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kamaluhkhan · 6 months ago

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TIME TO PRETEND

pairing: luke castellan x gn!poseidon!reader word count: 5k chapter summary: you're the eldest child of poseidon and the hero of the last great prophecy. you left your demigod life behind after defeating kronos. now, years later, you find yourself back at camp half blood for the summer.....which means dealing with luke castellan, and all that history (tension?) left unresolved between you. warnings: some nicknames for reader are based on female characters (mermista, sailor neptune) but they're still written as gender neutral. reader has tattoos. mention of alcohol + death (post-titan war). spoilers for the entire pjo (book) series, mostly references to the last olympian. timeline is all over the place but set in the early 2000s for vibes. no betrayal (au where chris was the one who sided w kronos and led the titan army) so slightly ooc luke <3 author's note: welcome to another product of my pjo hyperfixation !!! i wanted to finish the nemesis!reader series first but it's summer and i felt like reworking my tsitp series in a camp half-blood setting with bb luke. so prepare for childhood friends to lovers drama! summertime vibes! nostalgia! angst! would love to know what y'all think about this and if you want a part 2 so feel free to scream at me in the comments. otherwise, enjoy and thanks 4 reading 💙

♪: time to pretend by mgmt

YOU’VE GOT MAIL!

1 new message

from: LukeNotSkywalker

to: Mermista86

subject: you are GETTING that record deal

Hey,

Your demo CD just came in the mail — and, Connor as my witness, I’ve already listened to it five times!!!

It’s amazing. You’re amazing. The label would totally lose out if they didn’t sign you.

Things have been pretty chaotic around here, with the summer term happening soon. Speaking of which: are you coming back? Chiron gave me the list of returning campers and counsellors this morning and said he hadn’t heard from you, so I thought I’d ask. I know you’ll be busy with the band, but if you get the chance, it’d be really great to see you.

Anyways, I’m leading the next Shield & Sword session, so I’d better go. Talk soon ;)

- L

FOUR YEARS LATER

TURBULENT WATERS? ALT-ROCK BAND MIDNIGHT SIRENS HIT ROUGH PATCH AFTER LEAD GUITARIST GETS INTO VIOLENT ALTERCATION

the cover is the nail in the coffin: a blurry picture of you, an electric blue guitar forgotten at your feet, lunging forward into a crowd, with your bandmates on stage behind you in shock.

you’d gone all this time without any major incidents, and one stupid chimera managed to burn down everything you worked for in one fell swoop.

“that’d be $8.50,” the cashier informs.

you tear your attention away from the magazine, instead fishing through your pocket for some change. meanwhile, the cashier furrows their brow, leans down slightly to get a better look at you underneath your sunglasses and baseball cap.

“hey, do i know you?”

“nope,” you say instantly, slapping a $10 bill onto the counter. “keep the change.” you gather your pile of necessary roadtrip supplies (slushies, m&m’s, and goldfish) before rushing out the door, your half-brother trailing behind you.

you slide into the driver’s seat, set each slushie in a cup holder, and hand the rest to percy once he’s slipped into the passenger side.

“seatbelt,” you remind him. you shake your hair out after removing your baseball cap disguise. “i promised your mom i’d be responsible.”

percy does as he’s told, though not without mumbling about how he’s practically an adult and a demigod who’s been in much more dangerous situations than a car ride up to long island. you just tell him to put on some music, even though he has a point. he’ll be 18 in august and you’re only five years older, but the fact is that you gave sally jackson your word.

plus — you’re his older sibling, so gods forbid you let him get hurt. a seatbelt seems like a band-aid solution for one of the most powerful demigods out there, but still.

percy flips through a few radio stations while he sips his blue raspberry slushie. when he doesn’t find anything good, he opens the glove compartment and surveys your music collection before sliding a cd into the stereo.

instantly, the familiar sound of david bowie’s voice eases the tension in your shoulders.

“good choice?”

you nod and percy smiles triumphantly. you reach over to steal a few goldfish from the bag he just opened and ruffle his hair playfully, for good measure.

you’re perfectly happy, driving along a long island highway while getting lost in the glam rock world of ziggy stardust, but it isn’t long until percy interrupts:

“are you finally gonna tell me what happened, or do i have to read it from some trashy gossip magazine like everyone else?”

“well, your dyslexic ass can barely read so….”

you look over at him briefly, and laugh when you see him stick his slightly-blue tongue out to you.

“at least my dyslexic ass is actually decent at ancient greek. luke told me you failed the reading test, like, a million times.”

your heart twinges at the mention of your old friend.

friend.

if you could still call him that.

thankfully, percy doesn’t give you much room to dwell on the past, too focused on your drama-filled present.

“so, what is it? you got kicked out of the band? lost everything? have nowhere else to go?”

you roll your eyes at his dramatics. “i did not get kicked out.”

“then, what happened?”

“just the usual.” you shrug. “monster attack, mortals who can’t see through the mist. i tried to explain it away after — something about how i saw someone in the crowd attack another person and i stepped in to help. most people bought it, but the media loves drama and the label’s worried i’m a flight risk now. apparently, everything will blow over if i just keep a low profile for the next few months. so….no. i didn’t lose everything.” you take a deep, like when anyone other than children of poseidon are about to go underwater and they’re not quite sure when they can come up for air.

“i just don’t really have anywhere else to go,” you finish.

“damn.” percy offers you a blue shark gummy (or whale - you and percy had already debated the shape of the candy that sally packed for the trip, and the jury’s still out). you gratefully accept. “well, i know it’s not the best reason, but i’m excited to spend the summer together.”

despite everything, you find yourself smiling.

“me too, kid.”

“it’d give me a chance to kick your ass in sword-fighting.”

“you wish!” you nudge his shoulder, both of you giggling. once the laughter’s died down, you glance at percy once more. “hey – did you tell anyone i was coming?”

percy shakes his head. “why?”

you take a long swig of your drink until you’re on the brink of brain freeze.

“no reason.”

it’s just after lunch when you arrive at camp half-blood.

you weren’t sure what you were expecting — maybe not some futuristic technological developments that had been discovered within the years you were gone, but definitely not for camp to look pretty much exactly the same as when you left.

instantly, you find comfort in the familiar scenes: a dragon, peleus, guarding the magical borders; dryads and satyrs picking strawberries in the fields next to the forest; chiron standing near the central guidepost, greeting and guiding every camper in the right direction.

chiron smiles down at percy and practically does a double take when his eyes land on you.

“mx. l/n! it has been a while. are you here to drop off your brother, or do you plan on staying for the summer?”

before you can answer, someone appears behind him.

“perce! hey!”

“hey, luke.”

luke gives him a side hug, and percy shoves him away with a laugh when he ruffles his hair. it’s then that luke acknowledges you, though he looks like that’s the last thing he wants to do.

“i thought i’d never see you again. what are you doing here? ”

chiron turns to you expectedly. “i believe you have yet to answer that question of mine as well.”

“staying for the summer…” you adjust the shoulder strap of your backpack, uneased by luke’s cold demeanor. “i hope that’s okay.”

“of course!” chiron’s smile grows wide, eyes crinkling. “you’ll resume your position as head counsellor of cabin 3.”

“so i’m dethroned? just like that?” percy guffaws.

you nudge percy’s shoulder. “fulfill the next great prophecy, and then we’ll talk.”

percy rolls his eyes playfully. luke, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to appreciate your tongue-in-cheek remark. his jaw tightens, and he suddenly finds a deep interest in the clipboard he’s holding.

chiron clears his throat, likely sensing the tension. “yes, well, i’m sure you remember how things work around here. if not, mr. castellan has been keeping this ship afloat. he's always here to help.”

“always.” luke smiles, but it’s elastic, threatening to snap at any moment. someone calls his name, and he walks away to deal with whatever chaos is waiting for him.

summer — age 15

you weren’t exactly conscious when you first arrived at camp half-blood.

apparently, coach hedge, a satyr and protector, found you just in time and had to practically drag you up half-blood hill after a particularly gruesome fury attack.

when you woke up and saw luke sleeping next to you in a chair, his curls overgrown and falling onto his eyes, you thought you had died and gone to elysium.

you took in your unfamiliar surroundings. some sort of infirmary, with only your best friend next to you, the one you hadn’t seen in almost a year since you’d parted ways.

then, you remembered what was happening before you passed out; it was more likely that you were being tricked into a false sense of security by that fury, who definitely planned on devouring you later.

with a newfound sense of urgency, you decided it was time to get out of there before it was too late. you were reaching for your knife when you felt a hand grab your shoulder. without losing a second, you twisted your body around, weapon at the ready.

whoever it was watching over you sure looked like luke. he was wearing a bright orange shirt and leather cord necklace with one clay bead. another point of difference was the jagged scar that cut across his left cheek.

