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[chrisevansonly]

Okay friends I need some help:

Anyone with severe anxiety definitely understands how debilitating it can be and how controlling it feels. I’ve had anxiety my entire life, and only recently has my social anxiety skyrocketed.

I have in person classes Thursday nights and Friday afternoons aka today. My Thurs night classes have been online recently because my prof is an Attorney and is away for trials until after next week.

I have a class this afternoon at 2:35 and have been straight panicking since I woke up today. I have missed the last 3 weeks due to migraines + anxiety and panic attack episodes and i’ve been so so fortunate to have a professor willing to accommodate for me.

But I feel horrible and I can’t not keep going to class even if he’s allowing me to stay home, so i’m trying to journal right now to relieve some of the tension, but if anyone has any advice they can throw my way I would greatly appreciate it💗

- rue

[faerunsbest]

@tealfling

i forgot about eldora

and rue doesnt know whats going on to begin with

[prophets-of-the-barrens]

Hello Prototype, I hope this letter finds you in good health. For distinction purposes, I am not your true sister. Rather, I am a sister of you from another iteration of this world, with perhaps some difference. Pretty strange to think about! But I'm sure you already knew the gist of it. From what I have gleamed, you have been in this medium for longer than me. Perhaps this interaction between us is not novel. I write this letter because... frankly, things haven't been very exciting here. Even between my own brothers, our conversations overseas have been sparse, and I have been quite lonely for some time. This may border on intrusive, but I figured writing a letter to you will soothe my loneliness, even if you are not truly my brother. Regardless, I hope this letter reaches safely to you, and I wish you and your siblings a safe greetings. Take care of your me! Signed, @the-tamed-fox

[Hello Rue,

It is rather nice to encounter a familiar face in this medium. It comes both as a surprise, although still expected to some extent, that not many other iterations of either of us have reached this place. I hope these letters allow us to keep in touch.

This world is in an eventful period, contrary to yours. Please do not concern yourself with it. I can elaborate if you wish, but it is not my main intent with these letters. Your counterpart is already busy with the matter.

I am curious about your situation as well. What can you tell me about your world? How are you and your siblings doing? And what is this loneliness like? The... Rue I know enjoys being near other people in the city, I assume this to be your case as well. So what happened?

Signed,

-Prototype]

[targaryenluvs]

Would you consider writing a part 3 to the luke x clarisse x reader? I don't like either of those characters but you really had me oh my goodness

hi love, i’m not so sure i would, rather than continuing on other fics i’d rather write new ones ❤️ but seriously honoured to have made you like them!

[malwarechips]

minecraft server for all the oneshot characters

[kayleighjennifer]

Caught (Alexia Putellas x reader)

⚠️smut implied⚠️

Today was the day, you’re travelling to Australia for the second World cup match. Everyone was pumping and excited. Music was blasting through the bus while you sat in the back, chatting with your girlfriend. Alexia was, of course, sad that she’d miss playing internationally again but being able to watch you play lifted her mood.

“Aww what are you smiling at?” Katie McCabe, your twin sister asks you as she slides next to you. The girls didn’t know about your relationship. Even thought Alexia was the reason for your transfer from Arsenal, leaving your friends and twin sister behind, you decided to keep it private.

Some were guessing that you’re in a relationship but you shrugged everyone off. You feel bad lying to your family but you know how they’d react. Katie didn’t exactly dislike Alexia, but the fact how good the balon d’or winner is, made Katie jealous.

You put your phone away and just shrug. “Just saw a meme about Rue and you, you know”. Katie and you were completely opposites. You were a ray of sunshine, nice to everyone, never loosing your temper and only having clean tackles somehow. Katie on the other hand could seem a wee bit arrogant to strangers and of course short tempered.

“Are you sure, or are you chatting with the girl you laid a few days ago”. Katie smirks as she watch you blush. “Uh what?” It was no secret that you were sleeping with someone, your neck was often decorated with hickeys and you’d sweat the concealer off during training but you thought you did a pretty decent job.

“Don’t act all innocent now. You weren’t exactly quiet and she definitely left some marks. Not gonna lie, I always thought you’d be a top but you know those bruises on your legs and hips say something different”. By now you were nearly red like a tomato. “I’m sorry”.

Besides both of you, Katie was the outgoing and confident one and you the quiet one, often watching from far and only being loud around people you feel comfortable with. “Don’t say sorry, you deserve some fun, but try not to get HIV or something with how many people you sleep with”. Katie’s comment make you choke out.

She finally leaves you alone and you quickly tell your girlfriend about the situation, who seems very amused about the situation. You play some music to focus on the important game but one message from La Reina leaves you completely aroused and flustered. “Katie will have some more marks to talk about tomorrow. She’ll see how you let me do everything to do and how much of a dirty slut you are for me<3”

Ruesha sees the way you’re looking at your phone and nudges Katie. “Look at the way your little baby twin looks at her phone. She’s definitely sexting with someone”. Katie looks over to you and sees your grin. “Yep, we gotta find out with whom. She still thinks that we think, that she’s just sleeping around. Do you think it’s someone from Barcelona?” Ruesha looks at Katie and nods.

“Probably, but we’ll find out soon. I have a plan”

When you finally step out onto the pitch, you don’t feel nervous. You feel ready to win the first match and haven’t been more motivated in your whole life before. It might be because of the love of your life who’s watching you from the family stands. You wanted to make not only her proud, but also yourself.

You start warming up with the others, enjoying the weather and the phenomenal atmosphere. You’ve never played in front of that many people internationally. During water break, you search for Alexia’s hazel eyes. The world seems to stay still when you lock eyes with her. You don’t notice how Katie and Rue exchange knowing looks, but are not able to find the person, who’s making your heart jump every time you feel her presence.

“Attention, you’re drooling”. Rue smirks next to you, making you blush. “shut up, I’m not”.

You make your way into the locker room, starting to get a bit nervous. Katie hugs you and tries to calm you down. After prep talk and changing into the right tricot you’re standing in the tunnel.

You try to loosen up a little bit and secure your ponytail for the thousand time. “We’ll smash it”. Katie smirks.

The first 20 minutes were intense. Hard tackles from both sides and no goals. You feel everyone getting frustrated but you somehow remind calm.

It was in the 34th minutes when Katie beautifully passes you the ball and you’re one vs one with the Australian goalkeeper. You were sure that you would get the ball in, but the goalkeeper had other plans, sliding into your left ankle.

She lands on top of you, knocking the wind out of your body. Thankfully nothing serious happened, besides Ireland getting a penalty. In your past year with Barcelona you’ve become one of the best penalty takers so you took the one as well.

You feel all eyes on you but only focus on the ball and the goal. You lock eyes with the goalkeeper, breath in and out and shoot the ball into the right corner. The Australian goalkeeper doesn’t have a single chance against your shot.

Your teammates storm to you, tightly hugging you. You wink at Alexia and use your tricot to swipe away the sweat, teasing her a little bit.

Much to your dismay, there are many goal chances for your side but no one wants to get in.

It’s half time break, which is spent by prep and tactical talks in the changing rooms and a little bit of joking. Ireland has the most ball possession which makes you feel secure.

The second half isn’t any different, your goal being the only one this game. You feel incredibly proud, being able to represent your country like this. All the self doubt from the last years suddenly vanishing, all the pain feeling worth it. You party a bit with the girls, thanking the fans for travelling all the way to Australia and doing a quickly post match interview.

You can’t wait to see your girlfriend. You haven’t been able to have sex with Alexia for two days, wanting to be 100% fit for the game. Sex with Alexia was intense and always leaves you trembling.

Just as you were walking into the changing room, your media manager stops you and lets you know, that you have to attend the press conference in twenty minutes. You groan in annoyance but don’t have any chance to say no.

“Gotta attend the press conference, you don’t have to wait for me. I’ll take the bus back to the hotel”. Alexia and you have planned to drive back to the hotel together and celebrate. “No worries, I’ll wait for you cariño. You did amazing, but the next time don’t tease that much;)”. Her message makes you blush. This was your first real relationship, so you mainly let Alexia take the lead and never tease but in the past weeks you’ve become even more comfortable and sassy. “Huh? What are you on about? But I hope you enjoyed the game”

By now all the other girls are in the changing room but you don’t seem to notice them, being completely concentrated on the conversation with the spanish midfielder. “I really did cariño. Can’t wait to show you how much. You will arrive before me, I want you waiting in the baby blue lace set in the bed. You deserve to be celebrated”. You feel all wobbly and happy.

Katie of course sees it and snatches your phone away from you. “Katie! What are you doing? Give me my phone back” You quickly panick and Katie smirks, reading the messages you exchanged. Thankfully Alexia has the sunset with you kissing as her profile picture so you’re not able to see the face. “Oho, Y/N is getting laid guys, in her baby blue lace bra by someone who’s called Corazón. Wait is that even a name?” You blush and hide your face in your hands.

“Corazón means heart in Spanish”. Olivia laughs and Emma just shakes her hand and takes your phone from Katie’s hand and gives it back to you. You quietly thank her and pack your things, escaping to the press conference. “We can just cuddle up and watch some criminal minds if you’re not in the mood” Alexa grows worried that you haven’t answered her yet.

“I’m sorry, Katie snatched my phone and read the messages out loud. Thankfully no one saw that it was you, but it was so embarrassing. I’m up for both<3” You answer her during the press conference, happily smiling.

“I’m sorry for embarrassing you in front of your teammates cariño, it wasn’t my intention” Your smile grows wider and you quickly answer. “It’s not your fault. It’s only your fault that I’m very turned on by now and still gotta answer stupid questions instead of being under you”. A reporter’s voice gets your attention. “Why are you smiling at your phone? Is there someone special in your life at the moment?”. These kinds of questions were your least favourite and the others usually knows it.

“My country just won with my goal, so I guess I can smile without having to have a relationship”. You answer shortly and take big sips of your water. Your phone lights up with one of alexia’s texts. “You look so hot when you’re annoyed love”. You bite your lip to contain your smile.

After long 30 minutes, you’re finally free to go and see Alexia in the parking lot. You hug each other for a solid moment, just enjoying each others presence. “You did so great amore”. Alexia says with the heavy accent you love.

You snuggle up to her and smile adoringly at her. “Thank you, did it just for you”. Alexia gives you a kiss into your nose making you giggle. “Oh yeah? Well then get inside so that we can celebrate properly”. You nod and make your way inside the car.

You spend the drive to the hotel talking about the game and the teasing from your teammates. “I’ll drop you off at the hotel. I need to pick something up. And remember what I’ve told you.” Alexia reminds you and you nod, giving her along goodbye kiss.

You were very excited as you make your way upstairs, getting inside your hotel room where you quickly take a shower and change into the lingerie set, Alexia loves so much. You slightly curl your hair and put on some natural makeup.

