#brooklyn la rue

[incorrect-riordanverse-quotes]

Clarisse: I’ve only said “I love you” to three people; Chris, Silena, and Sherman. And one of those I regret. Michael: Which one? Clarisse: Sherman. He didn’t die, so now I look like an idiot.

[sillylittlespam]

ISN’T IT DELICATE?

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Chapter One : New Captain Alert!

riordanverse characters x brooklyn 99 au!

detective!percy jackson x detective!y/n

Summary : (y/n) (l/n) wasn’t quite used to being a member of a precinct that actually cared about each other. She had been at the 99th precinct for almost a year, yet she still found herself keeping her co-workers at arms-length. She wanted to feel comfortable and open up, she just wasn’t sure how.

For someone who made a lot of embarrassing decisions, Percy Jackson hated the feeling of humiliation. But him and his big mouth somehow managed to get into a very public argument with his new coworker-slash-secret-crush, which ended in a very intense bet. If (y/n) made more felony arrests than he did, then she got his car. But if he made more felony arrests than her, he got to take (y/n) out on a date. And while he was glad to finally have a reason to talk to this absolutely gorgeous social recluse, it also meant that he finally had to go above and beyond at his job.

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“This job is eating me alive. I can’t breathe anymore. I spent all these years trying to be the good guy, the man in the white hat. I’m not becoming like them, I am them.”

“Jackson, what the hell are you doing?”

The dark haired man looked up to find his detective partner, (y/n) (l/n), watching him with a mixture of annoyance and confusion on her face. In her hands, she held a small notebook and a pen.

“I’m doing the best speech from Donnie Brasco,” Percy informed her, before turning to look at the camera that projected his face onto the many televisions behind him, “Or, actually… Ten of me are doing the best speech from Donnie Brasco.”

“Can you get it together?” (y/n) asked. Out of everyone in the whole precinct, she was one of the few people who didn’t at least somewhat enjoy his shenanigans. Turning back to the store owner, she continued reading from her notebook, “So the store was robbed about two hours ago. They took mostly tablets, laptops, and cameras-“

She stopped talking when the sound of ‘80s hip-hop music began blaring from behind her, and she turned around to give Percy a blank stare.

“Sorry,” he said, and quickly pressed the power button of the electric keyboard to turn off the music.

(y/n) let out a deep sigh before turning back to the store owner, “I’d like a list of all your employees. Whoever had access to the store. I’d also like to apologize for my partner, his parents didn’t give him enough attention growing up.”

“Excuse me, Detective,” despite the dig at him, Percy had a smile on his face as he addressed (y/n), “I’ve already solved the case.”

(y/n)’s arms dropped to her side, and her impatient expression encouraged Percy to continue.

“We’re looking for three white males, one of whom has sleeve tats on both arms.”

“And how do you know that?” (y/n)’s voice was more tired than anything as she made her way over to her partner.

“I had an informant on the inside,” Percy’s voice was dead serious, “He’s been here for years. Watching, learning, waiting.”

A moment of silence hung in the air as (y/n) waited for the punchline.

“His code name?” Percy took a few steps backward before reaching over one of the shelves to reveal a stuffed animal, “Fuzzy cuddle bear. He’s a nanny cam!” 

Percy flipped the bear over quickly before his partner could say anything.

“You got lucky,” (y/n) scoffed, shaking her head.

“No, I got here five minutes before you and figured that in this gigantic electronics store, there had to be at least one working camera,” Percy shot back, taking the chip out of the nanny cam and inserting it into the projector. The televisions behind them showed the robbers, one of them perfectly fitting Percy’s previous description, “Hi, bad guys!”

He picked up the teddy bear again, looking into it’s eyes, “You did it, Fuzzy. You busted ‘em. It’s time to come home.”

“I’m not sure if I can,” Percy lifted the teddy higher, pretending to voice it, and (y/n) rolled her eyes, “I’ve been undercover so long, I’ve forgotten who I am. I have seen terrible things. I haven’t known the touch of a woman in many moons.”

As Percy voices the teddy bear, it got increasingly closer to (y/n)’s face.

“All right,” she said, turning and walking away.

“Detective (l/n)!” the bear, aka Percy, cried, “Don’t walk away from me!”

If there was one thing (y/n) hated, it was losing. And at this very moment, as she sat in the briefing room and looked upon the whiteboard in front of her, she could feel the taste of defeat beginning to seep in.

“Yes, I did crack the case,” Percy Jackson announced from his seat across from her. For once he sat upright in his chair, his body turned to face her as he smirked, “(l/n). would you care to do the honors?”

Feeling the entire room turned to look at her, (y/n) sighed and pushed herself out of her chair. Once at the whiteboard, she erased the number 23 below Percy’s name.

“Yeah, and you’re just gonna wanna add one,” Percy called, as she wrote down the number 24 in very small handwriting.

“I hate this,” (y/n) muttered, mostly to herself as the rest of the room let out whoops, claps, and various cheers. The number under her name was stuck at 22, meaning that Percy remained in the lead.

“And I’m winning!” he exclaimed, “It’s a good feeling.”

As (y/n) turned to go back to her seat, the rest of the room burst out into applause. Her eyes fell on Percy’s green one’s. The large grin on his face provoked the smallest smile from (y/n), and she quickly rolled her eyes to cover it up.

“Enjoy it while it lasts,” she said.

“Oh, I will,” he shot back, moving to rest his legs on the table in front of him before she turned around to the front where one of their sergeants, Jason Grace, was taking the stand.

“Alright,” the tall, blond man cleared his throat before addressing the precinct, “PJ, any update on the Morgenthau murder?”

“Yeah!” Percy stood from his seat, running a hand through his dark hair, “Good news for all you murder fans.”

He brought out a few laughs as he made his way to the front to show off a presentation.

“Earlier this morning, someone decided to shoot and kill luxury food importer Henry Morgenthau. Body was found by the cleaning lady. During her interview, I deduced using expert detective work that she had something super gross on her chin.”

The room groaned at the photo he provided.

“I think it was flan,” Percy’s best friend, Grover Underwood, said after sipping his coffee.

“Grover thinks it’s flan, I think it was butterscotch pudding.”

“It could just be old person gunk,” Clarisse La Rue spoke up, her feet still propped up on the table in front of her despite the numerous requests to remove them, “You know how old people always have that gunk on them?”

“Oldie gunk,” Percy pointed at her, “Could be, yeah. Anyone else?”

“How about we focus on the murder, Jackson? And not the old person gunk?” Jason suggested, patiently.

“Crime techs are at the scene now,” (y/n) spoke up, “We’re heading back when they’re done.”

“Okay, I want you two on this,” Jason emphasized, “This is gonna be priority one for the new C.O.”

“Wait, tell us about the new captain,” Clarisse said.

“Captain Ramírez will be here soon. She’ll want to introduce herself,” he told them, “Dismissed.”

“I think it’s so cool that we’re going to have a female captain,” Hazel Levesque spoke up.

“You know what’s even cooler?” Leo Valdez asked her, “That she’s hispanic.”

That sparked a debate about whether being a woman or being Hispanic made their new Captain more of a minority. The rest of the precinct decided to mind their own business, and tend to their other tasks.

The arrival of the new captain was rather inconvenient, as Percy and Leo, the only two detectives who were not allowed to be left together due to their lack of rational thinking, had been left together and somehow managed to catch an almost full garbage can on fire. In a poor attempt to put the fire out, they had knocked it over and sent burning garbage all over the floor.

“Where the hell is the fire extinguisher?” Frank Zhang, the precinct’s other sergeant, asked frantically. A silent woman handed it to him, “Thank you!”

After the fire had been successfully put out, it took Frank a minute or so to notice that the entire precinct was silently staring behind him. Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with a rather tall, stern looking woman with a very official police badge.

“Captain Ramírez!” Frank exclaimed, and Jason quickly made his way over, taking care not to step on the charred mess on the floor.

“I’m so sorry you had to see that, Captain Ramírez,” the blond man stuck out his hand, “I can assure you that this sort of thing does not usually happen at the 99!”

“Why’s he lying?” Leo whispered, earning a smile from Percy and a shushing noise from (y/n).

“Captain Ramírez-Arellano,” was all the olive skinned woman said.

“I’m sorry?” Grace asked, lowering his hand.

“That is my name. Captain Ramírez-Arellano. I have two last names, I would appreciate for them to be used.”

“I’m sorry, Captain, I wasn’t aware of that,” Jason reacted much quicker than Zhang, “Thank you for correcting us.”

She nodded once in acknowledgment, before turning her attention to the silent detectives.

“Everyone,” she began, poise and elegant like a copper statue, “I am your new commanding officer, Captain Reyna Ramírez-Arellano. I trust that you adults can handle yourselves for a few minutes while I have a word with your sergeants?”

She received a few nods, while the rest of the precinct remained too nervous to move.

“Gentlemen,” she gestured for them to follow her as she walked to her office.

“Yes ma’am,” they said in unison, quickly following behind.

The detectives waited until the door closed to begin speaking.

“I think I’m in love,” Piper McLean spoke up, earning a few nods.

“I love her attitude,” Annabeth Chase, Percy’s other best friend, agreed.

“Is anyone else picking up a gay vibe?” Nico di Angelo, the precinct’s civilian administrator, asked. The room fell silent as everyone gave him a weird look.

“How the hell did you idiots manage to light a whole trash can on fire?” (y/n) asked, turning to Percy and Leo.

The pair shot each other grins, before shaking their heads.

“It was an experiment,” was all Leo said. They refused to explain any further.

In the Captain’s office, Reyna placed her name tag on the desk.

“Sergeant Grace, it’s nice to meet you. Sergeant Zhang, you were with me in the 1-8. Though… you were significantly…..” The captain chose her words carefully.

“Fatter, ma’am,” Frank said, “Yes, I go to a gym now.”

“Good for you,” Reyna’s tone was not at all sarcastic as she stood and walked towards the window, “Sergeants, tell me about your detective squad.”

A moment of silence hung in the air as the two men tried to figure out what to say.

“Hazel Levesque is my fiancée,” Frank spoke up, and the trio’s eyes fell to the dark skinned woman, who was diligently typing away at her computer, “We’ve been cleared and everything, so there’s nothing to worry about. She works hard, she does things by the book, overall she’s very good at her job. But we try to keep her out of the interrogation room.”

“Can she not handle it?” Reyna’s tone was almost surprised.

“Not in the way you’re thinking,” Jason held back a smile.

