#but the last time was the scariest since the building was closed

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⁉️ Your last 'oh shit' moment?

In Depth and Personal Munday meme

Probably a couple of weeks ago when I got stranded, basically what happened is I had my therapy session and a taxi took me to the building that was in the town next to where I live. Usually after the session was done, I would get a text from the service saying that my taxi was on it's way and I would get a link to where I can track where it's at.

That time on the link, it just said please wait and the map was blank. So for an hour I was just waiting for this taxi to arrive, and unlike the last time this happened I couldn't go back inside because the building closes at 5 PM and the appointment was scheduled for a different day and an later time than usual.

So basically I was stuck outside for an hour, walking in circles also freezing my ass off because it was windy but luckily my dad was at the home since my mom and sister took a flight to North Carolina so they could go to my aunt's house so because of that reason my dad was there. So I called him (my phone was close to running out of battery since I didn't expect that I would be there for so long) and he eventually picked me up.

[nothomegal]

Broo please Hear me out.. how would y/n react to pyramid Head/pyra giving them a paper flower??

(i bet pyra saw some survivor make a paper flower and just watched how they made it so he could make one for you cause like there's no actual flowers in silent hill)

Aww that's so sweet! Hope you don't mind if I respond with a lil' fic instead of a messy doodle 😅 I just have so many things to say!

"Little flower"

(Pyramid Head x GN Reader)

Warnings: none, just fluff!

World count: 1.6k

—"What you're thinking about, big guy?"—

The voice of his human awokened the monster out if his erratic state. By the look on (Y/N)'s face, it seems like they've been trying to get his attention for a little while.

—“Is everything alright?"—

He let out a short metallic clank and nodded ones.

—“Just zoned out I see.”— you chuckle as you lean against his broad shoulder. —“I was daydreaming too, but had to stop when someone began to squeeze me a bit too much."— you add.

Squeeze-? Oh, right. The beast was currently walking through a corridor of the building they've unofficially turned into their home. Only that, Pyra was the one moving. (Y/N) meanwhile was being carried by the monster, their body effortlessly supported and held closely by one massive arm of their lover, whose grip was a bit too tight at that moment.

The two of them were silent most of the walk, just enjoying the presence of the other one. But the quietness was interrupted when (Y/N) softly hummed.

—"Have I ever told you you're very handsome?"— you playfully say as you look at his pyramid shaped helmet.

(Y/N) couldn't hide their grin, not when their lover lowered his head down as if he got flustered. Only when a small giggle escaped them is when Pyra squeezed them against himself, causing them to laugh instead.

—"Alright alright, I get it. No saying pretty things about the big scary Pyramid Head."—

Pyra doesn't react to their comment, at first. But soon a quiet little growl would slip from inside his helmet as he moves it to then gently nuzzle one of the edges against them. (Y/N) giggles again, and responds to the gesture by running one hand along the rough metallic surface of their lover's head.

Pyra's been acting very clingy since he had returned. A few hours prior he had left abrubtly, leaving his little human all confused. Despite being a tag startled, (Y/N) wasn’t too concerned, probably his duty as an executioner and punisher of Silent Hill calling. But imagine their surprise that when as soon as he came back, instead of a usual greeting like nuzzling his helmet against them or licking their cheek, the monster simply yoinked them up and began to walk with them in his arms.

The whole time their walk lasted, (Y/N) couldn't stop thinking about what Pyra could have in mind. They've been his for a long time already and know that things never happen out of the blue with him, there is always some sort a reason for everything he does. Though some could be quite... Silly or small, maybe straight up petty. (like when they were 'too tolerant' with a Creeper, a fucking bug. Jeez they probably were carried and manhandled like a rag-doll for a week-)

They zone back in when Pyra suddenly stops and gently sets them back on their feet. (Y/N) eyes the room curiously, but it seemed to have nothing out of the ordinary or special, just another abandoned room of Silent Hill.

—"So... You want to chill in here for..."—

Their voice quietens when the beast suddenly sticks the sword into the floor and stalks towards one of the few furnitures the room had. (Y/N) observes him in silence, curiosuty slowly morphing in confussion when they witness their lover open and take something from the inside. Huh? Okay... That's something new.

And the silence remains even when the monster turns back and begins to make his way towards them.

The executioner is known for his brutality and determination, never backing away or leaving his victim be, always hunting them down and providing the scariest of the punishments...

This is how everyone viewed him. Viewed it.

(Y/N)? They already seen a side of him that no mortal or creature could ever imagine, but it seems like such side had corners yet to reveal.

When close enough, Pyra reaches for (Y/N)'s hand and brings it towards himself, their palm facing up. Then, he places...

—"...!?"—

(Y/N)'s breath shakes a little and eyes wide when they see what was placed on their hand.

Flowers. Paper flowers.

The time seemed to freeze and reality fade away. (Y/N) couldn't believe their eyes. Pyra... Pyramid Head himself, just gave them a gift?...

They take in the apparence of said gift. The flowers weren't perfect, more like a bunch of scrunched paper shaped the best it can be into a flower. But even if the result wasn't the most perfect, the effort and care put into these was reflected... Wait, did...

(Y/N) slowly drags their gaze towards the monster, who was standing in front of them completely still.

...Did he made these?

...For them?

The silence was suffocating. (Y/N) remained frozen in place, their eyes now directed again to the flowers but their gaze seemed lost. The beast remained just as still, even his breathing got quieter.

Pyra is known for his steel composure. He never experienced anything like fear or anxiety. If anything, he is the sourse of these. But now? Now he's probably feeling something of this for the first time of his existence. Was that a bad decision? Did he reopened the already scarred wounds by reminding (Y/N) of the real world and the fact that they've been gone for so long? That they will never return to see the real flowers and life without him going absolutelly ballistic about it?

Maybe it is, maybe it was a bad idea... But the attempt was worth it, right?... They always observed the few pictures and paintings of nature with such fond eyes, trying to take in and store that little piece of landscape into their memory. They always showed particular likeness to flowers, sometimes drawing those and commenting which are their favorites. He never really got the point of these though, but (Y/N) liked them so it had to be important.

Only when he witnessed some unfortunate newcomer making some using paper, is when he really started to think about it. And after seeing how (Y/N) perked up when they saw yet another landscape drawing, something just snapped inside of him and he knew he had to take action.

And now, seeing how still his human is, he really began to second guess his decision. They must be dissapointed with the results, he had to try harder and be more careful... But it's so damn hard to fold the paper without breaking it with these damn huge hands of his-.

The sudden sensation of arms wrapping tightly around his waist pulled the monster out of his thoughts. Pyra tilts his helmet down, looking at (Y/N), who's face was hidden in his chest. Their shoulders would shake at times and a muffled huff would come out... Are... Arethey sobbing?

Pyra of course tensed, clearly affected by seeing his lover cry. But when (Y/N) lifted their head and looked up at him...

—"Thank you... Thank you so much...!"—

Yes, there were tears in their eyes... And so the shine of absolute hapiness and gratitude, so pure that it resembled the eyes of an angel, at least to him.

—"I-... It's just-..."— you let out a small chuckle as you struggle to put your thoughts and emotions into words. —"It's just... No one ever did something so... So loving and special for me."—

(Y/N) falls silent again as they snuggle closer to Pyra, most likely realizing that no ammount of words could express just how thankful they were. As they're clinging to their lover like a lifeline, they feel his body slowly relax and then contract just enough for him to wrap his arms around their form, hugging them back.

They stayed like this for a good ammount of minutes, just holding each other while (Y/N) spoke time to time, gifting Pyra with their lovely voice and more gratitude. It's a small thing, yes, but for (Y/N) is huge. Especially because a creature who never even concerned itself with such silly meaningless things like flowers made it, putting its time and effort into the gift for them.

When it became clear that the snuggles wouldn't end anytime soon, (Y/N)'s body is suddenly lifted into the air and swung over a shoulder to then be carried towards the closest wall. Despite being manhandled, (Y/N) couldn't stop smiling and would often giggle as they're transported like a sack of potatos. It's a bit of a contrast with the usual gentleness their partner handles them. But hey, Pyra's allowed to have some fun too!

They're both soon settled down, embracing each other once again. Pyra sitting and leaning against the wall while (Y/N) is cofortably nestled on his lap and against his chest. They observe the paper flowers, fingers carefully tracing along the imperfect petals that they're looking at with such love-filled eyes.

—"They're beautuful, really. You're very talented."—

A small rumbling groan escapes from Pyra's helmet as he tights his grip around them.

—"I'm serious! You're an amazing artist!"— you exclaim. —"Just look! Your hands and strenght have the triple of my size and power yet you still managed to make it look like a flower! Bet If I tried to make one it would end up looking like some cursed paper mess."—

He groans, clearly disagreeing with their statement. (Y/N) simply sighs with a giggle.

—"If you don't believe me then we could try to make some more later."— you cassually comment.

Pyra remains quiet, thinking. Eventually he makes a noise and dips his head in a small nod, agreeing with the suggestion. (Y/N) smiles, their eyes sparkling with excitement and joy, as genuine as from a little kid. 

The monster would definitely smile if he had a face for it. He haven't seen (Y/N) this bright and alive ever since they realized their feelings for each other are mutual.

Looks like his assumptions were right, flowers indeed are important for his human if it made them feel like this.

To be honest...

He kinda likes them too now.

[shoutaaizawas]

20. How long did you think you could hide that? with Shouta, please! I feel like you'd be one of the best writers for it. (:

↳ aizawa shouta x reader → ❝look at me❞

summary: you get locked in a building while it's under attack, the last person you expect to come to your rescue is your ex boyfriend. word count: 2.6k+  tags/warnings: january hurt/comfort event, light descriptions of head attack, injury, and blood a/n: thank you for your prompt! a late addition to the january event.

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Having an ex-boyfriend that was a hero was not the best thing. Picture it, you’re facing one of the scariest moments of your life. In dire need of help and then your ex shows up.

It’s really a nightmare scenario.

The day started normally, you just had to run one errand then you could spend the rest of your day relaxing. All you had to do was go to city hall to pick up some papers then you were free to do nothing.

You made it a point to get up early and head over there early so you could enjoy your day off. That was the wrong choice evidently and you were quickly punished for your attempt at being productive.

You were walking down a hallway when lights began to flash and alarms sounded. Lockdown.

The city hall was under attack and it was under lockdown.

Quickly you took shelter in an open office under a desk, not fully knowing the threat yet.

It was loud, there was commotion in the building. It was clear something was happening but you weren’t sure what yet.

The next thing you heard was the office door open, you held your breath in fear.

“Is anyone in here?” You heard a man’s voice.

Peeking around the corner of the desk you tried to see who was talking. Surely a villain wouldn’t ask that. Right?

The last thing you wanted to see was Aizawa Shouta, otherwise known as the pro hero Eraserhead.

Maybe you wished it was a villain.

“Aizawa?” You said, coming out of your hiding spot.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was steady but you saw through his calm demeanor. You had been with him long enough to read him.

“I-I was just here to pick up paperwork.” You said. “What’s happening?”

Aizawa sighed. “There’s a gang of villains disgruntled with the mayor. They’re going after everyone in the building.”

“Oh no,” That was bad. Why did you have to be here right now?

“Stay here, okay?” He said. “I’m going to clear this floor and I’ll come back and get you out of here. Put a chair to block the door. I’ll knock when I’m back.”

You nodded. There was a conflicting feeling of not wanting to be alone right now but also not wanting to be around your ex.

“Okay.” You said. Aizawa nodded before closing the door. You took the chair and wedged it under the handle praying that they wouldn’t try getting in.

Sitting on the desk you wondered how your peaceful day off had turned into this. The last person you wanted to see was Aizawa Shouta.

You had done all you could to push away any thought of him. Despite the time that had passed since he broke up with you the wound still felt fresh.

Aizawa was your everything. You had met him by accident, he had come to your rescue one night. You offered to get him coffee and the two of you hit it off. You kept running into him and before you knew it you were falling for him. The two of you started to date.

You had dated for over a year and you thought everything was going great. You had even moved in together. Then one day he broke up with you, with no warning, no explanation.

It devastated you. You loved him more than anything, you thought the two of you would get married. Just like that you were alone, it was hard. He had moved out leaving you in the apartment where you had shared so many beautiful moments. It felt like living with a ghost.

You moved out to an apartment on the other side of town. You didn’t care if it meant being far away from work you just wanted to be away from all the places you had memories at.

It still hurt, one day living with the love of your life, the next he’s gone refusing to explain why. It ruined your confidence, took away the future you had in your head, and left you feeling empty.

The memory still hurt.

“What do you mean you’re breaking up with me?” You asked him in disbelief. If he was the type you’d think he was pranking you.

“This isn’t working out anymore, I want to move my life in a different direction.” He said all emotion gone from him.

“Did I do something?” You questioned, tears already burning in your eyes.

“No, things have just changed.” He said.

“Did you meet someone else?” You asked heartbroken at the thought.

“No.” He said quickly. “It’s just- Things are different now.” He said.

“What things?” You asked feeling desperate for an answer.

“I’ll be moving out.” He said. “I’ll be back tomorrow while you’re at work to get my stuff.”

He left with a packed bag and it felt like your world had fallen apart. You had created every horrible reason he would have left you since you never got a real reason from him.

A bang at the door brings you back to reality.

It’s not a knock and as you hear more noise you realize that someone is trying to break in. You get up and hide under the desk again hoping that they won’t be able to get in.

Your hopes are dashed as a loud noise tells you that the door has burst open. You curl up as small as you can and hold your breath. Maybe there’s a chance they don’t search the room.

Footsteps sound around the room as the man looks around, throwing furniture as he goes. It’s silent for a moment before the chair covering your hiding spot is torn away.

Before you can even react you’re grabbed by the ankle and dragged out. The villain above you is much larger than you and try as you might you can’t fight him off.

You’re picked up and thrown onto the desk. You scream for help, Aizawa can’t be far away, he’s always come to your rescue in the past and despite your split, you believe he still will.

There are a few more moments that feel like they last forever before the villain is pulled away and tossed to the side. You watch as Aizawa makes quick work of the villain.

His gaze turns to you, concern on his face. “Are you okay?” He asked you.

You start to stand up and you feel a pain in your stomach, your hand moves under your jacket and you feel something there. When you touch it, it hurts and you quickly realize what it is.

“I’m fine.” You told him.

He nods. “Okay, the floor is clear. Let’s go to the stairwell and I’ll get you out of here.” He said.

Aizawa leads you out of the room and down the hallway. It feels like every step hurts more and more but you keep pushing. You know it’s stupid, that you should tell him you're injured. That he should probably carry you out of the building but you can’t stand the thought of telling him.

In your head, there are only two options. One, that his reaction is stoic and he treats you like he would any other victim he would help as a hero. Or two, that you would see something more in his eyes and it would give you some hope that maybe he still felt the same way you did about him.

Getting to the stairwell you could feel more blood leaking from the wound, you knew the knife was still in the wound so it would keep you from bleeding too much. You were starting to feel light-headed as you descended the four floors to the ground level.

It was when you were almost at the ground level you missed a step, slipping down the last few steps. Aizawa was quick to grab you by your shoulders pulling you up. “Are you okay?” He asked.

“I-I’m fine.” You said trying to stand but your legs were shaky.

“Is that blood?” He asked spotting the red spreading through your shirt and now jacket.

You moved to try and hide it but you realized it was too much now. “I’m fine.” You said trying to sound more confident now.

Aizawa moves your open jacket out of the way to see the knife in your stomach. “You’re not fine!” His voice is harsh and you can see in his eyes how upset he is.

“I-” You start but he cut you off.

“How long did you think you could hide this?” His voice was firm but still upset.

Your eyes move to the ground, not wanting to look at him.

Aizawa lets out a heavy sigh. “We need to get you to medical now.” He said. “I’m going to carry you.

Before you can argue he picks you up carefully, holding you in a princess carry. He moves out of the stairwell through the lobby and to the lockdown checkpoint.

You hate it, you hate the memories of the times he carried you like this while you giggled and nuzzled your face into his neck. You hate the way his hands are so gentle around you. You hate the way you miss him so much even after all this time.

The sunlight should feel like relief, feel like safety but all you can think about is how you wish you never had to leave his arms.

Aizawa sets you down on a gurney at the triage tent set up for this disaster. Laying down you feel dizzy and sick but you have this overwhelming want to have him stay.

Maybe it’s the fear of the knife still stuck in your stomach or the attack you just faced but when Aizawa turns to move you grab his wrist.

“Please-” Your voice is weak. “Stay.”

“I-” Aizawa’s voice is low. “I just need to get a medic. I’m not going to leave.”

You’re surprised, you think that he should probably go back in and help the other heroes to stop the villains there but the last thing you’re gonna do right now is argue.

Aizawa returns to your side and you’re shocked when he takes your hand in his. A doctor approaches you and assesses your wound.

“We need to get her to a hospital, if we remove this here she will bleed out.” They said.

“I’ll go with her,” Aizawa said shocking you again.

They loaded you into the ambulance and Aizawa stayed by your side. You didn’t understand why he was staying with you and you felt conflicted. Every part of you wanted him here but you didn’t want to face the moment he walked away.

At the hospital, they’re able to stabilize you and get a scan to confirm the wound hasn’t hit any organs or major arteries. Aizawa stays by your side as much as he can and when they finally are ready to remove the knife and stitch you up he’s there holding your hand.

“It’s going to be okay,” He said as he held your hand, you hate how much you love it. You close your eyes as they pull the knife out, it doesn't hurt because they’ve numbed you but the sensation is still disturbing and you let out a gasp.

You need something to distract you.

“Why did you break up with me?” The question leaves your mouth before you can stop yourself. Out of the corner of your eyes, you can see the doctor who is stitching up your wound glance over at you for a moment before resuming. You know this isn’t the time or place but you aren’t sure if you’ll ever get it again.

Aizawa stares at you for a moment before sighing. “I was scared.” He said. You’re surprised that he answered you but you’re even more surprised by his answer.

“What?” You asked confused.

“I broke up with you because I was scared of losing you.” He explained.

“I would never leave,” You said.

“I didn’t think you were going to leave- I-” He paused, his eyes glancing away before returning to your gaze. “A friend of mine, a hero, she lost her husband. It was really hard to watch, she fell apart- I couldn’t stop wondering what would happen if something happened to you.”

“Shouta-” You said softly.

“I obsessed over it, and when you had that run-in with a villain because they targeted you because you were close to me- it was the breaking point. I didn’t want to put you in danger and I didn’t want to lose you.” He explained.

“And here we are,” Probably not the right time for a joke but you couldn’t stop yourself.