You were lost in your thoughts about what might happen, so that you don’t notice Alexia arriving. Only when she leaves light kisses on your neck. “God, you’re so beautiful. So perfect. Just for me”. You nod at her, moaning quietly.

You loved the way Alexia made you feel and you love it even more to show it. “I have a present for you. Close your eyes cariño” She says lovingly and you do as you’re told. You feel something cold hit your neck and her hands are lingering on your neck. She turns you around so that you’re facing her. You feel the weight of a necklace on your neck and Alexia presses a kiss on, what you guess, the pendant. “Can I open my eyes” You ask excited, making Alexia laugh.

“Mhm, look at you beautiful”. You blush and turn to the mirror. “Wow, Alexia it’s so beautiful. Thank you so much”. It’s a golden necklace, with a heart pendant. It’s decorated with tiny diamonds and if you look closely, you see that there’s ‘Alexia+Y/N’ engraved. “Open it”.

The Spaniard looks at you excited and you open it. There is the first picture of you two ever took with Nala and on the other side it’s the day and time engraved where you got together.

You feel a tear leaving your face but you don’t care at all. “It’s so pretty. Thank you honestly so much. I have never seen something this beautiful before.” Alexia smiles happily and hugs you from behind.

“Glad that you like it amore”. Alexia suddenly starts to suck on your favourite spot under your ear, definitely leaving a hickey.

You cling onto Alexia’s arms, her action sending shivers down your body. “Mhm, you like it?” You feel the smirk and just nod.

Alexia continues the assault on your body, leaving marks everywhere and telling you every time how pretty you are. You’ve moved to the bed and Alexia lost her clothes on the way to the bed too.

“Alexia please”. You look at her with your puppy eyes, sounding very needy. “What? Should I touch your drenched pussy?” She knows the answer but still wants to hear it from you. “Yes please.” You shakily breathe out. “Your wish is my command”.

With out anymore teasing, Alexia works on your clit, making you a moaning mess. You’re nearly reaching your climax when there’s suddenly a knock on the door. “How’s that?” Alexia asks annoyed and you just shrug, pushing Alexia back onto you.

“I don’t care, the person can come back later”. You start to make out with Alexia again and she starts fingering you. The both of you are so lost in your own world that you don’t notice your sister unlocking the door with the spare keycard you gave her.

“Are you fucking serious Y/N?”. Alexia and you quickly part away as you look at your sister in shook and ashamed that she caught you fucking your Barcelona captain.

“Omg Katie! Have you ever heard something about privacy?” You quickly give Alexia one of your over sized hoodies and put one on yourself.

“You weren’t answering the door but for real Y/N, you and la reina?” You stand next to Alexia, trying to comfort her, or yourself. “Yes and I love her so just shut up alright?” Your voice sounds annoyed.

“For how long?” She asks and this time Alexia answers. “two years. I’m sorry that we never told you but we never found the right time”. You nod in agreement.

“So you’re not just fucking my sister. You’re loving her back right?” Alexia quickly nods. “I love her more than I’ve loved anyone else”. You blush and look down at Alexia.

“Well, I’ll let it go this time because you look good in an Ireland hoodie. But I don’t want to see you guys fuck ever again, alright?” Both of you quickly nod.

[psychesalcove]

❝ camp half blood is a sanctuary for us, demigods.

hello, fellow percy jackson fans!! this is my guildlines for pjo characters, such as who i'll write, trops i'll do, etc. the pjo community on here seems amazing and extremely nice, so i hope that i can become apart of it!! im a newish writer, my main way of knowing how to write is from other fanfiction lmao. Sooo, I hope my writing isn't that bad!!

i'm currently a junior in highschool (but on summer break as of now), i'm from washington, but currently living in colorado!! Also, my cabin is 20, which is hecate, goddess of pathways and magic (which im assuming you know already, nerd). Anyway, enough about me, let's get into my guildlines!!

₊ ⊹ characters i will write for:

percy jackson

annabeth chase

grover underwood

leo valdez

piper mclean

frank zhang

hazel levesque

nico di angelo

jason grace

will solace

clarrise la rue

luke castellan

lester papadopoulos

octavian

If you would like any other character, message me and I'll see if I can write for them! i just know these characters better than others, so i feel more confident writing for them!:3

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₊ ⊹ things i will not write:

self harm and or suicide

rape

anything nsfw

I will write basically anything other than listed above, so feel free to request!

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₊ ⊹ disclaimers:

english is not my first language, so if you see any grammer errors, i apologize in advance!

i would love to build a community of my own, so feel free to message me just to chat about anything!

it might take me time to write things, i'm currently in highschool — which is like having a full time job 😭

i tend to write as a college au, so if you don't want that, please specify!!

my requests go in waves of being open and closed, so please read the message on my ask button to make sure that requests are open!! however, if you just want to chat or send a non request message, feel free to write to me!

other than this, i can't think of anything else to list so feel free to request away!

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[lordmartiya]

Day 3 for the Lilanette Week... And the moment their relationship starts getting "interesting". Also featuring someone with common sense and Adrien's darker side.

Day 3: Bodyswap

Lila couldn’t complain of her new “romantic situation”. Sure, quite a few classmates believing their enmity had been just pigtail pulling was irritating, and she should have seen Luka getting Akumatized (though that one had immediately changed targets thanks to the Gorilla showing her a chat of the fan club where they had been planning to kidnap Marinette and her until their relationships became public. Ladybug and Chat Noir took their sweet time intervening), but now she had peace. And attention for all the right reasons, without needing to lie her ass off. And somehow she had ACTUALLY become friends with Marinette. And was starting to consider that maybe Ladybug was actually sincere in her regret for their first encounter and wasn’t stalking her by passing over her roof every other day (though it was a week since she last passed there, right the day she had told Marinette about that).

“I had never been at this cafè.” Marinette admitted as she enjoyed the place she had brought her to for their date.

“Of course. We live in Place des Vosges, and I myself wouldn’t come often as far as Rue de Varenne if I didn’t have.” Lila replied. “Maybe next time you’ll show me some place in the Triangle or Belleville?”

Before Marinette could answer they heard a weird laugh and saw a blue light, and suddenly Lila was looking at herself sporting Marinette’s weirded out face. As the other her started freaking out with Marinette’s body language, Lila looked down, saw Marinette’s shirt for the date (a yellow Tang suit with white frog buttons. Lila would never admit it, but she was jealous of her date’s variety. Or everyone else’s), and realized that yes, the latest Akuma just body swapped them.

“Oh. Could you pass me my phones?” Lila said, taking the change in stride. “It’s not like I don’t trust you, but one of them is embassy issued and I’m not legally allowed to let anyone else have it outside emergency situations.”

“How can you be so CALM?!” Marinette exclaimed.

“Because it’s going to be back to normal in minutes? I mean, all that guy can do is swap bodies, so when Ladybug and Chat Noir arrive they’ll get swapped, maybe Chat Noir will make a tasteless joke, then he’ll summon a Lucky Charm, Ladybug will come up with something to make Rube Goldberg proud and defeat the Akuma, and everyone will be back in their bodies wondering why our local terrorist thought it was a good idea.”

Marinette looked at her even MORE spooked, for some reason. Clearly she didn’t expect her to have such faith in Ladybug’s victory, as if the defeater of Volpina and Chameleon could lose against such an Akuma. Whatever, Lila needed her embassy-issued phone and couldn’t wait. Thus she put her hand into Marinette’s purse to exchange phones and- What the hell was that? It looked like some weird plushie, but the consistency of the cloth and filling was wrong. And it looked like the magic surveillance drones she had spotted surveilling the school for Ladybug and Chat Noir to alert them of the next Akumatization. Or maybe it wasn’t a drone?

Not expecting much, Lila removed Marinette’s earrings, the ones she always wore… And the red thing flew into them, turning them red with five black dots each.

“Well, this explains a lot.” Lila said as she forced herself to not act rashly.

It was a good choice, as it allowed her to realize that yes, Ladybug had meant the apology, and no, she wasn’t stalking her. With that in mind, she left the Miraculous on the table and rose up.

“We should talk about this once we’re back in our bodies. I’ll wait you at your home.” She said as she stood up.

As she waited to get her body back tied up to a chair, Lila at least enjoyed the show. As expected Marinette had taken some precautions, namely warn Alya (who had recently been told of Ladybug’s secret), resulting in Rena FURTIVE patrolling the city for her and her sister Anansi (Nora Cesaire on her ID, but she knew Muay Thai culture well enough to use the ring name) waiting for her at Chemin Vert station and marching her to an unused massage parlor before calling for her sister.

And confiscating the Fox Miraculous as soon as she arrived, resulting in a hilarious discussion that only ended when Ladybug arrived in Lila’s body (and Lila didn’t know what was more embarrassing seeing herself into, a suit that was basically painted on or one so PLAIN) and restored everyone to their body, timing it for the transformation to drop.

“Sit there, Red.” Anansi told Lila pointing to the nearby empty chair, and then tied her up. Then turned to Marinette, still tied up, and said: “Baguette, what were you THINKING?! Already you gave a Miraculous to my reckless little sister-“

“Hey!”

“-and now you do it again with her identity exposed?! You benched that closeted cosplayer for the same reason!”

“Who?” Marinette asked. So she didn’t know.

“Chloè Bourgeois, most of her outfits are actually copied from Spiderman characters.” Lila explained. “And I may be wrong, but from what I’ve heard the trigger for Miracle Queen was you benching her for having her identity known and then going and getting Ryuko back into battle after she TOLD her identity to the enemy like some stereotypical samu-she’s Kagami-kun, isn’t she?”

Marinette blushed. Alya pinched her forehead. Anansi facepalmed, and Lila would have done the same if she could.

“That’s it, you’re reworking the team with me and Red, we’ve got the most common sense here.” Anansi demanded. “And you’re giving her the Fox Miraculous, with all her gaslighting she’ll be better that li’ sis’.”

“WHAT!” came Alya’s protest.

“How can I trust her? There’s hints she’s working with Hawk Moth.” Marinette replied as she stood up – when did she untie herself?

“Only occasionally, based on the idea I could get my clearly misplaced revenge and knowing it would end with him begging for death.” Lila admitted.

“How? He’s got superpowers and could revoke the Akumatization in a moment.”

“Look in my purse, there’s what I call the Agony Spray.”

Alya grabbed the purse, took out the spray can, and then, with a look of pure horror mirrored on the others after they saw what was written on it, demanded to know what was Lila thinking.

“It was my dad’s idea. He’s a major asshole.” was the explanation.

“Still no reason to give you a Miraculous.” Marinette said.

“You mean aside having renounced all her set up?” Anansi pointed out.

“The what?” asked both Marinette and Alya, with Lila smirking at how Alya would take being apparently outsmarted by her not so astute sister (who, as a martial artist, happened to have the knowledge to realize what Lila had done).