“You know I’m not mad at you, I just want to hear the truth,” Hazel leaned back in her chair almost too casually as her eyes scanned the face of the man in front of her.

Leo Valdez sat, confused as to why he had been dragged to the interrogation room, “Yeah, I still don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I know that idiot act works on everyone else, but it’s not going to work on me,” the dark skinned woman sat up, her golden eyes burning holes into Leo’s brown ones, “You ate my pie. Admit it.”

“What? Hazel, no I didn’t-“

“You’re lying!” the Latino flinched at the volume increase as Hazel shouted and jumped up, slamming her hands on the metal table between them , “I know you did!”

“Hazel, sweetie, what the hell is going on?” the detectives turned to find Piper McLean had entered the room, “Also, beat it. I need to interrogate my perp.”

“Nico di Angelo, our civilian administrator,” Grace began, nodding to the desk outside the captain’s office. The young man he was referring to, however, remained in the huddled group of off-task detectives, no doubt whispering about what was currently happening behind closed doors, “He’s…scary. But he’s the guy you want sending awkward emails or confronting a lawyer. He is a college student, so this is kind of a part-time job for him, but he does it well. He only really got the job because he grew up with Percy, Annabeth, and Grover.”

“Nico, you managed to get eight at-risk kids to sign up for the Junior Police Program,” Jason said as he and Clarisse approached the young man lounging behind his desk, “How the hell did you do it?”

Nico looked up from his phone, “Oh, I just told them some crap about how they need to have passion for something in their lives. And when that didn’t work I told them about how much cops get paid, how they never have to stop at a red light, and get to carry a gun.”

“How did you know that would work?” Jason asked.

“That’s what made me sign up,” Nico shrugged.

“You did this program?” For once, Clarisse sounded surprised as she looked upon Nico’s shaggy black hair, silver skull rings, dark baggy clothing, and various chains.

“Yeah. It does not work.”

“While Nico is scary in the ‘caffeine withdrawal slash emo teenager’ kind of way, Clarisse La Rue is scary in the ‘I’m gonna pull you into a dark alley and beat you up’ kind of way,” Frank continued, his eyes falling on the curly haired woman, who was currently staring daggers into someone across the room, “She’s not the best at managing her anger, or doing her paperwork. She’s tough, smart, and very athletic.”

Clarisse had just arrived back at the precinct after a trial where she testified against a perp she had arrested. Hazel and Frank applauded almost genuinely as Clarisse spread her arms and did a mock bow.

“La Rue, you did it,” Frank congratulated, “They found him guilty on all charges.”

“Huh,” Clarisse smiled for once, “Hazel’s advice worked.”

She threw a light punch at the woman’s shoulder, who laughed in return.

“So where was your happy place?” Hazel asked, referring to the trick she suggested to keep her temper in check.

“I’m in a cabin in the middle of nowhere,” Clarisse began, “Inside it’s just me and that stupid, slimy defense attorney. And I’m beating the hell out of him. I break a dining room table over his head. Then I rip off his arm and shove it where the sun don't shine. Then I reach down his throat and shake his hand.”

Frank and Hazel looked at each other, speechless.

“Yeah, okay!” Frank finally said after he collected his thoughts, “I’m going to go ahead and schedule you for a psych eval!”

“Piper McLean can either be your best friend, or your worst enemy,” Grace continued, and the attention turned to the almond skinned woman wearing a snowboarding jacket who was whispering with Nico, “she grew up really well off, but once she turned 18 she decided to make her own money. She’s a very hard worker, but she can be a little…uneducated in certain aspects of life.”

It was around noon when the entire precinct was startled by the sound of an explosion.

A startled scream directed everyone’s attention over to the microwave, which had caught on fire. Piper McLean stood a few feet away, frozen in shock.

“Piper, use the fire extinguisher!” Annabeth called from the other side of the room.

“I don’t know how to!”

Grover, who was in close proximity, grabbed the extinguisher and successfully put out the fire.

“What the hell happened?” Clarisse asked, and everyone else began muttering their own questions.

“I don’t know, I-“

Grover opened the charred microwave to reveal a fork. At the sight of it, everyone let out an annoyed sigh.

“Did you put this in there?” he asked.

“Was I not supposed to? I’m sorry, I can replace it-“

Sergeant Grace and Sergeant Zhang exchanged looks.

“We need to schedule a ‘precinct safety’ meeting,” Jason muttered, and Frank nodded.

“Leo Valdez is going to be the reason I have a heart attack,” Frank Zhang sighed and nodded to the curly-haired Latino who stood in the center of the Off-Task unit, “I love the kid, but he��s insane. Somehow he manages to light everything on fire. But work-wise, he’s surprisingly efficient. He had a really rough childhood. His mom died and he was homeless for a while. Obviously that kind of stuff is still going to effect you later in life, so we try to cut him some slack if he’s having a hard time.”

“Hey, are you doing okay?” (y/n) quietly asked as she approached Leo at his desk. She had been watching him for a while, and his unexplained shift in personality was beginning to worry her. The precinct was having one of its rare quiet days, where all the extroverts were out chasing leads.

“Hm?” Leo looked up from his computer monitor, which had turned off ten minutes ago, “What? Oh, yeah, no, I’m fine.”

“Something about saying “yeah, no,” makes me think you’re not fine,” (y/n) said, a small smile on her face, “Do you want to talk about anything?”

Leo was silent for a moment, before he sighed.

“Ah,” he began picking at the zipper of his open jacket, “Today’s kind of the anniversary of my mom dying.”

“Oh,” (y/n) didn’t know what to say. ‘I’m sorry’ didn’t sound good enough.

“And I just-“ Leo stopped himself, pausing to look out the window. (y/n) was pretty sure he was blinking back tears, so she awkwardly turned her head for a moment to give him some privacy, “I’m just having a hard time focusing. Literally all I have to do is finish this stupid report. I was supposed to be done an hour ago, I’m not even halfway done.”

“I can do it,” (y/n) said after a moment of silence.

Leo turned to look at her, almost confused, “What? No, (l/n), you don’t have to do my report, I-“

“No, I can do it. I fly through reports. And this way you can get started on something else,” she nodded to the sticky notes tapped to the bottom of his monitor with an overwhelming to-do list.

Leo’s eyes scanned (y/n)’s face for a moment. She stuck her hand out, and Leo eventually handed her the file.

“Thank you,” he said, quietly, and she gave him a small nod.

“Grover Underwood is a member of what we higher-ups call the trio. It’s composed of him, Annabeth, and Percy, since they grew up together. Out of the three of them, Grover is the only one I would trust with my car keys,” Grace said, and the attention went towards the brown skinned man whispering to a blonde woman, “He’s a sweet kid, he loves animals, and bless the Lord, he has a sense of reason.”

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Grover Underwood made a show of announcing as he walked into the precinct, earning everyone’s attention, “Six banks robbed in three weeks, $250,000 stolen, citizens trembling in fear. Well, no more.”

“You got your bank robber!” Jason exclaimed.

“Went home last night, no overtime, just me and some brie. And I cracked it. So, here he is. The thug that’s been terrorizing the city. Say hello, Marvin.”

“Hello,” everyone’s smiles faded as they turned their attention to an eighty year old man with a blue scarf.

“Oh my Gods, he’s so old,” Hazel exclaimed, voicing what everyone else was thinking.

“He’s not that old!” Grover insisted, his own attitude dropping at the unexpected reaction, “his nurse isn’t even full time!”

“Annabeth Chase is scary in the ‘I know a hundred ways to kill you and even more ways to hide your body’ kind of way,” Frank continued, nodding to the blonde who was nodding to whatever Grover was whispering, “She’s the smartest person you know, until she’s around Percy and Grover. She can either be the biggest overachiever, or the biggest slacker. It really depends on the week.”

When Annabeth Chase sat down at her desk with a large cup of coffee, Grover, her desk partner, paused his conversation with Clarisse. The two detectives silently watched the blonde woman as she impatiently waited for her computer to turn on.

“What?” Annabeth asked as she finally noticed their eyes, her voice containing a slight rasp to it.

“Nothing,” the glance shared between Grover and Clarisse revealed the lie.

Annabeth’s eyes narrowed, expectantly.

“You just look a little…tired, Annabeth,” Grover made sure to keep his voice light as he referred to the dark circles under her eyes, “Did you sleep alright?”

“I didn’t sleep at all, actually,” Annabeth blinked, her focus off in the distance, “I got off work late and went home. I started playing Minecraft, and got distracted with building the city of New York. Before I knew it, it was time for me to come back and I still hadn’t finished my work.”

“Did you finish the city?” Grover’s casual tone let Clarisse know this wasn’t an uncommon occurance.

“Almost,” she rubbed her eyes, “I just need to put in the sidewalks and figure out how to make cars.”

The other two detectives watched silently as the blonde chugged her coffee.

“I’m still behind on my paperwork,” she muttered.

Reyna’s attention fell to one of the desks outside the group of people, where (y/n) sat, halfheartedly attempting to type up a report. ‘Attempting’ being the key word, because Percy was making things difficult as he leaned on her desk while he went on about something in the hopes of earning her attention. 

“Tell me about them,” Reyna nodded in their direction, and the sergeants exchanged knowing  looks.

“(y/n) (l/n) is our newest detective. She’s been here almost a year, and, well…” Frank trailed off, “All we really know is that she’s reserved, smart, and very hard to read.”

“She’s brilliant, but she has a hard time letting people in. Stubborn too,” Jason added, “she and Jackson have some big bet over who gets more arrests this year. Ever since the bet, their numbers have gone way up.”

“Hey, how did you know that woman?” Percy asked his partner as he drove the police car back to the precinct.

“Hm?” (y/n) looked up from the case file she was studying. Percy glanced over to find her watching him, “Keep your eyes on the road, Jackson.”

“They are!” he insisted, “And I asked how you knew the woman we spoke to.”

“Oh,” (y/n) seemed to hold back a smile, “I made her wedding cakes back when I had a baking business.”

“I didn’t know you owned a business!” Percy’s eyes were wide, and his tone was full of surprise, “Or that you could bake.”

“I only did it to put myself through college. It was fun, but I don’t really have time for it anymore,” (y/n) shrugged, “I was really good at it, though.”

“You know, my birthday’s in a few months,” Percy shot her a quick smile. Then his expression faltered, and he was silent for a moment, “Wait a minute, did you say wedding cakes, plural?”

“Percy, watch the fucking road!”

“Tell me about Jackson,” Reyna said.

