#it's alluded to in the fic

[barblaz-arts]

Headcanon: one of the first things Vaggie did to reclaim an identity for herself outside of being heaven's soldier is to try more feminine clothing, something she never used to let herself wear because it's impractical for a fighter(like growing her hair). It was an awkward transition, but Charlie's very enthusiastic encouragement helped Vaggie love her new look.

[jazzypizzaz]

Quark & Joseph Sisko competing to cater Nog/Jake's wedding. the happy couple are immediately like "you can both do it!! the more the merrier! 😁" this solves nothing. it's WAR between families to prove which one is the better party host. both of the cooks trying to out-stubborn each other into giving up. creating more and more elaborate dishes to complete. endless pre-wedding events they instigate as trials. no one is enjoying this. SABOTAGE!!

Jake/Nog elope to Risa with only their dads/wives as witnesses, meanwhile Quark is setting up a branch of his bar as the first Ferengi restaurant on earth purely to aggravate Joseph

[rafey-baby]

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outlaw!rafe x pogue!reader

c/w: hostage/stockholm syndrome situation, mentions of murder & violence, a surprise in the grocery store, smut: dubcon, fingering, p-in-v, size kink, 18+ mdni!

wc: 2.6k

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“A picture provided by a passer-by has led us to believe that Rafe Cameron, the suspect for the murder of a police officer is still on the island and has possibly been in contact with the witness who now wants to withdraw his statement, not wanting to testify in court due to personal reasons. However, the investigation is still ongoing and Cameron remains the main suspect, which means that if you have any information about his whereabouts, please do not hesitate—” 

Rafe twists the car radio off with a scoff.  

“The fuck they’re gonna do with a blurry photo? Unless they find another witness or some real proof, they don’t have shit on me,” he mutters more to himself than her as he yanks open the door and lets it slam closed—leaving her to scramble after his exasperated steps through the grocery store parking lot.  

She doesn’t know how Rafe managed to discover the name of the witness or why a few days ago she sat in his truck parked outside the poor guy’s home keeping watch, but at this point, she’s decided that the universe simply must have something against her peace of mind.  

When she asked him about his visit, he simply shrugged it off with a ‘don’t worry ‘bout it, just had a little talk with him’ which honestly made unease settle into the bottom of her stomach because it was most definitely not the entire truth. Therefore, for the following days, she tried her very best to avoid his intimidating presence as to not give him a reason to get mad at her while he made several phone calls and ‘took care of business’.

However, acting as if he wasn’t there wasn’t the easiest task since her house, despite the cozy atmosphere (before Rafe), wasn’t very grand. Whenever she’d try to find sleep in her soft sheets, his heavy presence in the next room would send a shiver up her spine and erase any prospects of getting any actual rest. And when she’d try to cook dinner, he’d be looming way too close for comfort and make her accidentally drop a plate on the floor. Therefore, she’s not exactly feeling her best. 

As they step through the sliding doors, Rafe is hiding behind black sunglasses and an old baseball cap he borrowed (stole) from her; trying to keep a low profile and appear as ordinary as any casual customer shopping for essentials since he’s practically emptied her fridge at this point. 

“Do you want red or green grapes?” she inquires as she peers down at the fruit. 

“Don’t really give a shit. Jus’ get both,” he grumbles out, seemingly all too aware of his surroundings—antsy to get out of the store already. 

“That’s not very helpful,” she complains quietly, deciding on the green ones before pushing the shopping cart forward with Rafe close behind.  

And she’s all too preoccupied with picking out what she wants for breakfast when all of a sudden, he grabs her face in his big palms and presses his lips against hers.  

It causes her to let out a surprised noise that gets swallowed up by him as he slots their mouths together—her entire body tensing up in response to him pushing her against the shelves that display different types of bagels. 

Momentarily, she’s disconcerted, doesn’t remember the last time she’s been kissed like this; all rough and inconsiderate. And maybe that’s why she’s beginning to feel light-headed—every coherent thought wiped away because him kissing her makes absolutely no sense. Therefore, she doesn’t even realize she’s reciprocating the kiss before her distracted mind stirs awake and soon enough, she’s pulling away with creased brows. 

“What the—”  

However, she’s interrupted by the hollow of his hand plastering over her mouth.  