“Yeah.” He sighed. “You’re right. I realized a while ago that I was wrong for breaking up with you. It was cruel to do that to you with no explanation and I ruined the best thing I’ve ever had in my life.”

You stared at him surprised by his words. Your attention was fully off the discomfort of being stitched up.

“I regretted it from the day I broke up with you but for months I told myself it was to protect you but the reality is I was scared and I should have just dealt with my feelings in a healthy way instead of pushing you away.” He said. “I’ve been a coward, avoiding you when I should have been at your door begging you to forgive me and take me back.”

Maybe you died. That was your first thought at his words. How many times had you wished Shouta had come to you and asked for you back? And here you were, being stitched up by a doctor for a stab wound and Shouta was holding your hand telling you he should have never left.

“Shouta-” You said looking up at him. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve wished you would come back, how many times I wanted to chase after you and beg you to explain what happened.” Your eyes started to burn with tears.

He looked relieved, a soft smile on his lips.

“You’re all stitched up, we’d like to move you to a room so we can keep you overnight to make sure you don’t have an infection.” The doctor said feeling hesitant to interrupt your moment.

You looked at her feeling awkward that you just had that moment in front of a stranger. “Thank you.” You said.

After being moved into a regular room Aizawa sat at your side.

The room was quiet for a moment before he spoke. “I know I don’t deserve another chance, I know what I did was hurtful and immature and I’ll never forgive myself for hurting you like that.” He said. “But I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t ask you if you would ever consider taking me back. I love you, I never stopped loving you and you’re the only person I’ve ever wanted to spend the rest of my life with.”

Maybe it was the pain medicine but you stared at Shouta for a moment in disbelief.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You said, maybe it was the stress of the day but you started to tear up. “I never stopped loving you, all I’ve ever wanted is you back.”

Aizawa looked at you with soft eyes. He moved closer, leaning in to press a kiss against your forehead. “I was so scared today when I saw all that blood. I thought the worst.”

You grabbed his arm, gently pulling him closer. “Thank you for saving me, for getting me out.”

He looked at you with warm eyes, you could feel his love through his gaze. “I will always be there to save you,” He said softly. “I promise, I’ll never leave your side again.”

Your hand moved to the back of his neck, pulling him down for a soft kiss.

You didn’t know what the future held but it didn’t matter now that you had the love of your life back at your side.

[adventuringblind]

I See Your Smile

(Part two of I see your beauty)

Charles Leclerc x blind!Verstappen!reader

Genre: hurt/comfort, FLUFF

Request: no but they are open!!

Summary: after the events with Jos, Charles makes it a point to make sure he helps you see everything Jos didn’t let you

Warnings: mentions of verbal and physical abuse, car accidents, drinking and driving, zero proofreading

Notes: written in third person

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It had been a miracle when Jos started leaving her alone. She finally got some reprieve. She was able to build up her confidence due to the lack of constant insults.

This was thanks to Charles. He’d practically forced her to move in with him. Immediately after the events in the Redbull garage, Charles and Max were quick to move her out of there and make some security adjustments.

The lovely bruise on her forehead was still healing. The force Jos had used to throw the phone and given her some lovely damage. As if the emotional damage wasn’t enough.

Jos wasn’t allowed back into the paddock. Security had been made aware of what happened and that he was now prohibited from entering. For both hers and Max’s safety.

Victoria had flown down to see them both that same day. The youngest having called her to explain what happened. She filled her siblings to Monaco to help them move Y/N into Charles’ apartment.

She’d been here before. Often going back and forth between Charles and Max over the breaks. Max was just glad he was close by and could still be the overprotective big brother.

One she frequently got annoyed with.

Charles spent time trying to help her be in a better place. She spent time letting him rant about his teams poor strategy and lack of listening skills.

The blindness was obviously where she struggled. Always feeling dependent on others. Her dad had made her feel like she couldn't be blind and that it's something to despise about herself.

He'd told her it was her fault. That she was cursed. Maybe even diseased. A failure.

He pushed her to do more even though it was dangerous.

The instilled recklessness was probably the scariest thing for Charles. She was prone to doing things on her own that she had even said were dangerous.

She went walking without her cane one night to grab something from the store last minute. Charles had been in a meeting all day and passed out as soon as he got home. His attempt at dragging her to bed with him was futile.

She didn't think anything about the walk. She knew her way to the convenience store. She'd pratically memorized every step.

Night was more difficult because even with the vision she had left, she couldn't rely on it. But still she tried. Her determination to be independent and not wake-up Charles was willing her down the sidewalk.

Nightlife, however, can be a scary thing. Cars and drivers are unpredictable. People still haven't learned their lesson about drinking and driving

She came to the crosswalk. A four-way stop that was often busy during the day. She listened for any cars, only hearing one speeding in the distance. She started to cross after deeming it safe.

The car had sounded so far away. Sure, it was speeding, but how could it have gotten to her so fast? She was so close to the other side. So, the safety of the sidewalk.

She was standing, and then she was on the ground. Ears ringing and head aching.

A man got out of the car and started trying to see if she was okay. His words slurred, and the potent smell of alcohol dripped from his breath.

She was trying to figure out her surroundings. The bringt headlights and dark spots now render her entirely without vision.

Onlookers saw and called the authorities. It didn't take long for someone to arrive and help her back to safety. Her anxiety was settling now that she was no longer feeling her way around the street.

She didn't want to go to the hospital. She'd hated it ever since her dad basically left her their alone. Her brain struggling to seperate the two events.

She needed Charles.

They were doing the usual tests, trying to find any damage that had been done. Her tears silent as they worked.

The doctors were nice and gentle with her. They could tell she was uncomfortable and probably in pain.

Her phone had been shattered again. Charles had just purchased her a new one not that long ago.

The nurse was trying to call Charles or Max. Whichever one picked up first.

Seeing as Max is a night person, it ended up being him. He rushed out of the house, explaining to Kelly on the way out what happened.

Charles was awoken by the sound of banging at the front door. He shot out of bed dazed. He hadn't realized how long he slept for.

He checked his phone. It was now was 10 p.m. and he had several missed calls and a text.

A text from her saying that she had gone to get something from the store. His stomach dropped. He hated when she walked alone in the dark. But maybe she was at the door and needed him to let her in.

He rushed to the front of the apartment and swung the door open. It wasn't who he was expecting, though. Max was standing their out of breath. His clothes disheveled.

"Y/N is at the hospital."

~

Max drove them both. They were doing their best not to panic, but it was obvious.

Max had explained what had happened. She was thankfully not hurt too bad. But the nurse said she kept crying and saying she was fine. Even trying to leave before they were done.

Max knew why. She'd hated hospitals after the incident. He hated watching her cry every time they went for a doctors appointment.

When they arrived, the nurse brought them straight back to her. Charles almost broke at the sight of her curled up in the bed.

Max was getting the rundown of what happened. A lovely broken rib. A sprained wrist. A concussion from hitting her head on the concrete. He told Charles to be gentle with her, then left to sign some papers and get the pain meds they were sending her home with.

Charles sat on the edge of her bed. Gently stroking her leg. The gesture a small comfort to her.

"I'm sorry. I promise it's fine. I know it's my fault." She sniffles.

Charles was going to throw hands with Jos if he ever saw him again. "Mon Chère, don't apologize for this. The driver was to blame."

She moved to fave more towards him. Moving her hand into his. Letting her read him through his gestures.

"It was dangerous, though. I would have driven you."

She frowned. He was so concerned for her. It felt strange in comparison to how she was raised. "I didn't want to bother you... or look dependent and incapable."

"You will never have to worry about that with me."

He lifted her knuckles to his mouth and gave them a gentle kiss. The gesture causing her to smile ever so slightly.

"I love when you smile."

~

Safety became less of a problem after that. Charles had made it a priority. It became second nature after a while.

Next on the list was her confidence. It was absolutely ridiculous what what Jos had made her believe.

The older man was still doing it now. After she blocks his number, he'd get a new one. The man is crazy in Charles' eyes.

She was trying to cook one night. She'd become decent at it despite the limitations. Often using Charles to cut vegetables and not letting him do anything else.

This particular night, she'd received a call from her father. He'd heard about the accident from the news.

He shouted words at her through the phone. Asked if the times he made her walk across the track wasn't enough to teach her.

She spent the day crying after that.

Charles knew something happened when he returned to the apartment. She was trying to hide it, but the look in her eyes and determination to cook on her own told him everything he needed to know.

She was struggling. Her toes find every corner. Pans slip onto the floor. Is was catastrophic.

Eventually, she gave up. Finding the floor and letting the tears of hurt and frustration roll.

Charles sat down next to her and pulled her body into his. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked softly.

"He called again today. Said that I should have gotten hit by a car when he made me walk back and fourth on the track when Max was driving. I didn't tell Max because otherwise he would've stopped practice."

Charles ran his hand in circles around her back.

"Why am I so weak? Max and Victoria are so much more than I will ever be."

"No, hush. Don't say such things." He caressed her face with her hands. "You are the strongest person I know."

Charles peppers her face with kisses, making her giggle.

"What do you say we clean this up and go get pizza?"

~

Doctors appointments were always a struggle. Charles basically had to drag her by her teeth. Sometimes it took him and Max.

This was one of those times.

She was crying in the passenger seat of the car. Clutching the same stuffed animal she brought to every visit. It was something she learned to do after the accident. Jos had a habit of leaving her at the office and not picking her up until late at night. Her only comfort to soft toy.

When he would come pick her up, he would rant about how frustrating she is. Tell her all the cruel things he needed in order to make himself feel better.

Now that fear was evident. She didn’t want to be left at the place she hated most for hours. She didn’t want to be berated for something that wasn’t her fault.

Charles can see her eyes, glassed over and distant. He places a comforting hand on her knee as he drives.

She’d been like this since Max managed to coax her into the car. Charles was thankful he was still on call since he didn’t know how it was going to be while they were there.

It was a simple follow up after she was hit. It seemed easy enough. But he could understand her reaction. He adds it to the list of reasons he’s going wring Jos’ neck the next time he sees him.

They pulled into the parking lot and immediately her breath becomes uneven. “Please don’t leave me.” She pleads with him.

It hurts. His heart hurts for her. “I would never.”

They take it slowly. A nice leisurely stroll to the entrance. Charles is so focused on her that he doesn’t notice the familiar figure just outside the door.

Charles nearly chokes on his spit. Halting in his spot and confusing the girl on his arm. “Charles? Are you okay.”

It’s funny to him how she’s the one on the verge of a breakdown and yet she’s asking if he’s okay.

“Mon Amour, would your dad know your here by any chance?”

She thinks for a moment. “He used to get all the appointment reminders for me since he was usually driving. Maybe he got something like that? Why do you ask?”

He thought about not telling her. But he knew this was unavoidable. “Jos is standing in our path.” He stays calm for her. He can already feel her shaking.

He gets them back to the car and dials Max’s number. Begging that he picks up the phone.

“Please tell me everything is going okay.” Max knows though; he knows something is wrong.

“Jos is here.”

Max lets out an angry string of Dutch words. “I’ll be there in a few. See if they have a back door.”

They do. Charles takes the long way around to it and meets a nurse outside. “I’m so sorry about this.” He quickly apologizes.

Max spots them and jogs over. “Is there any chance we can stay out of the waiting room.” He asks the nurse.

She smiles sympathetically, Charles had explained everything to her but there was no other option.

So the three headed inside. Max finds the farthest spot away from the window and sits down followed by his sister and Charles. All of them waiting with their breaths held.

Her name is called a few minutes later. The same nurse from earlier coming to help her to the room.

She looks frantically at Charles and Max. “I’ll be right here when you’re done, mon amour.” Charles reassures. Then she walks away.

“I feel like an idiot.” Max sighs. His leg bouncing in anxiety.

“Why’s that.”

“I thought I changed everything over.”

“Don’t feel bad, it was an honest mistake and now we know and can fix it.” Charles tries to comfort the Dutch.

Somehow, they managed to sneak out the back way again. Effectively avoiding Jos. This time, I thought Charles dosent hesitate to drive by him. When the Dutch makes eye contact with him, Charles shoots him a smug look and a middle finger.

His laugh dosen't go unnoticed.

"I know I can't see much, but I saw the look on his face. It was the most hysterical look he's ever had." She can't stop laughing for majority of the way home.

"I'm glad you find it amusing. Seeing you smile about it is just so beautiful."

[an-au-blog]

Re-ordering (highest to lowest) the bounties in the strawhat crew because Oda is either way too bias or has the memory of a goldfish. (I'm rating them if I was a marine in canon) (updated I didn't mean to miss anyone I'm so sorry)

1. Luffy

for obvious reasons: he's the captain, strongest, etc.

2. Nico Robin

i cannot stress this enough. NICO ROBIN IS SECOND!

She is the only person left alive that can read the ponegliphs, therefore the only one who can get ANYONE to Laugh tale. She had been chased by the government since she was eight. She's not only one of the smartest people not only on the crew, but dare I say on the Grand Line, but she's also one of the strongest. (like idk how people keep forgetting this, did we not watch Wano???) She's been an assassin and the right hand man of one of the seven warlords for years. I'd even say she was kind of his body guard tbh...

3. Franky

I'm putting Franky so high up because of a couple of factors. The obvious ones: He is physically strong, also extremely smart (as he was an apprentice to a man so feared by the marines they looked for any excuse to execute him, whether because of his social standing or skills) He has lasers(one of the strongest, if not THE strongest weapons in their universe) designed by Vega Punk himself. But most importantly: he memorized the blue prints of a weapon important enough for the world government to try and assassinate as many people as they need to get their hands on. He can build it at any point and there's no other copy of it.

4. Zoro and Sanji (same bounty)

I'm putting them above the rest mainly because I still respect Oda's decision to put them higher up. Physical strength aside, each of them, in my opinion, has a good reason to be deemed as dangerous. Logically, one would put the Captain's right-hand man above the other, but Sanji's "Vinsmoke" status, much as he hates it, boosts him up. He may not have grown up with them or have the same mutations or "upgrades", but the people don't know that. Fear wins half the battle.

5. Jinbei and Brook

By very little below №4, if they're not the same, they are very close (but IDK which one is above the other.) What would be scariest to me if I was the world government's shoes, would be influenced and propaganda, and these two are extremely influential figures and loved by many.

But let's start with Jinbei: He's an ex-warlord. He is lobed by man, if not all of Fiahman island. He's highly respected and feared. The waters are his domain, plus he's physically very strong.

Brook: a master swordsman and a man who can control people with music?!?! I feel like we keep forgetting that. He also spent the time skip become an infamous rockstar, who's fans FOUGHT THE NAVIE so they could listen to him! Influence-wise, Brook takes the cake.

6. Usopp

With half-a-mind to put him in the №5 bundle, I'm putting him a bit lower for one reason only: not everyone would know or believe what happened in Dresrossa. Undoubtedly, he had created a cult-like following there and he can spin a tale to his advantage, and technically being pronounced a "God" would make it... a cult... But that would lose brownie points in the major public's eyes. Even though his skills are admirable, he's not as strong or wildly influential as Jinbei (a literal warlord) and Brook (the Michael Jackson of op)

7. Nami

Navigator, they can't go far or fast without her. She has had a record with the navie before as a petty thief, but other than her charms and wits, there's no reason for them to put her higher...

8. Chopper

The Navie does not care for Chopper. I don't think they'd put him anywhere above the last spot in any universe... sorry.

[marineduo]

Cobymeppo / Kobymeppo Fic Recs!

Here's a list of Koby / Helmeppo fics that I personally recommend, for @klausbens and anyone else just getting into Kobymeppo from the Live Action! Putting them under a read more because this is going to be a long. Fics will be linked in the fic titles! They are ordered in oldest to newest.

General Recs

This Modest Paradise - Eloarei

Coby and Helmeppo run into Morgan while shopping.

This one is my all-time favorite Cobymeppo fic. It was one of the first I found and it's one I still think about and revisit often

Grow - Eloarei

Helmeppo is able to take care of himself, but when his father returns home with a promotion, he finds he suddenly doesn't have to anymore, and that's the weirdest part about moving to the Marine base in Shells town. Without any responsibilities, he becomes bored, and any of the positive attitude his mother might have left him with goes straight out the window.

This is a really sweet fic about Helmeppo's initial time in the Marines. Not as overtly Cobymeppo, but the last little bit always gets me right in the feels.

The Way of Monsters - Eloarei

Coby was used to monsters. After years under Alvida he thought he understood them. But escaping out into the world shows him that there's a lot he doesn't know. What makes a monster? And what redeems one?

This one's very fun. It has werewolves, and is a bit of a Beauty and the Beast kind of tale. Highly Recommend.

Building Desks For Dummies - thecayenneknight

Koby and Helmeppo must face their greatest mission yet: assembling a single piece of furniture.

Short and sweet and super cute.

Dance With Me - RedPen1992

Soon after the conclusion of the Paramount War, the Marines have to face their next greatest challenge, The Marine Gala.

This one's more focused on Akainu/Kizaru, but the Coby/Helmeppo stuff in there is really good. Overall a great read.

Anniversary - altokiwi

Ready to go party, Hina demands they tell her all about last year's Halloween Night, first. Holding Helmeppo's hand tight, Coby tells the story about the scariest —but also the happiest— night of his life.

This is a really good one. I may be biased since it was an exchange gift for me, but it's a wonderful blend of silly and a little spooky <3

To Come Back - merricat

Coby and Helmeppo's close-knit circle of Marines is holding a celebration at none other than Shells Town, which forces Helmeppo to confront demons past and present.

I'm also biased towards this one (another exchange gift), but man it's so good. Lots of Helmeppo looking back on things, and them just being so sweet with each other.

Daydreams - hamstercheese7

Coby just cannot concentrate on paperwork. And who could blame him, with a view like that?

This one's so silly sweet I love it. Has both Coby/Drake and Coby/Helmeppo.

Coby/Helmeppo Oneshots - ShadowoftheLightningPack

Ok this one's a doozy at 109 chapters but there are a lot of good ones in there. If nothing else I think it's really worth at least browsing to see if anything catches your attention! (That being said, read chapter 93 it's fun)

Against Change (You Can Wander Through the Ruins) - owlboxes

“I don’t want to pry,” Coby murmurs, quiet so as not to startle Helmeppo, who already looks seconds away from crumbling. “But…I want you to know I also want to listen, if you want someone to talk to.” “I have to get my hair cut in the morning,” Helmeppo says, his voice trembling, as he tugs at the strands that have grown longer, almost to his chin now. “…but what if I don’t want to?”

I'm a sucker for Cobymeppo Fics that center around Helmeppo's hair and this checks all the boxes.

My Fic Recs

(These are all ones I wrote myself that I think are worth a read)

Over the Edge

When Helmeppo ends up letting go in a precarious situation, Coby is forced to consider life without his other half, if only for a little while.