Jason let out a long sigh, “Percy Jackson may just be our best detective. He loves putting away bad guys and solving puzzles. The only puzzle he hasn’t solved is how to grow up.”

“That was very well put,” Reyna noted.

“We’ve both spoken a lot about Percy in our departmentally mandated therapy sessions,” Frank muttered.

“You busted through a window for no reason?” Jason Grace asked, his hands massaging his temple.

“Basic police tactic, Sarge,” Percy said, as if it should’ve been obvious, “Cover every exit.”

“It was a sealed window on the fifth floor,” Jason lifted his head to squint at the dark haired detective, “You could’ve just gone through the door with Grover.”

“Yeah, but then what would my catchphrase have been? “Knock knock, who’s there? Justice?”” Percy stopped talking, taking a moment to think, “Wait, that's actually amazing.”

Jason walked away, shaking his head as he muttered something about paperwork.

“We’ve also noticed he seems to have a strange fixation on trying to get (y/n) to open up,” Jason commented, “So if they’re not working on a case together, they need to be as far away from each other as possible, otherwise no work will get done.”

“Aren’t their desks right next to each other?” Reyna asked.

“That’s the problem we’ve run into as well,” Frank nodded, “And these detectives are weirdly attached with their desks.”

Reyna was silent for a moment, “Thank you, sergeants, you may be dismissed. Please send di Angelo in.”

“Yes ma’am.”

A few moments later there was a knock at the door, “You wanted to see me?”

“Yes, Nico, have a seat,” Reyna gestured to the chair in front of her desk.

She waited until the young adult was comfortable before she spoke again, her eyes trained beyond her window, “Tell me about the bet between (l/n) and Jackson.”

Nico blinked, almost surprised at the question.

“Oh. Well, it started a few months ago. I’m not really sure what they were arguing about, but it ended in Percy insisting he could do his job better than her. So the deal is if (l/n) gets more felony arrests, Percy has to give her his car. It’s an old Mustang, it’s pretty sick. But if he gets more arrests, she has to go on a date with him,” Reyna’s lips twitched up at Nico’s words, “He guarantees it will end in sex, but honestly the rest of the precinct seems to think (y/n)’s got this in the bag.”

“And what do you think?” the captain asked, shifting her gaze to the young man in front of her as she leaned back in her chair ever so slightly.

Nico glanced towards the door to ensure it was closed before answering, “Honestly? It depends on how much he wants that date. He has a tremendous amount of potential, he just needs something to put it towards. On the other hand, I don’t know shit about (y/n). She gets her work done, and kind of keeps to herself. That girl could be a secret undercover crime lord or something, and none of us would know until it’s too late.”

“I get your point,” Reyna nodded, “Thank you, you may go.”

When the new captain was finally left alone in her office, she allowed herself to recline in her chair, her eyes still on the pair of detectives.

At this point, (y/n) had given up on writing her report. Her arms crossed in front of her, yet she had the slightest smile on her face as she looked up at Percy. He was still talking about God-knows-what, and anyone watching could tell it was a one-sided conversation. The way that he slowly inched closer to her, and the way that she nodded along with his words let Reyna know that while she may be in for more than she signed up for, this was going to be hella interesting.

authors note

the first chapter is done! if you can’t tell, y/n is still warming up to her precinct, and I’m excited to see where this goes because we all know the characters I write kinda do their own thing

thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed this!

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silhouettes emerging: prologue

the vampire isabelle de la rue, upon realizing that she has been erased from history, decides on a whim to set the record straight.

iwtv oc, prologue ~500 words (short n sweet)

welcome to our framing device! my girl is a study of the messy morals of iwtv, deceptive artistic communities through the tdv, the purple-prose-ish-yet-strikingly-earnest storytelling style, and being hopelessly in love with assad zaman. WOOT WOOT

i am not sure how many chapters this'll wind up being but A Lot Is Going To Happen, I Can Promise You That

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fic masterlist chapter i

Twenty Twenty-Three, Chicago, United States of America

“...That motherfucker.”

Instinctually, she did a double-take, despite knowing that what the page held wasn’t truly a surprise at all.

She’d been intrigued upon seeing the book in a shop window-something told her that this one was different from the thousands of fictions regarding her kind. That something had proven to be right when she glimpsed the familiar name of Louis de Pointe du Lac on the back cover’s summary; heart pounding in her ears with a somewhat delicious anticipation of decades-held secrets being blown open, she bought the book without another thought. Along with every other possibility, a teenage hope of seeing her name somewhere in this illegal chronicle thrummed in the back of her mind.

But, Isabelle realized, of course it would make sense that her maker would erase her from any history he told these days. The one that quite literally got away did not fit within the life that Armand was trying to fabricate for himself and his apparently-no-longer lover, and keeping up the lie that he had never thrown the Dark Gift upon anyone probably made him a more alluring character to whomever this Daniel Molloy was.

The author was witty, that was certain. She could practically hear the snark in every narrating line that wasn’t Louis’ pensive recollection, and she’d laughed to think of how those three personalities must have meshed and exploded throughout that interview.

She also knew that she needed to set a few things straight.

I’ve been wanting to go back to New York anyway.

~

Twenty Twenty-Three (One Week Later), New York City, United States of America

“Frankly, given the amount of telepathic ‘fuck-you’s from around the world I’ve had the pleasure of receiving, someone else wanting their story told was the last thing I expected.”

“Well, not all of us revere the Great Laws above all else.”

“Glad to hear it.”

They sat at an outdoor restaurant in Brooklyn, appearing to all the world like a pretentious, nighttime-sunglass-wearing, book-toting father and daughter. In truth, each was sizing up the other; trust was not a thing easily earned to the slightly jaded vampiress nor the world-weary journalist.

The former was beginning to wonder, though, at it seeming more possible with every second that she wasn’t the only supernatural one at the table.

She glanced at his nails, then back up to meet his eyes.

“You too?”

“Yeah.”

A beat.

“Armand?”

“Yeah.”

Another beat. This time, it was Daniel who spoke first.

“...You too?”

She almost laughed.

“Yeah.”

Apparently by habit, he lifted an incredulous hand as if to remove his glasses, then remembered himself and lowered it with a sigh.

“That motherfucker.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

“So that’s why you wanted to meet.”

“I have a lot to tell,” Isabelle said, “if you haven’t heard enough already about the toxic-theatre-kid subsection of vampirism.”

Daniel considered for a moment, then-

“You’re okay if my main intention with your story is to throw it back in his face?”

Despite herself, she nearly smiled.

“Absolutely.”

[star-girl69]

Miscellaneous Masterlist

-for standalone series or oneshots, small fandoms-

Percy Jackson and the Olympians (TV Show)

Clarisse La Rue-

all asks i’ve answered under #clarisse thoughts

***fics marked coming soon! are not coming soon lol

side character lore found: here!!

Incorrect Quotes (@ace-spades-1)

series:

“The Last Time” Saga

Part One - The Last Time

Part Two - Cowboy Like Me

Part Three - Tomorrow Never Came (coming soon!)

Part Four - Living Legend (coming soon!)

Part Five - Pretty When You Cry (coming soon!)

“Tolerate It” Trilogy (coming soon!)

Part One - Tolerate It

Part Two - You’re Losing Me

Part Three - Exile

“Perfect Family” Stories

Part One - Cherry Blossom

Part Two - Broken Spears and Bruised Shins

Part Three - Ivy Has an Affinity for Violence

Part Four - Ivy Has an Affinity for Violence Again

Part Five - Ivy and Clarisse: Dynamic Roblox Duo

Part Six - Danny is Adopted

Part Seven - Mother Y/N and Feral Attack Dog Ivy

oneshots:

In A Good Way

New Romantics

So It Goes…

I Can See You

Fade Into You

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby

Better Than Revenge

Music To Watch Girls To

Let Me Love You Like A Woman

Your Girl

Don’t Delete The Kisses

Let The Light In

Apocalypse

I Did Something Bad

Sad Girl

She Calls Me Baby

Because Of You

American Teenager

Brooklyn Baby (coming soon!)

brooklyn baby yaps

Groupie Love (coming soon!)

Haunted (coming soon!)

The Hills (coming soon!)

Black Beauty (coming soon!)

Shades of Cool (coming soon!) (title might change)

Put Me Back In It (coming soon!)

headcanons:

Love Song

I Hate Everyone But You

Friends to Lovers

Capture the Flag Injuries

Princess/AphroditeCabin!Reader

Daughter of Hypnos!Reader

Y/N in a Petty Argument

—-

Are You Afraid of the Dark? (TV Show)

Summer Dacosta-

series:

none yet!

oneshots:

Dark Paradise (coming soon!)

headcanons:

none yet!

—-

Ashoka (TV Show)

Shin Hati-

series:

Cruel World (incomplete + on hiatus)

oneshots:

none yet!

headcanons:

none yet!

—-

[tiredeyesight]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ masterlist ,,

celebrities

ꕥ ben barnes

ꕥ dominic fike

ꕥ florence pugh

ꕥ asap rocky

ꕥ billie eillish

- the award ceremony

ꕥ finn wolfhard

ꕥ andy samberg

ꕥ jacob elordi

ꕥ zendaya

ꕥ timothee chalamet

ꕥ aaron taylor johnson

- fake lovers

ꕥ anya taylor joy

ꕥ emma watson

ꕥ beabadoobee

ꕥ alex turner

f1 ﾉ athletes

ꕥ oscar piastri

ꕥ carlos sainz

- in the club

ꕥ lewis hamilton

ꕥ jenson button

ꕥ liam lawson

ꕥ charles leclerc

ꕥ daniel riccardo

ꕥ michal mrazik

ꕥ mary fowler

ꕥ sam kerr

ꕥ hayley raso

fast n furious

ꕥ brian o’connor

ꕥ mia torreto

ꕥ letty ortiz

- night car drives

ꕥ han lue

ꕥ suki

percy jackson

ꕥ percy jackson

ꕥ annabeth chase

ꕥ grover underwood

ꕥ luke castellan

- us as parents?