“You think I can just roundhouse kick my opponents? Nope. Those are powerful but slow, and if I were stupid enough to try I’d get punched in the mouth and deserve it. No, it needs to be set up, I need to get the other gal in a position where she can’t punch me, or move away and make me look like an idiot, where she can only take it. THEN I can kick and make them realize their blocks are useless. Same with Red’s ability to use Baguette’s secret identity: Baguette knew she knew, and Red knew that, so she only had until the Akuma fight ended to expose the secret and run to the embassy to escape retaliation… And instead she took the metro and went exactly where she said she’d go, throwing away any chance to pull it off. She can be trusted.”

“Fine. But on one condition.” Marinette said. “We come up with something to convince Chat Noir I shouldn’t have a Miraculous, he’s been quite insistent since I was Multimouse.”

“Just tell him you’re slated for the Butterfly.” That was what Lila believed was the reason Marinette hadn’t received a Miraculous.

Apparently Chat Noir had been more than insistent on giving Marinette a Miraculous, as Lila’s solution made her hug the still tied Italian girl. For some reason, Lila thought the hug was pleasant enough to more than compensate them being toppled…

[chrisevansonly]

seeing everyone else progress, make bit changes, move forward with their lives while you’re still stuck and sinking like a ship is just so frustrating…i’m so happy for everyone moving on but i can’t help but ask myself when it’s gonna be my turn :/

[lady-charinette]

Inconspicuous Meowting - Dinner for Two fic

Its been a long while since I last updated, hope you enjoy! :3

Previously on "Dinner for Two"…

"Hey Plagg! Sorry for being so late, I still had to ask my professor something." Adrien greeted him with a wave and a tired smile, hanging his jacket on the coat rack and placing his bag on the empty chair before walking towards him. "So, anything interesting happen?"

There was this hopeful shimmer in his eyes, the one that told Plagg he was still waiting for Marinette to show up.

He almost felt guilty for lying. "Nope, nothing, just some cranky old lady eating her breakfast. Her teeth fell out so she had to leave, good thing you didn't see that. Gonna give me nightmares for weeks, ugh."

Plagg stuck his tongue out, rolling his chair out of the way so Adrien could take a seat at his desk, chuckling. "Don't be like that Plagg, I can't wait to see the day you grow all old and bald with your dentures in a glass."

"Ha, ha, very funny kid." Plagg playfully kicked Adrien's chair, causing him to rotate in circles. The model only laughed and Plagg discreetly shoved the slip of paper that peeked out back in his pocket.

Plagg walked the streets of Rue de Marseille, weaving through the sea of people, bumping shoulder after shoulder until he finally spotted her.

It was difficult to not notice her, Plagg admitted she was easy to spot (and on the eyes); her auburn, wavy locks framing her visage gave her an air not many other Parisians have. She lacked the cynical, world-weary countenance of the majority of Parisians…or perhaps just him.

"Miss Reporter?"

Alya turned and, even though she never saw Plagg before, she somehow seemed to know who he was. "You must be the talking cat." She spat with all the friendliness of a mafia mother about to torture a guy who hurt her family.

Scratch that, she regularly soaked in bath bombs of cynicism and world-weariness.

Plagg gave her a lazy grin. "From 2-9 pm anyway." He motioned towards a vacant bench near a fountain. "Let's sit, this is gonna take a while."

Alya already had her notepad out, a true reporter. "I'm all ears, pussycat."

"If you start calling me that, I'll leave." Plagg groaned, rolling his eyes at the mischievous look the reporter shot him. "Do you have the photo?"

Alya fished around in her jacket and procured two photos, one which she concealed from his view, the other a photo with two people on it. One was Marinette, smiling at a man.

A familiar one.

A stone sunk to the bottom of Plagg's stomach when he carefully glanced over the photo. "…Does he work at the university?"

Alya rose an eyebrow curiously. "Yeah, he's a professor there, why? Wait, how did you know that?" her gaze narrowed suspiciously. "Hold on, does Chat Noir attend university, too? Marinette's university?"

Plagg shook his head. "No but… there are people we know who do." Plagg nodded at the picture. "This guy is a playboy, likes to charm the young ladies in the first year. He attended some lectures at Chat Noir's uni and did the same shtick there too."

Alya dug her nails into her knee. "So, he's a serial loser! I knew something didn't match the energies!"

Crossing his arms and leaning back against the bench, Plagg shot her a look. "…You detect energies? Is that your other gig?"

Alya rolled her eyes. "No. I detect my best friend's energy! Her juju was way off with that guy!"

"…Her juju?"

"Her countenance."

"I'm too old for this."

"Shut up, you're maybe 10 years my senior. Anyway, Marinette thinks this guy is her or uh, your cat?" Plagg firmly shook his head. "Cool. Cool. I had a bad feeling from the stories she told me and how differently he behaved in and out of the restaurant. My other theory was we had a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde situation on our hands."

With a snort, Plagg rolled his eyes until he spied the other photo in Alya's hand. "Care to share with the class, miss reporter?"

"Alya. And yes… this. This is what made me seek you out in the first place. I'm worried for Marinette."

Alya finally turned the picture around and a shiver raced down Plagg's spine.

A lone figure stood outside the building where the last fashion gala took place, his side profile was visible but he wore a hat, so it hid most of his features.

"You think this is the same guy? Was he spying on pigtails?"

"Marinette. And I don't know, I can't say for sure, but a friend of mine who's also a reporter took a picture of the building to capture the lightshow and caught him in it too."

Plagg raised a curious brow. "And what makes you so sure he's waiting on our girl?"

"My girl. If I can get the brightness higher, I think the shirt he's wearing is one from campus or one he often wears. And since he kept pestering Marinette for more dates, I think it's a safe bet he isn't there for the models. Besides, this just screams 'creep'."

"Genius, really. Wearing something recognizable." Plagg's comment caused Alya to smirk.

"I bet Chat Noir wears embarrassingly recognizable clothes too."

Plagg laughed. "Nah, the kid's smarter than that."

Adrien sneezed, pulling the strings to his black hoodie tight.

Nino glanced at him in bewilderment, "Dude, are you catching a cold already? We still have warm weather." Spying the ridiculously large cat ears attached to the black hoodie, Nino discreetly glanced around them at students going in and out of the university building who shot Adrien amused glances. "And… did you have to wear your cat hoodie to uni? The ears are ridiculously huge, man."

Adrien's eyebrows furrowed, shooting a disapproving glance at his best friend. "Nobody who wears a baseball cap all year around judges my fashion senses, dude."

Nino rolled his eyes, protectively adjusting his cap, running his fingers over the fuzzy material. "They make these for winter too, in my defense."

Adrien laughed, slinging an arm around the DJ. Nino squeezed his waist, the two men laughing as they entered the building.

Adrien's passing thoughts kept circling back to Marinette. Despite Nino's much-appreciated presence and the interesting lecture, he wondered if he would finally see Marinette today at the restaurant.

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Laurels and Labyrinths

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians Rating: Teen Genre: Friendship Characters: Lee Fletcher, Clarisse La Rue, Annabeth Chase, Michael Yew Being paired with Clarisse for Quintus' war game? Not a problem. Annabeth and Percy going missing? A problem. Otherwise known as: the war games in chapter 3 of BOTL from Lee's pov. Once again, I attempt something short and it ends up being rather longer than planned. There is a whole pile of headcanons snuck in here, from Apollo kids getting tired at sundown, to the harpies not attacking Apollo kids because they're the healers and have potential reasons to be out after curfew, and various other things in between. Also the logic that Lee knows about the Labyrinth from being the healer brought in to try and help Chris. Reminder that there’s now a discord server for all my fics, including this one!  If you wanna chat with me or with other readers about stuff I write (or just be social in general), hop on over and say hi!

“Your armour’s crooked, Will.”

“Tha- hey!”

Lee turned around to see Will tilted awkwardly as Michael tugged on the straps, straightening out his breastplate – or what would be straight, once Michael let go and Will could straighten up again.  Will wasn’t much taller than Michael – yet – but it was already enough to be noticeable.  Confident that despite appearances Michael would get Will’s armour sorted out, Lee just allowed himself a small grin at the sight before he turned back to securing his own straps tightly and checking over the rest of his siblings.

Quintus hadn’t said what, exactly, these war games he wanted all the campers armoured up for were, but if it didn’t involve the suspicious crates that had disappeared from the arena during the day, Lee would be very, very surprised.  He knew he wasn’t the only one to think that; most of the confused mutterings he’d overhead since the breakfast announcement had mentioned them at one point or another, until every camper had at least heard about the crates, even the ones that hadn’t seen them.

Lee just hoped that there wasn’t another drakon involved.  He was still tired from chasing off the Aethiopean drakon at three in the morning – it had not wanted to be chased off, either, and if it wasn’t for the protection of the camp borders, Lee was well aware it would’ve tried much harder to kill him and his siblings, rather than just being stubborn to chase off.  He was also aware that Michael was also grumpy from the lack of sleep as well as not being able to kill the creature, and the knowledge that it was almost certainly sent by Luke to scout out their weaknesses.

Well, at least they’d proven that they could still defend their camp, although Lee had his own concerns he hadn’t dared share with any of his siblings.

Clarisse hadn’t wanted to bring him into the know, but she wasn’t a healer, and both she and Chris had needed one.  Will’s aptitude for healing was constantly improving, but this wasn’t something to put on the shoulders of a then-eleven year old, so it had fallen to Lee, instead.

Knowing that the Labyrinth still existed, and seeing the damage it could cause to demigods, was one thing.  Add in the creeping feeling that if it connected to everywhere important as well as several seemingly-random locations, there was almost certainly an entrance within camp borders, somewhere, and if the scouting monsters outside of camp were any indication, Lee bet Luke was looking for it?  Well, Lee was not looking forwards to Quintus’ war game.

Glancing over towards where cabin five were pulling on their own armour and arming themselves to the teeth, he could see Clarisse tensely checking her straps.  He clearly wasn’t the only one – and a brief look towards Annabeth straightening Malcolm’s helmet in a fidget she didn’t usually indulge in told him that all three of the in-the-know campers were in agreement.

Still, Lee couldn’t just pull his cabin out of the war game, even though Quintus wasn’t as terrifying as Tantalus had been and might even let him.  Doing that would signal to the rest of the camp that there was something very wrong, and they couldn’t afford the panic.  Instead, he had to give his siblings one more check – Will’s armour was now straight, as Lee had known it would be, and Sam, who had been in camp for all of a few weeks and still painfully new to anything combat-related, now had his helmet on as an extra precaution – before herding them to where the adult demigod was waiting for them.

The campers gathered in a loose crowd, more-or-less grouped by cabin, although there were a few strays mingling – notably Beckendorf and Silena, and Lee wasn’t an Aphrodite kid but even he was getting fed up of waiting for those two to stop dancing around the subject and get together already – and waited for Quintus to explain what he wanted them to do.