“it’s just me,” he said, gently. “you’re fine here. you’re safe.”

you weren’t convinced, kept your knife in front of you to keep distance. “prove it.” you narrowed your eyes. “tell me something only luke would know.”

“you’re left-handed.”

“that’s a great observation,” you scoff.

“storm is your favourite x-men character.”

“that’s a very popular opinion.”

“your aunt would make us mango lassi after swim camp when she got home from work,” luke tries for the third time. “and, my mom - she used to call you ‘starfish.’”

your heart skipped a beat.

that was the confirmation you needed.

the knife dropped from your hand, clattered on the wooden floor, as you pulled luke in for a hug. you were greeted by a familiar scent, that pear shampoo luke loved because it made his hair so soft, mixed with the smell of fresh pine trees.

“it’s really you,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

despite sleeping for gods know how long, you were exhausted. you rested your weight into luke, but he didn’t seem to care.

“it’s really you. i thought i’d never see you again.”

“where are we?” you asked, breaking away to face luke. you ignored the wooziness you felt throughout your body; luke seemed to sense it, his grip around you tightening. “are annabeth and thalia here, too? how’d you get here?” your thumb traced the unfamiliar scar on his face. “what happened? are you okay —”

“i-i’ll answer all your questions, but you lost a lot of blood.” luke guided you to lay back down in bed. “we’ll explain everything. just get some rest.”

a third scenario entered your mind: this was all a dream. you’d close your eyes and when you opened them again, luke would be gone. you’d be alone again.

you couldn’t let go of luke’s hand, even as he tucked you back into bed. you tugged his wrist, silently urging him to join you.

“will you stay with me?” you finally croaked when he continued standing.

luke looked at you, and you nodded once as final confirmation. then, he removed his shoes and slipped into the bed next to you. it was luke, all sweet pear and soft curls and strong heartbeat, and you held on to him in fear that he might slip away.

“always,” he whispered.

during the orientation video you were later shown, you learned that camp half-blood’s motto is keeping young heroes safe (mostly) for over three millennia!

luke had used that word, too. safe.

chiron told you this was to be your new home as he walked you to the poseidon cabin. he told you that you were safe now, though you noticed how the word almost got caught in his throat. he gave you a sad smile you didn’t quite understand.

you did wonder, at first, if those words were true: this place, a home for you and other children of gods. somewhere safe.

and, well.

you came to understand chiron’s general melancholy a few weeks later, and every week after that. he was used to training and sending heroes off to their potential death, and you would be no different. stolen lightning bolts, deadly quests, cryptic prophecies. a pending war between divine forces you had been entangled with long before you knew. heartache and betrayal and loss beyond measure.

but, there were other things, too.

annabeth, fitting in perfectly at the athena cabin, continued being her genius self, leading her team to victory every capture the flag game. she was extra patient in helping you with ancient greek, especially after chiron had given up.

chris rodriguez, luke’s half-brother, would tell you jokes from across the dining pavilion, knowing that you hated sitting alone at the poseidon table. michael yew, son of apollo, taught you how to play guitar at the bonfire one week; you’d ask for more and more lessons until you could start playing on your own. charles beckendorf made you a celestial bronze sword that shone like that burst of light when the sun hits the ocean at sunset. it transformed into a ring that you would never take off, unless in battle. you might not have gotten along with mr. d, but you spent free time picking fresh strawberries with his son, castor. you made matching friendship bracelets with silena beauregard, who was really the only person you confided in, about how you maybe possibly felt something other than friendship when it came to luke. she told you about her crush on clarisse larue, the daughter of ares whom you would always partner with during sparring practice. you taught ethan nakamura, who didn’t have his own cabin as the child of nemesis, how to properly hold a sword. thalia’s tree stood tall at the top of the hill where you almost bled to death, protecting you and everyone inside the magical borders. you, annabeth, and luke would share a picnic there every thursday.

you had been on the run for so long, always looking over your shoulder for monsters, sleeping with one eye open to be one step ahead of death, jumping from one place to the next so quickly to avoid danger.

so, yes.

it was nice to stay in one place, where you knew you were as safe as demigods could be. it was nice to spend your time learning and training and laughing instead of just surviving.

it was nice to have a place to call home. and people to call it home with.

now

the first week passes in the blink of an eye, and it’s like you never left.

tie-dye, volleyball, strawberry picking, kitchen duty, and cabin inspection.

luke has everyone on a tight schedule — one, you notice, conveniently places the two of you at opposite ends of camp at all times.

still, you catch up with clarisse and the stoll brothers, spend time with annabeth and percy, say hi to pollux and katie gardner and others you vaguely recognize as five years older than what you remember. there are also a lot of faces you don’t recognize at all.

of course, you try not to think about the faces you wished you could see: friends you grew up with and would never have a laugh with again, younger campers you had trained who would never grow up. all lost because of the gods and the titans and a prophecy you never asked to be a part of.

it’s a side effect of being back here; their ghosts are harder to ignore.

again — trying not to think about it.

anyways.

climbing wall, armory, sword-fighting practice, archery field, and free time on the beach.

to conclude: capture-the-flag, a friday night camp-half blood tradition.

you’re praising annabeth for her latest strategy that led to blue team victory when you notice luke. he was also on the blue team, but instead of celebrating with the rest of you, he’s speaking to someone who’s wearing a red helmet. they seem to be in a heated discussion, one that luke is not wanting to continue. his tells are the same, after all these years: the impatient tapping of his foot, his eyes searching for an out.

you give it to him.

“sorry, i need to borrow this guy.” you say, grabbing luke’s wrist. “camp emergency.”

if the person said anything, you didn’t hear it, because you were already dragging luke away from the crowd, towards the armory shed.

“what’s the emergency?” luke wonders, brows furrowed in concern. he has deep shadows under his eyes, too. keeping the ship that is camp half-blood afloat has clearly taken a toll on him.

“you wanting to get out of that conversation. you’re welcome.” you wink at him; luke flushes, and you’re not sure if it’s because he’s annoyed, or if he's just flustered. “so, are you gonna keep ignoring me the whole summer?”

you put your helmet on one of the shelves and turn back to luke. you expected him to start removing his armor as well, but he doesn’t. he just glares at you, arms crossed over his chest.

so, he’s annoyed, then.

“what do you expect?” luke hisses. “you can’t come back here and pretend that everything can be like it was when we were kids. things are different now, especially between us.”

you decide to take him up on his challenge.

“oh? tell me, luke, what exactly is different between us?”

luke shakes his head in disbelief. you remove your chest plate, and that’s when the tattoo on your waist becomes visible. it’s a magnolia, like one of the flowers that bloomed on the tree outside may castellan’s house.

something in luke softens, then. he sighs.

“you could have at least given me a warning.”

he storms off, and you’re left half-armored, wondering what he meant by that.

you figure it out once a few of you settle down for a late-night, underground poker game, and you’re trying not to stare at luke’s hands.

it starts with you telling yourself that you’re just trying to predict what cards he’s holding, figure out if he’s bluffing, and if he’s about to lose everything he’d so confidently bet on.

but then you notice the silver thumb ring that thalia got him for his 17th birthday. you notice an array of hair ties and elastic bands he keeps just in case a camper needs them, and woven bracelets given to him by his admirers. you notice how the tattoo on his wrist is covered. (it’s hidden well, but you know it’s there — you’d gotten one of a wing, the kind that might be found on a pair of magical red converse, at the same time)

you also notice the forest green painted on luke’s nails, the same shade worn by the person beside him.

van, the new head counsellor of the hephaestus cabin. you’d seen them at staff meetings, but you somehow did not notice that they were dating luke.

he moved on — is that why luke needed a warning? is that what's changed between you?

it’s fine. whatever. so what if luke has a new partner? it’s not like the two of you were anything, officially.

luke has a new partner. they’re wearing matching nail polish. they’re one of those couples.

well, van is also wearing a nickleback shirt and luke hates nickleback, unless that fundamental part of his personality changed, too.

“yo, sailor neptune. you in or not?” travis brings you out of your daze, by using a nickname luke once called you.

back before becoming heroes, when you and luke were just kids, you’d watch cartoons in his living room on saturday mornings — x-men, she-ra: princess of power, teenage mutant ninja turtles, sailor moon. a lifetime ago.

you look around the table and see that everyone has been waiting for you to take your turn. even luke raises an eyebrow at you.