“Shut up,” he hisses lowly, eyes alarmed and shoulders tense.  

And she’s about to protest before he nods towards a couple of officers a few feet away from them, apparently having just passed them. They’re strolling through the aisle leisurely, chatting freely and not paying them any mind because why would they do anything except roll their eyes at a lovey-dovey couple making out next to the organic whole wheat toast?  

Oh. She can’t believe she didn’t notice them—coming to the conclusion that if she was the one running from the cops, she wouldn’t last a day. Before her brain has the chance to catch up and command her to scream for help though, she feels the barrel of his gun poking at her chest, forcing the desperate pleads to die out on her tongue.  

She stares into threatening larimar and blinks—far too frightened to even inhale too loud. Neither of them move until the policemen have rounded the corner, leaving her and Rafe the only people standing in the bread aisle. 

And he doesn’t think too much of the kiss, simply a means for him to stay under the radar. However, her head turns into a blank piece of paper, not able to say a word until they’re walking the grass-covered steps to her threshold.

“Why would you do that?” she’s fuming while he locks the front door. 

“Was just tryin’ not to blow my cover, calm down,” he grumbles, setting down the grocery bags.  

“By kissing me?” she snaps in exasperation.  

“Yeah, well there wasn’t exactly time to think about anythin’ else,” he seems so nonchalant about all of this, as if he doesn’t care one bit. And she figures he doesn’t because it seems that for him it’s the most tedious thing in the world to consider other people’s feelings for even one second.  

Maybe she didn’t want him to kiss her, of all things—didn’t want him to make the muddy thoughts brewing beneath the surface of her sanity any louder than they already were. Because despite how hard she’s trying to convince herself that him shoving her around and walking around her house as if he owns it doesn’t affect her, it wouldn’t change the fact that something about his dominating presence is slowly but surely making her grow curious.  

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she drops her keys to the ceramic bowl in the hallway before walking towards the living room—wanting to put as much distance between them as possible in order to have some space to think.  

“I mean, s’not like you seemed to mind too much, you kissed me back, remember?” he points out, his heavy footsteps following her.  

“I was just…in shock, okay?” she turns around, voice loud and frustrated. 

“Don’t fuckin’ raise your voice at me,” he warns her, low and gravelly, making her shiver.  

“And if you were just in shock, then why are you blushing right now, hm?” he takes a step closer, too close. 

“I’m— I’m not blushing,” she tries to deny.

“You’re a shit liar, you know that?” he chuckles, seemingly amused. “Bet you liked me kissin’ you, hm? Just bein’ too much of a stubborn bitch to admit that.”  

Her dumbfounded eyes stare at him in silence because she doesn’t know what she’s supposed to say to that.  

“Usually not into whiny pups but should just fuck some sense into you so you’d wipe that stupid pout off your face, yeah?” he chuckles, looking at her with something devilish glimmering in the aquamarine of his eyes.  

“You’re a fucking psycho!” the accusation escapes her before she has the chance to stop it. She regrets it immediately when he harshly grabs her jaw between rough fingertips—mushing her cheeks together and making her teeth bite into the gummy walls of her mouth.  

“What did you just call me?”    

“Didn’t— didn’t mean to, m’sorry,” her frightened eyes widen.  

“Yeah? You’re sorry?” he dryly laughs in her face, finding entertainment in her torment. She’s about to apologize again when he speaks up once more. “You, uh, you gon’ make it up to me then?” 

The words refuse to form in her mouth.

“Cause you know what I think? I think this fuckin’ psycho orderin’ you around like a puppy gets you wet, huh? You don’t think I’ve seen the way you look at me?” he finally lets go of her jaw, tall frame towering over her. 

“I—what’re you…” she’s unable to move, trepidation creeping up her spine along with an odd form of intrigue making her respiration grow labored because he’s not exactly wrong.  

“Should we check?” he raises his brows.

“What— what are you doing?” she tries to take a hesitant step back, albeit uselessly when her back bumps against the wall. 

“That’s not a no,” he tilts his head, mocking her. And then he’s pushing his hand into her pants, past the waistband of her panties and feeling her out—fingertips finding the stickiness already there, causing her to let out a surprised gasp at the sudden pressure.