ꕥ clarisse la rue

marauders ﾉ golden trio era

ꕥ james potter

ꕥ remus lupin

ꕥ sirius black

ꕥ lily evans

ꕥ marlene mckinnon

- on the field

ꕥ barty crouch junior

ꕥ regulus black

ꕥ evan rosier

ꕥ harry potter

ꕥ hermione granger

ꕥ luna lovegood

ꕥ theodore nott

ꕥ mattheo riddle

- in your mind

ꕥ blaise zabini

ꕥ pansy parkinson

marvel

ꕥ yelena belova

- gentle cool down

ꕥ wanda maximoff

ꕥ natasha romanoff

ꕥ peter parker ( andrew garfield )

ꕥ pietro maximoff ( aaron taylor johnson)

ꕥ matt murdock

ꕥ billy russo

the 100

ꕥ octavia blake

ꕥ bellamy blake

ꕥ lexa

- facade

ꕥ john murphy

ꕥ raven reyes

assorted

ꕥ prince caspian ( narnia )

ꕥ jake peralta ( brooklyn nine-nine )

- coffee order

ꕥ rachel green ( friends )

ꕥ hiccup haddock ( httyd )

ꕥ astrid ( httyd )

ꕥ fiona gallagher ( shameless )

ꕥ silco ( arcane )

ꕥ jinx ( arcane )

ꕥ vi ( arcane )

ꕥ viktor ( arcane )

ꕥ legolas ( lord of the rings )

ꕥ paris ( troy)

ꕥ sarah cameron ( obx )

ꕥ will turner ( pirates of the caribbean )

ꕥ mal ( descendants)

ꕥ felix catton ( saltburn )

ꕥ farleigh start ( saltburn )

ꕥ cleo anderson ( obx )

ꕥ rafe cameron ( obx )

ꕥ kiara carrera ( obx )

ꕥ alina starkov ( shadow and bone )

- divine sleep

ꕥ general kirigan ( shadow and bone )

ꕥ trevor spengler ( ghostbusters : after life )

ꕥ mike wheeler ( stranger things )

- stay

authors note : please feel free to request different characters, i do want to expand so this is just the basic list !

[granddaughterofdemeter]

Granddaughter of Demeter

Im Tali, uh I like writing and love it if people send me requests ❤️

she/her, daughter of persephone according to buzzfeed like 6 years ago.

Here i'll tell you whether the requests are open or not ->->->

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

You can request anything if you want me to write something.

the fandoms I write for are:

Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Heroes of Olympus

Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard [when I'm done reading at least the first book]

The Hunger Games [ finnick is so fine]

The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

The Maze Runner [same w/ MC, I'll get there tho]

The Invisible Life of Addie La Rue [LUC IS SO HOT UGHH]

Brooklyn nine-nine

Red Queen series

The Secret History [i'm only on pg 350 tho]

Outer Banks [im on S2 js so yk]

Characters that I write for are:

PJO:

[romantic when they are over 18]

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Grover Underwood

Leo Valdez

Luke Castellan

Clarisse La Rue

Nico Di Angelo

Will Solace

Jason Grace

Piper Mclean

Frank Zhang

Hazel Levesque

Reyna Avila Ramirez Arellano

Rachel Elizabeth Dare

+ the Gods

MCGOA:

soon

THG:

Finnick Odair

Gale Hawthorne

Peeta Mellark

Katniss Everdeen

Johanna Mason

Haymitch Abernathy

Effie Trinket

Tigris Snow

THG-TBOSAS:

Coriolanus Snow

Lucy Gray Baird

Sejanus Plinth

Clemensia Dovecote

Tigris Snow

Livia Cardew

Treech

Maude Ivory [platonic]

Festus Creed

Reaper Ash

Dill [platonic]

Wovey [platonic]

TMR:

soon

B99:

Jake Peralta

Amy Santiago

Rosa Diaz

Charles Boyle

Gina Linetti

Terry Jeffords [platonic]

Adrian Pimento

Raymond Holt [platonic]

Kevin Cozner + Cheddar [platonic]

Doug Judy

Hitchcock + Scully [they were so fine when they were younger 🥲] [older/tv show age is platonic]

Red Queen:

Maven Calore

Mare Barrow

Shade Barrow

Gisa Barrow

Kilorn Warden

Evangeline Samos

Ptolemy Samos

Cal Calore

The Secret History:

Richard Papen

Henry Winters

Camilla Macaulay

Charles Macaulay

Francis Abernathy

Bunny Corcoran

OBX:

Rafe Cameron

JJ Maybank

John B. Routledge

Pope Hayward

Topper Thornton

Kelce

Kiara Carrera

Sarah Cameron

NO SMUT [implied is ok]

angst is appreciated

step siblings are iffy

no non con or abuse

no domestic violence

I love AUs

i can do female, male, and/or gender neutral reader [any gender basically]

no major age gap [like more than 10 yrs]

no age gap more than 4 years when they are under 18

Banners are made by ->->->->->-> @cafekitsune

Leaves banner ->->->->->-> @saradika

[ssa-neeks-prentiss]

Who I write for :

Criminal Minds

- Emily Prentiss

- Aaron Hotchner

- Spencer Reid

- Jennifer Jareau

- Alex Blake

- Elle Greenaway

- Derek Morgan

- Penelope Garcia

- David Rossi

- Jason Gideon

- Kate Callahan

- Ashley Seaver

Marvel

- Natasha Romanoff

- Yelena Belova(Platonic only)

- Kate Bishop

- Wanda Maximoff

- Carol Danvers

- Tony Stark

Brooklyn 99

- Rosa Diaz

- Amy Santiago

- Gina Linetti

Percy Jackson

- Annabeth Chase

- Hazel Levesque

- Piper McLean (Female reader only)

- Nico Di Angelo (Male reader only)

- Percy Jackson

- Frank Zhang

- Leo Valdez

- Jason Grace

- Reyna Ramirez-Arellano (Platonic Only)

- Will Solace

- Thalia Grace (Platonic only)

- Clarisse La Rue

AGGGTM

- Pippa Fitz-Amobi

- Ravi Singh

- Cara Ward

- Naomi Ward

Wednesday

- Wednesday Addams x reader

- Enid Sinclair x reader

Please request something! Anything really :)

[avengergreekbitch]

Name: Aurora 'Rory' Joyce Byers-Rogers-Barton 

Age: Unknown Chronologically and Physically 

Gender: Female 

Sexaulity: Bisexual 

Pronouns: She/They

Birthday: 21th of March 1997 

Nicknames: 

FlameHawk (Superhero)

Aurora Rogers-Barton (Most Commonly Known As)

Aurora Rogers 

Aurora Barton

Rory (Preferred Name)

Ro 

Arie 

Aura 

Katniss Everdeen 

Sunshine 

Sunny Junior (Mainly by Bucky)

Love,Darling,Sweetheart,Dear,Princess,Cutie,Sleeping Beauty (by Mindy)

The Fighter (by Mike,Lucas,Dustin,El,Will B and Max) 

Nothing (by Troy Walsh,James Dante and their Friends + The Hawkins High School Basketball Team) 

Daddy's Little Girl,Apollo's Songbird,Apollo's Little Brat (by Commodus)

Princess (by Mysterio,Commodus,Caligula and afew others) 

Godly Parent: Apollo 

Legacy of: Poseidon,Bellona,Hestia and Jupiter

Fatal Flaw: Loyalty 

Years at Camp: Same as Annabeth 

Greek or Roman: Technically Both but Mainly Greek 

Camp:  Both but Mainly Camp Half-Blood 

Cohort: Fifth Cohort 

Species: Demigod and Super Soldier Hybrid

Ethnicity: Half-American and Half-Greek

Nationally: Half-American and Half-Greek,Roman

Birthplace: Hawkins,Indiana (Currently Live in Brooklyn,New York,USA) 

Personality: 

Confident,Brave,Charming,Funny,Independent,Compassionate,Mischievous,Sarcastic,Outgoing,Sassy,Creative,Ambitious,Determined,Feminist,Stubborn,Kind,Loyal,Dangerous,Witty,Can Be Violence when She needs to be,Smart,Rebellious,Adventureous,Witty,Sensitive,Dirty Minded,Flirtatious,Tease,Mysterious,Unpredictable,Charismatic,Reckless,Badass,Fierce,Feisty,Bold,Dramatic,Rude anyone who mean to Her Friends or Family 

Positive Traits: Loyal,Confident,Brave,Funny,Outgoing,Creative,Kind,Witty and Smart 

Affiliations: The Scopps Troops,Hellfire Club (Stranger Things),The  Party,The Seven (Making Them The 8),The Core Four (Making Them The Five),The Avengers,X-Men,Thunderbolts (Clint's Version),West Coast Avengers

and The Vent Crew.

Family:  

Apollo (Father)

Joyce Byers (Nee Rogers) (Mother)

Jonathan Byers (Older Brother)

Will Byers (Twin Brother) 

Lonnie Byers (Step-Father #1)

Jim Hopper (Step-Father #2)

Eleven Hopper (Foster Sister/Step Sister) 

Clint Barton (Adopted Father)

Asclepius, Halcyon Green, Lee Fletcher, Michael Yew, William Solace, Austin Lake, Jerry,Austin Swift,David Kushner,Pete Davidson,Jake Antonoff,Timothée Chalamet (Half-Brothers)

Eurydice, Melite, Victoria, Kayla Knowles,Gracie,Taylor Swift,Lana Del Rey,Selena Gomez,Yan,Georgina,Rachel Zegler,Sabrina Carpenter,Jennifer Lawrence,Freya Stark and Kiara Lantsov (Half-Sisters)

Steve Rogers (Maternal Uncle) 

Joseph Rogers (Maternal Grandfather) ✝️

Sarah Rogers (Maternal Grandmother) ✝️

Artemis (Paternal Aunt)

Leto (Paternal Grandmother)

Zeus (Paternal Grandfather)

Love Interest: Mindy Meeks-Martin 

Friends: Mindy Meeks-Martin,Chad Meeks-Martin,Dahila Romanova @thebetterromanova,Nadia Van Dyne,Mike Wheeler,Lucas Sinclair,Dustin Henderson,Eleven,Max Mayfield,Jean Grey,Scott Summers,Ororo Munroe,Taylor Xavier, Hank McCoy,Logan Howlett,Bobby Drake,Marie D'Ancanto,Laura Kinney,Druig,Sersi,Sprite,Kingo,Makkari,Thena,Phastos,Travis Stoll,Jason Grace,Leo Valdez,Piper McLean,Percy Jackson,Hazel Levesque,Frank Zhang,Annabeth Chase,Peter Quill,Wes Hicks,Sam Carpenter,Tara Carpenter,Sam Wilson,Peter Parker,Nico Di Angelo,Kate Bishop,Connor Stoll,Kirby Reed,Liv McKenzie,Kayla Knowless,Will Solace,Austin Lake,Michael Yew,Lee Fletcher,Thalia Grace,Charles Beckendrof,Silena Beauregard,Clint Barton,Mangus Chase,Sadie Kane,Carter Kane,Grover Underwood,Tony Stark,Eddie Munson,Gareth Emerson,Jeff,Steve Harrington,Robin Buckley,Nancy Wheeler,Thor,Hulk/Bruce Banner,Scott Lang,Erica Sinclair,Suzie Bingham,Clarisse La Rue,Ned Leeds,MJ Jones-Watson,Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano,Valkyrie,Calypso,Cassie Lang,Hank Pym,Wanda Maximoff,Pietro Maximoff,Anika Kayoko,Danny Brackett, Amber Freeman (Eventually Enmeies),Ethan Landry (Eventually Enmeies),Quinn Bailey (Eventually Enmeies) and Your Oc?