“yeah.” you clear your throat and throw some chips into the centre. “i’m in.”

you have decent enough cards to keep you in the game, and you’re comfortable that you can play the odds in your favor. the stoll brothers are good liars, you know that, and so is luke. malcolm pace is good at strategy, but thankfully not as good as his half-sister annabeth. pollux, who had invited you to the game, already folded along with butch, the son of iris who has a rainbow tattoo on his bicep to prove it. beside you, lou ellen, daughter of the hecate, contemplates her next move. clovis has fallen asleep, true to their title as head counsellor of the hypnos cabin. you can’t get a read on van, but they keep raising the stakes so confidently, and you’ve always liked a good challenge.

soon enough, it’s only you and van in the bet. when it comes time to reveal your cards, you curse yourself for overplaying your hand.

“good game,” van says to you as they collect their winnings. “you really had me going there.”

“yeah.” your smile is strained, but it’s there nonetheless. “tried my best.”

“guess the curse of achilles doesn’t help as much in poker as it does in capture the flag.”

“excuse me?” you raise an eyebrow.

luke, who had one arm casually draped around van’s chair the entire game, pulls away. “van, maybe don’t —”

“it’s not like it’s a secret, luke. they’re the prophecy kid, everyone knows they bathed in the river styx to be able to fight kronos. it’s camp legend.”

other than you, luke, and van, everyone else is occupied with something else. connor busies himself shuffling the cards, while lou ellen, malcolm, and pollux get up for more drinks. it seems like butch and travis have their own bet going to see who can balance the most chips on clovis’ forehead without waking him up.

van waits for an answer. you’re a little queasy, and it’s not from the wine pollux managed to snag from his dad’s office. you’re suddenly faced with the reality that your life is reduced to a legend. you try your best to swallow that feeling, of being made into a greek tragic hero while your heart is still beating, and your life is still a mess.

“that’s relevant, why?”

“just that some people might consider the invulnerability thing an unfair advantage in physical competitions like capture the flag,” van explains. “increased strength and all that.”

“that would mean nothing without a good strategy,” you counter.

“that’s what i said,” luke grumbles.

you recognize van now as the person luke was arguing with earlier. it must have been about this.

about you.

“okay, y’all were best friends, so luke is obviously going to take your side.”

you’re not sure what stings more: friends or were.

“although, he never really talks about you, which is weird because you’re, like, famous in and outside camp.”

ouch. that definitely stings the most. luke winces slightly, almost like he feels it, too.

“alright, alright,” connor interjects, shuffling the cards in his hands. “another round?”

you’re the only one who decides to call it a night. everyone says goodbye; even van, who’s blissfully unaware of the effect their words had on you. luke avoids your gaze. the game continues without you.

percy’s snoring provides enough cover as you sneak into your shared cabin. you try to sleep, but it doesn’t come easy.

you feel the spot underneath your rib, the one spot you’re truly vulnerable, ache.

summer — age 17

for the first time in your life, you couldn’t breathe underwater. you were swimming in acid, and your skin was melting away.

at least, that’s what it felt like to bathe in the river styx. achilles could have mentioned that, but all he gave was a cryptic warning about anchoring yourself to what makes you mortal.

you really tried at first. you thought about your friends at camp. you thought about percy, about your aunt back when she was still around. you even thought about may castellan, burnt cookies and saturday mornings.

the pain was too much, though.

you were forgetting where you were, who you were. with every passing second, you were dissolving into nothing.

“if you wanted to go for a swim, you should have told me. i would have worn my swimsuit.”

luke’s voice echoed across the waves. you tilted your head up to see him sitting on the dock above you, his feet dangling into the water. he had rolled up his jeans to just above his ankles so they didn’t get wet, but his shoes were still on, which was a bit strange. the sun made his eyes look like burnt amber, his teeth sparkling as he smiled at you.

okay. cool.

you were at camp. it was mid-afternoon, free period. the two of you had been at the edge of the lake, until you became impatient and jumped in, fully clothed. behind him, you could see that annabeth, thalia, and percy were waiting for you on the shore. they were each wearing orange camp shirts, which was also strange; you couldn’t remember a time when you were all there together, as campers.

“we better go, sailor,” luke said, amusement laced throughout his words. “come on. those cabins aren’t gonna inspect themselves.”

luke extended his hand to you. when you hesitated, he added:

“i can’t do this without you. will you stay with me?”

you reached up and grabbed luke’s hand.

always.

you emerged from the water, catching your breath as you collapsed on the sand.

“oh gods. are you okay?”

your cousin, nico diangelo, son of hades, knelt down next to you. he tried to check your pulse, but you waved him away. your eyes searched for luke, but he wasn’t there, despite feeling the ghost of his hand in your own.

oh.

you weren’t at camp; you were in the underworld. it was nico’s idea for you to take on the curse of achilles so that you’d be strong enough to face kronos.

“did it work?”

you got up, a bit uneasy on your feet at first. nico helped steady you, his hands cold on your skin.

you felt….stronger wasn’t the right word. you felt adrenaline coursing through your veins, like you could swim across the biggest ocean without pausing once. like you could defeat an entire army and not break a sweat. maybe even take down a titan or two while you're at it.

you needed to see luke again, to meet him and the others in manhattan before it was too late.

“let’s hope so.”

now

you always loved mornings at camp half-blood. the beach was particularly beautiful at sunrise, the water peaceful.

the morning after that impromptu poker game, you need that peacefulness to wash over you. you’re awake after a rather sleepless night, deciding to go for a quick run before breakfast. you get dressed and grab your mp3 player, as quietly as you can to avoid waking up percy (who, truthfully, could probably sleep through a hurricane anyways).

you jog from one end of the beach to the other. you set a steady rhythm, somewhere between the beat of your music and the sound of waves gently washing over the shore. when you make your way back down to where you started, you notice someone sitting nearby.

luke doesn’t say anything when you first sit next to him. he’s wearing a dark blue hoodie over his usual orange shirt, a cigarette tucked behind his ear. you imagine that he confiscated it from a camper on the way here.

“morning,” he finally whispers, eyes fixed towards the ocean.

you shiver, and not just from the cool morning air. you’re reminded of the last time luke spoke to you so softly, the last time you’d caught an early morning sunrise together. such a contrast to where you are now.

“morning,” you finally reply.

as the sound of waves fills the silence between you, luke surprises you by taking a lighter out of his pocket. he lights the cigarette and takes a puff. then, he hands it to you.

it’s such an odd, though not unwelcomed, gesture. a peace offering, you figure, but it’s just so not luke that you can’t help yourself.

“is golden boy luke castellan, offering me contraband? what planet am i on?”

the hint of a smile creeps onto his face. “like i said: things are different now,” he echoes his words from the night before, but this time you don’t sense any hostility.

you take a drag of the cigarette. your fingers brush against his when you return it to him.

you decide to offer a peace offering as well, and present to him one of your earbuds — he accepts. you have to slide across the sand to move closer to him, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

i’m feelin’ rough, i’m feeling raw / i’m in the prime of my life….

as the song plays, you glance to see luke nodding along, tapping a finger on his knee to the beat. he lets the cigarette smoulder in his other hand.

we’re fated to pretend / to pretend / yeah, yeah, yeah….

when the song is over, luke turns to you.

“new group?” he brings the cigarette to his lips, then gives it back to you.

“kinda.” you inhale, letting the smoke warm your lungs before explaining. “this is considered they’re breakthrough album. they’re from connecticut, actually.”

“oh, yeah? guess that’s where all the talent is from.”

luke bumps his shoulder against yours knowingly. you feel your cheeks heat up at his praise, his witty sincerity.

this is familiar — you and luke, at the beach, sharing music. it’s familiar, and for a few moments, you can act like there isn’t a wall between you, of unresolved feelings and harsh words. you can pretend that nothing has changed.

“you know, nickleback are from connecticut, too. which means you just called them talented.”

luke coughs on some smoke as he exhales with a laugh. “what? no i didn’t!”

“in a roundabout way. i always knew you were an undercover fan,” you tease.

“i have better taste than that.”

“do you?”

“you’re fucking with me,” luke deadpans.

you crack a smile. “yeah, i’m fucking with you.”

“gods, you scared me for a second,” he laughs, and you can’t help but follow. luke glances at you and the sunshine highlights his smile, his dark brown curls, the ever-changing color of his eyes. golden, radiant.

you shiver again, looking away. before you know it, you feel something draped across your shoulders.