“Huh, look at that. Should’ve known you were a horny fuckin’ bitch when I first saw those stupid fake scared eyes, talking ’bout some ‘Rafe m’sorry please don’t hurt me I’ll do anything’ shit,” he raises his pitch to an overly girlish squeak, meant to patronize her—yet somehow, she can’t contain the whimper when he swipes a thumb over her clit.  

“Bet you’d like that though, wouldn’t you? If I hurt you, roughed you up a little, hm?” his heady breaths tickle her lips and it kindles a blaze deep in her tummy—arousing something novel, strange, unfamiliar. 

“Rafe…” she manages out, head spinning.  

“Tha’s right, say my fuckin’ name,” he’s chuckling as a digit slips down to prod at her opening before slowly pushing in—causing a faint whine to leave the gaps of her teeth. 

“So fuckin’ tight—been a while, huh? Not gonna lie been a while for me too…with all this shit with the cops haven’t exactly had the time to get my cock wet, you know? S’getting a bit frustrating, if m’being honest,” he rumbles mindlessly, too lost in inspecting her reactions to his fingers playing with her cunt to care about what he’s saying.  

She doesn’t respond—doesn’t think she’s physically able to when his thumbs over her swollen clit, leaving her dazed because she knows this is wrong, it’s so wrong yet she can’t deny how good it feels to have him touch her like this.  

“Now that m’thinkin’ about it, don’t think I’ve tried pogue pussy before, you wanna help with that?” his low drawl is nearly hypnotizing—turning her morals more and more hazy by the second before they evaporate into the tension-filled air surrounding them.  

“Rafe…I don’t—” 

“You’re soaked. When’s the last time you got fucked good?” he interrupts her.  

“I don’t...remember,” she mumbles out.  

“Don’t remember? Shit, puppy, no wonder you’re so wound up,” there’s a condescending lilt to his pity, making her whine when he drags his finger out before nudging it back in.  

“The guy I was with wasn’t, um, the best so…didn’t really wanna do it again and stuff,” she timidly admits.  

“You lettin’ a guy who can’t make you come between your legs? Such a shame, but not really surprised those pogue boys don’t know how to fuck—I’ll take care of it though, make you feel good, yeah?” his breathy promises try to coax her to give in. 

“Rafe, I don’t know…”  

“Listen, m’just sayin’…m’probably gonna be here for some time until everythin’ settles ‘n we gotta kill the time somehow, no?”  

“But this is wrong, you—you threatened to kill me,” she reminds him and herself with the remnants of her determination.  

“Yeah, yeah, that wasn’t very…nice, was it? But don’t act like you don’t want this. All m’sayin’ is that you’re the one dripping down my hand right now ‘n really, I’d be doin’ you a favor,” his crooked logic goes unnoticed by her when she slowly blinks up at him. 

“We really shouldn’t—” she’s interrupted by another digit squeezing into her achy cunt, making her moan out at the sudden stretch. 

“Don’t worry your little head over what we should ‘n shouldn’t do, alright? If you’re worried what your pathetic pogue friends might think, I don’t kiss ‘n tell. Can be our little secret, yeah?”

“Rafe, I don’t think we should…” she tries again. 

“Shh. What did I just tell you, hm?” he hushes her with the expanse of his palm pressing against her clit, making her suppress another whimper.  

“Promise to go slow?” she asks without a clue as to why she’s not trying to prevent this. What’s wrong with her?

“Of course,” his conformation doesn’t sound all too veracious when something hungry glints in his eyes.  

“You gon’ let a kook show you what you’re missin’ hm?” he rumbles before he’s pushing her onto the couch and following soon after—mouth sloppy as it molds over her own and tongue warm when it intrudes her mouth, before quick fingers fumble with his belt until he’s tugging on the zipper of his pants, making her eyes flicker down when he takes himself out. 

“You’re so big,” her rounded eyes stare at his cock, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip when she notices how it twitches in his hand in response.  

“Shit, you think it’ll fit?” he wonders out loud before he’s grabbing her hips and dragging her closer with strong arms. 

“I don’t know…” she trails off when he pulls down her shorts by the belt loops before the drippy tip is nudging at her entrance. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit,” he murmurs, and then he’s tucking himself right into her weepy cunt.

