#he’s got the perc panic

[mrslatifi]

when u get so high u start getting scared

[snexy-the-snail]

Beach Snacks

Percy found that he ended up on the beach more often than not. More so when Annabeth wasn’t at camp. He sighs heavily as he shifts on the sands, wincing as the chill of the night settled into his skin. Cold sand sucked. It always seemed to suck the life out of your and...and slow things down- Percy sat up quickly, bile creeping up his throat at the rapid memories shoving to the front. He was fine, he didn’t need to focus on golden sand, the cold calculating feeling of eyes staring at him- 

“Hey Perc-” He swung his sword out of reflex, on his feet in seconds. He looked around wildly for the source of the voice, his sword point lowering when he spotted the supposed attacker. “Woah, easy there squirt.”  

“Hermes?”  

“In the flesh.” Hermes chuckles, lowering his hands. The mortal form he had taken was still of a mail man, well sorta, the jumpsuit always through Percy off. His heart slowly stopped racing as he stood there in silence before capping his sword. “What brings you here? Don’t you have packages to deliver?” he asks, pocketing his sword. The lack of light made it a bit hard to see the expression the god wore, but his body language conveyed a deep-seated exhaustion. The god’s shoulders slumping inwards a bit. 

“I could ask the same of you, aren’t you supposed to be asleep squirt?” Hermes prompts, not answering the question. Despite being the god of lies Percy often found that he was the most honest of the Gods simply by not straight up answering anything. The nickname, however, made him snort, crossing his arms. 

He had grown a bit, more so from the summer Hermes had approached with gifts and oh so subtly prompted them to give it a go. He was a good head taller than this mortal form the god had taken as well. “I don’t think the nickname fits anymore, I’m a bit taller than last time.” He points out avoiding the question asked to him. In the limited light he could see Hermes' lips quirk upwards, leaning forward a bit. It was an action that promised mischievousness to follow and yet it didn’t make Percy’s stomach churn. 

“You forget dear little cousin, that I can change that in seconds.” Came the sing song reply, Percy mentally bracing himself as the gods form grew rapidly. Soon a kneeling giant. He felt absolute tiny in comparison, a feeling he hadn’t had since his first meeting of the gods. The memory prickling the back of his head as he puts his hands on his hips. “Mmhm, wow, so scary.” He mocks, smiling at himself. 

Hermes' laugh fills the night air with a warmth, not the type of Percy would have liked but it was good enough. “You’re a riot Percy.” the god muses, fingers curling around his body as he was lifted up. The feeling always made his stomach flip, like the few times it had happened before. He rolls his eyes, resting his hands on the massive digits encircling his waist. “Yeah yeah, I’m hilarious. You going to put me down or just going to chuck me halfway across the world?” He muses.  

He wasn’t sure what was happening. Sure, Hermes would briefly visit, but it was always for his children, sometimes him, and occasionally to annoy Mr. D. He looks up at the gods face now, taking in the features now that they were massive and easier to see. Hermes seemed...tired. Not in need of some rest sense, just exhausted to the bone. He had seen his dad gazing at him like that a few times before. The comment still got a wayward smile out of the god, so he counted it as a win.  

“I just came...to see how you’re doing.” The fingers briefly tighten around his waist. “You took up a heavy mantel, two prophecies all within a brief span of each other.”  

“Exhausted.” Percy answers honestly, swinging his legs as they dangle. Open air should terrify him, the sensation of falling causing his breathing to hitch slightly at the memory. But just as quickly as the panic came, he was cupped against the god's chest, both hands protectively pressing into him. “Ah...Hermes?” He prompts after a second. This action he could see from his dad, Triton now too, but the trickster god?  

“You cry out a lot in your sleep now.”  

The silence around them didn’t seem too comfortable now. Percy swallowing thickly and casting his gaze aside. How would Hermes know? He was pretty sure his own father hadn’t noticed yet. “My kids are worried, you’re a great teacher to them and kept them alive. They pray for you all the time, how tired you are, how you rarely truly smile. Travis says you lie more often than not, and Conner swears that you rarely sleep.”  

Damn. Percy really hadn’t realized how...bad he probably other seemed to the other campers. No one really approached him about the topic, the older campers treated him the same and the youngers would stare at him in awe. Chiron wouldn’t say anything and Mr. more times than not would just give him a nod and raise his Diet Dr.Pepper at him. “Well...they could all be lies; I mean they are your kids.” He tries, ignoring the annoyed fond look in the Gods eyes.  

“Tell lies to me? Hmm, so my whole cabin is saying that Percy Jackson screams at night and more often we find him at the beach than in bed?” Hermes asks. While there was amusement the concern bled through. “They could be exaggerating.” Percy points out, pausing when has pulled away from the gods chest and up. 

He frowns, his face scrunching as he got used to the chill of the air brushing past him. “Then why aren’t you in bed?”  

“Maybe I took a good nap.” He shoots back shivering when he’s lifted up higher, more above the god’s face. He jolts when warmth rushes past him. Was...Hermes seriously going to... No, he wouldn't. 

“Then why do you look so tired?” The warmth encircled him, the moonlight peaking from behind the clouds finally giving some light. Percy’s heart dips when he sees his legs completely engulfed in the gods mouth, saliva soaking through his shark pj pants quickly after. “H-hey! Gross-” He hisses out, trying to yank his legs up, surprised when a rolling pressure simply tugged him down, followed by a ‘glking’ noise. His heart skips a beat, grasping onto the fingers around him. “Hermes! Put me down- seriously this is- stop!” He snaps, yelping when another gulp tugged his body down further into the god’s gullet. He couldn’t even squirm, the pressures of the muscles keeping him firmly in place. His hands move from the gods' fingers to his lips, pressing firmly against eh flesh, trying to kick up and out of the tight space. It was unsuccessful in the worst ways possible, another swallow forcing his arms above him, as he was sucked deeper inside.  

“Hermes!” he hisses out wriggling the best he could in the tight space, the fleshy tongue shielding the back of his head from the god’s teeth. He scowls as the gravity shifts, the feeling of falling accompanying the next few swallows. The slick flesh pressed into him, forcing him further into the core of the God. Soon his feet press against the tight entrance, and he slips in with no issue. The space was different than his dad’s and Triton’s for that matter too. Hermes stomach was dark, and breezy in a sense. The muscle was softer, more like pillows than anything in comparison. It didn’t move much either, if anything the muscle held him in place, the flesh rippling over him like it was surprised.  

“You’re pretty salty squirt.” Hermes replied, echoing all around him, and almost tinkling like wind chimes. “Ew don’t even talk about what I taste like.” Percy grumbles, trying to shift positions, grimacing when the muscle held him in place. “Why not? My kids find it thrilling, they have a chart of who tastes like what.”  

“That is literally so weird.” Percy says rolling his eyes, hating how heavy they felt now. It was something he had discovered recently with Triton. Apparently the closer to divine energy he was, the less his nightmares would affect him. Guess that spread to other gods as well. Hermes laugh shakes the space he’s in, an outside pressure squishing against him, most likely Hermes’ hand.  

He shoves back against it, letting a breath out. It was awful how tired he got even after a little bit of time. “I can’t believe you stole me.” He continues crossing his arms. He could practically see Hermes smug look, another chuckle coming from the god. There was a small lurch, the god no doubt on the move again and yet..he didn’t feel the usual rocking movement that would accompany a god moving. Huh... Maybe it was just a sea thing. “I am the god of thieves my dear little cousin.” came the response. 

“I am so telling my dad.” Percy mumbles, a yawn nearly cutting him off. He scowls again, his eyes nearly shutting. The breezy feeling of the stomach was different than he was used to. In the sea family’s stomach..well at least Triton and his dad’s it was almost heavy inside, like being in a pool and breathing water. He stretches a bit, the small movement accompanied by the muscles firmly cradling him back in place. “Seems like you’re a bit tired for that now, aren’t you?”  

“This is totally cheating.” Percy shoots back, his eyes fluttering shut, the familiar noises slowly soothing him to rest. He hated sleeping now adays, but it didn’t seem so bad within a god. “Like putting a baby down for a nap.” Hermes teases, a pressure that had to be the god patting his middle coming and going.  

Percy scowls, trying to fight the pull to sleep, eventually losing the battle. 

Hermes sighs when he hears Percy’s breathing evening out, deeper breaths indicating the boy had finally fallen asleep. “Sleep well kiddo, we all know you need it.” He murmurs, a hand resting over his middle. Everyone in the sea palace was terrible gossip, and Poseidon was still rebuilding meaning he was constantly traveling to the deep blue sea. It wasn’t hard to get information that the little prince only slept within a god, and given how fiercely protective Triton had gotten made him connect the dot.  

“Uncle P is totally going to kill me if this gets out, so maybe let's keep this between me and you.” He muses, before pulling out his phone, George and Martha pulling up the various deliveries he would need to make that night. The steady snore from Percy becoming wonderful background noise as the night carried on.  

[p0ssywhippedcream]

hey ophe! could you pls write a percabeth angst thing like they've started hanging out alone and you're feeling pushed out (maybe annie doesn't like the reader a lot) thanks!

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"Hey Perce! Your mom let me in, I hope you don't min-"

Of course. Of course Annabeth is here, in his room, on his bed. They're close too, much too close, you can see where their legs are wrapped together like serpants under the blanket. Percy closes his laptop, a look of panic flashes before he's tugging away from her, but not far enough; her feet are still on his calves.

"Y/n." Annabeth is eyeing you, cold and calculated.

"Annabeth, what are you doing here?" You try to keep your tone friendly but the wind is taken out of your sails and it comes out more of a rasp.

"Percy and I were watching a movie, what are you doing here?"

You make eye contact with Percy now. He's looking embarrassed and his hands are fidgeting but there's no sign he's going to back you up, of course.

"It's our one year, we're supposed to get dinner."

She nods and looks at him and he instantly breaks your staring contest to look back at her. It looks a little like a silent argument, just a few seconds of eyebrow twitches and head tilts and Percy's turning back to you. "Can we reschedule?"

You got your nails done, hair curled, makeup perfectly symmetrical and legs coated in a thin sheen on lotion. You've been waiting for this date for months, planning it for months.

You take a deep breath, turning to Annabeth with a renewed fire. Fuck this, fuck her, fuck their stupid friendship. "Can I speak to my boyfriend alone?"

Annabeth opens her mouth, probably to debate you but Percy's shaking his head and she's sighing, pulling her legs off of him and retreating to the living room. She leaves the door open, you can hear her and Sally excitedly chatting before you shut it.

"Percy-" You start.

"Y/n, it's not like that!" He's already defending himself and you have to count to five before you let yourself try again.

"I don't care. It's our anniversary, we've been planning this for months."

"I know," He's finally scrambling up, he can sense a fight brewing and he's grabbing your upper arms to calm you. "But Annabeth's been really struggling lately, with her dad and her stepmom. She needs me, I can't just bail on her!"

"Percy," You swat his arms off, "You've been bailing on me for her for much longer than her dad's been, what, yelling at her a little? You never explain what her problem even is! You just ask me to understand when you drop plans and disappear!"