“i’m not sure van would like it if i was wearing your hoodie.” you joke, but your words are laced with a bitterness you hope luke doesn’t catch. unlucky for you, luke still knows you too well, whether he likes it or not.

“you don’t get to do that.”

“do what?”

luke scoffs. “be jealous.”

“well, you don’t get to tell me how to feel.”

“so, you are jealous?”

you exhale sharply; you can practically feel the wall between you two reappear.

“it’s too early, lu. and i’m too hungover to deal with this.”

there’s nothing more left to say. you get up, throw his hoodie on the sand, and walk back towards your cabin, the beach and luke further away with every step you take.

it makes sense that way: you were always the one to leave first.

#feel free to comment + reblog <3 #saf writes #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan #luke castellan x you #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo x reader #pjo fanfic #pjo series #luke castellan angst #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty

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grimbluesins · 3 months ago

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WILD KRATTS SHAPESHIFTER AU

THE KRATT BROTHERS

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Maerrtín is the older of the Kratt brothers. He likes the color blue because it reminds him of the ocean. He adores aquatic creatures and loves swimming and diving through the clearest waters he can find. He also enjoys reading and writing, and he keeps careful records of every creature he sees so he’s always able to turn into nearly anything he wants. He keeps a giant book in his bag that he wants to turn into a massive compendium of every creature on the planet (a little ambitious, but why not?)

When he’s in disguise as a human, he’s Martin Kratt, a zoologist who goes around taking pictures and notes of different animals. He’s happy to give out information about certain animals and likes learning about every creature he can find.

Krrhies is the younger of the brothers, and also the less cautious. He’s often seen swinging or jumping through the treetops, climbing steep cliffsides, or performing incredible acrobatic feats. He likes green the most because he loves the natural shades of the woodlands. He really likes flying both over and under the leafy canopies, so he’s usually seen as some kind of bird or flying mammal. However, he also likes running really quickly, and he’ll sometimes become mammals. He has a tendency to try and eat every cool plant, flower, or wild berry he can see (even if it’s extremely toxic).

When disguised as a human, he’s the excitable Chris Kratt, a zoologist who runs little experiments and takes on the more hands-on parts of the science. He prefers to observe and report while Martin takes the notes. Chris has a special little passion for magical creatures, who are incredibly strange and little-seen animals like unicorns, chimeras, and even dragons.

This duo is determined to find their forms together while staying alive (Martin) and causing as much chaos as possible (Chris). Martin’s anxiety about being discovered strongly rivals Chris’s confidence that they’ll just “become the cool outlaws that will change the status quo.” They’re a little strange, but they can’t live without each other by their side. And damn it, even in their true forms, they’ll still stay close together, right?

#wild kratts au #wild kratts #martin kratt #chris kratt #au #fantasy au #oh man #oh boy #oh jeez #here we go #gonna lose my mind

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vamp1r1cjuggalo · 6 months ago

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Update about the downfall AU?? I love it already, so I must ask.😭

Hi hi! Yes yes! I’m really glad you like it!

So we do actually a lot of updates! I’ll start off with our status list and then dive into characters!

Status list

Toons:

Flippy: dead rip L

Lord Lowden Clear: Alive, the new mayor

Mata Hairy: Alive, doing well

Good Ol’ Gil Giggles: Alive

Bumpy Bumblebehr: Alive

Rain: Alive and well, chilling with William

Reid Stock: Alive

River: Alive

Barnacle Bessie: Alive

The elders: Alive, old as shit

Timmy: Alive

Rocky: Might be dead, possibly due to an encounter with an odd red cat lawbot

Vinny: Alive but injured, not critically however

Rhapsody: Alive

Moe Zart: Alive, heavily disgruntled

Rose: Alive

Reed: Alive

Coach Zucchini: Dead

Lil Oldman: Alive

Ridge: Alive

Mac Opsys: Alive

Winn Dos: Alive

Elvis Purrsly: Questionable

Ok yeah most of the toons R alive

Cogs:

William: Alive, but fired, bad condition

Buck R.: Alive-ish, stuck in a permafusion w/Dave

Brian: Alive, fired, with Mac and Winn

Alton: Alive

Mary: Alive, on the search for misty, left the company

Misty: Alive but missing

Winston: Alive, very bad condition but alive

Holly: Alive, trying to help finding misty

Prester: questionable

Ben: Alive, forced to stay in the company

Cathal: Alive, the current VP

Allan: Dead, they killed my wife

Belle: Alive

Dave: Alive-ish, stuck in a permafusion w/ Buck

Chris: Alive

Flint: Alive, in the mafia

Cosmo and the inventors: Alive, buisness is kinda going to shit, hence them trying to get more people into the family

The Litigation team: Chimeraed

CLO; Critical condition but alive

Spruce: Alive

Chip: Alive, stuck in override

Craig: Alive

Desmond: A lot better than William that’s for true, Alive

Buck Wilde: Alive

Dana: A bit fucked up mentally but she’s doing ok, propaganda machine

Tawney: Alive

Graham: Alive but kinda starting to not be great mentally and physically L

Thomas: Alive but doin shit mentally

Robert: Alive, doin shit mentally, desperately trying to stand ground

Now for character updates:

Rain and William

William and Rain end up partnering up, the two coming together to survive after William left the company, having to leave for his safety as his age and outdated shell and software led to him beginning to fall apart, not able to withstand battle.

Rain has taken on engineering, to keep him together as best as she can.

Flint Bonpyre

They join Pluto’s crew officially, mostly out of desperation for a bit more money since repairs and stuff have been more expensive as of late due to the rise in them as well as lack of resources

Elvis Purrsly

Looking a little more robotic then usual, but it was found out he is alive. Sort of.

Misty Monsoon

While alive she may be, no one can find them, they’ve gone missing. Though reports have shown heavy and rapid weather changes in certain areas around toontown.

Mary Anna

Mary quit COGS inc, due to both her heavy concerns for the pollution, how awful everything has been, and to make more time to search for Misty. She has been leading the search for a few months now, but no one has been able to find Misty.

And that’s all for now folks!

We do have high roller lore but I still need to draw her ack

But yeah! Here are some updates! Thank you for reading!

#toontown #toontown corporate clash #ttcc #TT downfall au #downfall au #rain toontown #derrick man #firestarter #elvis purrsly #rainmaker #deep diver #william boar #flint bonpyre #misty monsoon #mary anna #cw mention of death

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orcinus-the-orca · 1 month ago

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Whumptober Day 6: Not Realizing They're Injured | Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms | "It's not my blood"

Continuation of my BOW!Chris AU! This AU lives rent free in my head, I want it out. I'll be sitting there, minding my own business, and then suddenly I'm haunted by the men. At some point, I will write more, but for now please enjoy!

He needed a drink. Leon decides that about sums up this whole adventure. Alcohol would do wonders for the headache that permeates from the side of his head, might even help him go to sleep later. But no, alcohol is apparently considered unhealthy in this establishment (even though Leon knows for a fact the overseers are watching with wine glasses dancing in their hands). No, Leon has to deal with all this with no hope of crashing afterwards. Chris wouldn’t be happy if he did, but honestly Leon deserved a little bit of a treat.

He kicks the creature at his feet for good measure, just to make sure it’s actually dead before ducking down and grabbing its ankles. As much as his head hurts, the stench coming off this Chimera wannabe outdoes it by a million. Even if he found a nice crevice in the cave to hide in, something will eventually come around in search of the smell that screams death (or food; he can never tell what these things think of each other). Best to move it outside and deal with it when Chris comes back. Pulling a monster by the ankles out of a supersized lizard cover so he can avoid more rejected freaks. Yeah, Leon could really use that drink.

He’s only got one foot out the door when a sharp scream fills the air, and Leon has to pull back. He’s moving just in time to avoid the claws of some kind of crossbreed between a Hunter and Licker, its clawed tongue whipping around wildly while its eyeless face swivels back and forth. Definitely another reject, Leon decides, because how could this thing be anymore dangerous than a Hunter or Licker on their own. Plus, it’s kind of shrimpy. Naturally, he grabs for the makeshift spear left by the path. He tightens his grip, the jagged end positioned so that he rams it straight into the temple of the monster. The stone end imbeds into the flesh, the rest of the staff splintering in the process but accomplishing the task well enough. The Hunker (good enough) screeches, thrashing around in its attempts to both hit Leon and remove the protruding object. Not dead, unfortunately. And he wasted the last of his rocks on the third wave of BOWs.

