#was gonna call it greek fire (ofc)

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i hate having fanfic ideas i can’t/wont write

like i have one that i really want to write but despise doing rewrites of canon (bc back and forth between canon and new shit… even the thought drains me). but like… i still love it

basically, it’s a fic about young leo getting recruited into luke’s army. after leaving camp, luke came across a young, unclaimed demigod (who didn’t even know he was a demigod). he sees his talent in inventing things with only scraps and decides to recruit him. luke shows him the world of gods and demigods and tells leo he plans to make a new world, one where they don’t have to suffer anymore, one where no kid has to worry about getting hurt by those that are supposed to protect them or failed by the system meant to keep them safe, one where… nobody is left behind or abandoned. leo adores luke since he’s never had any adult male figure in his life, so he clings to the first guy who seems to care about him. they became very close and luke practically takes leo under his wing. he makes inventions for luke to help him fight the war and eventually shows him his powers. however, after the whole possession thing, leo starts to doubt if he’s doing the right thing. also, he wonders if any of the jokes the others make about him being a ‘replacement annabeth’ hold any weight. he doesn’t like fighting and especially doesn’t like hurting people with fire, not after what happened to his mother. luke promised he wouldn’t have to fight but his words don’t mean anything now that kronos is pulling the strings. the last straw was the experiments that transpired. kronos wondered if a boy who couldn’t be burned could be hurt by greek fire. luke did nothing to stop it, even as leo howled in pain. it didn’t scar or injure him, but he finally knew what it felt like to be burned alive. the worst part? now he could summon greek fire (and it hurt like hell to do so).

so, he decides he’d had enough. he can’t leave (he still has hope luke will come to his senses and they can run away and live happily together) but he does rebel in any way he can. he gifts greek fire to chb, he makes faulty inventions that easily break, and so on. eventually, the big war happens. he’s there by luke’s side the whole time. he watches ethan and luke die. he realizes then when he’s not even acknowledged by his dying brother figure that he meant nothing to him. that whole time he’d been used. he truly was just a replacement for someone else all along, one that could be cast aside once the original showed their face. worst of all is the consequences of his actions. the gods were angry and wanted someone to punish. luke was dead and kronos was gone, he was all that was left. well, their were many other demigods left but they were all mere soldiers. leo was special. leo was dangerous. leo’s inventions, which luke promised wouldn’t be used to harm, only to incapacitate, had been altered and used to kill. the gods decided to curse him. goody two shoes percy tried to object but leo told him to fuck off and mind his own business. leo left the experience brother figure less, a curse that made it so no mortal nor child of the greek gods would love him (since he helped luke out of love), and a scar thanks to percy jackson (since the two of them had a scuffle during the fighting)

leo left the world of gods and monsters behind. he just wanted to be a normal kid. he wanted a bland, mundane life where he could hopefully do some good to undo the horrors he committed, even if he didn’t intentionally do them and thought he was doing the right thing. however, a certain ex babysitter had other plans. now, his trip to the grand canyon was ruined, his best friend had amnesia, his coach was gone, and annabeth chase was back and seemed to think leo had something to do with the disappearance of her boyfriend.

yeah, that’s basically all i had planned. i was just planning to write a fic about the moments in between hoo with flashbacks to his time with luke (and also rewrites of hoo to fit the au) but ehhh. can’t do it so it just lives in my head sometimes

there was going to be a lot of like healing from trauma, coping with guilt and survivors guilt, platonic love, found family, and even some valgrace (cause i’m predictable) but… welp

so i decided just to ramble on tumblr lol

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【 book 6 thoughts ! 】

i said i'd share my thoughts, so here they are so far >:DD

part: one, two, three, four / ??

[ warning: spoilers for book 6 up until 6-16 under the cut !! ]

[ about : overblot lore drop ]

it took yuu long enough to actually TELL CROWLEY that grim was eating those rocks :')))) makes 110% sense that grim would lash out if he's been ingesting 5-overblot's-worth of purified blot

but also, i...can't believe it took twst this long to actually explain what was going on when we were fighting the overblots jsfksdfk like this whole time i've been assuming that people just. get knocked out or tired, but what they explained made so much more sense.

crowley has said that overblotting is rare. but then how come at nrc ?? there's been 5 consecutive overblots in less than a school year ?? (the twst timeline so far is from sept till around feb, bc book 5 was set during a "spring festival" iirc) the reason they don't know enough about overblots is bc they don't have enough subjects who have overblotted to research, so... i do wonder if there's something else at play here, maybe something has changed in NRC since yuu came ?