"Well, that's personal, Y/n. I can't just share her private life!"

You're really boiling now. "You told her about my family. You told her and she went and mentioned it in front of a bunch of people! You trust her more than you trust me and clearly, you care about her a lot more too!"

"Y/n, don't be so dramatic. She was concerned about you!"

You scoff, he tries to touch you again and you barely hold yourself back from Zeus-smacking his infuriatingly relaxed face. "The only shit she could give about me is whether I'm spending more time with you than her. I don't know if you're dumber than I thought you were or what but her hatred for me is pretty fucking obvious."

His face drops a little but not enough, he's not hurting the way you are. He will. "You're being mean, Y/n. You need to stop, you're treating her unfairly."

You nearly growl at him. "Unfair is some girl cuddling with my boyfriend on our anniversary. You know what? Fuck you, Percy. I'm sick of being a thirdwheel in my own relationship and I'm sick of you giving her hall passes for shit you'd ignore me over."

You push past him, he trails behind you with confused and now finally desperate eyes. "Wait, what-"

You find your purse by the floor, glad you left your shoes on. Annabeth and Sally are watching from the kitchen with varying degrees of curiosity and wonder. You're about to open the door when he grabs your arm again, pulling you back a little.

"Y/n, wait. We can still go to dinner, I'm not mad."

You seriously want to hit some sense into your boyfriend. "Well I am, Percy. And I never want to go to dinner with you again, not if you're going to kiss her ass the whole meal." Sally's eyes widen and Annabeth's become slanted. She's angry, good.

You look back at him, he's scared. Maybe he finally understands that not everybody is loyal to death for people who don't deserve it. And then you're leaving, marching out to the parking lot with stuffed-up tears following your wake.

Percy turns back to his mom and his best friend with a fear he's almost forgotten eating at him again.

Annabeth walks towards him, wrapping him in a brief, warm hug. Then she pulls away and opens the door, gesturing him to go after you. Percy is really confused now, you were right that she'd never liked you very much but he didn't want to believe it was as intense as you'd said.

"She may not deserve you, but I definitely don't either, and she's the one you want." Percy nods and takes off after your steps, finding a parking lot void of your car and a devastation within he's never met before.

[newnlovesjennie]

one piece high school au--do they do drugs? headcanons!

warning! when i say “drugs”, i mean vapes, cigarettes, weed, and alcohol, not shit like c0ke or m3th. this is not euphoria high school. enjoy!

luffy:

doesn’t like nicotin

likes drinking when its with zoro 

is a extreme heavyweight so nobodies seen him drunk

actually likes weed. not enough to like smoke it every day or anything but will join the rotations

nami:

doesn’t like nicotine (thinks it makes her breath stink) (true)

occasionally does weed (idk she gives the vibes that she’s someone that gets anxious from weed) (valid)

doesn’t like drinking at parties (afraid of getting laced) (also valid)

i feel like people dub nami to be a party animal but she kinda pegs me as someone that doesn’t like the negative affects all that stuff has on her body and goes to parties but doesn’t do any substances

usopp:

works with nami to sell the freshman smarties in a ziplock and tell them that they’re percs 

got high once, had a panic attack and threw up, blacklisted from the rotations now

brags how much of a party monster he is but will be at a function in the corner looking at the weather app for 30 minutes

never tried cigarettes (scared of lung cancer) (valid)

acts like an absolute FOOL when drunk

also a lightweight

sanji:

THEE nicotine fiend

i know many people hc him to be a vape fiend that blows strawberry ice smoke everywhere but i feel like he’d be one of those nicotine purists that strictly smokes cigarettes

“vapes are CRINGE!” “sanji you literally smoke cigarettes” “its DIFFERENT!”

alls fun and games till he has to go 8 hours every day without a smoke break while all the other nic fiends get to go to the bathroom and vape

if he’s turbo stressed he’ll have no choice but to join them

its a love hate relationship

likes good quality wine, but not getting drunk for the sake of getting drunk

doesn’t like weed

zoro:

THEEE alcoholic

it kinda freaks everyone out who thinks he’s this super disciplined mature stoic guy until they see him at a party drinking a whole bottle of four loko in one go

isn’t that much of a fiend to come to school drunk, but is def the friend to text “wanna get drunk on a tuesday afternoon?”

hates nicotine 

gets high on occasion but doesn’t really like it

[othernicknameisgaslighter]

The Clay Girl - Throne of Gold

(Cross posted on Wattpad and AO3)

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“I haven't seen a lot of horror movies, but this seems like exactly the kind of place they'd suggest to avoid,” Percy said as he saw the flickering sign of Water Land.

“Yeah… I’d say the same thing.” Odyssa muttered as they entered the haunted-looking water park, “Do you think monsters would be here? Y’know, considering that Ares left his shield here?”

“I dunno, I was gonna ask you that.” Percy shrugged, “What horror movie reminds you of this?”

“I dunno, something like Dark Ride, right?” Odyssa suggested.

“Dark Ride? Hm, never seen it.” Percy said and Odyssa nodded.

“Honestly, I kind of wish I never saw it in the first place.” She admitted, “But maybe after all of this is over and we’re alive, we could watch it together.”

“Like… The two of us?” Percy asked and Odyssa scrunched her face.

“No, the four of us, Perce.” Odyssa said, “Annabeth’s never seen a movie and Grover doesn’t like scary stuff so maybe we could watch something a bit less… Horror-like?”

“Sounds good to me.” Percy smiled as he pushed through the gate. Odyssa frowned before Percy got locked in and the sound of metal grinding echoed through the silence. “Um… Dessa?”

“That’s Celestial bronze?” Odyssa scrutinized the killing machine.

“Oh, fascinating. Dessa, what is happening right now!?” Percy started to panic.

“Don’t panic! It’ll only make things worse.” Odyssa said, “Celestial bronze is what your sword is made of. If you're a human, it won’t do anything. If you're a monster or a demigod…” Odyssa let Percy figure out the rest as his eyes widened.

“Well, what's it doing there?” He asked and Odyssa shrugged.

“I dunno but… This is not just some amusement park.” She thought out loud, “A god built this place…”

“What god builds a place like this?”

“Hephaestus.” She said.

“Why would Hephaestus build an amusement park?”

“I dunno, but considering Ares' shield is here, I’m assuming it’s for Ares,” Odyssa said as she scrutinized it.

“Okay, that’s great! Cool, cool, cool. Now how do I get out of here?” Percy asked.

Odyssa stayed silent as she watched the gears turn. “I think Hephaestus should try doing some haunted houses. He’d get a lot of money for that.” She said and Percy shook his head. “Okay, Percy, just push through it.”

“What?!”

“Push!” She encouraged him. Percy hesitated before looking back at Odyssa.

“Wasn’t Annabeth the one this morning who was all, ‘The Fates say one of us is gonna die and we should take it really seriously?’”

“Percy just push it!” She said and Percy sighed. He turned back to the gate before pushing it and entering the park. A sign above clicks and the 000 turns to 001.

Odyssa entered the park as well and the 001 turned to 002. “The machine isn't designed to hurt us. It's meant to scare us.” She explained, “Hephaestus wanted to know any time one of us came around his park. And… I guess now he knows.”

The duo walked through the park, lights flickered and a few sparks flew. “Hey, Dessa? I think that I’ll take you up on that offer for a horror movie night.” Percy said, “We could probably watch it after this whole quest thing.”

“Totally. I’ll make sure to ask for extra snacks from the kitchen.” Odyssa said and Percy chuckled softly, still slightly weary about the creepiness of Hephaestus’s amusement park.

“This is… Very well built. Annabeth would be impressed if she were here.” Odyssa smiled as she saw the broken-down amusement park rides. “Guess Hephaestus really was the god of craftsmen.”

“If it belongs to the god of craftsmen, what was the god of war doing here? Aren't they enemies?” Percy asked as they walked past the flickering lights of the Ferris wheel. “Then why'd he split without his shield?”

“Well, if Ares was here then… Aphrodite would be here too.” Odyssa frowned.

“You don’t seem to be happy about Aphrodite being here,” Percy said and Odyssa shrugged.

“I dunno, Artemis and Aphrodite never really got along, y’know?” Odyssa shrugged, “One thing Ares was telling the truth about is that this family is a mess…”

Suddenly, a flicker of lights blasted on it that read ‘Thrill Ride Of Love’. Odyssa frowned. Percy swallowed and looked at Odyssa, who seemed to scrutinize the boat. 

“I think the shield might be in there. It’s gotta be where Aphrodite and Ares got caught considering they were on a date and all that.” She said and Percy nodded with a tense smile.

“Yeah, sure, scary ghost ride into the unknown sounds great,” Percy said sarcastically.

“Calm down, Perce. It’s not like we’ll be stuck in there forever.” Odyssa held out her hand, “Are you coming or am I gonna have to hold your hand?” She smirked and Percy rolled his eyes with a slight smile before the two of them entered the boat.

As the boat waded in the water, the lights flickered softly before a loud pop song played, “♪ What is love? Baby, don't hurt me… ♪”

Odyssa couldn’t keep her composure and chuckled at the song, “Why do I feel like I’ve heard this before…” She muttered and Percy nodded.

“Probably from an orthodontist's office maybe?” Percy suggested and Odyssa nodded.

“This sounds like the kinda stuff they’d play.”

“♪ What is love? Yeah ♪”

“♪ Ooh, ooh I don't know… ♪”

A light show was then showcased on the wall. Holograms and figures danced across the tunnel as Odyssa watched in confusion. “Wait, I know this.” Percy realized, “It's Hephaestus's story…”

“Yeah, I figured that much…” Odyssa muttered, “Why did he create a Tunnel of Love if he wasn’t loved?”

“Rejected by Hera. Rejected by Aphrodite.” Percy turned to look at Odyssa, “My mom told me these stories all the time. I remember this. She said…” His voice trailed off and Odyssa frowned.

“What’d she say?”

“She said this is what the gods are like to each other. This is the kind of family they are.” Percy said.

“Why didn’t you say that then?”

“She was trying to keep me away from you guys.” Percy swallowed, “Maybe Annabeth was right. Maybe she should have been preparing me better.”

“Maybe she was preparing you so that you could be different from us,” Odyssa said and Percy nodded, though he wasn’t convinced. 

Suddenly, the machine powered down and the music came to a stop. Odyssa and Percy looked at each other in confusion before being lurched forward by the boat, which led them down a steep watery hill.

“YOU CAN BREATHE UNDERWATER, RIGHT?!” Odyssa yelled through the chaos as she was swung to the side and squished against Percy.

“I THINK SO!”

“YOU THINK SO?!” Odyssa screamed, latching into Percy’s hand as they flew down another level of water.

The boat came to a sudden stop as it floated as smoothly as it once was. Odyssa looked around, eyes widened and heart racing. “Are we underground? I feel like my ears popped a bit.” She panted.

“Yeah, I think we’re underground… You okay?” Percy asks after he catches his breath.

Odyssa let go of Percy’s hand, much to his dismay. “Yeah.” He’s about to say something to fill the awkward silence when your eyes widen. “There’s the shield!”

