood #911 fanfic #my911fanfic

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anyoneseenadam · 4 years ago

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Home: Chapter Seven

azriel x reader (acotar)

summary: (y/n) is a daughter of Persephone, still recovering from the trauma of her fall into Tartarus and doesn’t have time for a stupid, handsome, annoying, stunning, injured man. But now they’re stuck together in the middle of nowhere and there only chance of getting home is if she can heal him, and fast.

warnings: big spoilers for mark of Athena and house of Hades, also for the acotar series, eventual smut, blood, PTSD, graphic descriptions of violence, injuries and torture, enemies to lovers so az is a bit of a dick to start, swearing,

word count: 3.9k

a/n: I’m entirely writing this to distract myself from the real world but honesty I’m having a great time, I think there will be one more chapter after this one and maybe an epilogue but asides from that, also feel free to message or ask if you want to be tagged :)) anyway enjoy and pls comment and shiz :)

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Azriel had once joked that you were like an actual flower, needing water and sunlight to use your powers. At the time you had laughed but now as you stood in front of the mirror, wiping the tears from under your eyes, and preparing to walk into the world of all things dead, you understood. The dress you wore was one of the few fancy ones you reserved for the dinners you were often dragged to before your fall. It was lavender, with tulle cascading down your legs from the waist, paired with a tight corset top and tulle off-the-shoulder sleeves. As you sat with a ‘humph’ and started applying your makeup, your stepbrother walked in.

“Well you look cheery,” Nico said, sitting on your bed.

“I look like an evil power puff girl,”

“You look like you are a princess, which you are so my dad is going to be pleased.”

“I really don’t care what he thinks,” you snapped, and Nico help up his hands. He was wearing all black as usual, simple dress pants and a loose black shirt tucked in, his belt matched his rings, and his dark hair and even darker eye bags made him look every bit the Underworld prince. “Sorry, I’m not mad at you,” you said turning back around to carry on with your makeup.

“I know, it’s stressful for you,” he moved to sit next to you, resting his head on your shoulder and you applied eyeliner.

“I don’t wanna get sick again, I have things to do. Plus I’ve got to convince your dad to let me ask for this favour. I just feel like it’s all going to go to shit.”

“I get it, you’ll be fine though. Also I’m pretty sure your mum is going to do anything for you if it means you’ll speak to her again, so she’ll be on your side at least. That’s three vs one.” He nudged you as you put down the eyeliner.

“That’s true.” You bit the inside of your lip and Nico, sensing your worry, changed topic.

“Tell me about Azriel,” He said, and you caught his eye in the mirror.

“Huh?”

“Well I gotta make sure that when you become his problem it will be permanent, I don’t want you coming back,” he joked.

“Fuck you,” you laughed shoving his shoulder and he giggled, rolling onto his back.

“I don’t want to do thisssss,” Nico said in a sing-song voice lying flat on the floor.

“Me neither but I’m not going in alone bitch,” you laughed, starting to feel slightly better. It was moments like this that made you regret pushing your friends away, the thought of seeing them was always scary but when you were with your brother again you remembered why you loved them so much. You assessed your outfit in the mirror and sighed.

“What?” Nico asked, sitting back up.

“This would look really nice with a dark red lip,” you said, biting your lip.

“Do you have one?” he asked, and you nodded. He was quiet for a second before reaching out and ruffling through your makeup, finding your favourite red lipstick. “Do you wanna try?”

“Yeah, but if I cry it’ll mess up my eyeliner.” You said with a shaky laugh. He laughed quietly handing you the lipstick and you looked at him in the mirror, taking in a shuddering breath. You were stronger than this and you could handle it. You closed your eyes for a minute, counting your breaths, before opening the lipstick.

Once it was applied you lifted your chin, staring down the girl in the mirror. Nico grabbed your hand softly and you tore your eyes away, standing and pulling on your shoes.

“Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

Azriel was in a shit mood. He was 90% sure that you had cast some sort of spell on him when he was with you, something that made him happy and relaxed, because now that you weren’t here he pretty much wanted to throttle everyone.

Amren had been helping him look for a way to get back to you. The first thing they had tried was winnowing, he pictured your face; your smile, the way your hands felt in his, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t reach you. So they had been scanning books since then, reading up on every theory and myth. Nesta had brought him to speak to Gwyn who had told him about the theory that there could be up to at least 20 other worlds. Amren had also made him talk through every detail about this world he could remember, writing diligent notes as Cassian gave him weird looks when he spoke about Bucky Barnes.

“He’s a character, it’s a simple concept.”

“Yeah but how do you get an emotional connection to a character?”

“Shut up both of you.”

The pain in his chest was only growing as well, and he came to the daunting realisation that if he failed this; if he couldn’t get back to you, or get you back to him, he would probably have to deal with it for the rest of his long, long life.

He felt bad for taking his frustrations out on his family who were just worried about him, but he had never felt this way before. All he could think of was the way your eyes cleared when the realisation dawned on you. The way you had gone from sobs to a different, all-consuming kind of pain, just for a second, your eyes clearing as you realised you might never see him again. He hated himself for not being strong enough to put up a fight, he knew he wasn’t a match for a god, but he should’ve tried, he was too shocked at the time, too heartbroken, but now he was terrified that you might think he gave up on you. He had to get back to you, he was afraid what you might do if you were alone again. If you were alone after having the bond dangled in front of you, only to have it ripped away moments later.

It was almost 3am and everyone else in the house had gone to bed, but Azriel didn’t sleep well normally, and he especially wouldn’t while he was apart from you. He looked up from his book when he heard someone clear their throat, his head whipped up an incredulous smile gracing his features when he saw you sitting there.

“Baby,” he started moving forward but you held your hand up, stopping him.

“Oh that’s just too sweet, you kids are giving me so much content,” you dabbed at your eyes, and Azriel frowned.

“(y/n)? what’s going on?”

“Oh I’m not (y/n) sweetie, but that’s just adorable. My name is Aphrodite, Goddess of love and beauty, I often appear as whoever you find most beautiful.” Azriel’s heart dropped, the brief happiness he felt seeing your face gone as the lady spoke.

“Aphrodite? Hermes mentioned you.” He said, tensing as he realised he was dealing with another god. “In fact he said it was your fault this all happened.”

“Oh Hermes, always blaming someone else. You should be thanking me.”

“And why would I do that.” Azriel knew the look on his face was deadly, but something about seeing a god cower under his gaze was feeding his ego.

“Haven’t you worked out why you can’t travel back to her.” She raised her eyebrows at him, her expressions may be on your face, but as he paid more attention she seemed like a completely different person. “I have the power to move through world’s, you do not. I just thought that poor, sweet girl had been through enough that she should get to meet her soulmate. I waited for you after your mission and then just made you forget and let the two of you fall in love naturally, I mean I get teary eyed thinking about it, you’re just too cute!”

Azriel’s shoulders relaxed slightly, “So why are you here? Are you going to bring her to me?”

“Hmm I could, but I’d get in so much trouble, plus she’s very smart and I want to see if her plan works. You people are so very entertaining.” Her face rippled for a second as she turned, and she briefly looked like Mor, then Elain, then back to you. “But you, poor boy,” He chose to ignore the condescending tone, “You were dealt a very bad hand love wise, so maybe if she doesn’t succeed I could pull a few strings, but I do have a holiday planned so it may be a few decades.”

Her laugh made him feel sick and he glared at her, “What did you say about her plan?”

“Oh yes! She’s going down to the underworld to try find a solution,” Aphrodite was moving around the room gracefully as Azriel sat back down, the weight of Aphrodite’s easy words hitting him. She picked up one of the books laying on the desk and made an unimpressed noise, throwing it back down carelessly.

“That’s where the dead go right?” he asked, silently praying he was wrong,

“Yup! Don’t worry though, her mother lives there too,” she said ‘mother’ with a slight snarl, but Azriel ignored her. “You know I get why she likes you, you’re very pretty aren’t you?” She walked over to him, swaying your hips and he had to remind himself it wasn’t you as she sat down in his lap, forcing his hands to stay clenched at his side. She ran your hand along his jaw, tilting her head with a smile as she stroked his face. Her thumb rested on his bottom lip as he glared at her with murderous rage, trying to reel it in as he remembered she was possibly the only one that could help him.

“Well I guess I better go,” She sighed dramatically then pressed a perfectly polished gold coin into his hand, “Flip this if you need me, emergencies and sex only.” She winked at him, before kissing his cheek and standing, waving seductively before vanishing. Azriel sat for a few minutes, reeling from the interaction he just had. Is this the world I’ve entered now? Gods who can do whatever they want? He wondered if that’s why you avoided talking about the Gods, if maybe growing up with this had made you bitter to them. He wanted to ask you and talk to you about it, or anything for that matter but instead he just pocketed the coin and stood, winnowing to his room, and collapsing on his bed.

“Sweetie, you look beautiful,” Your mother cried out as you and Nico arrived, you were leaning heavily on his arm, while surrounded by death, the coldness of a lifeless place seeped into your bones and weakened you, you had learnt as much the first time you visited. You gave your mother a tight-lipped smile and hugged her awkwardly.

“Oh I missed you so much dear,” she stroked your hair, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes.

“You could’ve visited.” It was hard to keep the bitterness out of your voice, after all you had gone through and she hadn’t visited once. A look of shock passed over her face but before she could reply Hades thundered in, his usual outfit, ‘the robes of death and despair’ as you fondly called them, were replaced by a dark suit, his hair slicked back from his face. He came to Persephone’s side and rested a hand around her waist pulling her in slightly, and despite yourself you felt a little jealous of their closeness as your mother looked up at him with doe eyes.

“Nico, my son, how are you?” Hades deep voice silenced the room, the very air seeming to stand still, and Nico flushed red as he was put on the spot. The four of you exchanged pleasantries as you made your way to the ridiculously long table, Hades sat at the head on one side, Persephone on the other, with Nico and you facing each other in the centre. The wood was dark, but the table was covered in all sorts of colourful food and you all helped yourselves while making small talk, only managing to hear your parents due to the eery silence of the room, dead guards not needing to make any noise.

After the first few courses and once you had consumed enough white wine to gain some courage you turned to face your mother.

“Mum, I think I need a favour if that’s okay?” you asked with great caution, extremely aware of the powerful forces surrounding you.