Parental Figures: 

Steve Rogers 

Jim Hopper 

Murray Baunman 

Clint Barton 

Dewey Riley 

Bucky Barnes

 Natalia Romanova

Janet Van Dyne 

Hank Pym 

Enemies: Luke Castellan (Formally Best Friends) ,Zemo,Hydra,Titans,Monsters,Gaia,Giants,Octavian,Ultron,Chitauri Army,Quentin Beck/Mysterio,Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto,John Allerdyce/Pyro,Josephine Allerdyce/Firehawk,Zemo,Ikaris,Cassandra Nova,Amora/Enchantress,Ava Starr/Ghost,Agatha Harkness,Kang The Conqueror,Nero,Commodus,Caligula,Geta,Caracalla,Lityerses,The Triumvirate Tarquin,Amber Freeman,Ethan Landry,Quinn Bailey,Richie Kirsch,Wayne Bailey,Vecna,Creatures from the upside-down,Loki,Flag Smashers,John Walker,Alexander Pierce,Troy Walsh,James Dante,Jason Carver,Andy,Chance,Other Basketball Team Members expect Lucus and Billy Hargrove. (Probably More)

Weapons: Bow and Arrow,Sword,Dagger,Firelighter,A Gun,Nailed Bat,Fireworks,Switch Blades,Blow Gun a and Kneives Hobbies:D&D,Riding My Bike,Listening Music,Archery,Playing Guitar (Acoustic and Electric) and Ukulele),Watching Moives and TV Shows,Reading,Painting,Drawing and Hanging Out

Languages: English,French,Russian,Greek,Latin,Pig Latin,ASL,Wakandan,Spanish,Turkish,Sovakian,German,Swedish,Arabic,Danish,Icelandic,Hawaiian and Italian

Illnesses: Depression  

Disorders: Anxiety,ADHD and PTSD   

Disabilities: Dyslexia and Dyspraxia

Issues: Trust Issues and Abandonment Issues 

Powers: 

Vitakinesis - is the ability to control and manipulate the healing process.

Injury Sense- Can see the damage the Injury others are in. 

Audiokinesis - is the ability to control the sound waves and music. 

Ultrasonic Whistle - can make a painful ultrasonic whistle that can temporarily stun my opponents, making them clutch their ears in confusion.

Sunburn Immunity - Can't get a sunburn.

Couplets Curse - curse others to only speak in rhyming couplets that can take days or even weeks to wear off. 

Photokinesis- is the mental and/or physical ability to control light. To a greater extent, one could become invisible, concentrate light particles into lasers, and manipulate any part of the light spectrum (ultraviolet, infrared, etc.).

Power Channeling - Can Channel My Power into a object or another demigod by humming even without physical contact. 

Light Rays - Ability generate rays of sunlight.

Seasons Alteration - is the ability to control one or all of the seasons.

Nosokinesis - is the ability to create and control diseases.

Musical Aptitude - is having a natural skill for music.

 Injury Manipulation - Can Transfer Injury's to Others or Monsters.

Understanding Prophecy's - Can Easily decipher and translate the oracles prophecy. 

 Pyrokinesis - is ability to control Fire.

Truth Sense - knows when people are telling the truth or lying. 

Music Manipulation - type of hypnotism or persuasion in which it allows the speaker to convince someone else to do or get whatever they want though Songs/Music. 

Light Travel - to travel to any desired place on Earth although it makes the user extremely fatigued.

Blood Bending - Can bend other’s bloods 

The Curse of Achilles- is a power and a curse that a person can acquire when they bathe in the River Styx.

Legacy Abilities: 

Shapeshifting - is the magical ability that one has to change their age, size, sex, species, facial features and so on. 

Telumkinesis - is the ability to manipulate weaponry

Fire Immunity - immune to any amount of fire and heat. 

Electrokinesis is the ability to mentally and/or physically manipulate and control electric currents and static electricity.

Theme Song: Who's Afraid Of Little Old Me by Taylor Swift 

Other: A Huge Swiftie. Co-Head Councillor of Cabin 7 with Lee Fletcher or Michael Yew or Will Solace (Depends On The Timeline) Acts Emotionless Sometimes. An Anti-Hero with A Dark Side. She is One of The Praetors of the Twelfth Legion with Frank Zhang and Reyna Ramírez-Arellano (There's 3 in Roleplay) (Depends On Timeline) Her Achilles Heel is the small of Her back Her and Percy are The Two Most Powerful and Dangerous Demigods. She share past with Annabeth,Grover,Thalia and Luke . She is on Team Cap in Civil War. She loves riding her motorbike. She got the Scar recently during a fight with Magneto.

[camloveswriting]

✸ WHO I WRITE FOR !

( requests are OPEN )

note: if there’s someone who isn’t mentioned that u want me to write about, send an ask and i’ll see if i can do it!

ARROW: oliver queen, laurel lance, sara lance, felicity smoak, john diggle, thea queen, roy harper, dinah drake, rene ramirez, curtis holt, etc

PERCY JACKSON: percy jackson, annabeth chase, grover underwood, silena beauregard, clarisse la rue, luke castellan, charles beckendorf, nico di angelo (platonic only), bianca di angelo, zoe, calypso, leo valdez, jason grace, frank zhang, hazel levesque, piper mclean, ethan nakamura, rachel elizabeth dare, thalia grace, travis stoll, connor stoll, will solace, any of the gods, etc

MCU: tony stark, steve rogers, thor, bruce banner, natasha romanoff, clint barton, wanda maximoff (platonic only), bucky barnes, sam wilson, peter parker, peter quill, gamora, daredevil, wade wilson, t'challa, scott lang, hope van dyne, stephen strange, pietro maximoff (platonic only), agatha harkness, kamala khan, carol danvers, yelena belova (platonic only), etc

HARRY POTTER: harry potter, hermione granger, ron weasley, draco malfoy, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, cedric diggory, cho chang, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, peter pettigrew, marlene mckinnon, lily evans, dorcas meadows, etc

HUNGER GAMES: katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, finnick odair, haymitch abernathy, effie trinket, primrose everdeen (platonic only), rue (platonic only), clove, cato, johanna mason, annie cresta, lucy gray baird, corniolanus snow (young only), etc

FLASH: barry allen, caitlin snow, cisco ramon, harrison wells, iris west, etc

SUPERGIRL: kara danvers, etc

STRANGER THINGS: steve harrington, nancy wheeler, eleven (platonic only), will byers, jonathan byers, dustin henderson, lucas sinclair, max mayfield, robin buckley, mike wheeler, jim hopper, joyce byers, etc

OTHER: the cruel prince, red queen, a good girls guide to murder, legend of korra, avatar the last airbender, henry danger, the thundermans, lab rats, brooklyn 99, friends, she-ra, the naturals, the inheritance games, etc

[kwebtv]

Character Actor

Steve Brodie (born John Daugherty Stephens; November 21, 1919 – January 9, 1992)  Stage, film, and television actor from El Dorado in Butler County in south central Kansas. He reportedly adopted his screen name in memory of Steve Brodie, a daredevil who claimed to have jumped from the Brooklyn Bridge in 1886 and survived.

Brodie appeared in 79 feature films during his career (1944-1988), plus a profusion of appearances on episodic TV. He worked at various studios, including MGM, RKO and Republic Pictures, appearing mostly in westerns and B-movies.

Beginning in the mid 1950s, he appeared mostly on television, with guest-starring roles in such series as Stories of the Century (as the outlaw Harry Tracy), Crossroads, Sugarfoot, Colt .45, Cheyenne (TV Series), Stagecoach West, Richard Diamond, Private Detective, The Public Defender, Alfred Hitchcock Presents, The Alaskans, Pony Express, The Brothers Brannagan, Going My Way, The Asphalt Jungle, Wanted: Dead or Alive, and The Dakotas. Brodie made three guest appearances on Perry Mason.He portrayed murderer Ben Wallace in the 1959 episode 'The Case of the Garrulous Gambler', Eddie Lewis in the 1962 episode 'The Case of the Angry Astronaut' and Quinn Torrey in the 1964 episode 'The Case of the Witless Witness'.

Brodie and Lash La Rue appeared nine and five times, respectively, as Sheriff Johnny Behan of Cochise County, Arizona, an historical person, in the ABC western series, The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp, starring Hugh O'Brian as Wyatt Earp.  (Wikipedia)

[nnjzz]

ETERNITIES + earthworm + AUGUSTÉ VICKUNAITÉ + SIMONAS NEKROŠIUS + ALANAS GURINAS

MARDI LE 05.03

ETERNITIES us earthworm  us AUGUSTÉ VICKUNAITÉ lt SIMONAS NEKROŠIUS lt ALANAS GURINAS lt

TREIZE 24 rue Moret 75011 M° Couronnes / Ménilmontant

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ETERNITIES us utah nyc " deep presence, resonant feedback, melodic drone, and overtone magic, in the fluid realm between intention and indeterminacy. We use harmonic tones from wind instruments played within feedback systems to create deep spectral drone. "

Duo composé de Katie Porter ( clarinette basse ) et Bob Bellerue  ( electronics, feedback ).

Musicienne spécialisée surtout dans la musique expérimentale / contemporaine ( interprétant p. ex. les musiques de John Luther Adams, Jason Ajemian, Mike Kelley, Michael Pisaro, Larry Polansky, Stephanie Richards, Morris Rosenzweig, Arthur Russell, James Tenney, Maayan Tsadka, Christian Wolff, entre autres ) mais pas que  ( "   She exists mainly in the experimental realm, but can sometimes be found elsewhere. " ) , Katie Porter est aussi curatrice, passionnée par la création de communautés musicales - elle a cofondé p.ex. Listen/Space (Brooklyn) et est commissaire des Listen/Space Commissions, responsables de 46 nouvelles œuvres pour groupes de chambre mixtes.