Percy turned to look at the golden statue in the center of the room, the shield between its hands. The boat doesn’t stop, though. He looks at Odyssa and then back at the statue. “We’re gonna have to jump,” He said, and she grimaced. The artificial waves were rocking the boat harder and harder.

“On three?” Odyssa asked.

Percy smiles in a way that he hopes is reassuring. “On three.”

“One… Two-!” Before Odyssa can say three, the boat lurches and they both topple over the edge.

As soon as the water closes over her head, she’s struggling and kicking. Somewhere in the haze, Odyssa could see Percy and reached out. All of a sudden, he disappears in a whirl of water.

Fuck.

Suddenly, something solid rushes to meet her, and Odyssa can’t stop coughing. Which was good, that meant she was breathing.

“Hey, hey! Are you okay?” Percy asked and Odyssa coughed, leaning over before breathing in the sweet release of air.

“I’m fine.” She said, stumbling as she stood up and wiped her wet hair out of her face.

Percy squinted at the chair. “This is Hephestasus’ park, right?” Odyssa nodded. “I think this is Hera’s throne…”

“She sat in it and couldn’t get up,” Odyssa remembered the story vaguely, “This seems to be a machine of it.”

“It was a trade,” Percy continues. “Aphrodite’s hand in marriage for Hera. The shield for…”

“I’ll do it.”

He caught her arm as Odyssa started to walk forward. “Wait a minute!”

“Whoever goes in there isn’t coming back,” Odyssa explained with a frown,

“I know, that’s why I said wait!”

Odyssa pulled her arm away from Percy, “You need to stay alive, Percy. You’re important!” Odyssa defended.

“And you’re not?!”

Odyssa swallowed, “It’s like Annabeth said, ‘Too selfless for my own good’. People need you, Percy!”

He opened his mouth, then shut it again. I need you, he wanted to say. But, of course, he didn’t. He couldn’t.

“The gods chose you, Percy. This is your quest.” Odyssa smiled, “I’m perfectly fine with-”

“Well, I’m not!” He protested, though he knew he couldn't beat her. She’d burn the world to protect the people she cared about. “Annabeth needs you, Grover needs you! Luke’s still back there waiting for you to come back too!”

“Zontanós,” Odyssa said, and this time her dagger was facing Percy. “It’s supposed to be like this. The Oracle said you’d live, and the Fates said one of us would die.”

Odyssa blinked back her tears, she couldn’t cry. Not in front of him during this moment. Not in front of anyone. Percy uncapped his sword as he pointed it at her.

With a powerful swing, he brought the sword down in a heavy arc, aiming for a decisive blow. The dagger fighter sidestepped with ease, slipping out of the sword’s path just as the blade clattered to the floor.

“You’re not gonna win this fight, Percy.” Odyssa’s voice trembled along with her hands as she held the dagger to Percy’s face.

Percy walked up to her slowly before pulling her into a hug. “I can’t let you go,” Percy said and Odyssa dropped her dagger to the ground as Percy held onto her.

“It’ll be okay, maybe you could swing by and ask my mom if she could let me out.” Odyssa said quietly, “It’ll be alright…”

Percy’s hands shook as he eventually let Odyssa go, although his whole soul told him not to, he did. There was no changing her mind. Odyssa walked over to the chair, heart pounding in her chest.

“Tell Grover that he’s still a good friend. And tell Annabeth that I love her.” Odyssa smiled, eyes welling up as her voice cracked and she sat down in the chair. “Tell Chiron that I won’t be able to finish my chores in the kitchen and tell Luke that we won’t be having that archery re-match anytime soon.”

“I’ll get Annabeth… She’ll know how to reverse it…” Percy said, his voice dying as golden tendrils coiled around Odyssa’s arms and wrapped around her feet.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t be friends for long, Percy.” Odyssa smiled bittersweetly, tears finally falling. “I was looking forward to it, y’know?”

“This is a bad idea,” Percy said, “Stand up.”

“I can’t,” Odyssa said. She’s already accepted her fate. “I’m afraid that I’ll feel like clay again… Inanimate and alone, but I know I-I'm not alone. I’m human. I’ve got you, I’ve got friends. I’ve had a good run…”

“I… You can’t go.” Percy said, choking on his words as tears threatened to pour.

“But I am, and I will.” She said. Whatever was seeping onto her face was warm and brittle. “Goodbye, Percy. And good luck.”

Percy watched as Odyssa turned into gold, her face contorted into a permanent smile staring back at him. If he could picture it, her crying face was engraved into his mind.

“I’m not leaving you.” He placed his hand on hers. ‘It’s a machine… So I might be able to break it…’

[uglypastels]

Ok ok gotta quickly talk about my fav bits from these 2 episodes

SPOILERS

LOOK, I DIDN'T WANT TO BE A HALFBLOOOOOD

Percy and Grover giving each other the ham/cheese from their sandwiches

The mrs Dodds gaslighting. Idk why i needed this to be included (more on this later)

Gabe. Why was Gabe so fucking funny in this 😭😭 like man is just a loser.

"Do you know why we come to this cabin every year" "because its next to the septic tanks' so its cheap" stop he's so unserious 😭

"Please" and the entirety of Sally talking to Gabe

I'm sure it will all get so much worse, but just the quips that were written and the pacing through the conversation of all 3 of them was really well written

Percy thinking that Sally was an atheist until she saw Jesus in her living room. (To paraphrase it)

"The important thing is not to panic" while being on the verge of a breakdown

"YOU DIDNT TELL HIM ABOUT X"

Sally making Grover swear to protect perce😭😭

YOU DROOL IN YOUR SLEEP

Basically, any time there was book accurate dialogue. It healed parts of me that I didn't even know were broken.

Mr D. I'm obsessed. The whole interaction between him and Percy. And then Mr D and Chiron 💖💖💖 (the poker later on. I love it)

The cabins and entire vibe of the camp. It feels so real i wanna go there so bad.

I could basically just list every single scene of this episode.

Luke 💖 that's it.

Mr D and Chiron forbidding Grover to tell Percy about his mom. So we got the Gaslight, now we jave Gatekeep. Where's the girlboss? Literally every other second.

Annabeth!! Annabeth's hat!! The hattttttt

"I'm fine thanks, but i appreciate you, you know, standing there silently" he's so fucking funny and it makes me want to scream. It's no original experience to have loved these books since the age of 12, but it doesnt make it any less personal. I love percy ok. And anyway not annabeth then still just standing there like 😐🤨

"When it's time, he'll be ready. I know it".... bro 😭😭

Clarisse's feral behaviour. I love her (i'll be dropping the L-bomb more and more as the show will go on. Let me be)

The bathroom scene. Obviously (i didnt even mention the episode titles yet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

🔥? "I wouldn't"

Aaand cut to percy nearly setting the heph cabin on fire

"Is there a god of disppointment" "oizyz, but sje's a goddess, and her thing isnt really disappointment. It's more like failure" pls who is this kid. Fav character lol (idk maybe i should know who he is and im just stupid)

And then the look Luke gives him i'm crying

Oh my god how did not mention the blue food yet 😭😭😭😭🩵🩵🩵🩵

Percy PRAYING to Sally. And then "i'm Sally Jackson's son" aaaaaaaaaaaaah

Also, idk why but i loved Clarisse's reaction to when her spear broke. It felt so raw and it showed a glimpse of the side of her that she's clearly hiding from the world (not me already getting hyped for sea of monsters lmao)

Theres probably so much more i could add, or perhaps i should have just dropped a link to the episodes as it was all just so perfect.

Ohh oh oh i almost forgot the camp beads!!! Eeeek. So cute.

(Would have loved to have seen the grannies knitting socks of death, and the strawberry fields 🫢 but minor details)

[jacelandon]

May DWC Day 6 - Confidence

Referencing Vixannya's latest gallery!

He watched with interest the myriad of reactions the guests presented as they gazed upon the focal portrait in Vixannya Ana’diel’s gallery. Some were immediately startled by what they saw and almost seemed to display the beginnings of a panic attack prior to realizing where they were. Others appeared almost happy as little smirks spread over their lips before being hidden behind a hand. All the while, his music soared throughout the space, with the purpose of amplifying whatever emotions were individually felt. Annya had clearly known what she was doing when she hired him to play here, expressing that what she was seeking was to make her guests feel deeply. He was confident that he had accomplished such given the horrified gasps, tears, and occasional laughter he witnessed.

He was paid very handsomely to play for only a couple hours before being turned loose into the afterparty. Having traveled the world and seeing all sorts of magnificent natural and manmade structures, he had to admit that this event immediately went towards the top of his list of breathtaking things he’s seen in person. He stopped in his tracks and stared in awe at the Tree of Life, having to remind himself internally that they were still in Dalaran.

“Like what you see?” The feminine voice chimed in behind him as fingertips brushed along his shoulder, Vixannya herself stepping up beside him.

They had met on his much less bougie turf previously at the Darkmoon Faire, but being here in this fancy space and rubbing elbows with the rich and famous was on a whole new level he was not accustomed to, and he felt himself almost flustered in her presence. Blue eyes immediately settled on her as he smirked, “Beautiful.” He still had his charms.

She gave an amused hum, “Go enjoy yourself, you’ve earned it. Perhaps I’ll see you later, in the tunnels.” And with that she was whisked away.

He had no idea where or what these ‘tunnels’ were, but he was absolutely going to find out at some point. The schoolboy crush was real and he felt a bit silly for it, but Annya’s darker nature spoke to him on a deep level. For now, it was time to explore! Each different area left him more and more gobsmacked; the magic that went into illusions like these were accomplished only by the most gifted, and everything, magic or not, seemed to flow with ease.

A few familiar faces were spotted here and there, but he was less interested in socializing and more so in exploring. He did spend a longer time admiring Ryland perform within the underwater fantasy, but eventually continued his tour. He ate well, drank top shelf liquor, indulged in various dusts and pills, danced, flirted, relaxed, found a dark corner here and there with a new friend, and overall had probably one of the best and most memorable nights of his life.

It was around the witching hour when he found himself wandering the tunnels beneath the Tree of Life, a little drunk, a little high, and feeling quite euphoric overall when he heard that familiar voice, “You found me.” Eyes darted around, wondering if for a moment he had just hallucinated the voice before Vixannya stepped out from a small crack hidden in the winding caverns. Technically he didn’t find her, he was just a little lost and got lucky. “Come join?”

“Absolutely.” Following her back through the small crack, it opened into a larger space with a bar lit only by hanging, colorful lanterns. Cushioned seating areas were tucked back into various nooks and crannies, making the whole place seem rather cozy. Ryland was there, among a few other faces he didn’t recognize. They were all in various states of undress, mostly for comfort, possibly for other activities, and he was happy to add to the pile of suit jackets off to the side. Taking a seat among the others, he deeply inhaled whatever incense was being burned and dropped his head back against the cushion, grinning to himself.

Soon enough he found Vixannya perched atop his lap, long cigarette holder in hand as purple smoke curled upwards from between her lips, offering him a drag which he greedily accepted. “Welcome to the real afterparty, darling.”

