#castleevermore

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“You know, I always look for him,” Kevin says quietly, leaning forward with his elbows on his thighs and he rubs his palms together. It’s an ache in his chest he can’t seem to get rid of. A void in his stomach that never goes away—it doesn’t matter what Kevin is stressed over because it’s there. It’s always there. “Even when I pretend I don’t care, I do. I care so much, I don’t know what to do.”

He sighs and peers over his shoulder to look at Thea sitting beside him. Her leg is crossed over the other, a thoughtful expression on her face as she listens. Kevin, though, didn’t come to her for advice but a peace of mind. To get it off his chest so it doesn’t affect his game on court. He’s not entirely sure if there’s anything to say about this.

Kevin can’t let anything go into ruin. He’d rather die than let that happen because he’d lose them both. It’s never one or the other, not when he wants something that’s his and could never be taken away. The scars on his hand and the two on his cheek made sure to engrave all of that into his soul.

“Are we talking about Neil? Or Andrew?” Thea asks and Kevin looks away. His silence answers her question and she places a tentative hand on his forearm. The touch draws his eyes back to her and he wishes he didn’t. He can’t stand that look in her eye. “It’s both, isn’t it? My god, Kevin.”

“I know.”

- a little something from a wip i’m experimenting with

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Andrew spots Neil first and hands off the shaker and the glass to Kevin. “Twice in one week,” he says as he approaches to stand across from Neil. “The soda isn’t that good here.” Neil hums, his gaze tracking Andrew’s movements as he places a glass in front of him and pops open the tab to the soda can, the fizzle drowning beneath the lessening chatter and the melody of Allison’s voice as she sings. “Would you believe me if I said it’s not the soda I’m coming back for?” “Not a chance,” Kevin says from across the bar, pouring pink colored liquid into the cup and drops a lime into it, handing it off to a woman who exchanges the drink for another few bills as a thank you. “You cause trouble wherever you go. This is a refined establishment, you know.”

bartender, a kandreil oneshot, 1039 words

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"We don't know it's dirty. It was…probably stolen." Kevin shrugged. "Doesn't matter. He's long gone." "Is he?" Kevin tilted his head but his question was answered when the man of the topic took a seat at the bar—directly in front of them, hidden on either side by others who remained standing near due to most of the seats on the first and second floor already occupied and used.  "If you're wondering about the money, it isn't stolen. I won it at a game. It isn't my fault people don't know how to play poker." He rested his chin on the palm of his hand, dark eyes scanning the drinks behind Andrew and Kevin, then flicked over to them and with a small smile—one that didn't look entirely right on his face—he requested, "I'll have a soda."

glass and crumpled bills, a kandriel oneshot, 2058 words

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and if i say i’m writing an aftg fic where the foxes and co are hunting down a well known serial killer named the butcher of baltimore

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Katelyn shakes her head. “Why are you betting against each other?” “He thinks it’s funny,” Neil says. Allison huffs. “No way. Andrew doesn’t just throw away money on that. What else did you give him?” Neil shrugs. “I asked.” “Again with that I asked shit.” Matt rubs his temples. “Definitely freaky shit.” Seth looks between the group staring at him and he rolls his eyes. “Oh, come on. Just look at them. Freaky shit for sure.” “Betting on it, Gordon?” Nicky questions. “Don’t need to when I know. Now, are we moving this game along or what?” “Man, it’s a lost fucking cause.” “Because you give a fuck?” The group says in unison.  “I will kill all of you and then myself.”

chapter two of bet on it

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"Here we go," Andrew murmurs and Neil glances at him for a moment before his attention is set on the scene in front of them. "Fuck this shit," Nicky says and lunges towards Seth like a starving lion let out of its cage. It goes on for another minute or so of Nicky and Seth trading punches and grunts when Kevin nudges Andrew with his elbow and asks, "Aren't you going to stop them?" "That would mean I give a fuck."