“Well that depends dear. What is it?”

“After the battle and the… fall, I never got my reward remember, I instead asked to be able to come get it when I needed it.”

“Yes of course, I thought that was very smart!” your mother spoke cheerfully but you could feel Hades’ gaze on your back, burning through your skin and bones to the very essence of your soul. “Let me guess, you need it now?”

“If that’s okay, some things have changed recently and I now know what I need,” you smiled at her, “I met a man, well actually he’s a faerie. Aphrodite wanted us to meet because we’re soulmates and after my fall she thought I deserved to see him, but since he’s from another world he had to go back, and we can’t be together.” You wiped away a few stray tears you forced out; this was your game. Your mother didn’t visit you often so she had never seen this side of you, the side that could manipulate even a god into giving you what you wanted. “So I thought, maybe for my reward I could become Fae and be permitted to live with Azriel in his world, and maybe come and visit my friends occasionally?”

“Oh that sounds lovely dear! That’s so alike me, I had to beg my mother and even then she didn’t let me stay here,” your mother rattled on and you smiled at her, but your shoulders were still tense as you knew you hadn’t won yet. You turned to where Hades sat, rubbing his temples.

“I get it. I do. But I really don’t think my brother would allow that, it’s too much.”

“Too much?” you asked, a bitter laugh escaping.

“I understand you went through a lot,”

“Do you?” you couldn’t stop the biting words, “Because the last I checked you both sat and did nothing while I was tortured down there. You could’ve done something, but you didn’t, you made a choice not to, and now I ask for ONE thing, and it’s too much?” Hades’ glare was murderous, but you weren’t going to back down.

“I mean if you really think about it, I’ll be out of your hair if you agree. One less demi-god always seems to be a win for you guys.” Nico said your name in warning, but you slowly stood. “I am not asking for much, I am asking to be allowed to live a life with the man I love and after all I have been through, fighting YOUR battles, I think it’s the least I deserve.”

You held Hades’ gaze for a few more seconds until he spoke. “Are you sure your not a child of Nyx?” he asked, and you grinned, cocking your head to the side.

“Why would that be?”

“You have a pure evil streak in you girl and uncharted power. You better learn to control it, before someone catches on.”

“We won’t have a problem I’m presuming?”

“I’ll see what I can do,” he said gruffly, going back to his meal and you relaxed, moving to hug your mother goodbye, whispering thanks to her, before linking arms with Nico and leaving.

The next day you awoke to a golden invitation to Olympus, and you smiled, soon. You’d be with him soon.

Olympus looked much nicer since Annabeth had gotten involved. You may have been biased but it seemed to hold a sense of home it never had before, the clinical cleanliness now feeling purer and more loving. The throne room however had remained much the same.

You stood alone in the middle surrounded by the arc of thrones, but you refused to take your eyes of Zeus. You had received a wink from Apollo and a smile from Aphrodite as you walked in but beside that it had been eye contact for at least five minutes. You knew better to speak before you were spoken to but the way they surrounded you and stared down on you was bringing up bad memories and you were really fighting a panic attack.

Seemingly sensing this Apollo cleared his throat, “Perhaps we should start father?” While you were grateful a part of you hated how well the flirtatious god knew you, he was the first to tend to your wounds when you first escaped, healing them enough so you wouldn’t die from blood loss but not enough for anyone to suggest he was picking favourites. His warm hands had provided a sense of comfort you thought you had lost entirely.

Zeus nodded slowly, a letter appearing in his hand, “So these are your terms? Transformation into high Fae, permission to live in a new world with visits back to this one twice a year?” you presumed Hades, or your mother had written the letter, neither of them present currently. You nodded clearly, not entirely trusting your voice.

“I guess it’s only fair, but a full transformation will hurt,”

“I’m sure I can take it.” you lifted your chin, holding your shaking hands tightly in an attempt to conceal them.

Zeus laughed, not taking his eyes of you, “I’m sure you can. Does anyone have any major oppositions?”

Aphrodite raised her hand, “I’d like to add that during her transformation, her womb changes shape so she may birth Illyrian children.” You shot her a grateful look, still not entirely sure why she was suddenly so invested in ensuring your happiness, but you wouldn’t complain.

Hera was the next to speak and you fought the urge to roll your eyes, “Why is she getting special treatment again? What did she do that was so different?”

“She was tortured for days!” Athena exclaimed,

“So?” Ares now.

“She was a child, it was brutal.” Apollo jumped to your aid and soon the chamber was filled with shouting voices as they argued over your fate.

“SILENCE.” Zeus quieted the room instantly and every eye turned to him, but he remained focused on you, “Well then? Answer the question girl, what makes you so special?”

You thought for a second before answering, “I don’t consider it special treatment. After the battles I’ve fought and the pain I’ve endured to help your causes, I’d consider it a form of retirement.” You kept Zeus’ gaze and let a streak of the evil Hades had warned you off show, smiling when his smug smile disappeared. He waved his hand, “Very well then, High Fae with altered womb and permission to live in their world and visit our occasionally, that is all?”

You nodded and he assessed you before holding out his hand, his gaze darkening. You furrowed your eyebrows as your limbs started to tingle before pain took over your entire body.

You had felt pain so many times before, pain that left more than just physical trauma, but this was different. You felt as if your blood had become fire and every bone was breaking as new ones reformed. You didn’t have any sense of time or place, all you could feel was pain. At one point you thought it was over only to open your eyes, feeling impossibly soft sheets beneath you, and see Apollo hovering over you, sweat dripping from his brow as he took some of the pain away, even for just a moment.

When you finally awoke you were on the ground. You stood up quickly, almost knocking yourself over as your movement were much faster than usual. You were outside a glowing city, it didn’t have skyscrapers like New York, but it was so comforting to look at you felt yourself being drawn in. As you crossed the border however, a beautiful man with dark hair appeared, his eyes narrowing.

“Who are you and why are you trying to get in here?” A shot of fear went through you as you felt his magic, it was thick in the air and powerful.

“I’m not going to hurt anyone, I’m just looking for someone,” you explained, swallowing down the lump in your throat. The handsome man’s gaze turned vacant before softening after a moment.

“I apologise, I’m Rhysand. Let me help you find whoever it is, what’s their name?”

“That’s okay, really. His name is Azriel, but I don’t think he’s expecting me.” Rhysand stopped, his head turning towards you, “what is it?” you asked.

“(y/n)?”

“How do you know my name?” you stepped back but he held out his hands,

“No, no I’m Az’s brother, let me take you to him.” he grabbed your arm softly and suddenly you were standing in a warm room facing Azriel. You felt tears fill your eyes as you stared at him, he uttered your name in question and you nodded running into his arms, completely engulfed by his scent, tears of joy running down your face when you suddenly realised something, pulling away.

“Did you say brother?” you turned to Rhysand, feeling all the plants in the air respond to your calls, when Azriel tugged you back to him.

“Not biological don’t worry.” He whispered and Rhysand laughed.

“I like her.”

“Hmm I was two seconds away from castrating you,” His eyes widened slightly and you laughed, turning back to Azriel as he looked over you.

“How- you, you’re Fae?” His eyes were filled with worry again, afraid he was being tricked.

“I never got my reward remember, I knew I would need it in the future,” you smiled at him as he cupped your face and leaned down to kiss you. You pulled apart, Azriel growling when you heard catcalls, turning, and seeing the room had practically filled. A shot of fear went through you as your eyes landed on another man who had red siphons, and Azriel followed your gaze, a hand stroking your face in reassurance.

“So this must be (y/n), welcome to our home, I’m Feyre,” A beautiful woman stepped forward and clasped your hand in hers, which you noted were stained from paint. Everyone else soon made introductions and they urged you to sit as you found out about this makeshift family Azriel was in.

“Oh! That’ll be Nyx, I’ll go,” Feyre said when a baby started crying in the distance,

“Wait what did she say the babies name was?” You asked, holding in a laugh.

“Nyx?” Rhys said,

“Oh, course, cool cool cool,”

“What?” Azriel asked, looking at you strangely.

“I’ve kind of met her,”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, she’s like the evilest deity there is, and she did not like me,” Rhysand stared at you with a look of shock on his face, but before anyone said anything else, Amren was laughing loudly.

“You must tell me all about these Gods girl.”

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#acotar #acowar #acofs #acomaf #acofas #Azriel #azriel x reader #percyjackson #Heroes of Olympus

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bipercabeth · 5 years ago

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percabeth | hurt/comfort | 3k | commissioned by @mericatblackwood

a post-TLO fic in which we finally Let Percy Cry

Annabeth doesn’t know what to do with anger—her own or others’. She can take her problems to the sword fighting arena or bury her nose in blueprints for weeks, but she’ll still come away with a tight jaw. She doesn’t know what to do with her hands when they aren’t clenched into fists.

So when the tendons in Percy’s hands strain around his silverware at dinner, when his eyes are downcast and he’s closed off in that I’m-angry-but-trying-desperately-not-to-look-it way, Annabeth can only fumble over a painfully casual attempt at conversation and watch as he retreats to his cabin. He doesn’t even make an appearance at the campfire. The flames have been low in the weeks following the Battle of Manhattan, but they’re rising tonight.

The problem isn’t reading Percy; it never has been. Annabeth knows what’s hurting him and why. It’s the fixing part she struggles with.

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He’s been angry for the better part of a year, often because of the ambiguous impending doom of his sixteenth birthday, but not exclusively so. Annabeth caused more than her fair share of his anger, she knows. Rachel had been there to provide an escape in her place, but Annabeth supposes part of being Percy’s girlfriend means that it’s her who gets to provide solace now. Not that she didn’t before, but. There’s a deeper commitment now. He was always her person—as she was his—but it’s out in the open. She’s the first line of defense—she wants to be the first line of defense from danger, be it physical or emotional.

So Annabeth dons her Yankees cap and sneaks to Cabin 3, replaying the conversation where Percy shrugged and said he’s fine when she tried to call him out. He isn’t fine. She knows that much.

That doesn’t mean she expects to find him curled in on himself, bedsheets tangled around his middle. It shouldn’t be possible to look small in a twin bed, but he looks so small—not at all like the hero the other campers celebrate over the campfire. It’s a stark reminder that he’s only sixteen.

