#to an onlooker it may seem like dan was the one who fell in love with nor at first sight

[cat-with-a-tie]

DenNor, traced from that scene in Princess Mononoke bc it’s a crime this hasn’t been done before.

You’re beautiful.

(first meeting, circa 800 AD)

Norway about six centuries later: ‘Damn really should’ve just killed him then and there huh.’

[kookie-doughs]

Y/N L/N AND THE HALFBLOODS

Percy Jackson X Reader

-Y/N L/N met Percy Jackson and everything was now ruined.

CHAPTER 14: Faith, Trust And A Little Pixie Dust

I'd love to tell you I had some deep revelation on my way down, that I came to terms with my own mortality, laughed in the face of death, et cetera. The truth? My only thought was: Aaaaggghhhhh! Honestly I was having Peter Pan flashbacks and started muttering random happy thoughts in hopes I could somehow fly or something but nope. I'm plummeting down six hundred feet into the water. Oh how I wish Minecraft was real. The river raced toward me at the speed of a truck. Wind ripped the breath from my lungs. Steeples and skyscrapers and bridges tumbled in and out of my vision. And then: Flaaa-boooom! A whiteout of bubbles. I sank through the murk, sure that I was about to end up embedded in a hundred feet of mud and lost forever. But my impact with the water hadn't hurt. I was falling slowly now, bubbles trickling up through my fingers. I settled on the river bottom soundlessly. I still held the knife which continued to glow. At that point, I realized a few things: first, I had not been flattened into a pancake. I had not been barbecued. I was alive, which was good. Then as if the water remembered they hated me. It began pulling me down again. I was immobile. I couldn't see or breath. I was in fear the moment I open my mouth I'd die. Percy Jackson help us. Percy... Please... Anyone... The knife I had been holding drifted away from my hand as if the water took it. I wanted to Thea and take it but I couldn't. Luke's knife. My knife. I was running out of air. Loosing my consciousness. Someone please help me.

As soon as I got air to breathe I regained consciousness. I felt arms around me. I was out of the water but I still couldn't move. I could see a McDonald's come to view. I looked at Percy who was carrying me. He was mostly dry aside from where he had come in contact with me. He was a scared, and vulnerable look. It was almost the same look he had when he lost his mother. A block away, every emergency vehicle in St. Louis was surrounding the Arch. Police helicopters circled overhead. The crowd of onlookers reminded me of Times Square on New Year's Eve. A little girl said, "Mama! That boy walked out of the river with a dead girl." "That's nice, dear," her mother said, craning her neck to watch the ambulances. "But he's dry!" "That's nice, dear." A news lady was talking for the camera: "Probably not a terrorist attack, we're told, but it's still very early in the investigation. The damage, as you can see, is very serious. We're trying to get to some of the survivors, to question them about eyewitness reports of people falling from the Arch." Survivors. I felt a surge of relief. Maybe the park ranger and that family made it out safely. I hoped Annabeth and Grover were okay. Percy tried to push through the crowd in a hurry. "... an adolescent boy and girl," another reporter was saying. "Channel Five has learned that surveillance cameras show an adolescent boy and girl going wild on the observation deck, somehow setting off this freak explosion. Hard to believe, John, but that's what we're hearing. Again, no confirmed fatalities ..." Uniformed officers and news reporters were everywhere. I could tell Percy was anxious trying to look for either Annabeth or Grover. And I could also tell I was close to losing my consciousness again. "Perrr-cy!" "Help!" Percy cried to them running towards them going to a more secluded area. "What happened?!" Annabeth panicked. She was waving her hand at my face. "Y/N can you see me?! We don't have any ambrosia and nectar... What do we do?" Could you help me? I couldn't hear anything. I had closed my eyes. Instead of seeing darkness I saw brightness. Then I saw silhouettes, three of them. Two were together I could only presume were hugging while the other one was looking around for something. Another one came it's darker than the other three. It looked down on me. It knelt down and placed something then gave a nod before vanishing. They came... They were watching. Save us. Behind you, they had brought gifts. I was not wrong on choosing. The three silhouettes made a sharp turn and they all rushed towards something. Next thing I know there was something in my mouth and I was regaining my strength. As if I gagged, I shot up. Coughing whatever I could and I saw water come out. "What...?" I said tiredly. Before I could comprehend what happened Percy had tackled me down. Annabeth stood behind Grover, trying to look angry, but even she seemed relieved to see me okay. "We can't leave you two alone for five minutes! What happened?" "We sort of fell." I explained weakly. "Six hundred and thirty feet?! Who did you think you are?! Peter Pan?! That you'll fly after believing in your parent?!" I got up with Percy's help and we continued to walk. "Yes and no, its somehow like... Arthur Curry and Mera. Except I was actually Jack Dawson which almost got me killed." Behind us, a cop shouted, "Gangway!" The crowd parted, and a couple of paramedics hustled out, rolling a woman on a stretcher. I recognized her immediately as the mother of the little boy who'd been on the observation deck. She was saying, "And then this huge dog, this huge fire-breathing Chihuahua-" "Okay, ma'am," the paramedic said. "Just calm down. Your family is fine. The medication is starting to kick in." "I'm not crazy! This two kids jumped out of the hole and the monster disappeared." Then she saw us. "There he is! Those are the kids!" Percy immediately ran with me, Annabeth and Grover after us. We disappeared into the crowd. "What's going on?" Annabeth demanded. "Was she talking about the Chihuahua on the elevator?" We told them the whole story of the Chimera, Echidna, the high-dive act, and Percy's underwater lady's message. "Whoa," said Grover. "We've got to get you to Santa Monica! You can't ignore a summons from your dad." Before Annabeth could respond, we passed another reporter doing a news break, and I almost froze in my tracks when he said, "Percy Jackson and Y/N L/N. That's right, Dan. Channel Twelve has learned that the boy and girl who may have caused this explosion fits the description of the young children wanted by authorities for a serious New Jersey bus accident three days ago. And the boy is believed to be traveling west. For our viewers at home, here is a photo of Percy Jackson and Y/N L/N." We ducked around the news van and slipped into an alley. "First things first," Percy told Grover. "We've got to get out of town!" Somehow, we made it back to the Amtrak station without getting spotted. We got on board the train just before it pulled out for Denver. The train trundled west as darkness fell, police lights still pulsing against the St. Louis skyline behind us.