“Gather round,” the assistant activities director instructed.  None of them got too close to where he was standing on the head table, because Mrs O’Leary was scavenging around and no-one was interested in getting bowled over by an enthusiastic hellhound, even if she wasn’t trying to eat them, but the crowd shuffled a little in response anyway.  “You will be in teams of two-”

Immediately, everyone started talking.  Michael grabbed onto Will and glared daggers at anyone else that even looked their brother’s way, and Lee sought out Miri with his eyes, ignoring the arguments breaking out as multiple people wanted the same partner and would fight for them-

“-Which have already been chosen!” Quintus shouted about the clamour.  Everyone silenced for a moment before letting out a chorus of complaint which went ignored as he kept talking.  “Your goal is simple: collect the gold laurels without dying. The wreath is wrapped in a silk package, tied to the back of one of the monsters. There are six monsters. Each has a silk package. Only one holds the laurels.”  No prizes for what was in the crates, then, although Lee would’ve liked to know what monsters Quintus had lined up for them.  He hoped none of them were drakons.  “You must find the wreath before the other teams.  And, of course… you will have to slay the monster to get it, and stay alive.”

Around him, campers started talking again, excitement tinging the air.  Lee had to admit it did sound like fun, even if they couldn’t choose their own partners.  Quintus had never shown any signs of wanting the demigods he was partly responsible for dead, so the monsters he’d brought in wouldn’t be beyond their abilities to deal with, Lee was pretty sure – especially if they were going to be working in pairs, and he doubted they’d all been matched with their perfect fighting partner.  If it wasn’t for the ever-present background Labyrinth worry that had been plaguing him since Clarisse and Chris’ return to camp in the winter, he’d probably be just as excited as Michael, who had bared his teeth in a grin at the concept even though he was clearly still annoyed about not being able to choose his own partner.

This sort of game was right up Michael’s alley, after all.

“I will now announce your partners,” Quintus said, bringing the murmuring back into silence. “There will be no trading. No switching. No complaining.”  From the way Michael was bristling from where he was stood so close to Will that their arms were pressed together, Lee suspected the last order was a lost cause.  Hopefully, Quintus had a good enough idea of camper dynamics to know who not to put together.

If Michael ended up with Clarisse, the monsters were going to be the least of anyone’s worries.

Quintus cleared his throat and unrolled a scroll – a long scroll, because it was far enough into summer that all the expected returning campers had shown up again – and began to read.

“Charles Beckendorf and Silena Beauregarde.”  Both of them looked delighted, and around Lee, campers started perking up again, because if Quintus was paying enough attention to put those two together, maybe the rest of them were also paired with friends or partners.  “Travis Stoll and Connor Stoll,” made it seem even more likely, and the brothers high fived each other as campers started drifting towards their preferred partners again, in anticipation of the trend continuing.

“Clarisse La Rue and Lee Fletcher.”

It didn’t.  Lee grimaced at Miri, ignoring Michael starting to grumble unsavoury things about the daughter of Ares.  At least Quintus had known better than to pair them together.  Clarisse stepped away from her siblings, and made eye contact with Lee, jerking her head in a clear get over here message.  Michael’s grumbling got louder, only to be cut off by his own name.

“Michael Yew and Drew Tanaka.”

The daughter of Aphrodite screwed her face up in disgust, and Lee’s brother glowered at her in return.  It wasn’t a bad match-up, Lee mused as he finally made his way over to join Clarisse.  Drew’s charmspeak wouldn’t affect Michael, and she was a decent enough melee fighter to go with his ranged attacks.  As long as they actually co-operated.

He saw Michael leave Will’s side to join her with bad grace.  Their matching scowls almost made Lee chuckle.

“They’re going to get each other killed,” Clarisse huffed next to him.  She didn’t sound particularly cut up about it.

“They’d better not,” he muttered back as Quintus continued calling out pairings, which were met with a variety of reactions.  Will got partnered with Malcolm, which was not the worst possibility, even if Lee would really have preferred for Will to not be involved in the war game at all.  At least Malcolm was smart enough to not throw the pair of them straight at the monsters – or really competitive enough to care.  Maybe that pair would just linger at the forest edge like sensible pre-teens.

Lee could hope.

The pairing finally finished with the curious duo of Tyson and Grover – the only satyr to be included, presumably for his friendship with Percy – and Quintus reminded them all that they weren’t allowed to complain before letting them head towards the woods.

It wasn’t dusk yet, but the sun was far enough across the sky that Lee suspected it would be after dark by the time they were done, and wasn’t particularly pleased about it.  They didn’t currently have any Apollo campers young enough that the setting sun was an automatic sleep signal, but none of them liked being active after sundown, let alone in combat – and definitely not two nights in a row.

“I’ll take point,” Clarisse said gruffly, as they arrived at the edge of the wood.  Lee nodded.

“I’ve got your back,” he promised her.  “Let’s get this over with.”

She made a noise of agreement, surveying the shadowed woods in front of them intently, and Lee remembered that he wasn’t the only one that feared a Labyrinth entrance somewhere within the camp’s borders.  Clarisse had no more reason to feel comfortable with the war game than he did.

Working with Clarisse wasn’t difficult, in combat.  Lee had done it several times over the years in Capture the Flag, both as head counsellors and also when they were younger, to say nothing of when they’d had to organise the camp defences the previous summer.  If there was something Clarisse knew, it was combat, and she stalked through the woods on high alert, electric spear silent in her hand.  Lee shadowed her on light feet, not letting himself focus on any one thing, but spreading his attention around them in case they were flanked or approached from behind.

In the gradually fading light of dusk, the woods began to take on an ominous feel.  Branches rustled in faint breezes, in conversation between the dryads that tended not to leave their trees, with the movement of almost a hundred demigods trying to move quietly, and in some cases failing.

Knowing that the noises could mean allies – or in this case, campers and not monsters – Lee forced himself not to shoot at any movement until he knew what it was.  Unlike Capture the Flag, and other games where their opponents were each other, none of the Apollo kids had blunted arrows tonight.  He couldn’t afford stray shots.

Ahead came the sound of skittering on fallen twigs, and Clarisse threw her hand up silently in a clear command to halt.  Lee stopped where he was immediately, nocking the arrow he’d held loosely in his hand onto the string but not drawing, not yet.  That hadn’t been a demigod or a dryad noise, and probably wasn’t the wind either, which meant monster but until he could see it, he wasn’t risking full draw.

Clarisse made another sharp hand signal, exaggerated in the dusk.  Cover me.  Then she crept forwards, fingers flexing around the shaft of her spear, poised to ignite the crackling electricity the moment she needed it.  Lee stayed a little way behind her, padding forwards silently with his bow ready to draw and fire in an instant in his hands.

The skitter came again, closer, louder, faster-

Clarisse let out a shout of victory, silence shattering as her spear surged to life and she abandoned stealth to leap into action, fluid experience ducking her underneath a flailing scorpion tail – pit scorpion venom flashed through Lee’s mind, the discolouration of Percy’s hand, the revelation that Luke betrayed them, but he pushed it aside to deal with later, when Clarisse wasn’t dodging the giant scorpion (not a pit scorpion) and its attacks.

Scorpions were armoured, which was a pain in the half-light when Lee couldn’t see its weak spots so clearly, but they were in pairs for a reason and he wasn’t leaving Clarisse to take the creature on alone.  He waited until she was down low, out of his line of sight, before letting fly with the first arrow, catching it in a chink between head and body armour.

Just like the drakon the previous night, armoured and needing to be shot at in the dark, that wasn’t enough to bring it down, and with stealth abandoned, Lee didn’t hesitate to yank more arrows from his quiver, the shafts whispering against the leather before nocks clicked into place on the string and he fired again.  In front of him, Clarisse threw herself inside the scorpion’s guard, thrusting the spear forwards with enough strength that it impaled the tail and rendered it useless, before drawing her knife and stabbing at one of the gaps in its carapace.

Lee let more arrows fly into more gaps, too, and with one last grunt from Clarisse as she drove the knife in deep, the scorpion burst into dust, covering Clarisse.

Its silk-wrapped parcel likewise disappeared with a small explosion, leaving nothing behind.

“Not that one, then,” Lee commented as Clarisse spat out monster dust from her mouth and drank a swig of water from her water bottle.

“One down, five to go,” she replied, bending down to retrieve her spear and looking it over with a critical eye.  Seemingly satisfied that it hadn’t been damaged by the scorpion’s tough exterior, she slammed the butt down onto the ground.  “Laurel leaves or not, we’re killing them all.”

Lee didn’t disagree.  While he knew the two of them were unlikely to be the ones finding and killing all six of the monsters – Percy Jackson was somewhere in the woods, along with Annabeth, and Michael, and the rest of the Ares and Athena cabins, and really all the demigods were trained for killing monsters – they couldn’t leave until they knew their woods were safe again.

Well, for a certain degree of safe.

“These things aren’t quiet,” he said, kneeling down to retrieve his arrows and check if any of them were bent.  Some were, but not to the point of being unusable, so he put them all back in his quiver.  “Not when they’re fighting.”

Clarisse nodded, looking around.  “This one was alone,” she said.  “The noise hasn’t drawn any more to us.”  She started walking, changing direction and striking out further away from the setting sun, into the darker, deeper parts of the wood.  “So we’re going to them.”

Lee followed without complaint.

They’d started off at the edge of the forest, tracking around the camp’s forest boundary, but now Clarisse was leading them further into the heart of the demigod-claimed territory.  Quintus had probably released them from somewhere in there, near the creek they always used as the territory divider in Capture the Flag.  Lee hoped he had, because that was familiar territory for all but the newest campers, and familiar terrain in combat helped, especially for the younger and less confident fighters.

As they headed further into regular demigod territory, they began to pass other pairs.  Most of the younger kids hadn’t gone far into the forest, unnerved by the dense trees in the creeping darkness, and Lee was glad for that.  Having now faced one of Quintus’ monsters, while it hadn’t been much of a challenge for him and Clarisse, the less experienced demigods would struggle.

At one point, they passed Michael and Drew.  The daughter of Aphrodite had the tell-tale dust in her hair and was furious about it, shouting at Michael about something or other.  From the brief snatches he caught, Lee surmised she didn’t like that she was the front line fighter in their duo, and that Michael was not covered in monster-dust because he’d been shooting from up a tree.

Neither of them were wearing golden laurels, and bringing Clarisse close to Michael while Michael was tired and grumpy and already dealing with Drew’s temper was a recipe for a disaster that Lee wanted no part in, so he forged past them without acknowledging their existence.  To his relief, Clarisse likewise ignored the pair, holding her head up and deliberately not even glancing their way as she continued on her path towards what was hopefully more monsters to kill.

They ended up at Zeus’ Fist, and found three more of the scorpions at once.  They were skittering around the rock pile agitatedly, as though there was something there that they wanted, and all Lee could think of was cornered demigods, even though he couldn’t see any sign of any.