“There some kind of family reunion I wasn’t invited to?” Leon asks the Hunker, only to stumble back when that tongue comes lashing down with cruel efficiency. It scores the earth, undoing the careful layer of substrate. The Hunker pulls its tongue back, smart enough to know it didn’t meet its target but it was still blind.

For a moment, Leon entertained the idea of simply waiting it out. At some point, another BOW would make its way over, attracted by the scent of a larger, more dominant creature that challenged its reign. He discarded the idea when the Hunker jerked forward, mouth agape and claws outstretched for his throat. He dove to the side, clearing the path of those claws. Unfortunately, he cleared the boundary in the process. The moment he hit the ground, his muscles seized as one electric current after the next coursed down his spine.

Move. Move. He yelled to himself, but it was taking every part of him to just breathe. Each attempt to shift back into bounds only brought with it jerking and noise. Noise that was telling the Hunker exactly where he was. He could see it from his peripheral, that tongue unfurling as it jerked its head, bringing that muscle down like the crack of a whip. If he could just roll–

A shape, dark brown, leapt past Leon and into the Hunker. There was the sound of screeching, the noise only amplifying the currents rolling through his body. He grit his teeth, focusing his energy to rolling back. If he could get on his stomach he could pull himself back to bounds. He had just about built his resolve when he found his leg taken into the possession of something much larger.

Leon twisted, kicking at the face of his offender and nailing them in the nose. The affronted noise was one akin to a kicked dog, his leg released in favor of groveling at Leon’s feet. The smooth furred body and the messy head, coupled with the sudden relief of being back in bounds, had Leon collapsing under the strained relief.

“Chris,” he breathed, laughing softly as he rested his head on substrate. “Damn it, don’t scare me like that.”

Chris makes a humming noise, crawling over to nudge against his side; asking if he was okay. At least, Leon hoped that was the case. The last thing he wanted was for the rumors to be true. Weakly, he patted the side of Chris’s head.

“I’m fine. Had worse. Could go for a drink, though,” he smiled up at his friend, who only tilted his head in reply. Obviously, Chris didn’t seem to pressed about the alcohol comment; Leon didn’t know whether to feel relieved or anxious about that.

Chris is whining still, now beginning to pace back and forth where Leon is very content to just lie down for awhile. The big probably has a point, they’re in the open and there could be any number of twisted critters orchestrated by the curators. Best to be somewhere they can rest without worry. Groaning, Leon pushes himself into sitting grateful when Chris scurries over to his side as support.

“Easy, I’m okay,” Leon soothes. He notes the way Chris is nosing again, honing in on where Leon grunts in pain. It’s not much, just bruises, but the unhappy noises Chris makes brings laughter to Leon’s chest. His friend is still there, even if the memories aren’t.

“Relax, it’s not my blood,” Leon pats Chris’s head when the latter starts scrutinizing the blood on his shirt. It’s probably from one of the first Hunkers, it’s too red to be from anything else. As Leon begins to stand, he grimaces at the sharpness that strikes his left leg. “That on the other hand…”

He hopes it’s just twisted.

Involuntarily, he whimpers when he tries to put some weight on it, a noise not unnoticed by Chris. His friend pushes in closer, mouth opening and closing as he debates where to “scruff” Leon or risk being told off again. Leon decides he is too tired for either, and wraps an arm around Chris’s. Despite not being able to fully loop the bicep, it’s enough stability for a few steps.

“Come on. I’ll take first watch.” Leon takes the first step, and to Chris’s credit he picks up on his “crutch duties” pretty quick, shuffling alongside with careful steps. Although he gently nips at Leon’s hair, grumbling until Leon laughs weakly. “Whatever you say, Boss.”

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eskiol · 1 year ago

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Total Drama Supernatural au

Its like teen wolf but the protagonist of it all is Cody whos human but gets brought into all kinds of supernatural shit be his bestfriend Noah gets bitten one night their exploring the woods

Supernatural:

Lindsay - Banshee

Courtney - Wendigo

Alejandro - Hell hound

Heather - Kitsune

Noah - Werewolf

Cody - Human

Duncan - Demon

Gwen - Demon

Bridgette - Siren

Geoff - Human

Ezekiel - Kanima

Sierra - Ghost

Izzy - Werewolf

Trent - Human

Leshawna- Human

Harold- pheonoix

Tyler - Chimera

Dj - Human Katie - Xana

Sadie - Vampire

Justin - Alp

Chris - Fenrir

Chef - Human

Blaineley - Banshee

Don- Werewolf

Josh- werewolf

Just like in teen wolf some characters are in highschool some are

Unaware/Aware of their supernatural abilities (might be making a a03)

Other characters not mentioned arc human or will come in later and make an appearance

They all have "Human Disguises" but its what alot of them look like generally.

Possible Relationships

Lindsay x Courtncy

'Trent x Gwen

Noah x Emma

Heacher x Alejandro

Bridgerre & Geoff

Di x Katie

Duncan x Courtney

And etc

There will be events just like in teen wolf in this

Such as the Nogitsune, Kanima issue, The war, The Deadpool, The ghost riders, Banshee (Lindsay) getting taken into the mental hospital (Echo house will be something different) and etc.

Echo house will be the island, it wont be the show island it is supposed to be a hidden island with the asylum to keep away from harming people theres no cabins or anything om the island just a asylum chat

Chris runs eventually Chef joins after their truce. Poople who are taken as crazy att shipped to that island.

#total drama island #total drama #total drama au #teen wolf

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kingofangst · 2 years ago

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wow, u have so many! it's hard to choose! but, um, okay. here's some (if u don't mind)

4. Good for wolves, bad for trauma (Isaac/Theo au)

10. Holes of sorrow (Lydia Martin time travel au)

21. Redeeming the villains of teen wolf

22. An electrifying kind of love (Josh/Brett)

30. That is a firm handshake you got there (Stiles/Brett slow burn)

i still want to know about the good theo one, but since u told me a lot already (same for THG thiam au one too) i'm cutting these off of this :)

Oh Wow! I wasn't expecting this but I don't mind at all😁💯 I will be debriefing them

4) This was started off by an idea of a rarepair. Which was then crafted with moodboards of these two. (Credits to you @thiamsxbitch) Basically this is an AU where Isaac doesn't leave to France with Chris. Instead he stays with Scott and Melissa as he battles against the Deadpool while being a mentor and beta to Liam. When he is a senior and someone from Scott's and Stiles's childhood crosses path, Isaac is skeptical but intrigued. He finds it mysterious that Theo wants to join Scott's pack out of nowhere which makes him hold the chimera at arms length. But Theo is interested in the tall beta werewolf who is not just one of Scott's best friends but is also the former lover of Allison. As these two cross, they find out more about themselves and are drawn to each other, not realizing the severity of the situation or Theo's deception before it's too late.

10) Holes of Sorrow became a huge creation of mines since I have seen a few time travel fanfics of Scott, Derek, Chris, and one from Allison. But Lydia (who happens to be one of my favorite characters too) goes from being a Queen Bee to becoming of the most trusted friends and allies in the series by season 6 and her banshee and intelligence is what makes her into a sophisticated badass.

But I decided to have this idea where the war is over but at the cost of her life and a majority of the pack. Rather than her soul passing on to the afterlife she is sent back in time to season 1 on the first day of school back from winter break. Which will not only confuse Lydia and give her a second chance, but also change the outcomes now that she has developed and become mature within herself and her banshee powers.

21) This fanfic or sets of one shots/mini series will be dedicated to the villains of Teen Wolf had their traumas played differently, had they made a different decision, or had they been saved by someone. (excluding Gerard and Kate because those two are psychotic murderers, Corinne because she is a cold blooded assassin, the Dread Doctors because technically they are corpses and the Nogitsune who is an entity of pure evil).

It would comprise the tragic villains of Peter Hale, Matt Dahler, Victoria Argent, Jennifer Blake, Kali, Ennis, Decaulion (even if he became a pacifist in season 6), Garrett, Violet, Sean Walcott (he wasn't a villain really but he went rogue as a Wendigo), Halwyn, Gabe Valet and Tamora Monroe. Each of them in a one shot or mini series to what if scenarios or how would it impact them and the story differently. I may add in Theo as an AU too. Mr. Douglass I will not add because he is a Nazi and he wanted to take the power of the Wild Hunt. Dr. Valek I am uncertain about due to his agenda for the supernatural and what he did to Lydia.