The most memorable night of his life indeed.

@vixannya @rylandfalkov @serazhen (is probably there too!) @daily-writing-challenge

[ur-gurly-ava]

PJO DISNEY PLUS SEREIS!!!

so im watching the brand new PJO trailer and my first thought was

HOLY FUCK ITS RIPTIDE BY VANCE JOY and so as I'm watching it and then, I look at Perce's writing and its like OMG THATS MY WRITING I HAVE ADHD AND DYSLEXIA ITS ACTUALY ACCURATE TO WHAT A PERSON WITH ADHD AND DYSLExIAS HANDWRITING WOULD LOOK LIKE

and now, I'm at the part where he's seeing Grover without his full pants on and he says "So the important thing is not to panic" and I FELT THAT ON A SPIRITUAL LEVEL

(sorry for all caps but I got my point across <3)

[ajentmm]

May '24 Refine Review

So Byleth still has the Spd check NFU, but that support range! Wow. And he when with a flat Atk/Spd+5 and Null Atk/Spd penalties as bonus effect to make the Spd check work. He didn't get the Special Jump to counter Scowl, but got Tempo instead, so he could trigger it on the follow-up if it is lowered. He just needs to live the counterattack using the 30% DR.

Sigurd didn't get any counter to Guard or NFU, or Quicken Pulse, meaning he needs support to trigger his support in high pvp game modes (like someone who grants Time Pulse to allies) Aside from that, he might survive the counterattack with double 40% DR, so long as the tank doesn't have DR percing. Giving him [Canto (Rem+1)] and Lull Atk/Def atleast keep his B slot open for a Flow skills, and the Clash Stats and 7 Hp heal after combat makes him a more reliable combat unit. I guess FEH rather make him a frontline initiator instead of just of giving everyone +1 mov. We do have teatime Sigurd for a more supportive role.

I imagined Summer Mia to be the best resonate battle unit by canceling the obstruct the enemy units to kill the thieves. Instead, they help the team nuke those foe's by giving Time Pulse to themselves and allies . . . Hey wait a minute! That's what Sigurd needed. Mia also have Null Guard like Byleth, incase the pre-charged Special is lowered, it's triggered on the follow-up. Additionally, with her and the above, they have Brave weapon exceptions.

Kris's Lance of Shadow is no where as gimmicky as I pictured it. What she did get was the 40% DR w/ Brave exception, I am glad I called 1 thing. Outside of my prediction, she got Tempo, Spd TD, and 7 Hp healing per hit. She pretty much another mixed phase dodge infantry unit. But will male Kris be the same?

I predicted Say'ri would be a Vantage tank with DR percing. I wish. She got another 40% DR w/ Brave exception but it also has a flat 7 reduce damage, which is really nice. But then it's just Breath and 7 HP healing.

I have to give it to them. Fallen Lyon is something else. I just made him a normal enemy phase tome that draws attention to ranged Blue and Colorless foes, and kills them with a Iceberg or whatever. But IS leaned into the Raven tome effect and gave him Triangle Adapt (kind of). He inflict the Triangle Adapt status on foes while giving himself Cancel Affinity, so he get 40% Atk and inflict 40% Atk on Blue and Colorless foes, and make battles with Red foes neutralized like he was fighting Green foes. While the colorless advantage only works in enemy phase agenst ranged foes, letting him get double weapon advantage against colorless dragons and beasts makes him a great counter to meta tanks. He also have a guaranteed follow-up and Guard.

So . . . Petrine is a branded. I did not know that. . . . Anyway, she has counter roar 3 now, and still targets the foe's Res. She also got full NFU and in-combat Panic. At least I called the solo condition.

That's all. Btw who skied about another Lumera? . . . Anyone?

[kohaive]

their expression when he fell is scarred into his memory.

percy stopped a gang fight, but he pays the price for it. it's real bad this time. there's a huge gash on his back where he can't reach, another in his chest, superficial ones on his limbs. he's a bleeding mess by the time he stumbles back to the house on the edge of town, leaves a blood trail as he crawls into the window and limps to the bathroom. he's tired, he's in so much pain he can barely think, the sun is just starting to rise and he doesn't quite register rhodes is going to wake up soon. all he can think about is stopping the bleeding.

but this time, it's too much. his mind shuts down before he can get anything done. he barely pulls out the bandages before sinking onto the floor. everything goes dark. he hates the dark now. hopefully when he wakes up it won't be in the afterlife, or wherever he's going after this. he doesn't anticipate he'll be going anywhere nice considering his track record of destruction.

when consciousness finally takes hold, there's something touching him, probing his wounds, wiping it clean with soft wetness. he stirs, and the movement's noticed. a rumbled "y'awake there?" overhead. he squints.

he sees the face that dropped him into narrative contradiction overhead, jagged and emotionless as he fell into the screams of a world he damned, a world he ruined, a world he was supposed to save and they're screaming for him again to help, help us, help us please spiderman. save us—

PER-!

he hates the fear that seizes his core, but he lets it take control. boots the figure in the stomach, winces at how it tears at wounds already there. the figure stumbles back with a "hey—perce, y'shouldn't—" but he's already aiming his web, and he fires, and it misses. of course it misses. he's lost so much blood he can't see straight. but it doesn't matter, he can always try again. he's always been able to try again. that's the problem.

thwip.

unfortunately, rhodes doesn't have the same issues with aiming as percy does. one shot and percy's glued to the sink, unable to do anything but thrash in a panic as rhodes approaches. don't touch him. don't come near him. don't do anything to him you did this to me you made me like this don't fuckin' touch me—

"i jus' wanna dress yer wounds, alright?" rhodes' voice is soothing, like he's talking to a skittish horse. he might as well be. "look—gotta sponge. gonna wipe up the blood." and he reaches again, and percy flinches, and the sponge touches and he wipes up the blood. nothing else happens. percy doesn't detense.

"gonna disinfect 'em now. might sting a little, but ain't hurt near as much as it did when y'got those." they don't ask where percy got the wounds. they know better than anyone. they're spiderman, too. percy hisses as the peroxide-soaked cotton ball touches him, because it stings, but that's all that happens. nothing else. he doesn't detense.

"jus' bandages left. then i'll let ya go." rhodes doesn't meet his eyes as they bandage him. percy watches him warily. the hands that dropped him into hell are wrapping up his hurt, soothing his pain. he doesn't know which side he's able to believe. he doesn't know why rhodes is doing this for him after he tried to kill them, after they threw him into the void. rhodes finishes wrapping the last of it. the web on percy's wrists dry up and fall. he's free. he doesn't detense.

rhodes knows better than to think percy would trust him with his back, so he raises his hands and backs out of the bathroom. "all done," he says. "i'll bring ya breakfast." then he's gone, down the hall, and a few minutes later percy hears eggs cracking into a sizzling pan. he tests his legs. he can walk, barely. he limps back to the spare bedroom and locks the door.

eggs and toast are left outside a while later. there's no fanfare, just a quick knock on the door to let him know they're there. percy waits until he hears rhodes' bedroom door close before he retrieves it.

...

...it's good.

he detenses.

[yrwestillhere]

pt 2 cause I didn't want the post to be too long:

Rotten Apple -Alice in Chains

Hey ah na na / Innocence is over / Hey ah na na, over / Ignorance is spoken / Hey ah na na, spoken / Confidence is broken / Hey ah na na broken / Sustenance is stolen / Hey ah na na, stolen / Arrogance is potent / Hey ah na na, potent, yeah - What I see is unreal / I've written my own part / Eat of the apple, so young / I'm crawling back to start

Paranoid Android -RadioHead

When I am king / You will be first against the wall / With your opinion / Which is of no consequence at all / What's that? / (I may be paranoid, but no android) / What's that? / (I may be paranoid, but no android) / Ambition makes you look pretty ugly / Kicking and squealing Gucci little piggy / You don't remember, you don't remember / Why don't you remember my name / Off with his head, man x2 / Why don't you remember my name?/ I guess he does

Paranoid Android -RadioHead PT2

Rain down, rain down / Come on rain down on me / From a great height x2 / Rain down x2 / Come on rain down on me / From a great height x2 / Rain down x2 / Come on rain down on me / That's it, sir / You're leaving / The crackle of pigskin / The dust and the screaming / The yuppies networking / The panic, the vomit x2 / God loves his children x2 / yeah

I'm Done - $UICIDEBOY$

Still got no hoes, so I'm pouring four O's / Solo in a solo cup, double up / Three percs fizzle at the bottom / If you don't know hit you when I throw bones / From a pile of skeletons still / Sitting in my front lawn / Drawn to the shadows, call me Shadowkhan / Crawl to the gallows, now the shadow gone / Born with an arrow, sharp with a broken bow / Aim it at the fucking battlefront - She thinks I'm depressed / Told that bitch "bet" / I'ma fucking jet, no sweat, I'ma sip lead / Swallow fucking bullets 'till my / Lips seep red, ruby been dead

Have It Out -Mother Mother

I have it out, I have it out, with myself, / With myself, I have it out. / It's gonna get ugly. / It's gonna get messy. / It's gonna be World War III of myself. / I have it in for this guy who's been there for me / A fuckin' gem who takes me back in like a friend. / But what is he good for, if he just stay spectator of war?

Chop Suey -System of A Down

I don't think you trust / [In my self-righteous suicide , I cry when angels deserve to die] x2 / Father (father) x4 / Father, into your hands I commend my spirit / Father, into your hands / Why have you forsaken me? / In your eyes forsaken me / In your thoughts forsaken me / In your heart forsaken me, oh - Trust in my self-righteous suicide / I cry when angels deserve to die / In my self-righteous suicide / I cry when angels deserve to die.

Songs that scream Kendall Roy and should already be in edits:

Falling Ashes -Slow Dive

Boy and the man / Hear the ghost in this town - Could this be it / Your final words, your own / We rolled the bed / Piece by piece, plank by plank

Posthumous Forgiveness -Tame Impala

You have to see the lyrics for yourself, it's perfect

Wolf River -Reign Wolf

Please just make it stop / The rhythm, the beat of your soul / The rust tears us apart / I'm spinning out of control / You are breaking my heart - And I swear I'm drowning <-S1 ending

Hole In The Earth -Deftones

Can you explain to me how / You're so evil, how? / It's too late for me now - Can you explain to me now? / If you're still able, well /(It's time) I think you know the truth

Saturday Saviour -Failure

I'm never gonna say the words / That you want / I'm never gonna feel the shame / Like you do / I'm never gonna stretch my shape / To be with you / I only need you for a day / 'Cause I only want to be your / Saturday savior / I can be that / Saturday savior / I will be your / Saturday savior / I can be that impostor in your bed / Wake him up please

Drowning -A Boogie wit da Hoodie

Wrist so icy, wonder why she like me, bitch I'm drownin' / In water, I just bought a Cuban, dipped it in the fountain / Chain so heavy I feel like I'm holdin' up a mountain / Everywhere that I go it's a light show, I'm surrounded / Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down, bitch I'm drownin'

[cinnamonest]

Y’all are too nice to me I swear… here I am being horny and nasty on main and I’m getting encouraged, damn. But for real  ( ´ ω ` ) thank you so much!!

