#he truly went to jupiter to get more stupider

[piepiepiemag]

the only real fortnite headcanon i have is that montague can’t drive. like at all. he probably bought his drivers license off of ebay.

whenever i play him i fall over with my bike every 2 minutes, i drive my car into a rift accidentally, i roll my car down a hill etc etc. am i maybe distracted by him? yes. but it’s all his fault

[scoonsaliciousupdates]

Unwanted: Chapter 26, Unsurprising - Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, discussions of death, human trafficking, guilt and forgiveness.

Word Count: 666 (oops!) 😈

Previously On...: Bucky bought you a new mattress so you wouldn't have to deal with the aftermath of your old one <3

A/N: More conversation

NOTE! The tag list is a fickle bitch, so I'm not really going to be dealing with it anymore. If you want to be notified when new story parts drop, please follow @scoonsaliciousupdates

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917!

Thank you to all those who have been reading; if you like what you've read, likes, comments, and reblogs give me life, and I truly appreciate them, and you!

Taglist: (Sadly, tag list is closed; Tumblr will not let me add anyone new. If you want to be notified when I update, please Follow me for Notifications!) @jmeelee @cazellen @mrsbuckybarnes1917 @blackhawkfanatic @buckybarnessimpp @hayjat @capswife @itsteambarnes @marygoddessofmischief @sebastians-love @learisa @lethallyprotected @rabbitrabbit12321 @buckybarnesandmarvel @fanfictiongirl77 @calwitch @fantasyfootballchampion @selella @jackiehollanderr @wintercrows @sashaisready @missvelvetsstuff @angelbabyyy99 @keylimebeag @maybefoxysouls @vicmc624 @j23r23 @wintercrows @crist1216 @cjand10 @pattiemac1@les-sel @dottirose @winterslove1917 @harperkenobi @ivet4 @casey1-2007 @mrsevans90 @steeph-aniie @bean-bean2000 @beanbagbitch @peachiestevie @wintrsoldrluvr @shadowzena43

Tumblr will not let me directly tag the following: @marcswife21 @erelierraceala @jupiter-107 @doublejeon @hiqhkey @unaxv @brookeleclerc

Later, after he’d helped you remake the bed with the new comforter and sheet set he’d bought for you (or rather, one of three different sets he’d bought, wanting you to have a choice), you’d sat him down in the livingroom and painstakingly went over the details you and Sam had managed to put together of your case so far.

“And that brings us to Chloe,” you said, sadly pinning up a copy of the girl’s autopsy photo you’d hacked from the coroner’s files onto your now crowded caseboard. “She’s their latest victim. Whomever they sold her to, he was vicious and he didn’t waste any time. It was only three days after they took her that her body showed up.”

Bucky nodded in understanding. “That’s the girl you mentioned last night,” he said. “The one you said you lost. Pocket, you gotta know that wasn’t your fault, right?”

You took in a shaky breath. “How can it be anything other than my fault, Bucky? I was right in the fucking room when they took her, but I was too strung out to notice what was happening right in front of my face!”

Bucky stood up and walked toward you. For a second, you thought he was going to hold you again, but at the last moment, he seemed to reconsider, instead opting to put a comforting hand on your shoulder. “You said you did that extra line so that other girl wouldn’t have to,” he said, his voice soft and calm, lacking any ounce of blame. “Seems to me like you found yourself stuck between a rock and a hard place, with no real way out. You couldn’t have known they were planning on taking a new girl that night.”

“But I should’ve suspected it, planned for it,” you said, not wanting to be let off the hook for your failure. “I let myself get sloppy, get stupid, and a girl fucking died because of it!”

This time, Bucky did hold you again, and you let him. “We all make mistakes, love,” he said softly. “Sometimes they're small, like leaving the milk out overnight, but sometimes they're huge, and there’s no undoing them. No matter how badly we want to.” A shift in his tone told you he wasn’t just speaking of your mistakes now, but his own, as well. “We can spend the rest of our lives beating ourselves up over them, hating ourselves, but it’s never gonna change what we did. The only thing we can do is learn from our mistakes, so we make sure we never make them again.” He pulled back and brushed a strand of hair out of your face. “And make amends to the people we’ve hurt along the way.”

You sniffled, hearing what he was saying, but not knowing how it could work for you. “But how do I make amends to a dead girl, Bucky?”

“By making sure she’s the last one they ever hurt,” he said resolutely, as if he had all the faith in the world in your ability to stop this trafficking scheme. “By not giving them an opportunity to hurt anyone else like they hurt her.”

You used the sleeve of Sam’s sweatshirt to wipe away some of the snot that was unattractively running down your nose. You’d have to make sure you washed it before you got it back to him.

“Okay,” you said, feeling a new sense of resolve blanket over you. You couldn’t absolve yourself from what you’d done, but you could make amends, and that gave you hope that one day, you might be able to forgive yourself. And then, if you could eventually learn to forgive yourself for this, did that mean that one day, you could forgive Bucky, too?

You shook the thought from your head, not wanting to let your emotions for him cloud your need to see this mission through to the end. “Well then,” you told him instead, “we better get to work.”

<- Previous Part / Next Part ->

[praetorialreject]

what are the saddest Octavian hc's you have

I discuss self harm and suicide, fair heads up :> also there's probably more in my brain somewhere!!

- he has audio hallucinations. usually they're the screams of dying animals!

- he picks at his nails a lot. he also scratches at his arms when he's nervous or scared or sad or [insert negative emotion here]. But he claims he's clean......

- he can't stand showering because of how often he had to scrub himself clean of blood as a kid

- he works part time in Camp Jupiter's infirmary as an attempt to learn to fix what pain he can cause

- he's a very skilled swordsman. he cries every night after shedding blood, and panics when he remembers what he's capable of

- his parents abused him into being their standard of perfection. He can't stand mirrors, scales, or the idea that he isn't good enough

- he had an older brother once, the only person in his family who protected him, who saw him for him and not his gift. that brother died, and he no longer has a barrier between him and his parents.

- he wanted to go to a school on the East Coast to get away from his parents, and wanted to study veterinary science so he would never have to see another animal die at his hands.

- his SPQR branding has a scar through it from when he tried to kill himself after a prophecy went wrong and lives were lost

- on that, he hates himself for failing his attempt. "stupid useless bitch can't even kill himself right." type thoughts

- sometimes he scrubs his hands to the point of bleeding after a bad plushie reading because he thinks he deserves to bleed for having to give negative prophecies

- he appears like he's put together and knows how to take care of himself, but he doesn't actually know how. He just knows what he has to do to look and act the part

- deliberately doesn't bandage his knuckles after scrubbing them raw, or his arms after scratching. plays off injuries he gets during training. all in the hope that someone will say "hey, are you okay?"

- he's New Rome's best orator in canon, i like to think his parents didn't let him grow up speaking like a normal child, but instead all formal and such to prepare him for that. he hates himself for sounding so pretentious all the time but he doesn't know how else to speak

- has a scar going down his torso from where he learned to do readings on himself to pacify New Rome's calls for truly accurate prophecies. he tells no one.

he just hates himself so much and desperately wants his pain to be seen. or to end. whichever comes first

[themattress]

The Black Moon Saga

It really do be like:

The Black Moon Saga is peak Sailor Moon, no matter the medium.

The original manga and Crystal's are virtually identical, and the quality of Naoka Takeuchi's writing compared to the Dark Kingdom arc is such an upgrade it's not even funny. Not only is the plot more compelling, the heroes more developed, and the villains more interesting, but my most major complaint from how the final third of the previous arc went down is fixed: Usagi's feelings toward Mamoru becoming obsessive and unhealthy while the narrative doesn't acknowledge it. This time, it's a huge point of the narrative: Usagi and Mamoru may be pre-destined True Love, but that doesn't mean they are True Love so long as Usagi puts all her self-worth on being validated by Mamoru and is threatened by Mamoru attaching himself to anything else, even their own future daughter. So Usagi must learn to have self-love and belief in herself, as that's the only way she can truly love and believe in Mamoru the way he does for her. When she ends up facing Black Lady who boasts of Mamoru belonging to her and her alone, the fact that she is essentially facing her past self is directly pointed out.

The 90s anime diverges more heavily from the source material than the previous Dark Kingdom arc did, which sets a precedent that lasts the remainder of the 90s anime's whole run that gets increasingly bad. However, in this case, it still manages to work equally well to its manga counterpart. Yes, there are some weak points (Chibiusa's character exaggeration, the mind-bogglingly stupid Usagi/Mamoru break-up plot, the infamous dinosaur filler episode where the Sailor Senshi battle a volcano, a totally wasted set of episodes with Esmeraude operating on Earth, and an unconvincing last-minute redemption for Prince Demande), but not only are the strongest points from the manga arc still retained but there are even some improvements (the Four Spectre Sisters being fleshed out as characters, Rubeus being axed off first instead of Esmeraude, Sailor Mars, Mercury and Jupiter staying around instead of being locked in a dungeon for half the arc, Chibiusa's character development and resolution being more sensible, and the final battle occuring in the present day rather than the future).

And in every version of the arc, the Black Moon Clan are such excellent villains. Their position as a cult selling out their humanity to overthrow a system based purely on petty personal grievances while manipulated by a monster who doesn't actually give a crap about them and sees them only as pawns to help him satiate his lust for power is more relevant today than it was back then. They're dark and terrifying, but also pathetic and tragic. While I like all of the Sailor Moon villain groups, this one was never topped. It was the perfect foe.

[lenorethequietbookkeeper]

The derelict institute in the middle of the woods inspired a strange sense of calm for the two travellers. Pretty much all of Pythonel's old architecture fell into similar states of disrepair by this point. Both the exterior and interior were so familiar, so in their element, it helped slightly dispel the tension of their circumstances.

Jeagar's attention went to the architecture of the building instead of Jane and Jasper's little spat. Being so old, he recognized not only when it was built, but its original intended purpose. Many such faulty hospitals were built just before human society in his world collapsed. It caused his mind to wander back to older times. The elder was not bringing any of this up, but perhaps better circumstances would encourage him to speak about the topic later.

Even John relaxed for a moment. Enough to where he let his eyes browse the room for any loose knickknacks. He made sure to keep his hands behind his back, in order to hide the obsessive tapping of his fingers. Of course, the half-rotten corpse knew better than to act on his instincts right now. It was just old habits acting up, that was all.

Their attention immediately snapped to Jane when she directly addressed them. The evident contrast between her and Jasper's behavior was so jarring, it was hard to believe the two were related. They gave their names and politely declined her offer. It was doubtful they had anything that would satisfy Jeagar's putrid tastes or John's inhuman tolerance.

Before they could address the perturbed Jasper, their heads turned in surprise to their new host. Whatever intrigue she inspired in Jeagar was immediately replaced by annoyance. At first directed towards her stupid quips, but then- wait, did she just take his arm?! He almost didn't register what Juniper had done before she was- holy shit, this little cunt was taking it with her?! Oh no, no way in hell would he let this stand! Jeagar immediately pursued the snow-woman, no doubt unintentionally giving Juniper exactly what she wanted.

"Oh shit shit shit-," John muttered to himself while following them inside.

The lab stopped the cadavers in their tracks. Almost every device in this space, down to the smallest LED lights, was far ahead of any technology they had back home. The towering CPU Juniper commanded put Jeagar's own work to shame. It also forced a truly terrifying scenario into his mind. Now that he knew it was possible, anyone could come to his world. Anyone with this sort of technology could come to his world. Something more bitter and vile than himself could arrive and destroy everything he worked to build.

If anything in the cosmos could set the skeleton off, it was primal fear and someone stealing his arm.

"You listen here," he suddenly snarled at Juniper, obviously starting up one of his most passionately vitriolic tyrades yet. "I-!!"

BLAST!!

And just as the mother of all needlessly angry meltdowns was about to be born, an eruption of icy magic aborted it. Jeagar was frozen in a massive chunk of ice, immobile and unable to speak, but still perfectly conscious if the movement of his eyes was anything to go by.

John walked in front of his associate, looking to the floor. He silently mouthed an apology to the skeleton before looking up at Jupiter.

"Heheh, uh...sorry about that. Jeagar here gets a bit panicky sometimes. And sometimes that doesn't let him, how should I put this?" he paused to think for a moment. "Think properly." Being spoken for only further angered Jeagar, his brow furrowing in frustration.

"Oh, and for the record, we aren't technically stranded, but well, he didn't know that," John continued while motioning to Jasper, clearly not wanting to further embarrass the boy. "It's not his fault though. We haven't exactly been...openly communicating- anyway, it's more that we accidentally riled up the head of the house with our... inconspicuous activity."

Jasper found himself shifting around in his seat as Jeagar went on and on, the prospect of what their world held filled his video-game mottled brain with creatures and things that went bump in the night. 

He really was trying his best not to interrupt, for John's sake. Manners weren’t his forte. 

As Jeagar explained who and what they were he raised his brows. It was intriguing how much they all had in common. In a way the same thing that happened to them happened to his parents. Otherwise, Jasper wasn’t a lord or anything but he fancied himself important, almost as important as Jeagar did apparently. 

Cough cough

“A greater lung capacity.”

Cough cough

He mumbled into his palm, only to twist his hand in a circular motion as if to insist he go on.

Jasper had no reason to disbelieve him considering he had access to the tech to find Jasper's universe but he was still inclined to out of spite, rolling his coals rather obviously as his guest finally got to the point. 

Resting his head on his hand Jasper went silent for an uncomfortably long few seconds, not moving his eyes off of Jeagar. 

“So what you’re saying is, you two have whole kingdoms full of citizens. You had no idea where you were gonna end up or what you’d do once you were here but you came anyway.”

Sitting up he slapped his hands onto his lap and took in a deep breath, the look on Jeagars face irritating him more than he already was, even if he wasn’t being outwardly hostile like before. 

“I understand I lied to you. Ok? Can we get over it? Please? I’m gonna get a lot of shit for what I’m doing to help you. If you want to leave you can but I can’t help you with that alone.” 

His sentence started out as bitter as he felt inside but slowly softened. Something inside of him almost wanted them to stay, his world was supernatural but he never ventured far within it. These two were older than he could comprehend and he felt he could learn a lot if they would let him. 

Jasper didn’t just want to make it up to them, honestly he didn’t give a shit if Jeagar really was gonna piss his pants over being misled…or maybe he did, he really couldn’t tell. With his mother around he never really had to deal with anyone actually being mad at him before. 

The facts were whether they stayed or went Jasper had the chance to be a part of something so fucking cool and they could even learn things that would benefit them back home.

“I have to make a phone call.” 

He said meekly, his cheeks hot as he turned away from them. 

“No no James I-”

Jasper didn’t put his phone on speaker but even if you were sitting on the bed you could hear the person on the other end screaming at him. 