[ about : ortho lowkey scares me ]

ortho honey....wdym do we need bring back the target alive.....ofc we need grim alive sobs (the juxtaposition between his youthful n polite way of talking + the way he literally knows everything bc his brain is the internet kinda scares me a lot.)

[ about : vil's apology ]

i made a separate post to talk about this bc i started writing n it really got too long, so yes. but also. vil whipping out 50k madol like it's nothing. his acting career has really done him well.

and kalim donating it to ramshackle, my beloved. he's so nice. even while he's saying "it was sO RUN DOWN !!" as kalim was listing out the bad stuff abt ramshackle, i wonder how yuu was able to LIVE in this dump for 6 months.

[ about : ROBOTS ???? ]

HELLO ?? INTRUDERS ????? ROBOTS ?? WHAT ????? they're ignihyde blue....also the boat ? logo ? on their arms ??? what the heck does that mean ??? ok wait i can vaguely read out letters on their arm,,,styx ?? like the river styx in the greek underworld ? having a headache, are we gonna see the underworld somehow in this book ? wait, if the facility or whatever is called styx, are these robots the "charons" ? they're carrying oar-like staffs + they're trying to capture targets D and E and bring them in,,,,kinda like how charon brought souls in a boat to cross the styx river in myth. (also i was right, leona called them ferrymen >:DD)

(n they have grim. interesting that they'd ignore yuu tho, considering it was them who is the string that connects all the overblots.)

(also don't you just hate it when you win the battle, but then in canon the chars actually lost the battle. so you're just sitting there like -_-)

[ about: ob gang's capture ]

it was. very in character how each of them got captured.

vil and jamil were protecting other people (aka the freshmen, and in jamil's case, kalim) vil is really big on his responsibilities, so even though he authorized the use of magic, he still told the freshmen to stand back bc he knew they were unskilled in combat magic n that they'd get hurt bc they don't know hot to properly defend. meanwhile, jamil was probably covering any of kalim's blindspots + making sure he doesn't get hurt while looking for places where he could attack.

riddle went out with a bang, they hit him with a paralyzing beam, and he still had enough magic power to set everything on fire before they could hit him again. he also authorized everyone to fight, bc he probably believed that a group effort could take them down. as always, his sheer firepower is very impressive, the amount of magic he has and his attacking prowess is...wow.

leona....protected ruggie from harm first, saving him from glass and telling him to back off. and then he immediately scanned them to identify who they are. and of course, leona of all people, would know who they are. i think people forget, but a large reason why leona's so smart and why he skips class is bc he quite literally learned all that material when he was younger. the fact that he was the only one to recognize anti-magic plates meaning that resistance was futile and the logo from his time at the palace. (and that moment between ruggie and leona,,,,leona knows that he can trust ruggie w/ the wellbeing of savanaclaw until he returns T^T)

meanwhile azul was with idia, even though he didn't know what was happening, he got extra info from idia n ortho,,, the way azul was about to fight and idia went don't bother (bc he actually likes azul as a friend bro), and ortho went "the chances of you sustaining an injury drops by 87% if you don't struggle ^^" also. idia being concerned ? kind of ? by the ferrymen's forcefulness while coming in and taking the students is nice to see (and i KNEW it. i bet that idia's parents, or the shroud family in general, runs this Styx facility)

and they took crowley ?? crowley seems to know exactly what's going on, so i wonder why they didn't coordinate their...pick up with him beforehand (they legit destroyed so much public property + trespassed for no reason)

[ about : the plane ride ]

it's scary how they're all in a cramped dark space flying to who knows where. like how inhumane ?? they're about to take these people to do research w/ them, but clearly they don't care that they're humans, and they treat them more like convenient test subjects that have converged coincidentally in one school.