Clarisse growled.  “Shoot them, Lee!” she ordered as her spear crackled into life and she threw herself at the trio of eight-legged, skittering monsters.  Lee didn’t need to be told twice, nocking arrows and drawing his bow back.  With more scorpion than Clarisse in his sights, it was easier to let fly and trust that he wouldn’t hit her, although the steadily-darkening sky made it harder to spot the cracks in the scorpions’ armour.  Clarisse’s spear gave off a faint red glow as Ares’ power coursed through it, enough to throw deeper shadows into the gaps, and Lee used that as a guidance as he steadily emptied his quiver into the three monsters, targeting joints to try and restrict their movement as Clarisse stabbed and slashed with her spear in one hand and her knife in the other.

Not for the first time, Lee suspected that Clarisse was the best melee fighter in the camp, potentially barring Percy when he got wet.  It was hardly a surprise, but that didn’t make it any less awe inspiring to watch as she slowly but surely wore down the three scorpions.  It wasn’t an easy battle for her – even with Lee’s supporting fire and the arrows wedging themselves in limb joints, she was still taking hits, although her armour deflected the worst of them – but there was no doubt that she was going to win, eventually.

Lee’s quiver emptied, the downside of dealing with three scorpions at once when each of them could get turned into a pincushion and still stay standing, and he set his bow to the side, drawing his knife and stepping closer to the fray.  He wasn’t a melee fighter, really, but if he could even play distraction for a few seconds, that would help Clarisse.

“I’ve got this!” she snapped as he ducked under a flailing tail, and promptly proved her words by stabbing the scorpion closest to him through the head with her spear.  A surge of electricity and Lee found himself covered by dust, a small, silk-wrapped parcel dropping down neatly into his hands.  Remembering the previous one, he went to drop it before it went boom, only for the silk to shift and expose gold.  Instead of dropping it, he stuffed it into his quiver and dropped to his knees in the middle of the dust pile, scooping up his arrows and frowning when he realised most of them were damaged in some way or another.  Only two were still useable, and he scrambled back to his bow, nocking both arrows at once as he ran back into the fray.

A few years ago, on one of his trips out of camp, he and some of the other campers had found themselves at the movies, on edge for monsters trying to kill them but likewise fascinated by the movie they’d ended up watching.  Lee was pretty certain he’d technically been too young for the rating, but some of the older demigods had snuck him in anyway.

The elf – Lee did not remember the character’s name – jumping on top of an elephant’s head and firing two arrows point-blank into the top of its skull had stuck with him.  Typically that was far closer to a monster than archers were supposed to get, and the laws of physics dictated that by dividing the force between two arrows, both would’ve been fired weaker than usual, but Lee was a son of Apollo, and while he wasn’t as much of an archer as Michael, his father was still the god of archery, and that came with a few perks – like occasionally ignoring the laws of archery physics.

Lee sprung onto the back of one of the scorpions, the one behind Clarisse as she attacked the other with a fresh degree of ferocity, and ran forwards, ducking the tail that lashed towards him as he made his way to its head and aimed down.

The explosion of dust in his face also made him lose his footing as nothing substantial was beneath him anymore.  He stumbled to the ground as Clarisse vanquished the other one with a cry, breathing heavily but seemingly unbothered by the dust covering her skin.

“One left,” the daughter of Ares said, proving that she had noticed Michael and Drew earlier.

Lee, too, wanted to keep going, but, “I’m out of arrows,” he admitted, picking up the other arrows from where they’d been dropped after the scorpions had dissolved.  All of them were bent or even broken; the two he’d killed one of the scorpions with had shattered entirely.

Clarisse scoffed.  “That’s the problem with you archers,” she said.  It was something Lee had heard her say many times to Michael, who had always taken it as a personal insult and reacted accordingly, usually with arrows.  Lee was not quite so temperamental as his younger brother, and simply drew his knife again.

“I still have this,” he said.  She didn’t look impressed, even though her own knife had already been liberally used to kill giant scorpions.  “Oh, and this.”

He rummaged through his quiver and stepped up next to Clarisse, plucking out the silk-wrapped parcel and wrestling the golden laurels out.

The younger girl gave him a nonplussed look as he deposited it on her head.

“Your kill, your laurels,” he said, and she rolled her eyes, but reached up and positioned the laurels more firmly in her hair.

“Whatever,” she said.  “We have one more scorpion to hunt-”

Rustling in the nearby trees had both of them slamming back-to-back, Lee’s bow abandoned on the ground and his knife clenched in his fist as Clarisse’s spear crackled to life behind him.

Another scorpion?  It was already weird that three of them had been together like that – surely there shouldn’t be a fourth one in their vicinity.

It wasn’t another scorpion, and Lee felt the tension drain from Clarisse’s body as her spear stopped crackling.  Other demigods, then.  He moved around until he could see them; it was Sherman, with his Quintus-mandated partner Jake following on behind him.

Clarisse’s younger brother immediately noticed the golden laurels gleaming in the rapidly-fading light and his shoulders slumped.

“Of course you got it,” he said.  “Pairing you two up was just unfair.”

“How many have you killed?” Jake asked them, looking at Lee’s strewn and broken arrows.

“Four,” Clarisse said shortly, and the younger boys both whistled through their teeth.  “Drew and the short bastard-”

“Clarisse,” Lee sighed, and her jaw tightened.

“-Michael got another one, which makes five.”

“We got one, too,” Sherman said, and now Lee was looking he could see the silvery dusting in his dark hair, “so that’s all of them.”

Lee’s shoulders slumped in relief; he hadn’t been looking forwards to hunting a giant scorpion with a knife as his only weapon.  “That means this game is over,” he said.  “We should get back so Quintus can recall everyone else.”  He glanced up at the sky, where the sun chariot had all but disappeared and the first of the stars were starting to make their presence known.  “It’ll be curfew soon, anyway.”

All four of them were old enough to understand that even with the camp’s defences still active, they didn’t really want any campers left in the woods after curfew, when night had fully set in and there were no more traces of Apollo’s light.

Lee set about gathering up the remains of his arrows; just because the shafts were broken didn’t mean the heads weren’t reusable, and maybe some of the less severely bent shafts could be straightened again.  Jake and Sherman joined him; a glance towards Clarisse showed her scanning the deepening shadows of the trees, standing as still as a sentinel and no doubt keeping watch in case there was something that shouldn’t be in their area of the woods.

With three of them on the case, it didn’t take long to retrieve all the visible arrows.  Lee’s quiver looked a sorry sight as he slid in the last handful of damaged arrows and straightened up again.

“Let’s-” he started, only to be cut off by a familiar horn.  It wasn’t the dinner conch, but it was the summoning sound Chiron used to call all the stragglers in after Capture the Flag was over.  Either they’d hit a time limit, or Quintus had somehow determined that the laurel had been claimed.

Lee wasn’t sure which option he preferred, but it didn’t really matter when it got all four of them jogging back towards camp, away from Zeus’ fist and the dust of slaughtered scorpion-like monsters.

There were several unsurprised eyerolls as the other campers caught sight of the laurels in Clarisse’s choppy and messy hair – the new, shorter hair suited her a lot better, Lee thought, although after so many years it was still strange to see Clarisse with short hair.  The general consensus seemed to match Sherman’s initial assessment – of course Clarisse was the one to win.

Michael was eyeing the laurel with a scowl as he ditched Drew and slunk up next to Lee.  “Why’s she wearing it?” he huffed, thankfully quiet enough that Clarisse, who had gone to round up her cabin as they reappeared, didn’t hear.

Lee shrugged at his younger brother.  “She killed that one.”

“That one?” Michael demanded, eyebrows shooting up.  “How many did you fight?”

“Four.”

“Fucking Hades,” Michael swore, shaking his head.  “Could’ve left some for the rest of us.”

“One was plenty, you bastard,” Drew muttered, passing them on the way to reconvening with her siblings.  “Do you even care how long it takes to get monster dust out of your hair?”

“No.”

Lee couldn’t help a fond chuckle as the daughter of Aphrodite rolled her eyes and stalked off, muttering “of course he doesn’t.  If he’d just let us at his hair…”

Michael’s step to the side, subtly putting Lee between him and the gathering of Aphrodite kids, almost made him smile again.  They’d both heard, several times, that Michael had nice hair if only he’d treat it right, according to the Aphrodite cabin.  Neither of them were quite sure what they meant by that, and Michael was in no hurry to find out, either, even if Lee was secretly curious.

One by one, the rest of Lee’s siblings started reappearing from the woods.  Sam looked pale, and Tris’ eyes were half-lidded with exhaustion, and the rest of the cabin were in varying stages of tiredness.  Two late nights in a row was not fun, and while Lee hadn’t seen any nasty injuries from the returning campers, he was sure there would be a few people with scratches that they’d be expected to deal with before bed.  Will yawned as he separated from Malcolm, the older boy gripping his shoulder briefly, and more or less walked into Michael, resting his forehead on his shoulder.

“Can we go to bed now?” he mumbled as Michael patted his head.

“Once Quintus and Chiron say so,” Lee promised him, scanning all of his siblings for signs of injury.  “Everyone okay?” he asked, raising his voice enough to be heard over the mutters and grumbles of his tired siblings.  Aside from him and Michael, he knew none of them had actually fought the scorpions, so they’d spent the past hour or so of fading dusk wandering around the forest on edge with nothing exciting to show for it.  No wonder they were all crashing now the game was over.

Camp was now fully lit with torches, and the ever-present glow of the hearth.  Their dad’s chariot had long since returned to its temple, and Artemis’ was only giving a sliver of light tonight.  Apollo kids were not night owls and it was getting late by their standards, especially the younger ones.

Even Michael was looking a rather tired, the drakon messing up his sleep last night combined with another late night tugging at him, too.  Lee wasn’t quite fighting yawns, but he couldn’t deny he was also thinking fondly of his waiting bed.

Tyson and Grover were the last pair to stumble out of the forest, both immediately separating and circling around opposite sides of the gathering of demigods.  Grover headed for where the Athena kids had clumped together, while Tyson looked around before saying, “where’s Percy?”

Everyone silenced, and the entire focus of the camp landed on the Athena cabin, because if anyone would know the answer to that, it would be Annabeth, but Annabeth wasn’t there, either.  Grover stopped still, and frowned.

“I can’t feel Percy,” he admitted, four words that sent the whole of camp reeling.  Not everyone knew about the empathy bond he had with the son of Poseidon, but everyone except the very newest campers knew he and Percy were close.

Even the newest campers knew the disappearance of their resident Big Three Kid didn’t bode well.  Lee couldn’t help but remember the first time it happened, Percy and Luke nowhere to be found until suddenly Percy was in his infirmary with pit scorpion venom and Luke was gone.

Why did he keep remembering that, tonight?  He shook his head and stepped forwards, the same time Clarisse did.