22) This one I am actually still brainstorming but I am actually planning out their dialogue and how they meet. These two are seen paired in fanfics I have read with this pairing and I decided to pair them up in this fanfic. From Strangers to Lovers, and while I do intend to add fluff (and adult content so rated E🔞🔞) I also intend to not make it easy and allow angst and darkness into his fanfic considering what Josh goes through and what he becomes.

They both will meet at Sinema and drawn to each other by their looks and their appeals. Of course while Josh can act carefree and edgy, he would be having a hard time to keep up with the smug, charming, and daring Brett who will be the cause of Josh's racing heart. While at the same time Brett's feelings for Josh will be claiming his own heart as he acquires the fuzzy feelings around the cute Latino teenager.

30) So how did this come into play? Well I got into Stiles/Brett ship (known as Briles) due to a fanfic called Summer Daze by emsittens which intrigued this spark. Then I went into a Briles brain rot which I still ship completely and began reading some Briles fanfics. There are many Briles fanfics on AO3 but my favorites aside from Summer Daze are the ones written by my dear friend @amatchinwater who has many fanfics of Briles. (I applaud you💙💙💙😎😎😎)

But in this WIP, Stiles meets the 8-pack Devenford Prep Lacrosse captain after getting Liam away from him but after trying to play "polite" and use his wits, Brett tells him something that is a mixture of an insult and a flirtatious compliment. "You really are a talkative mouthy one. A hot, talkative mouthy one at that😏"

#teen wolf #teen wolf asks #answered asks #asks #teen wolf fanfics #theo x isaac #Briles #brett x stiles #isaac lahey #theo raeken #lydia martin #brett talbot #stiles stilinski #josh diaz #teen wolf josh diaz #teen wolf villains

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starf4wn · 2 years ago

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My Wild Kratts AU list! you can check each one in their tags but some information may be outdated.

Inner beast CPS users especially Chris and Martin have to deal with instincts that took form in their minds and often disturb Chris's sleep (I'll probably change the description later)

Hidden in the Dark Green An organization run by the Varmitech family kidnaps Chris from a very young age, separating him from his family and leaving him and Martin with trauma, years later they meet again but things have changed.

Over n' Over After Chris died in a fight with the villains, Martin tries to save him using the portable time machine that Aviva invented but fails and just keeps seeing Chris get killed multiple times in multiple ways but ends up breaking the space-time of his universe.

Genetic Chimera: Naztarim (OC) decides to test an experiment on Chris which changes his genetics and causes changes in his appearance and mind even without having the CPS activated.

Note: The only AU that is cancelled and doesn't have or will never have a rewrite/remake/reimagination is PSTD Aviva, but others AUs like Genshin Impact Crossover and Forest Green do have reimagination and/or remakes which you can check in Hidden in the Dark Green and Genetic Chimera respectively

Last updated: 8/04/2023

Update 24/01/2024: I'm not anymore in the wk fandom so this means ALL of these AUs are currently cancelled/discontinued.

#wild kratts #wild kratts au #azi's stuff

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protectxthem · 2 years ago

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CHRISTOPHER ARGENT

Full name: Christopher Jacob Argent Nickname | Aliases: Chris, Mr. Argent, Argent Age: 41-45 Birthday: 1970 Gender: Cisgender Male Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Bisexual Species: Human | AU verse: Werewolf (Born) Occupation: Hunter Languages Spoken: English, Spanish and French Skills: Animal Tracking, gunslinger, hand to hand combat, Knife skills

FAMILY

Mrs. Argent ( mother ;; status unknown ) Gerard Argent ( father ;; deceased ) Kate Argent ( younger sister ;; deceased ) Allison Argent ( daughter ;; Verse dependent ) Victoria Argent ( wife ;; deceased ) Cooper Argent ( nephew ;; alive )

Affiliations: Michael Hale, Peter Hale, etc.

MISC

Zodiac: N/A Looks: Short dark blonde/gray hair, bright blue/gray eyes, fair skin, medium height and athletic build, clothing is form fitting, boots when he’s out hunting or out relaxing. Height: 5’10” Faceclaim: JR Bourne Hobbies: N/A Interest: N/A Fandom(s): Teen Wolf, Wolf Pack, Supernatural, The Walking Dead, TLOU, open to crossovers

BIOGRAPHY

Christopher Argent, commonly referred to as Chris Argent or simply Argent, is a supporting character on Teen Wolf. He is the son of the late Gerard Argent and an unnamed mother, the brother of Kate Argent, the nephew of Alexander Argent, the husband of the late Victoria Argent, the father of Allison Argent, and a descendant of Marie-Jeanne Valet and Henri Argent.

Argent was first introduced as an antagonist in Season 1 and Season 2 due to his status as a prolific Werewolf Hunter, and he, his wife, and his sister spent the entirety of the first season hunting down "the Alpha," who was later revealed to be Peter Hale. In Season 2, he began to train his young daughter Allison to become a Hunter as well while their clan tracked down the Kanima and sought revenge for Kate's supposed death.

A short time following his wife Victoria's decision to kill herself as per the Hunter Code after she was inadvertently bitten and turned into a Werewolf during a battle with then-Alpha Derek Hale, Argent and Allison left the Hunter life, unwilling to lose any more loved ones to the supernatural world. However, it wasn't long before both Argent and Allison were pulled back into the paranormal drama in Beacon Hills, first to battle against the Darach and the Alpha Pack, and then again to fight against the Oni and the Nogitsune. Unfortunately, the latter battle ultimately led to the death of his only daughter, Allison, at the hands of an Oni much to Argent's devastation.

He took a sabbatical in France to mourn Allison's death, but soon returned once again to help defend the supernatural community of Beacon Hills to fight against the Deadpool assassins, Peter, and his sister Kate, who had, unbeknownst to him, been turned into a Werejaguar when Peter attempted to kill her and was intent to get revenge on Scott McCall for what she believed was his role in the decimation of her family. Once these threats were dealt with, Argent left with the Calavera Hunter family to continue hunting Kate, but he returned in the second half of Season 5 to once again help the pack in Beacon Hills, this time to fight against the Dread Doctors and the so-called "Last Chimera."

In Season 6, Argent assisted the McCall Pack in their fight against the Ghost Riders of the Wild Hunt and Garrett Douglas, the Löwenmensch who sought to control them for his own ends, all the while developing a close friendship with Melissa McCall that would ultimately develop into a romance. In the second half of the season, Argent and the pack once again was fighting a war on two fronts, with the ancient Anuk-ite inducing fear among the townspeople, giving Gerard and his new protégée Tamora Monroe to capitalize on this fear and create an army in hopes of ending the supernatural after all. The series ended with Argent happily in a romantic relationship with Melissa and still an active ally to the pack, free from his father's influence.

Thirteen years since the death of his father Gerard and the temporary defeat of Monroe's Army, it is a mystery to what Argent had been doing in the last years. He tracked down Scott and Deaton, who had settled down in Los Angeles, and explained that he had been having visions and nightmares of Allison crying out for help, coming to the conclusion that she trapped in the Tibetan gap between life and death, Bardo. He suggested a ritual to help her soul find peace and was shown to have retrieved the Oni sword that was stained with his daughter's blood. Deaton managed to figure out that this was part of a plan elaborated by the recently-freed Nogitsune and freed Argent from his possession. Argent had an emotional reunion with his daughter, who had been brought back to life by the Nemeton, and both joined forces with their packmates and allies to end the Nogitsune once and for all.

Argent is a member of the Argent Family of Hunters, is an ally of the McCall Pack, and is also currently working with the Calavera Family of Hunters.

#Character bio #about; Chris Argent #there's a room where the queue can't find you

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fruchtfliege · 1 month ago

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🐺💋🫡🧪🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

...ask from this post...

🐺 - stuck as a wolf!theo au

Liam stays in the entrance with Theo for a moment.

“We could still make a break for it,” Theo suggests in a whisper, barely sarcastic.

Smiling at him, Liam lets himself enjoy the sight of Theo being here. He could’ve run away at any given point today. Or even planned an escape yesterday to make sure to miss this much dreaded pack meeting. But he didn’t. Theo’s here. With him. The beta's affectionate gazing is only broken by Liam looking down when he sees Theo raise his fist slightly. Liam’s smile twists into a lovey-dovey pout.

“Don’t make me like you too much. I can’t even kiss you here!” Liam complains, heartbroken, before he fist bumps him and then walks at a courageous pace towards the living room.

Theo breaks into a soft smile of his own.

“Come!” Liam says innocently when he notices that Theo isn’t following him.

The chimera doesn’t even think about it, he immediately steps out of the entrance and joins him.