I’m gaining more confidence to post more smutty stuff and the kind of dark shit I like, so I might go back and make more nasty Childe content later on too… After Albedo, I got Razor and Zhongli coming up, and a few ones I just worked on for fun. But yeah, just in case it wasn’t clear for anyone who followed me, I’m going to be writing almost entirely dark content and some really nasty stuff, so just be aware of that, and don’t consume my writing if that’s something that may be harmful to you.

Albedo is so pretty… and such good dark content material… He treats you like a science experiment but has the audacity to make it hot smh

I haven’t seen a whole lot of him outside the cutscenes, so potentially ooc (as if yandere content isn’t already ooc, lmao)

Albedo - Yandere Profile

tw: general yandere content, obsessive behavior, stalking

tw (below cut): smut, noncon (seriously, you’ve been warned)

What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

Very much aware. In the beginning, it frustrates him. He’s never been particularly attached to anyone, outside of his former instructor. He’s always enjoyed being out on his own, spending extended amounts of time by himself – the desire to be around someone is a foreign feeling for him. He immediately notices how bizarre the emotion is for him, how it changes his behaviors. His self awareness combined with perceptiveness makes him able to acutely recognize not only how unusual this emotion is for him, but also how the extent of his feelings, the types of desires they ignite in him, is unusual even for ���normal” people who aren’t social recluses.

He’s frustrated by his own actions, feels embarrassed at how attached he is to you, how easily you make him flustered and trip over his words. As he is a very aware yandere, he’s definitely afraid of rejection to some degree. He has no idea how to navigate feelings and interactions with other people, he’s never really had the desire to form a particularly strong bond with anyone before. As such, he’ll come across as very awkward, and he will interact with you less than most yanderes – he knows he’s just going to embarrass himself if he talks to you, right? He’ll just mess up and say something strange, so instead, he opts to watch you from the shadows, go to places where you are, but keep a distance from you, just being able to watch you makes him feel fluttery and overwhelmed. 

He will definitely be one to collect things from you. He collects plenty of things for the sake of science, this is no different. Or so he tries to tell himself, but he can’t delude himself even if he tries. He knows its weird, he knows its wrong, but the overwhelming urge to have things of yours is too great to resist. He’ll start off with more innocent things, but it will gradually progress to not-so-innocent… items of yours.

It may not be obvious, but he’s actually a fairly sensitive person, at least regarding you. He places a lot of value in what you think of him, and wants to ensure you’ll respond positively to him. He views it like a science – there should be some formula by which he can put in the correct actions, and produce a specific result. Unfortunately, unlike real science, there’s not much room for trial and error – he feels he only has once chance.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

It will take some time, as he’s got to get over his own nerves first. He’s torn between the fear of you hating him for such a thing, it would be the end of the world for him, but also the desire to pull you away from the world, to keep you hidden from others, to have you all to himself, to be the only person that gets to look at you. If you start showing positive signs, reacting positively to his gifts, expressing interest in conversation with him and going out of your way to see him, he’ll start to get more confident, think that he can afford to do something that might sour your opinion of him, hoping it will merely be temporary.

He’ll probably start to do so several times and back out. He’ll set out at night, make it all the way to your room and stand over your sleeping form, and he’ll start to worry, wonder if someone saw him, see holes in his plans, he gets too nervous and bolts. He’ll persuade you into being alone with him, and although its the chance he’s looking for, again, he’ll get nervous, worry about being caught, run through all the what-ifs, and miss the chance. Honestly, when he does finally take you, it will probably be not planned, but in the heat of the moment, a rash decision from desperation. Something like you coming to visit him to tell him you’re leaving the area, came to say goodbye, and he’ll panic, ultimately grabbing you by the arm as you try to leave and dragging you back inside, silently, but forcefully.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?

Moderately difficult. Your best bet is to take advantage of his tendency to be absent minded when he’s absorbed in his work. He gets very lost in his thoughts, to a point where he’ll completely zone out and be oblivious to the world around him. On the downside, this means you won’t have much time to cover distance, he’ll be close behind the moment he realizes you’re gone.

The route he’ll probably take is actually one where you won’t need to be too restrained, because you’ll be taking… a little research trip. Out to the most freezing, desolate areas of the mountains. He’s convinced the knights he needs to stay there for his research, but in reality, he’s internally panicking, as he tries to figure out how to make this work – after all, you two can’t stay here forever. You’d be foolish to run out of the little cabin he’s bought, out into the perilous freezing cold and jagged, high slopes. At first, he thinks there’s no way you’d try it, so he’s content letting you have free reign to walk around as you please. If he has to leave for whatever reason, he’ll probably lock you into a single room, but he won’t chain you up, as again, he's really trying to avoid making you hate him.

If you prove to be determined to leave, he’ll be hurt, but mostly concerned for you. He’s actually not one to get too mad over an escape attempt – he’ll blame himself, or theorize it’s just a natural response your brain triggered. Against his first choice, he’ll end up having to get more strict with your restraints. If you get too whiny, though… you might trigger one of his more frustrated moments.

“I didn’t want to have to do this… I’m sorry. I can’t risk anything bad happening to you. Tell me if it’s too tight… I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t blame you. I know you’re probably panicking over all this, but you’ll get adjusted to it, I promise. Just… just give it some time… it’s not so bad, living with me, I promise.”

“Don’t be like that. You’re only tied up because you tried to leave. You should understand why you have to be kept like this… If you don’t want to be restrained, you shouldn’t have run out, trying to get yourself killed.”

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

For all his academic intelligence, he’s not highly skilled with people and socialization. He’s not too good at being able to tell when he’s being lied to, and he definitely won’t pick up on subtle manipulation. It’ll be pretty easy to wrap him around your finger, he’ll do what he can to make you happy.

Once he finds out you’ve lied to him, though, he’ll get pretty upset. He likely won’t trust you again, and will require proof of anything you say, or set out to find out if you’re telling him the truth or not.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

He’ll try to accommodate you, giving you things you ask for, but he has limits. He’s too paranoid to let you have any contact with the outside world. You do have him wrapped around your finger to an extent, though. Whatever he’s doing at the moment, he’ll drop it in a heartbeat if you want to spend time with him in any way, even if its just you asking for food or to take a walk. He’ll be willing to take you for very short trips outside, no further than a few yards from the lodging, if only because he knows sunlight is vital to your health.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

The basics will be there – don’t try to leave, don’t be difficult with him, try to cooperate, be obedient. However, he’s also particularly overprotective of anything that can hurt you – even yourself. Under no circumstances can you handle anything that can hurt you – that means no cooking, no knives, no lifting anything heavy, no going outside without him. If you’re determined to cook something, he’ll have to stand right behind you, and watch while you do it. If you get so much as a little cut or burn, he’ll take over, insisting you go sit down after he tends to your “wounds.”

At the very beginning, he’ll be hesitant to punish you too much, as part of his plan to get you to like him. However, he can be a little easily frustrated, and your safety and well-being comes first, even if it means he has to make you upset. He will have to restrain you, take away what little privileges you had. If you try to bolt while you’re outside, no more going outside. If you try something foolish like attacking him with a knife when he gives you cooking privileges, you will lose said privileges. Really, the worst part of it all is the humiliation, being treated like a dumb, incapable baby that can’t do anything for yourself. He insists on doing everything for you, even down to bathing you and dressing you, even feeding you if you can’t convince him to take restraints off your hands. He’ll talk down to you in that way, too, talking to you as if you were a child.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

It’s a situation he’s not prepared to handle, and he’s unsure of what to do. It strikes fear in him that you might have someone else interested, so he has to get rid of them as quickly as possible. He’s not opposed to killing, if it comes down to that, but initially, he’ll try to work behind the scenes – expose something that will ruin their reputation, get them accused of a crime. This would also be one of the possible aforementioned situations that might cause him to kidnap you a bit earlier than he normally would, as well. If he can’t get rid of them easily, he’ll just take you away from them.

He will absolutely try to make you hate them, try to ruin your image of them, and he’s rather good at falsifying evidence for his claims of their behavior. With his alchemic skills, that sort of thing is easily possible.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

He gets more frustrated than anything, when you’re being difficult. This is mostly just him sighing quite a bit, speaking a bit harshly, even pouting and sulking a bit if you’ve offended him. But true anger in him is not pretty, and almost never happens. It’s a buildup, a slow rise that has a boiling point. If he reaches that point, he can definitely get mad enough to hurt you, it’s actually kind of terrifying in how sharp of a contrast it is to how he normally is. It’s a side of him that’s very difficult to draw out. He’s not one to yell or shout, no, his anger is a suffocating silence, he slams down whatever he’s holding as he stomps over to you, grabbing you by the arms hard enough to bruise, and dragging you by the hair to whatever he has planned.

With mild frustration outbursts, he will feel justified, but if it reaches that intense anger, he’ll usually give at least a little apology, tell you he didn’t mean to go that far. He hates to think of you fearing him, but ultimately, if that’s what’s necessary to keep you safe, then he can live with it.

Do they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

It’s an odd mix. On one hand, he sees you as utterly fascinating, the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on, more than any landscape or art he’s seen or made, an invaluable treasure to be kept on a high pedestal. Simultaneously, however, he will treat you like a child, thinks you can’t do anything for yourself. It’s a bizarre duality, but one he is consistent on. You’re precious, so very precious, and he’s undeserving of you, but at the same time, you need him to be safe and sound.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

Of the genshin boys, he’s one of the most determined. He’s not good with people, and he doesn’t really have anyone particularly close to him left anymore. He tends to keep people at a distance. You sort of fill an space inside him that he never knew was empty, a void he wasn’t aware he had until it was consumed by thoughts of you. He doesn’t need anyone or anything else, so long as he has you with him, but he really, really wants it to be true that you love him. He doesn’t need you to even love him as much as he loves you – he doesn’t even know if that’s possible – but he just wants to know that, even if only in the slightest, his feelings are returned. He’s so distant from everyone else, but you wormed your way into his heart, even if you didn’t intend to, with your smiles and softness and kindness towards him. For the first time, he feels weak around someone, but in a way, it’s a good feeling. He wants to be able to be vulnerable, be weak, and not have anything to fear by doing so.

He’s lucid, though, so he doesn’t expect you to love him immediately. As he’s not good with words or displays of affection, he’ll get you all sorts of gifts. Rare items that you wonder how the hell he obtained them, beautifully crafted little trinkets from all his searching and time traveling, more clothes than you could ever wear. You’ll start to feel a little guilty, it’s so much, and you’re certain he doesn’t have that much money. He’ll blow it off, say it’s no big deal, but if you insist, he’ll have to start finding new ways to convey his affection. In captivity, he won’t stop trying, but he’ll understand why you might be angry. In that case, he will utilize what he’s learned from research in books he’s read. He knows that eventually, with him being the only one you have, the only company, the only one to talk to, the only source of touch, you’ll eventually have to cave. You’ll become attached to him, bond with him, whether you like it or not. He knows how powerful the affect of touch can be, and will make sure to hold you in his arms, keep you on his lap, make you crave the only source of human touch you can get. Dependency, he thinks, is the gateway to you loving him.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

Drawings. So many of them. Much like his drawings he uses in notes, he’s found he tends to start scribbling a familiar face when his mind drifts off. He’s memorized every little detail of your face, every curve on your body. If you’re ever snooping around, you’ll eventually uncover a book of sketches he has solely dedicated to drawings of you. Drawings of you laughing, smiling, sleeping, drawings that you’re certain were of real events you were at, that you didn’t remember him being at. Every bit in perfect detail. If you confront him about it, he’ll be horrifically embarrassed, insisting they’re no good, or, if you’re upset, trying to reassure you it was all from his mind and totally not him lurking in the shadows as he watches you.