“We’d better find those idiots before they go off on another stupid quest without leave,” she grumbled, and Lee remembered the second time Percy disappeared – this time with Annabeth.  No-one had ever got the full story out of that incident out of them, but it was a common theory that they’d overlapped with Clarisse’s quest to get the golden fleece, even if none of them had ever said as much.

Clarisse’s voice was just a little too annoyed for Lee to think there wasn’t something personal in the accusation, though.

“Not all of us,” he cut in, to say his own piece.  “It’s way past curfew and the younger campers need to go to bed.”

“Annabeth’s missing!” one of the Athena kids yelled.  Lee couldn’t see which one, but the voice was young.

“Now, now,” Chiron said, trotting forwards into the centre of attention, Quintus walking beside him.  “They may have just gone deeper than everyone else and are taking longer to return.”  After Grover’s declaration, Lee didn’t think anyone believed that.  “And if there is a problem, it is not your jobs to sort it out.”

“You can’t expect us to stay back and not look for them,” Travis called from the throng of cabin eleven, echoed by Connor.

Chiron raised a hand as more demigods began to clamour, but it was Quintus who spoke.

“A compromise,” he suggested.  “Chiron, how about enlisting the help of our head counsellors?”  His gaze landed on Lee and Clarisse, their weight old and heavy, before he looked up at the centaur.  “Some experienced help.”

More protests exploded from the younger campers, and the Athena cabin, whose head counsellor was the one missing, and Chiron sighed.

“Very well,” he said.  “Head counsellors, select one of your siblings to help you, and another one to take charge of getting the rest of your cabins to bed and staying there.  Quickly, now.”

Lee glanced at Clarisse, and caught her glancing back at him, his suspicions reflected in her eyes.  Disappearing mirrored appearing, after all.

It was barely a moment, before they turned back to their respective cabins.  The choice of who was coming with him was obvious, and Michael stepped up before he could even say anything.  Really, Lee should make him the one in charge of the cabin – they all knew he would be the one to succeed Lee once he went to college in a year’s time, after all, and needed the practice – but he was their best archer and spent more time in the woods than most.  He’d be best suited to the search party, even if it meant having to work with Clarisse.

“Lawrence, I’m leaving the cabin to you.  Make sure everyone goes to bed,” Lee said.  Lawrence was one of the oldest campers, older than him, and due to go to college in the fall.  He’d also arrived at camp the same year as Michael and lived there ever since, making him one of the more experienced demigods, too – and everyone loved him.  “I’m also out of arrows, so if anyone’s got any..?”

“I got it,” his brother agreed, scooping Sam and Tris under his arms.  “Right then, sleepyheads.  Bed time for you guys.  Will, Alice, that includes you two.  Grab them, Morton, and give Lee your spare arrows.  Anyone else with arrows, do that, too.”

Lee accepted the various arrows from his siblings, passing the ones that were a bit shorter than he could comfortably use to Michael, whose quiver could always do with more, it seemed.  Once both of them were once again armed to the teeth – and relieved of their broken and bent arrows – they left Lawrence to wrangling the tired cabin and went to join Chiron.

Most of the other head counsellors were already there.  Clarisse had Sherman by her side, both of them looking impatient at the wait, while Drew sneered at Michael from beside Silena.  Lee glanced over at the rest of the Aphrodite kids to see Miri corralling them back towards their cabin.  She sent him a short wave when she caught sight of him looking, and he grinned back.

Michael, like any self-respecting little sibling, made disgusted noises under his breath, which Lee ignored with years of practice.

Unsurprisingly, Malcolm had elected himself as the head counsellor for the Athena cabin in Annabeth’s absence.  He wasn’t the oldest, or even the most experienced, but he was the one that everyone already knew would inherit the position when Annabeth inevitably went to college one day.  He had, at least, had the good sense to pick one of his older and more experienced siblings as his partner, though.  Beckendorf was accompanied by Jake, Katie had picked Miranda, and Travis and Connor and Pollux and Castor had obviously picked each other.  Lee hadn’t expected anything different from cabins eleven and twelve.

Grover and Tyson finished off the official search party, still keeping their distance from each other but adamant that they were going to be involved, anyway.  No-one was going to tell them no.

“We’ll split into two groups to cover more ground but keep safety in numbers,” Chiron told them.  “Clarisse and Sherman, Lee and Michael, Silena and Drew, Pollux and Castor, and Tyson – you’ll be with me.”

“And the rest of you are with me,” Quintus said.  “And Mrs O’Leary, of course.”  The hellhound let out a massive whoof that made them all jump.

Quintus’ search party looked a little discomforted at the reminder they were going into the woods accompanied by a hellhound, even if she was a friendly one.  Lee was privately glad that he wasn’t in that group.

Chiron gave all of them torches and whistles, “in case anyone gets separated, or to let the other group know if we find them.”  Lee looped his whistle around his neck, while Michael tangled the string around his quiver strap.

Going back into the woods late at night, when there was only the light of their torches and the faint strains of moon- and starlight to show the way, was disconcerting.  Lee didn’t like it, and from the tenseness of everyone else’s shoulders, nor did anyone else.  Stealth was no longer a priority, so Clarisse’s spear was constantly crackling, lighting up with red sparks that made her still-worn laurels glisten as though they were on fire.

“Percy!” Tyson bellowed suddenly, almost deafening them.  Lee had to grip Michael’s arm to stop him firing an arrow at the cyclops, trying to pretend his other hand wasn’t halfway to raising his bow on instinct, either.  “Annabeth!”

“Oi, Jackson!  Wise girl!” Clarisse echoed after a moment, and one by one they all took up the call as they wove their way through the trees, hooves and feet alike making noise on the undergrowth.  Regular animals scattered, and in the distance they heard answering echoes of the same names from the other search party, who had entered the woods at the other edge of the barrier.

It was a similar pattern to the one Lee and Clarisse had taken whilst hunting the scorpions, although they hadn’t had anyone the other side to complete the pincer movement.

Despite being a single search party, as they moved they started to spread out, never losing sight of each other’s torches, but covering a greater area as they combed the undergrowth, in case the missing demigods weren’t-

Weren’t capable of calling back.

Lee refused to think of why, didn’t let himself think of pit scorpions and half dead sons of Poseidon limp in the infirmary, but made sure to check every darker pocket of shadows with his torch, just to be sure.  Above him, he could hear Michael slipping along tree branches, his torch providing far more light from the skies than the distant moon and stars and his voice joining the calls.  He was the only one of their party that could really navigate the trees so easily – not just for his size, but because Lee had known for years that despite his brusqueness with the other demigods, Michael had long since got on the good side of the dryads and was allowed to clamber through them like a monkey, so long as he didn’t damage their trees – and Chiron had swiftly agreed that the additional viewing angle would only help.

For once, Clarisse hadn’t made any snide or antagonising remarks about Michael’s tendency to hide in trees and sneak around, which had only proven how concerned she actually was about Annabeth and Percy’s disappearance.  Lee couldn’t quite kid himself into thinking it was just because Clarisse was worried it meant there was a Labyrinth entrance, and that they’d found it – ever since the fleece quest last summer, she’d been a little less outrightly hostile to Percy, and she and Annabeth had always been more of a butting heads rather than hating each other’s guts relationship.  Lee had known the younger girls long enough to know that they respected each other, when it came down to it.

Lee’s torch picked up a scattering of dust, recent enough to have not been blown away by what wind made it through the trees, and the beam from Clarisse’s torch, next to him in their line, crossed it.  They both paused, and looked at each other.

“The scorpions,” Clarisse said, her voice a little hoarse from the shouting.  It was almost drowned out by the yells of their companions, but she was looking at Lee.

“They wouldn’t be killed by those,” he protested, and she grunted, slashing her spear through the air.

“I’m not an idiot,” she snapped.  “Think, Lee.”

Lee blinked at her, glancing back at the scattered dust.  Around and above them, the rest of the search party kept marching forwards.

“I’m not following,” he admitted.  “What about them?”

She rolled her eyes before stomping forwards again, breaking their search pattern.  Lee hurried to follow, because none of them were going alone.  Behind him, he heard Drew curse as she spotted their torches headed in a different direction.  “Oi, wrong way!”

Clarisse ignored her.  “The first one was by itself,” she said.  “So was the one Drew and Michael killed, and Sherman and Jake.”

Lee suddenly realised where she was going, and where they were headed.  “But the other three were together.”

“Took you long enough,” she huffed.

“They weren’t facing us,” Lee continued to recall, hearing their names also being called, and the frustrated grunts of Michael in the trees above them as he caught up with them.  “They’d been following something else.  But there was nothing there, was there?”

“Enough of the damn universe revolves around Jackson,” Clarisse snorted.  “Why wouldn’t half the damn monsters?”

“What are you two going on about?” Michael shouted down at them.

“Fuck off,” Clarisse snapped at him.

“Clarisse,” Lee scolded immediately, before glancing up at the torch dimly illuminating his younger brother in the trees.  “We’re going to check Zeus’ Fist,” he told him.  “Tell Chiron.”  He didn’t leave it a question, because if he did, Michael would say no, and then he’d be stuck mediating between Clarisse and Michael whilst trying to find missing demigods, and at what had to be well past ten at night by now, Lee was far too tired to be dealing with their arguments.

“Tell him yourself,” Michael groused, because Lee wasn’t the only overtired Apollo kid on the search, and Michael got irritable even with him sometimes, and Lee was not dealing with this.

“Michael!” he snapped.  “Go tell Chiron, now.”

Above him, the torchlight stuttered, and Lee felt a flash of guilt because he never snapped at Michael, but then it turned around and the dark silhouette of his younger brother headed back towards the bulk of the search party.

Clarisse whistled.  “I didn’t know you had it in you, Lee.”

Lee groaned.  “Clarisse.  It is stupid o’clock at night.  We spent a good hour earlier chasing and killing giant scorpions.  Now there are missing demigods.  Michael and I were up last night chasing off drakons at stupid o’clock in the morning.  I am past tired, and we’re both worrying that the Labyrinth is involved even though neither of us can say it in front of the other campers.”  She stiffened.  “Do not push me right now.”

That was the wrong thing to say to an Ares kid – the default response to do not push me with them was always what are you going to do about it, and Clarisse had never been the exception to that rule.  Lee braced himself for the inevitable jibe.

It didn’t come.

“You too?” she asked instead, her voice quiet in a way that Clarisse wasn’t, except when the Labyrinth came up.  Lee didn’t know what, exactly, she’d been through when she’d explored it, but he remembered the injuries she’d come back to camp with.  The scar on her chin was the only one visible in polite company, but there had been several, worse, wounds that were now knotted and ugly scars under her clothes.  The thing with being the camp’s head healer was that Lee saw these things.

“I hope it isn’t,” he admitted, keeping a careful eye on the torches now following them from behind, because even if it was only senior campers, he didn’t want them overhearing this.  Clarisse wouldn’t, either.  “But…”

“Grover could reach Percy from the fucking Sea of Monsters,” Clarisse said, roughly, and adding more weight to the theory that their paths had crossed on the fleece quest.  “If he can’t reach him now, it’s something worse than that.”