Elle co-dirige également le Symposium biennal VU pour la musique expérimentale, improvisée et électronique (Park City, Utah) et travaille sur un projet de longue haleine ( jeu de mots intentionnel ) pour clarinette solo dans l'installation Sun Tunnels ( 1976 ) - en cours de restauration -  de  la land-artiste, Nancy Holt, dans l'Utah.

Plusieurs projets dont le duo RED DESERT ENSEMBLE (   “a finely poised musical partnership”- THE WIRE,  ) avec le percussionniste/compositeur Devin Maxwell, qui a publié un album  sur le label de feu Phil Niblock, XI.

Bob Bellerue est artiste sonore / noisician, ingé-son, technicien et entre autres choses, curateur, entre autres, et notamment LE responsable principal de l'immensissime festival de musiques oufissimo-interlopissimes, ENDE TYMES. 

Sa pratique sonore tourne souvent autour des systèmes de rétroaction résonnante, utilisant des instruments, des objets, des enregistrements et des espaces amplifiés, en combinaison avec des composants électroniques et des logiciels écrits dans le langage de programmation de synthèse audio Supercollider.

Au cours des 30 dernières années, il a été impliqué dans la création et la présentation d'un large éventail d'activités sonores – entre noise, art sonore, musique expérimentale, percussions junk metal, gamelan balinais, bandes son pour la danse/théâtre/vidéo/art de la performance et  installations vidéo / son. 

Il a publié moult enregistrements, notamment chez Elevator Bath Records, iDeal Recordings, Banned Productions, Fabrica, P-Tapes, RRR Records, Love Earth Music, Prison Tatt Records, Los Discos Enfantasmes, Zelphabet, Peyote Tapes, No Rent Records ou sur ses propres labels, Anarchymoon Recordings and Sleepy Hollow Editions. 

earthworm us uk Nouveau duo / projet collaboratif composé de Christi Denton, artiste sonore et compositrice polyvalente originaire des États-Unis et de France, et de Margaret Fiedler McGinnis ( US / UK ), auteur-compositeur et multi-instrumentiste connue pour son travail avec au mitan des années 90s MOONSHAKE et LAIKA ensuite, et plus récemment avec  PJ Harvey & Wire ( excusez de peu).

 Dans une pièce spécialement composée pour Le Non_Jazz aux Nautes, elles s'aventureront dans le domaine de l'improvisation structurée. Conçu pour faire écho aux pousses vertes tendres de la saison, SPRINGS promet une expérience sonore immersive. Denton et Fiedler McGinnis créent une partition graphique unique pour l'électronique réactive, la guitare et d'autres éléments qui n'ont pas encore été révélés. Cette approche innovante s’entremêle avec les battements de cœur des musiciens et d’autres rythmes organiques, créant une interaction dynamique entre les interprètes et l’esprit éveillé de la saison.  https://www.christidenton.com/

AUGUSTÉ VICKUNAITÉ lt   Performeuse / collagiste sonore, avec une formation en sciences physiques ( ! ). Elle utilise principalement des magnétophones à bandes pour jouer, enregistrer et créer des compositions instantanées à base de d'enregistrements de terrain divers, dysfonctionnements de la technologie vintage ou encore des sons d'instruments enregistrés dans des environnements naturels.

Sa performance contiendra des boucles de bandes audio et des collages effectués à partir de de bandes trouvées.

SIMONAS NEKROŠIUS lt Artiste interdisciplinaire de Vilnius, spécialisé dans l'art sonore et la construction d'instruments électro-acoustiques et d'objets sonores faits maison.

Son travail est souvent associé aux notions de « ready-made » et de « DIY ». Il perçoit la créativité et les objets d'art comme un processus, réduisant ainsi l'importance des résultats finalisés dans ses projets. En conséquence, son travail a tendance à être indéterminé et transformateur au fil du temps.

https://www.youtube.com/@SimonasNekrosius 

ALANAS GURINAS lt Jeune artiste interdisciplinaire, adepte des performances sonores et des installations audiovisuelles.

Dans sa démarche, il explore le son en tant que phénomène textural, les thèmes de l'éphémère et les relations entre divers objets et espaces audibles et inaudibles.

A slightly light tone  ( Strained paper sheets, weights, vibro motors, various sound objects ) 

est une performance sonore acoustique live qui utilise le papier comme matériau principal pour produire du son. Différents types de papiers sont placés entre deux pinces en bois et, à l'aide de poids, sont tendus jusqu'à ce qu'ils trouvent leur état de résonance. En conséquence, différents tons, drones et textures générés par du papier en suspension sont produits. (La durée de la représentation est de +- 30 minutes)  

Fly - Jo L'Indien

[incorrect-riordanverse-quotes]

Chris: Hey, just wanted to make sure you're okay, 'cause you're sharpening that knife very intensely. Clarisse: Makes me feel better.

[sillylittlespam]

ISN’T IT DELICATE?

if you’re new to this series, please check out the master list, as it has the summary + previous chapters!

Delicate Masterlist

Chapter Two : The Vulture

riordanverse characters x brooklyn 99 au!

detective!percy jackson x detective!y/n

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“Jackson, where are we on the Lincoln Place murder?” Jason Grace asked as he read from his file.

“Well, like I told Captain Ramírez-Arellano earlier this week,” Percy spoke from his seat in the briefing room, “We are at the one-yard line! It’s a football reference.”

“Yes, Percy. I played linebacker in college,” Jason was unamused, similar to the rest of the room.

“In high school I was the football team’s waterboy,” Leo Valdez announced with far too much confidence.

“You really wanna be bragging about that?” Percy asked, a smile on his face that was not entirely mocking.

“Jackson, you want to loop everyone in?” Their captain asked from her corner of the room. Her arms were crossed, and her face was…unreadable.

At the seriousness in her voice, Percy let out a small sigh as he stood and made his way to the front, “Get ready for some stuff on a screen.”

As he passed (y/n)’s seat, he ruffled her hair, not enough to actually mess it up, but enough to annoy her. The glare he received from her let him know he did his job.

“Meet Chad Brunner,” Percy’s tone held false enthusiasm as he clicked through the slideshow, “Prominent citizen, lawyer, corpse. Now meet his wife, Leslie Dodds. She did not take his last name, but I believe she did take his life.”

His weatherman-esque tone earned him a few smiles from his audience.

“Nice,” Grover and Annabeth said in unison.

“Thank you, friends,” Percy pointed at them, the slightest smirk on his face, “Now, Dodds had means, motive, and opportunity.”

“So why’s the case still ongoing?” (y/n) asked, her arms crossed as she leaned back in her chair.

“Because, impatient co-worker,” Percy turned to speak directly to her, “I just need to find the murder weapon.”

“Yes, let’s save questions until the end,” Reyna announced. Percy shot (y/n) a victorious smirk which normally would’ve made her scowl, but this time all she could think about was how Percy’s green shirt really made his eyes stand out.

“For some reason, the D.A. won’t move forward with the arrest until we find the knife she used,” Percy said, addressing the whole room.

“Is that reason that they want to win the case?” One could almost detect a hint of humor in Reyna’s voice.

“Yes, and please save all questions until the end,” Percy went silent for a few moments after the words left his mouth, “Okay, I’m done.”

“Well, find the murder weapon,” Reyna ordered, “The family’s close to the mayor, and I’m starting to catch heat from the higher-ups. Jackson, I’m going to ask you again. Do you need any resources or personnel?”

“No, ma’am, I’ve got it,” Percy insisted.

“Okay,” Reyna said, “Dismissed. Sergeants, a word?”

The majority of the precinct return to their desks, with the exception of a few.

“Okay, how can we help?” (y/n) asked, crossing her arms as she, Annabeth, Piper, and Clarisse approached Percy’s desk.

“What do you need, Perce?” Annabeth asked.

“I need nothing,” Percy didn’t look up from his case file as he spoke, “I’m about to solve this case, meet the mayor, and sell my life rights to Logan Lerman  so he can play my less attractive brother in the ensuing film,” he finally looked up, placing the file on his desk.

“C’mon, Jackson, Captain said to use the whole team,” Piper reminded him, picking up the case file to skim it.

“We all want this solved,” Percy was surprised Clarisse was on their side for this.

“I appreciate the offer,” Percy said, snatching the file back from Piper, “But I work alone.”

“Will you just let us help, Seaweed Brain?” Annabeth snapped, starting to get annoyed.

Percy fell silent as Annabeth stared him down. After a considerable amount of awkward silence, the green eyed man smiled. It was a smile that let everyone around him know that whatever he was about to say was not going to be helpful.

“Okay, fine,” his decided, his smirk widening, “I will let two of you help me. Grover and…. (y/n)!”

“Yeah!” Grover celebrated from his desk.

“What?” (y/n), however, was confused. She watched Percy’s expression as if she were expecting some sort of punchline.

“I’m choosing these two because Grover is the least likely to steal my thunder, and I want (y/n) to be there when I solve the case so I can rub it in her face!” Percy tilted his head, thoughtfully, “I didn’t mean for that to rhyme but I feel like it gets my point across.”

While (y/n) stared at him with her eyes narrowed, the three other girls shared a look behind her. Percy noticed this and sat up straighter in his chair, his grin faltering. His eyes flickered between the three girls, and he seemed almost nervous, “What?”

(y/n), in turn, turned around to cast her own confused look. Meanwhile, Clarisse, Annabeth, and Piper gave their own forms of shrugging the two off.

“Nothing.”

“Not a thing.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Any trace of humor disappeared from (y/n)’s face as she examined the girls behind her, and after a moment of awkward silence she muttered, “I’ll get the car.”

After an afternoon wasted on interviewing those who resided in the victim’s apartment building, Percy, (y/n), and Grover retreated back to the police car. It wasn’t until Percy was behind the wheel and the car was on the road that his cell phone began ringing.

“Oh, shit,” he muttered, his eyes quickly glancing down to where it rested in the cupholder, “(y/n), can you get that?”

Instead of answering, (y/n), who sat in the passenger seat, picked up the phone and pressed the accept button before bringing it to her ear.

“Hello?” she did her best to keep her voice somewhat pleasant.

“Seaw- (y/n)? Why do you have Percy’s phone?” The voice of Annabeth Chase filled her ear.

“He’s driving. I can put you on speaker.”

“Thank you!”

Once the phone was on speakerphone, Annabeth continued talking.