💋 - petopher mean girls!au

“Who the fuck does she think she is?” Peter growls, his eyes gaining a faint glow. It doesn't matter if he lets himself shift a little, it’s Halloween.

“I think she’s supposed to be a girl Einstein?” Duke says with a hesitant voice.

Peter glares at him.

“I know what her costume is, idiot!” Peter snarls, so angry, he's almost panting. His eyes, still darkened by fury, glance right back at Melissa. He barely suppresses a growl. “She just had to steal what’s mine again, uh?” he adds despite his fangs popping out.

“I mean, she got invited by him,” Corinne reminds him. “Also, he’s not really yours anymore.”

Peter turns to her, his eyes glowing with a bright and menacing gold. “Do you need a lesson in ownership?”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” She stares at him, getting her claws out.

“Peter, just let it go,” Duke says with a sigh. “It’s Halloween and he’s his own person.”

Peter looks back at Chris smiling at Melissa Caravello… Smiling like Chris used to smile at him.

“Not for long,” Peter says confidently, his mind already working on a plan to get Chris back. Peter kinda missed having him around anyway. He was a fun distraction. A distraction Melissa won’t get to have.

🫡 - the caretaker

At 8 am sharp, Theo is there to pick up Corey, Brett, and Liam to give them a lift to practice. Since they all slept at Mason's place, they all agreed it was smarter to simply take one car. Anyway, both Corey and Brett are too tired to drive and wouldn't have gone to practice if it hadn't been for Liam making sure they did. Beside Liam who has a suspicious pep in his step on his way out, Corey and Brett are dragging their feet behind.

“Good morning, sleepyheads,” Theo exclaims, happy to be the torn in their sleep-deprived sides. Sipping from one of the two mugs of coffee in his hands, Theo waits by his truck and gives the second mug to Liam with barely more than a quick glance.

“Not fair,” Brett whines at the obvious favoritism, “how come he gets a coffee and not me?”

Theo shrugs. “I like him better than you.”

Liam happily gets in the passenger seat with a small grin.

“Yeah, tell me something I don't know.” Brett groans, walking all the way around the car to get in the backseat with Corey.

They barely put on their seat belts when Theo then unceremoniously passes a blue Gatorade bottle to Corey who immediately breaks into a smile with excitement. He doesn't drink coffee but he sure loves blue-flavored juice!

“How come Corey gets-” Brett exclaims once more with even more offense but then stops himself immediately. “You know what, nevermind. I'm not walking into that one.” He turns and stubbornly looks out the window.

Theo chuckles – a hint of sinister cackle underneath it that Theo doesn't often lets out these days – before finally handing Brett a can of his favorite brand of energy drink.

Brett freezes for a moment, genuinely shocked that not only he would get him something but also know what his favorite drink is… After a moment of hesitation, Brett finally takes it, rolling his eyes to hide the residual surprise. Theo starts the car and pretends he can't see Liam gazing and smiling openly at him.

🧪 - re-animator au

Now, it's Liam's turn to put a hand over Theo's mouth. He doesn't do it gently either. With his left hand on the back of his head to maintain him there, Liam presses his right hand hard on his face. He thinks Theo will put up a fight as he so often does. And sure, Theo freezes for a moment but it's oh so clear how he eases into the firm hold with the willingness of an obedient dog. Liam stares at him, mesmerized. There's something so intimate about feeling the air that travels in and out of Theo's nose against his hand. Liam doesn't even care about the person in the corridor anymore, all he can think about is how dark Theo's eyes are as they finally land on him.

Liam needs to keep his hand over Theo's mouth just to keep himself from kissing him.

🤍 - first chimera!liam

Stiles accidentally slaps Scott's face as he makes grand gestures. “Did we all forget how Liam just came out of nowhere on day dot to save the day like some cartoon superhero?”

“But that's exactly it!” Theo exclaims, cutting him off in the process. “Don't you think that, if he planned this, he would've come in, helped a little but ultimately still not do better than us and maybe even get himself hurt? That way, he still would've proved himself willing to help without ever portraying himself as a threat. By showing weakness, he could've gotten our sympathy and lowered our defenses.”

Scott and Stiles stare at him for a few, long seconds.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Stiles quickly answers. “You just sound like you've thought it through.”

“I- No, it's… It's just common sense.”

“Common evil sense,” Stiles says as he squints suspiciously at one of the closest friends in the whole world.

#making me write over time??? thank you! i actually needed to lol #teen wolf #theo raeken #thiam #liam dunbar #petopher #peter hale #chris argent #christopher argent #my stuff #stuck as a wolf!theo au #first chimera!liam au #mean girls au #the caretaker #re-animator au #i hope you like them ❤️❤️

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kazzykatt · 3 years ago

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@krazykratts chimera chris au my beloved 💜

#wild kratts au #chimera chris au #kazzy dibuja #saw a moth #had to draw it #wild kratts art request 2021

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alanaartdream · 3 years ago

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So I have a day off before heading back to work tomorrow but stuck in lockdown so you know what that means??

Yes that’s right

My attempts at drawing @cursed-corn @eddiebun22 and @krazykratts Wild Kratts AUs

(With are chimera Chris au; green bandit au and demon Kratts au)

Oh jees imagine what would happen if those 3 world had a crossover the mayhems that would happen

Then some wild kratts bothers drawing with one Chibi drawing of myself as a chibi cat girl person with one of my flying beeping fuzzballs critters and some cat ghosts as drawing/ sketching practice

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razzle-zazzle · 3 years ago

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@krazykratts for you 😌

431 Words; Worm's Acid Green AU

"Chris," Martin cautioned, "Whatever it is, I'm sure I'll underst—"

"No," Chris snapped, batting Martin's hand away, "You don't. You don't know what it's like to be stuck in your shadow."

Martin flinched back.

Chris continued, undeterred, "But of course you wouldn't understand that! You're little Mr. Perfect Martin Kratt! The fucking golden child, and I'm—"

He hissed though his teeth. "And I'm just the kid brother following you everywhere."

Martin winced. "Chris, hey, you know I'd never mean to—"

"This isn't about your intentions, Martin!" Chris bristled, "It's about how all my life I was stuck being second best to you!" He stepped forwards, poking Martin in the chest with his finger as he spoke, "About how when people looked at us they only saw you! About how I barely felt like a person when I went off to college!"

Martin stepped back.

Chris huffed, shoulders heaving, "But now, as Hunter Z, I'm someone. I can make a difference and I can do it with my own two hands." His eyes fell to the ground, voice dropping, "I don't need to follow you around to feel important."

"Chris, there's gotta be a way you can make a difference without—" Without causing millions in property damage, without hurting people—

Without violence.

And that was the crux of the issue, wasn't it? Chris was an internationally wanted ecoterrorist. Martin wasn't going to just stand back and let his brother commit crime.

"No," Chris snarled, "No, you don't get to take this away from me." He was looking directly at Martin, now, fire in his eyes and venom in his voice, "Not after all of the hard work I've put into this! Not after I've finally made a name for myself!"

Martin tensed. "Yeah, you made a name for yourself alright. As a criminal!"

"Oh, so that's your angle," Chris shot back, "The fucking golden boy playing hero and stopping the big bad vigilante! Whoopie, good for you!"

"You're an internationally wanted terrorist!" Martin threw his hands into the air, "Of all the irresponsible, idiotic—"

Chris snarled, "Oh, like you're one to talk about being responsible!" Tolerance for Martin's presence apparently hit, Chris grabbed his helmet from where he'd set it, muttering venom as he sorted through his bag.

Martin's chest was heaving, his hands shaking.

"Chris—" He started, trying to keep the wobble from his voice, "Don't you dare run away from this. This conversation isn't over."

Chris glared at him. "No, no, this conversation is over." He put the helmet on. "I'm done talking to you."

"Chris! Chris, get back here!"

#wild kratts #worm's acid green au #another very out of context drabble written during brainrot #sorry that both of these are so short i didn't really have anything to add to them #so! i'm posting them all on the same day!#christmas presents for wormy and for all the chimera chris and acid green enjoyers!#also just #the lines in this piece #very satisfied with my genius if i do say so myself /j #chris kratt #martin kratt

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sunnyie-eve · 5 years ago

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Chapter 45 | Your Sister

Series: Unnatural

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Loss

We find an old wooden door and pause, listening. We can hear a heartbeat and Liam says it's Mason. We descend into the lair and find Mason attached, by the glowing tube needle, to the bubbling tube of Der Soldat. Mason says he can feel the needle in his skull and Liam and Scott try to remove it but he screams in pain at the merest touch. The Dread Doctors return and one of the Surgeon mocks Theo as a failure. "I'm not a failure." Theo starts to get upset. They tell him he's not a complete failure because they learned from him. Scott tried telling Theo they are trying to get to him so I place my hand in his shoulder, "Listen to Scott, Theo. They want to get to you. Listen to me, don't give in to them."