last chapter of bet on it

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He’s aware he’s being stupid. Sacrificing himself for the sake of family, for the sake of a game he’s grown obsessed with over the years. It has given him something to fight for and anyone would be sorely disappointed to believe Neil would let it go without struggle. He will leave himself raw and bleeding if he can help it. He’s had a taste of what freedom could be like. He’s still afraid but not of this. Not of Riko as Neil is slammed against the wall with angry fists clutching his collar. Neil laughs after Riko’s hand sharply cracks against his cheek. The force caught the skin inside to split open along with the corner of his lip. Hard enough to draw blood and coat his tongue in metallic iron. “I know people who hit harder than you,” Neil says with a grin. Then he spits the blood from his mouth, watching red splatter over Riko’s face.  Riko’s eyes darken and without missing a beat, Neil is dragged across the locker room.

snippet of identity. five times neil is stuck with riko and the one time riko is stuck with nathaniel.

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“You know what? Fine!” Nicky says and Neil looks up to stare at them as he chews. “Neil. My favorite redhead—” “The only redhead you know,” Neil interrupts the blatant flattery with a raised brow. Allison shrugs with a hum. “Mmm. There’s Katelyn but go on.” “Our lovely, wonderful speed demon,” Nicky continues. “Do you think I give too much of a fuck? Genuinely. This is a no joke, serious question.” “Do you want me to lie?” Allison gives Nicky a knowing look and a sly smirk. “See? I told you.” “Why don’t we bet on it? Whatever the situation is—I don’t even care if it’s something as small as mixing white clothes—If I give too much of a fuck, I owe you seventy bucks,” Nicky proposes, a small frown on his lips as he all but stabs a poor french fry into the small packet of ketchup then tosses it into his mouth. Allison tilts her head to the side to think on it for a moment. “Two-fifty and you can’t bet on yourself so denied.” “You bitch.” “Neil, are you betting?” Allison asks and Neil leans back in his seat. He normally doesn’t get himself involved in the betting games between the Foxes. It’s a little ridiculous to bet on something like Nicky’s capacity to care about many things but he can’t deny that he’s just a little curious. So he decides, “Five hundred that Nicky doesn’t give too much of a fuck. I’ll even throw in a couple extra if he manages not to react to something he really cares about.” Nicky beams at that and nudges Allison. “At least someone believes in me.” “Yeah right. More like pity,” she says and sips on her bubbly soda. “This is going to be the easiest seven hundred I make in a week.”

bet on it

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ONE. Riko slams his locker shut. All dressed in gear and ready to torture the others on the court for his own personal gain and interest, he turns to Neil. A scowl settles over his face once he realizes Neil remains in his casual clothes. Neil matches the scowl easily. “Nathaniel,” Riko says, “get dressed and get on the court. We have no time for your games.” “It’s Neil,” he deadpans but he doesn’t move. He’s not sure how long he’s been in Evermore, having not seen the sun in what feels like a million years. Neil is tired, his body running on fumes of three hours of sleep on top of Riko unrelenting abuse. He's a little more than cranky. “And fuck you.”

chapter one of identity

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hi hello im mazarine, u can call me maze, maz or mazzy🫶 i write pjo, marauders, and aftg drabbles, short stories, and fics.

this will regularly be updated as i post

percy jackson and the olympians + related media!!

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if ur looking for specifics:

half of my heart i left with you — a collection of valgrace, solangelo and percabeth oneshots

valgrace except: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24

valgrace drabbles: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21

valgrace week 2024: 1 2 3 4

jason grace: 1 2 3 4

leo valdez: 1 2 3 4

piper mclean: 1 2 3

the lost trio and friends: 1 2 3

arcade date: 1 2

modern au (nico’s birthday): 1

marauders!!