She cries out at the overwhelming stretch as she tries to accommodate to his size—thankful he’s not pushing all the way in yet because she already feels so full she’s not sure how she’s supposed to take any more of him.  

“Fuck, you really are a tight little thing, huh? Relax, yeah?” he grunts before his mouth meets her neck, pasting wet kisses and letting the flat of his tongue lave over the sensitive skin there in an attempt to loosen her up. Then, he’s moving lower while his fingers pluck at the straps of her flimsy top—letting her tits out and taking a puffy nipple between his lips.

“Rafe…” 

“What? You want more?” there’s almost a primal urge in the way he pushes in deeper—forcing a loud noise to tumble from the back of her throat when he begins to fill her up to the hilt. 

“There you go, takin’ it like a good fuckin’ puppy, yeah?” he groans against her neck when her nails sink into his back, scratching downwards, sure to leave marks. Then he’s flipping her over onto her stomach with one swift movement before pushing all the way in once more—fitting snugly inside while her walls flutter around him. 

Because of the new angle, his cock is now poking at her insides as he shoves her face into the couch cushions with each jostle of his hips. And he’s not gentle, she’s not even sure he knows what the word means as he keeps stuffing her full over and over again—making her see stars when she can almost feel her orgasm on the tips of her fingers. She feels so good she thinks she’s going to pass out. 

“Such a dirty bitch, aren’t ya? Lettin’ a complete stranger fuck you like this in your own house?” a low chuckle rumbles from his chest as he keeps nudging at the spongy spot inside her while her loud moans echo around the room.

“Should stay here for longer, yeah? Jus’ fuck this tight little cunt whenever I get bored, hm?” he pants, mouthing at her neck while his thrusts begin to grow lazy.

And she has half the mind to agree.

[shinyboomboom]

Agent Tanner Briggs

"Ronnie?"

[flashthescalesian-art]

Fox deserves a lot of good things, but one thing I never see anyone talk about is the fact that he deserves to be cared for by a sweet old lady who basically just treats him like her grandkid. Bonus points if the old lady is a wildly different species from a human.

[higgsbison]

Hahaa what if I told you I went sicko mode after realizing Dracula Daily is happening again and started writing the very obvious Discworld paralel in roughly the same style.

[achilles-rage]

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an older neighbour!donovan rocker drabble fic

series summary: when you move back to your parents’ house for the summer during college, you meet your handsome older neighbour. and he just can’t seem to keep his eyes off of the sweet, pretty daughter of his good friend; your father. it’s going to be a long summer if he keeps having to see you in your pretty pink dresses, but unable to do anything about it.

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[philosians]

you know I fear that we’re getting all these feel good, fluffy, cloud 9 moments with sylus bc infold has every intention of bringing us to tears and heartbreak with tragedy and angst in the coming months :(((( like they’re gonna rip away all our happiness with the main storyline / his story branch

[lights-at-night]

hi everyone do any of you want to know more about the vaguely canon-compliant history i concocted in my head for the saint electric

[inquisimer]

before you can kill the monster (you have to say its name)

In which I lovingly work the nuance from Last Flight into Davrin's Veilguard arc 😌 I adored seeing the characters in the game, but this idea for a more fleshed out resolution for Isseya & Valya seized me as soon as I finished the quest.

✨ read it on ao3 here ✨

Isseya & Valya, Caronel/Valya | Rated T | ch 1/10 | No Warnings When Davrin and Rook reach their final confrontation with the Gloom Howler, they're interrupted by the last person they'd expect. But Valya followed them for a reason, and she won't let them kill Isseya until they know the truth. The whole truth, this time.

[kris-mage-fics]

Wintersun

A short Shepherds of Haven fic that takes place on Wintersun. Some vague spoilers for Chapter 4 and Blade's 5th day off in the Alpha build. Also there's a reference to this bit of a fic I haven't finished, but it's not necessary to understand what's going on.

| Ao3 | rated G | 628 words | Blade/Kyrahlise | under the cut for very light spoilers mentioned above |

"Happy Wintersun," Kyrahlise said as she handed Blade a slim package not much larger than her hand. Neither of them acknowledged the momentary brush of their fingertips.