Also, if you want to make him happy, get him on one of his spiels about his work, his interests, anything that he can catch onto and go on and on about. He’ll catch himself rambling and apologize for being “annoying,” but if you reassure him, and express interest, that will make him feel particularly appreciated. It would be a primary way to get on his good side and manipulate him, or lull him into false security to make your escape, if that’s what you’re looking to do. But be warned, it will only work once, and he’ll be far too hurt to let himself indulge in sharing these things with you again.

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

Publicly, definitely highly reserved. He’s easily flustered, and thinks of sex in a very scientific way, for the purpose of procreation. For fun? He knows it’s enjoyable, but can’t separate it from his very analytic, scientific way of viewing things. It’s a formula, you touch this here and pull that there, and the result is supposed to be orgasmic bliss. He just isn’t very familiar with pleasure – he doesn’t drag out masturbation, even, as that would be a waste of time. He gets it over with quickly, taking short breaks during his work. He is a fairly high drive, though, and gets the urge fairly frequently, about once or twice a day.

He’ll be hornier with your presence, having to leave more frequently to get off to the little things you do, quickly getting himself off while recalling the mental image of you holding a pen in your mouth, the little moan when you stretch, the way your clothes fit to your frame.

Prior to abduction, he’s not particularly touchy at all, in fact, he’s very jumpy if you touch him. Once he’s gotten you alone with him for the foreseeable future, isolated, dependent, he’ll gain more confidence, be willing to give into his cravings to touch you, hold you, eventually progressing to groping you, moving his hands up and down your body, under your clothes, slowly peeling them off.

He’s initially a bit ashamed of his urges towards you, feels guilty every time he gets off to you, but will likewise gain more confidence once you're his.

A guy can only fight off the urge for so long before he cracks, before he can’t continue to care about the consequences. For him, that point is when he knows he finally has you all to himself – his worries fade, and while the guilt is still there, it’s far outweighed by desire.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

He does care, but as stated previously, it’s hard to fight the urge for so long. It will be torture, but for the first few days, he wants you to “adjust” to your new “home,” and not add to your panic. After that, though, he’ll try to assess your reactions. If you’re extremely resistant, he’ll give you more “adjustment” time. He can’t really hold off forever, though, and eventually, maybe a few weeks in, comes to the conclusion that if he just does what he wants, so long as he’s gentle and reminds you he loves you, it will help you get past the mental barrier in your mind. He’s convinced there’s simply a psychological issue, and that sometimes, people need a push. It’s like having a friend who can’t swim – sometimes, you just have to throw them into the water, help them get over that mental hurdle, and they’ll be grateful in the end. That’s what he tells himself to justify it, anyway. He has enough… anatomical prerequisite knowledge to know what’s good and what’s bad, and will take your body’s positive reactions as a sign of what you really want. Is definitely the kind to use that against you, holding up his fingers to your face after you cum on them, as if to prove a point.

“See? I told you, you just have to let go and give in to what you want… if you didn’t, my fingers wouldn’t be dripping like this, now would they?”

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

He wants to experiment on you. This manifests as him being something of a service top without really intending to be, even if you’re not exactly happy about it. He likes to watch your reactions, watch the way your body moves, test the pleasure you get from different things, discover what it is that you like, even if you weren’t aware of it. In particular, he’s fascinated by the fact that girls have so many types of orgasms. He’ll want to try them all, watch and see which ones are more intense than others, which ones make you convulse, makes your toes curl, your eyes roll back. Which erogenous zones make your breath hitch, make you twitch and whimper. Probably the type to be determined that he can make you cum just from something like sucking on your nipples, and he won’t stop until he achieves it. He’ll also want to try everything. At least anything that he thinks has some potential to appeal to him, mentally. He’s a busy man and hasn’t really taken the time to explore his own sexuality, and has virtually zero experience.

Edging, overstimulation, forced orgasms

Experimentation also means testing limits and thresholds. He’ll bring you up to the edge, learn to watch for the slightest of signs that you’re close, listen to your breath, watch your face, wait until you’re just so close and then draw back, stopping just short of letting you catch that high. Then he’ll let you drift back down, and bring you back up again. No amount of begging will make him show you any mercy, you’ll only cum when he’s decided he’s observed enough. He wants to push the limit, see just how close to the edge of orgasm you can get without spilling over, just how much it takes to drive you insane. He’ll also want to see how far you can go after it as well. Orgasm won’t be the end of his ministrations, no, he wants to see how much stimulation you can take. You won’t be able to get away from his tongue, he’ll grab you by the hips and slam you back down, continuing to lap at you even if you’re so sensitive it’s painful. Watching you cum will just make him rut into you harder, bruising and abusing your insides to a point that they’re so sore you can feel it long after it’s over. At first, he might feel a little guilty, and may very well after it’s over, but in the heat of the moment, he can’t fight the insatiable urge to listen to you squeal, feel you convulse, watch the tears from overwhelming pleasure run down your face.

He’ll make it his personal mission to see how many orgasms the female body is capable of within a given amount of time - per day, per hour, how quickly you can have them in succession. For scientific purposes, of course. Anatomy and human biology isn’t really his main field of focus, but he likes to expand his research horizons.

“Just one more… cum one more time for me, then we’ll be done. Come on… I know you can, just one more.”

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

He’s actually good with children, usually. He has a calming effect on kids. He isn’t sure how he feels, though. To some degree, he fears his capabilities to parent, thinks he would be too cold to be a good father. But he also likes the idea of a protege, an heir to his title, one he can teach everything he knows. If he does end up having one, this fucking nerd man will read every book on pregnancy, birthing, and parenting that he can get his hands on.

Also, he’ll absolutely be one to track your cycles, even better than you can. He’s researched enough to know exactly when you’re most or least likely to get pregnant, and you can’t help but notice how much more he seems to cum in you when you’re at your most fertile. Nor can he deny how satisfying it is to watch his cum slowly drip out of you, watching you twitch with aftershock and slowly drift off in exhaustion.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

Unfortunately for you, since overstimulation and edging are already normal and everyday for you, he’ll have to amp it up a bit if he’s trying to make you regret something. He might get rougher, abusing more pleasure spots on your body, keeping his hands, mouth, and cock occupied all at once with driving you over the edge until it’s painful. But if you’re exceptionally misbehaved, you might not ever get a release to his edging, instead left to suffer from being so close, tied up so you can’t finish yourself off.

In moments when he’s really, truly angry, the peak of it, and that blends with arousal, he’ll really, really throatfuck you. Grabbing the back of your head and shoving his cock down as deep as he can, holding you there as you gag and choke, feeling your throat convulse around him, desperately trying to pull back for air. The movements are harsh and brutal, pulling harshly on your hair, moving at a pace so fast you barely have a second to breathe. Thankfully, when it gets like that, he won’t last long, emptying out into your throat, holding your jaw shut and demanding you swallow. If any spills off on your chin, he’ll gather it up on his fingers, hold it to your face, and command you to open your mouth, suck it off, and swallow again. That’s at the peak of his anger, though, and you’ll have to substantially piss him off to reach that point. He’ll apologize later, holding you close, but his guilt doesn’t change the fact that it’s one of the most intense orgasms that he’ll have, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t sometimes think of doing it again, even without provocation. He’s restrained enough not to, but the thought is there… and deep down, he’ll entertain the idea.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

The curves of your body, no matter how defined or faint they are, no matter the general shape of your body, to him it’s the most beautiful thing. He’ll definitely want to draw you, even if you’re not too keen on posing. He’ll run his hands up and down your body, squeezing every little bit of flesh he can, moving his palms over every little curve, every inch of your skin.

[chasingpj]

𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞

pairing: percy jackson x gn reader

summary: how percy comforts and helps a reader with anxiety disorder

requested?: yes

warning: discussing anxiety disorder

category: headcanons, fluff

when you told percy you have anxiety attacks, he was supportive, and he asked all the right questions

never once did he try to invalidate you; instead, he was determined to know how to help when the time came

the first time you had a panic attack, he felt a little helpless

he didn't panic himself and tried his best to help you regulate your breathing

even though he was so much help, he felt like he could do better

it hurt him to see you like that, and he was determined to find methods that helped you

after a few times, you guys established a routine

when you felt like you were on the brink of an attack, he would try to distract you

he'd ask you questions about things that you enjoy, so you were forced to think about something else

if you were beginning to panic, he'd take you somewhere where you guys can be alone

if you were together at his place or your place, he'd tell you to sit down and get comfortable on the bed

percy would make you say things like "i am safe" or "i'm in control"

he'll make you follow when he said it, which made you mindful of your breathing

he'd do things that would help you stay in the present too

sometimes you guys would have a game of i-spy

he'll name the color of something, and it forced you to take in your surroundings

or he’d tell you to name what you see and what do you smell

he’d be really affectionate too

he'd rub your back and say sweet nothings to you

he learned how to braid hair and do ponytails for you so he could move your hair out of the way so it wouldn’t bother you

his touch let you know that you weren't alone, but he gave you space when you needed it

his encouraging words would help you along too

he'd say things like: "you're doing so good, baby" or "you're so strong; you can get through this" or "you're safe with me, I promise"

when you've finally got ahold of your breathing and began to feel better, he'd ask you what you needed

he'll bring you water and a snack

if you're burnt out and just needed to be held, that's what he'll do

in his arms, you always felt protected

you knew that percy wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you if he could help it

being in his arm always brought a sense of comfort, and often, you would doze off

some times, percy would join you, or he’d watch you sleep

but like not in a creepy way, in like an “omg i absolutely adore her/him/them. how did i get such a pretty s/o” way

if you didn’t nap, you two would watch a movie or go out on a walk to get some fresh air

to prevent your attacks, he’d encourage you to talk about the things that worry as they come up in your mind

it didn’t matter how big or small the concern was; he wanted to know so that you guys can discuss it

being able to discuss your worries validated them

it told you that you weren't silly for thinking such things while also being able to see how rational they are

if you're diagnosed and medicated for your panic attacks, he will make sure you take your medication

he'd send you text messages to remind you

and when you live together, he'll make you breakfast and serve your little pill with it

one thing you noticed is that percy made you feel more confident

which helped in terms of any social anxiety or insecurities you had

percy had always been so sweet and a little cheesy with his compliments

to him, you were the pretty person in the world, and he made sure you knew it

he's truly your biggest hypeman

even before you two started dating, you found yourself inspired by him

he's always been so fearless and such a natural-born leader, even if he didn't want to be at times

at some point, you found yourself asking, "what would percy do?"

it's like you channeled your inner perce and you found that it really affected how you perceived and acted in a situation in a good way

percy always went out of his way to make sure you were comfortable; he helped you during your darkest moments, did little things that took off the edge, like ordering at a restaurant or asking for help at a store for you

but what he didn't know is that one of the biggest ways he helped you was just by being himself

his kindness, his loyal, fierce presence went a longer way than he thought

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[chironshorseass]

50 with percabeth plz <333

Writing prompts

this is unedited. here goes nothing.