“It’s just one portal I promise, come on I never ask for anything.” 

He would cringe away from the phone every so often, even turning back to look at his guest with an awkward smile once or twice.

“You have demons, what am I supposed to do? Carry them across an ocean?” 

Jasper huffed and finally raised his voice a little to the person on the phone. “If you don’t help me I’m gonna tell Mom what you did with her clown juicer.”

So suddenly that it made Jasper drop his phone, a portal, most likely of demonic origin, appeared on the wall. It revealed another snowy landscape but a much more accessible one. Large trees stretching out as far as the eyes could see. 

Pleasantly surprised Jasper turned to Jeagar and John. 

“I know the way from here, we can talk on the way.”

@lenorethequietbookkeeper

[blackberry-gingham]

Catch | Otto Octavius x Fem! Reader

<... Previously | Chpt 8 | Next up...>

Several days after the accident, thinking they've lost one another forever... The doc and reader finally come face to face at last.

I poured my entire Cancer sun and Cancer moon emotional ass soul into this chapter and it may very well be some of my best work. Enjoy

Tag list: @smokeywhalee @stupid-stinky @busybeingtrash @momos-peaches @pinkieperil @amongpresidents @bimboshaggy @nanjalee @mickeyperkins @tolovaj @jupiters--moonxx (tag list open to additions, lmk if I forgot you 😅😅, or follow here on ao3!)

Tags: Canon divergence, slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort

---

Not a second went by there in the hospital that news of what the doctor had done wasn't beaten over your head. Tvs everywhere were set to the news station. Updates on the failed experiment, statements from Oscorp, and the conditions of the survivors were the least of the tortures.

Now and then you'd see some footage of Otto himself... Pounding around the city, held aloft by those terrible, cruel arms. Your stomach churns at the sight of it.

You know, it's not even the idea that they're now fused to his body. No, nothing hurts as much as watching the gentle, sweet man you thought you knew strike up fear in the hearts of the masses. So much destruction... So much reckless abandon.

It wouldn't be a couples days still until you/re sent home, but when you are... Well, you almost feel lucky being sent home at night. At least it means that, wherever he stay goes to lay low, he's off the streets.

The doctor stares back at his reflection for a long time...

He's here in your apartment. Again.

God, he feels so disgusting... But this is the only place he can sneak off to for food and water. His home has long since been locked down by police. It's too obvious that he would return there. All he'd be doing is walking into a trap.

So, this is where he spends half his time.

He can't travel much, considering how attention grabbing his appearance is. Hell, he's done his best to try and hide the arms, but they're just too unwieldy. No amount of folding of twisting them can create even a semi natural appearance under his coat. Besides, he still has to content with the fact that he has no shirt to cover his torso with.

Just a wide open trench coat.

Despite the crushing weight of guilt he feels simply by being here... There is a comfort to it too.

A part of him feels glad, hopeful even, that at least he's able to watch over your apartment for you. Perhaps... Perhaps you will come back. Maybe you truly are just getting treatment, and one of these fine days... You'll walk right in through that door.

It's a wonderful dream.

But it's one that slips further and further away from him as the days drag on.

He spends his time laying in your bed. A bed you've both shared so, so many times...

Staring up at the ceiling, his thoughts play back unpleasant memories over and over. His hand lazes over his belly, gently grazing it in a back and forth motion. Do you ever miss someone, or something, so badly... You can feel in in your very body?

Right now everything hurts... His back and joints were stiff and sore, his head filled a migraine, and all around his eyes feel strained.

Those same eyes were locked onto the ceiling above him, but all he saw was you being taken from him again, and again in that terrible, horrible accident. An act of his own doing.

Finally he screws his eyes shut for a moment, relieving some of the strain before they are slowly opened again. His head turns to gaze at the empty spot on the bed beside him before returning to stare back at the nothingness above.

Of all the peers and superiors in his life... Lately he's come to feel that no ones opinion has ever mattered more to him then yours.

In light of that, he asks himself again, for the countless, obsessive time, how you would feel if you could see him. Especially now, so changed and monstrous as he is. What he would give just to hear you give voice to your thoughts... Even if it was just to lambaste him in some small attempt to get him back on track. It would be worth all the shame just to hear the sweet notes of your beautiful voice again.

Otto drops a hand onto the pillow. He hates an notion of sleeping before the midnight hours. A waste of good time, he always felt. And yet... there was something so entertaining about your head on his torso or curling an arm around your body as you rested that never failed to coax him into bed with you again and again.

Sometimes, now that you're gone, he could close his eyes and imagine that he can still smell the unique scent of your hair on the pillow, or that the weight of this torturous harness belt was you peacefully resting on his abdomen.

It's only ever until he opened hi-

Otto tries to close his eyes again, but a hot, angry tear escapes anyway.

He pulls the empty pillow close enough to muffle the choking, dry sobs that follow. This was so unlike him, these outbursts of emotion.

Regardless, this was the second time today alone that they’d gotten the better of him. In the very beginning when he first realized he loved you, it scared him to know that one single person could cause him to lose control like this, pushing him to become angry, elated, or jealous so easily… He would’ve thought he’d be use to it by now.

He should've talked you out of this... You never should've been there.

Why oh why did he not see this sooner? Why does he only now have to realize, that if something were to go wrong... That, if he were to lose you… it would destroy him.

Late that night, you hobble down the long hall to your apartment.

Damn... Everything hurts, even after all the medicine you've been on.

With a little hiss, you turn the key and open the door. The room is pitch black, just as you left it all those days ago. Hmp, who knew that when you left here that fateful morning, you wouldn't return until several long, boring days later...

You click on a little lamp, just enough lighting for eyes too adjusted to the dark. Your keys clink in their little bowl, your heels clatter to the floor as you discard them. With quiet, padding footsteps you turn the corner an-

For the life of you, you shriek.

There, there stands the doctor. Tall and menacing, mechanical arms poised to strike down the intruder he thought you to be. Fear overwhelms you, clouding you thoughts and mind... Your heart beats wildly, as though at any moment it may suddenly stop.

You fall back onto the ground desperately crawling backwards, before coming flush against the wall.

And the doctor? He couldn't be more over joyed...

All this time... He though he'd killed you. That you'd never walk through those doors. That he'd never hear your voice or see your face or, or.... His heart pounds inside his chest...

God, he can't even begin to express his emotions.

He takes a few steps forward, completley lost for words, but far to overwhelmed to simply do nothing.

You give a brief, terrified scream, fearing for your life itself. Before he can take another step, you shield yourself with your arms, anticipating a strike...

You've seen what he's done. To the city. To Spiderman. How can you trust him? You don't even know who he is anymore...

All this time, tiny cracks have chipped away at the doctor's heart. Something wasn't right from the moment you screamed at the sight of him, but... To see you like this. So injured and terrified, all because of him... It breaks, once and for all.

Like a knife in the chest. Like a bone shattering punch. Like a heart full of wasps... The pain is so great, he can't bear it.

You know... It's almost funny. For so long he'd carried inside him this... Primitive, masculine desire to be... feared, he supposes. Feared by those around him. That one day his large, imposing frame would command an air of dominance and respect instead of backhanded compliments and unfunny jokes.

All he wanted was to be seen as a man.

All he's ever gotten was treated like a jolly, fat clown.

It almost makes you want people to be afraid of you. To know that there's more to you then you let on... That there's a side of you that, if it came to it, could fend off the worst of characters in defense of yourself or others. But...

Not like this.

Not to have the woman he loves... That he cherishes heart, mind, body, and soul... Cowering in terror. Afraid of him. This isn't love, or "respect"...

This is tyranny.

The weight of the guilt, and the agony in his chest is too much. Otto falls to his knees one at a time, tears steaming down his cheeks as he keeps his eyes fixed on you.

What happened?

With several heavy clangs, each of his arms hit the floor in turn.

Where did he go wrong?

What he had hoped would be taken as disarming... As a show of peace and food faith... Only serves to frighten you further.

Your shoulders bunch together, trembling. You are so quiet and trying to be so small, you can barely manage to squeeze out the tears of fear running down your face, "Please... Don't hurt me"

Don't hurt me...

What words are there to describe the pain and grief that that tiny, pleading request of yours causes him?

The doctor falls forward onto his hands, never daring to take his eyes off of you, "I...", he can't even speak. Perhaps he doesn't deserve to. He reaches out to you weakly, but... It's no use.

After all this time... There wasn't a thing in the world he wouldn't give to see you again. And yet...

He could never have imagined it would be like this...

There are no words to make this right.

But... even so, he cannot fight his instincts... The ones that tell him to protect and to care and to love... All these things he would do for you. He would give up his very life for you, if only you'd ask...

Selfish as it may be, he could never bring himself to abandon you now.

The doctor's tentacles whir softly, moving just enough so that he doesn't have to drag them after him as he crawls along the floor.

Instead, he drags himself. Pitiful and pathetic, as he dares to come close to you.

Like a cowering dog, he lays low, only stopping a few inches beside you, looking as though he can barely support his own weight. You make no movement or sign of agitation, far too fearful to do so, even as you watch him from corners of your shielded eyes. The doctor slowly drops his head bringing his soft jaw and chin down to rest on top of your skull.

"I'm... So sorry...", the doctor breaks down, weeping, moving down to bury his face into the crook of your neck. There are no words to make this better... But he can only hope that the truth may brng you some peace. After all...

It's all he has left.

"I... Never wanted... to hurt you..."

Such a pathetic, meaningless phrase... And yet it holds more things then he could ever hope to express.

He can barely speak, his heart is in his throat. So choked with tears and emotion and guilt, he fears it may kill him. Perhaps even... A small part of him hopes it would. That's about what he deserves.

All you can do is sit there frozen...

You'd been so convinced that he'd changed into someone else... It never quite occurred to you that maybe he's still trapped in his same old self, but now forced to deal with these overwhelming circumstances.

Even through the chilly night... It would seem that nothing can dampen his natural furnace.

You'd almost forgotten how warm he is. But... You never remember him being so uncomfortable.

Your throat is raw from screams and tears. It hurts a little to speak, your voice is hoarse and quiet, "...Does this... hurt?", you tap a tentative finger to his metal belt.

The doctor just barely stows away his emotions long enough to answer. He sniffs and gasps for some air, "...A little"

"Is there anything you can do about it?"

"...I don't want to frighten you anymore"

"If you can... help it...", you cough and take a breath of air, "I'll be alright...", you encourage.

The doctor looks from you to his belt. It hurts like hell to be honest with you... It's not like this get up was designed for prolonged wear, after all. He looks back at you again, maintaining eye contact for any change in mood from you as he slowly retracts the metal.

It clicks and makes a deep, but gentle whir as it parts to go on standby. A long, angry red stripe is present on his waist, indented into his skin from the pressure of the belt.

You run the tips of your fingers over his bare skin. There was a time there where he was finally over the anxiety it caused him to have you touch his stomach, but now... He can't help but feel that same old fear again.

Your nails tickle a little, but the doctor refuses to move even a muscle until at last you look up him with those precious, sad eyes.

You open up your arms in acceptance, and the doctor cannot believe it...

For a moment, he holds himself back. He surely does not deserve your forgiveness. Your pity. Your love... And yet, here you are, offering just as much.

He can't dare refuse such a gift, nor the sacred, invaluable opportunity to feel your embrace again after all this time.

The doctor leans across, always careful as he holds you as tight as he dares... His belly slouches a tad into your lap now that it's finally free and a wall of warmth washes over you. You sigh a little, holding him tighter. This is the Otto you know... Soft and warm and kind and round.

You hold back tears and laughter as he kisses your face a thousand times in thanks. He'd easily kiss you a thousand times more... It could never be enough. He could kiss you and hold you for the rest of his life, and would maybe only begin to express how he feels for you.

The doctor pulls you in close, squeezing tightly to keep you with him. At last he takes a shaky breath, "My darling... I've missed you terribly"

[ameliora-j]

twin flame iii // gw x reader

words: 2.2k

warnings: angst, breakup, mention of bruising, crying, angelina slander kinda (it’s just for the story i love her sm!), yn is sorta a pick me if you squint sry, cringey mediocre writing at very best

an: i used song lyrics for some of the argument and the ending :) i hope you like it besties!

part one | part two | part four

you george! i want you!

the words had been running through his mind since the night you left. he had been going over the days leading up to your explosion in his mind for weeks. your words were in his mind day and night. your pained expression, your anger, your hurt. you consumed him. more than you usually did.

george weasley knew he fucked up. he knew without anyone telling him. but they did anyway. every waking second they did. first it was fred, calling him a jerk. then ron, who called him a “bloody idiot.” then ginny, who told him it was his own fault. and then his mum. of course his mum, who said in exact words: “george fabian weasley, this is nobody’s fault but your own. quit moping around and do something to fix it! i didn’t raise you to treat women this way!”

his last straw, however, was his older brother percy. percy of all people. who looked at him with a disappointed shake of his head. receiving a disappointed head shake from percy was nothing out of the ordinary, especially for george. it was his words that stung. percy spoke ten simple words to him that truly set george off. percy spoke “you lost the best thing that’s ever happened to you.” at his sentence, george lost it.

“i know that percy! you don’t think i fucking know that i lost the best thing that ever happened to me! and fred i know i’m a jerk and ron i know i’m an idiot and ginny i know it’s my fault and mum i’m sorry okay! i know you didn’t raise me like this i don’t know what’s wrong with me but i don’t think she’s coming back!” he fell back onto the couch as he tugged frustratedly at his roots.

“george… do you love her?” molly asked him.

“yes mum,” a whimper escaped the fiery-haired boy’s throat. “i love her more than i’ve ever loved anyone before. she’s my world,” he revealed.

“then go, george. go get her,” his dad said. “for your sake and her’s,” he told him.

“and our’s!” fred called distantly from the kitchen.

“shove off fred!” george called back before apparating to your front door. he knocked three times and waited for someone to answer it. when you opened the door, he was shocked at your state.

makeup streaked down your cheeks with your shoulder bruised and your arm in a splint. your eyes were red and puffy, but they were furthermore accompanied by dark bags as if you hadn’t slept in weeks. the truth is; you hadn’t. “hi george,” you mumbled half heartedly.

“hi butterfl-“ you cut him off.

“yn. my name is yn,” you spoke sternly.

“i’ve called you butterfly since you were three…” he murmured.

“not anymore. hurts too bad to hear it. did you need something?” you quickly changed the subject.

“i want to talk to you,” he said. you nodded and walked in, telling him to follow you. george said hello to your brother and then followed you into the lounge where you two sat on the loveseat and you turned to face him.

you sat in a long silence as your eyes traced each other’s features. you memorized him. every line, every freckle, every bump, bruise, and blemish. the silence was deafening. untill he finally broke it. “what happened to your arm?” he murmured softly.