The gift was neatly wrapped in paper she'd painted with winter berries and small swirls of gold. All tied off with a thin green ribbon salvaged from one of her old dresses. The design was overly flashy for his taste, but she had been too focused on making it pretty and was short on time to repaint something more austere.

Blade raised an eyebrow ever so slightly. "You didn't need to," he said, yet she could've sworn his face softened as his eyes traced the designs on the paper.

Kyrah smiled having anticipated he'd say something along those lines. "I'm aware. But I wanted to and thought you might enjoy it."

He looked up from the gift to meet her eyes. "Did you paint this?" Of course he remembered she painted. While in The Reach he'd fussed at her plenty to not paint outside. He trusted her judgment enough to promote her to Captain after a month, yet the cold was somehow too much. He made absolutely no sense.

"Yes," she said in a light tone.

"It's nice." Did Blade's compliment make her feel happy in a way it probably shouldn't? Yes. But she'd take that to her grave before admitting it to anyone.

"Thank you, though I hope you like what's inside more."

Blade's eyes went back to the present he held delicately. She ignored the strange little feeling in her chest when he untied the ribbon and slipped it into a pocket before carefully unfolding the paper. Underneath was a small book of poetry. "You remembered, thank you."

An unusual wave of nerves washed over Kyrahlise. What if he'd read this collection before and hated it? Well, there was no use worrying about it now that the book was in his hands. "Yes, by one of my favorite contemporary poets. Are you familiar with her work?"

"I'm not."

Her smile was tinted with relief. "I hope you find her poetry to your taste."

There was a upward tilt to his lips as he nodded. Kyrah gathered he was thanking her again, but reading his subtle expressions was like cracking a code.

Not that she needed to decipher anything to understand Blade's kindness. He'd always been considerate and respectful towards her. A sharp contrast to how many Norms treated her after she left the Circle. Like when he'd been livid because of what happened in that damned cave, it had filled her with so much warmth. She'd almost forgotten what it was like to have anyone care about her well-being. It was the catalyst for certain feelings towards him being stirred up. Feelings she accepted existed then politely ignored.

Though a recent incident in his room made her question if Blade was really as indifferent to her as he so often appeared.

When Kyrahlise glanced back up at Blade, his eyes were so gentle as they met hers it brought an instinctive smile to her lips. The first time he looked at her like that was when she learned black was the warmest color of all. The way his gaze slowly traced over her face almost felt like a sweet caress that seemed to stop briefly at her lips. But she was likely imagining things again.

A slight frown passed over his face as his free hand twitched, then clenched against his side. He looked at her another moment, gave a hint of a nod and another quick 'thank you' before turning and walking away. When he was out of earshot she sighed. Maybe one day she'd figure out what was really going on inside that inscrutable head of his.

[normal-about-the-dca]

Moon, bringing his favorite employee a new friend: they like me so much!!!! look how happy they are with their new pet!!! we are best friends :^]

Y/N, writing an incident report, covered in scratches because SOMEBODY decided to throw a live opossum at them: i hate my fucking job

[quibbs126]

Something that’s been bothering me, in Cyberverse Season 1 we hear about the Decepticon cause being made because Megatron wanted to fight against and change the corruption on Cybertron

But like, we never actually saw any of that in the flashbacks. Best you can say is Starscream having a high opinion of himself due to being a jet (or at least that’s what I think was going on? It was something about Starscream and being a jet), but you can also assume Starscream’s just being an ass, not that this is a systemic issue on Cybertron. Outside of that, everyone seems to have been doing fine, they got along and everyone was vibing and having fun, going to Cube games and chilling at Maccadam’s, going out to do some racing on a vacation to Velocitron

I do suppose we were limited to only seeing things that Bee witnessed himself, but he was there for other important events before war was declared, we could have seen some more evidence that things were bad on Cybertron before the war and why Megatron and Optimus were so intent on changing things

As it is, it feels more like telling and not showing, and I don’t really understand why the Decepticon cause was needed in the first place. Well I mean I do, but that’s because I know the story in other continuities, not because Cyberverse told me