“So, I looked at the photos of your victim that you left out on your disgustingly disorganized desk-“

“First of all, stop snooping,” Percy cut her off, a frown on his face as he kept his attention on the road, “Second of all, don’t be mean, I’m-“

“-organized in your own way, yeah, whatever,” (y/n) smiled at the attitude that was prevalent in Annabeth’s voice.

“Don’t encourage her,” Percy turned to (y/n) with a sort of over-exaggerated hurt expression.

“Let her finish, and keep your eyes on the road,” she snapped, only somewhat seriously, “Keep going, Chase.”

“Thank you, my beautiful (y/n). Anyway, the puncture wounds are similar to a case Piper and I had a while back. They aren’t from a knife. We think it’s something spiral, like a corkscrew.”

The car fell silent for a moment, the sound of the engine filling the quiet.

“Shit,” Grover muttered from the backseat, reminding the others of his presence, “A knife of bad enough, but imagine you get stabbed with a corkscrew.”

(y/n) couldn’t help but agree.

“Thank you, Wise Girl, that was actually very helpful,” Percy was thinking too hard to include any sass in his tone, “We’re on our way back to the precinct right now, we should be there in less than ten.”

“If we make it,” (y/n) muttered, earning a loud laugh from the woman on the phone.

“I am not a bad driver!” Percy insisted, his head whipping around to glare at the woman before remembering where his attention was supposed to be.

“Uh oh, guys,” Annabeth’s voice had a tone of seriousness that made them fall silent, “Make sure not to crash, but get back here soon.”

When the detectives finally arrived back at the police station, Percy made a beeline to Annabeth, who in turn directed their attention to Percy’s desk. A man sat in Percy’s chair, with his boots propped up on the mess on the desk, and a hand ran lazily through his blond hair.

“Oh, hello, Jackson,” Octavian Alexander geeeted the green eyed man.

Percy let out a groan, “No, no, no.”

“I don’t know why you’re so upset, man,” Octavian said as Percy practically stomped his way across the precinct to the captain’s office, “I’m the one who had to come to this backwater stink hole.”

Grover and (y/n) trailed behind him, one of them more eagerly so.

“What’s up, little man?” Octavian gave Grover a bro nod, who ignored it.

As (y/n) walked by him, she kept her eyes ahead, taking care not to even glance at the blond demon man.

“Hey, (y/n)!” Octavian called, “How ‘bout you finally ditch these losers and go out to dinner with me?”

(y/n) stopped at Reyna’s door, and turned around to finally face the Vulture. She opened her mouth to shoot back a really good insult, but before she could, she felt a strong hand wrap around her forearm and yank pull her inside. Once Percy Jackson had closed the office door and shut the blinds on the window, he pulled led (y/n) over to where Grover stood in front of Reyna Ramírez-Arellano’s desk.

“Captain, please, please, pretty please do not let him take over my case,” Percy practically begged to the stone cold woman in front of him, seemingly unaware that his hand remained wrapped around (y/n)’s arm.

“Major Crimes is stepping in. Nothing I can do,” Reyna shrugged, “You’re off the case. All of you.”

“I can’t believe you’re just rolling over and giving my murder away to the Vulture!” (y/n) winced as Percy’s grip on her tightened with his words.

“We call him the Vulture because he swoops in and solves cases that are almost solved and takes the credit for himself,” Grover explained both to Reyna and (y/n).

“Yes, Grover, I’ve met him before and I’m sure the Captain was able to figure that out,” (y/n) said, finally pulling her arm out of Percy’s grasp.

“You are correct,” Reyna nodded at (y/n)’s words before continuing, “First of all, Major Crimes has jurisdiction over any and all cases they want to take. But more importantly,” she took a moment to point her pen at Percy, “You’re the one who insisted on working alone. I told you for weeks to use the squad, and you refused.”

“I used them,” Percy insisted, yet his tone was much weaker, “Annabeth and Piper are the ones who figured out the corkscrew, (y/n) helped navigate us to the apartment, and Grover beat my high score in Block Blast!”

“Congratulations, Detective Underwood,” Reyna’s tone had the faintest trace of sarcasm before she turned back to Percy, “You should’ve involved them sooner. Turn over your files to Detective Alexander.”

“Ma’am, can you call him the Vulture?” Grover asked, “Giving him a name makes him human.”

“Turn over the files,” Reyna repeated, adding a pause between every word to emphasize her seriousness.

“Fine,” Percy sighed. Grover left the room, followed by Percy and-

“Detective (l/n),” the sound of Reyna’s voice caused the two other detectives to stop in their tracks, “We need to have a talk.”

“About what?” asked the detective that definitely was not (y/n). Percy’s face was filled with confusion and worry.

“Detective (l/n) is going to find out,” Reyna said, her dark eyes staring holes into Percy’s green ones, “Now, unless you’ve recently filed for a name change, Detective Jackson, please close the door on your way out.”

“She’s not in trouble, is she?” Percy looked more serious than (y/n) had ever seen him, his eyes flickering between her and the Captain. A wave of confusion passed over her. Why did he care so much?

“Jackson,” Reyna’s tone was dead serious. This was his last warning.

“Yeah, yeah, close the door. I got you,” his eyes never left (y/n)’s until the dark wood of the door replaced her sight of them.

Finally alone with the captain, (y/n) let out a long exhale to help settle her nerves, “What do we need to talk about, Captain?”

As Percy packed up the various paperwork and evidence that belonged to his stolen case, his mind remained in that closed office. He had shut the blinds when they first went in, and they remained closed. There goes his chance of having Nico lip read the captain’s conversation.

Stupid Percy and his stupid need for privacy.

He hadn’t the faintest clue of what could be going on in there, and from the looks of it, (y/n) didn’t either. He hoped that she would tell him what happened when she finally got out.

“You know, before I solve this case,” the aggravating voice of Octavian Alexander, otherwise known as the Vulture, interrupted Percy’s worrying, “I’d like to thank you for doing all the super-easy work. You know, the real Nancy Drew level stuff.”

“Oh yeah? Did Nancy Drew solve a lot of murders?” Percy asked, only allowing the Vulture half of his attention as his eyes remained in the closed windows.

“Yeah, she did!” Grover exclaimed. Percy loved his best friend, but he had to admit that he paid no attention whatsoever to the little ramble he went on following those words.

“Hey!” the Vulture raised his voice as he noticed that he was losing the attention of those he was trying to instigate, “Should we take odds on how fast I’ll solve this case?”

“Nope.”

“No.”

“Absolutely not.”

“I mean, what was it with La Rue’s last “impossible” extortion case?” the blond devil asked, using air quotes with his fingers to further annoy the detectives, “What was it, six hours?”

Clarisse, who had been leaning against the side of her desk, eavesdropping, rolled her eyes, “That’s because it was 98% solved.”

“The last 2% is the hardest to get,” Octavian leaned towards her, his pale blue eyes narrowing, “That’s why they leave it in the milk.”

“What?” Percy shook his head. How the hell did this idiot outrank him?

“Oh, wow,” the Vulture’s attention was now focused on something behind Percy, “Looking good, (l/n).”

Percy’s head whipped around. He had been too caught up in Octavian’s idiocracy that he hadn’t noticed the captain’s door open. 

“Go rot in hell,” (y/n)’s tone was casual despite the content of her words as she approached Percy, “I have the last file.”

The Vulture rose from his spot in Percy’s chair and took the files from the detectives as if they were children on a playground.

“Thanks, champ. Good effort,” he said, smugly, “I’ve got it from here. But hey, feel free to call me any time you losers can’t solve a simple case.”

Instead of addressing the insult as the blind man walked away, Percy turned to (y/n), his worried expression returning, “What happened? Are you alright?”

(y/n), in return, looked up at him and gave a puzzled look, “Why wouldn’t I be alright? The captain just wanted to talk to me about something. No big deal.”

“Well, what was it?”

“Are you aware of your inability to stay out of other people’s business?” The woman asked, her patience beginning to grow thin. Despite her attempt at casualness, it was clear that it had been far from “no big deal”, “Maybe if you stopped being so nosy, you could solve your cases before the Vulture was able to take them from you.”

Percy didn’t know what to say as she made her way back to her desk.

Later that night, the precinct (with the exception of the captain and the sergeant) met up at the local bar. After an hour of drinking and talking about how much they hated the Vulture, some idiot Percy came up with the idea to get revenge on the blond demon by solving the case before he could.

Deciding to take the bus since they were all various levels of intoxicated, Percy had plopped himself into the seat next to (y/n) and began infodumping the details of the case to her.

“So the waitress heard the couple arguing at dinner,” Percy explained, talking with his hands, “Apparently he was having an affair, and it was not the first time. Two years ago, she caught him with a dog walker who was “walking his dog,” if you know what I mean.”

“I do,” (y/n) nodded, an unpleased look on her face regarding the euphemism.

“Funny right?” When he didn’t get a response, he kept talking, “Anyways, we know it’s the wife.”

(y/n) was silent for a moment, her eyes squinting as she watched his expressive face, “You’re real talkative now that you want our help,” she noted.

Percy sighed at her words, “All right, it is possible that I should’ve brought the gang in sooner, but I just get so excited, wrapped in wanting to solve stuff, you know?”

(y/n) couldn’t help the smile that formed on her face, “I know what you mean. You want to be the best. We all do. You just.. don’t have to be such a butthead about it.”

Percy, for the first time since they had gotten on the bus, was silent. Too silent.

“What?” (y/n) asked, worried that she had missed something. 

“I just-“ Percy’s eyebrows furrowed, “I can’t believe you just called me a butthead.”

“Shut up.”

“No, (y/n), you made a suspect cry last month because he made a degrading comment about women,” Percy reminded her, “And you just called me a butthead.”

“Jackson-“

“Don’t “Jackson” me, we’re having a nice moment,” Percy’s grin was much wider than (y/n) would’ve liked, and his green eyes sparkled in the shitty bus lighting, “Admit it, you like me.”

“I’ll admit that I get soft when I’m drunk,” (y/n) muttered, her gaze shifting towards the window across from her. 

Unbeknownst to the woman, Percy’s eyes remained on her. He had only seen her off duty a few times, and each time it still surprised him how different Work (y/n) was from Off-Duty (y/n). He didn’t know what it was, but there was something that led to her keeping her guard up while in the workplace. Percy was always lucky enough to consider his precinct as his family, and he wanted (y/n) to be able to do the same. He could tell she was much more comfortable now than she was when she was first transferred, but he hoped that one day she felt she was able to be herself around her co-workers.

(y/n)’s head turned back to look up at Percy. When she found his eyes still on her, her eyes narrowed, “What?”