“it splinched when i apparated home. then i apparated again and made it worse,” you bit your lip softly.

“always so reckless,” he tutted softly, causing you to shrug.

“what’d you wanna talk about? know you didn’t come to talk about my arm…” you attempted to get to the point of his visit.

“right,” he murmured softly. “yn i…” he took a deep breath. “the day that i let you walk out of my life is the day that i made the worst mistake in the history of mistakes. i’ve done some stupid things in my life, but letting you walk away has by far been the stupidest. i’m so so sorry that i hurt you the way i did, i cannot express to you how sorry i am, i truly cannot. i love you, yn. with all of me i do, you have to believe me when i say that.”

“i do believe you george. i just don’t believe that you love me the way that i love you. and carrying around that pain is killing me. i mean absolutely destroying me. you live in my mind rent free. you’ve infested it,” you told him. “you with your stupid pretty smile and your god awful jokes and your ridiculous pranks that you somehow always rope me into and your perfect hair and your pretty eyes and just. you. george. stupid you. oblivious you. godric george,” you roughly shoved his chest. “i’ve loved you for years and you’ve always looked past me!” tears rimmed your bottom lash line and your voice cracked as you lashed out on him.

“for years george, i mean years! i’ve watched you fall in love with countless girls just to have your heart broken by them. i stuck by you through everything. even when you stopped being being my friend because it made angelina uncomfortable i waited for you george! and you just pushed me to the side. i did everything for you. i executed pranks for you. i planned pranks for you. i took the fall for you. i got detention for you! i did it all for you. i mean the countless amount of things i did just to be able to call you mine and i just… you didn’t care! you’ve never cared! you’ll never love me the way that i love you and that hurts. so. fucking. bad.” you wiped your eyes.

“it kills me george. it eats at me, every single day it does. i stood by your side and i took the blame with you even when i had nothing to do with the stupid shit you pulled at hogwarts because yeah i was going down, but hey, at least i was doing it with you, right? we made so much trouble and-and we used to laugh. and be happy. we were genuinely happy and i don’t know where we went wrong but we did, but i still say that i hate you with a smile on my face! i don’t get it george why don’t you love me!” a whimper tore itself from the depths of your chest as you let out a silent sob.

“now look what we’ve became…” he murmured, tears falling from your eyes.

“all the things i did just to call you mine… and… and all the things you said but… somehow, i still hope i was your favorite crime. cause merlin knows you were mine.” you sniffled as you wiped your eyes.

“you were mine. you’ll always be my favorite crime.” he leaned over and kissed your head as another silent sob racked your body. “now it’s bittersweet to think about the damage that we did,” he smiled over at you sadly. “i love you butterfly. just as much as you love me, if not more,” he whispered as he stood from his place.

you rolled your eyes water-logged eyes, but still managed to smile. “i wish you thought about that before,” you whispered.

“i do too… i guess i’ll have to just call you the one that got away then?” he asked.

“in another life georgie… i’d be your girl. and we’d keep every promise that we made,” you told him.

“and i wouldn’t have to say you were the one that got away,” you nodded as he kissed your head again. “i love you, butterfly. i always have.”

“i love you too, georgie. i always will,” you sniffled as you watched him walk out the door. you didn’t want this. you wanted to stop him. everything in your body screamed at you to stop him. but your brain wouldn’t work. your heart said no. you were scared of being hurt again.

you wanted to do something. yell at him. tell him to come back. to hug you. to never leave you. to never let you go. but your heart wouldn’t let you. you were frozen in time.

~~

it’ll all get better in time.

you’d heard the saying time and time again. especially after your parents passed away. it was people’s favorite line to use when they saw you. the truth is… you didn’t stop hurting. the pain didn’t go away. you just got used to it. but the pain you were feeling now… you didn’t know if it would ever go away. at least it didn’t feel like it.

two months. it had been two months since george walked out of your house that night. it was nobody’s fault but your own, and somehow you couldn’t help wishing he would’ve stayed.

you saw him everywhere. in the stars in the night sky. in the sunrise and the sunset. in coffee shops and store windows. even in your dreams when you slept. so logically, you decided to stop. if you didn’t sleep you couldn’t dream. and if you didn’t dream, you couldn’t see him.

you dutifully ignored the pain in your chest like an annoying bug on a picnic. you pretended that you were fine, but the reality was; you weren’t. but you played it off. and you were able to keep up your facade. untill one day… that one fateful day tucked in the corner at ninety three diagon alley. your brother asked you to pick up ten second pimple vanisher because he had a date tonight and just received a pimple the size of jupiter on his nose, causing him to look like “the muggle myth rudolph the red-nosed reindeer” as he put it.

you walked into the shop and kept your head down as you searched the aisles. it wasn’t where it usually was. you knew this shop like the back of your hand, of course you had… you’d worked there for nearly three years. you furrowed your brows as you looked around. the shop had completely transformed. nothing was in the place it usually was. that’s when your eyes landed there. on her. right at the front, behind the till at the register you worked, in the uniform you wore was angelina johnson.

you sighed deeply as you extended your neck around the corner to where the office was. you smiled triumphantly as you saw fred sitting at his desk and began your trek. you gently knocked twice on the opened door and fred called, “come in,” distractedly.

you walked in and sat on the desk, right in front of him, forcing him to look up at you. “yn!” fred exclaimed.

“hi freddie!” you smiled as a giggle escaped your lips and you returned the death-grip hug he had enveloped you in.

“what brings you by? not that i don’t love seeing your pretty face, of course,” he shot you a playfully flirtatious wink.

“ybn needs ten second pimple vanisher because he has a date tonight and he woke up with a pimple the size of jupiter on his nose,” fred laughed loudly at your remark. “i tried to look for it, but the stores completely turned around,” you pouted slightly.

“oh yeah, we changed some things up because we needed room for our new products. they’re still in the making, but george disappeared,” he hummed.

“george what?” you asked.

“you didn’t know…?” he asked you.

“no. i… i had no idea,” you stuttered.

“yeah. after the night he went to talk to you, he left a note on our kitchen counter and all his things were packed and he just… left. we haven’t seen or heard from him since. ‘s just been angie and i running the shop now. couldn’t do it alone,” fred explained as he picked up the box. “here you are l-“ before he could finish, you were halfway out the door. “YN WAIT!” he called. “YOU FORGOT YOUR PRODUCT!”

“SORRY FRED! YBN WILL BE OKAY I HAVE TO GO!” you called as you ran out the door as fast as your feet would carry you. if you knew george weasley… and you did… there was only one place he could be. and you prayed to any and every god that would listen that he was there. you prayed like your life depended on it that he was okay. you needed to fix this. to fix him. to make it alright.

in this moment you knew that he needed you. he needed you like peanut butter needs jelly. the way left needs right. like the sun needs the moon. he needed you like you needed him. you ran and ran and ran for miles untill you got to a secluded area. then you took a breath. and you apparated.

it was exactly the way you left it. a dingy old wooden box house sitting at the highest branch of a sycamore tree. you groaned softly as you began to climb the many branches. “george i swear to godric you better be in here,” you grumbled to yourself as you climbed.

it felt like hours—truly it was ten grueling minutes at most—untill you got to the door of the house. you whispered the password and it creaked open. “georgie,” you breathed when you saw him.

there he was. laying on the floor of the treehouse wrapped in blankets and a sleeping bag with a small pillow under his head. the apple to your pie. the straw to your berry. the smoke to your high. the one you knew you’d marry.

the one that got away. your twin flame.

add yourself to the taglist

tags: @ellerosie2332 @i-love-scott-mccall @rmvb24 @astralpcrker @daisybloommm @maybeisthemoon @moonliightbabes @stormi-ames @jochim322 @coninl @melonoptimist @lunajoyce3 @clairdemoony @mangoberry99 @imclueless @enya-2004 @prongsyy @Lol-whoandwhat-is-dis @burnfleur @anything444ourmoony @horrorxweasley @alicecullens-gf @theincredibledeadlyviper @georgeweasleyshoe3697 @narwhalebaby @cloudyskylines @ezmayzworld @aesthete-c @lunacurlclaw @snktastarkov @rudypankowisdaddy @ohnoitsmekc @all-hailreyna @sapphirepixiesworld @gloryekaterina @sisi.bby @lisszabini

* crossed out means i couldn’t tag you

[honeybellerose]

JUPITER. // SELF-PARA

so this is how it ends. i promise to never go outside again.

She’d managed to stand up twice, and she’d fallen just as often.

Give me a chance.

Holland should’ve killed her. Truly. Anything would’ve been better than seeing the stairs in the distance and being unable to walk towards them. To walk towards anything at all.

This wasn’t a chance, this was a taunt, and Honey had asked for it herself. The goddamn stairs in the distance were taunting her with the promise of survival, and she was too far away to reach for it.

But, who was she kidding. Even if she’d been there, she’d have had to crawl up there on her hands and knees. Perhaps the underworld would’ve collapsed before she could’ve even gotten there.

Miserably, a sob got stuck in her throat and it only mingled with the pain all over her body. Everything hurt, everything was hell. Never in her life had she wanted to lay down and give up this much before. Did the ends justify the means? Was the journey worth the pain? Was life worth suffering without an end in sight?

No, it did not, but maybe it could, with time.

Harrow, sweet Harrow, he would’ve had a word of advice for her by now that she’d have scoffed at outwardly and inwardly stowed away for future reference. Desperately, she wanted to know if he’d cheer her on now. If he would’ve been here still to tell her that maybe if she tried enough, just maybe, she could be worth it.

I just wanted to be good. I wanted to be like you.

Her arms were caked with dirt by now, and she dragged herself forward another miserable inch. Across grassy ground, dull and grey-ish instead of the rich greens of the villa gardens. If she had to die, she’d have rather had it happen there. More peaceful than anything in her life had ever been.

No, if she had to die, she’d prefer if that moment was still far in the future.

So, she mustered up all her strength and pushed herself up off the ground, a muffled whimper of pain accompanying the movement. Right, she could do this. She could absolutely do this and get up those fucking stairs and -

As soon as she’d stood back on her own two feet and had taken a step, a violent sort of pain zapped through her body, causing her to crumble forward, like one of the walls in the city above. Like her stupid chance.

The fall was harsh but the burn in her throat even harsher once she was unable to keep her fear and anger and frustration and sorrow pent up inside and it released in the form of a primal scream that tore at her vocal chords. That left her throat feeling like she’d downed an entire bottle of whiskey in one go and then decided to sob her little, blackened heart out.

Fuck this. Fuck all of it.

“Don’t leave.”

Honey went from shaking all over to being quiet as a mouse. That voice. She knew that voice like her own. No. No no no-

“Nini, you promised you wouldn’t leave.”

Slowly, breathing unevenly, Honey turned to look over her shoulder. There she was, her little mirror. Wide eyed and brimming with this distinct glow of life about her that Honey had always lacked. That was different about her twin now, too. Instead of this almost annoying, ever flowing optimism, Clementine Bellerose looked utterly heartbroken looking down at her sister.

Silence lingered.

And then, in the bleak atmosphere, Clementine took a step forward and Honey reciprocated the movement by crawling forward as pitifully quickly as she could.

And then, she had her in her arms, cowered on the ground.

And then, Honey allowed herself to cry in earnest.

“Why are you here?” she hiccuped, desperately drawing her sister closer. “Why- What is this supposed to be?”

Clementine wrapped her arms around Honey’s shaking form, a tight embrace that felt like salvation after being starved of it for nearly a week. She’d never appreciated her sister’s hugs like she should have. Honey had never not left, be it for the night or a whole week. “They gave me something to drink, while I was watching. I woke up here, Nini.”

Naive of Honey to think that just because Clem hadn’t volunteered in her place, that she’d be safe from this. Utterly fucking naive.

“Don’t leave me alone here, Nini. Please don’t leave me alone.”

“I- I can’t walk. I can’t fucking walk, Clem.” Tears painted hot streaks down her face as she pulled back a little, glanced over her sister’s features so terrifyingly out of place in the Arena. Like they weren’t exactly her own. Well, not anymore. Honey finally had the distinction she wanted. An ugly gash across her face and a haunted look in her eyes that would never again leave her.

Clementine paused before asking the question that was clearly on her mind "Is it true? Only one person can go up the stairs?”

“You- Yes. It’s true. I can’t walk, so... you should just go. Walk up those stairs and get out. Then you’ll be safe.”

“No,” Clementine’s voice was uncharacteristially sharp as she spoke the word before Honey had even finished talking. In the next moment, she whimpered again. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she briefly glanced around. “Please, Honey, I’m so, so scared. This is constantly scary. I...I’m working on your victory tour outfits, and if I go up there I’m just going to have to wear them myself like a huge dork! I'm staying with you. Will you stay with me?”

“Right, yeah, we really wouldn’t want you to look like a dork now, would we?” Honey shakily joked, a fresh sob restricting her throat at the prospect of laughter. Clem lightly pinched her arm and faintly giggled along. Honey held onto her sister tighter.

“I’m always going to be here,” her little mirror smiled. “Don’t worry. You and me? Best team.”

If whoever had sent Clementine into the Arena had only known that there didn’t need to be any more pleading. The groundwork had been laid in nineteen years of being around one another. Nineteen years of so much pain and yet, so much warmth. If only they’d known that all Clem had to tell Honey, was to stay, to not leave her behind and she wouldn’t, because if it was one of them, it would always be the two of them. A victor’s crown meant nothing without her sister smiling at her as she wore it.

This was a cross roads.

Honey knew which path to take.

Her fingers dug into Clementine’s arm as the trembling resumed. “I’m sorry, Clem,” she whispered, tone shaking. “I’m so, so sorry.”

“I know,” her sister smiled. “You kept saying that and I said if you want to say sorry, you should do it in person. And here we are.”

Fresh tears brimmed in her eyes. Honey looked down, pressing her forehead to Clementine’s. Her sister reciprocated the gesture, but one of her hands found its way into the pocket of Honey’s rain coat. Seconds later, the smooth surface of a painted rock dropped into her palm.

Was the time almost up? She couldn’t tell anymore. If only one of them could make it out of here, none of them would.

The Bellerose sisters came in two, didn’t they?

“Thank you for staying, Honey,” Clementine whispered.

A deep rumble echoed through the Arena, but Honey kept her eyes closed. Let the bitch rumble.

Another one, much louder this time, followed.

In the ruined city above, the statue of the king of gods lay in ruin, the head separated from his shoulders. A streak of ash painted the path of a tear into his blood red face.

After that, the rain began.

It wasn’t a light, warm drizzle like when she’d run into Holland in the pretty garden, or when she’d washed Harrow’s blood off her hands.