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[sassycassie-s-writing]

American Princess

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): YouTube - Dan Howell/danisnotonfire feat. Phil Lester/AmazingPhil

Rating: PG

Original Idea: Modern Royalty AU! (Also I watched Cinderella again)

Notes: (Masterlist)(About Me) This was originally gonna be a short series, and it may still become one, but for now it’s just a one-shot.

^^^^^

The one upside of being royalty was the parties—even if half of the guests spent half the time Snapchatting the event instead of paying attention or participating. Luxurious balls with each detail attended to and good company. Not to mention it was hilarious to see some of the nobility drink too much and see usually serious men and women tipsily make their way through the night.

Dan stood on the balcony overlooking the ballroom. The peace summit had been going poorly, but the ball was going to lift everyone’s spirits and make them feel better so that, hopefully, the summit would improve.

Delegates from all countries of the world milled over the ballroom floor, hosted by the UK. Dan still felt too young to be king, but the crown had been passed onto him, and he was going to do the best he could. He looked around at the assembled crowd—trusted advisor standing behind him—and narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “There’s someone missing,” he told Phil, wiping his sweating palms on his trousers.

“Who?” the advisor wondered.

“The American delegation.”

That was the moment the doors reopened, and in walked a single girl—who looked much different than usual. At the peace summit she’d been wearing skinny jeans and baseball shirts with combat boots or Converse—and her hair in a raggedy braid because she didn’t care how she looked. Usually she sported an American-flag design somewhere. Dan had never seen her look like this.

Her long, thick hair fell in a single curtain to her waist and her eyes seemed more intense than usual, enhanced by her makeup. He couldn’t see her shoes but he could guess that she wore heels of some sort. A tiara of diamonds rested gently on the top of her head, tucked snugly in her brown curtain.

But her dress was what really caught the eye.

It was the grandest ball gown Dan had ever seen—a rich shade of violet with an enormous skirt and tiny crystals all over it. There were several layers of tulle over the silk base and a tightly-fitted corset bodice. The whole gown seemed to glimmer and glisten and sparkle in the light. There was a beauty to it, of course, but also a sense of gracefulness. Despite the princess wearing it being one of the clumsiest people Dan had ever met—besides his advisor Phil, of course.

“There she is,” Phil remarked, almost sarcastically. Of course she had to make an entrance.

Dan rushed off the balcony, down the marble steps, and into the main body of the ballroom. He strode across the floor to where she was standing, alone, near the door. He extended his hand to her and gave her a slight bow.

“Dance with me and pretend like the world doesn’t exist,” Dan instructed the American princess. “Your Highness.”

She smiled. “It would be my honour, Your Majesty,” she replied, taking his hand.

At that signal, the orchestra began to play. The American princess and the British king started to waltz over the floor. “So, princess, how are you enjoying London?” he asked conversationally as she struggled a bit to keep up with his much longer legs.