He lifts his head when the door opens, his eyes wide. Annabeth remembers that she’s invisible and knocks her cap off her head. She’ll pick it up later. Right now Percy’s breath stutters at the sight of her, his eyes shining like open wounds.

Annabeth can do dry anger: the cold, unfeeling rage that motivates, propels, inspires. But wet anger—the paralyzing, painful kind you cannot power through—leaves her scrambling for purchase. Annabeth is a runner. She doesn’t sit in anything.

The sheets rustle as Percy closes his eyes and takes refuge in his bed like a dog hiding his wounded paw. Despite his efforts, he cannot disguise his limp.

“Please don’t hide from us,” Annabeth pleads.

“I’m not hiding from you,” he says mildly, not lifting his head from the pillow. “I can’t hide from you.”

“But you came here.”

“I knew you would come.” Percy shrugs, casually stating as fact something Annabeth didn’t know herself until a few minutes ago.

In this moment, Annabeth envies Percy’s connection with Grover. She would kill to have a way to funnel her emotions into Percy’s brain in a way he could understand. All the love and concern she can’t articulate could exist in the world without the struggle of finding the right words.

Still, Percy specified her. Grover is out there at the campfire, probably sensing Percy’s pain like a twinge at the base of his neck, but Annabeth is the one Percy can’t hide from.

The thought propels her to the edge of his bed, sitting in the curve of mattress his torso folds around. His knees press into her right thigh as he shifts to close the space between them. Annabeth realizes with a jolt that he left this space for her to occupy.

On her other side is his face, youthful and soft in the moonlight streaming through the window. Blue light for a blue boy, swimming in blue sheets that should shelter him instead of giving him something to fist his hands in. His arms cage his chest as if his heart is trying to escape it.

Annabeth reaches for his hand, drawing it to rest between hers. If his heart is a burden, it’s not one he has to bear alone. They held the weight of the sky once. They can handle this.

For all their shared burdens, the one that weighs on Percy now is uniquely his. Annabeth is a hero, but not the hero. Shouldering “child of Athena’s final stand” for a few weeks is not the same as “hero’s soul, cursed blade shall reap” looming overhead for four years. Percy’s very existence has been dissected and politicized since the moment he was claimed, whereas Annabeth could’ve chosen a quieter, quest-free life if that’s what she wanted. She chose to pick it up. Percy’s choice was to stand under a weight that would otherwise crush him.

It occurs to Annabeth that everyone who has shouldered this burden before him is dead. The heroes whose birth was prophesied, whose death was prophesied, died fighting their battles centuries ago. There are no words for that.

Words are Percy’s strong suit, anyway. He has always known what to say to calm his friends down. Annabeth can’t recall the last time she saw someone do the same for him.

She squeezes his hand and focuses on being here, where it matters.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asks, knowing he doesn’t. Or rather, knowing he doesn’t want her to have to talk about it.

As expected, Percy burrows deeper into the bed. Half his face is squished in his pillow; the sole eye Annabeth can see fixes on the empty space in front of him. He gives her a noncommittal shrug she doesn’t buy. But at least he won’t lie outright.

Silence follows. It nips at Annabeth’s ankles, nagging her to move, to do something, but she decides to sit with the discomfort. The confession he’s suppressing is a palpable thing: Annabeth watches it stutter in his lungs and claw its way up his windpipe. Percy will tell her when he’s ready, and she’ll be here when he is.

“I’ve been having dreams,” he says, still not meeting Annabeth’s eye. That’s okay, though. He’s getting the words out. That’s what matters, right?

“What kind of dreams?”

Percy grimaces. “Not the useful kind. Nightmares, mostly. About the war.” He doesn’t breathe between the sentences, just grits his teeth.

“It’s over, Percy. The war is over. We can rest now,” she tries.

“They can’t.”

Dread settles over Annabeth, but she asks anyway. “Who can’t?”

“Beckendorf,” he chokes, his hand tightening in hers. “Silena, Castor, Lee, Michael—I killed him, Annabeth. I told the others where to go, and they died because of me, but I killed Michael.”

Annabeth opens her mouth to interrupt, but the names keep coming. Percy steamrolls through the tears, leaving her to watch his anger limp along until it collapses into the worn bed of sadness.

“Ethan shouldn’t have been on Olympus. I should’ve hit him harder, then he might have stayed down. And Zoe—I knew she was going to die. We found out who her dad was, and I knew and I couldn’t do anything. And Bianca wasn’t supposed to stop the automation. It was supposed to be me. She could’ve come home to Nico, and maybe then—”

“Percy…”

He shrinks with each word, looking every inch the child Annabeth found on Half-Blood Hill: bruised, tired, and crying for his mother. “My mom died because of me. I didn’t even save her—I saved the world, because that’s what I had to do. Hades let her go, but she still died.”

Annabeth gapes at him uselessly. To love Percy is to know intimately the amount of guilt and unearned blame he assigns himself, but that doesn’t make it any easier to stomach.

“You saved your mom,” she reminds him. “You saved her and the world. You shouldn’t have had to do either, but you did.”

“But I didn’t save the others.”

“No one could’ve.”

“I should’ve. When you fight the way I can, the people who die around you die because you can’t get to them fast enough. If I had just been faster, I...” He takes a shuddering breath. “Why do I get to survive when they don’t?”

A lifetime of war games and war alike, and that question is the worst thing Annabeth has ever heard. Percy is just laying there, still not meeting her eye, and she doesn’t know how to help him.

Terrified of how he’ll answer that question, Annabeth leans down to kiss him before he can. She tries to pour everything into it despite not having too much experience. Kissing Percy so far has been fun, sweet, and definitely trial and error. Nothing this desperate, this needy. She inhales him like she can steal the painful words from his lungs before he says them.

Annabeth tastes tears and pulls back, terrified that she’s done something wrong. Instead, Percy’s hand catches the back of her neck, keeping her close enough for their foreheads to touch. It’s there, inches away from his trembling lips, that Annabeth finds the words.

“You saved me,” she pants. “From the Furies on the bus, at the Lotus hotel, when Polyphemus knocked me out—” her fingers travel to his grey streak— “when we held up the sky, at Mount St. Helens, on Olympus… Too many times to count. From the first day we met, you gave me hope.” She strokes his cheek and wipes away the tears, feeling her own eyes well up. “Every day. You save me every day.”

Percy clings to her hand on his cheek and releases a deep breath, fully exhaling for the first time all night. “You save me just as often.”

“So let me do it now, yeah?”

Percy looks at her, green eyes wet and wide, and nods carefully. Annabeth sighs her relief against his forehead before pressing her lips there with an aching softness. There is more to say, but she takes a moment to just hold him. The Fates deemed her his anchor to mortality, so anchor him she will.

“You survived because you were saddled with the weight of the world at twelve years old and the gods owe you a fucking break.” She looks at the ceiling, almost daring thunder to rumble. The sky stays silent. “More campers are alive than dead after a war with impossible odds, Percy. You saved so many, but you can’t save everyone. None of them would want you to blame yourself for this. We have to honor their sacrifice—and, in some cases, their choice.”

That breaks him. The last of his anger gives way to painful sobs, the ugly kind that squeeze your lungs like a spasming fist. In this moment, he is not the wounded dog, but rather the limp itself: the awkward cadence of his breath reminiscent of limbs struggling to hold new weight.

“What do you need?” she asks. “What can I do?”

The mattress jostles as Percy scoots closer, freeing up part of the bed. “Could you stay here with me? Wake me up if it gets bad? If you have to go back to your cabin, that’s fine—”

He’s cut off by Annabeth kicking off her shoes and crawling into bed behind him. There isn’t much room on the twin mattress, but she tucks her knees into the backs of his and wraps around him, and they fit well enough. She settles quickly to avoid overthinking, glad for the excuse to be close to him.

This is entirely unfamiliar territory, as Annabeth discovers when she tries to figure out what to do with her hands. She’s never spooned someone before.

Percy senses her hesitation and laces their fingers, pulling her arm around his torso. Annabeth squeezes him tight, like maybe lining up their hearts will calm the frantic beat of his. Between that and her body protecting his Achilles spot, she’s got him.

It’s a little awkward, the silence that follows. They haven’t exactly had pillowtalk before, let alone while calming Percy during a breakdown. Annabeth doesn’t know how to hold him to make all that go away, so she clings to him as tight as she can.

“You’re like a boa constrictor,” he chuckles. It’s a wet, half-hearted laugh that tells Annabeth he still has more to say. He’s at his worst when he’s deflecting.

Still, she moves to loosen up. “Sorry.”

He tugs at her hand. “No! I mean, it’s nice. I feel… safe.” He pauses, his breath deep. “I always feel safe with you.”

Annabeth hasn’t kissed much of him apart from his lips, but she liked the comfort of kissing his forehead. She tightens her grip again and presses her lips to his shoulder, just because she can.

“Sometimes they’re about you,” Percy whispers.

Annabeth lays her cheek on his shoulder, trying to see his face. “What?”

“The nightmares. Sometimes they’re about losing you.”

“Percy, look at me.”

The tension falls from his spine as he flips around, tangling further in the mess of sheets. Annabeth smooths everything out for him before laying on her back and tugging him close. He ends up halfway on top of her: his arm around her waist, her hands in his hair, their legs a tangled mess.

She holds his face, thumbs swiping at his cheeks gently. He may be invulnerable, but he’s a fragile thing. Maybe even more so with the invulnerability.

“Tell me about them.”

“What? No. Annabeth, I’m not— I can’t talk about you d— about losing you. I can’t say those words.”

Annabeth just holds his face and his gaze. “You should. Talk about it here, safe, with me, and maybe it won’t be so bad when you fall asleep. I’ll be here the whole time.”

The tension in Percy’s body is palpable as he resists Annabeth’s coaxing. But slowly, she slips her hands to his scalp and massages him there, leeching the stress from his body as he sinks forward into her. His weight presses Annabeth into the mattress. It’s comforting, having him above her. She can feel every breath he takes, every time his heart beats in his chest.

“We’ve almost died a ton of times, but that was always together.” He swallows, and his Adam’s apple bobs against her collarbone. “But then on the bridge with Ethan, when you took the knife…”

Percy takes a shuddering breath.