The Surgeon continues to mock Theo saying he has the entitlement and narcissism typical of his generation. Liam tries to remove the spike from Mason's neck causing him to scream a lot. The head Dread further explains that Theo's failure taught them an important lesson. It taught them the banality of evil. He says Theo will always be an ordinary evil. They thought they needed perfect evil to resurrect the perfect killer but found that corrupting something truly good actually did the trick.

"Theo no!" I yell as he fights the Dreads and I join in then so does Liam while Scott tries to stop him. Scott was first to get pushed down with Liam following him then me between them. Mason manages to stand reaching behind him and pulls out the needle himself. He begins to transform, his eyes glow a whitish blue and the Dreads are thrilled at this transformation without frequency. The clouds of shadow form around Mason and the beast comes into focus. The beast starts ripping apart the Dread Doctors. The Geneticist lays on the floor twitching and dripping liquid from one of the masks many tubes. The beast picks up The Pathologist and rips off its head. It rolls across the floor landing at Theo and The Surgeon's feet. The beast knocks Theo aside, stabs The Surgeon with its enormous claws and drags it outside.

While Scott and Liam follow it outside, I go to Theo's side to see if he's okay. "You should have moved you idiot." I say taking his hand taking a little bit of his pain. "Why do you care? You know I'm the bad guy and what my plan is still." He groans in pain and I let go of his hand, "I don't know. Okay, Theo. I don't know why I care? I know you are the enemy that still wants to take one of my best friends down. I know how much of a horrible person you are but I still find myself caring. Like you said, you'd get me to like you whether I like it or not." I pull out his phone texting Tracy to come help him. "Tell me the truth, do you really try helping me from when I go to hell?" I sigh, "No but does turn out I do end up losing you and it upsets me." I laugh at myself heading to the stairs, "And I really hate myself for that." I tear up running to find Scott and Liam.

Scott, Liam and me arrive at the clinic with The Surgeon who is apparently still alive after being attacked by the Beast. Scott wants to keep the remaining Dread Doctor alive but Deaton says he's not sure The Surgeon is technically alive at all. Liam says we need to interrogate him and Stiles suggests they don't use torture enough. Me, Scott, and Liam can hear Sebastian's voice in their heads saying come to me. The Surgeon sits up on the exam table and begins to emit a loud frequency that shakes the building. Scott and the rest of us cover our ears. Liam starts to attack the Dread but is repulsed by an electromagnetic pulse from its hand. The Surgeon exits the building and closes the doors with a similar pulse. It magnetizes portions of the building causing the metal table and other implements to fly toward the exit. A power cable breaks, electrifying the magnetized barricade of metal and blocking Liam and Scott from giving chase.

The five of us discuss how Mason's vanishing twin might factor into saving him. We figure that, just like Mason still had the DNA of the twin he absorbed before birth inside his body, Mason's DNA or, metaphorically, his spirit could still be inside Sebastien. Deaton explains that life is energy and energy can't simply disappear. He says while the Dread Doctors broke the rules of the supernatural rules, there are some rules that just won't break. He says Mason must exist, as a spark of energy or flicker or memory, inside Sebastien. Stiles remembers Mason saying, That's not my name, just before he turned into the Beast. We link this to the old werewolf lore that calling it by its given name will return the werewolf to human form. Stiles figures Lydia is the one that would have to do it.

At the hospital, Scott updates me and Liam on Lydia's condition explaining that she can't really talk. Believing that Lydia was our last hope, Liam says there's nothing we can do now to save Mason. Scott says he has an idea and we need to follow him. Melissa points out that she could lose her job for helping but injects Lydia's throat with cortisone. Scott explains that the synthetic hormone will reduce the inflammation in her throat and allow her limited use of her voice. Stiles, seeing Lydia's wound, says he might need to leave but Melissa tells him he's not going anywhere and orders him to hold Lydia's hand. Stiles says he still might faint but it is Liam who passes out and hits the floor.

"That's a first." I say running over to his side. As we are exiting the hospital with Lydia, Scott gives Stiles something wrapped in brown paper telling him that he's been working on it for a while and that Malia needs it. He says it was "Plan A." Stiles points out that "Plan A" never works. Scott says this one will.

Entering the tunnels, Liam hears the sound of arcing electricity. He then notices that there's water on the floor. He throws Lydia to a dry area just before electricity shoots through the water and knocks me, Liam and Scott to the ground. Theo grabs Lydia and throws her toward an opening in the floor. She falls but Scott manages to catch her. Theo uses his Kanima venom to paralyze Scott. He loses his grip on Lydia and she falls. Theo hears the beast in the tunnels and tells Scott that it's the sound of real power walking away. I get up healing Scott so the venom will leave his system as Deucalion shows up. "About time." I tell him helping Scott up. Deucalion joins Theo in the tunnel and Theo finally realizes that Deucalion was lying to him and has been working with Scott the whole time. Deucalion says yes revealing that he's not really blind either. He also reveals that he lied about Belasko's garuda talons. That Theo would have been able to siphon off the Beasts power if he'd had them.

Deucalion breaks Theo's neck and Theo complains that Deucalion broke his neck. Deucalion wishes him good luck with that then explains to us that there is an access grate that leads to a sublevel. He thinks Lydia may be there and also says they can still save Mason. "We will go get Lydia, you keep an eye on him." Scott points at Theo on the floor.

Gerard shoots Deucalion asking Scott how long they've been planning this double cross. Chris says about as long as Scott and he have been planning to double cross Gerard. He says he knew bringing Gerard back would be less about saving lives and more about immortalizing his own. Father and son level their guns at each other. Chris tosses the cane/sword to Scott and tells him to go while I bend down to Deucalion putting pressure on his wound. Chris shoots Gerard and he shoves his away the opposite direction and I heal Deucalion. "Thank you Isabella. Keep an eye on him." He looks at Theo before leaving. "How's your neck?" I joke earning a groan from him. "I'll heal you quicker if you promise not to do what I know you are going to do." I bend down in front of him. "Then don't heal me." I shake my head sitting down. "Theo, this is me trying to stop you from doing something stupid. Why aren't you listening to me when I'm telling you that you are going to fail. Usually people listen and do the opposite." He just looks at me. "How bad is it?" He asks and I keep quite. "I hate myself for this but surprisingly I'm gonna miss you." I stand up walking away from him.

When I show up Mason walks from the smoke of The Beast and falls toward the ground. Corey becomes visible against the wall and steps forward to catch Mason. The now mostly formless smoke beast careens down the tunnel. Parrish steps out and catches it yelling for Scott. Scott throws the cane/sword into the smoky beast and it dissipates. Theo walks up with lightening flaring around his body. Scott steps forward but I hold him back, "Wait for it." I say as Theo shoots a bolt toward Scott but Kira steps in front and catches the bolt with her sword. Theo looks taken back and I look at the floor shaking my head. She says the Skinwalkers have a message for Theo before stabbing her sword into the concrete and says Theo's sister wants to see him. The floor cracks open and Theo's sister crawls up from the hole. She grabs Theo and drags him into the hole as he's screaming for help before it seals up behind them.

Liam looks at me slightly confused, "You saw this?" I nod my head. "Very long time ago and I told him what was going to happen. Theo knew he was going to lose against us because I told him twice but he didn't care apparently." He makes me look at him. "Why are you sad?" I laugh, "Because I tried helping but he didn't listen to me. You know me, I try to help everyone." I say walking away from everyone heading home.

Back at school I look at everyone going on with their life like nothing ever happens. I turn around to see Lydia and Malia arrive at school and smile at all their fellow students getting off the bus. They walk up to me and I join my arm with Lydia walking into the school. Inside me and Lydia join Stiles as we walk the halls. Stiles says he started the year stressed out about everyone ending up in the same place after we graduate. He says he doesn't think it matters because no matter where we are we'll find each other. He then explains how Scott's memory of Allison saved him from Sebastien. We finally walk into the library and I see Scott up by the bookshelf with everyone's initials. I smile up at him as the three of us take a seat at the table with his stuff and Scott walks down joining us. "I swear when it's time to live a normal life doing school work I get so happy." I make them laugh as I pull out school work. "Aren't we all Bella."

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