In which Annabeth has a confession to make.

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"Is it just me or is it cold as hell in here?" 

Percy found himself asking her this just as the door slammed behind them. Goose bumps pebbled his skin in mere seconds. He rubbed at his arms, shivering.

“We’re in a freezer room,” Annabeth deadpanned. “Of course it’s cold as hell in here.”

They’d been trying out the being a normal-married-couple-without-the god’s-intervention thing for the last few months, now living in New York City instead of New Athens, but it never seemed to work out. Today was no exception.

Percy had high hopes about this one date, however. He’d invited Annabeth to a nice, spacious ice cream place; she’d suddenly grown an abnormal craving from ice cream, and Percy was more than happy to meet her needs. It would’ve been perfect, really. Annabeth would relax for the first time in two weeks after working non-stop at her architecture firm, and Percy would’ve taken a nice break from grading his student’s papers. A miracle, as they never found time out of their day for these types of things. 

The fates had other ideas.

In mid-ice cream scoop, he’d heard the door jingle. Immediately, Annabeth grabbed his arm, dragging him toward this exact freezing room, her mind five steps ahead of him. He’d demanded what was going on, and once she hissed at him, “empousa,” he didn’t argue any further, instead letting her take him into hiding. 

He’d never believed it, to be honest—him and Annabeth, hiding instead of fighting. But he was alright with this. Maybe, just maybe, they could try comfort instead of risk. Waiting instead of facing their problems full-on.

Still, he asked her, “You sure about this?”

“Shh.”

One finger flew to his lips. She pushed him against the stack of ice cream on the wall. Seconds later came the strange, trudging sound he’d come to associate with empousai. Metal and hooves. 

The monster seemed to smell them, because in an instant, the footfalls stopped right next to the door. Luckily, Annabeth had locked it. He gazed at her, wide-eyed, and took out Riptide. It seemed like they’d had to fight after all. 

But Annabeth shook her head frantically, even as a sound akin to a hissing laugh rtaveled into the room, accompanied by the banging of the door.

“What is it that I smell?” said a shrill voice. The empousai. “Demigods, perhaps?”

More banging and rasping ensued, and through it all, Annabeth clutched his hand, her breathing ragged. 

“Babe, what’s wrong? Should we—”

“No, no, no,” she muttered. “No. No we can’t just—”

He took her face in his hands. “’Beth. Talk to me. What’s wrong? We need to fight. We’ve done, this, like, a million times.”

“I just...” She sighed, her breath shaken. But not from the cold. “I can’t.” Her voice was so small, so scared. This was rare. At least, she hadn’t had a panic attack in a long time.

“Okay,” he said, ignoring the sounds from the screeching empousai. This was just about them. He could deal with the monster later. “But why can’t you fight?”

“Because I could hurt the baby.”

“Because it would hurt—I’m sorry, what?”

Her words sent him reeling. He stood there, frozen like the ice cream around him.

She shivered. “The baby. I’m pregnant, Perce.”

“Huh?”

“I was going to tell you, but now I don’t know what to do, and we might die—”

“Nuh-uh. Don’t come with that shit. We are not gonna die. At least not today. Maybe someday.”

Annabeth’s mouth quirked up. “Definitely someday.”

“Whatever. Just...not today. Okay?”

She nodded.

It was in this moment that Percy began to properly process what she’d just said. He tilted her chin, pulled her closer.

“So. A baby, huh?”

She laughed through the tears that had already formed in her eyes. “Yeah.”

He found himself grinning like an idiot. It got to the point where his cheeks hurt, where he couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t this happy, even with a monster yelling bloody murder on the other side of the door.

“Shut up. A mini Jackson.”

“Mmhmm.”

“With drool and farts and all of the things that make up an actual baby.”

“Yes, Percy,” she said, placing her hand on his cheek. “We’re gonna be parents.”

“I love you so much.” He closed the distance between them, meeting her in a frantic kiss. He hoped she could feel it. His love for her. His devotion to this woman.

“We made a baby,” he mumbled against her lips.

Annabeth drew back, and though her eyes where light and free, her face was serious. “Yes. We made a baby. Which is why I can’t risk it.”

“It’s okay, though.”

He kissed her one last time. 

“I’m part of the team, remember? I can fight it off. You got your cap.”

She nodded again.

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

A final clang resounded, and this time, Percy uncapped Riptide.

“I’ve got this,” he said. “For the baby.”

[fangirlfics]

You Just Saved Me (Fred Weasley x reader)

summary: A near death experience leads to confessing some feeling

word count: 1,924

Also I didn’t exactly proof read so 

y/n watched the sky as hundreds of spells hit the protective barrier surrounding Hogwarts all at once. If it were different circumstances it would’ve looked beautiful-but these weren’t different circumstances. “You ok, y/n?” She heard someone ask. She didn’t have to turn to see who is was-she already knew it was Fred. 

She nodded her head, continuing to watch the sky. “Yeah.”

Fred stood next to her now, watching the sky as well as they mentally prepared themselves for what was about to happen.

“Actually, I’m terrified.” y/n confessed after a small silence. She looked over to Fred who was already looking down at her, “I mean...these are death eater we’re talking about, they’ve killed hundreds, they know what they’re doing...” Another silence.

“I think everyone’s scared.” Fred told the girl, looking back up at the sky, “at least a little, except for me of course-I’m a Gryffindor.”

y/n laughed at his joke, “of course.” She sighed. 

Shortly after that the fight had started. 

Now about an hour into the fight y/n was shooting spells in almost every direction at the death eaters surrounding her. She was standing right outside of the room of requirement about a foot from Fred, her back facing his.  

“You're joking, Perce! You actually are joking...I don't think I've heard you joke since you were–“

There was an explosion that came out of nowhere and a wall was about to fall on Fred-he didn’t have any time to react but then, “Protego!” y/n yelled-she leapt as far forward as she could pointing her wand in front of her as she grabbed Fred’s collar-pulling him closer. Instantly a transparent force field shot out from the tip of her wand, shielding the two wizards were they stood. As soon as the falling wall hit the shield, it turned to dust falling at y/n and Fred’s feet. 

Fred’s jaw dropped as he looked down at a panting y/n with wide eyes. He looked at the dust at their feet. “You just saved me.” He said-still processing what had happened. He was pretty sure that wall would have killed him instantly if she hadn’t shielded him. 

“Hey-look out out!” She said-pushing him away from her. ”Incarcerous.” She said quickly, binding a death eater who had his wand pointed at the two. 

Fred finally got back to reality as more deatheaters came and the two began dueling once more with Percy at their side. 

Voldemort gave them an hour to collect their dead and wounded and for Harry to surrender himself to him-if he did everyone at Hogwarts would be sparred, if he didn’t the battle would resume. y/n entered the the great hall beside Fred and Percy, their eyes scanned the place-there were bodies on the ground and wounded being attended.

They caught site of the rest of the Weasleys huddled in a small group and y/n swore she had been holding her breath. The three walked over to them and Molly turned her head-a worried expression had taken over her featured. “Are you ok?”she asked looking between her sons and y/n, “Are you alright.”

Fred and Percy nodded, “We’re fine Mrs. Weasley.” y/n reassured her and she scanned the room, “Where’s Tonks?” She asked scanning the room for her friend.

“y/n-” Molly began to say sadly. Then y/n caught sight of a stretcher on the floor a few feet behind Molly. “Oh...no.” y/n whispered to herself. She rushed over to it and to her dismay Tonks was laid down on it-her body lifeless, her hair messy. She didn’t look like herself. Remus was laid next to her in the same condition-his face and clothes dirty.

“No...“ y/n whispered, touching her friend’s face. She looked between her and Remus, putting her hands on their wrists. “No.“ She cried out-feeling tears flowing down her cheeks. “No!“ She dropped her head down, closing her eyes. It felt like her entire body was trembling as she cried. 

She felt a hand on her shoulder and knew who it was, she stood up, turned around and practically flung herself into Fred’s embrace. He held her close, with one hand on her back and the other softly stoking her hair. His chin rested on her head as he soothed her.

“They’re gone.” She whimpered in between sniffles. “I’m sorry, y/n.” Fred whispered softly to the girl. “I’m so sorry.”

But grieving had to wait for later as there was less than an hour left to come up with a plan, but as it turned out Harry’s plan was to turn himself in and nobody could convince him otherwise. Not even Ron or Hermione. So the castle stayed quiet-awaiting to see what would happen next, hoping that Harry would miraculously come back with Voldemort defeated.

y/n stared at a lifeless Harry in Hagrid’s arms while Voldemort boasted, laughing with his followers. “No!” Ginny’s scream tore through the area and Arthur had to hold her back.

“It’s over.” y/n whispered, she looked up around her at the destruction and rubble before looking up at the twins. “This is how it ends.” She said to herself.” The twins looked down at her and Fred who was closest, took her hand in his-while George looked back at the scene unfolding in front of them as Neville began to speak.

George then looked back to Fred with hope in his eyes, “he’s not dead.” He said, y/n was about to say something when Harry suddenly sprang out of Hagrid’s arms, wand in the air and projecting a spell towards Voldemort.

“We’re not done yet, Freddie.” George told his twin, wand at the ready. Everyone jumped into action, casting spells, ready to end the battle.

At some point y/n had gotten separated from her friends and now that Fred and George were in the Great Hall with the rest of their family-y/n was still outside of the castle, disarming and stupefying death eaters with her spells. Screams were ringing out throughout the castle grounds as wizards were stunned, killed, disarmed and cast spells. 

The battle was about to be over-Harry was winning his duel with Voldemort-y/n could see this. But a death eater made it’s way towards y/n, throwing a spell-she disarmed it but not before their spell had been cast. She had at first thought that they missed her but then realized that they hadn’t been aiming for her. A huge chunk of the Hogwarts castle was falling from above and she barely jumped out of the way-dropping her wand in the process. 

She was on her hands and knees, crawling behind a bush as rubble and rocks flew around her from small explosions. My wand. She kept thinking. I need my wand. She sat there, covering her head for a moment as more explosions went off. She thought back to Fred then George and the rest of her friends. Were they ok? Were they safe? People were screaming all around and with each yell she couldn’t help but wonder if she had just lost a friend. There was now dust and dirt in her hair and on her face, she coughed more out scanned the ground around her for her wand, feeling the ground desperately with her hands in search of it. But she had no idea where it was, it could be anywhere now among all the commotion, or even broken. Debris kept flying with booms. And y/n kept crawling away, missing each one until the ground from a couple of feet away exploded, knocking something into her head. Then the world went black.