And it’s in our camp, she didn’t say, but Lee heard it loud and clear, anyway, and there wasn’t anything he could say to that, because he didn’t think she was wrong, but admitting out loud that she was right…

Well, there was a reason she didn’t say it.

Hooves pounded the ground behind them, and Lee turned around as Chiron caught them up.  “You shouldn’t be wandering off without telling us,” the centaur said, disapprovingly.

“Lee sent Michael to tell you,” Clarisse muttered.  The tree leaves above them rustled, but Michael didn’t say anything else.  The guilt at snapping at his younger brother gnawed a little bit deeper.

“I know,” Chiron said, but he still didn’t sound happy.  Then again, Lee had sent Michael with a message and no company, although he trusted the trees to keep Michael safe better than anyone would’ve been on the ground.  “Why Zeus’ Fist?”

“There were three scorpions clustered together there,” Lee said, before Clarisse could.  “They looked like they’d been chasing something, but there wasn’t anything there.  We didn’t pay attention to that at the time, but…”

“But you now think that might have been Annabeth and Percy,” Chiron sighed.  “I see.  I can’t say I would be surprised; Percy does attract more monsters than the rest of you.”

Not for the first time, Lee was glad to not be a Big Three kid.  He’d seen Thalia’s death when he’d been ten – and subsequent resurrection last summer – and all the chaos Percy had been falling into since his arrival two years ago, and was quite content with not being at the heart of all of that.  It was bad enough getting involved on the periphery.

Percy and his pit scorpion-stung hand in the infirmary while nothing Lee could do helped continued to haunt him.

The rest of the search party kept calling the missing demigods’ names, but Lee and Clarisse kept forging forwards, waiting until they were in earshot of Zeus’ Fist before readding their voices to the now-hoarse calls of the others.

They almost ran straight into Grover, who was also shouting for Percy and Annabeth, completely separated from the rest of his search party.  Chiron didn’t say anything about it, but Lee could feel his disapproval at the satyr striking off alone, especially as with his empathy bond he probably had a better chance at guessing where Percy had last been.

His presence did at least support his and Clarisse’s theory, though.

“Annabeth!” he shouted, as his torchlight picked up more scattered monster dust, the edge of Zeus’ Fist casting a sharp shadow through it.  “Percy!”

Somewhere ahead of him, Tyson roared the names again.

Lee called again, walking closer to the pile of rocks and ending up next to Clarisse once more.

Annabeth and Percy almost collided with them, looking completely unharmed – to Lee’s relief – and confused.

“Where have you two been?” Clarisse immediately pounced, her agitation and frustration finally reaching boiling point.

“We’ve been looking forever,” Lee added, mostly to stall Clarisse’s momentum before she really let loose.  They did not need Clarisse exploding in the middle of the night.  Lee did not need Clarisse exploding in the middle of the night.

“But we were only gone a few minutes,” Percy protested, which was categorically wrong, because Lee was pretty certain they’d been gone for at least two hours at that point.  Thankfully, Chiron appeared behind him, and Lee gladly stepped back to let someone else deal with the younger demigods now they were found and not hurt.

They’d better not be hurt.

Tyson seemed happy to jump in and confirm it; Percy liked Tyson too much to lie to him, or so Lee hoped.

“We’re fine,” the son of Poseidon promised.  “We fell in a hole.”

Lee had been playing Capture the Flag around Zeus’ Fist since he was ten and finally deemed old enough.  There was no hole there big enough to hide two demigods so completely for so long.  The rest of Percy’s explanation made sense – Lee could attest to the three scorpions together, given the laurel one of them had been carrying was now perched on Clarisse’s head, all but forgotten by everyone in the chaos of Annabeth and Percy’s disappearance – but his idea of the timeline was so far out it was…

Concerning, if Lee was honest.  Missing time usually suggested some form of amnesia, but neither demigod were showing any signs of injury at all, let alone amnesia-inducing injury, and, well.  Luke worked for Kronos, now, and Kronos wasn’t just the titan of eating his children.

“You’ve been missing for almost an hour,” Chiron said, which Lee couldn’t believe.  It had felt like so much longer, but maybe the centaur was only counting how long they’d been actively searching for?  Lee was still certain it was at least twice that.  “The game is over.”

Grover muttered something about Tyson sitting on him, which stopped them winning.  Lee hadn’t even noticed them nearby, so he wasn’t quite sure what the satyr was talking about.

Clarisse, unsurprisingly for Lee, given he already knew her concerns, but more surprisingly to his fellow demigods judging by the confused noises he could hear from the others behind them, focused in on the other concerning bit, the one that wasn’t time-related.

Or maybe it was.

“A hole?” she asked, sounding to Lee like she didn’t really want to know the answer, but also needed to.

Annabeth’s deep inhale told Lee all he needed to know.  Her glance around at the gathered audience of demigods all staring at her cemented it.

“Chiron… maybe we should talk about this at the Big House.”

Clarisse’s gasp cut through the silence, the daughter of Ares not able to not react to the confirmation she (and Lee) had been dreading.  “You found it, didn’t you?”

Annabeth’s verbal confirmation was enough to get the other campers demanding to know what was going on, and Lee was both glad that it was only half the head counsellors, and some other experienced campers, and frustrated that they were either going to need to explain it to everyone, or find a way to diffuse the curiosity – which was not going to be easy.

Lee got the distinct feeling that Michael was burning a hole in the back of his head for not joining in the confused questions, and was not looking forwards to dealing with that, especially as he also had to apologise for snapping at him, and both of them were too tired for serious, sensible, conversations this side of sleep.

Chiron raised his hand and slowly, the rest of the present campers faded into disgruntled silence.  “Tonight is not the right time, and this is not the right place,” he said.  Lee fully agreed with that, suddenly very disconcerted by the fact that he had spent the past seven years playing Capture the Flag right by a Labyrinth entrance.  Having seen Chris, and Clarisse, he had no desire at all to fall into it, even if it was apparently possible to escape quickly enough you didn’t even realise you were there.

Except, no, Annabeth had realised where she’d been, and she’d been researching it thoroughly, so of course she’d known how to escape.  Most demigods, especially those caught unaware, probably wouldn’t have done.

Lee had the sudden urge to get away from the pile of rocks and never, ever come back.  Chiron, thankfully, seemed to be in agreement, as he told them all to go back to their cabins and go to sleep.

Sleep sounded amazing, but as one of the very few demigods already in the know, Lee couldn’t just leave, especially if Annabeth and Clarisse were going to start discussing it once everyone else had gone.

“Lee?” Michael asked him, clearly suspicious, but Lee could not deal with talking to Michael about it right then.

“Listen to Chiron,” he told him, keeping half an eye on Clarisse and Annabeth, who had drawn closer together and were muttering between themselves.  He needed to be involved in that.  “We’ll talk in the morning, Michael.”

“But-”

“Please, Michael,” he all but begged.  “We’re both exhausted and it’s going to be a long talk, which I can’t have right now.”

Michael’s eyes burned into him, but eventually he caved, to Lee’s immense relief.  “You’re telling me in the morning,” he said, and it wasn’t a question.  Lee smiled gratefully.

“Everything I can,” he promised, knowing that Michael probably still wasn’t exhausted enough to miss the massive loophole he was leaving himself, but hoping he would trust him just a little more.  “Go on ahead and get some sleep.”

Michael scowled at him, but after a moment obeyed, turning away and joining the exodus of the other demigods back towards the cabins and their welcoming beds.  Lee watched him go, hearing Chiron blow the whistle to dismiss the other search party, before joining the muttering, concerned huddle that was Annabeth, Clarisse, Percy, Grover and Tyson in time to hear Annabeth filling Percy in on the Labyrinth.

He shouldn’t have been surprised that Grover and Tyson had already been drawn into the loop.

Chiron came up behind him.  “We will discuss this in the morning,” he said, firmly but not unkindly.  “Off you go.”

Lee was more than happy to leave the clearing, and the woods, but when they reached the open area of camp, he hung back as Percy and Tyson retreated into cabin three and Grover disappeared off as well.

Chiron escorted the rest of them to their cabins, one at a time, but Lee knew that the girls were going to reappear as soon as the centaur was gone.  He obediently ducked inside the door of cabin seven, pleased to see that all of the younger kids were asleep, although the older campers were having a quiet conference – centred around Michael, who was presumably telling them that Annabeth and Percy had been found, and hopefully not telling them anything else.  They caught sight of him and waved him over, but he shook his head.

“They’re safe,” he said quietly, glancing back out the window near the door to see Chiron’s shadow slowly traipsing away from the cabins and back up the hill, “but I’ve got to go out again before I can go to bed.  Don’t wait up for me.”

“Lee, you’re exhausted,” Lawrence protested.  “You barely got any sleep last night, and you’re not getting much tonight, either.”

“I’ll survive,” Lee promised.  “And I won’t be long.”  He and the girls could only dodge the harpies for so long.

Chiron’s shadow disappeared, and immediately he saw the door to cabin six crack open again.  He couldn’t see the door to cabin five from the window, but Annabeth headed straight for the Ares cabin, so he knew Clarisse was making her own reappearance.

He slipped back out the door himself, darting across the short distance between the two cabins, and rejoined the girls.

“Go to bed, Lee,” Clarisse ordered, but she couldn’t raise her voice, and Lee was not letting the younger demigods cut him out of the loop now.

“What happened?” he asked Annabeth.  Her face scrunched up.

“Percy summed it up,” she said.  “When the scorpions cornered us, we fell into the rocks.  It was pitch black, no light at all, and I had to grab him to stop him wandering off.  Then I found the Daedalus symbol and pressed it, and the entrance re-opened so we could climb out.  It really didn’t take any time at all.”

“Time moves differently in there,” Clarisse confirmed.  Lee hadn’t known that, but if anyone was going to know that, it was the one that had spent time exploring it.  “That… shit.  That was definitely it.  And if Luke doesn’t already know about it, it’s only a matter of time before he does.”

Lee remembered, again, the day Percy came to him with pit scorpion venom and Luke vanished into the woods, and his stomach curled unpleasantly.

“He already knows where it is, from this side,” he said.  “That’s how he left.”

In the faint moonlight, Annabeth looked completely washed out, but it was Clarisse that finished the thought.

“He’s trying to find the entrance from the inside,” she growled.  “Chris-”

Her voice broke off, and neither Lee nor Annabeth finished her sentence out loud.  None of them needed to.

That was what Chris had been sent in to look for – if not the string, at least the route back to camp from wherever Luke and Kronos’ army were waiting.

“That drakon was a distraction,” Lee sighed, but Annabeth shook her head.

“Two-pronged attack,” she said.  “If they can find a weakness in the barrier now Thalia’s not-  Or a backup plan, if they can’t navigate the Labyrinth.”