She chuckled. “I’ve been enjoying it immensely. London is one of the only places I have ever truly wanted to travel to. I love the culture and the rich history and the scenery and the people and the sense of humour. I’d love to live here. But, the downside to our lives is that we can’t just live wherever we want. I have to stay in the country I may one day have to help my older brother run. I can’t be here. Unless—” She cut herself off but they both knew what she was going to say. She couldn’t stay in London unless she married a member of the British royalty—and Dan was pretty much the only one left.

“And what do you think of the peace summit?”

“Oh let’s not talk about politics tonight,” she implored. Dan couldn’t help but smirk.

“Okay,” he relented. “But, if I may ask, why not send your older brother here? You seem to spend half of the talks sitting with your knee on the table scrolling through Tumblr on your phone.”

The American princess snickered. “Oh, Your Majesty, I am listening to everything everyone says. My parents decided not to send my brother because he’s a hothead with very strong opinions and a temper. I’m much more moderate, relaxed, and willing to listen to what other people have to say. Not to mention I’m more logical than he is—and think outside the box for solutions to problems.”

Dan nodded understandingly, sweeping her out of the way of the edge of the onlookers. The first dance was reserved for the host monarch and whomever they chose to dance with—in this case, King Dan of the UK and the princess of America. Once they finished, everyone else could dance.

It was a stupid tradition that happened at every single peace summit for the past three hundred years—neither Dan nor the American princess liked it.

Which was the sole reason Dan had been reluctant to host the summit in London.

But with the clumsy American princess in his arms as they twirled over the marble floor, he found he didn’t have to worry as much as he thought he would. She was small and fit perfectly in his arms. So even though he was so much taller than her, he could guide her through the gentle waltz without too much trouble. She was quite adept at following him and seemed to know what he was going to do before he knew. She had almost perfect rhythm and kept up well without losing her steps.

When the orchestra led the waltz to a graceful close, Dan spun the princess under his arm and bent her back over his leg, letting her hair hang in open air as the violin music faded against the acoustics of the ballroom.

The next song came on and was a bit livelier. Dan popped the American princess back upright and bowed to her as the other delegations and attendees swarmed the floor to dance. This song wasn’t played by the orchestra—instead the DJ started a very popular song. With the modern music clashing with ball gowns and tuxedos, Dan felt it looked a bit like a secondary school prom.

“Thank you for dancing with me!” Dan shouted over the blasting speakers.

“Well, thank you for asking me!” she called back with a smile.

Dan glanced over both of his shoulders at the rest of the people. “Come with me! I want to show you something!” he suggested, offering her his hand. She raised one eyebrow and took it, letting him weave her through the mass of people on the dancefloor and out of the grand ballroom.

They wove through the palace and out onto a balcony. A light breeze fluttered the tulle on the princess’s dress and the tiny flyaway hairs on the top of Dan’s head.

London sprawled out before them—the massive metropolis glittered with light like the stars above them. The princess looked fondly out to the city while Dan watched her. There was an innocent, enchanted expression on her pretty face. She looked like she should one day run America. Dan had heard stories growing up about her father’s younger sister when she was young—a bit of a wild one with a plastic surgery addiction—and saw none of that princess in the one standing before him on his favorite balcony besides the one just outside his bedroom. The princess he watched stare in wonder and delight at the city was a relatively normal kid with a dose of common sense more than most of the other dignitaries.

“Y’know…” he started, jarring the girl from whatever reverie of London she was in. She turned to look at him with eyebrows raised expectantly. “If the message came directly from me… I could convince your parents to let you stay in the city for a while after the summit is over. Under my supervision and protection, of course.” The princess couldn’t help but give him a sarcastic expression.

“They would never agree to that. I’m not even the heir to the country but they still want me to learn how to run it.”

“What if… what if I gave them a legitimate reason to keep you in the UK for a while?”

“I don’t know if you could come up with one legitimate enough for them. They’re quite insistent on me learning as much as I can about the country in case something happens to my brother—leaving me to be queen.”

Dan cleared his throat awkwardly. “Would they agree if I said I wanted to… court you?”

That pulled all of her sarcasm and skepticism up short. She blinked in surprise and looked up at him, her eyes glimmering in the light from the city and stars. “They, uh… they might,” she admitted. If there was one thing her parents wanted more than her learning how to run America so that it wasn’t run into the ground by her hothead of a brother, it was to marry her off to an equally powerful ruler, guaranteeing her to become a queen.

Her parents were very political.

“But, they’d have to actually see us… courting in order to believe it. And I couldn’t ask you to do that,” she remarked.

“No. No. You wouldn’t have to ask,” Dan put in quickly. “I, er… I would like to court you.”

The American princess’s lips parted in surprise. “I… I… okay!”