RIDDLE SLEEPING ON LEONA'S LAP IS SO FUNNY SJFDKSJFKS I CANTTTTT the way his leg was probably cramping,,,,three hours w/o moving and someone sleeping on you, he has so much patience onggg

[ about : styx ]

so...styx is an organization that does research on blot. it makes perfect sense why crowley would know they'd come knocking, since they have had 5 overblots that one school year. and the shroud family are "the watchman of the isle of woe". leona explains that they take overblotted mages there. what i don't understand is why countries can't interfere with them ?? or is it that they won't interfere with their research bc...styx' research benefits them too perhaps...?

from what leona said, they handled extreme overblot cases that regular magic marshals couldn't handle aka ones that can't un-blot anymore, so why are they coming after the ob gang ? not only were some of their overblots months ago, they've also all safely un-blotted, and transitioned back to normal life... ig my question is why them, and why now.

(it's a cool detail that the ob gang actually got help after their overblots. like it wasn't like everyone just picked up where they left off, vil mentioned medical mages and proper counseling, and that means that they were able to talk to someone about the things that troubled them.)

[ about : idia's family ]

not only do they run the jupiter conglomerate, aka the google of twisted wonderland, they might also run styx ? idia did ask the charon dudes if his mom and dad were away, ig this is what the shroud family ACTUALLY does behind the scenes of their big tech and energy business.

it also explains why idia deleted all those prospective work emails in the end of book 5,,,,bc he just knows that he won't be able to work or pursue any of his other dreams. his fate has been sealed since day 1 bc he was born a shroud, so he's probably going to end up having to take over Styx and its research in the future.

(and azul. being as on-brand as ever and saying he should've made idia in debt to him....sir, his family legit just kidnapped you, chill)

[ about : iDIA SHROUD ?? ]

HELLO. IDIA SHROUD ACTING DIRECTOR OF STYX ???? that means that his parents DO own styx, and that they're letting him run it for now while they're doing other things.... also i really hope that the ob gang don't get hurt hhhh

aaaannd i'm stopping here bc it's late, i did not realize that so much time had passed...i'm tempted to keep playing but i must sleep. n e ways yea this was just me rambling about what was happening as it happened, so i hope you...enjoyed ?? (if you did read this far)

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Choking On Sapphires 93

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)

Title & Song: Bigger Boys and Stolen Sweethearts

Summary: Alfie is never far from paranoia. But he and Genevieve both find that it's granted when it seems like the whole of London could be out to get them.

Warnings/Tags: Crime. Canon typical everything. 

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There were only a handful of men in the abandoned warehouse in London this night. A location well suited, as gloomy and shady as their business practices. The cover of smog and fog from the nearby canal both serving as cover for their 'off the book' transactions. Despite their dastardly reputations, if these few men had somehow all been taken out at one time, the city would’ve plunged into bloody chaos that would lead to more trouble than already fell upon their territories.

They were a motley crew to be sure, all with twitching hands and shifty eyes. Not an ounce of trust to be found between any of them. They’d been called to this neutral ground on the guise there was a threat looming over them all. But since when wasn't there one? This desperate claim had been made by Niko, the newest head of the Greek gang who was less than a year into leading after assassinating his father. He was being met with much criticism. The decision to bring together the gangs and criminal leaders of London tonight would be met with the same disdain.

The men stood in their big coats with deep pockets, their seconds in the shadows of the dimly lit and dusty warehouse. Niko stood self-assured in his shirt with the rolled-up sleeves to show his heavy and dark forearms, hair black and slicked away from a strong masculine face. He was feeling accomplished for the ability to get all these infamous people together, and if he’s been smarter he would have actually done something with the occasion. You had the drug runners, the triads, who expected the threat to be from another country. The Sicilians who were known for their brothels thought perhaps new law enforcement might’ve been a threat to their money-making. The English boys and their known violence with the protection rackets they ran, this being their home and all, were worried about the Americans coming in and trying to disrupt the well-established lines in the sand for territories. There were bookmakers and gambling den owners, none who wanted their flows disrupted. Sabini, perhaps the most intelligent of them all had been over the race tracks for some time now, only sharing the space by negotiation or force with the Peaky boys or the Jews. And he couldn’t help but notice neither of which were at this gathering.

Sabini, looking at his pocket watch with a hard face knows Alfie wouldn’t be one to be late, and seeing as he knew the rumors of he and Nikos falling out, his suspicions were growing by the ticks of the watch hands. His faith this would be worth his while was dwindling just as quickly.

“I suppose you are the ones who are going to show...shame not everyone could hear this.” Niko begins, standing from his perched spot on a large wooden crate. “I know you have heard of a joining of powers to be happening soon. And I believe we should all take this as a threat.”