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if ur looking for specifics:

sunset - a sunseeker oneshot

nothing would change the way i yearn for and crave you - a sunseeker oneshot

the trauma mixed with the reputation - a marauders deadly class au (coming soon)

windows of your life - a fic in which james receives a set of tapes from an unknown sender (coming soon)

all for the game!!

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if ur looking for specifics:

misplaced forever partners - a collection of platonic and romantic jeaneil short stories and oneshots

foxes under the sun - a collection of short stories about the foxes and trojans

nathaniel - a collection of short stories and oneshots of nathaniel wesninski

the mess that we'll become - a collection of kandriel oneshots

bourbon, blood, and backward glances - a con artist neil au

aberration - an all for the game true crime au (coming soon)

stained glass eyes and colorful tears - a kevin day centric fic (coming soon)

the party and the after party - an all for the game ice skater/hockey au (coming soon)

jeaneil drabbles - 1 2 3

jerejean’s “look at me” drabbles - 1 2 3 4 5

kandreil wip - 1

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i've acquired a plot and the pairings and the tropes. in no specific order and with no specifics to which pairing these tropes belong to: mutual pining, enemies to lovers, ex lovers except they weren't actually lovers but a secret third thing to strangers to lovers. and slow burn but the candle isn't lit until chapter 10. and we all cheer HOORAY

our victims: andriel, jerejean, kevsethaaron

ice skater x hockey player au: the party and the after party

expect an info dump post about the ravens and our perfect court tomorrow or something

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Nathaniel glanced at his watch. The second hand ticked with each passing car and the blinking of the stars as the minute hand moved in sync with the streetlights turning from red to green, green to yellow, yellow to red. It was half past nine and he’s pushing it—they could only do so much with distracting Riko before he realized Nathaniel has gone out and ran far enough to be out of sight.

But no matter how late it would get, no matter the awaiting pain he would have to succumb to in the near future, he waited. Nathaniel waited as he dropped his hand and stared at Andrew for the last time. “I’m sorry,” he said.

Andrew smiled bright and wide and vacant, manic as can be but even Nathaniel could recognize the look in hazel eyes. It was subtle, yet it was there. It hurt Andrew more than it hurt Nathaniel and he wondered which one of them was he convincing with the constant mantra of this is nothing. “No,” he said, “you aren’t. Your reputation precedes you, Nathaniel. The tabloids will drive themselves insane knowing your precious Perfect Court likes to lie.”

“I didn’t lie to you. I wouldn’t lie to you.” Nathaniel was, though, in this moment. He lied as he forced his voice to remain steady and sincere, to put everything away and shove it down the way his mother taught him to. The way he had been forced to while living in Evermore. He lied because it is the only thing that can protect Andrew from Riko’s wrath. “Andrew.”

Andrew said nothing. He stared and stared until he was the first to walk away.

Nathaniel may have shattered this thing they had, this nothing, this something, and Andrew may have been the first to walk away but deep down, Nathaniel knew he was the first to run away.

It would have been easier if you’d taken the blade of your skate to his throat, he thought to himself.

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a little background snippet thing of andriel in the party and the after party (ice skater/hockey player au). andriel is our victim to the ex lovers except they weren’t actually lovers (it’s worse) to strangers to lovers.

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writing about andriel for the ice skater/hockey fic and these lyrics from love is a cat from hell is SO them

yeah this is so going in my playlist

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writing this chapter is like. wow. tears in my kevjeaniel eyes fr

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i would just like to say that as of right now, i really. really. really hate. this stupid ice skater/hockey player fic. it’s my pride and joy trust like i love it terribly honestly but someone please just kill me. why can’t i like slam my head onto the keyboard and telepathically transfer my visions

anyway i’m debating whether or not i want nathaniel or jean to have synesthesia

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i wish i could like. project the visions i have in my head because how will i ever capture the absolute beauty of kevin skating across the ice to enemies to lovers by joshua kyan aalampour during a free skate program

or jean to swan lake. or nathaniel to dazed and confused. UGH i’m in tears TEARS I SAY