Diaries of Coby-Meppo

I particularly recommend Scissors.

Bloodsoaked

When things go south on a solo mission, Helmeppo takes things to the extreme.

Masquerade

Coby and Helmeppo attend the year's big masquerade ball at Mariejois and the night goes far better than Coby had ever expected.

A Haunted Base

“Tell me again why we’re doing this?” Helmeppo looked down from his perch on a ceiling beam, watching as Tashigi came in with a huff and slammed a box down on the operating table he’d stolen from the base earlier. “Because Smoker had better things to do, and nobody gets out of Vice Admiral Dahlia’s plans?” 

Day on the Edge

Coby enjoys a peaceful morning with his partner, but something leaves him feeling uneasy.

SPICY Fic Recs

Saved and Earned - Tonko

Integrity is a hard road, but Helmeppo is trying.

I don't even know what to say about this fic. You know that pic of the stick figure on all fours shaking something violently in its mouth? That's how crazy this fic makes me.

Guilty Pleasures - me

When Coby witnesses the carnage his friend and partner is capable of, in the moment he's not sure how he'll get past it. But the jokes on him, because he's into that shit.

I wrote this to be similar to Bloodsoaked, but more spicy.

Searching for the Words - 2Farky2Furious

“Helmeppo.” He shook himself from his thoughts. “Huh?” “It’s just me. You know you can tell me anything, right?” “I—” Helmeppo met the soft, familiar warmth of Coby’s gaze and blurted into the scant space between them. “I want to kiss you again.”

A little angsty at first, which makes the semi-public sex even better.

Helping Hands - leghair

What had started as a rare bartering chip back when they themselves were new recruits and every drill had left them quaking like newborn deer had shifted into a standard IOU or repaid-favour, and from there, eventually, had simply become… habit. After their midnight training sessions left them fatigued, they would crawl back to their barracks, where Helmeppo would scratch Coby’s back and Coby scratched his - quite literally. That’s just how they got through it. It had been a while, though, come to think of it. Their schedules had grown to be quite different since Coby’s promotion. He still got the occasional remedial massage from medical, but it just wasn’t quite the same as someone who knew his body as well as Meppo did.

Very good fic, but also I think of the tag 'formal apology to the one (1) cobymeppo shipper with an appetite for toes reading this with dismay' at least once a week.

Coby/Helmeppo Smut Oneshots - ShadowoftheLightingPack

If you don't read any of the others (though you should), at least read chapter 8. It's very good.

[sunmizuiro]

Y'all I think I'm onto something.

(First 5 episodes spoilers I guess)

"this kingdom was something she really cared about. Something I care about."

Charlie said in the first episode, and adding in the pilot at first she reached and called to her absent mother instead of Lucifer (who were also absent in her life but you know he was still around—)

and we all know why because their relationship wasn't a close one until episode 5 and eventually more so in the future. It all makes sense, let me just share this that may be a reasonor reasons— why Lilith and Lucifer got separated-

and I'd like to clarify since I saw some people commenting the same idea many times which is not a bad thing that no one in the serie ever talked about a divorce, the couple in the pictures (found in the mansion or room ,I have no idea, of the short king) looks deeply in love just like mentioned in the story telling of Story of Hell by Charlie (episode 1), and Lucifer is still wearing the ring, so there is no divorce as far as I know. Like you can see how Lilith looks so happy just like Lucifer.

So Lucifer doesn't give a shit about the sinners right? Maybe even generally his people(I could be wrong about this but that's what I understood), given that yes he is right they are awful but he wasn't only a bad father but technically a bad king since it seems that Lilith was the one with the hope that Lucifer lost, sang as much as she could for her kingdom' sake and really ruled over Hell(we love a powerful strong woman with authority lmao). Yes Lucifer loves his family deeply but he became more depressed when Lilith left for unknown reasons... I am not trying to say that Lucifer is fully the bad guy here no that is not my intention but just to see how Lilith and himself think about giving a shit about protection or not- like just acting like a good ruler y'know?

🐤

Lucifer is one of my favourite characters in Hazbin Hotel alright? So the first line that I shared in the beginning of this theory? You noticed how Lilith cared about their kingdom but sweet Lucifer who's been coping with creating rubber ducks and before even she left Lu' wasn't that idealistic dreamer back when he was an angel, right? He dissociates and didn't remember in details when Charlie talked to him about the hotel or even when he was inside, man doesn't even who the hell is Alastor which he is one of the scariest overlords wondering that Alastor got more pissed off because he always seek to know his image and if others remember or missed him after the seven years of absense..King of Hell do not know Al I find that hilarious... Like the poor guy is genuinely depressed.

But Lilith leaving so her husband could heal and become his old-self but with build-up mature thoughts and responsibilities? Her and Alastor connected with the seven years common number plus the obvious theory that she owns his soul?- So her having Al helping out Charlie but also helping with Lucifer's and Charlie's relationship as much as he(Alastor) doesn't care at all but he can't do anything about it? (He annoyed Lucifer which amused him but probably also because why wouldn't he do that to the king who doesn't know him and his wife that is controlling him?) It just is clear to me that one lover cares and the other one doesn't but !!could in other circumstances!! about their own Hell that they created... (Yes wouldn't all I say mean that if Lilith still do love Lucifer she should be by his side? Well yes but I cannot figure out why she is absent, either trying to find a way to stop the extermination that she technically started since Adam and her somewhat hate each other I suppose but I could have went with that if again I knew why she disappeared...)

(I'll be mad if Lucifer doesn't show up in the last episode while Adam will literally be present they just need to fight each other that'll be super duper cool while we could discover Lucifer' power since he should be the most powerful little man in Hell)

Like that woman is so smart and I'm sure that she planned so much that Lucifer hopefully as the king help out with the extermination...He'll protect his daughter I'm so sure.

(I got heavily lazy and wanted to type more in details but I'm proud so far with this one English is not my first language)

[iessos]

life update

ive been on medical leave for mental health since the 1st of August. on the 14th, my the dog boarding facility i manage flooded really bad. 10 dogs ended up drowning and 6 people got trapped and almost died. they worked hard to save every dog they could, but it happened so fast. i watched it on camera when i got word the avenue was flooding. corvo and i rushed down to go help in the aftermath. i ended up identifying the 10 dogs who died, and its been really hard. ive known some of those dogs since puppies.

for the last two weeks, news has gone national. there is a lot of blame - the lack of urgency from the 911 center (corvo and i were the first to call) and the fact the facility flooded in a much less capacity 3 times last year and my employer didnt close it is also to blame. also the building had no stairwell exit... and the flooding blocked the three front facing exits.

its been traumatizing to say the least. the gofundme for the 6 inside got over 21k. the owner of the company has not made a statement which has been really bad. i dont know, im, not really the same after that day. i really love what i do, but the fact is that dogs and humans were put in danger for profit. each day working might have well been a death sentence. i think that is ths scariest part is that the lives inside were lost due to negligence.

[windupnamazu]

got a secret (i can't keep it!)

ffxivwrite2023 #14: clear leaving no doubt; obvious or unambiguous.

Coco & @winduphaurchefant's Reese. Canon-divergent Endwalker, between Alea Iacta Est and In From the Cold. 1087wc. ⮞ There are better places to give your friend a crisis than the ground, you know.

Coco was sitting behind the designated medbay and staring out onto the frozen wastes of Garlemald when a steaming metal mug of hot cocoa suddenly entered his vision, attached to the hand of a worried Reese Farouel.

"You should go inside," his old friend said gently when he looked up at her, but she made no move to force him to stand or to force the mug in his hands. Coco took it anyway, unable to turn down a Haurchefant-signature cocoa, but as he blinked down at the swirling marshmallows in the cup he found his vision swimming and Reese dropped to her knees beside him. "Hey, it's okay, buddy, she's okay."

With a whimper, Coco pawed away the tears running down his face. The last couple of bells had been the scariest of his life, which was bizarre considering how many times he personally came close to dying over the last nine years, but in the building behind him his best friend was trapped in a dreamless sleep. This was nothing at all like their childhood, back when the worst that could happen was she'd run and trip on gravel and they'd stick colourful little bandages on each other and he'd tell her a joke while his uncle disinfected her scrapes so she wouldn't cry. Now she was wrapped in red-stained gauze because when the imperials ambushed the camp she threw herself over him, his Blessing of Light be damned, for reasons he couldn't even ask her about anymore.

All he knew was that it was his fault for encouraging her to come this far and leave the home and life he left behind despite knowing that was where she was safest, and he could do nothing as she lay terrifyingly still on a cot in the medbay while the healers bustled back and forth between the rest of the injured.

Reese continued to murmur words of comfort to him, as ever the older sister he and Melmeltan always wanted growing up. When at last Coco's body stopped shaking he took a tentative sip from the hot cocoa and a deep, rattling breath.

"S'rry," he muttered.

"Why are you apologizing?" Reese asked incredulously. "The love of your life nearly died saving your life and she's unconscious now with no estimate on when she'll wake up—you have every right to be upset! I know I was when Haurchefant did that very same thing!"

Hold on. "The—the what?"

Reese squeaked and immediately rose to her feet, limbs mechanically moving to walk away at maximum speed.

"Nooooo, tell meeeee," Coco wailed, grabbing at her sleeve. He was nowhere near as strong as Lunya was but in the moment he somehow managed to stop Reese and her gangly legs.

Unable to meet his eyes, Reese pulled at her hair and began to speak very fast. "Okay, well, this is more embarrassing for me than it is for you because I really thought you knew. I mean, everyone else does, and it's so obvious, like, I think even Babycorn has some idea of it even if she couldn't name what it is and you've seen what poor Butter's been through lately, so you can't really get mad at me for spilling the beans, even though you don't really have much of a capacity for anger to begin with and like, why would you get mad anyway? Over me telling you that you're in love with your best friend and have been since you were kids? As if I'm wrong. I should probably shut up right now. Have you seen Haurchefant? I should go find Haurchefant. Do you mind if I leave now or—"

Coco shook his head, furiously blinking snow from his eyelashes. His heart was threatening to collapse or burst out of his chest like a pitcher of juice personified. "You think I'm in love with Melmeltan?"

As if a switch were flipped, Reese reached down and grabbed Coco by the shoulders.

"Coco Cocoda," she said severely. "I can't tell you what you feel or how to feel it—but as a long-time observer, I just want you to know this: I know you're in love with Melmeltan."

"H-how could you even—" he stammered, drink forgotten in the snow next to him as he flapped his hands panickedly. "Where did you even get that idea—"

"You wanted to marry her! In all of your silly little live action scenarios where you were feral cats separated into clans in the Sharlayan woods!"

"T-that was roleplay!"

"That was wish fulfillment!" Reese cried, covering her mouth when several Contingent member heads swiveled around to look in their direction. "A-and you even stole from Lunya's bath bomb collection so you'd smell nice the day Melmeltan was set to come to Eorzea!"

"That's normal though!?" Coco said desperately. "That's normal! That's a normal thing for friends to do! They smell nice for each other!"

"No, it's not! And when you told Lunya you were meeting with Melmeltan she stopped being angry and did that weird three thing with her mouth! That says everything!"

"Nuh-uh?!"

This was admittingly the weirdest imaginable place and time to be having such a conversation in this manner, but Reese and Coco were on a roll and unable to stop.

"And!" Reese exclaimed, gesturing frantically, "and!!! There was that 10 year old who confessed to her after they did one chocobo race together! You got so jealous over it you had to be stopped from stealing the kid's bird!" Oh, yeah, that did happen. Huh. "Who gets platonically jealous over a love confession?! And a love confession from someone who's not even a real threat on account of being a literal child?! You are in LOVE!"

If Coco were standing he would have sunk to his knees.

"I'm in love with Melmeltan?" he wondered, shellshocked.

It was at that moment a familiar head of silver-blue hair peeked his head around the back corner of the medbay, eyes lighting up at the sight of his beloved.

"My dear!" Haurchefant exclaimed, reaching for Reese's hand as he approached before he became visibly confused at the sight of Coco Cocoda folded over in the snow. "Is aught alright? You never came back to the tent after you said you would check on Coco…"

"Haurchefant!" Reese blushed, letting him squeeze her hand in his own. "Forgive me, I got caught up by accidentally telling Coco he's in love with Melmeltan, and—"

The Fortemps knight gaped down at their friend. "You didn't know?!"

"DOES EVERYONE KNOW THIS?!"

[moonsworndandelion]

My dad played a similar trick on my cousin ! But with a bit more ... bones.

Let's back up a bit. My cousin wanted to be an archeologist since he was a kid (he was around 8 or 10 at this time I think ?). Like he had all those books about Egypt and stuff in his room.

My dad knew this. My dad is a bit of a goblin sometimes and has weird (but mostly funny) ideas. So when he saw one of those "suscribe to T-rex Magazine and builds a full T-rex skeleton, and recieve a new piece each month" he got one of those ideas. Obviously he didn't suscribe to the thing (because it's usually a big waste of money and another subject completely), but he got the first magazine... and the "T-rex Skull" going with it.

The next time we visited my cousin (usually every other month or so), he hide the skull in his luggage without telling anyone. We stayed a few days, and nobody is aware of the fake skull my dad is smuggling.

The last evening, after everyone has gone to bed, he sneak out with his skull (I think mom might have caught him at this point, but I'm not sure). In the dead of the night, he goes to the sandbox (basically a mount of sand that my uncle left there after some renovation so that the kids could play with it) and bury the skull in the middle of it. Not very deep, but enough that you couldn't see anything.

The next morning we went back home as usual, and think nothing of it because no one knows.

Except a few days later, my cousin went to play in the sand as usual, and find... something. Excited, he dig around, until he unearth the whole thing. It clearly look like bones, so as any aspiring scientific, he tries to figure out how this bones could have arrived here, and what bones they were. Then he came to the only logical conclusion : a chicken somehow escaped from the pen and was buried alive in the sand. And screamed bloody murder.

My aunt arrived in a panic, and immediately saw that this was not chicken bones. After having reassured my cousin that the chicken were okay and everything, she brought the thing to my grandma, because she didn't have any idea of how this fake skull of something appeared in the sandpit. Grandma obviously was as baffled as everyone.

It wasn't until the next Sunday, during my mother weekly call to grandma, that the mystery was fully uncovered. It included half-joking curses at my father, a lot of exclamation, and a lot off laughter. My dad was officially banned from doing this ever again, and my cousin still maintain that it was one of the scariest thing he ever saw at this point.

He didn't end up archaeologist in the end, but it's still a funny bit of the familial lore.

(and he's an histograph/geograph or somethin if I'm not mistaken, still pretty close)

When I was a very small child, my mom used to bury coins in my sandbox, leave huge boot prints in the sand, and tell me pirates had come in the night and buried treasure. I would be out there happily for hours, with my little sieve, and my mom got a quiet morning to herself for the price of a handful of pennies.

I was always kind of skeptical about Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy, because visiting every kid in the world did not seem reasonable. But the pirates only visited me, so they were probably real.

So that’s the story of how I ended up being an archaeologist. How about you?

[mihotose]

hasunosora scary stories as told by rurino:

"the picture the AI drew"

this is a scary story that's been going around hasunosora lately. it happened to a student that we'll call A-san. when image generating AI first came out, A-san was in her room late at night experimenting with generating images on her computer. it could recreate animals, buildings, and landscapes well, but A-san thought they all felt creepy. and so she decided to ask the AI to draw the scariest picture in the world. a dialogue box appeared with the words, "this prompt may have adverse effects on your psyche. would you like to continue?" A-san's interest was piqued, and so she clicked yes. one minute later, an image appeared. it was an old black and white photo of an old woman in traditional japanese dress, her hands clasped together in prayer in a darkened tatami room. it was scary, but something about it drew A-san in. as she stared at it, she noticed that the woman's mouth was moving slightly. "what? this AI can't generate video. how strange," she thought, staring at the image, when suddenly the old woman's eyes widened and she glared at A-san with bloodshot red eyes. this time, her mouth was clearly moving, and she knew what she was saying. she was saying A-san's name. A-san fainted, and when she woke up in the morning, the image had disappeared, but the praying old woman began appearing in her dreams

"the girl in her dreams"

she heard this story from her friend's sister, who also went to hasunosora, and in her class there was a girl called B-san. B-san was worried, or rather, curious about something. the same girl appeared in her dreams every night. a thin, pale girl with bobbed hair that she had never met before. in her dreams the girl just stood a short distance away, watching her without a word. her dreams weren't about the girl, either. she'd dream about going somewhere with her friends, or seeing her family, but no matter what, the girl would be watching her. after about a month of the girl in her dreams every night, B-san realised that the girl had gotten closer. when she first appeared she had been watching her from ten metres away, but the distance had shrunk to just one metre. she tried to speak to her in her dreams, but for some reason, she couldn't. nothing particularly strange had happened, but she wanted to know why it was happening. one day, B-san got permission to go shopping, and she saw someone that looked just like the girl in her dreams. a thin, pale girl with bobbed hair. of course, it may have just been a coincidence, but B-san was so curious she secretly followed the girl, thinking she could figure her out. the girl left the shopping district and went on her way, and though B-san tried to follow behind she lost sight of her after she turned a corner. she looked around, and suddenly the girl appeared behind her. she hadn't noticed her at all, but suddenly she was close enough that she could touch her. B-san wanted to say something to her, but just like in her dreams she couldn't make a sound. scared, she tried to run away, but her body was frozen still. slowly, slowly, the girl approached, and whispered in her ear, "this night will be your last." nothing was heard from B-san since

"can i come in?"

this is a story from over ten years ago. a student named C-san was waiting at the bus stop on a day of heavy rain. then, in the woods behind the bus stop, she spotted a figure. it was a woman with long hair, staring in her direction. she was soaking wet, and yet she remained standing in the rain, not moving a muscle. C-san was frightened, but she mustered up the courage to talk to her. "are you alright? you're going to catch a cold," she called out, but the woman remained where she was with no response. after calling out to her several times, she finally answered. in a low voice, the woman said, "can i come in?" C-san was surprised, and before she could reply, the woman disappeared. nothing out of the ordinary happened after that, and C-san began to wonder if the encounter had any deeper meaning. later, when she got back to the dorms, she felt afraid out of nowhere, and so she decided to sleep in her friend's room that night. the next morning, when she returned to her own room, she found the floor covered in muddy footprints. the woman had been there. C-san noticed something. there were plenty of footprints leading into her room, but none leading out. the footprints travelled all the way to the back of her room, stopping in front of her closet.