It was stone. Stones thrown at miserable souls who could’ve done better in their lives, but hadn’t.

They clung to their own polished, colorful piece of stone together as Honey pressed Clem’s face to her chest, arm wrapped around her sister’s head to shelter her from the harsh downpour.

Thank you for staying, Honey.

in the garden i will die. in the roses they will kill me.

i was going, mother. to pick roses, to find death.

[greekgeek21]

Percy Jackson & The Avengers: Convergence - there is a fight scene included

I am not dead, just extremely busy. My summer lacrosse season just ended, so hopefully I get some inspiration to write some new chapters. In the meantime, I hope this will tide you over for some time.

Keep in mind, this was written weeks ago, so I am not in the mood to answer any weirdly specific questions about my artistic choices. In other words, if you don't like it, you don't have to read it! I know, it's a truly monumental realization.

For my kind & loyal readers, don't forget to comment, like, and follow!

- your author

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Avengers or PJO!

Ω ♆ Ω

By the grace of the gods, the group managed to pass the sirens without an issue. It seemed like the mortals had finally accepted that it was in their best interest to listen to the Seven. So, as soon as Percy warned everyone to fill their ears with wax, they filled their ears with wax. Of course there were a few complaints, but that was expected. Nobody was perfect (no matter what Narcissus insists).

From there on out, the nerves were building. Percy had informed the team that their next stop would be Polyphemus' island, and everybody, mortal and demigod alike, knew what that place was. It was where the most infamous cyclops lived, but most importantly, it was where Annabeth was being held, if Percy's father was to be trusted.

Since it would still be another two hours or so, according to the sea expert, until they reached the island, the group decided to try resting. Some tried to nap, while others sharpened their weapons or hung out on the deck. It was futile, but they were trying to prepare themselves for a situation that they had never before encountered, not even Percy.

It was safe to say that everyone was scared shitless.

Ω ♆ Ω

Leo had decided to go downstairs and tinker with some stuff from his belt as a distraction from their impending doom. It was working too! He was in his own little world that only machines could enter. That is, until Tony Stark walked up to him.

"Whatcha doing, kid?" he asked, peering over Leo's shoulder to catch a glimpse at the boy's creation.

"I'm making a mini automaton to help us find Annabeth when we get to the island," was the answer.

Taking a closer look, Tony started to see it. It was a very small machine, but if you looked closely, it was clear that it was made of metal. The automaton was about the size of a quarter, and looked like a celestial bronze spider. Leo was currently adding the last two legs to it when Tony walked up.

When Leo looked up, he held up his creation with a proud smile. "This baby can be our spy. It's eyes are tiny cameras, and it's made almost completely of celestial bronze. We can send this in, and then know where Annabeth is before we storm the place."

Tony nodded, "Yeah... Pretty good idea, kid."

And ok, so Leo was freaking out a little bit on the inside because one of his idols had just complimented his work. But on the outside, he just smiled a little wider.

"You haven't even seen the best part. You've gotta see it after I turn it on. I added stealth-mode so nobody should even be able to know it's there," Leo said, grabbing the spider and flipping it over to press a button.

As soon as he had, the spider flipped itself over in his hand and started crawling up his arm. Tony was a little creeped out, but it was blocked by the fascination for this new kind of science the demigods had. The spider should have to be controlled by a human, but it was moving like it was almost...thinking on its own. There was no way it had an AI, but that was the only solution his mortal brain could come up with.

"Is it an AI?" he asked.

"Nope. It's a greek automaton. They don't need AIs. I programmed it to listen to a few simple commands when needed, but if we don't order it around, it'll just stick around me waiting for orders. Pretty cool, right?"

"Awesome," Tony whispered, in awe of how smart this seventeen year old kid was.

"Thanks. I think I finished it just in time because I heard Percy calling us back upstairs," Leo said. Before he had even finished he was walking towards the deck, not a care in the world for the metal spider crawling around on him.

"Oh, I'm definitely becoming friends with this kid," Tony muttered to himself before following Leo.

Ω ♆ Ω

"Did you get it done, Leo?" Percy asked as soon as he had seen him.

"Yep. Here it is." Leo held up the automaton-spider.

Percy smirked. "Oh, Annabeth's gonna love that."

Leo shrugged, acting clueless. "I have no idea what you're talking about. The spider was just the first thing I could come up with."

"Sure it was," Piper snorted.

Leo fake-gasped. "Beauty Queen! How could you ever think I would lie?! I would never!"

Clint whispered to Natasha, "The kids clearly have a strong bond that only comes from fighting for their lives with each other."

Frank turned to them, surprising the spies that he had heard them, "No shit, Sherlock."

Before anything else could be said, Percy reclaimed the entire group's attention. "If you look to the right, you can see Polyphemus' island. We're going to dock on the south side of the island because that is the only way to get on without climbing a cliff and facing carnivorous sheep. Hazel should be able to disguise the ship until we invade the base, so don't worry about being seen. Leo will send in his spider to check things out and then we'll follow after we know where Annabeth is. Everybody got that?"

At the noises of affirmation, Percy nodded. "Good. Suit up if you're not already."

Of course, Tony had to break the calm solemnity by saying, "Cap, I thought that was your line?"

Everybody collectively rolled their eyes.

Ω ♆ Ω

After they docked, Leo released his spider with specific orders to find Annabeth Chase while staying hidden. That was working until Polyphemus' stupid super-senses could smell the celestial bronze. Leo hadn't known that a blind cyclops would be able to smell metal, but you learn something new everyday, right?

The spider lasted all of five minutes in the cave before Polyphemus smelled it and crushed it under his giant smelly foot. Percy had thought that the cyclops would take longer to reform, but when had he ever been that lucky? Something that completely baffled him was how the mortals got him to not eat them. The dude had been pretty desperate for food the last time Percy had run into him, so how had the weird boss guy gotten him to hold off?

The only thing he could think of for them to feed him would be...nope! He's not going there right now.

The last thing the spider had transmitted to the group was a picture of a mortal holding a gun to Annabeth's head while she was gagged and chained. It made his blood boil.

"I'm going to kill them," He growled, starting to get off the boat and storm the place.

Jason stepped in front of him before he could, "Easy, Perce. You don't know what you're walking into. They want you to go in half-cocked, so we can't give them that. You know Annabeth can handle herself, so just take a breath and we'll figure out a plan."

Percy took a shaky breath, but it did nothing to cool his anger.

"Jace, if you don't step out of my way in the next two seconds, I will be forced to move you, and trust me, you don't want me to do that."

The son of Jupiter stood his ground, "I'm not moving. I know you Percy. Hurting me would go against your fatal flaw. I'm your best friend; your family. I know you would never intentionally hurt me."

Jason glanced over at the rest of the group, who hadn't dared to move if it upset Percy even more. The guy was a ticking time bomb, and they needed to defuse it before it went off and destroyed any chance of getting Annabeth back safely.

Percy almost looked in pain as he spoke his next words, "Jason, I love you. You're my cousin, but Annabeth is my everything. I will hurt you to get to her."

Jason sighed, expecting that answer. "Then at least let us come with you on your suicide mission. I'm not letting you die without me."

"Fine, but hurry up. I'm leaving now," and Percy shoved past Jason and started the trek up to Polyphemus' cave.

Jason turned to the others, who were all staring after Percy with shocked expressions. "Well you heard him! Move your asses!"

That seemed to startle them awake. Everyone but Bruce started moving.

Ω ♆ Ω

By the time the team had been able to catch up to Percy's fast pace, he had already reached the nearest entrance to the cave. It was a dark, narrow path that had walls of rock on either side reaching up for hundreds of feet.

"This is the part in the horror movies where I start screaming at the tv to not go in there and they still go in there," Piper whispered.

They were all just staring at the darkness, and it was getting awkward. For someone who was so hasty to get to Annabeth, Percy was sure taking a long time to get there.

"Are we gonna go in or..." Tony said.

Percy sighed. "Yeah. We're going in. Just don't separate from the group."

He led the way into the cave with Steve right behind him. Percy appreciated having someone else who could take some of the responsibility off his shoulders. Almost his entire time in the godly world, he had been expected to be the leader because of his father, and he had stepped up, but that doesn't mean it didn't weigh on him. Annabeth was the only one who had been able to help him with the stress, and without her, he was losing it. He had already been barely hanging onto his control over his powers, but now without her, what he was doing could barely be called control. It was more like holding back a rampaging bull with a string.

Ten minutes later, they found themselves hiding behind the wall that led to the room where the gang was waiting. Just as the spider had shown them, Annabeth was kneeling under the gang leader's feet while he held a gun to her head.

She looked murderous, so at least something was still normal in the world.

Steve poked his head around and gave a quick scan of the room before turning back to them, "Ok so we've got at least ten humans, with five monsters. One of the monsters is as tall as a building so I think he's the largest threat. Tony, Clint, Nat, and I will deal with the humans if you guys handle the monsters. The main priority is getting Annabeth to safety. Percy, that's your job."

Saying that last bit was just to clarify for everyone else, though they looked like they didn't need to hear it. Percy had a determined look on his face, one that said he wasn't going to allow anyone else to have his assignment.

"You got it, boss," Tony remarked. "Do you just want to storm in there?"

Before he could get an answer, Percy charged into the room, leaving his friends entirely unshocked, but the Avengers were looking a little mad.

"Don't worry, plans aren't really his thing. Even if we do make them, they never go our way. It's better to go with the flow when fighting with Percy," Hazel reassured, and then turned to follow her godly cousin. The rest of the Seven followed, leaving the Avengers to just stare at each other in confusion.

"I like their style," Tony said before flying into the room.

Natasha sighed. "I'm really starting to regret meeting these kids."

Clint smirked at her before leaving, closely followed by Steve and the Black Widow herself. For all three of them, everything about this mission was against their nature, but there wasn't much they could do about it. They were in unknown territory with a group of newly-allied teens and no backup. It was a shitshow before they had even left.

Ω ♆ Ω

Frank was fighting a dracaena, and it was making it super annoying. The thing would not stop talking about grocery stores. It was quite distracting when trying to kill it.

"Seriously! Can you believe how nobody can see how bad those chains are?!" it exclaimed.

Frank sighed, ready for it to be over. Whenever he would try to stab it, it would just slither away right at the last second, all the while continuing to complain.

He decided to use his shapeshifting abilities to catch the thing off-guard. In reality, he could probably deal with it in seconds, but when he really used his inner son of Mars, it drained him. He needed to save his strength if he was going to fight Polyphemus.

Speaking of, so far, the cyclops had stayed out of the fighting. He was just sitting on his throne made of rock, picking at his teeth with what Frank really hoped wasn't a human bone.

Frank changed into a squirrel for a second, climbing up onto the back of the dracaena with the animal's speed and before the monster could react, he changed back into a human and stabbed it through the back with his spear.

"Huh. I guess you can shut up," he remarked as the monster turned into dust.

After, Frank turned to help Hazel take down an empousa. She had already defeated four before that, so it was a pretty easy fight. He had been keeping an eye on her throughout his fight. Sure, he trusted she could take care of herself, but it was also his job to watch her back.

"Thanks," Hazel told him with a quick peck on the cheek after they finished.

Believe it or not, that kiss on the cheek was a major improvement. It had been a real adjustment for Hazel to learn how couples expressed affection nowadays, and it had taken even longer to start showing it herself. It helped that Frank preferred words over touch, too.

"No problem."

Ω ♆ Ω

"Get some, térata!" Leo screamed, running up to the manticore and sending giant, continuous blasts of fire at it.

He had heard of Dr. Thorn from Nico, Percy, and Annabeth before, and had somehow retained the knowledge that it was extremely durable on the outside. That meant that he had to think smart in order to beat it.

So far, Leo was distracting it and holding it off with his fire while he thought of a plan. However, he could only hold it off for so long. He would eventually tire out.

Come on, Leo, THINK!

Then it hit him.

It was so simple! He had been told the story of how the Nemean lion was defeated at Camp. Now usually, he would totally ignore any schooling he was given, but the stuff they were taught at Camp was much more interesting than algebra. So yeah, he remembered some stuff.

So, he decided that his best shot at beating Dr. Thorn was landing a large enough hit inside of him. That meant he had to figure out a way to get him to open his mouth. That wasn't really the hard part, though. The hard part was figuring out how to not die when he had to get closer to the monster.

"Estoy jodido..." he muttered before taking a step forward, never once stopping his assault on the beast.

The Manticore didn't seem to be moving back from the intensity, but rather reveling in the fact that he hadn't gained one burn from the fight. He was just waiting out Leo.

That was not a fun revelation for the son of Hephaestus to have.

And that was when the thorns started attacking him. He should've been expecting it, really. The guy had a tail of poisonous thorns and he hadn't used it yet? Something should've registered in his mind. But that was past-Leo's mistake. Present-Leo had to deal with the super tall, scary, poisonous, and royally pissed-off greek monster in front of him.

Dr. Thorn let out a war cry and swung his tail around, releasing a line of spikes at Leo, who managed to just barely duck out of the way. He was not keen on becoming swiss cheese!

"Ok. It's time to end this." Leo sighed in annoyance, jumping back up and charging.

He swung his battle hammer up and lit it on fire, deciding that he might as well stick with the common theme of stupid ideas. He managed to keep dodging attacks all the way up until he was within ten feet of the manticore. Then, he threw his weapon at the monster, praying to Apollo for good aim. He had fixed the sun chariot plenty of times, so the god had to owe him at least one favor.

Once again, Leo's stupid demigod luck kicked in and the hammer somehow embedded itself in the monster's mouth, which had been opened in a prideful roar. Honestly, the son of Hephaestus didn't know HOW he did it, just that it worked.

With the distraction of having a flaming hammer in his mouth, Dr. Thorn didn't see Leo running up with his arms raised and prepared to fire. By the time he did, it was too late because long blasts of fire were flying straight towards his open mouth.

The monster was able to mutter a silent curse before he disintegrated into dust, once again sent to Tartarus.

"Take that, bitch."

Ω ♆ Ω

Piper was absolutely sure the Fates were laughing at her. They had to be. There was no way that she just happened to be stuck with the two empousa. It didn't help that Jason was struggling to not drool over the girls. She just had to keep chanting in her head that the monsters were using their charm powers on him, and he was not actually attracted to the disgusting things.

After the two monsters tried to both swipe at her at the same time, she growled and shouted, "Jason! Get your head in the game and come help me!"

He had been blinking and shaking his head for the past two minutes and it was getting quite frustrating to have these donkey-cyborg-vampires ganging up on her with no back-up. Once this was over, she was going to make Jason work to get back in her good graces.