“Sometimes we get you to the hotel and Will can’t help. Or I can’t find Will. Or Blackjack can’t grab you. Or—” his grip tightens around her, and his tears fall on her skin. “Sometimes you, you die right there at my feet. You jump a second earlier, and Ethan hits you in the chest, and I kill him for it. I kill everyone on the bridge. Most times it’s an accident, just the river listening to me, but sometimes… sometimes I don’t know. Both scare me.”

One of Annabeth’s hands moves to his Achilles spot of its own accord. Percy gasps into her neck, where some tears fall as well. He’d fought his way through his confession, coming from somewhere so deep inside him that the deluge of tears was unavoidable. She hopes to distract him from them now.

“You saved me on that bridge,” she reminds him, her free hand scratching lightly at the base of his neck.

“But what if I didn’t?” he breathes. He sounds so small.

“Doesn’t matter. You did. Anything else is a hypothetical.”

“But in the future—”

“Uh uh.” Annabeth’s chin taps Percy’s temple as she shakes her head. “It’s like strategy. You can think and think and think and plan your whole life out, but it’s not real. You never know what’s going to happen until your feet hit the floor. Are your feet on the floor?”

“No,” he grumbles.

“No,” she echoes. “You’re in bed. You get to rest now.”

Percy is still for countless heartbeats. Right when Annabeth thinks he might’ve fallen asleep, he props himself up on one elbow to look at her. Even in the lowlight, Annabeth can make out his puffy eyes and wet cheeks.

“You know you’re my best friend, right?” He sniffles, his nose wrinkling adorably as he does, and his eyes bore into Annabeth’s. “You’re my girlfriend too, but you’re my best friend first. Always.”

Annabeth hears that statement for what it is and grins despite the tears prickling in her own eyes. “And you’re mine. Always.”

A smile breaks out on his face like dawn at this late hour, brightening up the small space between them. Exhaustion sets in to close it, drawing Percy to settle back into Annabeth’s neck with the slow pull of gravity.

They drift off in a bed made to be slept in alone as they share a burden made for one person. Newness tinges the corners of this memory, this moment Annabeth finds herself missing before it’s gone: Percy asleep above her, finally getting the peaceful rest he deserves. Part of Annabeth wants to stay up all night to make sure he gets the most of it, to watch his back as she promised to do, but her eyelids are heavy with sleep in no time.

What sticks with Annabeth is this: Percy’s breath slow and steady against her neck, his heartbeat reliable as ever as it syncs with her own. The world is warm and safe despite all the evidence to the contrary, and that’s what makes this moment untouchable. Despite all the evidence to the contrary, here they are. Together in every way that matters.

#i hurt myself writing this i am not going to lie #if u read this on tumblr all i ask is u give it some love on ao3 bc engagement with tumblr is Trash but i try to keep commissions accessible #commissions #my percabeth #my fic #mericatblackwood

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sweet-sammy-kisses · 3 years ago

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Drive Away the Numb

Whumptober Day 4: “Do you trust me?” Fandom: 9-1-1 Pairing: Buck x Eddie Warnings: Spoilers for 911 latest episode, hurt Buck and protective Eddie Rating: Teen Summary: "Do you trust me?" Eddie asked in a soft voice as he stroke Buck's back.

Tilting his head up Buck looked Eddie in the eyes, "You are the only one I trust with my whole heart." You can also read it on AO3

Eddie had just finished talking to Christopher about why he had broken up with Ana and that she wouldn't be around as much. Hadn't it been a shock when Chris patted him on the arm and hugged him, "That's okay dad. I liked Ana but I didn't love her, I only pretended to because I thought you loved her. I thought she made you happy and that is all I want dad, is for you to be happy."

Once again he was reminded that he had the best kid. He had been considering calling Buck over and asking if he wanted to come over and they have a much put-off movie day when Hen called him.

"Hey Hen."

"Eddie, you need to get to Buck's place. Maddie left."

Eddie nearly dropped the phone, "What?"

"She left Jee with Ravi until Bobby got there. Bobby drove Chimney and Jee to stay with me and Karen. Bobby would have gone to Buck but Athena and Harry needs him and let's face it Buck would rather see you and Christopher."

Eddie knew that He was right. "I'll get Chris and we will head straight over to Buck." Hanging up with Hen he headed back to the living room where Chris was waiting sorting through what movies to watch, looking happier than he had been with Ana around. Breaking up with Ana was now the further thing on his mind, all that mattered was getting to Buck. "Hey Chris, what do you say we go visit Buck? He is going to need his Diaz's boys."

Chris' face lit up at the mention of seeing his Bucky. "Of course. We can't have Buck sad."

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Buck was numb. Maddie was gone. She left him again after she promised him she wouldn't leave him a second time. And this time she didn't just leave him but Chimney and Jee. It hurt so much as if someone had just ripped his heart out of his chest. He could feel the tears building in his eyes and he rolled over clinging to his pillow. He couldn't break down he had promised Eddie he would be here for him as he ended things with Ana.

The sound of his door opening had Buck shifting but he couldn't move, he had only given his keys to one other person and that was Eddie.

The soft murmurings of Eddie's voice mixing with Chris' natural happiness drifted up to him and he felt some of the cold fading from him. As he heard his TV turn on and one of Chris' favourite cartoons began playing followed by footsteps on his stairs.

"Buck." Eddie's voice was soft but there was no pity in it and Buck was thankful for that.

Eddie took in the form of his best friend - and more if he ever worked on the courage and acted on his feelings for Buck - he looked so small curled up on the bed clinging to his pillow as if it would leave him any moment. Not thinking about his actions Eddie crawled into the bed behind Buck and wrapped his arms around him in a tight hug.

It took a few moments before Buck turned around in Eddie's hold and buried his face in Eddie's chest. "She left me. She left Jee. She left Chimney. Why does everyone I love always leave me?" Buck's voice trembled and Eddie's heart broke.

"Do you trust me?" Eddie asked in a soft voice as he stroke Buck's back.

Tilting his head up Buck looked Eddie in the eyes, "You are the only one I trust with my whole heart."

The emotion swirling in Buck's blue eyes had Eddie swallowing hard, "Then trust me when I tell you that I will never leave you. Christopher will never leave you. You are stuck with us for life. So just remember that you have me, Christopher, Chimney, Jee, Bobby, Athena, Hen, Karen and May we will be here for you, Chimney and Jee. I am not going to leave you alone Buck, Chris would kick my ass if I even thought about it."

That got a small chuckle from Buck.

"Can we just stay like this for a little longer?" Buck asked.

Pressing a tender kiss on the top of Buck's head Eddie tightens his grip on Buck, "We can stay here as long as Chris lets us. I promised him a movie day with his Bucky and that is one promise he will not let me go back on."

Being wrapped up in Eddie's arms Buck felt some of the numbness fade from him, "A day with my Diaz boys is just what I need."

#whumptober2021 #no.4 #9-1-1 #do you trust me?#buck x eddie #sherri writes #my fics #911 spoilers

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dreamescapeswriting · 5 years ago

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BTS Reaction || You Own A Large Dog [Request]

A/N: @yoongisdumplingcheeks…yes I used my dog in Namjoons because Marley is the biggest, fluffest, most adorable dog going…Even though you’re scared of him ;)

ALSO IF YOU HAVE DOGS SEND ME PICTURES I LOVE DOGS SO MUCH OMG

Seokjin:

"I'm coming now, I'm just around the corner." You told Jin down the phone before hanging up, you sounded as though you were struggling so he looked up to see if he could spot you when he saw you walking along with a huge dog, you smiled as you reached your boyfriend who looked shocked.

"Where's fluffy?" He questioned looking at the Bernese Mountain dog and frowning, you frowned.

"This is fluffy." You giggled, stroking his head and laughing as he tried to attack your face with kisses, you smiled up at Jin who was still staring at you.

"When you told me you had a dog named fluffy...I was expecting..."

"Cute and small?" You giggled standing up again and walking with Jin around the dog park together, he nodded at you.

"He's cute but not so small." You added as you held hands with Jin, reaching the obedience course equipment that the park had and you smiled.

"Wanna see what he can do?" You questioned letting go of Jin's hand and running over to the equipment with Fluffy and Jin right behind you.

"Fluffy, go." You yelled unclipping his lead and watching as he ran the entire course without your help, Jin stood watching in shock as he came bounding back towards you and just sat staring up at you and Jin.

"Remember Jin?" You questioned the dog who upon hearing Jin's name, laid down on his back and stuck his legs in the air, waiting for the stomach rubs,

"You trained him to get belly rubs from me?" You giggled and bent down, rubbing your dog's stomach and looking at Jin,

"Well, I do the same thing when I want my back tickled." He pushed you playfully and then continued stroking your dog's stomach.

Yoongi:

Yoongi wanted to surprise you by coming to see you at your apartment, but he ended up being the one surprised when he walked into your apartment to see you sitting on the sofa with an Alaskan Malamute sitting beside you, you stared up from the dog to see Yoongi standing in the door with a basket of food for you and Yoongi.

"When you told me you got a dog...I expected a small dog not...This." He chuckled coming into the living room and putting the food down onto the coffee table,

"It's okay bubbles, he's friendly." You told the dog who was timidly getting up from the sofa to walk over to Yoongi, Yoongi sat down on the floor and stared at you.

"Bubbles?" You shrugged your shoulders at the time,

"She likes to play with bubbles." He chuckled at you and bubbles walked over to Yoongi, sitting between his legs and laying her head on Yoongi's thighs staying there as Yoongi stroked her gently.

"How come I don't get that kind of treatment when I sit in your legs?" You pouted making Yoongi smirk up at you,

"Because you're always too busy doing something else while you're down there." You blushed at his suggestive comment and he chuckled deeply,

"I run my hands through your hair though, and you always look so cute with your puppy eyes." You walked away from him, not wanting to blush even more in front of your boyfriend.

"I'll make coffee." You yelled turning on the kettle and trying to cool your cheeks down. He still had that effect on you even though you'd been dating for eight months now and he adored how he could make you flustered so easily.

Hoseok:

"I have a surprise." You told Hoseok down the phone as you walked down the street, holding on tightly to the lead of the dog you'd just bought.