[03nissan]

sitting in my hotel bed watching the rise and fall of his chest as i savor these last few hours i'll have with him before he heads back for tour. i've been feeling this weird, tight sensation in my chest lately, and it's only getting stronger. at first, i thought it was just nerves or anxiety, but now i'm pretty sure i know what it is. i'm scared. i'm scared because i think i'm falling in love with dylan. and falling in love is not something i'm good at. it's messy and terrifying, and i don't know if i'm ready for that kind of vulnerability again. especially with someone like him. he's... different. different in a way that makes my heart race and my hands shake, and i don't know how to handle it.

dylan has this way of looking at me like he's trying to see right through all the walls i've put up. and damn it, it feels like he might actually be able to. i've spent so much time building up these defenses around myself, convinced that no one could ever get past them, but he... he just walks right through like they don't even exist. and it scares me to death. i'm not used to feeling like this—like i'm on the edge of something huge and life-changing, and one wrong step could send us both plummeting. i guess that's what love is supposed to feel like, right? but it's been so long since i felt anything close to this, if at all, that i don't even know if what i'm feeling is real or just some kind of emotional mirage.

and what if it's just me? what if i'm the only one feeling this way? i've been overanalyzing every little thing he says or does, trying to figure out if he's feeling even a fraction of what i'm feeling. but then i wonder if i'm just imagining things, projecting my own feelings onto him because i want so badly for this to be real. i'm terrified of opening up and finding out that he's not on the same page, that i've just been reading too much into every smile, every shared glance, every little touch. the idea of putting myself out there and getting hurt again... i don't know if i can handle it.

so yeah, i'm scared. scared of falling for him, scared of getting hurt, scared of not knowing what comes next. but maybe the scariest part is that there's this tiny voice in the back of my mind whispering, "what if it's worth it?" what if he's the one who makes all the heartbreak and loneliness i've felt up until now make sense? what if this fear is just the price i have to pay for something real, something that could actually last? i don't know. i guess i won't know until i take that step. but for now, all i know is that dylan is getting under my skin, and i'm not sure whether to run away or let myself fall.

[christinescupofcoffee]

❤️ how tall are you? 5’7” (if I wear my boots, I’m closer to 5’8”)

🧡 what is your sexuality? I really don’t know, I might be bi, I might be pan? I have ruminated over this more than I ever would have liked.

💛 what is your favorite feature on yourself? Probably my belly. It used to be so fat and now it’s just a little bit round. I never want to lose it. It’s also where I feel the most wounded (that, and my hair).

💚 where are you from? I was born in the L.A. area, spent my childhood in Carson City, grew up in the California desert, lived in southern Oregon for four years, and now I live in the California mountains, so the west coast.

🩵 do you have any pets? All the dogs, all the cats. Both are the loves of my life 🐾🐾

💙 do you have any siblings? Just my older brother and we’re not close at all (especially not after this year). I’ve felt like an only child since I was about ten.

💜 describe yourself in five words or less! Tender. Sensual. Well-rounded. Misunderstood.

🩷 dream job? Either owning a bakery that’s also an art gallery or working at Schat’s bakery up in Bishop.

🖤 favorite hobbies outside of your blog. Baking, cooking, drawing, painting, ceramics, reading, gardening, hiking, boxing, yoga, rowing, baseball, bike-riding, collecting rocks seashells books Legos and Funko pops, road trips, and crocheting

🎂 when is your birthday? April 15

🌙 your zodiac (Sun, Moon, Rising) wet n’ wild Aries sun, mad scientist Aquarius moon, and chubby comfy Cancer rising

💉do you have tattoos and/or piercings? I used to have ears pierced, but they’ve long closed up. My dream tattoo is a cardinal with a sunflower in its beak.

🚗 can you drive? yes!

✈️ favorite place you’ve traveled? Either Seattle or Atlanta.

🎤 have you been to a concert? oh, yes.

🎵 favorite artists? Chris Cornell, The Beatles, Green Day, Nine Inch Nails, Alice In Chains, Hole, Nirvana, Mother Love Bone, Stone Temple Pilots, Queens of the Stone Age, Deftones, Type O Negative, The Tragically Hip, Anthrax, Testament, Alex Skolnick Trio, Death Angel, In This Moment, Crypta, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, Van Halen, Oasis, Blur, The Arctic Monkeys, The Cure, Syd Barrett, Bob Dylan, David Bowie, Tom Waits, Lana Del Rey, Alanis Morissette, Mark Lanegan, Amy Winehouse, and PJ Harvey

🎧 last song you listened to? “I Don’t Know” by Paul McCartney

📺 last show you watched? Ink master

📝 last thing you wrote? New chapter of Quarter After Twelve.

🔐 something no one would guess about you? I helped build a formula car from the ground up. I’m half Belgian/French and I have roots in Portugal and the Baltics (I get mistaken for Hispanic and Native American all the time). I was almost homeless when I was 18.

🧟‍♀️ scariest thing that’s happened to you? I had a suicide attempt when I was 19. I was actually making the noose when I started thinking about my mom, how she would react if she found me.

🔥 craziest thing that’s ever happened to you? When Chris became my friend! 10 years later, it still feels surreal.

🍓 favorite food? A nice Reuben sandwich. I also love Mediterranean food (then again, I just love to eat).

🍅 least favorite food? Eggplant (the only time I actually like it is in ratatouille). I also never had good gumbo.

🍊 favorite season? Springtime

🍋 favorite genre to read / watch / write? To read: mysteries. To watch: cooking shows and British comedy. To write: science fiction and gothic literature.

🍐 if you could make one character real, who would it be? My boys Andy and Richie. Andy, because he’s sweet and vulnerable; Richie, because he’s sweet and in need of guidance.

🫐 some place you’d love to visit? Oh, so many. New York, New Orleans, New England, Chicago, Hershey (Pennsylvania), The Grand Canyon, Zion National Park, Glacier National Park, Canada, Hawaii, Costa Rica, Chile, New Zealand, Japan, South Korea, Vietnam, Israel (yes), Morocco, Cyprus, Greece, Slovenia, Hungary, Germany, Belgium, France, Portugal, The British Isles, The Baltic States, and Iceland.

🍇 a word your friends would use to describe you. Unpredictable?

🍒 what is your earliest memory? Watching Absolutely Fabulous with my mom, and also walking around the house with only my pants and boots on (just one of many scandalous things I did when I was little 😝)

🍌 what is one talent you wish you had. Sewing. My mom’s the seamstress of the family and I could just never do it.

💌 why did you start this blog? I need a place for *all* of my writing, fanfic and original works. I also need more excuses to stay away from the dashboard, which is nearly impossible to scroll down anymore.

✏️ when did you start writing fanfic? Believe it or not, when I was about 7 years old. I never wrote anything down (and if I did, I don’t remember it). I wouldn’t come back to it until I was about 14 with Formula 1 fanfic, and then again at 20 with grunge fanfic.

🖇️ what are your favorite asks to answer? All of them. I won’t always answer, but I do enjoy reading comments.

📚 how do you come up with the fics you write? I don’t really know, they sort of “come to me” as it were. If it’s an idea i’m really inflamed by, it hits like a lightning bolt, like i just have to write it.

📌 what is the fic you’re know for? I don’t really know? When I look at my ao3, I don’t really picture any of them being remembered. If anything, I’ll probably be remembered as that one writer who was “obsessive” and prolific.

🔍 what character do you enjoy writing for the most? Alex and Christine (seasons grey). Alex and Samantha, too (fever). Alex and Falk Maria, too (midnight oil). Richard and James. When I was little, I liked imagining the original Cartoon Cartoons as my imaginary friends. All my OCs, too, like it’s nice to make up my own rules again and not “abide by the fandom” (even though aside from Top Gear/Grand Tour and Metallica, I go more into smaller fandoms/fandoms that have long quieted down).

🖊️ what character do you not enjoy writing for? Probably James Hetfield, all because I just hate the fanon that surrounds him (just look at the sheer number of daddy kink/breeder kink fics with him involved and, I’m sorry, but I don’t find them arousing).

💔 is there a fic you wish you didn’t write? Black Diamonds, believe it or not. I actually got called disgusting for that (and from one of those people who goes on ad infinitum about “fandom etiquette” no less; ever since then, I find those posts extremely hypocritical, like they bring out the rule-breaker in me).

❤️‍🔥 what character do you simp for most often? Christine. “I am he, and he is me.”

🧚‍♀️ favorite characters of all time? Lisa Simpson, Tina Belcher, Chandler Bing (r.i.p. Matthew Perry 🕊️), Jennifer Check, Mia Wallace, Black Mamba (Kill Bill), Bilbo Baggins, Katniss Everdeen, Greg and Wirt, Sally Owens (Practical Magic), Doctor Who, Doctor Strange, Dwight Schrute, Oscar Martínez, Christine from Phantom of the Opera, and Elvira

🪐 favorite shows / series of all time? The Simpsons, Bob’s Burgers, the old Cartoon Cartoons, The Office, Parks and Rec, House, Doctor Who, Sherlock, Nip/Tuck, Sex and the City, Get Smart (we used to have TV Land and back in the 2000s, they showed things from the 60s all the time), Seinfeld, 3rd Rock from the Sun, 30 Rock, Top Gear/Grand Tour, Ab/Fab, Skins, Peep Show, Portlandia, Breaking Bad, Lost, Heroes, and Great British Baking Show

🌝 a show you would recommend to anyone? Peep Show. Funny as hell black comedy that actually does it right, like it’s not this painfully on-the-nose crap you see on the internet all the time.

🌚 a show you’d tell people to stay away from? Nothing I can think of. I say let people decide what they like and enjoy—I may not like it myself but that shouldn’t stop you.

🌹 favorite kinks to write for? belly kink, voice kink, lace leather and latex…. I have a huge laundry list of kinks behind me, and I mean huge and I know I’ll be here all night if I fire them off 😅

🥀 kinks you would never write for? cream pies, daddy kink, breeder kink. I’m not too keen about size kink, either.

🌊 a kink you would like to write but you think you’d be judged? I feel judged for all my kinks, tbh.

❄️ full fics, imagines or head canons? Full fics. I do like headcanons, though.

☂️ your favorite fanfic from another writer? Right now: “Dressed to Kill” from the Bob’s Burgers fandom. Can’t think of the author’s name at the moment but I reread it from my bookmarks yesterday and I forgot how much I loved it.

🍄 what is something that’s happened in your life that you wish you could go back and change? I wish I paid more attention to art when I was in high school because I kept being told that it’s not lucrative (and art classes back then were horribly underfunded, too, so I guess it’s good that I didn’t?).

⭐️ what is one of your biggest accomplishments? Why is it so important to you? When I won 1st place for my chocolate babka. I just kind of picked up baking last year, i wasn’t really expecting anything out of it!

🪻what is the toughest thing you had to go through, but can say you’ve successfully overcome? A lot of things. Systemic poverty. Sexism. Verbal and psychological abuse. Bullies. Sadist teachers. Near homelessness. Having my heart broken. Having friends die. Watching my stepdad drink himself to death. Realizing the love of my life lives thousands of miles away and he’s with someone who is slowly killing him. Eating disorders and mental illness. Being underweight. Being obese. Spending three days by myself after my mom was admitted to hospital. I’ve probably beaten some pretty scary inheritances as far as I know (breast cancer, diabetes, heart problems, colon problems…)

🌺 what is the best gift someone has ever given you and why is it so important? My best friend gave me this little figurine of Mickey Mouse with a clear rhinestone glued on his hand… when we were five years old. I still have it. I have it in my purse.

🍀 what is your comfort show/series and why is it your comfort show? How has it helped you? All the shows I mentioned above, but this year, the Top Gear/Grand Tour trio of Jeremy, James, and Richard have been my go-to. I pretty much grew up watching the three of them but they have given me the humor, the intellect, all of it, in a year that… I would much rather forget, if I’m honest.

Get to Know Me!

This is just a fun little thing I’ve been wanting to do since the dawn of time but could never find a post to reblog that satisfied what I wanted. So I made this, feel free to reblog and use it yourself!

❤️ how tall are you?

🧡 what is your sexuality?

💛 what is your favorite feature on yourself?

💚 where are you from?

🩵 do you have any pets?

💙 do you have any siblings?

💜 describe yourself in five words or less!

🩷 dream job?

🖤 favorite hobbies outside of your blog

🎂 when is your birthday?

🌙 your zodiac (Sun, Moon, Rising)

💉do you have tattoos and/or piercings

🚗 can you drive?

✈️ favorite place you’ve traveled

🎤 have you been to a concert

🎵 favorite artists

🎧 last song you listened too

📺 last show you watched

�� last thing you wrote

🔐 something no one would guess about you

🧟‍♀️ scariest thing that’s happened to you

🔥 craziest thing that’s ever happened to you

🍓 favorite food

🍅 least favorite food

🍊 favorite season?

🍋 favorite genre to read / watch / write

🍐 if you could make one character real, who would it be

🫐 some place you’d love to visit

🍇 a word your friends would use to describe you

🍒 what is your earliest memory

🍌 what is one talent you wish you had

💌 why did you start this blog?

✏️ when did you start writing fanfic

🖇️ what are your favorite asks to answer

📚 how do you come up with the fics you write

📌 what is the fic you’re know for

🔍 what character do you enjoy writing for the most

🖊️ what character do you not enjoy writing for

💔 is there a fic you wish you didn’t write

❤️‍🔥 what character do you simp for most often

🧚‍♀️ favorite characters of all time

🪐 favorite shows / series of all time

🌝 a show you would recommend to anyone

🌚 a show you’d tell people to stay away from

🌹 favorite kinks to write for

🥀 kinks you would never write for

🌊 a kink you would like to write but you think you’d be judged

❄️ full fics, imagines or head canons

☂️ your favorite fanfic from another writer

A couple of in depth questions!

🍄 what is something that’s happened in your life that you wish you could go back and change?

⭐️ what is one of your biggest accomplishments? Why is it so important to you?

🪻what is the toughest thing you had to go through, but can say you’ve successfully overcome?

🌺 what is the best gift someone has ever given you and why is it so important

🍀 what is your comfort show/series and why is it your comfort show? How has it helped you?

[serxeinxx]

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"yuuji?"

"Yeah?"

You were sitting down on your boyfriend's bed, waiting for him to finish his computer game with his friends. Luckily, it was a Friday night and you practically finished your work on time and decided to sleep with him today. Having a university life was stressful enough, thesis papers, presentations, and essays are killing you at some point. 

You looked at the window from his dorm. Boy, it was freezing. You looked at your boyfriend who was concentrating. One of the cute things about him is when he was concentrating, his tongue would always stick out on the corner of his mouth.

"uh huh, i'll be going to the mid lane, bro? Are you coming?" He asked. He was playing with his senior todo, and you had no idea when the two became close after one interaction. As far as you can know, Todo was the scariest guy in the university. Besides from his height and build. His attitude to others was shitty. He asked Yuuji one time who was his type of woman. 

"Shit! I died!" He yelled.

You looked at his screen, he was dead. The countdown to his revival was 90 seconds to be exact since the game was running a little longer, the longer the game runs, the longer the revival countdown was. He leaned back, and sighed. "y/n, were.. you saying something?"

"Yeah, how long until you finish the game? As far as i know, the last turret was down,"

"You know how to play this?"

You chuckled. "I do know some of the champions there, but I'm not so good at it though. I kept on dying. It was awful."

He signaled you to come to him. "Come here, sit on my lap," he gave this puppy eye look. You couldn't help it but to roll your eyes in a playful way. "Are you sure? I don't wanna be a bother."

He frowned at your reply. " Come ooon, you're not a bother, I missed you," he pleaded. You cracked a small smile and got up from the bed. "Fine, don't be pouty now," you went to him and welcomed you on his lap. Yuuji himself was a  sweet guy. Even in the first meeting you two had was kind of.. Funny. Nobara herself found it weird at you when you just simply laughed at his antics.. From the most dumb little things, and that’s the part when she realized that that was it.

He rested his face on the crook of your neck, giving you shivers all the way down from your spine to your head. Your face slowly becomes red at his actions. He felt your body jerked at his actions, and he just simply chuckled. “What? Am I being too sweet?” he teased. He purposely deepened the touch to make you even more flustered than you are just now.

“y-yuuji!”

He laughed at the way you shrieked at his touch. It was adorable, to him. Moments like these are very rare. Not that the two of you are not spending time with each other frequently, but small things like him playing games while you sit comfortably on his lap, cheering him, talking with him, and laughing with him is unique enough in other ways. Feeding him some of his favorite chips whenever he opens his mouth. You even surprised him with a quick peck then fed him with a chip to shut his mouth from saying something.

Soon enough, the game ended. He and his team lost. But in the end, he is the MVP. He has this supr pouty face whenever he lost in a game, or sometimes, if he was so into the game, he ended up becoming mad sometimes. You’re lucky enough he was not like his older brother sukuna, who has no patience and ended up with a broken bottle or two because of it.

He was now with you on his bed, laying down on your lap in exchange earlier. “Why don’t we watch some movies?” he asked. You slowly shook your head in disagreement. “Huh? Whyy?”

“Because…” you softly poked his forehead, “ you had enough playing computer games and it’s time for you to have a rest for your eyes.”

“What? You’re not my mom,” he huffed.

“Well certainly, I am not your mom.”

“But you will be.”

“.. You really need to stop hanging out with gojo.”

You covered up your face, using both of your palms. He just laughed it out. He should be thanking Gojo tomorrow. He got up and removed the hands on your face. He snorted to see your face. God, you are cute.

“You don’t have to cover yourself you know,” he leaned in and gave you a quick peck on the cheek, “the more you cover yourself from me,” another peck on the nose, “the more i want to tease you,” another peck on the lips.

His soft lips landed on your slightly dried lips. “You’re literally perfect y/n.”

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[loving-all-for-loki]

How about a Loki x reader.. Tony moves his baby sister into the compound after something happens to her but he won’t tell anyone what. She refuses to leave her room until everyone is in bed. She comes out one night and is caught by Loki. She immediately apologizes and becomes so shaken up that she drops her things and breaks a glass. Then it hits him why she was secretly moved in. Tony had discovered his little sister living in a bad situation with her now ex and suffered years of abuse. Loki decides then to take his time to make her feel safe again and they eventually fall for each other.

A/N: I hope this works! I got really sappy at the end, but I also don’t know how to end these one shots. This is a bit of a lengthy one, so bear with me.

He’s Not Him

Summary: Tony Stark has enough of his sister’s ex and moves her into the Avengers Tower. After taking notice of her shy and timid behavior, Loki digs deep at her past, making him want to make her feel safe.