With just a little bit of her charmspeak added into her order, Jason was finally able to break free from the empousai's spell. He quickly willed his gladius to be a javelin and launched it through one of the monsters, which made it explode into a shower of golden dust. A traitorous part of Piper's brain insisted on calling that move hot, but she was able to school her expression back into a scowl before her boyfriend could notice.

The other empousa let out a shriek and said, "You MONSTERS! That was my sister! I'll make you pay for that!"

They only had a second to appreciate the irony before she launched herself at them with even more fervor than before, fueled by the rage of losing her "sister."

Jason couldn't help but notice how she was wearing a cheerleading costume. It was very ripped and destroyed, but it was clearly a cheerleading uniform. And as he was deflecting her claws, the ADHD part of his brain realized that the logo on the uniform was for Goode High School, Percy's old school. He almost wanted to laugh when he remembered the story of Kelli, an empousa acting as a cheerleader during Percy's freshman orientation. Percy had always said the monster had a nasty habit of coming back quickly, but Jason had just thought it was an exaggeration. But no, he and Piper were really fighting Kelli, one of Percy's recurring monsters.

It would be hilarious later, truly. But for now, he had to actually kill the thing.

Kelli had backed off when she realized that attacking out of rage wasn't going to work against two experienced demigods, and that also gave Jason and Piper a chance to make a plan themselves.

"Got any ideas?" he asked Piper.

She grinned with a terrifying amount of murderous glee. "I thought you'd never ask."

And then she told him her plan, which was essentially just using him as bait while she got to do all the killing. The prideful Roman part of him wanted to insist on him killing it, but he managed to reign that in when he saw the look on Piper's face. She was not asking, she was telling. Who was he to say no, especially after he hadn't been able to fully resist the empousai's charm?

A scary thought told him he was turning into Percy. He brushed that off for later nightmares.

"Come get me, bloodsucker!" He shouted, raising his arms up in a taunting manner. If he was acting like Percy, might as well go all the way right?

With yet another shriek, Kelli stormed at Jason, completely disregarding the daughter of Aphrodite that was stepping back and preparing to literally stab the monster in the back with her dagger.

Sometimes Jason wonders how a creature could be so stupid. Their plan was so obvious!

It went off without a hitch, technically. Piper let the empousa get a little too close for comfort before she killed it, but he trusted her to get the job done and she came through. Kelli had been prepped and ready to bite into his neck right before she exploded into dust.

It was one Hades of a trust exercise, that's for sure.

"Please don't let it get that close next time, Pipes," he breathed out while he put away Juno's Gladius.

Piper gave him a quick peck on the lips, "Not a chance, Superman."

Ω ♆ Ω

Considering the circumstances, the Avengers weren't doing half-bad. They were actually fairing pretty well. They knew how to deal with humans, so their job wasn't that hard. The only difficulty was that there were four of them and ten of the bad guys. They were sorely outnumbered.

Currently, Steve was fighting two at once, with a third opponent already knocked out a few feet away. He was blocking one with his shield while punching the other in the face. He then switched roles, instead kicking the first attacker and driving his shield into the gut of the second. The one he gutted gasped and fell to the ground, and was knocked unconscious was a simple hit to the temple. While he was distracted with taking down his partner, the still-conscious bad guy recovered from the kick and was able to land a hit to the back of Steve's head. Clearly, the fighter had been prepared to have achieved some form of disorientation from the Captain, but all he got was a pissed-off Avenger.

"That tickled."

It took less than five seconds for Steve to take him down after that.

Natasha also started with three adversaries. Key word being 'started.' It had taken barely any time to take down the first two. And all she had to do for the third was a scissor kick and hold until he passed out. She had just finished doing that when a call from Clint got her attention.

"Nat!" he shouted.

She turned on instinct and threw a throwing knife at the person running up behind her straight into their chest. They stopped with shocked features before falling to the ground in a heap, dead weight pushing the knife even further in and no doubt killing them faster.

"Getting rusty, Clint?" she teased, throwing a look over at her friend.

"No," he defended. "I'm just making sure you're not getting rusty!"

The archer hadn't realised one of his two attackers had sneaked off to go after the "bigger threat." He would never let Nat know he thought she was the bigger threat, though. That would be fueling an ego he knew was somewhere deep down in her.

Tony had been given two people to fight as well, and he was doing pretty well. He had the obvious advantage of being in the air, so all the gang members he was fighting could do was try to shoot at him with their guns, and his armor was designed to withstand a nuclear bomb. Bullets weren't gonna do much damage.

"Guys, seriously, we should just talk this out. We both KNOW I'm going to be knocking you both out in five seconds, so why don't you surrender instead? It'll be so much easier for the both of us!" he said, raising his hands and readying his repulsors.

As expected, the bad guys didn't show any sign of slowing down their useless attack on him. With a roll of his eyes and an obnoxious sigh, Iron Man shot them both in the chest, knocking them out cold.

"That felt too easy. Did that feel too easy to you?" He asked the other Avengers as they gathered back together.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I agree with Tony," Natasha said, "That fight was too good to be true."

Now that the truth had been revealed to them, the Avengers could blame what happened next on the Fates.

Ω ♆ Ω

There it is! I hope you liked it

other chapters :)

[darkstarnight02]

Campfire Song after BoO be like:

My mom is a goddess, the best of the best,

my dad’s also Poseidon, I guess

He likes to make storms that create a mess,

Oh no.

He gave me a sand dollar for my fifteenth birthday,

I used it three days before my sixteenth birthday.

-

My mom is Athena, like that statue up there,

I got her eyes, but I did not get her hair,

And for my boyfriend, she really does not care,

Oh no.  

She named me Olympus’s Architect,

And then the offer to become a god, did Percy reject.

-

Oh, things couldn’t be worse, 

Then your parents running the Universe!

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then our folks running the Universe!

-

The king of the Romans, is Jupiter, my father,

His statues always make him look taller,

To pray to him, I really don’t bother,

Oh no.

I’ve only met him about three times,

But the memories feel like when you suck on limes.

-

My dad is Hephaestus, god of fire,

Somehow he snagged the goddess of desire,

The fire’s getting higher and higher,

Oh no.

He gave me the ability to burst into flame,

But since dirt-face killed my mom, I’ve tried to be tame.

-

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then your parents running the Universe!

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then our folks running the Universe!

-

My mother’s Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty,

She’s the type of Mom that calls my boyfriend a cutie,

Which is odd, since I grew up thinking that boys had cooties,

Oh no.

Now I can make people do what I want them to do,

like that time that I borrowed a BMW.  

-

My dad is Mars, he’s the Roman god of War,

And I’m related to Peryclemenus, so it’s kind of a score,

Except for Jason, only I know what it’s like to soar,

Oh no.  

I’m kind of a pacifist, so that kind of sucks,

But now I’m a Praetor, but I give no... ducks.  

-

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then your parents running the Universe!

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then our folks running the Universe!

-

I’m the daughter of Zeus, the king of the skies,

But normally we call him Drama Queen or Thunder Thighes,

If we piss him off, then, yeah, we’ll die,

Oh no.

So I joined my sister, Artemis, in the hunt.

And now all stupid boys, away I will punt.  

-

My father is Hades, if my outfit isn’t clear,

Usually, his name installs fear,

But really, he’s a helicopter parent, and always near,

Oh no.

Yesterday it was nineteen forty two,

but I woke up eighty years later, and, unfortunately, I met you.

-

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then your parents running the Universe!

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then our folks running the Universe!

-

My mom’s Demeter, she really like’s cereal,

She doesn’t get, that Seph and Hades love is real,

Never once has she asked me to kneel,

Oh no.

One time I got anxious over the paper pages I read,

And meanwhile my sister is still growing weed.  

-

My mom is Hecate, the goddess of Magic,

Our history, truly is tragic,

Cabin Nine always freaks out, because there’s no logic,

Oh no.

I’m pretty sure she likes Hazel more than me,

But I’m not sure, how ‘bout we see?

-

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then your parents running the Universe!

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then our folks running the Universe!

-

Well, my father’s Pluto, the Lord of Riches,

I can summon gems, metals, and occasionally ditches,

Me and my mother were apparently witches,

Oh no.

I don’t know if it’s true, what you said about Hecate,

but that’s pretty sad, if you ask me.  

-

My mother’s Nike, the goddess of Victory,

To get to sing this verse, I had to punch Holly in the knee,

Not that her pain, really concerns me,

Oh no.

She’s also up there, in Athena’s hand,

Now she’ll watch over us, wherever we stand.

-

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then your parents running the Universe!

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then our folks running the Universe!

-

I’m a son of Apollo, the god of the sun,

and music, and archery, and—wait I’m not done,

Poetry and truth, and medicine, oh, fun,

Oh no!

But there aren’t that many talents of his that I know,

so now I just heal and sometimes I glow.  

-

My mother is queer, and you know her as Iris,

She is the rainbow goddess,

As for us gays, we’re truly the hottest,

Oh no.

People always laugh when I tell them who my mom is,

so then I turn their hair to the color of different mosses.  

-

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then your parents running the Universe!

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then our folks running the Universe!

-

This is Clovis, and his dad is Hypnos,

but he won’t stay awake along to say sing on his own.  

Sometimes, when he’s sleeping, pencils get stuck up his nose,

Oh no!

I know he doesn’t say much, but he’s still pretty smart,

His dreams and his visions are a work of art.  

-

My father is Ares, the god of war,

he’s kind of a but-hole, shall I say more?

His wishes for me to be stronger are truly a bore,

Oh no.

I’m leaving this fall, though, because you all suck,

And in Arizona sandstorms, once again I’ll be stuck.  

-

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then your parents running the Universe!

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then our folks running the Universe!

-

Like La Rue, my godly parent, is that of war,

If you fight bellona, you’ll end up on the floor, 

but unlike Mars, she’s not all blood and gore,

Oh no!

I flew the Atlantic to retrieve Athena,

And now this goat boy is calling me RARA.  

-

Hi I’m Grover, I’m a child of pan,

I mean he’s not really my dad, but this song is pretty grand,

definitely better than when he went missing from the entire land,

Oh no!

I’m the one who finally found him,

But then he died, since the world’s pretty dim.  

-

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then your parents running the Universe!

Oh, things couldn’t be worse,

Then our folks running the Universe!

-

Bonus:

My name is Lester, I used to be Apollo,

My father is Zeus, the one all us Greeks follow,

But now I’m mortal, so I’ll sit here and wallow,

Oh no!

I don’t think I have any more tears to cry,

And now that I’m mortal, I can actually die!

[ginger-grimm]

INTRODUCING: RAVEN CARLSON

Real Name: Raven Kaylee Carlson

Aliases/Nicknames: Rave, Rae

Birthdate: September 3rd, 1992

Species: Human

Relatives: Sue Carson (Mother), Warren Carlson (Younger Brother), Jupiter Carlson (Younger Brother)

Affiliation: Raven The Wise, Lindie's Treats

Marital Status: Single

Occupation: Fortune Teller, Cashier

Sexuality: Demisexual

Character Description/Background: Raven was born and raised in Centerville alongside her brothers. She was usually the one to pick up her mother's slack when she was out doing whatever she was doing. Raven always held the boys close to her heart, which is why when Jupiter suddenly disappeared and Sue dragged them to Seattle Raven was not as easily threatened as her brother Warren. She would ask and ask and when her mother threatened her, she threatened right back. The years went on and Raven never found Jupiter. She asked old friends back home, even some friends in Riverdale, but no one had ever seen him. Eventually Sue would stop showing up home for weeks at a time once more and once again Raven was left to pick up the slack. She started holding tarot card sessions in the apartment and sold baked goods on the side. All of this plus a bit of sweet talking the landlord kept them in the apartment for the next couple of years. Then Jupiter stands at the door with a bunch of strangers and Raven jumps at the chance to get Warren somewhere safe and reconnect with Jupiter. She follows them back to Riverdale and starts bunking with her old friend Benji in his van while he's back in town. She has to drop the tarot card deal because even if Riverdale no one is gullible enough to fall for it. Instead, she starts working for Moses Finley's mom Lindie at her bakery. Raven is feisty, self-assured, and protective. She looks out for just about anyone who she deems worthy and has helped more than one young teen on the right path. Raven is a fixer for anyone else, but never truly got to have a childhood or teenage years for herself. She's a bit childish but not stupid. Can be brass. Huge romantic who never got to be with someone.

TAGGING: @hughstheforcelou @firsthorror @eddysocs @raith-way @foxesandmagic @reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle

[thejudgingtrash]

@aph-usa-is-my-dad​ Thank you, thank you! 🙇🏽‍♀️

Alright lads, looks like it’s time for hot takes part III!

Here’s Part 1//Here‘s Part 2

Apollo won’t get Zeus position. Why is everyone wishing for that? And why should he? All of you really want to romanticize/project yourself onto him, huh?

Casual Reyna >>> praetor Reyna

Grover has the fattest ass in the Riordanverse, I don’t make the rules

People lack of basic reading skills part III

The fact that adults in New Rome let kids rule the fucking place is still mindblowing

Rick apologists are lame. People calling out shit isn’t an attack on you. Stop defending a product‘s/public figure‘s honor. Defending Rick Riordan is the equivalent of you defending the honor of a snickers bar. Dude doesn’t know you and dude doesn’t give a fuck about you. You are a walking dollar bill at best

Romans are still fucking wacky and despite Camp Jupiter being superior allegedly it’s a whole damn chaotic mess. Where are the supposed civilized Romans because I don’t see them?

Camp Half-Blood >>>> Camp Jupiter, especially when Percy trains in his summer vacations and beats praetor Jason’s goddamn ass who’s been training for 12 years

Why did Riordan even try to make Jason appear to come close to Percy’s level? The imbalance of power is so abundantly clear and makes Jason seem even smaller in that regard. Riordan is truly Percy’s biggest hater

The fact that CHB also glamorizes child soldiers in a more fun and relaxed way. Yikes

Nico is a white™ (again, he is European)

Rachel was annoying but didn’t deserve the blatant hate.

Annabeth should’ve had another possible love interest to spark some pissed Percy. Luke doesn’t count. Percy’s jealously revolves around (the possibility of) her not being around him (e.g. the hunters), not him ”losing“ her to someone else romantically speaking

Silena is the OG Aphrodite kid, fuck the rest

Amazons >> hunters by a slight margin. They’re also an awful bunch

The execution of the hunters is so bad omg, just let me revamp them, Ricardo

If a different take on a headcanon/characters really offends you/paint that much of a different picture of op, then I’m not sorry (only exception if the headcanon is based on discriminatory means. Someone saying they don’t like A and someone using slurs and being a douche are two different things)

The entire Aphrodite cabin is pan FYI

Team demigods who receive periods would probably be extra fucked when it comes to monsters and stuff. Let’s address this

Why exactly couldn’t the gods handle their own shit? Hunting monsters in your area makes sense as a demigod job. But stuff like retrieving Hermes‘ staff (especially when the dude is the speedy traveler guy) makes no goddamn sense

Let’s face it: Annabeth is the only good female character that Riordan pulled off. Also wasn’t she based off his wife? If so, that’s why.

