#percy is the only one who fully knows what's going on cuz he can speak welsh. imagine him getting all the goss yn gymraeg.

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Reblogging for the morning crowd cuz I posted this at four am when I was sick. Hope u all like!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Arthurian Mythology, Arthurian Mythology & Related Fandoms, Llên a Chrefydd yr Hen Gymraeg | Ancient Welsh Religion & Lore Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bedivere/Kay (Arthurian), Gawain & Arthur Pendragon, Dinadan & Gawain (Arthurian Myth), Gawain & Percival (Arthurian Myth), Gawain & Lancelot du Lac (Arthurian), Gawain/ OC Tristan/OC Characters: Gawain (Arthurian Myth), Original Female Character(s), Arthur Pendragon, Kay (Arthurian Myth), Bedivere (Arthurian Myth), Tristan (Arthurian Myth), Percival (Arthurian Myth), Original Male Character(s), Dinadan (Arthurian Myth) Additional Tags: References to Abuse, arthur is not a nice man so sorry to any arthur fans, gawain is a sub, it me back again to welsh things up, i may have burned myself out over this so like ahhhh!, kay and bedivere are husbands u cannot convince me otherwise, tristan is as tristan does (annoy gawain flirt and play the harp) Summary:

It’s simple enough,��� Gawain’s uncle had said as they’d strolled through one of Camelot’s many dimly lit corridors late at night, his grip on Gawain’s arm unyielding even as he’d hissed painfully. “We go under a banner of peace.Their walls are thick, unassailable, and so we cannot reach them outright. Therefore we must be sneaky.”

When Gawain embarks on a quest to Cantre'r Gwaelod, the legendary Welsh kingdom by the sea, alongside his uncle and five other knights he imagined it’d be fairly simple.

Ah, how wrong he was.

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idk if you're still accepting prompts but "Who needs a guardian angel when you can have a half-decent demon?" for percabeth cuz I'm fascinated on how you'd spin this

Fuck. 

That’s the only thought in Percy’s mind as he watches the gun point at his chest. Not the most provoking or deep thought, sure, but he doesn’t really think that he’s to blame for that when his life is in mortal peril. The man holding the gun is scowling as if this is simply one of many inconveniences he’s had to deal with today. Considering the fact that Percy just found hard evidence that this man traffics human beings, that mindset is unfortunately probably pretty close to the truth. 

Fuck is right.

He watches as the gun recoils as the man’s finger presses down on the trigger. And then Percy’s on the ground, dazed and head aching from bouncing on the hard wood floor. Somebody’s speaking calmly, and it takes Percy a moment to fully register that first, he hasn’t actually been shot anywhere, and second, that there’s a woman standing in front of the man who had just tried to kill him, unarmed and beautiful. 

“You’re going to drop that weapon and turn yourself into the police.” She makes some sort of hissing sound, and the man instantly pales. “Isn’t happy with you going behind his back and trying to make more money for yourself. Especially in such a sloppy, unsavoury way.” Her voice practically drips with disdain.

Percy watches in fascination as the man she’s talking to swallows. Hard. “So then I guess you actually have two options. Turn yourself in and enjoy a quiet couple of decades in prison, or,” and there’s that hissing sound again, “gets to have some fun.” 

And that’s the last thing Percy hears before the pain at the back of his skull grows too intense and he blacks out. When he wakes up, he’s back at his apartment, laying on his couch. He feels completely fine, well-rested even, and he might honestly have thought it was all a dream except for that same woman currently watching him from across the room, sitting quietly on one of his living room chairs. 

They stare at each other for a long moment. 

“Are you going to kill me?”

She laughs. “No.”

“Are you, like, what then? My guardian angel or something?” 

This only makes her laugh harder. It’s endearing, even as the warning bells ringing in the back of his mind get louder. He ignores them.

“Who needs a guardian angel when you can have a half-decent demon?” The woman—demon?—smirks. “And I’m more than half-decent, Percy.”

At the sound of his name, his spine stiffens. “It seems a bit unfair that you know my name, and I don’t know yours. You know, considering the fact that you kidnapped me and broke into my apartment.” 

“You don’t sound very afraid.” 

“Should I be?”

At this, she blinks, and he distantly recognizes that it’s the first time he’s seen her do that. “No.” A pause. “You can call me Annabeth. My... boss isn’t thrilled that I saved your life, so I’m going to stick around for a bit to ensure he doesn’t decide to waste my time and effort just to kill you out of some pointless desire to bring balance back to the world.” Percy can actually hear the air quotes around that last bit. 

“Okay.” There’s something more behind her words, but Percy really doesn’t think he should be pushing his luck right now. “I have so many questions.”

“So do I. I want to learn as much as I can before I actually need to go back.” Her face lights up as she grins at him. “And you’re going to help me.”