And if I can pivot slightly, I feel like this is an issue in other shows as well. Earthspark barely went into the backstory of the war at all, only making vague allusions like the “lower-class” remark and Orion Pax getting the Matrix (which honestly I don’t remember why he got at all and if it was related to the war). And yes, Earthspark was about moving forward after the war, but also the show wanted to portray Decepticons in a more neutral light, allowing them their second chances to do better after the war. Not to mention Megatron switching sides due to realizing how far he’d strayed from his original cause. I don’t feel like telling the Terrans the original causes of the war would be out of question, it makes all the sense. Also if we’re trying to portray the Decepticons as not being pure evil, explaining the horrible conditions that drove them to starting it would do wonders. Megatron is here, he can tell the Terrans with all the correct info if the Autobots can’t

Prime also has this problem, but I’m willing to give it a lot more leeway because it was part of the Aligned continuity, which was made up of more than just this one show, and Transformers Exodus I’m told went into this backstory a lot more. So okay, it’s explained somewhere. Though personally, I wish we went into this backstory a bit more in the actual show, because all I know from it was that Megatron was a gladiator fighting for change, Orion Pax met him and agreed, then they proposed their ideas for change to the Senate and it caused them to split. I don’t actually know why they were fighting for change. Again, I know Exodus did and it was around at the same time as the show, but we don’t all have access to Exodus. And honestly it might be the reason the other shows don’t go into it much either, despite it being the only one with an excuse

Like I think this annoys me because it feels like the shows expect you to know the general backstory so we don’t have to go into it. But you’re supposed to tell us this, especially when this isn’t like Batman or Superman’s origins where everyone knows the backstory of the war

I know what the backstory is, but not because these shows told me. It’s because Emperor Kumquat told me in a YouTube video where he was explaining the Aligned backstory from Exodus, while making the point that people who only watched Prime wouldn’t know all of this. How was I supposed to know this information if I hadn’t?

And to go back to Cyberverse, I can make excuses for Prime and Earthspark; both were set long after the war started and Prime especially didn’t have much reason to go into it outside of what it did. But not only did Cyberverse have the means to show us corrupt pre-war Cybertron vis Bumblebee’s flashbacks in Season 1, it had at least a little leaning to making the Decepticons more sympathetic. They are still for the most part antagonistic, but it did make the point that Optimus originally agreed with Megatron, we had bots on both sides getting along during peace talks and Windblade being angry at Slipstream’s killer, had most of the main threats not be Megatron’s forces that had the two sides forced to team up, and by the latter half of Season 3, had Megatron be more heroic, with him saving the day from the Quintessons and wielding his own Matrix of Leadership, and working to stop the other him that he knows is coming to reclaim his Matrix. They aren’t at Earthspark Season 1’s level, but they weren’t making the Decepticons pure evil either. So I feel like we should really see what it is they were fighting for originally

[hana-no-seiiki]

I wonder how a himbo Yan would be like with a dense but super sociable/golden retriever reader. Like, the reader has a ton of friends and himbo yan is just confused why they feel so agitated whenever they see the reader with them. (Maybe it's their first time feeling jealous over their friends?? Like " no hang out with me >:((( " ) or like Yan himbo feels angry inside when reader calls all their friends their bff.

Sorry this is so long 😓😓 so many ideas

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Bold of you to assume he’d let them even have other friends. You have to constantly reassure him that they’re just acquaintances and he’s your one and only bro. People just swarm around you like flies and he can’t fault either parties. You’re amazing and easy to talk to, of course they’d want a piece of you.

That’s why Yan! Himbo has to be the saran wrap to your tasty ass.

If you reciprocate his touchy, feely attitude then you’d prolly unintentionally ward off potential suitors now that I think about it. That and Yan! Himbo’s burning glare probably put them off.

Yan! Himbo with a black cat reader tho…

[fuckingyrs]

The sound of a body throwing itself onto one of the infirmary cots echoed through the mostly empty room, followed closely behind with a dramatic, but melodic sigh. “Can I say something mean?” 

“Probably not in front of the baby.”

Will groaned, looking up from his pile of patient reports he had been sorting for the past… year. “I hardly think eleven still counts as being a baby.”

Lee, who had been refilling first aid kits for the past two hours, contemplated this for a moment. “Maybe, but that’s besides the point. I’m six years older than you. You’ll always be a baby.”

“I’m going to say something mean. Will, cover your ears.”

“I’m not covering my ears, Taylor. Unlike you, I’m working right now and I need my hands.”