Fred rushed out of the grand hall as soon as the battle was over, in search of y/n. He went straight to the entrance-where he last saw her. But she wasn’t there. He felt panic beginning to settle in as he continued to cast around the school. Please be ok. He thought to himself before stepping on something in the courtyard. He thought it was just more rubble but after looking down he saw a wand and recognized it as y/n’s. “Oh no.” He said to himself, picking it up gingerly-as if it would snap. “Please.” 

Then he caught of y/n, she was on the ground with her back facing the sky and arms beside her head. Her messy y/h/c hair covered her face and was full of debris from the fight. 

“Oh no, please.” Fred knelt down beside her. “y/n, darling please be ok.” He turned her over and sighed in relief when he realized she was still breathing. “George, I found her!” He called to his brother. “She’s got a cut on her head, but...she’s-she’s fine.” He smiled to himself, brushing her hair out of her face. He pressed a kiss on her temple, holding her protectively as he picked her up.

The first thing y/n realized when waking up was the smell of something burning, but not the bad type of burning. The peaceful feeling of firewood burning in a fireplace like the one in the y/h common room she used to sleep in. She opened her eyes slowly remembering what had happened and sat up so fast her head began to spin and she fell off of the bed she was laying in when she attempted to stand to quickly. She stood up quickly looking around her but didn’t recognize the cozy room. Then she realized that she was in a Gryffindor dorm. The door suddenly opened up and Fred walked in, he broke into the widest smile she had ever seen and was standing in front of her in a matter of seconds. y/n immediately broke into tears of joy and they didn’t say anything as they embraced eachother. Fred rocked side to side slightly as y/n hugged him even tighter. 

“It’s ok.” Fred whispered, puling away to wipe her tears away. “Georgie’s ok, and so is Ron and Bill and Hermione and Ron an-”

“and you.” y/n said, putting her hands on his cheeks she stared into his eyes, “you’re ok?”

“I’m ok.” He confirmed staring back at her.“I love you.” He told her suddenly, “and I didn’t realize it until today...y/n I thought you...” He took in a breath, ”died.” 

“I love you too.“ y/n replied and Fred smiled the most genuine smile. 

Then they were kissing. It had happened so fast, they had both leaned in at the same time, and now Fred was pulling her closer by the waist and smiling against her lips, and she pulled him closer by his collar and they were running out of breath but he still deepened the kiss and-

“Oi!” The two froze, turning their heads to see George in the doorway with two bowls of food. “Do you want to keep snogging or do you want..whatever this is?” He asked looking into the steaming bowl.  

Fred thought for a moment “Honestly I’d rather-“

“You’re going to make me lose my appetite.“ George joked setting the bowls on the desk next to the doorway and began to leave. ”Let me know when you’re done snogging.“ He called back with a laugh. 

The couple chuckled before Fred gestured towards the two bowls. “Are you hungry.”

y/n nodded, “starving.”

“Well lets eat then.” He said with a smile.

ok I should start my hw now XD

[ravenquingvax]

I'm never gonna properly write for it, but I keep imagining this AU where Percy is an ex-gang member of Vecna's gang.

Maybe Percy killed someone important to Vecna or he stole money, idk, but he's on the run and shit comes back to bite him in the ass.

(This has been inspired by the song "You Can Run" by Adam Jones, btw, as I've had it on repeat for 2 days now)

So uh, here, I guess. Feel free to take this and make into something more solid -

Percy comes from a wealthy family that went into debt. To try and help his parents, Percy looks for work and finds himself being recruited into a gang ran by an intimidating man known only as Vecna.

Vecna's right hand woman, Delilah Briarwood, and her husband, Sylas Briarwood, take a quick likening to Percy and introduce him to their adoptive daughter, Anna.

Anna and Percy make fast friends, until one day Percy catches Anna betraying the gang's plans to another gang.

Percy confronts her alone, thinking he can handle it, but a fight breaks out and Anna gets shot in the abdomen.

Percy panics, trying to stop the bleeding, but Delilah walks in and all hell breaks out.

Percy has to run and he does, running faster than he ever has before in all his life.

He moves to a different city, laying low and doing odd jobs to keep himself afloat.

One day he runs into Keyleth, a young florist struggling to make ends meet, being harassed by some idiot. He defends her, quite publicly too, and is spotted by one of Vecna's many members.

And thus, Percy accidentally gets Keyleth targeted by Vecna's gang.

Cue Vax'ildan, Keyleth's boyfriend and also a former gang member (who also left on bad terms with his old boss) turned tattoo artist, chasing Percy down thinking he's put a hit out on Keyleth.

When he realises Percy's situation, tho, he feels like helping the poor bastard out. He knows what this is like.

Through this, Percy meets Vax's sister and an esteemed defence attorney, Vex'ahlia.

Soon, the men after Keyleth disappear mysteriously and things calm down for Percy.

Percy falls hard for Vex, fast, while she and Vax help him change his identity and disappear from Vecna's gaze.

Percy becomes a mechanic, becomes friends with the twins and Keyleth as well as his fellow mechanics, Grog, Tary and Pike, even with Pike's husband Scanlan.

Life gets really good;

Percy & Vex start dating, Vax & Keyleth get engaged and Taryon gets a boyfriend.

But then Percy slips up somehow, takes the wrong driver's license while out one day running errands and one of Vecna's spies see it, call it in.

Percy is followed home.

Then, during the night, Percy and Vex wake up to several armed intruders who don't seem to like Percy very much.

"Percy... Friends of yours?"

"Friends isn't the word I'd use."

Then Vecna swaggers in, grinning, baseball bat in hand.

Percy feels his world crashing down around him as he and Vex are manhandled out of bed to be tied up by Vecna's men.

"Percival, long time no see, it's been a while."

"I was hoping it'd stay that way, personally."

"Ahah, oh, dear Percival, quite the funnyman as always."

Then the baseball bat just narrowly misses Percy's face, crashing into the bed behind him instead, Vex screams.

"Don't mistake this as a social call, my friend, this is but business. No, you know exactly what I'm here for."

Vecna steps near Vex.

"Leave Vex out of this! It's me you want, not her!"

"Ah, but such a pretty thing, just like her brother... Would be a shame if anything happened to either of them, no? The boy just got engaged, didn't he?"

"Leave my brother out of this, you bastard!"

Vex's demand met only by laughter, her anger outweighing her fear.

Percy, shaking, terrified for his girlfriend and her twin, for all of their friends-

"What do you want?! I'll do whatever it is, just leave my family out of it!"

"Ah, ever the smart man, Perce! You took something of mine, however, so I must take something of yours... Insurance, to make sure you cooperate, you could say..."

"We don't have much in the way of money or valuables-"

"Ah, but I'm not after things of material value, Percy. No. I want you to have some... Motivation! You know... To do as I say, when I say?"

"Please, leave Vex out of this, I'm begging you!"

Percy, scared for his love, scared of what Vax would do if she got hurt because of him-

"Ah, but she's not it either, as I already have my insurance, Percival - Though, a matching set would fetch a far prettier price should you fail to live up to expectations, my boy."

"No! Leave Vax alone!"

"He killed my men, it's only fair I take him as punishment."

Percy hadn't know what Vax had done back then to save his sorry ass, but he feels sick knowing Vax did what he did because of him.

And hearing the devastation in Vex's voice is the final nail in Percy's coffin here, knowing Vax's life is in danger now.

"Alright! Alright! Whatever it is, I'll do it! Just please, don't hurt Vax! Or anyone else!"

Vecna laughs.

"A little late for that, your good friend put up quite the fight and my men may of had a little fun beating him down."

"You bastard! I'll kill you!"

"Oh, Vex'ahlia darling, I'd like to see you try, my girl."

"You fucking asshole!"

Percy, staring in horror at Vex as she hollers and shouts at Vecna, threatening the man.

Vex, furious and shaking, thrashing around to escape.

Vecna just keeps laughing.

"Maybe I'll keep the boy as my personal punching bag, or I could sell him to the highest bidder? What do you think?"

"I think you're making the biggest mistake of your life!"

"Or perhaps I can hand him to the Briarwoods, what do you think, Percy? Maybe that would take their minds off of you murdering their sweet Anna. Sylas has been wanting a pet to play with and Delilah could use another lab rat"

And Percy goes pale.

"She didn't make it?"

"What else is it did you think I meant by you taking something from me? The girl was smart and promising, Perce, the loss is felt."

"I didn't want to kill her, I swear! But she was up to something! I needed to know what it was!"

"Are you suggesting that a long standing and much trusted family member was planning on betraying her family and her gang? Oh, Percival..."

And Vecna shakes his head, tutting and sighing.

"I thought you were smarter than that."

"I'm telling the truth!"

Percy can't look at Vex right now, can't think of what she must be feeling right now.

Everything he's worked for, ruined in minutes.

"Well, in any case, you still owe me a favour... Unless you'd rather we just get this over with and I have Sylas execute the brother instead?"

"No!!"

And Percy balks.

"No! No! Leave him alone! I'll do whatever it is you want!"

"Good, because I really do like that boy, he has fire in him."

"Just... What is it? What must I do to make this go away?"

"I have a friend, a fellow by the name of Orthax, and he's been crossed by some folks... He needs them taken care of."

"You want me to become an assassin for you?"

Percy feels sick.

Vex is gaping in horror.

"It's just 8 people, Percy, and then this is all over."

"You can promise that?"

"I can guarantee it, my friend, and I never break promises."

"Who are they?"

"In due time, in due time... Now, we're going to untie you before we go, please don't do anything... Rash. I'd hate to have to kill you or your beloved, or her brother at that."

Percy and Vex tense, but stay quiet and let themselves be untied, staying still.

"Good, excellent. I'll leave the list on your dresser along with your new gun... Orthax made it just for you, be appreciative."

"Do I have a time limit?"

"Let's say... You have two weeks, then I'll give away the brother to either my best people or to the highest bidder - Depends on how I'm feeling on the day, you understand?"

"It'll be done before then, I can assure you that."

"So they all say, Percival."

And with that, Vecna and his men start to leave, but then Vecna pauses at the doorway.

"Oh, and, Percy? Don't trying running away again - I mean, I don't mind it, run all you like... But just remember, you can't hide. I'll always find you."

"Trust me, I'm aware."

"Good... Have a good night."

And with that, the couple are left kneeling on their bedroom floor, crying and shaking.

Percy stands first, heading for the list and weapon.

Vex stands next, sitting on their bed, fuming silently.

Then Percy gags and drops the list before running out.

"Perce?"

She gets up, swallowing.

Who did Percy have to murder just so Vax wouldn't be killed or whatever? How bad was it?

Who was to be killed in change for Vax's very life?

She bends down and picks the sheet of paper up, turning it over and reading the names;

Frederickstein de Rolo

Johanna de Klossowski

Julius de Rolo

Vesper de Rolo

Oliver de Rolo

Whitney de Rolo

Ludwig de Rolo

Cassandra de Rolo