Pairing: Loki x Stark!reader, Tony Stark x Sister!Reader

Word Count: 2993

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of domestic abuse, language

Forever Tags: @mm2305

Y/E/N - your ex’s name

*If you or someone you know is being domestically abused, please reach out to 911 or call 800.799.SAFE (7233) for help. Love you all*

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Tony storms into his sister's apartment. After standing outside of her door for a half hour, he bashed in the door at the the sound of a scream from inside. Frantically, he pushes his way around the furniture and bursts into your bedroom. His eyes go wide at the sight of you on the floor in a ball and your ex boyfriend above you with a fist out. Stark grabs your ex’s fist and rips him away from you, pushing him into your dresser.

“Get the fuck out!” Tony screams.

“Oh, the great Tony Stark is here. What are you going to do? Drop a bomb on me?”

You’ve never seen Tony’s skin turn so red. He storms forward and punches your ex square in the nose, sending him down on the ground. Tony unleashes all his energy until the man is left with a broken nose and multiple bruises.

“Get. Out.”

Your ex runs out of your room, without missing the chance to break a few things, and out of your apartment. You look up out of your ball to see Tony rushing to your side with panic in his eyes. He lifts up your head as you climb into his lap.

“Come here, darling. You’re okay. You’re safe now.” He coos.

You cry into the crook of his shoulder as he rocks you back and forth, his hand on your back.

“I’m getting you out of here,” He says, placing you on your bed, “I’m taking you to the tower with us.”

Tony leaves you on your bed as he gets a suitcase and packs your things. He gathers all of your clothes and some of your possessions like books, drawings, and others. You can feel the tears starting to dry on your skin as you stop crying. Tony doesn’t miss the way you start to uncurl and the bruises on your neck show up. His face drops to see the choking marks on your neck.

“I’m… so sorry, Y/N. I should have been here to protect you.”

You shake your head at him as he joins you on the bed. Tony reaches around your head to undo your ponytail and cover the bruises.

“There, now no one will ask you about them.”

You give him a gentle smile which eases him a little. He leans forward and kisses your forehead before taking your hand and helping you up. Tony and you walk out of your building and into the garage where Happy is in the car. He drops you off for five minutes to go talk to your landlord about you leaving.

“You’re going to be okay,” Happy reassures you.

“Thanks,” you manage to get out.

He gives you a warm smile. He has always made you smile throughout the years. Tony comes back, joins you in the car, and takes off to the tower.

Upon arrival, you look up at the large tower in awe. You’ve visited a couple of times, but that was a year ago since your ex didn’t allow you to see Tony much. It’s always been impressive. You were thankful for Tony letting you live on your own and make something of your own life instead of letting you mooch off of his fortune, but you do regret sometimes not letting him support you more. You were always so proud of him.

Tony carries your luggage as he leads you to the elevators. He looks down at you every so often, noticing the anxious way you bite your nails.

“You’re safe here. We have the best security and you’ll be surrounded by trained assassins and heroes. They’ll protect you, I promise.”

You nod your head at Tony’s words. As much as they help you, you don’t really want to see or talk to anyone. After having your ex break into your house every day for two weeks, you want to be alone except for the occasional visit from Tony.

The elevator doors open and reveal you and your brother to the Avengers who are all lounging in the living area. They turn to look at you with puzzled faces, making you nervous and hide behind Tony’s arm. He lets you stay behind him instead of forcing you to say hi as you exit the elevator.

“Everyone, this is my sister, Y/N. She’s going to stay here from now on so be nice to her,” Tony announces.

Everyone says hi to you but you stay silent behind Tony. He doesn’t question it even though the others look at one another in concern. Steve thinks to himself that you can’t be that rude, but given the way you look, everything must be very different to you from the rest of your life. You look shocked and scared.

Looking at the Avengers, you take in each and everyone’s appearance. Bucky and Nat look the scariest in your opinion and you make a mental note to stay away from them. Sam, Steve, and Clint look nice, but Wanda looks like the sweetest lady in the universe. She has a smile that warms your heart. Turning to your right, you see two very tall men standing and staring at you.

The taller one has blonde hair and a big grin on his face. He has a large stature, but he does not look intimidating. He has a golden retriever energy to him, but the man next to him is a different story. With his pitch black hair and powerful stand, the other man stares at you with daggers in his eyes. He sends shivers down your spine without saying anything.

You drag your eyes away from the intimidating man and follow Tony down the hallway. He leads you to your room where you get settled in, unpacking your clothes and putting away your things. Laying in the bed, you take a big nap which is needed. You feel as if you let out a breath you’ve been holding for days. The idea of being away from your ex finally settles in and you feel the wave of relief wash over your body, letting you drift away into sleep.

You’re woken up by Tony letting you know dinner is being served. He lets you know that you’re not being expected to come out and eat with everyone, which you appreciate. Ten minutes later, he comes by your room and slips a plate of food in your room as he opens the door, letting you eat alone.

Tony returns to the living room by the other Avengers eating and gathered around the couch. He takes his plate and sits next to Pepper who has her own food, smiling at him as he joins.

“So, your sister?” Sam asks.

“Don’t even think about it. She is not to date any of you.”

“Woah, I didn’t say that,” Sam laughs.

“But we know what you meant,” Steve chuckles, rolling his eyes, “She seems shy.”

“She is. You probably won’t get a lot out of her.”

“Can I ask why she’s staying her?”

“No.”

Steve shares a look with Bucky. The elevator door opens and Peter walks into the living room.

“You guys started dinner without me?” He asks, jokingly.

“Early birds get the worm,” Steve laughs.

The group chuckles and keeps eating their food.

“Is Y/N a new Avenger?” Steve asks.

Tony sighs and rolls his eyes at the question. Everyone notices the annoyance in Tony with talking about you and collectively decide to stop asking questions. It’s clear he doesn’t want to talk about you much.

“No, she’s not.”

“Who’s Y/N?” Peter asks.

“I’ll fill you in later,” Nat replies.

The day goes by fast and you find yourself staring out at New York in the moonlight. You have always enjoyed the night time. They say New York is the city that never sleeps, but you’ve always found peace and warmth in the New York night. Everyone goes out to party or to bed. It’s a time of joy and relaxment.

You hear the last door shut for the night, signally everyone going to bed. Looking outside of your door, you don’t spot anyone so you sprint outside to the kitchen with your empty dinner plate. Upon entering it, you search the walls for the light switch for about five minutes. There’s no other light than that except for the over. You finally find it and switch it on. As you turn around, you’re startled by the frightening black haired man standing there.

Scared, you drop your plate, shattering it on the tile floor. Your eyes go wide as you start to back up against the wall. Without saying anything, the man takes a step forward, scaring you half to death. Your mind plays tricks on you and all you can think about is your ex breaking into your home. You start to have a panic attack, sliding down against the wall, and curling up into a ball.

You miss the way Loki’s eyes go wide. He watches you descend into an anxiety attack and doesn’t know what to do, knowing he’s who caused it. Quickly, he rushes down the hallways and bangs on Tony’s doors.

“What do you want, Reindeer Games?” He groans.

“Your sister…”

Tony doesn’t wait for another word for following Loki down the corridor. He spots you panicking in the corner of the kitchen and grabs you, lifting you into his lap. You grab onto his neck and pull him close, crying into him. He lifts you up and carries you off to your room without saying a word to Loki, leaving him standing in the kitchen agape.

Not knowing what to do and unable to relax, Loki makes his way to his room and opens up an old laptop Thor had gotten him. After spending thirty minutes just to figure out how to work it, he starts googling things about you. He starts with your name and finds multiple articles on you and Tony, the Stark Industry Golden Children. You left when you were eighteen, wanting to make your own life and not follow in the family’s footsteps. He gives you credit for being yourself, something he had struggled with. He knows the feeling, not wanting to be your family.

Then a certain website catches his eye, Facebook. He finds a profile of you filled with photos and text. There are some of you with friends in the town, a couple of old coworkers wishing you a happy birthday, then there’s a photo of you with a man. There are no other photos of you with him other than this one a couple months ago. He keeps scrolling to find more photos of you with him, but they all stop after that first one. Clicking on something tagged in the caption, another profile pops up.

Y/E/N’s profile. Filled with photos of drunk nights at the club, shirtless gym time, and quotes from misogynistic authors, Loki finds himself despising this man he does not know. He scrolls through finding very little of you in his account, as if you don’t matter as much to him as he does to you. Closing his computer, Loki decided to go check on you. He’s frustrated by whoever this man is, not knowing whether he’s important or not.

Loki peeks into your room to see Tony laying next to you, brushing through your hair with his fingers. Tony looks up and meets him in the eyes. There’s slight anger, but Loki doesn’t feel pushed away. He takes a step in before Tony leans into your ear and whispers. You look up and over to Loki, but you don’t ask him to leave. Loki continues to walk into your bedroom quietly, but with a small gentle smile on his face.

“I’m sorry for scaring you earlier,” he says, “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know. Thanks,” you mutter.

Your voice is small and timid like a mouse. He can hear the hesitation in your voice, not knowing whether he should talk to you or not.

“Are… you okay?”

“Yes.”

Another awkward pregnant pause erupts between the two of you. Loki looks around your room as Tony continues to hold you. He whispers into your ear again before leaving.

“I’m going to go back to my room,” he says, “call me if you need me okay?”

“Thanks, Tony.”

“Of course, anything for my little sister.”

He kisses your forehead and heads out of your room, leaving you and Loki alone. You don’t mind his presence anymore. After Tony tells you that Loki isn’t your ex and you’re okay, you’ve accepted him.

“I have to ask… who is that man on Facebook?”

Loki gives you a quizzical look. You think for a moment about how Loki got on Facebook and what guy he’s talking about.

“His name is Y/E/N.”

Your body clenches at the sound of his name and Loki takes a step back, looking at you. He’s never seen anyone physically close up just from a name. It may be some Midgardians thing he doesn’t understand, but the way that you are shaking, he thinks otherwise. He sits down next to you and wraps his arms around your shoulders. You lean into his touch as you attempt to calm down.

He’s not here. I’m safe. He’s not here. I’m safe.

You keep repeating that in your head, reminding yourself that you’re safe in the tower like Tony said. Looking up at Loki, you see his concerned face. He cares. This man you barely know cares about you.

He’s not him. He’s not him. He’s not him.

“I don’t think I properly introduced myself. I’m being quite an ass asking you these questions without manners. I’m Loki.”

Loki, not Y/E/N. He’s not him. He’s not him.

“Well, L-Loki,” you say with a stutter, “He’s uh… my ex. Ex boyfriend.”

“Ah.”

He nods as he takes in the information at hand. Your ex, who makes you quiver in fear even over people who have done nothing to her, has no photos of you. He shares his lavish lifestyle that most would presume belongs to a single man. Loki looks back at your depressed ridden face. The color in your skin has drained from you and you’re staring blank cold at the wooden floors under your bed. Loki places a hand on your neck to move your hair and give you a light massage, but you flinch away from him before he is able.

Loki’s never seen so much fear and worry in someone’s eyes before. You jerk away from him muttering yourself, as if it were taking everything in you to not scream. He looks over you to see bruises along your neck where your hair had moved from when you moved. A wave of anger runs through his body, infuriating him. He did that to you. That’s why you’re so afraid of him.

“Did he-”

“Yes.”

Loki rises from your bed and clenches his fists. You see the anger pouring from him and rush to his side before he can storm off. You grab his arms and force him to look at you.

“Please, don’t… don’t do anything.”

“Why shouldn’t I? No man should ever do that to a woman, especially you.”

“Just let it be.”

He releases his fist but the fury in his eyes doesn't. You pull him towards you to make him sit again. Moving in closer, you lean into him. Loki wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his lap. The two of you lay down in your bed, you curled up on him as he held you, running his fingers in your hair.

For some reason, Loki feels as if he has to protect you. The way you ball up gives him this sense of innocence about you. You haven’t done anything to deserve those injuries, just live your life and try to find love. Loki always knew there was a good reason to hate Midgardians, not just for their stupidity and now he’s found it.

The two of you fall asleep without realizing it. The light from the sun peaking in the windows wakes you. Stirring in bed, you look up to see Loki under you, his arms holding you against him by your waist. You're cradled into his chest as his chin barely rests on the top of your head. Loki’s eyes flutter open at the feeling of you moving on top of him. He looks down at you and smiles.

The way the light shines on your face makes you look angelic. Your smile warms his heart and the warmth of your body against him makes his heart jump. You turn over to face him, leaning up on your shoulders over his head.

“Hi.”

“Hello, darling.”

“You slept here.”

“Both of us did, actually,” he laughs.

You drop your head laughing. Loki’s sweet laugh fills the room and blesses your ears. He’s not too bad to be around. He’s quite kind and sweet.

“Thank you for last night.”

“For what? If I remember correctly, I gave you a panic attack.”

“I mean the way you calmed me down and held me. It was needed.”

“Well, I’m glad I could do that for you.”

Loki means it when he says it. Looking at you now, there’s not much he wouldn’t do for you. You don’t deserve what the world gives you, especially that asshole Y/E/N. He would hold you for the rest of time if that meant keeping you safe.

You won’t lie either when you tell Loki he makes you feel safe. Every day before he sneaks off to his room so the others don’t know he spends the night with you, you tell him that he makes you safe. He never believes you. He’s shocked that anyone could feel safe with a monster like him, but after all to you, Loki is not him.

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in my jasipercabeth feels so here’s how they fell in love

these are all part of a bigger jasipercabeth fic i’m working on that i’ll post on ao3 so let me know if you like what you see so far

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Annabeth Being In Love With Percy

Annabeth had been helplessly in love with Percy Jackson since they were twelve years old. He had been drenched to the bone, covered in monster dust and crying deliriously as Grover and Annabeth supported him, and yet Annabeth could tell. This one was dangerous. This one was someone you should be afraid of.

So naturally she adored him. He was the cutest, dorkiest, most powerful person Annabeth had ever met. He knew everything there was to know about dinosaurs (because he had been really into them as a kid) and could destroy the entire water system in a forty story building with a sneeze; what wasn't to love? Even before he was claimed as the son of Poseidon, Grover use to whine to Annabeth via Iris message about how his new half blood was a complete nerd about ocean life and marine biology.

"Seriously, Annabeth. Today, out of nowhere, he told me that tiger sharks are a species of requiem sharks and the only extant member of the genus Galeocerdo. What the heck is a requiem shark?! And then! He pronounced Galeocerdo no problem and then messed up the word the. The, Annabeth!"

So Annabeth knew without a doubt she was screwed as soon as she saw him. It was Romeo and Juliet from the very beginning, she was a daughter of Athena, he was a son of Poseidon, they were doomed in every sense of the word. But Percy was stubborn and Annabeth was in love so they plowed through anyways.

And Hera took him from her.

The months when Percy was missing were the scariest, darkest months of Annabeth's life and she had been through Tartarus. Even looking back, she ranked those months as the worst months of her life. Her sleep schedule was non existent, she rarely ate full meals and she took on any and every monster that crossed her path. She turned darker than she thought she could go as she asked/begged/tortured for information on where Percy was.

Without Percy by her side, Annabeth felt like half a person and half a maniac. Percy had kept her grounded, kept her level, kept her sane. Without him, she was going crazy. She gave up on meaningless camp activities, isolated herself from her siblings and camp friends, anything that had nothing to do with finding Percy wasn't worth her time or interest and soon, people gave up on helping her. There was only so much they could do for someone who didn't want to be helped.

And then Jason remembered.

He remembered where he came from and they fit all the pieces together; everything pointed to Percy being at Camp Jupiter and yet, Annabeth still went out on search and rescue missions. She canvased all of New York as she waited impatiently for the Argo II to be finished. When they did finally start their journey to California, it took all of her will power to be the leader that her crew needed. Being level headed hadn't come easily to her in the last few months and with every mile they traveled closer to California, her skin crawled.

How many times had they been in California without realizing there was an entire camp only a few miles away? Hell, Annabeth had lived in California and never seen a camp or camper aside from Thalia and Luke.

When they finally made it, Annabeth nearly jumped ship on sight. She was so close. He was so close. Everything in her needed him to be here. She couldn't take it if he wasn't. Arguing with Terminus used the last of her strength and by the time she got to the ground, Annabeth had tunnel vision as she swept the sea of Roman faces looking for the Greek.

There.

Messy black hair, troublemaker smile, sea green eyes. He was here. He was alive. He was safe. Annabeth didn't care about protocols or first impressions or manners, she didn't care because he was in front of her and she needed to be closer. She sprinted without a thought to crash into him, jumping on him with all the trust in the world as she hugged him tightly. Percy caught her without trouble, as he always had, and his arms circled around her just as tightly.

"I missed you so much," he breathed out but Annabeth could only let out a wet, raw sob of absolute relief as a reply. Pulling apart just enough to sit up in his hold, Annabeth kissed him with every emotion in her. His lips still tasted the same, like sea salt, and she lost herself in the intense familiarity. When they finally separated and Annabeth's feet were back on solid ground, Percy's hands cupping her face, Annabeth felt her soul return to her body. She felt the very essence of herself fit back inside her mind and she blinked.

The next second, Percy had been judo flipped to the cobblestones and she had her knee on his chest, her forearm against his throat as she choked on white hot tears of anger. Percy laughed as the wind returned to his lungs.

"If you ever leave me like that again, I swear to all the gods-"

"I know, I know. Your mother made a very similar threat once." Annabeth's roar of anger dulled and she stood up, taking her knee off his chest and her arm away from his throat, offering him a hand up instead. Percy got to his feet and adjusted his grip on her hand so they were holding hands, fingers laced together like they were made especially for one another. Annabeth took a deep breath as Percy pulled her into his side and the smell of sea salt, sweat, metal and the beach filled her nose, grounding her even more.

Being in love with Percy Jackson was the best thing to happen to her.

Percy Being In Love With Annabeth

Percy knew Annabeth was pretty, the very sight of her made his heart stutter all the time, but never had she looked more beautiful than when he thought he had lost her. They were picking up the Di Angelo siblings and Annabeth, always the bravest of them all, went toppling over the cliff. Percy nearly screamed his lungs raw.

It had all been down hill from there; his love and adoration for the blonde had just snowballed. He fell helplessly in love with her, with every aspect of her. He loved her eyes, her laugh, her hair, her sense of humor, her hatred of the gods, her ability to make everything else matter significantly less, her knowledge, her nerdy comments, her ability to put up with him. Everything about Annabeth was perfect.

So when his memories were just gone and he woke up with nothing but a name, invincible skin and a streak of gray hair, Percy fought his way to a laptop. He must have Googled 'Annabeth' at least thirteen times and every single time it was vague and there was hardly any information. Many a library computer had fallen victim to his frustration and Percy started making his way to Camp Jupiter, looking for any sign or information on 'Annabeth' as he went.