The lack of irl examples for his POC and other women is abundantly clear as he can’t lure everyone from his environment into the stories especially because he has no irl connection to minorities. So he fabricated stuff/did his 5 mins of wiki and got it severely wrong. Clock that tea!

Camp Half-Blood t-shirts belong to the trash. Orange is Yellow‘s cousin and both are ugly to the max. Let’s just switch colors of both camps. Let the Romans deal with the hideous shit

Chiron and Paul are Riordan‘s self-inserts

Tbh giving Hazel super mist powers and tying Frank to Poseidon was stupid

Skater!Percy is pretty much canon but I just can’t envision it? The thought of it is cute and so 2000s but my brain goes fjfldlsöwlwbvd (and tbh gymnast!/dancer!/Parcours!Percy >>>>> skater!basketball!Percy)

People are forgetting that Percy is the unpopular kid both in the mortal realm and at camp and partially chose to be so? Let me remind you of the truth real quick

Beckendorf and Silena are the horny bastards of the Camp Half-Blood. Issa fact

The gods not really immortalizing Chiron and simply saying that he’ll live as long as he’s needed turned him into the cryptic fuck we all know. That’s why he barely helps out (On that note a tiny Chiron essay)

A headcanon, regardless of how popular it is, isn’t factual/reality. So fighting over different takes of the exact same issue is rather pointless but you do you. Some popular blog having an opinion with a large following doesn’t automatically negate your sentiment

Piper being ”unconventional“ as in hating make-up and being dressed up is in itself more than fine but the execution was lacking and her coming off as pretentious and annoying was the result

Piper also has no taste in men if she thinks that amnesia brick boy Grace > Percy. Just no. Lesbians claim haaa

If I see another Amandla or Zendaya or another biracial/lightskinned face claim for Hazel I will lose it

Everyone and their mother having a crush on Percy fuels them Gary Stu feelings, just saying

The fact that Riordan casually drops the abuse that Percy has suffered from like some fucking tic tacs just to never be spoken about should be a reason enough to whoop his ass

Not maturing and darkening HOO (there were good thoughts but also many whacky executions) was the biggest mistake Riordan had made. He should’ve went the Rowling route and transitioned from kids books to YA

The whole fire stick thing that Riordan ripped off from Meleager and slapped onto Frank was terribly executed

A lot of you people should open up more to jokes and not take everything all too seriously

The fact that people seriously ship/ped Reyna x Apollo is proof enough that this fandom should burn

Why do Luke discussions at this point still exist? You’re essentially glossing over the same four things

Hyping up fanfics to the max is a terrible idea. Also don’t shy away from giving writers constructive criticism

Stoner headcanons are here to stay and slay!

On one hand seeing discussions from the science side of PJO talking about the biology, physics etc. is super interesting but on the other hand getting heated over the illogical basis of ”magic“ is pretty much a waste of time

Riordan‘s world building is truly awful

Frazel is a crime against humanity

If you don’t get someone‘s post actually look op up and read the tags? No need to spam the exact question to everything

Fat Frank stays. I get it, Greek gods are hot, they are conceited and choose to fuck people that they perceive as attractive, so their offspring also has some higher levels in the beauty realm. But why not explore the opposite? Why does every character need a makeover or a blessing that gives them enhanced looks?

Clarisse‘s thigh can break ya neck

Also Riordan is Annabeth’s biggest hater. Let’s throw all of her most important possessions away to proof that the smart one can survive without any of it. Sure, but the emotional attachment to the stuff still remains especially when everyone else is walking out of Annabeth’s life

Making Leo another horny bastard was an accurate portrayal of your casual 16 year old boy. Annoying, but realistic

[alias-b]

Eros & Psyche: SOMY drabble

Billy Hargrove x Evie Fenny: Whump with a Happy Ending Drabble

~Evie contemplates her past relationship after getting together with Billy. ((No real fic spoilers, it’s no secret that Billy & Evie are soulmates & Endgame. Just some extra words for them to touch.)) TW: Talk of past grooming/Abusive student& teach relationship.

Whew, I wrote something, guys. Lol named is sorta after an existing chp bc I'm shameless. xoxo askbox open. Goodnight! :)))

He’s perfect.

Heaven carved her a prince from all her favorite fairy tales. Dash of charming. Sprinkle of classical good looks. A darling smile. Enough to melt any girl. Evangeline had no chance.

Fredrick always included Evie in his life. Well, the part of it no one else was involved in. That counted. She told herself it did.

Hawkins couldn’t know how much he loved her. She was sure that truly ached him. 

She was pretty sure.

Fredrick included Evie in what was under his mask. She told herself that was what mattered most of all. His true self and it was bared. All hers and hers alone.

She told herself.

Evie was telling herself lots of things these days. Fredrick called her a classic over-thinker. She didn’t need to think, she had him. He’d guide her along. Being wise and experienced of course. All she needed to do was let go and trust him.

But, he was perfect.

Fredrick took her to parties with other thirty year olds. Always held her hand. Said the right thing. Brought her under one arm. Introduced her as if he was thrilled and proud she was with him. Showed her off like a new designer watch. Fredrick liked to buy Evie designer things too in lace.

Things that made for a better pose in cotton sheets. Pictures she claimed she was too shy to let him take. 

He’d press a tight smile. Telling her it was enough to have her trapped in his thoughts. 

The, he’d unzip his pants. The sound prickled under her skin.

“This is Evangeline,” he boasted at parties, “my girl.”

Men and women extended their hands. Fussed over her. She just looked so youthful. She must have secrets.

“For now,” Fredrick said in the car once, “just tell anyone who asks that you’re nineteen.” He smiled and caressed her cheek. Fredrick always said the right thing. “You’re too beautiful. I love you so much.”

Slowly, he unzipped his pants.

All Evie wanted to do was please him. See that smile. See the lights behind it because he was hers and she was a moth drawn to them. Fredrick liked most that she was his too. He came to her upon a deathly white horse with a silken, red cape upon his back. Bought her lace and flowers.

Fed her only a certain amount and took plates away before she was finished. 

“There’s this silk nightie I want to buy you, but it’s just a smidge too small. Couple pounds should do it. Not that I think you need to lose it.” He cared so much. Evie welled and drank her cool water down. Swallowed the ice cubes when he went to the kitchen. 

They drank quite a bit. He liked her swaying and loose. Not alert. Not overthinking too much. Cause he cared. More than anything.

Evie always said no to coke lines. Yes to shots. Yes to the occasional pill that lit shit up inside her. Let her see the night sky in living color. 

Fredrick kept close. He always did. Especially if other men approached her. His arm pulled her back into his orbit. One sharp snap. Another prickle that made her skin pulse.

Europa trapped circling Jupiter and its great red storms. Clinging desperately maybe cause she’s scared and she doesn’t know it. She doesn’t have anywhere to go and no planet will love her or hold her like her Jupiter.

Fredrick could storm too. Could get snappy. Grip her too hard. Leave marks she had to hide from her mother and classmates. It’s all passion. That’s what he said. He loved fierce and unyielding. Just like a prince would, they’re supposed to love hard. 

Evie’s terrified to disappoint him. Terrified to leave the narrative because who would she be without it? She figured that was normal, growing up with the same dynamic in her household. Children wetting the bed cause their parents build these anxieties into them. Phantoms that never leave.

“Letting everyone down would be my greatest unhappiness.” She often repeated that to the mirror. Repeated it when Fredrick was slamming things around. Pretending he’s fine until she’s crawling to unzip his pants and then all is forgiven.

Evie loved being forgiven. Gentle pats and warm embraces into the night. Fingers to swipe her loose tears. Fredrick gave her everything she needed.

Even if he was the one telling her she needed it.

Prince Charming knew to force his kisses and wake the princess. Now she owed a debt. He knew she needed saving from her tower or dragon. She was too helpless to decide her own path. He knew that she had to love him in return to break the curse. She doesn’t get a choice, it’s destiny.

Evie believed in destiny when she met Fredrick. He certainly murmured it into her ear enough. Hushed tones that made her feel cradled. Made her feel found. Made her float.

But, she can’t tell people, “This is Fredrick, my prince.”

Once he screamed at her for even signing a little heart above the “i” in her name during class. All because he cares. Because he’s the prince who knew better. Because no one would ever understand them.

Maybe that was why she loathed Billy upon meeting him that windy autumn day.

Billy Hargrove was the exact opposite. He never pretended to know better. Not as far as Evie’s soul was concerned. Evie didn’t grovel. Didn’t beg his forgiveness for the slightest misstep or incorrect thought. They nipped at each other, but it was an equal exchange.

Billy’s not a prince. He didn’t try to be either.

He didn’t shake her hand when they met. Not until Neil made him. He doesn’t always hold doors. Doesn’t constantly have to have Evie under his arm. Under his eye.

Especially doesn’t start slamming things when she laughs at Tommy’s stupid jokes or shares her drinks with Steve. He didn’t tell her she couldn’t hang out with Heather or Carol without him. Didn’t steer her from her mother or friends. He also didn’t pry for secrets out of mistrust.

He doesn’t care what she does as long as she isn’t getting herself into deep shit. Without him. His words. He’s not perfect and he doesn’t try to be.

Billy drove like shit. He smoked too much. He got into fights. He could be a total sourpuss grump, but he doesn’t grab Evie to leave bruises over it.

He fucked hard though, he always made sure Evie got off. Never unzips unprompted. Girls hit on him and he says that he’s seeing someone. Easy enough. Sometimes gesturing to Evie if she’s in the room. No need to bother her with pointless shit.

They were always aware of each other even if they didn’t interact. Something magical there neither could place.

Billy knew things Fredrick didn’t care to remember about Evie as well. How she’s a talented roller skater. What she liked on her cheeseburger. Her favorite movie snacks. Her order when they grab Chinese. The articles of clothing that always comforted her on bad days. How to gauge her mood by the song she’d hum or the book in her hand.

How she tapped the rhythm of songs she wrote into flesh and hard surfaces. How she wanted to turn the radio up when her favorite song was on, but politely doesn’t always. Billy does it for her.

He doesn’t comment when she eats and doesn’t care what she wears out or to bed.

He’s often trying to piece together the bits of songs he hears her humming and creating. She’ll share them with him one day, he won’t make her.

Billy’s not a prince. He’s probably beaten up a few in his day. But, he remembers. He pays attention. He lets Evie exist as her own soul and take up her own needed space. 

They’re two equal stars twinkling pleasantly in the same shared constellation.

There’s plenty he didn’t tell her. About himself. About his life. Things he wanted to share, but he couldn’t. Not yet. Maybe one day. She needed to trust him enough in that light. And she did.

Before getting together, Evie thought of Billy too often when she was with Fredrick. Especially when she was under him. Counting the seconds before he finished with her. She hadn’t been warmed up enough and her prince was hurting her with his passion. 

She wondered about asking him to stop. If he would. If he’d ignore her and chase his end. If he’d bruise her wrists again. A lot could be said about Billy, but he’d stop.

He wouldn’t ignore this beautiful star he’s so well attuned to. Billy wouldn’t hurt Evie and call it passion. He’d own his shit.

But, they tell her Billy isn’t the prince and the princess always was supposed to end up with her prince. Billy was a lone, glittering god with his own marble pedestal. Unobtainable. Eyes that watch the mortals below.

Maybe he’ll grace them with his presence and a fresh set of shiny arrows. Messy, little Eros with a laundry list of issues and vices he’ll never outrun. Evie didn’t mind to carry a few vices if he’d watch hers too. She was just a mortal girl with dreams higher than stars could go. Piled with dead weight as Fredrick collapsed into her. Smothering her. 

And Evie’s first thought was always the shine of Billy’s eyes blaring into her after Fredrick dropped her at the end of Cherry Land so she could walk home. Defeated and wanting for more. They broke her heart.

Fredrick pushed down. Crushed her until Evie was gasping herself awake in her own bed. Eons later after she left him. After he shattered her already.

“Squirming more than usual.” A voice in the pillows next to her muttered. Billy groaned, turning over like he was annoyed. 

Evie knew he wasn’t. She didn’t feel her heart give an unpleasant clench like she’d upset him. One arm slung over her stomach as Billy stretched back out on his front, facing her. A barely there glow from the moon trickled between the curtains showing his lashes fluttering.

“Just a dream.” Evie reached out and traced a line into his shoulder. Let her finger trail up to tap his nose. Made him scrunch and look sorta adorable.

“Well, it’s over.” Billy closed his eyes. Nestled into her heat. “Try rolling for another.”

“I like this better.” She caught his lip twitching up. Billy remained silent for a while there. Almost lulling back to sleep. He shifted up. Revived Evie with a simple, cathartic kiss. Mapping more across her cheek as lazy as can be. 

They still felt carefully packaged. Billy had a way with careless affection that was still so striking and beautiful. Flaming arrows through her heart. 

They don’t hurt. So few things hurt with Billy. Evie liked to think she returned that.

His arm tightened.

“I’ll roll this time.”

And Evie could let him without sacrificing her own agency. Her own narrative.

Fingers reached up to draw select gold curls aside. She decided princes were small and overrated. Billy had wings and he had light and he had a swelter of carefully exposed nerves that he trusted Evie to pluck. A heart he let her guard. He wouldn’t ask but she’d give that back.

Love cannot exist without soul. Without trust. 

Evie pushed up to meet his oncoming kiss. Brought him back down to touch the soft earth with her. Where they felt safe together.

She realized it then as Billy shifted up to see her there. Fredrick never made her feel safe, he just used her to save himself. Sunk his teeth in to suck her dry of vitality so he could have it. 

She didn’t ask Billy if he trusted her. Didn’t tell him in this moment that she trusted him. That was destiny. Not the draining of your soul until you’re forced to give it over.

Sometimes it was just knowing the obvious placement of stars. Glittery dust might sprinkle delicately over them.

“Let’s roll later,” Evie nudged her head into his, “always time for dreaming. But, I think I want to be wide awake right now. Hope that’s not too disappointing.” Hands shifted around his shoulders. A fuller smile crossed and Billy matched it. Blue eyes glinting almost iridescent. He hummed in thought. Seemed to agree. 

“Evangeline,” he sounded out with some lazy amusement, “you couldn’t disappoint me if you tried, you know that?” Billy settled himself against her. Continued to map his euphoric paths. Stroking her cheek and hair. Sparking. Hushing. “Hope you know that much, Angel.”

“I know, Billy,” she sighed out to the forgiving cloak of night, “I do.”