"What surprise, the last surprise was that you'd bought cardboard cut out of Yoongi because he was your bias." Your boyfriend whined down the phone making you giggle, you walked up to your apartment door.

"Are you ready?" You asked down the phone, you'd told Hoseok to meet you at your apartment so you could show him the surprise and he was ready to be surprised.

"Go get him, girl." You giggled opening the living room door and letting the Neapotilian Mastiff you'd just bought run into the living room and attack Hoseok in kisses. Hobi fell back against the sofa as she began licking his face and then came bounding back to your side, panting as you handed her a treat.

"You bought a dog?" You nodded and smiling at him, he looked up at you with a raised eyebrow and then at the dog which was fully grown and now sitting down next to you.

"She was going to be put in the pound if I didn't." You whined sitting down next to Hoseok who was now staring at the dog who laid down on the floor.

"Athena is great, look at her. She's well trained and she loves cuddles." He shook his head at you while he laughed, you had no impulse control whatsoever so he didn't know what he was expecting when you told him you were bringing home another surprise.

"I suppose she is cuter than the cardboard cut out." You faked a loud gasp getting up from the sofa and walking over to the Yoongi cardboard cutout and covered its ears.

"Don't listen to him Yoongles, he's jealous." You joked looking at Hoseok who was groaning, throwing his head back against the sofa.

"If Yoongi sees that he'll freak out." You shook your head at him,

"He already knows, I sent him a selfie with it."

Namjoon:

You'd told Namjoon about your dog before but you'd never mentioned what breed your dog was. Only that he was the biggest puppy that ever did live and that you loved him. So when you went home for the holidays and couldn't spend much time with Namjoon you decided to FaceTime him, sitting in your childhood bed and getting your dog to lay with you.

"Hi Joonie, there's someone I want you to meet." You giggled rolling onto your front and setting your phone up at the end of your bed so he could see you and the dog.

"I thought you said he was a puppy." Namjoon chuckled as you pouted, stroking your dog's ears as he lazily slept on your bed.

"He's my puppy," Namjoon chuckled and watched as you laid down next to the dog, taking your phone and holding it above you both, Namjoon couldn't help but take photos of you cuddling up to him.

"What is he?" You looked up at the screen and then back to your dog,

"He's a mix of three, his dad was a rottweiler and his mum was a mix of a German Shepard and a Japanese Akita." You told him turning the camera to face your now snoring dog.

"This is why I'm so used to you snoring, I put up with this for years!" You grumbled sitting up in the bed and giggling as Namjoon pouted,

"You told me you found my snoring cute." You smiled and nodded,

"I do find it cute, you are cute." You reminded him making him blush and hide behind his hand, you giggled and he shook his head at you.

"I can't wait to meet the big puppy though," You nodded, starting to plan when Namjoon could come and visit soon. It would mean meeting your parents and it was something Namjoon expressed his interest in before that you wanted to avoid, knowing your family would only show him embarrassing photos or videos from your childhood.

Jimin:

This was the first time you were bringing Jimin home to meet your family and you were nervous for him, as much as he was saying he wasn't nervous. You couldn't help but think he was, you got the front door and turned to look at him.

"It's not my dad that you have to be worried about, it's Rover. He's very protective." You told him, Jimin nodded. Expecting Rover to be your older brother with a nickname but when you opened the door and the Great Dane you'd had since you were a child came running towards you he realised what you meant.

"Rover down." You said as he reached your feet, he sat down in front of you and Jimin and stared up at your boyfriend.

"I see you've met Rover." Your dad chuckled, shaking Jimin's hand and then offering him a drink.

"I'd love one sir," You smiled and walked through the house with Jimin, Rover following your every move as you did so. You and Jimin sat on the sofa and Rover sat beside Jimin, looking up at him and sniffing. Jimin set his hand out for him to sniff and it was as if something switched in the overprotective dog, he flopped his head down onto Jimin's legs and started wagging his tail, wanting to get his attention just as much as you did when you first met Jimin.

"He loves me almost as you do." Jimin whispered to you, staring at you as you glared at the dog who was now getting more attention than you right now.

"Rover, come here boy." You said patting your legs but he just looked at you and then back at Jimin. Great. Your boyfriend really could make anyone fall in love with him without even trying. Your dad smiled at you from across the room and handed you a coffee, you knew your dad already approved of Jimin because Rover did. No one trusted anyone who Rover didn't, it was a family rule.

Taehyung:

The moment Taehyung found out you had a dog he'd been talking about setting up a playdate, thinking it would be a good idea to get your dog and his dog together but you told your boyfriend no every time.

"Why not?" He asked when you walked towards your apartment door, you'd just gotten back from a date and it was the first time he was going to meet your dog. You hadn't told him what kind of dog yours was because whenever you mentioned to someone that you had a larger breed of dog they didn't believe you or would make some kind of joke about a girl not being able to handle it.

"This is why." You said opening the door and walking inside, you opened the living room door to reveal your sleeping Cane Corso sleeping on the sofa who looked up to see you and then went back to sleep.

"Whoa," Taehyung said as he walked through your living room and sitting on the arm of the sofa next to your dog who was now awake upon seeing someone else in the house.

"Totoro, nice." You reminded her and she sniffed Taehyung before sitting up straight and sniffing him some more, she could probably smell Yeontan on him since you'd gone to his apartment before the date started.

"She's gorgeous." He told you as she laid her head on his lap, looking at you as you smiled at her.

"She never likes anyone," You told him coming over and kissed the top of her head as you sat on the other arm of the sofa, looking at Taehyung who looked like he was starting to fall in love with your dog.

"I'll take Yeontan if you even think about taking her with you." You teased and he chuckled at you, shaking his head and kissing you from across the sofa, not wanting to move too much in case it disturbed your now sleeping dog.

Jungkook:

You'd been gone all day and texting Jungkook that it was all for a good reason and you wanted to meet him back at the shared apartment and so he did. Now he was nervously waiting in the living room for you, wondering what you'd done during the day that would mean a family meeting in the living room.

"You ready?!" You asked excitedly through the door before he could answer you opened the door and a St Bernard began walking through the door and going over to Jungkook who stared at the dog.

"I shouldn't be surprised and yet I am." He told you as he sat on the floor with you, stroking the dog.

"You always told me you'd come home with one randomly." You pouted at him as he stroked the dog,

"You're okay with this though right? He was up for adoption and I didn't want to leave without him...I couldn't." You whined and Jungkook threw his arm around you and pulled you closer to him,

"I love him, what's his name." You smiled going through your bag and pulling out the custom made collar that you'd had made for the dog and handed the velvet case to Jungkook who opened it and smiled.

"Pakkun?" You nodded and started giggling,

"I swear that was his name when I picked him up." You defended yourself as he placed the collar around Pakkun's neck and shook his head at you,

"If you come home with another dog next week we're going to have a problem." He told you, you smirked at him and shook your head. Promising not to bring a dog home every week but maybe once a month.

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thisissirius · 5 years ago

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because @hearteyesforbuck told me i should post it

you have (1) voicemail eddie/buck, angst with no happy ending lalala a sequel to @hearteyesforbuck‘s you have (1) missed call and yes, it’s exactly what you think it is

Okay, Chim says.

Take care of Maddie, from Bobby.

I’ll stay at the hospital in case Eddie comes, Hen’s sent.

Frank writes. Writes more. Writes even more. Eddie’s life is reduced to a spiral notebook with peeling Hello Kitty stickers on the front. Eddie wonders if they’re a gift from Frank’s daughter. Maybe a niece? Sister?

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If Eddie took his phone—

If Eddie let Buck stay—

If, if, if.

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“If he let me drive him to work like I kept saying,” Eddie says, angry.

Mimi and Kitty are staring at Eddie, smudged with dirt, part of Kitt’s face curling over. Frank shifts the book on his knee, Mimi disappears into the curve of Frank’s jacket. “Would that help?”

“I don’t know, Frank, I think he’d be alive.”

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Eddie doesn’t know what he’s expecting when he diverts from the station, heading straight for the hospital, but it’s not this;

Hen, eyes red-rimmed and defeated, saying, “I’m sorry.”

A bag of belongings in her hand that Maddie won’t, can’t, is afraid to take.

As if Eddie’s able to function instead of feeling this cold, dark emptiness well up inside of his chest.

“No,” Eddie says.

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No, he says to Frank, and goes with it for a very, very long time.

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Chris folds in on himself.

Eddie’s heard it before in the books Buck likes (liked) to pretend he doesn’t (didn’t) love. It’s a stupid description and he’s always laughed, burying his face in Buck’s shoulder, and telling Buck to fuck off and read some good literature—

“He won’t talk to me,” Eddie says.

“Eddie,” Frank says gently.

“I can’t even help my own son through the grief I can’t let myself feel.”

“Because you’re angry.”

“Damn fucking right I’m angry,” Eddie snaps.

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“Who leaves a fucking message,” Eddie waves his phone in Frank’s face, “telling someone they love them as the last thing they do?”

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Someone who’s got nothing left to lose.

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Chris is curled up on the couch.

Eddie stares at his face, slack with sleep, tear tracks drying on his cheeks. Athena’s hands are running through his hair, saying something to Bobby that Eddie can’t hear.

The kitchen is the safest place in Eddie’s house; it’s empty but for crumb-littered plates, discarded napkins, and half-empty bottles. Stumbling out of the back door, Eddie makes it to his dying bushes and throws up what little food he’s managed to eat.

A hand rests on his back and he jerks away, snarls at Chim to, “get the fuck away from me.”

“Eddie,” Maddie says, stricken.

“What?” Eddie stalks away from them, hands clenched into fists. There’s nowhere to go, it’s a fucking yard, but he stalks to the end anyway. He hates this, fucking hates it.

“He wouldn’t want this for you—”

“Well,” Eddie snaps, turning and looking Maddie in the eye, “he sure as shit didn’t leave that in a message for me.”

Maddie’s eyes widen, her face shifting into confusion and despair.

“Edmundo Diaz,” Abuela says, crossing the yard with a thunderous look on her face. There’s a trickle of others from the house, everyone spilling into his yard, all dressed in black, looking solemn, ruining his grass and his solitude and his grief.

“Stop it,” Eddie breathes. “Stop it, just stop.”

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“I don’t want to go to his funeral.”

Frank raises an eyebrow. “Yet you’re hosting.”