Nobody at camp knew of an Annabeth but he was certain that they had met at a camp, pretty similar to Camp Jupiter too. Everybody he met, he asked about Annabeth. He wasn't exactly sure who she was to him but he knew that his entire being ached with the distance between them, he missed her so badly his chest felt like it was about to cave in, he loved her very much, impossibly so.

The streak in his hair had something to do with Annabeth, camp had something to do with Annabeth, hell, even the entire state of California screamed Annabeth at him. She was so involved with every aspect of his life, it seemed like it would have been impossible to get rid of her. Like, even if she had dumped him or they didn't talk anymore, Percy would have seen her everywhere in everything and everyone.

Memories of Annabeth were the first thing to return. It was like somebody was playing a slideshow in his brain because every time he remembered something, a flood of images of the same blond girl would accompany the memory. Annabeth, sitting on the beach and burying her toes in the sand, Annabeth, laughing and singing around a campfire, Annabeth, sleepy and soft in the bed next to him with moonlight beaming across her face, Annabeth, eating blue birthday cake and making faces at him from across an apartment full of blurry faces. Annabeth.

Percy didn't want to sacrifice the quest and leave Hazel and Frank on their own, that would be a dick move. But he remembered Annabeth. He knew who she was, he knew he had to find her, he knew he loved her more than life itself. He knew she was in New York.

When more memories returned, memories of quests and camp and friends and death and his mom and Paul, Percy found it harder and harder to keep his focus on the quest and not on the fastest way back to New York. He calculated distances and bus fares and how fast he could get there by boat, how fast by car, how fast by train. He needed to know how far he was from her and how soon he could get back to her at any given time. It gave him a very vague sense of comfort that he knew who she was and where she was, where he was supposed to be.

After the quest was over, when Hazel and Frank had come back from dragging the Giant into Canada and being ninety percent sure Percy had toppled to his death over a cliff, Percy considered jetting off to New York right away. His heart ached with how much he longed for the comfort of home and Annabeth. Annabeth.

But he had gone back to camp with Frank and Hazel, helped them fight the army and hold the camp. Once again, he had played the part of a good soldier and fought to save a camp, playing into his gods chosen role and making his skin crawl in the process. Percy remembered feeling something inside of him snap around his third monster of the battle, the feeling that these monsters were keeping him from seeing Annabeth made his brain fuzzy with frustration until eventually, he only saw red. Waves of water washed over the camp in a relentless fury, pounding monsters to the ground over and over again as Percy slashed and stabbed and sliced through them like they were pigeons.

He thinks he collapsed with exhaustion after that because he dreamed of Annabeth, of everything they had gone through together over the years. He saw their first quest and the lotus casino, setting animals free in St. Louis, falling from the Arch, the Sea of Monsters and the Golden Fleece, saving Thalia and rescuing Nico and Bianca, losing Bianca, losing Nico, losing Zoe, holding the sky and getting matching gray streaks, traveling the Labyrinth, meeting deranged family members, their first kiss, being blown out of a volcano, becoming invincible, the Battle of Manhattan, losing Luke, losing more campers than they should have, their underwater kiss.

When he woke up, his heart felt like somebody was holding it in their fist. He had dried tears on his face. He felt heavy with exhaustion but he dragged himself from the bed and took a bath, the water lessening his exhaustion immensely, before tugging on clean clothes. He was all set to go to New York right then and there without breakfast or telling anyone or getting any help, he just didn't think he could take being away from Annabeth for another day. It had already been far too long and he could feel his self control slipping out of his grasp.

And then Frank dropped by and he was pushed into a senate meeting and then a scroll was dropping into his lap and Annabeth was coming to him. Annabeth was coming to him.

She was almost there. He just had to wait a little while longer. He just had to walk down to the valley. He just had to make it fifty or so yards. He just had to wait for her to climb down a ladder. He couldn't wait.

There was a clear divide between the Romans and the Greeks but Percy only saw her. Everything that had happened to him over the last few weeks meant nothing, his exhaustion was gone, he wasn't hungry, he wasn't anything because nothing mattered except for the fact that Annabeth was here. She had found him. She was here.

Annabeth sprinted at him and Percy caught her as easily as breathing, his arms crushing her into him as she wrapped him up in her legs and arms like she couldn't bear not touching him with every part of her body. Percy's eyes watered and his body flooded with emotions he couldn't and wouldn't make sense of as he held on to Annabeth like she was his soul life line.

"I missed you so much," was all he could manage as he gripped her tightly. He felt more than heard her sob into his shoulder and he squeezed his eyes shut as he tightened his grip impossibly. Annabeth sat up in his hold and kissed him and Percy felt like his brain was going to explode from how familiar it all was to hold her and kiss her and be with her. It had felt so wrong being on a quest without her, so wrong being at a camp without her, so wrong being in California without her. But now, she was here and everything was so, so right.

Kissing Annabeth was right. So he did. Until neither one of them could breathe anymore. When she pulled away and Percy slowly put her down, moving his hands up to hold her face, he felt his self control slide back into his skin, the reins falling into his hands.

And then Annabeth judo flipped him.

Percy laughed. He couldn't help it. Judo flipping him after kissing him was so entirely Annabeth it made his head spin with giddiness, with recognition, with love.

"If you ever leave me like that again, I swear to all the gods-"

"I know, I know," Percy cut her off with a grin. "Your mother made a very similar threat once." Annabeth had pulled away, stood up, offered her hand just as she had done dozens of times before when they had sparred and she always beat him. Percy got to his feet and wove their fingers together, squeezing her hand and pulling her into his side because he missed her godsdammit and he didn't think he could handle not touching her after months of being separated.

Being in love with Annabeth Chase was something so familiar and easy to Percy it was like breathing.

Piper Falling In Love With Jason

Even knowing that everything she had "experienced" with Jason had been nothing but a trick of the mist, Piper couldn't help falling in love with him. He was kind and caring, sweet and fierce. Everything Piper needed, she could find in Jason.

She could pinpoint the exact moment she realized she was still in love with him.

Over their quest, she convinced herself that they were just at the beginning of their relationship again. Using that logic, is was easy to be friends with Jason. They avoided death together every couple of hours, they could be friends. It was easy. Leo used humor as his coping mechanism and Piper rolled with it, making jokes and laughing with the guys as they ate tacos in a sewer. Jason, proving that ignorance was bliss, laughed with them and cracked his own jokes. When all was said and done, and they were on their way back to camp, Piper ended up leaning against Jason. She was exhausted but her mind was still coursing with adrenaline, no way for her to fall asleep until it stopped, and Jason held out his hand, palm up. Piper looked up at him and found the same soft, caring and open face that she had "imagined" on the roof top.

"Come on, Pipes. We fought a titan together, you shouldn't be scared of my hand," he teased, nudging her shoulder with his. Piper smiled and laced their fingers together. When they got back to camp, Piper was finally exhausted and after telling Chiron everything, he sent them to their cabins to rest. Piper managed a shower and some clean pajamas before falling onto her bed, expecting to fall asleep right away, but she lay tossing and turning for a few minutes before recognizing the panic in her chest.

Huffing angrily, she hauled herself out of her bed and made her way across the little half circle of cabins to the Hephaestus cabin. She knocked, but only because she was scared that if she didn't the door knob would burn her hand to a crisp or launch a net over her or something. It opened a few seconds later and Piper slid inside easily.

"Can I help you?" A voice asked in the dim orange lighting that looked like lava but was probably more like melted metal.

"I can't sleep and I think it's because I don't know where Leo is. Well, I know where he is but I have to see it with my own eyes so I don't have a panic attack and freak out like a total spaz or something."

"Post quest anxiety," the voice said in understanding. "His bunk is over there." A laser beam pointed to a bunk and Piper slipped across the floor carefully. Leo was passed out on his bed, grease still smudging his fingers and cheeks but Piper was pretty sure it was a permanent part of his skin at this point, and she let out a breath she hadn't known had been building in her chest. Leo apparently hadn't been as lucky as her and he was still in his clothes, tool belt and all as he lay diagonally on his bed.

Piper untied his shoes and tugged them off, shoving them under his bed before taking his tool belt and draping it over the end of his bed. She scooped him up like the sack of flour that he was and put him on the bed correctly, tugging his blanket over him before brushing some of his curls from his face. Even if her time with Jason at the Wilderness school had been nothing but a false memory, the ones with Leo had been real. He was like her little brother.

Making sure Leo was safe and still asleep, Piper bid the counselor good night and slipped back outside, making her way to the Zeus cabin as a bit of the anxiety in her chest lessened. A pair of sock clad feet were dangling from the roof and Piper let herself inside the cabin before climbing up to the roof via the massive statue in the middle of the cabin. Shuffling over to the edge, Piper sat down next to Jason. The harpies were circling the camp but every time they tried to get close to Jason a gust of wind sent them somersaulting away and eventually they left him alone all together.

Piper looked out at the beach, waves lapping at the sand and making the moonlight dance on it's rippling surface. It made her heart hurt for Malibu and home, where her dad was still healing under Hedge's orders. The sky, which should have been too polluted this close to the city, was incredibly clear and Piper could find constellations easily, Greek and Cherokee alike. It was deceptively peaceful.

"Can't sleep?" Piper asked softly as her eyes flicked from constellation to constellation.

"Remembering too much," Jason replied in the same soft tone, and didn't that just stab Piper in the chest? Her heart clenched at what Jason could be remembering, a girlfriend probably knowing her luck, but she pushed it down, remembering that they were just friends now and that even if they weren't, Jason getting his memory back was an amazing thing.

"You think that if you go to sleep, you'll stop remembering," Piper deduced, finding the Delphinus constellation above her. Jason was quiet, not answering for a beat, before he gave a single nod that Piper saw out of the corner of her eye. Piper stayed quiet as she found the Orion and Aquila constellations. Focusing on the stars and not on the feeling growing in her stomach, Piper spoke. "What if you go to sleep, and you keep remembering?" Jason turned to look at her but Piper kept her gaze on the stars, looking for the Perseus constellation now. "What if, you go to sleep and your life plays like a movie in your dreams and when you wake up, you're Jason Grace?" Piper could practically hear Jason's brain working to think of a response, she could picture the look on his face without turning around which was good because she was pretty sure that if she looked at him she would start crying.

"I don't think I'm willing to risk that," he finally said. Piper's shoulders grew heavier.

"I need you to," she told him, finally turning away from the stars to make herself look him in the eyes. The eyes she had fallen in love with. The eyes she had looked at so many times before. The eyes she had false memories of looking at her. "I need you to risk it because if you can't sleep, I can't sleep and I'm tired, Jason. I'm so tired," she admitted, eyes watering at the honesty she hadn't even let herself believe until that moment. Jason's eyes, the ones she had fallen in love with, the ones she had looked at so many times before, the ones she had false memories of, turned soft and held nothing but care as he got to his feet and lifted Piper into his arms.

She closed her eyes, tears spilling down her cheeks, and looped her arms around his neck as she leaned her head against his shoulder. Jason floated down to the cabin floor below and carried Piper to a section that was away from the statue's creepy eyes. He sat on the floor, Piper in his lap, and hugged her. Piper tried not to cry, she tried to stop the tears that kept falling, but it was futile and she ended up whimpering into Jason's shoulder as the full force of her emotions, which were dialed to eleven because of who her mom was, crashed over her.

Jason held her until her body stopped shaking on it's own, until her cheeks were dry, until she was no longer hiding her face in his shirt but trying not to look at his eyes. She felt the wind return under her and they were flying again, this time Jason landing in front of the Aphrodite cabin, Piper still in his arms, and he pushed the door open with a small gust. He walked to her bed and laid her down gently, tugged the blanket up around her and made sure she was all set before sitting on the side of her bed and tilting her chin so she was looking him in the eyes. Every single false memory Piper had ever had with Jason was wiped clean and replaced with the way his eyes looked right then. They were full of pain and anger but not at her. For her.

"Go to sleep, Piper," his voice was barely above a whisper since Piper's siblings were sleeping all around them, but Piper felt her heart beat steady nonetheless. "I'm right here." Piper was flooded with warmth as the promise slipped past his lips and his fingers disappeared from under her chin, finding her own on top of her blanket and lacing them together.

"Goodnight, sparky," Piper whispered as her eyes became heavy and the anxiety in her chest disappeared completely, replaced with nothing but love for the blonde sat beside her.

"Goodnight, sleep tight, beauty queen."

Jason Falling In Love With Piper

Jason didn't remember Piper but he liked her. She was pretty and smart and always so ready to fight; like an angry chihuahua. He liked the little braids in her hair and the feather she had woven in, the colorful threads that wound around little sections. She was so colorful all the time, despite trying to downplay her looks and make herself appear as unappealing as possible. Jason liked it.

After going on a quest with her and trusting her with his life without a doubt more times than Jason could pinpoint, it seemed natural to align himself with the Aphrodite cabin. Since he was the only child of Jupiter, Zeus always made his head feel fuzzy, he got to make his own schedule and doing everything with Piper seemed like second nature so he joined the Aphrodite cabin as they scaled the lava wall, practiced their archery, partook in aerial combat practice with the pegasi, picked strawberries in the fields, and made arts and crafts that they usually decorated their cabin with.

Piper was competitive, a trait that made Jason's stomach do acrobatics every time she grinned at him in challenge, and she always raced against him in camp activities. They practically flew up the lava wall as they grinned and tried to kick the other, more arrows had gotten damaged during the Aphrodite/Zeus lesson than any other time in camp history, and Jason always triumphed over Piper in arts and crafts.

Sometimes, after the day had died down, Jason and Piper would sneak out of their cabins to sit on the beach. Jason liked to listen to Piper tell him the Cherokee stories about the constellations and the ocean and more often than not, he wound up laying with his head in her lap as she talked and pointed to the sky. It became a regular thing as they waited for Leo and his siblings to finish the Argo II.

One night, when they were sitting on the beach and looking at the stars as Piper's hands carded through Jason's hair, Jason told Piper he wished she was more free. They had been worried all day about Leo finishing the ship in time and even now, sitting on the sand and looking at the ocean, their shoulders were heavy with anxieties. Jason had told Piper what he remembered of Camp Jupiter and she had listened and played with his hair, smiling every time Jason's body started to buzz with electricity from his excitement about talking about his friends, electricity that made Piper's hair float out like somebody was holding a balloon above her head. They had fallen into a comfortable silence but Jason's mind was still whirring with a million thoughts a minute, despite the relaxed state his body was in, and he spoke up.

"You can be beautiful," Jason said, bringing Piper's kaleidoscope eyes to his face. Piper tilted her head with confusion, an amused smile on her lips.

"Thank you?"

"No, I mean, you are allowed to be beautiful," Jason tried again, huffing in frustration when it still didn't come  out like how he meant it. Piper didn't say anything as she waited for him to calm down enough to straighten out his thoughts, confusion still lingering on her features. "If you like your style right now, that's completely fine too but just because you're a child of Aphrodite doesn't mean you aren't as tough as the Ares cabin. You can wear makeup and designer clothes and bash in skulls too." Something in Piper's eyes shifted and she returned her hand to carding through Jason's hair. "I mean, only if you want to. You don't have to, I just think that-" Piper pressed a finger to his lips, effectively silencing his nervous rambling, before returning her hand to his hair, eyes looking out at the ocean again.

"I used to cut my own hair because I didn't want to look like my dad," Piper started. "He was handsome, radiated power, attracted attention everywhere he went. I didn't want to live in his shadow as just another pretty, spoiled rich kid. So I cut my hair, I wore ripped clothes, I tried to hide from the media. I got shipped off to boarding schools because I would get in trouble and there, my style was rebellious and wild. It gave me an edge that I could use to just survive in those places. At Wilderness, Leo used to give me some of his hand me downs so my street kid look would be authentic. He said, "Your clothes have to say 'hey, I've seen things', mami."

Piper took a breather for a second as she smiled at the memory, Jason laying patiently as he looked up at her face. She was looking at the ocean in front of them so he could technically see right up her nose, but he liked to look at her almond shaped eyes and long eyelashes instead. She was always so pretty no matter how he looked at her and Jason would never get tired of looking at her.

"I think I'm still trying to survive," she finally said. "We're about to go on another quest, we're leaving the safety of camp, we're definitely going to be fighting for our lives, now isn't the time to become a different person. I like other clothes, I thought about growing my hair out, the makeup is growing on me, but the timing isn't in my favor. Maybe after," she said lightly, like she wasn't sure after was a guaranteed deal.

Jason was hopelessly, irretrievably, and completely in love with her.

"You're so smart," he complimented, turning so he could loop his arms around her waist, head resting on her thigh as he faced her stomach, looking up at her face with nothing but fondness. Piper smiled down at him as she ran a hand through his hair.

"Is this just your way of trying to see me in a sundress?" She teased.

"Maybe." Piper laughed, tilting her head back and full on laughing as Jason grinned and chuckled with her.

Piper Falling In Love With Annabeth

Piper apparently had a thing for blonds. Her appreciation for Jason's hair hadn't gone unnoticed by her boyfriend and she usually ran her hands through it while they were sitting on the beach or laying in bed, Jason leaning into the touch without a second thought.

But Annabeth's hair was also blond. And it was long, and curly and absolutely begging for help in that dreadful ponytail.

"Alright, Annabeth," Piper sighed as she hefted a bag full of hair supplies onto the girl's bed, "go take a shower so I can take care of this mess you call hair."

"What?"

"I'm teaching you proper hair care, now go," Piper chided, flopping onto Annabeth's bed and opening a magazine so Annabeth couldn't argue. The blond had been so sleep deprived lately that Piper doubted she had the strength to construct an argument but she didn't give her room to, reading the latest on Paris fashion trends as Annabeth headed for the shower building.

Piper was still on Annabeth's bed, now talking with one of Annabeth's sisters about eyeshadow pallets, when Annabeth shuffled back in, more tired than before but now fresh from the shower. She had already changed into pajamas despite the fact that it was only four in the afternoon and Piper tracked her as she walked across the cabin in her shorts and Hoover dam t-shirt, hair twisted up in her towel as she dumped her dirty clothes into her trunk.

"Come sit," Piper instructed as she pat the spot next to her. "Now, I'm going to show you everything and tell you what it's for and what order to use it in but I don't think you're going to retain any of this information because you're tired. Ready?"

"Uh-huh," Annabeth managed, eyes blinking heavily. Piper showed her the products she was using, how much she was using and explained what they did as she brushed them through Annabeth's hair with her fingers, working the products into it carefully. Annabeth's head was like a loose bobble head as she let Piper maneuver her however she wished. Every time Piper's nails lightly scratched her scalp, Annabeth's eyes rolled to the back of her head before closing all together in bliss.