[tarisilmarwen]

RobStar Valentine’s Weekend Day 2 - Date Night

(This one was fun.)

---

Her orange feet slipped into golden sandals.  Starfire wobbled a moment, adjusting to the heels, then leaned down and did up the straps.

She straightened when she was finished, giving herself a once-over in the mirror, turning this way and that in delight.

There.  She looked perfect.

Giggling, she grabbed up her clutch purse, her T-communicator tucked safely inside (just in case), and floated towards the door.

***

"And you're sure there's no crime alerts?"

Cyborg groaned.  "Man, for the hundredth time, there has not even been any loitering, littering, or jaywalking in the past seven hours.  Y'all are good.  Just go on your date," he grumbled.

Robin fidgeted with the knot of his tie, fixing its position, his eyes on the monitor display with a skeptical frown.  "Excuse me if I'd just like to have an uninterrupted evening for once," he said, witheringly sour.

"I'm sure if anything does come up, Raven, BB and I can handle it," Cyborg assured him, waving the boy off with his hand.

Robin jerked at the knot with a bit more force than necessary, accidentally pulling it loose.  He sighed in frustration, reaching up to fix it.  "Knowing our luck it'll happen right outside the restaurant," he muttered.

"We do kinda have uncanny timing," Beast Boy put in, from where he was watching upside-down, head hung over the edge of the couch and feet dangling off its back.

"Not helping, B," Cyborg growled through his teeth.

Raven cleared her throat from behind them.

All three boys turned to see Starfire standing in the doorway, beaming, her silky white short-cropped dress matching her million-watt smile.

Robin's expression went quite dazed and it took a moment for him to find his voice.

"Wow..." he finally said.

She laughed behind her hand, blushing.

"Yeah yeah, Star's gorgeous and it makes you catatonic, can you guys just go already?" Beast Boy whined.  He flipped himself upright, straining and failing to reach for the remote on the coffee table.  "I'm missing the Treasures of the Barbaric Deep marathon for your stupid last-minute crime check."

Robin pointedly kicked the side of the couch as he passed it, sliding his arms into his jacket as he walked over to join Starfire.

"Shall we?" he said with a grin, offering her his arm.

She slipped her elbow through his and turned him towards the door.

As soon as the door hissed shut behind them, Raven stepped over to stand by Cyborg's shoulder.

"You know he's probably slipped his communicator into his back pocket," she said dryly.

"Don't worry," Cyborg assured her in a sing-song, beckoning for her to see something on the screen.  "I went into the network masterframe and disabled the alerts on both their communicators.  They'll have a nice chaos-free evening."

"We hope," Raven said, unconvinced.  "Beast Boy has a point, we do tend to have abysmal luck whenever we try to go out and do something fun."

"C'mon Rae, who's gonna be tryna rob the Planetarium?"

She shrugged.

Cyborg rolled his chair back, switching off the computer.  "Now then," he said, "I believe we had a marathon to watch."

***

The line for the ticket counter was longer than he'd expected, winding from the reception desk through the main lobby of the Worthington Planetarium and almost back to the glass-door entrance.

"I did not realize this event would be so popular," Starfire mused as she observed the crowd.

"Good thing I got our vouchers early," Robin said.  He led Starfire to the Will-Call window off to the side, presenting the purchase proofs to the lady behind the glass, who scanned them, handed them their tickets and maps with a smile, and sent them off.

Now all they had to do was wait to get up to the front.

Starfire marveled around at the displays in the front lobby, as their line shuffled forward, the attendant behind the barrier letting groups in two or three at a time, so as not to crowd the enclosed space just through the door he stood by where the massive holoprojector--the first of its kind they were told--cast dozens of tiny images of stars and galaxies around the room.

Robin could catch a small glimpse of it from where they were, and it looked like it was going to be every bit as spectacular as advertised.

Then something caught his eye that made him frown.  A furtive shadow, sneaking around the corners of the room.  A figure heading for the Planetarium's normal exhibit halls.  Robin squinted past the giant plasticine model of Jupiter and registered a green jumpsuit and large goggles perched on top of a bald head.

He smothered a groan.

Oh for the love of--Gizmo?! he thought in disbelief.

The little gremlin had better not be there to swipe the revolutionary holoprojector technology making this evening's event possible.

Gnashing his teeth, Robin made a quick decision.

"Hey, Star?" he said, slipping his arm out of hers.  "Hold our place in line I need to step out to the bathroom for a moment."

She nodded with an affirmative, "Of course."

He smiled at her before stepping out of line, then walked as casually as he dared towards Hall A.  No reason to make her suspect anything was up.

Once he was behind the model of Jupiter, Robin crouched down low and trotted quickly to catch up to the pint-size villain, who was fiddling with a hand-held sensor and cackling softly by the fire alarm on the wall.  He hadn't pulled it yet, and he never got a chance to, as Robin snagged him by the collar, pulling him bodily off his feet and swinging him around to deposit him in a secluded corner.

"Gaaah!" the boy yiped as he flailed around in surprise, dropping gadgets to the floor.  Gizmo squinted up at him, his sensor down loosely by his side.  "Bird Boy?!  What the hell are you doing here?"

"Could ask you the same thing," Robin said, taking his voice low and dangerous.

"None of your cludging business!" Gizmo snapped.  Then his eyes widened as he got the full force of Robin's intimidating glare.  "Uh... I mean... nice suit?" he stammered nervously.

Robin kept his eyes pinned on Gizmo, tranquil fury burning from every rigid line of his posture.  "I'm going to make things very clear," he told Gizmo, his voice even but lined with anger.  "I am on a date.  We have been looking forward to this for a month.  Starfire looks absolutely gorgeous.  I have made plans for dinner and dancing and stargazing afterwards and I will not have you ruining this for me," he emphasized, his grip tightening on Gizmo's collar.  "Am I understood?"

The boy gulped.  "Crystal," he squeaked.  Robin released him and he picked up a few of his dropped gadgets numbly.  "I'll just... go back to the hideout now and... play video games all night.. or something," he muttered.

Robin grinned.  "Glad we could come to an understanding."

He waited, watching with stern folded arms until Gizmo had exited through the side door, before turning around and rejoining his girlfriend in line.

"Is everything all right?" she asked in concern.

He swept up her hand and gave her palm a kiss.  "Everything's good," he promised her.

***

The docu-show was already playing in the holoprojector room, on a continuous loop that, the attendant told them, would cycle through its program every forty-five minutes.  A narrator intoned over the speakers as the holoimage danced and shifted, zooming on star clusters and constellations, taking the viewers on a journey through the Milky Way.

Starfire was absolutely delighted, reaching out to touch the glimmering floating images and marvel.

Robin thought the program was well put-together and very informative, and he had to admit the technology definitely enhanced the experience to awe-struck levels.  They stayed for about an hour, just long enough to hear bits and pieces of narration they'd already listened to, then wandered the rest of the museum for another hour.

Dinner was pleasant and uneventful, and Starfire was warm as he held her in his arms, gently swaying back and forth to the music.  It wound up getting too cloudy for stargazing but Starfire was adamant she'd had a beautiful evening, so they just decided to come home.

Robin checked his communicator with a frown, noticing it didn't seem to be synced properly.  He fiddled with it a couple moments, then put it away, taking Starfire's hand as they headed for OPS.

"And the wild game platter--What did the waiter call it?"

"'The Huntsman's Treat'," Robin supplied.

Starfire nodded.  "I enjoyed that the most!  The quail was gamey but very well-seasoned.  It reminded me of the Garbok birds on Selrik Pri--"

She cut off, eyes widening as they stepped through the door.

"X'hal!" she exclaimed.

She and Robin gaped at the frazzled conditions of their teammates.  Cyborg was holding his right arm, his left leg missing from the knee down and loose sparks popping.  Raven's cloak was disheveled, the clasp had broken and she was missing a shoe.  Beast Boy's hair was sticking up and he looked singed from head to toe.  All three of them were covered in a gelatinous green substance that was dripping on the carpet.  A few chairs were overturned and the main screen blinked on and off with an all-clear message.

Cyborg was the first to recover from his paralysis, giving a nervous grin.  "Hiiiiii Rob!  Uh..."

"Did you enjoy your date?" Raven interrupted, staring at the couple with some desperate look in her eyes that pleaded for them to say, yes they did.

"Yeah, um..." Robin stammered, glancing around them room and seeing additional green glop coating the walls. "Yeah, it was great," he said absently.

"It was wonderful!  Truly a lovely night!" Starfire assured them, her hands curling up by her chest in no small amount of concern.

"Good..." Beast Boy croaked, slumping over into the couch cushions with exhaustion. "Then all this was worth it..."

Starfire opened her mouth to ask a question but stopped when Robin tugged on her arm, pulling her back towards the hallway.

"Let's... ask them in the morning," he said, giving one last look around and then shaking his head as he led her out.

[jeontaeh]

TWENTY ONE²¹

✫  ✬  ✭  ✬  ✫

"Hey Jimin." Namjoon said, entering the dining room. "Guess what?"

"Ooh-" Jimin started, and then closed his eyes, deep in thought. "Umm... let's see... you-"

"No I'm not actually asking you to guess, Jimin." Namjoon snapped, and Jimin sighed to himself.

"Ugh, my mind... Intellectuals only." Jimin said, and Namjoon gave him a confused look.

"Where's everyone else? I wanna say something to everyone." Namjoon said, and then Jin walked into the room, along with Yoongi.

"All I'm saying is, if god didn't want us to eat meat, then why'd he make it taste so fucking good?"

"Jin that's the most controversial thing I've ever heard anyone say." Yoongi scoffed, and Jin rolled his eyes. "Stay hungry vegan bitch."

"I'm not even vegan!" Yoongi snapped, and then Hoseok walked into the room.

"Guys it smells like a hat in here."

"What the fuck does a hat smell like?"

"A hat."

"And that's why I think-" Jungkook started, walking into the dining room with Taehyung. "-that being a furry is not only sustainable for the environment but also the economy."

There was a silence, and Jungkook turned and looked at the others. "Oh hey guys what's up?"

Namjoon just shock his head. "I hate all of you."

"Wig." Jimin said, propping his feet onto the table in front of him.

"Jimin stop talking like that please."

"Sister snapped!"

"Jimin stop! You're being annoying."

"That's the tea sis!"

"Shut up!" Namjoon snapped, and then everyone looked at him. "There's something serious going on, I need all of you to use the 12 collective brain cells you all have and listen to me for once."

"That would mean all six of us have.." Jungkook started, and then looked away, mumbling something to himself, doing the math in his head- "2 brain cells."

"The intelligence jumped out." Jimin said, and Jungkook pouted. Taehyung sat down beside Jungkook and pinched his waist.

"What's wrong Joonie?" Jin asked, and Namjoon gulped. "Okay, you know the small black cameras all around the ship? Well the one in the engineering room fell out so I was looking into it because I was bored-"

"You were bored so you decided to look at machines? Fuckin' nerd."

"Shut up Yoongi at least he doesn't perform foreplay in his Hello Kitty fursuit in his free time." Jin snapped, and Yoongi scoffed in offense, Hoseok letting out a laugh.

"Anyways so I looked into it- and there was a chip in it. There's this machine in the engineering room I put the chip into, and it generated the code. If I'm not wrong.. the code had the first two numericals the same as the one in our planet. And I know every planet has different codes.. now these chips- they're like trackers. The cameras are connected to other devices in other plan-"

"Literally have no clue what you're talking about." Taehyung said, and Namjoon groaned.

"Someone's watching us!" Namjoon snapped, and everyone's eyes widened. "The people from our university, they can see us through the cameras."

"Wait a minute- so this whole time they could see us and know where we are- but never tried to contact us or help us??" Hoseok said, and Namjoon nodded.

"Yes. This literally proves my theory. They put us here on purpose and want us to die. How do we know if the map they gave us in the beginning was even correct?" Namjoon said, and Jimin bit his lip.

"Shit, Joon. Didn't you say we were running out of fuel too?" Jimin asked, and Namjoon nodded, looking down.

"What are we going to do? If we run out of fuel.. we'll get stranded on some planet in the middle of nowhere." Taehyung said, and Jungkook stood up, looking angrily at the camera on the wall.

"Help us you fucking assholes!" Jungkook snapped, and Taehyung instantly grabbed Jungkook and pulled him down.

"Kook, don't! They don't want us to become self aware! If we do, then they might do something. You don't know what they're capable of." Taehyung said, and Jungkook's eyes grew big in worry.

"Sorry." Jungkook said softly, and Namjoon put his hands up. "Don't worry too much, guys. I found something. There's this kind of liquidated metal in a planet closeby. That one's practically identical to the type of fuel this ship requires. We can use that! It doesn't last very long.. but it'll make do for a while."

"Namjoon you are so smart! We would literally die without you." Jin said, rushing forward and giving Namjoon a kiss on the cheek.

"Honestly, thouh." Yoongi said, seeing Namjoon blush. "We'd have to make Jimin the leader or some shit."

Jimin stuck his tongue out at Yoongi, and then Namjoon spoke up. "Jungkook, Taehyung, did you guys learn about Requiry Embezzling Missions?"

Jungkook nodded, and Taehyung scoffed. "Yes. We all know it's fancy for 'stealing something from another planet that doesn't belong to us'."

"Yeah, basically. You guys will have to steal this metal liquid. It's kind of important to the aliens there, so don't take too much of it." Namjoon said, and Jungkook and Taehyung nodded.

Everyone got up and walked out of the room, talking within themselves, and Jungkook looked at Taehyung, eyes shining.

"This is exciting." Jungkook said, and Taehyung smiled as well. "It is." Taehyung said, but then his smile faltered a bit.

"You.. should let me take the lead for this one. I've learned more about it." Taehyung said, and Jungkook nodded. "Okay."

"Let's get out of here." Taehyung said, and they both got up and walked out of the dining room.

✭

"Namjoon.." Taehyung said, seeing the older purple haired boy standing in the control room, looking outside.

"Hey Tae. What's up?" Namjoon said, giving him a warm smile, beckoning him to come stand with him.

Taehyung walked up to him, rubbing his hands together in a somewhat nervous and hesitant manner. "A-are you sure me and Jungkook should be doing this?"

"Do you mean the stealing thing? I know it's bad- but as far as I've checked, it seems as if they have loads and loads of it, so-"

"No no, not that." Taehyung said, and then looked at Namjoon wearily. "I mean.. the whole mission thing. You know about the whole stupid chocolate death thing." Taehyung said, and Namjoon frowned in realization. "I don't want to hurt him."

"I know you don't. I'm sure nothing will happen, Tae. I'm certain what you looked into was past history, possibly a myth conjured to fool hopeless people. It's been done in the past." Namjoon chuckled, and Taehyung sighed.