“Who else was going to? Maddie and Chim don’t have the space, and Buck practically,” Eddie cuts himself off, stares at a point above Frank’s left shoulder. “Thought he lived in my house.”

How does that make you feel, someone else might say.

It’s okay to not want that, he remembers his mom saying.

“The fact that you want makes this worse?”

Eddie’s never hated Frank more.

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“Clear the yard,” Bobby says.

“Time to go,” Hen says, voice carrying over the din.

“Is Dad okay?” Christopher’s words drift over the yard.

“I don’t know,” Eddie starts, shaking.

Maddie touches his face, thumb stroking over his cheek. “Eddie—”

“He left me a message,” Eddie gasps. “Said he—he loves me and then—”

“Fuck,” Chimney whispers.

Leaning in, Maddie brushes a kiss over his hairline. Eddie doesn’t deserve it, he doesn’t know what to do, how to feel, can’t be what Christopher needs because he, “can’t do this.”

“You can,” Maddie whispers. “We can. Together.”

Eddie looks her in the eye. “What’s wrong with me that I don’t get to keep the people I love?”

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The Hello Kitty stickers have almost completely peeled. Mimi’s missing a head, and Kitty’s handbag is restuck to the bottom of the notebook.

“How’s Chris?” Frank asks.

Eddie shrugs, swallows thickly. “Sad. Clingy. Missing Buck.”

Frank’s eyes are kind. “And you?”

“I loved him,” Eddie says. He picks at a loose thread on his hoodie. It’s Buck’s hoodie. “He’s not here anymore.”

The notebook slides to the table. “You never say died. Or dead. Dying.”

Eddie bites at the inside of his cheek, fighting the tears burning his eyes. Why does Frank always do this? Strip away the anger and the emptiness and just leave the feelings Eddie doesn’t want to face?

“You’re not pretending he’s still alive,” Frank says.

“Think Bobby might have me taken off duty indefinitely,” Eddie points out. “The only reason I’m still here is that he needs you to sign off on me returning.”

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The plot is colourful.

Probably not intentionally; so many flowers and plants and notes taped to sticks.

Eddie feels sick.

Crouching down in front of the headstone, Eddie looks everywhere but at the name.

“Chris is gonna visit this weekend.” There’s a lump in Eddie’s throat that he can’t shift. He closes his eyes, breathes out slowly. Finally, he lifts his eyes.

Evan Buckley. Beloved brother, friend, firefighter.

Choking on a sob, Eddie runs his fingers over Buck’s name. “I hate you for leaving me.”

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There’s no notebook.

Eddie frowns as he takes a seat. “You’re not writing today.”

“I don’t think there’s a need,” Frank says. “How do you feel?”

Like my best friend’s dead.

“Chris has stopped crying,” Eddie says instead. He licks at his bottom lip. “He did his last project on Buck. Keeps saying he’s gonna make Buck proud by doing everything he and Buck planned together—”

“How do you feel,” Frank says again.

Eddie shuts his mouth abruptly. Opens his mouth. Closes it. Says, “Buck’s dead.”

“Yes,” Frank agrees, “he is.”

“He left me behind,” Eddie continues. “I thought I had—that we’d—I’ll never get that and I’m angry and hurt but not, not at Buck.”

Frank nods, and Eddie doesn’t think he’s imagining the pride shining in his expression. “I’ve signed you back for work.”

“I almost didn’t want to,” Eddie admits, clenching his hands into fists. “I don’t know if it’s—being there without Buck hurts.”

“What would you do instead?”

Eddie’s startled. “You don’t think I should go back?”

Frank smiles gently. “It’s your life, Eddie. Your choices.”

“I think I choose,” Eddie says, pauses, “to take my time choosing.”

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“I love you too,” Eddie whispers, resting a bouquet against the headstone.

#buddie #buddie fic #911 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #fic by me #otp: i forgive you #character death #OOPS

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cherrysweather · 5 years ago

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As long as I live.

|Pairing: Simon Blackquill x Reader| |Genre: Angst| |Words: 3.029| -----------------------------------------------

[STARTING PROGRAM...]

“Can you hear me?” “Yes, bzzt”

[UPPER LIMBS CONNECTION...]

“Move your arms”

[CHECKED]

“Good.. Now, try move your head” The woman kept writing notes on both paper and in her computer as the tiny robot answered her commands.

[CERVICAL DYNAMICS...]

“Like this?” Asked the tiny artificial beign as he rotated his head with a full 360.

The woman giggled watching the robot who began to become familiar with his body. “Exactly like that”

[CHECKED]

“Now.. Try move your body forward”

[LOCOMOTION...]

The woman freed the robot from his base, leaving him free to move, then she took some papers from her desk, the papers where she could read all the tests she had to do to the robot. Meanwhile, the subject of these test was wandering around the lab, coming, at the end, near the woman who wore that heavy, dark blue coat,

[CHECKED].

“Good, looks like you are perfectly functional pretty boy” she patted his head and took a little box from the desk “Now, before the last tests, do you want a name?” she asked while smiling at the tiny beign before her.

“Yes! I want a name! A beautiful one! Please mom, give me a name!”

She stopped for a few seconds before leaving free a little laugh from her mouth. “Mom you say?” she took a piece of paper and a pen, starting to think for names. “I have a lot of names, but thinking about it, you are the realization of my dream so... Morpheco?” she turned her head towards the robot that started to party for his new name. “Thank you mom!” “You can search the origing of the name thanks to your brain if you want, in that way we can also make this a test” she said taking again the paper where she wrote all the results of the previous tests. “my research tells me that this name is similar to that of an ancient Greek deity, is that right?” He asks while spinning his head from one side to another doubtful “Exactly! You know, I have a sister whose name is Athena, like the Greek goddess, so I though about giving a deity’s name to you too, then the “-co” part is because you already have two sibilings and their names finish both with “-Co” so I wanted to connect you three with something” she smiled and got up from her chair, taking a box on another chair; her hands took a vial with some blood in it, returning near the robot after she unbuttoned the lowest buttons of her lab coat.

“You’re special, you know that?” her eyes pointed directly at the screen where the robot’s face was “In what way?” he asked, curious of understand why he was special “Well, if I say that I love you so much, how would you feel?” “I would feel like the happiest robot in the world!” “And if I punch you in the head?” she said and did it, but with the lowest effort in strenght “H-Hey! Of course I’d be angry at you mom! I did nothing wrong!” he patted the hitted zone “I’m sorry, but, did you know that I have a ot of superpowers?!” the woman said out of nothing, scaring at first the artificial creature “For real?! What kind of powers do you have?!” he asked like a baby, believing everything she told him “I can’t fly, turn invisible or things like that, but I can create a lot of things! Both artificially, like I did with you, and naturally, something I’m working on” her laughs filled the phrase, stroking his head gently “But, you do have superpowers compared to other robots, you and your sibilings, and the answers you gave me are the proof of this” “My answers? So, my feelings?” she nooded “You have an heart, something that a lot of other robots don’t have, you are capable of feel emotions. This makes you more human than any other machine”

Even if they were a flat screen, the robot’s eyes were trembling with joy, not only life, but this woman gave him an heart to make him more human, a coscience of its own.

“Now! I need to tell you why you’re here and why you have this wonderful thing called “Heart”; right?” her face was deformed by one of the brightest smiles on heart, her hand pressed a button on Morpheco’s torso and opened a tiny recess where she inserted the blood vial previously taken, pressing again the button. “Your programs should be able to analyze on their own that blood, it’s a sample of my blood; instead to continue talking, I wanted to try all of your abilities”

[ANALYZING...] Blood group:0+ Red blood cells: normal White blood cells: normal Platlets: normal Beta hcCG value: 74.715 Presence of substance HE4 in blood: high

“The last two results, what are they?” Morpheco asks, confused by the new, unusual informations “You can search by yourself”

After some minutes, one of the two big answers came in

“M-Mom! I’m going to be a big brother!” he waved his hand in the air from exitment “That’s it! Isn’t it?!” “Yes! Yes it it” she laughed, trying to calm down the robot “So, you have this big belly because you have a baby in there?” his artificial hands gently touched her stomach from above her clothes “Who is the dad? I want to meet him He’s also my dad right?” “We got married a few months ago, so theoretically yes, he’s also your father. His name is Simon, Simon Blackquill and he’s a prosecutor” “And the baby? It’s a boy or a girl?” “A girl! You are going to have a little sister”

But one thing was still to clarify; that substance in her blood, so the system of Morpheco started searching automatically what that was

“M-Mom..” his bubbly and exited attitude vanished in time of one second “This substance, the HE4, it’s a protein but, it also indicates the presence of an ovarian cancer” he looked at that tiny woman as she was tightening the sleeve of her blue jacket “Yes, can’t deny that” she putted on one beautiful smile, looking at the screen on the robot’s face, resting one hand on his head

“I have an ovarian cancer, yes. I have only have three and an half months to live, yes, but I don’t want to waste them, as I don’t want to ruin my daughter’s life, so that’s why you’re alive, I need your help” she looked right in his eyes, remaining calm despite her shiny eyes “There’s no time to desperate now”

“MOM! This isn’t fair! I’m just born and you are already telling me that you are going to leave me so soon?!” his voice was shaking like the rest of his body “S-Simon- Dad, knows this? Is he helping you?” he hoped for a positive answer; he didn’t want to lose his mom so soon. “No, he doesn’t know” she sighed and took her head in one hand “He already has his problems, this isn’t the time to share my situation with him” she watched the ring he gave her the day of their wedding, the day Simon smiled and smiled, nothing else. “Mom, just why?! You can go on a cure, you have to save yourself and sister!” but he imagined the answer ”It’s too late” “Hey, your sister will be alright, and, your aunt will help you here at the lab” she tried to talk as she wasn’t going to die without the joy, the hope of seeing her babygirl grow. “Now, could you please hear my request? The reason of why I’ve created you?” sobs came out of her mouth as she talked, noticing the nod of the robot to her words. “When I’m gone, would you please, help Simon? Would you be a friend, a brother, someone to count on for my daughter? Please..?” tears started to walk on her cheeks as she took both Morpheco’s hands in hers “This is your mission, what do you say?” a little smile came in her face as she raised her head. “Mom, I-I feel like I’m wet, inside?” “This feeling should be the equivalent of our tears, please, don’t cry, you are stronger than me, you must be” “Yes. I will help dad, I will be a good brother and someone to count on, I will be everything my sister needs!” his sobs decorated those desperate and sad screams before his sight went blurry.