"Now, to keep all of my hard work safe from that horrendous ponytail you insist on wearing, we're going to try a different hair style. Still out of your face but protective of your curls," Piper promised as she dropped the bottle of product she finished using into the bag. Annabeth just nodded and Piper pulled a pencil from the bag, separating Annabeth's hair into five separate sections, two small groupings on the sides and one bigger one down the middle.

Fingers gently separating the first section into three pieces, Piper began braiding close to Annabeth's scalp in a corn row fashion. Once the braid was away from Annabeth's scalp, Piper's fingers flew and she finished it in no time, tying it off with one of the miniature elastics she had packed. Doing the same with the other small braids, Piper tied them off before doing the bigger braid, making it look more like a French braid than a cornrow. She added a bit of volume before tucking silver hoops, some with feather charms, into the braids and a few silver coils over the elastics.

"There we go. All finished, honey," Piper said, patting Annabeth's shoulders gently as she looked at her handiwork and passed Annabeth a magic mirror courtesy of the Aphrodite cabin that showed the back of your head instead of your face.

"Wow, that's amazing," Annabeth praised, turning her head every which way to look at the braids.

"Thank you, thank you. I have become very crafty with braids now that most of my cabin partakes in combat training. But this was an Annabeth special," Piper winked as Annabeth moved so her back was no longer towards Piper and wow. Piper had known that Annabeth was a pretty girl and that her own handiwork in her hair was pretty fabulous but seeing her from the front, it was like a love bomb had gone off in Piper's face. She was pretty sure her pupils were in the shape of hearts as she looked at Annabeth, her face framed by the braids and making her look every bit the warrior she was.

"Thank you, Pipes."

"Anytime, honey. I am going to leave all of this stuff with you and we can go over it next time you have to do your hair. Those braids should hold for a few days though," Piper explained as she put the bag of products and elastics into Annabeth's trunk, recovering her composure long enough to make her escape. "I have to go do a cabin check before dinner but I want to see Percy's reaction so don't get to the pavilion before I do, 'kay?"

"I won't," Annabeth promised with a nod as Piper backed towards the cabin door.

"Awesome. Bye, honey!" Piper called over her shoulder as she jumped down the steps and jogged across the grass. Gods help her, she was in love with Annabeth Chase.

Annabeth Falling In Love With Piper

When Annabeth realized she was in love with Piper, it hit her like a brick wall. They were sitting at a dining table in the pavilion, coffee mugs in hand as they watched the ocean and the rest of the camp slowly wake up. Annabeth had woken up around midnight with nightmares, staying up until three a.m. re-reading some of the books in her cabin before slipping into the arena around three thirty to spar with one of the dummies. Piper had joined her around four a.m., her hair messy and wearing only a tank top and a pair of boxers, but her dagger in hand. Annabeth spent an hour teaching her a few moves before they both hit the showers.

Now, with Piper sat behind her on the bench, fingers buried in her blond locks as she braided Annabeth's hair for her, Annabeth felt so content her head cleared.

And that was when it hit her.

She was in love with Piper.

Whirling around with her gray eyes blown wide open, Annabeth came face to face with a pouting Piper, hands still held in the air where she had been braiding. At the blond's panicked look, Piper tilted her head with confusion and concern.

"I'm in love with you," Annabeth said before Piper could ask anything. Piper's confusion and concern melted into a soft look, a gentle smile gracing her lips as she looked at Annabeth.  

"I'm in love with you too." Piper cupped her face with one hand, leaning forward to press a gentle, strawberry Chapstick flavored kiss to her lips. "But you really need to get more sleep, honey. You would have figured that out a long time ago if you were sleeping right. Now turn around so I can finish your hair before breakfast," Piper chided, waving her hand in the air to make her point as she lifted her mug to her lips to take another sip of her tea. Annabeth did as she was told, eyes still wide with her realization and cheeks still pink from being kissed by Piper, and Piper's hands returned to the messy and loose braid.

Percy Falling In Love With Jason

Falling in love with Jason happened on accident. Percy hadn't even considered being not straight, or even polyamorous for that matter, but Jason changed everything. Percy had never really had very many guy friends growing up, it was kind of difficult when you were saving the world every few months, and so he thought that the things he and Jason did together were regular dude things.

Teaching your bro how to skate? Completely platonic. Getting pizza with your best friend? What a nice way to hang out. Catching a late night movie in a completely empty theater where you sat right next to each other and definitely jumped into his arms when you got jump scared by a man wearing a ghost face mask? Just doing what bros do.

So why was Percy staring at the spot where Jason's shirt had slipped up to reveal an inch of skin like it was a blue cookie fresh from the oven? He was pretty sure he was drooling. Finding your bro attractive was a normal thing, right? Like, Percy could objectively acknowledge that Jason was a good looking guy in a completely normal bro way. Right?

"Hey, Jackson! You gonna stand there gawking all day or are you going to come fight me?" Jason called with a smile as he took a step back in the arena, armor now settled over his t-shirt and his gladius in hand. Percy blushed but quickly tried to hide it by grabbing his own armor, pulling Riptide from his pocket and heading for the arena.

Later, when Percy had begged off of arts and crafts and went for a swim instead, Percy sat on the bottom of the ocean and thought about Jason. He had an octopus climbing across his shoulders and up and down his arms, a blob fish in his lap like a cat and minnows darting in and out of his hair, playing peek a boo with each other, as he pondered his feelings for Jason. Usually, when faced with emotions or feelings he didn't recognize or understand, Percy would solve the problem one of two ways. He either ignored it until it figured itself out, or, he talked with Annabeth.

But these thoughts and feelings were filling his body with nervous energy that gave him anxiety and Annabeth was out on her first official date with Piper so Percy was left on his own to figure it out.

"What do you think, Victoria?" Percy spoke aloud, the octopus perking up at her name. "I mean, Jason is an attractive dude, obviously. Anybody who has eyes can see that. But do I think that because I have eyes or do I think that because I wanna smash our faces together?" Percy huffed and rolled his eyes at Victoria's reply. "I hypothetically wanna smash our faces together," he corrected. The blob fish on his lap butted in. "No, it's not just his looks. I don't think so. I mean, I love the guy, he's my bro, and he's just a super cool dude in general. Like, he can draw really well and is weirdly good at arts and crafts. The other day, he made a portrait of Chiron out of pasta noodles. Pasta noodles, Tony!" Percy smiled. He had been thoroughly impressed with the portrait and Chiron had framed it. "He's a major nerd too, like Annabeth. He likes to learn about all the architecture stuff she does and he likes to listen to Piper's Cherokee stories. I don't think he's ever been outside of Camp Jupiter aside from the whole Titan war and questing thing so he likes to learn about new things and travel a lot. Plus, he can use his powers all the time now. The losers at Camp Jupiter weren't very crazy about him being Jupiter's kid but I think it's really cool the stuff he can do. I mean, he can fly. That's amazing! Plus, because he's a giant nerd, he pretends he's Superman sometimes," Percy snorted, shaking his head. Victoria wiggled her head as she climbed up his arm. Percy fixed her with a look at her input. "I'm not in- oh my gods, I'm in love with him."

Percy had never had a boyfriend before so he wasn't sure how to ask Jason out. He knew he could probably ask Annabeth or Piper for advice but this was something he didn't want to share until he knew Jason felt the same. It felt too vulnerable, too fragile, to risk it by speaking it aloud. The answer to Percy's dilemma appeared when not even two days later, Toni the tiger shark from the aquarium, was about to have shark pups.

So Percy dragged Jason out of bed at two a.m. to break into the aquarium to watch Toni have babies. He had put thought into the event, stashed a blanket and Jason's favorite snacks in his locker until it was time, and Percy was rewarded for his actions with Jason looking at the sharks in absolute awe. Jason listened to him ramble about tiger sharks happily and Percy was more than willing to answer Jason's questions and fix his pronunciation. It made him happy to see Jason enjoying the same things he did, to share his interest in animals and marine life.

They watched the baby sharks hatch and then Percy showed him how to open the remaining eggs to help the baby sharks slide out. They named all eighteen of them, making different fish puns and causing the other to burst into happy giggles at the truly terrible ones, before Toni started popping out her pups left and right. Another thirty seven tiger shark pups joined the tank and Jason and Percy named all of those ones too before feeding Toni some more cereal and making their way back to camp.

The closer they got to camp, the more nervous Percy got. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest and his palms were sweaty, his stomach tying itself in knots as he tried to bring up the fact that he was pretty certain he was head over heels for Jason. He had grabbed Jason's hand when they got off the subway and it was a comforting weight that kept him tied to reality. When they got to the hill that looked out over the camp and used to be home to Thalia's pine but now held the Golden Fleece, Percy tugged Jason back.

He wasn't sure what he was going to say yet but he knew he didn't want this to end just yet. Jason looked at him with slight concern and confusion as he turned to face him.

"Okay?"

"Yeah, yeah." Percy assured, brushing the concern off as he fought himself looking for the words. "It's just," Percy huffed in frustration, his brain unable to focus or form a complete sentence. Jason turned around all the way and squeezed his hand.

"Take a breath," Jason told him sternly, Percy doing as he said immediately and feeling his shoulders relax a bit. "Try again when you're ready," Jason told him before yawning, pushing his gold wire rimmed glasses up his face from where they had slipped down. Percy couldn't stop looking at him as he took deliberate breaths. Jason was so pretty in the shaded morning light, eyes blinking heavily with tiredness as he made a fist and rubbed at his eyes like a toddler would.

Percy couldn't help himself. Jason looked so perfect and domestic and soft in the light that he just had to kiss him. The hand that wasn't holding Jason's cupped his face as Percy's lips crashed onto Jason's. Percy knew he had caught him off guard but he couldn't help it, and when Jason started kissing him back, Percy's brain exploded. He could faintly register Jason's free hand falling to his hip and he leaned into Jason a little more. Jason's skin was starting to tingle under Percy's finger tips, a sure sign that he was getting to excited about something and lightning bolts would start arcing off of him soon, and Percy pulled away to catch his breath, resting his forehead on Jason's to ground himself and hopefully Jason too. They didn't need a forest fire this morning.

"Yeah?" Percy asked quietly in the small space between them, lips now red and slick from kissing Jason. One word was all he could manage but it was jam packed full of other ones. Jason understood.

"Yeah," he nodded in response as he smiled at Percy, the teen unable to stop his own grin. Jason closed the space between them again, kissing Percy once more and making Percy's skin tingle from where he was touching him.

Jason Grace liked him too.

Jason Falling In Love With Percy

Something about people who looked like Greek gods made Jason fall head over heels in love with them.

Piper's reddish gold skin and shaggy dark brown hair made her look like a goddess in her own right, not to mention her kaleidoscope eyes that made Jason dizzy with color every time he looked at them. He was rarely not looking at them to be honest. Now that the quest was over, she had started wearing different clothes and letting her hair grow out, experimenting with the make up so readily available to her in the Aphrodite cabin. She was more and more breath taking each day as she discovered more about herself and became more confident in her own skin.

Percy was beautiful in a different way, though he still looked every bit as godly as Piper did. Percy skin was more brownish gold and his hair was the color of coal, wavy from all the sea water in it all the time, and his eyes changed from light and green to dark and blue in a second. Jason liked to watch his eyes shift, the light sea green turning into stormy dark blue when someone said something wrong or made a move that Percy didn't like. He was as wild and untamable as the ocean itself, crashing into people and knocking them off their feet, quenching the very breath from their lungs as he pounded against them relentlessly. Even owning all of this power, Percy was usually a babbling brook of a person, making people laugh and smile as he acted a goof.

So, really, nobody could blame Jason for falling in love with him.

He realized he was hopelessly in love with his bro when Percy dragged him to the aquarium at two a.m. one morning to watch tiger shark pups hatch.

"Pst," a voice whispered directly into Jason's ear. Jason barely stopped himself from blasting them away with a gust of wind when he remembered he was at camp. "Jason," the voice whispered in a sing song voice. "Jasonnnn," they drew his name out. Jason finally gave a groan and rolled onto his back, blinking tired eyes open to find Percy's grinning face hovering a few centimeters above his, their noses almost touching. "Do you want to go watch anywhere from ten to eighty two tiger shark pups swim out of their mom with me?"

Five minutes later and Jason was sat on the subway, still in his pajamas, with a happy Percy next to him. Jason was pointedly trying to ignore the homeless man making prison ramen in the corner and listened in a tired haze as Percy talked about tiger sharks in an endless stream of knowledge that rivaled some of Annabeth's rants.

The entire subway trip was Percy practically vibrating out of his skin with excitement and listing off facts about Toni, the tiger shark at the aquarium, that Jason was pretty sure weren't real (no way this shark liked frosted flakes). As they deboarded the train, Percy grabbed Jason's hand and tugged him along as he tried not to run but failed the last two blocks to the aquarium.

"Are we supposed to be here?" Jason asked as Percy pulled a key ring from his pocket and started flipping through them. Percy grinned up at him as he picked a key, pushing it into the lock.

"We are not not supposed to be here," Percy replied as he leaned on the door, pushing it open and walking backwards into the building as he tugged Jason inside with him. Jason's stomach did a complicated acrobatic routine as his heart rate sped up. Locking the door behind them, Percy put the keys back into his pocket before grabbing hold of Jason's hand again and jogging through the aquarium to the Gulfs wing.

The aquarium was darker than usual and Jason couldn't see very well but Percy didn't seem to have the same problem as he led them through the exhibits. Jason was pretty sure the teen could do it with his eyes closed and still get to where they were supposed to go but when Percy looked over his shoulder to smile and check that Jason was still with him, Jason's heart stuttered at the glowing green eyes that met his. Annabeth had mentioned that Percy's eyes sometimes looked like they were glowing but there was no denying or waving it away this time, his eyes a very clear halo of light green as he tugged Jason after him.

The tiger shark enclosure was a pretty shallow one, the sharks preferring shallow water instead of the deep sea, and there was a shark waiting for them as they jogged up to the tank.

"This is Toni, she's the ho." Percy introduced Jason as he grinned with excitement down at the tank, sticking his hand into the water and petting the shark like it was a cat.

"Hi Toni," Jason greeted as he looked at the shark with awe. No matter how many times he had been to the aquarium with Percy, sharks always managed to amaze him. They were so deadly and powerful and yet, turned into complete puppies when Percy was around.

"Tiger sharks incubate their pups in eggs inside of them and then the pups hatch inside of them and the mom shark gives birth to them," Percy explained. "But an aquarium in Seattle had a tiger shark that died while she was incubating her eggs so now we have a few eggs that survived and they should hatch tonight too." Percy looked like one of the little kids he usually gave a tour to as he looked at the shark eggs piled on the bottom of the tank. Percy gently picked up one of the eggs to show Jason, keeping it in the water as he held it with two fingers. "People call shark eggs mermaid purses because of what they look like but I've never seen a mermaid using one as a purse so I think it's just a human thing. Look, you can see the baby sharks," Percy smiled as he shown a flashlight through the thin shell to show the glow of a baby shark curled up in the shell. Jason looked at the egg with amazement, the baby shark looking like a baby snake with the way it was curled up. Percy put it back gently before petting Toni again. "Yeah, yeah. I know you're hungry, you're always hungry." Percy grumbled, opening one of the bins next to the tank and pulling out a box of Frosted Flakes.

"You were serious?" Jason asked, looking at the cereal box incredulously. "Toni the tiger shark actually eats Frosted Flakes?" Percy grinned.

"I would never lie to you about that. Tiger sharks eat anything but she really likes Frosted Flakes. You wanna feed her?" Percy held out the cereal box and Jason took it with a nod. Percy showed him how much to shake into his hand before tossing it into the water. The shark moved with a startling amount of speed, snapping up the cereal greedily and looking at Jason for more. They tossed a few more handfuls of cereal into the tank before Percy put the box away and tugged Jason down onto a blanket with some pillows on it next to the tank where they had a perfect view of the eggs.

Percy had planned this. He had laid out a blanket and pillows, brought snacks and soda as an apology for waking Jason up so early. The realization smacked into Jason like a ton of bricks and he blinked in surprise at the raven haired boy laying next to him, eagerly watching the eggs. Jason's chest grew warm and he resituated himself beside Percy so they were both looking at the eggs.

"Can you hear them talking?"

"All the time," Percy nodded. "That egg, on the left," Percy pointed into the tank and Jason nodded, "she's complaining about how cramped it is in her shell. She'll probably be one of the first to hatch. The egg beside her is singing a song they just made up. The egg below it is asking him to stop singing." Jason laughed and Percy smiled. For an hour, they laid on the aquarium floor staring into the tank and talking about fish. Jason liked listening to Percy talk about the aquarium and all the creatures inside that he cared so much about. Every time he asked a question or botched a pronunciation, Percy corrected him gently and waited for him to say it the right way before answering his question.

Finally, around three a.m., the first egg hatched.

"Look!" Jason gasped happily as the first egg split open and a long, baby tiger shark glided out. The boys watched with wide, awe filled eyes as the baby shark sat on the sand, working his gills as he looked around. "That is the cutest thing I have ever seen," Jason admitted as he looked at the baby shark with awe.

"He says thank you," Percy said, grinning as Jason laughed. More eggs started to hatch, baby sharks sitting on the sand as they became aware of their surroundings and new siblings.

"There's no way you guys are keeping all of these sharks in here, right?" Jason asked, eyes looking at the shark pup covered tank floor.

"No, baby tiger sharks are pretty self sufficient after a few hours so we'll release a bunch of them into the ocean tomorrow night. Depending on how many pups Toni has, we might keep all of hers with her here in the tank. Fifteen baby tiger sharks were sat on the sand when Percy moved the remaining few eggs into a smaller tank within the tank. "Since these one's haven't hatched on their own, we'll look inside and if we can see their gills moving and signs of life, we can actually open the eggs for them."

"Seriously?"

"It's like making an omelet," Percy said, making Jason laugh as he picked up a flashlight. "I'm kidding. It's mor like opening a band aid. I'll show you," Percy assured as he held one of the eggs and shown a flash light through it. The baby shark inside was alive, gills working as he sat contentedly in his egg, not saying anything. Percy showed Jason how to separate the egg carefully, peeling it back and letting the baby shark glide out to sit grumpily on the bottom of the tank. They opened two of the other eggs, Percy letting Jason open both, his fingers gently brushing across Jason's as he corrected his hold. Jason's heart was pounding loudly in his chest as they hatched the eggs.

"This is amazing," Jason said softly as he lay on the floor again, watching the baby sharks move around and start to get the full use of their fins with wide eyes. Percy grinned from his seat next to Jason, leaning back on his palms as he watched the sharks.

"You know, you technically get to name them."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh. Most fish don't give themselves names, it's usually just ancient Greek monster amphibians that do the self dubbing."