"I-I hope so." Taehyung mumbled, and Namjoon gave him a small smile.

"Tae!" Jungkook called, and Taehyung turned around and smiled a little. "I'm gonna go." Taehyung said, and Namjoon waved him off, and Taehyung walked out of the room.

Namjoon continued looking outside into space, and heard a voice. "You busy?"

Namjoon turned and saw Jin. "Ah, Jin! Come. I'm not busy." Namjoon said, and Jin walked up to him.

Jin looked at the miles and miles of the black void outside, twinkling stars and vibrant planets in the distance. "It's truly so beautiful. I could never get sick of it."

"Me too. Having been here so long, the fear of being in complete isolation is slowly wearing away." Namjoon said, and Jin looked at him.

"Do you think that's because you've been here so long, or because you have us with you?" Jin asked, and Namjoon smiled, looking at him.

"Both, I think." Namjoon said, and Jin walked behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"You take up too much responsibility, Joon. You're the smartest here, but don't think you have to miraculously save all of us from this. It's a group effort, okay? You're not alone here." Jin said, and Namjoon sighed.

"I know. I tend to get a little overbearing on others and myself sometimes."

"I think you forget that you're also still a baby." Jin said, placing his chin on Namjoon's shoulder. Namjoon laughed.

"I'm only 2 years younger than you, Jin." Namjoon said, and Jin spun him around, looking at him closely.

"Still very young. I hope you're keeping your own wellbeing in consideration." Jin said softly, and Namjoon smiled.

"I am. Thank you." Namjoon said, and Jin hummed.

Jin leaned in a bit, and Namjoon did as well, and then they both heard a loud crash.

Both pulled away, and in worry, rushed out of the control room and saw Jungkook lying on the floor face first, groaning, while Jimin stood beside him, along with Taehyung.

"God, Jungkook- I told you you couldn't carry 5 chairs at once!" Jimin snapped, and Taehyung walked over to Jungkook and helped pick him up.

Jin burst out laughing and so did Namjoon, and they both walked up to Jimin and help him pick up five chairs.

Taehyung picked Jungkook up, and the boy groaned in pain, and Taehyung chuckled. "You're adorable."

"I'm not... I'm strong." Jungkook mumbled in a pout, and Taehyung looked at him with a smile.

"You are! You're strong and have many muscles, Cherry, but you're still adorable." Taehyung said, and Jungkook hit him on the chest.

Taehyung whacked him on the chest back, and Jungkook fell back, falling on the floor again, wincing. "Ow! W-why'd you hit me so hard?" Jungkook squeaked, and Taehyung's eyes widened.

"O-oh- shit- sorry Kook, I didn't mean to-" Taehyung said, and the other three boys, Jin Jimin Namjoon, turned and looked at them, looking worried.

Taehyung reached down and helped Jungkook to stand up again, and Jungkook rubbed at his chest where Taehyung hit him, and looked at Taehyung with angered eyes and a pout.

"Meanie." Jungkook said, and Taehyung sighed. "Sorry.. Jupiter males are just naturally stronger."

Jungkook nodded, and then leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. "Doesn't matter. I'm gonna go suit up." Jungkook said with a small smile, and then rushed off to his room.

"Is that true?" Jimin asked, and Taehyung turned around to look at them.

"No! We're not naturally stronger!" Taehyung said nervously, and then walked over to Jin and punched him.

"What the hell!" Jin snapped, and Taehyung looked at him. "Did that hurt badly?"

"Not really.." Jin said, and Taehyung sighed. "See! That's the amount of pressure I put on Jungkook, and he went flying back!" Taehyung said, and then looked at Namjoon.

"Joon, this can't be a coincidence. Why is it when I touch him with a little pressure he gets hurt?" Taehyung said weakly, and Namjoon gulped.

"Don't- don't worry, Tae! It'll be fine. I'm sure he's just weaker right now because of the whole medicine and brownie and ass fucking thing." Namjoon blabbered, and then Taehyung sighed to himself, rubbing his face.

"I hope so."

✭

Jungkook and Taehyung stood behind a large tree with red leaves, standing on black sand, big birds flying overhead. The sky was reddish, and they were in another planet. The planet with the metal liquid they needed. They were in a forest.

"Where is it located?" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung gestured ahead. "Where that alien guy is sitting. Behind him lies a stream of the metal liquid. We need to get enough of it in this barrel." Taehyung said, pointing to the barrel Jungkook was holding.

A little far away, past many trees, was a slap of cobblestone, where there was a man sitting in yellow clothes, sitting criss cross with his eyes closed.

"He's meditating, Tae." Jungkook said.

"He's died."

"Jimin shut up." Taehyung whisper-snapped, both boys touching their earpiece. Jimin was back on the ship, monitoring the two.

"Okay c'mon, we just need to go forward and get it while he can't hear us-" Jungkook started, and Taehyung gripped his arm.

"No, you stay here. I'll go get it." Taehyung said, and Jungkook frowned.

"What? No- Tae, c'mon. I'm going too." Jungkook said, and Taehyung looked at him.

"Kook, I want you to stay here and be on the lookout."

"Isn't that what I'm here for?" Jimin said in their earpieces, and Jungkook snickered. "Exactly. Stop worrying, Tae. Let's do this."

Taehyung sighed. "Fine, whatever. Let's see if anything wakes him up." Taehyung said, and then picked up a few stones in his hand. "Let's fling a couple of rocks at him-"

Jungkook picked up a boulder and threw it at the guy.

"Jungkook!" Taehyung snapped, and both saw the rock go past him, not hitting him, but not waking him either. "Not that big a rock, you dumbass!"

"Sorry." Jungkook giggled, and then grabbed pebbles. Taehyung and him began flicking them at the guy, and one of them went and landed on his bald head.

Both started giggling when he didn't wake up, and Jungkook threw another rock, and it landed perfectly on his head again. They started giggling again. Taehyung threw a rock far and it landed on his head again, and now they both started wheezing, having to cover their mouths because they couldn't be loud.

"J-Jimin you see this?"

"Y'all are on crack. Stop fucking around, c'mon. Get this done." Jimin snapped through the earpiece, and then Taehyung cleared his throat and stopped laughing.

"I think we can go." Taehyung said, and Jungkook nodded. They both ran forward, not making any sound, and then reached in front of the meditating guy.

He was sitting in criss cross position, his skin white like chalk. Jungkook and Taehyung tiptoed past him, and then saw the metal liquid stream, colored in blue.

"Quick!" Jungkook said in a hushed voice, and they both reached the barrel down into the stream and let the blue liquid fill up the empty barrel.

"This reminds me of my ass that day."

"Jesus fucking Christ Jungkook, I'm right here." Jimin snapped, and Jungkook started laughing, and Taehyung glared at him to shut up.

They waited until the big barrel overflowed with the liquid, and then Taehyung put the lid on it, and they both tit toed out.

Taehyung rushed onto the black sand, and Jungkook jumped down too, and Taehyung reached his hand out. "Let's go." Taehyung said, grabbing Jungkook's hand.

Taehyung squeezed his hand tightly, so Jungkook winced and let out a loud sound of pain, pulling his hand back. "Ow!" Jungkook cried, and then they both heard a rustle.

Both turned around, and saw the white man's eyes open, fully black eyes.

"Fuck." Both boys said.

The man looked enraged, and then banged his fist on the ground beside him, and started shouting in some language.

"Dammit- let's r-" Taehyung started, and then they heard the trees rustling, and a bunch of these aliens started jumping out from the trees, looking angered, all chanting foreign words.

"Fuck!" Jungkook yelled, and they both started running.

"You idiots! Get to the position beside the yellow tree so Hoseok can beam you up!" Jimin snapped, and both kept running really fast.

Taehyung turned and saw at least 20 of these aliens chasing them, and him and Jungkook started yelling in fear, and felt their feet going immensely fast on the black sand, crunching on red leaves and feeling the aliens reach closer.

"Fuck fuck fuck- run faster!" Jungkook shouted, and Taehyung groaned, holding the barrel.

"I'm trying!" Taehyung snapped back, and they started running faster past the trees and forest, hearing the footsteps trampling behind them.

They saw the yellow tree and reached it, but then groaned when they saw more aliens coming from the other side, charging at them while holding spears. Fuck.

"Fucking- fuck! Jimin, hurry up!" Taehyung snapped, and Jungkook looked at him wearily, both stopping, both parties of running aliens catching up.

"I'm trying! It's taking some time!"

"Use your super strength, Tae!" Jungkook said fearfully, and Taehyung looked at him nervously. "I-I can't!"

Jungkook frowned, and then they saw the running people getting closer and closer.

"Jimin!" Taehyung yelled, and both heard Jimin groan in their earpiece. "It's done just 10 seconds-"

The spears started getting thrown at them, and Jungkook and Taehyung started dodging them like crazy. "Faster!" Jungkook snapped, and they could hear the panic in Jimin's voice.

"5.. 4... 3... 2... 1-"

One of the aliens threw a spear right at Jungkook.

And then they got teleported onto the ship.

Both panted heavily, on their hands and knees on the floor of the control room. Taehyung was sweating like mad, and dropped the barrel on the side, wiping his forehead. He turned to the side, and heard a gasp.

Jungkook got a spear stabbed in him.

✫  ✬  ✭  ✬  ✫

https://jeontaeh.tumblr.com/post/647228447446466560/twenty-two%C2%B2%C2%B2

[night-at-the-museum-enthusiast]

“If I could just get you to understand…” “Your eyes are red… Were you crying?” With Jed and Octavius? Maybe a love confession or a fight?

tag list: @mackie-the-newsie-girl​ @ioacth @leoismybookcrush @i-am-curd @dmitri-logan

Dm, send an ask, or ask in a reblog (not a reply) if you want to be tagged

Warnings: Crying, kissing, awkwardness, mentions of homophobia, and some yelling

Ship(s): Jedtavius 

“Your eyes are red...Were you cryin’?” Jedediah asked, jerking Octavius out of his thoughts. The Roman whipped his head up to see his friend looking down at him, his blue eyes filled with concern. His eyes were so blue, Octavius could get lost in them. However, his current predicament stopped the Roman from marveling at his friend’s appearance and he swiftly got to his feet, placing his helmet back on his head and praying to Jupiter that he had stopped crying. 

“Thank you for your concern Jedediah, but I’m fine. Now I assume you were coming to me to speak with me?” Octavius said briskly, trying and failing miserably to flash the cowboy a smile. Jedediah placed his hands on his hips, raising an eyebrow and looking the other miniature up and down as he let out a soft ‘mhm’. 

“Come on, Oc. I may be an idiot, but I ain’t stupid,” Jed said with a scoff. Octavius’ mouth twitched into a soft smile, but his eyes were beginning to well up with tears again. He could never tell Jedediah what was wrong. He would despise him. He would never speak to him again. Frankly, Octavius wouldn’t have blamed him. Men loving other men was practically a part of the Roman culture, but America...being gay was taboo. They were often even hated. Octavius didn’t know much of the history of cowboys, but their moral and ethic code, as he had heard, was apparently deeply homophobic and remained so to this day. Octavius swallowed. 

“I’m sorry, Jedediah. I can’t tell you,” Octavius said softly. He turned to leave but Jed grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to turn back around. Octavius let out a gasp as Jedediah gripped him by the shoulders, his expression strangely angrily. it was frightening, but Octavius felt that Jed’s anger wasn’t directed at him. 

“Now you listen here amigo,” Jedediah began firmly, “I don’t know what’s goin’ on with you but I ain’t gonna tolerate it much longer. I know somethin’s wrong. I promise, whatever it is, you can trust me! I’m you’re best friend!” he continued, his tone going from firm to slightly desperate. Something inside of Octavius snapped and he shoved Jedediah back, making the cowboy squawk in surprise and stumble backwards. 

“Do not make promises you can’t keep, Jedediah!” Octavius snapped. His voice was slowly rising in volume. “This is not something I can just explain and everything will be fine and dandy! You won’t understand! You’ll never be able to understand!” Octavius was shouting now, and his vision was blurred as tears slowly began to fall again. “If I could just get you to understand...” Octavius’ voice broke. He breathed heavily and stared at Jedediah, who was looking back at the other man with an unreadable expression. His face combined with the silence that filled the room made the general’s tiny heart beat rapidly. He’d ruined it, hadn’t he?

“Try me,” Jedediah finally said, softly. “I promise that whatever it is, I’ll do my best t’ understand. You’re my friend. I’m sure whatever it is you have to say won’t change nothin’.” Jedediah was trying to be reassuring, Octavius knew that, but it really wasn’t working. This wasn’t just a small little conflict, or an insecurity, Octavius was risking the lost of his most treasured friendship if he went through with this. His hands shook so he clenched them into fists, trying to calm himself down. It was now or never. 

“I love you, Jedediah,” Octavius said. Immediately, it felt as if a great weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. He let out a shaky breath and blinked a few times before continuing. “I love you. I think I have ever since the Battle of the Smithsonian. Even when we were enemies, I admired you greatly, and now becoming close to you and being your friend has helped me realize what a truly incredible man you are. You’re brave, and an admirable leader, and far more intelligent than you give yourself credit. And of course, you’re quite handsome. That usually plays a factor too,” Octavius mumbled, looking down at the floor and scuffing his shoe against the tile. “I understand if this makes you wish to no longer speak to me. Our cultures are very different, and-” Octavius was cut off as Jedediah grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him forward roughly and pressing their lips together. Octavius stiffened in surprise, but he soon melted into the kiss, grabbing onto Jedediah’s shoulder and arm to steady himself as he returned the kiss. 

“Sometimes I wonder how someone has clever as you can be so stupid,” Jedediah murmured once he pulled away from the kiss, an amused smile on his face. Octavius was still flushed red and Jedediah chuckled. “You Romans may have practically invented homosexuality, but the American cowboys gave ya’ll a run for your money.” Octavius’ mouth fell open in surprise.

“But-”

“But nothin’. Yeah, America was full o’ ragin’ homophobes, and there were laws and things that made it illegal, but the cowboys didn’t really care too much. I know I don’t,” Jedediah said. His eyes were soft as he cupped Octavius’ cheek, studying the Roman’s face as if it were the last time he would ever see it. “I guess I’m try’na say I love you too. You’re also brave, and handsome, but I guess what I love most about you is how big your heart is. You act all tough but you’re a big softie underneath. At least with me.” Octavius’ face turned an even brighter shade of red and he ducked his head shyly, but the cowboy gently cupped his face and brought his gaze back up. “No hidin’,” Jedediah said, winking at Octavius before kissing him again. 

“No hiding,” Octavius promised softly when they pulled away again. Jedediah took his hand and the two walked back to the diorama’s together, hand in hand, their hearts so light they felt as if they could fly.