Lee still couldn’t reconcile the Luke he remembered with the Luke that was actively trying to attack their camp.  It just didn’t make sense.  But Chris had proven that something was coming, and Luke and Chris had been good friends, for all that Chris was unclaimed.  For him to throw Chris away like that…

The Luke Lee knew clearly didn’t exist anymore.

“We have to tell Chiron, in the morning,” he said.  “This is…”

“Tomorrow will be a full war council,” Annabeth said, confidently.  She looked at Clarisse, and Lee did the same.  The daughter of Ares’ lips were thin where they pressed together tightly.  “After this, Chiron can’t keep it from the other head counsellors.”

And that meant that everyone was going to find out about Chris.

Clarisse growled.  “I know,” she said.

“Patient confidentiality still holds,” Lee promised her.  “They don’t need to know any details.”  He hoped he didn’t imagine her relaxing slightly, but it could easily have been a trick of the moonlight.

“Just the threat of the Labyrinth,” Annabeth agreed.  The words, said out loud, made Lee shiver.

They were out of their depth, now.  This was more than three demigods could handle.

“We can’t do anything about it right now,” he said.  “And the harpies will be along soon.  Try and get some sleep, girls.  We’ll need both of you sharp in the morning, for this.”  He looked over at Clarisse.  “I’ll drop by Chris before breakfast,” he told her.

“Have you worked out how to cure insanity?” she snapped back, and he sighed.

“No,” he admitted, “but that doesn’t mean I’m giving up on him.”  Even if all he could do was make sure Chris wasn’t in physical pain, wasn’t hurting himself in his insanity, he’d keep doing it.

Clarisse looked at him, for once looking like the fifteen year old she was, young and scared.  It was a vulnerability Lee only knew he was seeing because she was tired, too.  Not just physically, but emotionally, too.  Ever since Chris had appeared in Arizona, she’d been struggling, and this seemed like the final straw for her.

Lee was impressed she’d held it together for so long.  He was older, and only tangentially involved – brought in because they needed a healer, and now the only one of their trio that had never been in the Labyrinth – and he already felt like he was about to break under the stress, knew he’d started cracking if he was snapping at Michael and constantly cycling back around to Luke’s betrayal again.  How Clarisse had held herself together for so long, he had no idea.

“Get some sleep,” he said, not gently because even now, Clarisse would not take well to gentle.  “I’ll see you in the morning.”  He glanced up at the moon, now high in the sky, and realised with a sinking feeling that tomorrow had arrived.  “Later in the morning,” he corrected.

“Whatever,” Clarisse mumbled.  Her hand travelled up to her head, gripping the laurels that still sat there, forgotten and ignored.  Their victory hadn’t even been mentioned, with everything else, and Lee suspected it never would be.  She pulled them off, and caught Lee out when she reached up and dropped them on his head, instead.  “I’ll be there.”

She disappeared back inside her cabin before Lee or Annabeth could say anything else.  The boar’s head above the door glowered down at them, and without an Ares kid, it suddenly felt wrong to be standing there.

“Bed, Annabeth,” Lee prodded.  She was looking up at the laurels now in his hair, no doubt wonky – they felt like they were about to fall – but Lee was too tired to bother fixing them.  “Your brain needs to be in working order at the meeting.”  When she didn’t immediately move, her thoughts seemingly taking her elsewhere, he gripped her elbow lightly and began to steer her across the green, towards her own cabin.  She moved without resistance, but didn’t jerk away until they were almost there, coming back from wherever her mind had gone.

“Thanks, Lee,” she said.  “We don’t say that enough.”  Lee gave her a quick, one-armed hug.

“You’re not in this alone,” he reminded her.  “Now, go get some sleep.”

She scrutinised him with eyes that were somehow still sharp, despite the late hour.  “You need to sleep,” she retorted.  “Weren’t you up at three o’clock last night?”

Lee sighed.  “Yes, yes I was,” he said.  “So if you could get inside your cabin so I can be reassured that you, too, are in bed and safe so I can do the same, that would be great, thanks.”

“You’re not my big brother,” she pointed out.

“No,” Lee agreed.  “But I’m the head of the infirmary and do not want to be dealing with a sleep deprived Annabeth in the morning.  So, shoo.”

He wasn’t sure what part of that finally got through to her, but she did, finally, slip back in through her cabin door, leaving him alone outside – and not a moment too soon, as the tell-tale sound of wings filled the air.

“I’m going, Calaeno,” he promised as one of the harpies landed in front of him.  She glared at him, eyes piercing even in the dark.

“Bed,” she ordered, one of her wings coming to loop around him.  “Past curfew.  No infirmary.”

“I know, I know.”  Lee let her walk him back across the green and towards his cabin door.  Being an Apollo kid had advantages, like blanket permission to be out after curfew, for reasonable reasons.  The harpies wouldn’t attack him, although they’d force him back to his cabin more peacefully – like now.

“Stay until dawn,” Calaeno told him firmly.  “Camp safe.”

She and her sisters had not taken kindly to the drakon the previous night, either.  If it had come inside the barriers, Lee had no doubt that they’d have attacked it with the same ferociousness the campers were always threatened with.

He stumbled across the threshold, pushed over by the harpy’s wing, and the door was shut firmly behind her.  Blindly, he groped his way to his own bunk, not even bothering to change and barely remembering to kick off his shoes before he face-planted his bunk.

The mattress gave way weirdly, as though there was already something on it, and more grasping found a small figure curled up asleep on his bed already.  Lee couldn’t see in the dark, and wasn’t going to turn on a light, but he was pretty certain it was Michael.  No doubt, his younger brother had tried to wait up for him, but he hadn’t so much as stirred at Lee’s ungainly arrival.

Good.  He needed the sleep.

So did Lee, and it was hardly the first time he’d ended up sharing his bunk with a sibling – not even the first time said sibling had been Michael – so he didn’t bother to try and get his younger brother back to his own bunk.  Instead, he just nudged him over slightly, so that he could get his own head on the pillow – ow, golden laurel leaves were not comfortable – and closed his eyes.

Tomorrow – today, after the sun rose – was going to be full of awkward conversations and more emotional stress, Lee knew.

Right now, he needed sleep.  Thankfully, it came quickly.

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Girl don't let something that 1 person says dictate what you do.

If you're really concerned with what people think than I suggest making a poll and let everyone choose for themselves.

Love your Clarisse, Luke and reader fic!

(and i would love to see the smutty parts)

i always avoid conflict wherever i can 😭

it’s not really that bad, it’s more so conflict when other themes are implied. i won’t die if i don’t write smuttyish concepts with a character!

but again thank you for your support <3

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La Mode illustrée, no. 4, 27 janvier 1895, Paris. Travestissements pour enfants. — Modèles de chez Mlle de la Torchère, rue de Rennes, 149. No. 1. le Printemps; No. 2. l'Été; No. 3. l'Automne; No. 4. l'Hiver; No. 5. Souris blanche; No 6. Chat botté; No. 7. Valet de cœur. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

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{Flynn Event}

Unexpected Guest - Part 1

Is about time Flynn face the consequences of his past actions, would it go smoothly or would go downhill?

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In this event you can tag along with Flynn and the others in their match with the new hunter and maybe even help him! But put in mind their is a fixed ending to it so your actions wouldn’t really effect how the story end.

I will be posting the second part hopefully soon ;)

I wrote this as fast as I could so it may not be too good or detailed but I hope ya guys wouldn't mind🙏

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{Characters featured}

Flynn Smith

Angel Drew - @idv-artists-trio

Samantha Robles - @idv-askchaoticduo

Rue - @voidtwins

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Flynn was heading to the waiting room for an upcoming match that he was assigned to for the day. He had an uneasy feeling about it and wanted to back out, but he thought he might be overthinking it. Perhaps he was just worried about the new hunter?

He pulls out the notebook he uses to write down the matches he has for the day and flips through the pages until he finds the one he is about to take part in. He starts to reread the information about the match:

Time Of The Match - 1:30 PM

The Map - Darkwood

Teammates - The Candy Dealer - The Servant - The Tailor

Hunter - “Past”

“Are the hunters slowly running out of ideas for their alias names?”

Flynn mumbled to himself, wondering since when they had a new hunter? He usually expects his brother to inform him about any new hunters joining the games, so it's surprising he didn't hear about this one… Maybe Phineas didn't know either? ugh, he probably just overthinking it and is not even that important, he should focus on getting ready for the match instead, as he's already made it to the waiting room.

When he entered the waiting room, he saw that the other teammates had arrived before him. He put on a smile, greeted them all, and sat in his seat, chatting with his friend Sam while waiting for the match to begin.

It didn't take long before Samantha noticed Flynn's odd behavior, though.

“Flynn, how about you cut the act?”

“Huh??”

“I can easily tell your are forcing a smile more than usual, it painfully weird to look at -3-”

“Wow okay miss detective, sorry for trying to stay positive, dame”

“Just what is bothering you now? Better not let it get in the way of us winning the match.”

“Is nothing serious, so don't worry… I just have this uneasy feeling towards the new hunter we're going to face, that's all.”

That is when Rue suddenly joined the conversation and said “you mean Past?"

The two teenagers looked at her while Flynn answered “y-yeah… wait, Rue! Exe is a hunter right? Has he told you anything about Past? My brother didn’t and I do not think he even knew about them”

Rue shakes her head “No. I do not believe that the new hunters take their time to talk to anyone because of how little is known about them…”

“I see…”

This is when Angel joined the conversation as well “If you're worried about the new hunter, why not try to avoid them as much as possible during the match? You can stick right beside me if it makes you feel safer ^^”

Flynn waves his hand as if to deny Angel’s offer “n-no! It’s alright really! It's not like I am afraid, I was just concerned that’s all.”

Flynn didn't want to alarm or inconvenience the others, so he decided to set aside the topic until the match actually started.

As the match was about to start, the hunter suddenly decided to visit the survivor on their side of the waiting room. The hunter appeared behind them, placed his arms on the chairs, and looked at them with a huge smirk, especially towards Flynn.

Flynn's face showed such a shocked expression… there is no way… he knows this hunter… this guy is…

The Private Detective he murder years ago!

Before Flynn or the Hunter can say anything to each other, the match starts and everyone is immediately teleported to the map.

When Flynn spawned on the map, he stood there for a while, not moving, with a serious expression on his face. He sighed and took out one of his daggers, then started to walk forward… This can only end badly.

To Be Continued…

[chrisevansonly]

I’m quite literally sitting alone in my apartment, watching a cooking show and eating dinner realizing how little of a social life I actually have 😂

Like i’m also at the stage in my life where I don’t beg people to stay in my life, so when my last friend in this city stopped talking to me and ignored me, I just gave that up

Which like i feel like isn’t bothering me like I want it too😂

I just seem like a big loser, but i swear i’m really into this cooking show, it’s fine, everything’s fine💀