"So Patricia," Jason trailed off as he looked up at Percy. Percy blushed a rosy pink as he looked away.

"All me," he admitted, making Jason's smile widen.

"Well, I think we have to name this one Luigi," Jason decided not to tease him mercilessly, pointing to one of the sharks instead. "I mean, he has the mustache and everything." Percy laughed as he looked at the shark Jason was pointing to, nodding his agreement. An hour after they finished naming the sharks, most of them baring some kind of fish pun as a title, Toni started to give birth to her own litter. Jason and Percy watched with childlike excitement as pup after pup swam out into the water and began exploring. Toni ended up having thirty seven pups of her own and the boys immediately named them all after breakfast cereals and foods, dissolving into giggles at each suggestion and bumping their shoulders together.

It was six a.m. by the time they caught the subway back to camp and most of the campers were already awake, stumbling around groggily as they got ready for breakfast. Percy had grabbed Jason's hand when they got off the subway and he was still holding it now as they reached the tree with the Golden Fleece, the dragon guarding it curled around the branch and snoring little flames. Percy tugged Jason back to stop at the top of the hill and Jason's heart skipped a beat as he looked at Percy, tilting his head to the side.

"Okay?" Jason asked, a complicated expression worrying at Percy's features.

"Yeah, yeah. It's just," Percy huffed, frustrated with himself at not finding the right words and Jason turned around fully, squeezing Percy's hand gently.

"Take a breath," Jason instructed, Percy listening and doing so instantly, relaxing a bit. "Try again when you're ready." Jason yawned and pushed his glasses up his nose a bit from where they had slipped down. Percy was watching him, chest rising and falling with deliberate breaths as Jason waited patiently, blinking heavily as the tiredness he had been feeling for a while washed over him and he lifted the hand that wasn't holding Percy's to rub at his eyes.

Percy pushed forwards in one motion and suddenly, a hand was cupping Jason's jaw as lips crashed into his own. Jason's eyes fluttered wide in surprise but he kissed Percy back as soon as his brain caught up with the program, hand fluttering down to rest on Percy's hip. Kissing Percy was dizzying and grounding all at once. Jason felt his skin start to buzz with electricity. When Percy pulled away, pressing their foreheads together, he could feel every molecule of air between them.

"Yeah?" Percy asked softly, everything he had been trying to say forming one question that Jason understood perfectly.

"Yeah," Jason nodded gently, making a grin spread across Percy's lips as his own mouth turned up into a wide smile. He leaned forwards, capturing Percy's lips in another breathtaking, dizzying kiss.

Percy Falling In Love With Piper

Falling in love with Piper was so easy, Percy didn't even realize he was treating her just like Annabeth and Jason until he was kissing her on New Years. She had been sat on his lap, his arm around her waist to keep her in place as he chatted happily with Hazel and Frank while Piper talked with one of her sisters on the other side, and it seemed like second nature to turn and look at her, kiss her when the clock struck midnight.

And then, because it was Piper, there was a moment where Percy felt like they were the only two people in the room. Fireworks exploded, his heart beat so fast he was pretty sure it was going to fly out of his chest, his vision narrowed to just her. It was every cliché in the book as he looked at her, thinking about how right it had felt to kiss her, how right it felt to have her in his lap and in his arms. Memories flickered through his mind of every time they had hung out, laughter and grins and jumping on top of each other flew through his mind and Percy blinked. The world zapped back into focus but he kept his eyes on Piper as he tilted his head to the side.

"I think I might be in love with you," they said at the same time. "Jinx! You owe me a blue coke!" Piper dissolved into laughter as they continued to speak in unison, leaning backwards in Percy's arms as she cackled and he looked at her like she was the ocean personified.

It made sense, being in love with Piper, because they told you to fall in love with your best friend and Piper had been Percy's best friend since day one. They had verbally roasted Octavian for the duration of breakfast with the Romans, bonded over hating sea food, and were on their way to try sledding down the hill on shields when Annabeth and Jason stopped them (they did eventually try sledding and it was a bad idea. A very bad idea).

Even when they were in life or death situations, Piper and Percy grinned like idiots at each other and made movie references as they sliced up monsters or destroyed priceless monuments on accident with nothing more than an "Oops," as they carried on with what they were doing. They volunteered to do supply runs together and always got sidetracked by art stores or live music from buskers or literally a box of puppies once. Even after the quest, when they were safe in New York and California, the two liked to do the shopping for Sally and Paul and usually came back way later than they should have with at least five things that weren't on the list.

Hanging out with Piper filled a void in Percy's chest that he hadn't been aware was there until she was filling it, making him content and calm and happy. She got his humor and made him laugh exactly the same way, she was okay with his need to touch everybody all the time, she liked the same smoothies as him, she was way better at skating than he was, she went surfing with him (and was also way better than him) and taught him how to snowboard.

Piper was the missing piece. How could he not see it earlier? She was the other half of his soul. He loved Piper Mclean.

Piper Falling In Love With Percy

Being friends with Percy had always come easily to Piper, they were nearly the same personalities really, but falling in love with him was so natural Piper didn't even realize it had happened until the clock struck midnight on New Years Eve and her lips were locked with his.

Fireworks exploded, her breath caught in her throat, she was seeing stars and there was an angel choir singing somewhere far above when her lips met his. Piper had never had such a goddess of love moment. When they separated, Piper was dizzy from the rush of oxytocin that was flooding her brain. She was pretty sure Percy had never looked as good as he did right then.

"I think I might be in love with you," they said at the same time. "Jinx! You owe me a blue coke!" Piper dissolved into laughter at their shared feelings, tilting her head back as Percy held her steady in his lap.

It really shouldn't have taken them by surprise, they had always been closer than normal friends but they chalked it up to dating each other's partners and went skating instead of dwelling on it. That was what made their dynamic work so well in the first place, Percy's ability to make everything else seem not as important as it looked. He shrugged his shoulders, slid on a pair of sunglasses and asked if she wanted to go get ice cream.

"The problem will still be there later, Pipes. Ice cream melts, if you want it we have to go get it right now. Like, why aren't you moving yet? I can practically hear the melted drops hitting the sidewalk now."

Piper always said yes because being carefree was addicting. Percy was addicting.

"Hey, I know you're like, super stressed out about this math test, and I promise I'll help you study later, but, like, do you wanna come to the aquarium with me to find out if I can skate on the tanks but underwater?"

And sometimes he was just an idiot. But she liked it. She liked him.

He had stupid ideas and more trauma than a teenager should have, but he was funny and silly and lighthearted and so caring. He was a total mama's boy and literally so head over heels for Annabeth and Jason, his love was practically palpable, and Piper was in love with him.

It seemed like something that should have been a ground breaking realization but Piper just felt like something had finally clicked into place, like everything was finally as it should be.

True facts of the universe:

-the sky is blue

-the grass is green

-Piper is in love with Percy Jackson

Jason Falling In Love With Annabeth

Jason had been in love with Annabeth since the moment he saw her. The day Jason woke up on a bus with no memories and two best friends he didn't know was the day the fierce, terrifying blond had charged towards them with determination and demanded to know where her boyfriend was. Jason had been raised by wolves. He knew weakness when he saw it, and when he looked at Annabeth, he saw how scared and torn apart she really was about losing her boyfriend. Of course he hadn't known about the whole being raised by wolves thing until they were nearly devoured by a pack, but it was still in his nature to recognize threats and weak links.

Annabeth was in no way a weak link, but she was suffering in silence and Jason couldn't let that happen. So, when they got back to camp, Jason pulled Annabeth aside and let her tell him all about her missing boyfriend. He didn't judge as she cried in frustration, scrubbed at her eyes angrily, called the gods every horrendous name in ancient Greek she could think of. He just nodded and listened and hugged her. That had scared her. Jason had felt her tense beneath him when his arms circled around her shoulders, and Jason had almost pulled away but she relaxed, gave into it and lightly hugged him back.

"I'm sorry you're going through this. You didn't deserve it," he told her truthfully. That had made Annabeth's eyes water again. The night before their quest, when Annabeth asked Jason to keep an eye out for her boyfriend, Jason had put a hand on her shoulder, looked her directly in the eyes, and promised, "We'll find him. Don't worry." Annabeth's shoulders had loosened minutely beneath his palm and he gave her another hug before she went off to coordinate another search.

Later, when they were flying towards California and Camp Jupiter, Jason had put his hand on her shoulder again, looked her in the eyes and promised, "He's here. He's okay." Annabeth had stopped fidgeting, stood up straight, and nodded.

"I know," she said, tone implying that though she knew it, she wouldn't feel good about it until she saw it with her own two eyes. Jason stayed by her side as they flew into the valley. He thought she was going to pass out, her breathing was so frantic. Even when they finally got to the ground, Jason made sure he was within fainting range and kept an eye on her as waves of nostalgia and emotion rolled over him at being back on the familiar Roman ground. For the first time in a while, everything in Jason was calm and at peace, not working overtime translating Greek things into Latin terms. He was in his element again.

Jason could see the exact moment Annabeth saw her boyfriend. Her pupils blew wide and her breathing stopped, her heart beat the only thing making her body move as it locked her into place. Her fingers twitched by her sides and Jason knew she wanted to tug on her strand of gray hair, a nervous habit she had picked up since her boyfriend's disappearance.

Then, between one breath and the next, her body loosened and she was leaning forwards. Jason moved closer but she wasn't falling. She ran, full on sprinted, across the distinct separation of Greeks and Romans and crashed into her boyfriend with everything in her. To his credit, the dude didn't stagger or even stumble, just hugged her so tightly Jason was scared he was going to break one of Annabeth's ribs.

"I missed you so much," he breathed out as they clung to each other, Annabeth let out a sob of relief in response. Annabeth had her legs around his waist and she pulled back just enough to kiss him like he was the last air source on the planet and they were trying to survive off of each other. Jason could tell the Romans weren't happy about a newcomer, a Greek newcomer, practically attacking their newest praetor with her mouth, but he would have fought every single one of them if it meant Annabeth finally got her happy ending. He waited patiently as Annabeth reacquainted herself with her boyfriend's lips and when she finally dropped gracefully to the ground, his hands moving to frame her face, Jason looked towards Reyna.

He looked away for one second and Annabeth judo flipped her boyfriend. Jason reached for a coin that wasn't there as the Romans pressed forwards, ready for a fight, and he just about moved to cover Annabeth when her boyfriend laughed. Laughed.

"If you ever leave me like that again, I swear to all the gods-"

"I know, I know. Your mother made a very similar threat once." Annabeth blinked and she moved her knee off of his chest, taking her arm away from his throat to offer him a hand up. When he was back on his feet, he changed his grip on her hand so their fingers were laced together and he pulled her into his side, holding her close. Annabeth's eyes were calming from their stormy gray to a soft sea glass gray. Jason relaxed.

It became a habit after that, to keep an eye on Annabeth and monitor how she was doing via his wolf instincts. Every time she started to slip a bit, giving in to the nightmares that plagued her or believing some of the awful things her step mother used to tell her, Jason would show up with a new book and a cup of coffee. He knew exactly how she took her coffee, what kind of books she liked the most, and what to do if coffee and books didn't work. Percy and Piper had their own tricks to help Annabeth come back into herself, Piper did her hair and Percy laid on her until she fell asleep, but Jason liked to be a little less dominating with it.

"Hey, you wanna run some errands with me? Sally gave me a whole list of things to get and I want to make sure I do it right."

"Hey, I can't get the columns on this sketch of the Parthenon right, can you help?"

"You wanna catch the new Batman movie with me?"

"I've been stuck on this crossword for three days, can you help?"

"I don't want to train with the Aphrodite cabin today, you wanna do this puzzle with me?"

And somewhere along the line of being her friend and caring about her, Jason realized he was well and truly in love with Annabeth. They were sitting in the Athena cabin, Annabeth laying on her bed on her stomach as she worked on the New York Times crossword, Jason working on the Washington Post, when he looked up at her and just knew. She was chewing on the end of her pencil, feet swaying behind her as her blond hair fell in her natural curls around her face, and Jason felt his heart swell three sizes.

"I love you," he said aloud like he had said it twenty thousand times before.

"I love you too. Booyah! Capricious!" She cheered as she scribbled the word into the space.

Annabeth Falling In Love With Jason

Falling in love with Jason was something Annabeth was scared of. She was scared to even think about it, because what if she was forcing feelings to complete the little circle they had? What if she wasn't actually in love with him but she just thought she was so they could have it all? They couldn't possibly have it all, right?

Wrong.

Annabeth fell in love with Jason without her permission. He was fierce in everything he did, fiercely kind, fiercely calm, fiercely loyal, fiercely loving. His fierceness was what made Annabeth weak in the knees, it always had. At first, she thought it was just because somebody was paying direct attention to her, Jason always made eye contact and it was always strong. But when she got hurt while they were doing a supply run and Jason had stood over her, sword in hand and prepared to take on the remaining monsters all on his own if it meant she was safe, Annabeth got butterflies.

She could see the parallels in her head: Jason protecting her from a few empusai, Percy protecting her from an entire monster army, but she didn't compare them. She was determined not to compare them.

Especially when Jason was standing on her cabin doorstep with a sketch of the Parthenon in hand, telling her he couldn't get the columns right just as she had started to spiral down the rabbit hole of self doubt as she struggled with her studies.

"Can you help?"

"Sure, come on in." She pulled the door open wider and let him in as she composed herself. "What's your issue?"

"Every time I draw the columns, they look wrong," Jason said as he sat down on her bed, Annabeth sitting back down at her desk and shoving her textbooks out of the way. Annabeth looked at his sketch before pulling out her own sketch pad.

"From what I can see, the columns you were drawing were Corinthian columns and the Parthenon was built with Ionic columns," Annabeth said as she grabbed a pencil and started sketching on her own paper, Jason watching intently. "Ionic columns are the most basic columns, super easy to make, and their distinguishing feature is the volutes of their capitals, which have been argued about for millennia. They sometimes have a band separating the volutes and capitals or fruit or flowers around the "neck" made by the volutes but there was a big deal about how pretty the columns actually looked from other angles and so that's why Corinthian columns were designed but 16th century renaissance architect and theorist Vincenzo Scamozzi made a perfect four sided Ionic capital and that became the standard," Annabeth explained the origin and shape of the column.

She kept sketching, talking for half an hour at least about the history and design of the columns as Jason listened, sketching in his own book and checking his work against her own every once in a while. Annabeth didn't notice the day slipping away or her mood changing significantly until the conch for dinner was blown and her architecture bubble was burst. Jason slid his glasses into his hair as he rubbed his eyes, smearing graphite on his face in the process, and blinked down at his paper.

"I didn't realize it was getting late," Annabeth admitted as she blinked her own eyes, clearing the intense focus that made the rest of the room look blurry.

"Me neither, you have a very nice voice," Jason complimented with a smile as he looked up at her.

"Thank you."

"Some interesting knowledge about columns too." Annabeth blushed.

"I didn't mean to-"

"The stuff about Vincenzo Scamozzi was really interesting. Do you know who one upped him?" Jason asked, cutting her off and making her apology die on her tongue as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and lifted his arms up, stretching towards the ceiling. His shir came up just a bit, enough to make Annabeth's cheeks flame a bright pink.

"It was a Greek revival movement in the 18th century, many different architects."

"Have we ever had a revival movement? Like, in the twenty-first century?"

"Not yet. Art Deco is rumored to have a comeback approaching in 2020 as a roaring twenties revival."

"Art Deco?" Jason asked, head tilting to the side. Before Annabeth could answer, the conch sounded again and he smiled, climbing to his feet. "Maybe a different time. Come on, I'm starving." He offered his hand and Annabeth took it, unfolding herself from how she had been scrunched into her desk chair.

Every time Annabeth started to drown in herself, there was Jason. Sometimes he brought her puzzles and mind games that distracted her, sometimes it was his sketch book full of buildings that made up the New York skyline or Roman temples. And sometimes, it was Jason stood on her door step with a coffee from her favorite shop in Brooklyn and one of the books from her To Be Read list.

"It's a bribe," Jason told her honestly when she had pulled her door open to find the blonde on the cabin steps with his gifts.

"What for?" Annabeth asked, taking the coffee and book anyways. Sherlock Holmes vs. Dracula by Loren D. Estleman.

"To help me convince Reyna that Camp Jupiter needs a reform in the way they operate and we can do that without disregarding the old practices completely," Jason sighed, like he knew just how big his request was, and pulled his bottom lip into his mouth. Annabeth pressed her legs together.

"Come in," Annabeth pushed the door open a little wider. Jason took his usual seat on her bed and Annabeth climbed into her desk chair, keeping one knee tucked up to her chest as she pulled out a binder and three file folders from her closet. Passing them over to Jason, she flipped one of her braids over her shoulder. "I've already had a few ideas." Jason grinned and flicked through the papers as Annabeth sipped on her coffee and looked at her new book longingly.

For the next two months straight, they organized a complete reform to the Roman camp in a way that kept the old sacred practices in effect without any disrespect or loss of sacredness. They worked long nights by lamp light and Annabeth actually started to steal Jason's glasses sometimes when she couldn't make out what she was reading. They made a schedule but it only lasted a few days before Annabeth presented Jason with a brand new program that sent their entire project into disarray and threw their schedule out the window.

Every time Jason came up with a new idea that worked, his eyes had little lightning bolts in them and static radiated off of him like one of the metal balls they used at school to learn about electricity. It made Annabeth's braids float in the air, which always made her laugh. Seeing Jason excited about helping change the laws for the better in an effort to make the ground work of Camp Jupiter less oppressive and give everyone equal footing made Annabeth feel like she was full of restless energy.

A comfortable buzz settled over her skin whenever Jason was around and her body felt restless until her skin brushed against his, usually resulting in a shock from his natural energy that was roughly a zillion times higher than a regular person's. Touch was a big factor that made Annabeth realize she was falling in love with Jason. And boy was she falling.

When all was said and done and they were waiting to see what Reyna thought of their plans, Jason and Annabeth sat in the Athena cabin to do newspaper crosswords to take their minds off the fact their work was being judged by the daughter of the war goddess. Crosswords were something that Jason had brought Annabeth before when he dropped by and something they both enjoyed doing. Usually, Annabeth got the New York Times while Jason got the Washington Post and sometimes they raced but usually they sat in the quiet and worked on their own papers. Annabeth had been looking at the same clue for three minutes now, chewing on her pencil eraser as she read it over and over, when Jason broke the silence.

"I love you."

"I love you too," she replied immediately. "Booyah! Capricious!" The clue clicked and Annabeth scribbled the answer down, heart beating quickly in her chest. The admission had felt completely natural, not wrong or forced in the slightest.