“Oh,” Taylor dragged, a taunt evident in her voice, "someone's grumpy.”

“He’s mad I put him on infirmary duty during arts and crafts.”

“Will, you aren’t good at arts and crafts.” Lee slapped her arm. “And you like working in the infirmary, you are constantly taking my shifts. It’s why I love you.”

Lee slapped her arm again. “Taylor, what the heck.”

Taylor groaned, “Fuck. Just say fuck. I’m begging you.”

“That’s besides the point. I had it with Cecil. We were going to finish our board game.” Will turned to Lee, pointing an accusing finger at him, “You knew this.”

Lee let out a long-suffering sigh and Will almost felt bad for causing a fuss, but really, Lee brought this upon himself. “Taylor, stop pawning off your shifts to Will. Will, stop letting Taylor’s pawn off her shifts to you. Also: I’m sorry about arts and crafts. The last few days have been hectic and I needed your help. I’ll make sure to not schedule you over arts and crafts next week.”

“I’m going to be home next week! Mama is picking me up, remember?”

Lee had the decency to look ashamed when he said, “Heck. I forgot. I’m sorry, Will.”

Taylor got up from her self-designated cot and walked over to Will, ruffling his hair once she was close enough. “I’ll take over the rest of your shift, buddy. You go have fun.”

Will shook his head, “No, it’s okay. I’m already here. Arts and crafts is half-way done anyway. We wouldn’t be able to finish.”

“If you’re sure,” Taylor sighed as she pressed a kiss to his forehead and Will let out a cry of protest because he could feel the lipstick stain there. He tried rubbing it away with his fingers but by the look on Lee’s face and the snickers Taylor was making behind him, he only made it worse.

Lee graciously handed Will a wipe before glaring at their sister. “Taylor, what are you even doing here?”

“I think I made that pretty obvious when I threw myself onto a bed and stated I was gonna say something mean. I came to gossip.”

“You should be at archery right now.”

“Mike was being a piss-baby. He wouldn’t let Josh and I try to hit one another. What’s the point of being in advanced archery if you can’t shoot at your brother? Moving targets!”

“So you left?”

“Yep. I found Silena and she offered to do my nails before I came by.”

Lee pinched the bridge of his nose in a way that resembled an old man at the end of his rope. Will suppressed a giggle at his brother’s anguish as Lee said, “You can’t do that.”

“Do what? My nails?”

“Leave Michael like that.”

“Why? He’s not in charge of me.”

“But I am. And he’s my second in command, so yes he is.”

Taylor groaned, flopping back onto her cot. “One, he’s like three weeks older than me, unfair. And two, none of that is important right now. What is important is that our father was here and didn’t say hi to any of us. Who does that?”

“Our father, apparently.”

Taylor flipped Lee off, showing off her new manicure. It was baby pink, like her lipstick, with a little sun in the center. “He gives those kids a ride, none of them his, and has the audacity to leave before saying hi? Hell, Will over here has never met him. He has time to bring a group of kids to camp, but can’t spare a lousy minute to check in on us? And I can’t say this to Michael or he’ll claim I’m “on the other side”.” Taylor sighed, a faraway look in her eyes. Will had only seen this look on her face a few times before: every time Luke was mentioned. “I’m just tired of feeling abandoned and I’m sick of feeling like it’s bad to think that.”

Lee stepped towards her, a soft, “Tay–” passing through his lips, before she sat up and shook herself out of her stupor.

“Instead of saying hi, he just causes chaos and disappears! He brings Percy back, which is never a good sign. Thalia is driving the sun chariot, and crashes it! Oh, and he brought that new weird kid that keeps bombarding everyone with questions.”

Will saw through the change of topic, and Lee clearly had to as well, but he allowed it to happen. He slapped her on the arm for the third time, “He’s not weird. He’s, like, eight. The kid is just excited. You were excited about camp once upon a time.”

Taylor turned to Will, jerking her head at Lee, “I think he’s finally lost it. When have I ever been excited by anything ever?”

Will grinned, “Yesterday, you beat Madi at Josh’s song quiz and you danced around the cabin for ten minutes.”

Taylor gasped loud and dramatic, clutching at her chest as she fell back onto her cot, chestnut hair falling all over her face in her fall. “William! How dare you accuse me of such things!”

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