[LOW BATTERY, TURNING OFF IN 1 MINUTE]

“It seems like you have to go to sleep, thank you for everything... In these days I’ll teach you everything you want to know” she pressed te button behind the head and the screen turned off.

Morpheco was brought back to its base to recharge and as soon as she picked all her papers, Ms. Blackquill left her lab.

Bad luck.

For once, Simon came to pick her up from work and he was right outside the door, back resting on the wall and his hand on his eyes, trembling.

Her blood froze in that istant and the heart stopped for a few seconds; she wanted so much to run inside the lab again and hide herself from reality, but her body approached the man in front of her, picking his free hand. “Hey beautiful, what are you doing here?” she acted like nothing happened, trying to keep inside the tears “When were you going to tell me? When you’d be one step from the grave?” he sounded cold, but his words trembled. “You understand that someone can’t get to know these kind of informations while the direct interested is talking with a robot. With a robot and not with her husband” he hated raising his voice to her, but he was panicking.

Him, a former jailer, couldn’t see himself as a single dad. Even with the help of Aura or Athena, or that robot, he won’t be able to have the confidence needed to raise a child. She remained in silence, knowing that she had made one of the biggest error in her life if not the biggest. “I tought you’d start hating me because I stopped you from comng at the echography, that’s when I’ve discovered it... I touhgt that would be an echography like any other” “You think too much” he freed his hand from her’s, walked away, trying to make the picture of the situation. Her heart started to fall in pieces, but she wasn’t mad at Simon, he was right, she was wrong. “I’m sorry, I realize now that I should have told you sooner and of my own free will, but I have created that robot, Morpheco, so that he will be by your side when it is neede-” “I need you by my side, not a fucking robot!”

Slowly her eyes pointed down, her brain stopped thinking about answers, she just fixed her papers and went to the elevator. As if he had teleported, Simon was behind her, and he selected the ground floor to go home.

He put one hand on her belly and his forehad on her head “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to raise my voice” he cuddled slowly her big belly, feeling some movements in it “She’s still moving” he smiled and kissed her head “One last month and she won’t be there anymore, she’s enjoing her time” she laughed softly and put her hand on his, trying to free Simon from her hair. His eyes were shining with tears as he slowly began to realize everything “I don’t want to be alone again and our daughter needs a mom” “I know that more than anything, and I feel so bad for this..” she squeezed his hand with strenght, turning her head towards his chest, feeling finally protected from everything when his arm held her close. “I guess in these last months we should to get used to this future” he his once again his face in her hair, keeping her close at his body.

“I’ll go on loving you, for as long as I live.” Months passed and they brought with them a big surprise; after the birth Blackquill heir was born, the contractions continued and it came to light that between the two things that could go unnoticed on the day of the echography, that was just the presence of a second fetus, developed long after the first: born prematurely but healthy as a fish was a little boy of just under two kilos.

Just after another day in court, Simon returned home but the silence strangely reigned, but luckly, entering the bedroom found those two trublemakers asleep with their beautiful mom. “You’re home late tonight” she said once Simon sat on the bed “Why you’re awake?” he discussed with a tired voice “I don’t want to sleep tonight, I’m scared” the fluids of the drip attached to her arm continued to make noise at every drop that fell “I feel like, if I sleep tonight, tomorrow I won’t wake up” she held the two babies in her arms, moving them gently to make them sleep “Come here” Simon’s heart began to beat wildly and tremble like a leaf as he took the three small forms in his arms “That robot turned out to be a lot more useful than I thought in these months“ he tried to avoid the direct topic right now, he could already feel the tears in his eyes “You see? I’ve made it, so of course it would have been useful” her smile did nothing but break more efficiently Simon’s heart “They’re in good hands” she cuddled both Simon’s and the babies’ faces, coughing after taking some air.

They both could feel that her life was coming to it’s end, they both weren’t ready; she didn’t want to leave her family, he didn’t want to lose the love of his life and be alone, once again.

“You know that I will love no more after you? You that were the start of my real life and my first love, first and only love” He gently pulled his fingers between her hair “You have to find someone else, someone who doesn’t keep secrets” she giggled at her own words “Shut up. You see this? This is the proof that I loved you and that I will always do, even if I won’t be able to touch your skin anymore” he said, touching the wedding ring on your finger with his’ “I only need our children and you to be happy, nothing more, “Simon... I don’t want to leave” she started crying without too much noises to not wake up the babies “Please, keep me awake, I want to stay with you another day, I want to see the babies grow” her sobs were suffocated in his chest, as his hand slowly passed from her hair to the babies’ heads “Do you remember the first time we met? You were so cheerful, Athena was so curious and happy to be with you” “You were too much devoted to my mom, you never smiled but you were kind and sweet” she smiled between her tears, covering Simon’s body with the heavy blankets.

They continued to talk about their past together fot minutes and hours, but diseases make people tired, and her wish to stay awake slowly faded away, but thanks to Simon’s words, she didn’t even realize the fact that she was slowly falling asleep.

“Simon, you know that I love you?” her tired eyes looked towards him as she continued to cough due to her sickness “If you know it now, please don’t forget it. You will be the best father in the world even without me, you’ve been my best friend, my brother, then my partner and now my husband and father of my children, you will do fine” her smile was printed on her lips and the coughs never stopped as she talked “Please, don’t give up, keep going for them..” she took his hands and slowly pressed her lips on his. She didn’t want to ruin his life like that, she didn’t want him to feel so bad that he cried at her, she didn’t want to die, she didn’t want to see him try to keep her to himself in those childish ways, but she had zero control over the situation.

“I love you” one last wisper came out from her lips before her head fell on the pillow, asleep.

Simon watched her figure with tears in the eyes, keepig her hand in his’ and letting then himself fall into Morpheus’ arms, tired both physically and mentally.

The alarm ended Simon’s sleep, which stretched to the bedside table to turn it off. He rubbed his eyes and sat on the mattress, stretched his back and tried to wake up despite that grip that held his heart.

“If I sleep tonight, tomorrow I won’t wake up”

His head snapped towards the other side of the bed.

His face became gloomy, he felt something inside him shatter.

She was gone. He looked at her in all her beauty, immaculate and illuminated by the morning sun; her purple lips, her eyelids closed and her hair messed on the pillow made her one of the most beautiful visions of his life, if only her body had kept her soul with it.

He then looked at his two babies, still asleep in the most peaceful sleep, in the most comfy arms.

His hand kept on holding hers, now cold like ice but still beautiful like no one else’s.

He took the babies from her arms and brought them back to their room. He hoped that she was on her feet again when he came back, but nothing.

Simon laid down next to her and brought the finger with the ring to his mouth, trembling like a scared baby, trying ro squeeze her hand with all of his strenght to make her react.

Useless.

He just stayed there, powerless and broken inside, waiting for a call from his hungry children.

“Please... Please come back...”.

This piece’s remake!

OK SO, this is my big debut, I’m sorry that this tourned out so damn long and maybe boring :( but I hope anyway that you all liked this “thing”, I can also write some sequels of this (shorter, OF COURSE). I hope you didn’t cried like I did :c

Now I’ll probably work on some pokemon stuff, waiting for requests uwu Luv u all! <3

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meterokinesis · 4 years ago

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Whumptober Day Two

Read it on AO3

Here, have some unbeta’d PJO angst

The first time Annabeth Chase saw Luke Castellan, she thought he looked like Sleeping Beauty’s prince. She had always preferred Belle over Aurora, but Prince Phillip was kind and funny and slayed dragons. But Luke wasn’t going to let her hide away in a tower, instead he gave her a dagger, looked her in her eyes, and told her she was brave.

No one had ever called her brave before. Smart, creative, stubborn, yes--but never brave. It was the sort of word she could find herself growing to love, along with these kids who were just like her.

Luke was from Connecticut and was what Annabeth’s step-mom called a “yankee.” He wore a UCONN Huskies sweatshirt that was two sizes too big and had definitely been stolen. While Thalia avoided talking about her life back home--all they knew is that she was a child of Zeus and she was from California. Sometimes she muttered a name in her sleep, something about a Jaden or Jacob. But Luke was full of stories.

Luke liked to talk about ghosts. He always said that it was because Connecticut was the most haunted state, but Annabeth thought that was just the way he was. One night, as they all huddled around a small fire in their Ohio safehouse, she finally asked.

“Why do you like ghost stories so much?” She demanded, interrupting one such story.

Luke pondered this for a moment, but the smirk-y grin on his face told her that he already knew.

“If we ever want to know anything about the future, we have to know about the past. For gods, it’s easy to mix the two up. But people like us--demigods--we have to be careful. We need to know the pitfalls of every demigod who came before us, because we’re destined to repeat their mistakes. I like ghost stories because they’re easier, but the meaning is the same.”

Annabeth listened, enraptured. Thalia glanced up at the pair and chuffed a laugh, then went back to cleaning her sword. She thought Luke’s stories were childish, but Annabeth thought she was just scared. Not like Luke. Luke wasn’t scared of anything.

“Annabeth, do you know what hubris is?” He asked, catching her attention again.

Annabeth frowned, wracking her brain for an answer. “It’s that thing you eat with pita bread right?”

Luke smiled, but didn’t laugh at her. He never laughed at her.

“No, it’s something all demigods have. It means a fatal flaw. All of us have something that will lead to our downfall if we let it. Like, Icarus flew too close to the sun. Arachne thought she was better than Athena. We’re mortals playing an eternal game.”

“Quit philosophizing. It’s getting late, we should all go to bed,” Thalia chimed in, setting down her sword with a clang.

Annabeth kept looking at Luke. “What’s your hubris?”

Luke didn’t look at her when he answered.

“I don’t know.”

Living with Luke and Thalia was like camping, except with more people asking them if they were homeless. They found a disposable camera and took photos of all three of them--”just in case,” Luke said.

It all got worse when Thalia got injured. They were in New York, right near Weschester County. From the way he stood and the set of his jaw, Annabeth could tell it hurt for him to be here. Even when Luke talked about Connecticut, he never talked about his family. But now he was buying them Metro-North tickets to Westport, and his hands only shook a little when he handed them to the conductor.