“Nothing,” Percy surprised himself with how smooth his tone was. He figured it was the alcohol talking, “I like your jacket. It brings out your eyes.”

He grabbed a piece of her oversized jacket, pulling it gently to mess with her. (y/n) rolled her eyes, but she didn’t turn away in time to prevent him from seeing the small smile on her face.

When the gang finally pulled up to the victim’s apartment, Percy began explaining the timeline of the murder.

“Alright, here’s how it all went down,” the tall man spoke to the small crowd of people as he led them through the apartment, “9:45, a man screams. 90 seconds later, wife goes down to the doorman, says a guy murdered her husband and then ran off. We know she’s lying.”

Once the crew made it to the kitchen, Percy turned around to face them as he continued speaking, “We’ve just gotta find the corkscrew to make our case airtight. I say we role-play, see if something sparks.”

Percy and Leo went first.

“Darling, thank you for a lovely dinner,” Percy poorly monologued, “Perhaps we should have one more drink before bed.”

“Don’t you “Darling” me, you philanderer!” Leo exclaimed, his voice far too high pitched.

“No, Leo, you’re the husband,” Percy corrected, “The husband had the affair.”

“I’m always the victim,” Leo complained, and (y/n) and Piper, who was far too drunk to really do anything, exchanged annoyed glances from their spot on the victim’s very comfortable couch, “I don’t want to be the victim.”

“Okay, Leo is the door-“ Percy turned to the rest of his squad.

“No, I’ll be the victim,” Leo quickly corrected, “Don’t make me be the door again.”

“Great,” Percy turned to the cabinet and pretended to pull something out, “Okay, so.. wife goes into the drawer. Get the corkscrew,” He pretended to stab Leo with a bit too much enthusiasm, “Stab stab stab!”

Leo fell to the floor, and Percy turned to his group of people, “What did she do with the corkscrew?”

While Piper and (y/n) were lounging on the couch, Annabeth, Grover, Clarisse, and Hazel stood at the edge of the kitchen, watching the scene.

“She dumps it in the hallway trash chute on the way to the doorman,” Hazel suggested.

“No, we checked the trash like, ten times,” Percy shook his head, “We would’ve seen a bloody corkscrew.

“The body!” Leo called from his spot on the floor, “It’s still in the body?”

“No, Leo, you suck at this,” Percy rubbed his forehead, “Go sit down.”

“What if she tossed the corkscrew out the window?” Annabeth asked, leaning on the kitchen doorframe, “And it landed on a passing car?”

“Security cams showed no one driving by at the time,” Percy shook his head again, “And nothing on the street.”

“What if she kept it on her?” Grover asked, “Like, hid it in her pocket or something.”

“No, we searched her. And didn’t find anything.”

“Okay, I want in,” (y/n) stood up, swaying only slightly as Leo took her spot on the couch, “But I want to stab Jackson.”

Percy, who had been leaning against the kitchen counter, smirked, “Fine.”

The two made their way to the center of the kitchen, and (y/n) realized how small the room was.

As Percy looked down at her, (y/n) met his eyes with an unintentional smile.

“Alright. Sweetheart-“ Percy started.

“Time to die,” (y/n) cut him off, causing Annabeth and Clarisse to laugh. She turned around to pretend to grab the murder weapon, when her eyes landed on the refrigerator. She was silent for a moment, and Percy could practically hear the gears turning in her head.

“(y/n)?” He asked, stepping close and tapping her shoulder to bring her back to reality.

“What if it was a magnetic corkscrew?” She asked, her eyes on the many magnets that adorned the refrigerator.

The room went silent as everybody else tried to get to the same idea she was on.

“If the corkscrew was on a magnet-“

“It’s stuck halfway down the inside of the trash chute,” Percy rushed out, “I figured it out first!”

He began running out of the room, (y/n) close behind him.

“What’s happening?” a barely conscious Piper asked from the couch.

“You guys go after them and make sure they don’t kill each other,” Leo told the rest of the detectives, “I got her.”

After a successfully unsuccessful mission, where the squad was caught compromising the crime scene by some on-duty police officers, the squad anxiously waited at their desks outside the captain’s office where Reyna was getting yelled at by the Vulture.

“Oh my Gods, Reyna’s gonna kill us,” (y/n) muttered from her seat, her arms crossed and her eyes trained on Octavian, who was pacing around the room, his hands flailing in the air.

“Don’t worry,” Percy appeared behind her, gently resting a hand on her shoulder, which she promptly shrugged off, “I have a plan.”

“Because your plans always go perfectly,” (y/n) shot back, peering behind her to give him a look.

“I’m going to let you in on a little secret,” Percy walked around to the other side of her, so he was blocking her view of the captain’s window. He pulled out a small bag from his pocket, and (y/n) gasped.

“You found the corkscrew?” she kept her voice quiet, but her eyes were wide with surprise.

“I did, before those other cops dragged us away,” Percy leaned close, too close, to make sure nobody overheard them, “Originally, I was going to send this to the DA’s office so we could officially say that we’ve out-vultured the Vulture. But, after watching Reyna get yelled at for a few minutes, I feel bad. So I’m going to give him the credit so he can leave her alone, because I really like her and I don’t want her to get in trouble because I act stupid when I’m drunk.”

“That’s…really mature, Jackson,” (y/n) said, her eyes still wide.

“Well, don’t sound so surprised,” Percy gave her one of his signature grins, and she felt something strange happen in her stomach. She must still be hungover.

“Why are you telling me about this?” (y/n) asked, ignoring whatever nauseating feeling just came over her.

Percy shrugged, breaking their eye contact to glance across the room at nothing, “I dunno. I did say you could help me on the case. And it was kind of your idea that helped us find the corkscrew in the first place.”

“So you admit I have good ideas?” it was (y/n)’s turn to grin, her head tilting as Percy finally met her eyes again.

“You’re stupidly smart, (y/n).” he said, far more serious than she expected, “I have never doubted your ideas, or your ability to do your job, and I don’t plan on ever doing so.”

“Right,” her eyes narrowed, “That’s why you made the bet in the first place. You think you can make more felony arrests than me, but you don’t doubt my ability to do my job. That’s kind of contradictory, don’t you think?”

As Percy watched her, a strange expression came over him, almost like he was holding something back. Finally, he shook his head, “That isn’t why I made the bet.”

“Then why-“

(y/n) stopped speaking as Percy left her very confused, walking towards the captain’s office. He paused at the door, turning to glance in her direction. They made eye contact again, and he smiled, as if he had just made a joke to himself. A few seconds later, and (y/n) was left staring at the dark wood of the door.

a/n

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New-York - jour 2

Aujourd'hui, après une bonne nuit de repos, nous nous sommes concentrés sur le sud de Manhattan.

Après avoir marché 5kms dans Brooklyn, nous avons découvert dans un premier temps, un spot très prisé des touristes dans le quartier de Dumbo (pas l'éléphant hein), pour obtenir LA photo du Manhattan Bridge.

Nous avons ensuite traversé l'impressionnant Brooklyn Bridge sous un soleil de plomb pour rejoindre le sud de la presqu'île.

Dans cette partie de Manhattan que nous avons très apprécié, on y a trouvé le City Hall, la Trinity Church, le quartier des affaires dont la fameuse rue de Wall Street et son taureau d'autant plus célèbre.

Et enfin, non loin de là se trouvait également le mémorial 9/11 des tours jumelles. Je m'arrête un instant sur ce mémorial, je déplore que ce soit devenu une attraction touristique plus qu'un lieu de recueillement. Je me suis surpris à être réellement ému à la vue de tous ces noms gravés autour des fontaines qui prennent place à l'endroit des tours. Ça m'a replongé à mes presque 11 ans lorsque j'ai découvert la terrible nouvelle à la télévision en rentrant du collège.

Journée riche en émotions pour ma part donc et avec 22 kms au compteur, on peut dire que nous avons une fois de plus bien gambadé !

Demain, direction Central Park et environs pour avoir un peu de verdure !

Suite des photos dans un prochain article !

Bisous

[star-girl69]

possessive!clarisse plus clarisse "pretty thing" la rue is actually a great fucking combo if not dare I say one of the bests

anyways Addie!! how have you been ?

-📼

IVE BEEN SAYING THIS

WHENEVER I SNEAK IN PRETTY THING TRUST IM GIGGLING BEHIND THE SCREEN GOOD GOD oh i’m suddenly overtaken… thinking of haunted rn.

i’m okkkk!!!!!! still swamped w hw LOL but i think next week will hopefully be much better. i’m gonna try to work on brooklyn baby a little bit at a time and get it out before next week IDK THO AH hru????

[hana-ko56]

Spider-Verse : Toiles d'univers tissées

Dans un univers multiple, tissé de toiles,

Le Spider-Verse s'éveille, éblouissant étoile.

Toiles entrelacées, dimensions en fusion,

Héros arachnéens, unis dans l'action.

Miles, jeune héritier, de Brooklyn il est né,

Son destin s'éveille, l'araignée l'a touché.

Dans les rues animées, il déploie ses talents,

Nouveau Spider-Man, envers et contre vents.

Peter Parker, vétéran au cœur généreux,

Protège sa ville, son devoir précieux.

Des épreuves traversées, une vie tourmentée,

Mais sa force intérieure, jamais ne s'est brisée.

Spider-Gwen, une héroïne au féminin,

Sur les murs elle danse, telle une ballerine.

Avec grâce et puissance, elle combat l'ennemi,

Son courage inspirant, pour un monde unifié.

Spider-Noir, de l'ombre, il vient émerger,

Des années sombres, il a dû voyager.

Le héros du passé, avec ses poings d'acier,

Éclairera le futur, sans jamais vaciller.

Peni Parker, au sein d'un robot géant,

Dans son monde futuriste, elle avance vaillamment.

L'union de technologie et d'amitié,

Son esprit éclairé, pour la paix a juré.

Spider-Ham, le comique au rire ensorcelant,

Dans un monde farfelu, il répand le bon temps.

Son humour, un rempart face à l'adversité,

Un sourire contagieux, une joie partagée.

Spider-Verse, un réseau d'âmes courageuses,

Dans l'universalité, leur pouvoir fuse.

Toiles s'entremêlent, en une symphonie,

Une toile de héros, unie et sans ennui.

Au-delà des dimensions, ils tissent leur destin,

Les araignées héroïques, gardiens sans fin.

Spider-Verse, univers en perpétuelle expansion,

Un hymne à l'espoir, à la fraternité, à la passion.

FIN