Annabeth leaned against him during the ride, and only when his hand came up to stroke her hair did she drift off to sleep.

Annabeth hated it in Westport. Luke’s house was a lot like her dad’s on the outside, big and fancy. But while Annabeth’s step-mom had a cleaning lady come in every Tuesday, Luke’s house looked like a hurricane had torn through it. And Luke’s mom was scary, but a different scary than monsters. She was like a ghost in the body of a person.

She only had to stay there for a few hours, however, before Luke was tugging her hand and yelling at Thalia and they were on their way out the door. By nightfall, they were at their safehouse in Rhode Island, right by the beach.

Luke went to get firewood, claiming some ocean air would do him good. Soon, it was just Thalia and Annabeth, setting up capm in silence.

“Why did we leave?” Annabeth finally asked. Thalia just grimaced.

“He met his dad,” she said simply, “and it didn’t go well.”

Annabeth nodded, and they finished their tasks in silence.

The Hunters hated Luke, so Annabeth hated them. It was that simple. Thalia seemed to agree, so Annabeth felt no remorse leaving them behind. The three of them were a family, and they’d always be that way.

Grover wasn’t necessarily part of the family, but he was like the kid-next-door who’s always hanging around. He was jumpy and snacked on tin cans and let Annabeth touch his horns when she asked. Within a day, she decided she liked him.

He found them in Vermont, up in the mountains where Annabeth’s dad used to take her for Christmas break. He told them that he could take them to a camp where demigods lived and trained. The trio huddled in the corner and voted, all in favor. So they went, just like that.

Camp Half-Blood wasn’t the same without Thalia, but she didn’t expect it to be. The first few nights, she stayed in the Hermes cabin with Luke. She had top bunk and he had bottom, because he promised to protect her if anything tried to attack her in the night. She believed him, of course. Why wouldn’t she?

The night Annabeth got claimed, the first thing she did was look to Luke, not to her new siblings. She’d still see him, of course, but she’d have to move to the Athena cabin and couldn’t do activities with him anymore.

He gave her a tight-lipped smile, and whispered, “Go.” Lip trembling, she nodded and walked away from the campfire with her new siblings. But no matter what, Luke would be her family.

The first time someone broke her heart, she went to Luke. When she won her first game of capture the flag, she and Luke celebrated with a smuggled-in cake from Dairy Queen. When she decided she wanted to be an architect, Luke offered up his laptop and helped her look at colleges.

When he was sent on a quest, she helped him pack. At ten, she was getting lanky and awkward, but Luke didn’t care. He still tweaked her nose and gently pushed her around like he always had. She watched as he left camp, waited a full five minutes, then turned back to the Big House to go ask Chiron when she could go on her own quest.

When Luke came back with a dragon’s claw, a scar, and something scary in his eyes, she said nothing. Instead, she grinned wide and hugged him tightly and told him everything that happened while he was gone. He ruffled her hair like he always did, but his movements were hollower now.

When Annabeth first saw Percy Jackson, she couldn’t see how this boy was supposed to save them all. She told Luke as much, but he just laughed and continued on with cabin checks.

“You never know, Annabeth. People can surprise you.”

When Percy received the prophecy, Annabeth bounded into Luke’s room, rambling about the quest she would surely be picked for and this boy who was nobody and somebody all at the same time. Luke just nodded as she talked, rustling through his chest. Finally he withdrew an old UCONN Huskies sweatshirt, one that would probably fit him perfectly now.

“Here,” he said simply, handing it to Annabeth. “It’s yours now.”

Wordlessly, she nodded and hugged it close. It would be too big, she knew, but it was a piece of her family. And that was all that mattered.

Annabeth clutched the sweatshirt in her hands as she cried, trying in vain not to let the teardrops stain the old photographs. They had been taken with a disposable camera, the date in the corner from five years before. He was gone, of that she was sure.

In just one day, her knight had become the monster. And now it was her job to solve it all.

#pjo #whumptober2020 #whumptober 2020 #annabeth chase #luke castellan #thalia grace #pjo fic #my writing

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blackjacktheboss · 5 years ago

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madness of hera au

Percy’s heart stopped and he fell to his knees as tears began to stream down his face. “Annabeth,” he whispered.

She rushed towards him and he wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her stomach.

She gently ran her fingers through his hair while cradling his head, attempting to soothe him through his sobs.

“It’s okay, Percy. We’re okay.”

He swallowed hard and concentrated on slowing his breathing, letting her familiar smell fill his lungs and bring him the peace he had been searching for so desperately

Finally he was able to pull his face from her, while keeping her waist firmly in his grip. “Are you... I mean, is this...”

She placed her hands on either side of his face, gently stroking his cheekbones with her thumbs. “This is real, Percy. I promise.”

As he looked up at her face, he couldn’t help but mentally trace every line, comparing them to the memories he had been replaying in his head since the moment he lost her.

He found himself taking an inventory of her:

Princess curls still in tact, perfectly framing her face

Eyes still grey, though a little sadder than he remembered them

Her arm still scarred from when she had taken a knife for him

Her hands, still holding his face, as soft and gentle against his skin as he dreamed about

She was really here

She was solid under his touch, not dissipating like the misty figure of her he chased in his sleep

She was glowing, which was definitely new, but it was faint. Just enough to notice, but nothing that couldn’t be outdone by her smile or the shine in her eyes as she looked down at him

After a few moments she pulled Percy to his feet, and he grabbed her hands from his face, instead holding them to his chest.

He wondered if she could feel his heart simultaneously thundering like the hooves of a thousand horses and coming to a complete standstill like a fish frozen in a lake

He swallowed hard, trying desperately to compose himself. “I, uh.. I made kind of a mess while you were gone. Well, made one because you were gone, really.”

She smiled, letting her hands soak in the warmth of Percy’s. “I heard. And I gotta say, restructuring an entire pantheon in my honor? Very hot.”

They laughed into each other’s mouths as they joined for a kiss, and Percy silently thanked the Fates for whatever part they played in this.

He decided then and there he would spend the rest of his life praying to whoever he needed to pray to in order for this to always be his reality

One in which Annabeth was within his grasp

When they pulled away from their kiss, foreheads resting on one another, a million questions began to race through his mind. Only one made it across his lips. “How?”

Hades, who had walked in behind Annabeth unnoticed, stepped forward then.

“Hi,” he said a bit awkwardly.

He looked younger than Percy had ever seen him, and his energy was almost giddy. “Well with those two gone, it seems a throne has opened up on Olympus and I... well, truth be told, I’m a sucker for a good love story. We don’t get too many down there. Which is why, Percy Jackson, you are the first hero to ever successfully bring back a loved one from the Underworld.”

Apollo whistled dramatically. “Orpheus is gonna be pissed.”

Hades grimaced. “Believe me, I’ve already been hearing about it. But a deal’s a deal, people! And this young man made the journey metaphorically which made it much easier to sidestep the official rules, by which I mean Persephone. So good job, kid.”

Athena stepped forward. “Of course there are still some rules we must abide by, and since you didn’t formally go down to retrieve her there were certain limits to what service Lord Hades could provide.”

“She will have to always be on or very near Olympus or Olympic protected lands, but other than that, she is as mortal as she was before.”

“And the glow?” Percy asked.

Hades brow furrowed, “Can’t quite get it to fade but I’m working on it. Got a call with Hecate scheduled for later this week.”

“Elysium problems, am I right?” Apollo said, but no one acknowledged him.

“It’s ok. I like it,” Percy said, turning back towards Annabeth. But then his face turned serious.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asked. “Because I would understand if-”

Annabeth placed a hand over his mouth. “Together, remember? Anything, as long as we’re together. Besides, it gives me plenty of time to work on New Athens.”

He smiled wide as he moved her hand from his mouth, surging forward to wrap her up in another kiss.

Percy can honestly say he had never wondered what it would be like to make out with Annabeth in front of a handful of Greek Gods but turns out, Aphrodite gets everyone to applaud before shooing them away “to give the kids some privacy”

So overall, he didn’t hate it and would likely be fine doing it again

What he did hate was sharing Annabeth for the next few days

All he wanted was to steal her away and hunker down in their own little world, an underwater bubble if that’s what it took, but if the war had shown him anything it was that he hadn’t been the only one to miss her

She spent an entire afternoon with Chiron on the porch of the Big House sharing a pot of tea and playing chess

She squeezed every single one of her siblings, especially Malcolm

Jason and Piper arrived from California to tearfully welcome their friend back, Jason spewing a million different apologies which Annabeth told him were not needed

An evening was spent with Thalia under her old tree, and while Annabeth never really shared with Percy what they talked about, the way Thalia spoke to him seemed to change and he assumed it had something to do with that

Even Nico made an appearance, assuring Annabeth that he had checked over her paperwork himself and there were no secret clauses or loopholes for her to worry about

The week culminated in a welcome back party put on by the Hermes cabin, the self-proclaimed kings of hospitality

On behalf of the Ares cabin, Clarisse presented her oldest nemesis with a gift in the form of a new and improved war banner

It was bluish gray and showed an owl with its wings outstretched holding a trident in its claws.

“It’s fire resistant too,” Clarisse mentioned. “Since you’re apparently impossible to take down, we figured your family banner should be too.”

Annabeth smiled from ear to ear and proudly displayed the flag for all to see.

“Clarisse are you being nice?” Percy teased

She socked him in the gut and then, when he was hunched over, she roughly patted him on the back. “Enjoy it while you can, runt. Cause when our dad gets out, it’s over for you.”

“Can’t wait,” he huffed.

Percy regained his breath and looked over at Annabeth who was showing off her gift to Chiron

He knew Clarisse was right, that he hadn’t changed things forever

but he had changed things enough

And he had changed them at least for now

As long as Annabeth Chase was walking the earth, alive and well, he would deal with whatever else came

Plus, he had it on good authority that nothing else would come for a long time (Apollo was quite chatty after a victory)

Long enough, at least, for him and Annabeth to live a long life

Together.

#if there are any typos please forgive me #madness of hera au #LAST PART TOMORROW NIGHT KIDS #another long boi #ok love y'all goodniiiiight

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