“What are the bloody Americans doin' now?” Billy Hill, one of the English roughens groans.

“No Americans.” Niko corrects and most of the men in the room go through relief and then a feeling of ‘then what?’. “One of London’s own and the French.” He begins.

Sabini groans audibly.

“I’m serious!” Niko insists with eyes that say he’s telling the truth. “I’m sure you’ve all heard that the Jew Alfie Solomons and that French whore Genevieve Durand are getting married.”

“Fucks sake.” Is the grumble of choice that works its way around the crowd.

“We can’t have her alliances and the Jews pairing! It’ll throw off the balance we’ve worked so hard to achieve!”

“And how is Solomons marrying going to affect anyone but him?” The annoyed lead of the Asian gangs calls out.

“This Durand is no ordinary woman.” Niko compulsorily insists.

“Yeah, we know you’re sweet on her.” Sabini mutters.

“This is about her French connections. Parliament, the gypsies, and the Irish! All of them will be with Solomons and not against him now because of her.”

“Look. She’s the godmother of a Shelby baby. That hardly calls for panic. She’s the niece of a French Jew, who has NO footing here. Those are not alliances. You’re acting like a bloody woman, so dramatic.” Sabini purses his lips.

“We all know what Horne did to her.” Billy interjects. “If you think she’s a threat after a wallop like that you’re mad. Alfies the one ya gotta watch for, and you know those Jews, they get all sentimental about their wives. This could work in our favor if he’s gone soft for the bird.”

“I do not think underselling Solomons is a good move. You saw what he did to Horne.” The Asian lead reminds them.

“That shows how unstable he is!” Niko yells.

“Well he didn’t kill his own father now did he?” One of the bookmakers snarks.

“Everyone agreed to that!” Niko shouts, his anger showing at not getting his way.

“Yeah and I think everyone’s agreeing that we don’t give a fuck about the hard prick you’ve got for Solomons woman and how you want us to the dirty work to take him out of the picture.” Billy’s known brash remarks surprise no one.

“That’s not what this is about. She’ll be trouble! I'm telling you. She’s a sly one. Don’t underestimate her. She could be a loose cannon and telling Solomons what to do, and with the men she’s got behind her she could try to take over the city!”

Everyone but Niko laughs. “Her? Telling ALFIE what to do?” Sabini laughs and wipes away an imaginary tear to sell his point. “You daft boy, listen… she’s a woman yeah? She’s gonna get married and shit out a few little kykes and fall into place. Same as the rest. It’s what they DO.”

“She’s not like other women.” Niko growls.

“We know you’re sore about losin' her to a old man like Solomons, yeah?”

“Maybe she prefers the cut cocks.” Someone remarks and a chuckle passes through the group.

“More like the money.” Another adds and a general nod of agreement moves in a wave across the room.

“LISTEN!” Niko shouts in anger. “I think this marriage is a bad idea. She’s been knocked senseless, attacking people in public, and we know Solomons can be unpredictable. Look what he did to Horne!?”

“A man’s love and loyalty to a woman is fueled by an ancient fire. He was within his right to do that.”

“As poetic as that is,” Sabini rolls his eyes “I’ve known Alfie longer than any of you. And if I say there’s no reason to react then there’s not.” He states clearly with the wheels in his head turning his unspoken thoughts.

“He burned down half the city for that woman. He threw a tantrum like a child and bypassed so many of our unspoken rules in the name revenge.” Niko screeches.

“Like you now, yeah?” Sabini snarks. “You have no business with either of them now. Because YOU threw a fit? Remember?” Niko puffs up in shame. “Why do you care? Why are you wasting our time?” Sabini gestures with his hands and gives Niko a disgusted expression for bringing them there “If ya gonna call us all up, Why not talk about the upcoming elections? Or how they're clearing out the slums and breaking up all our established territories?” The reaction from the group is a unanimous groan of agreement. “Those are real fuckin’ things to worry about. If you’re so concerned about women in power why not go after the fucking labour party too?” Sabine’s experience overrides Niko and his barely thought out objections.

The group laughs and makes Niko feel small and childish. A feeling he hated as the youngest son and one he hadn’t felt since his father died. It did him and no one else any favors to light that pain within him again. For it was the one that lead him to kill the last man who caused it. But now that he had the attention of the entire family. ho knows how he would lash out next time he reached his breaking point?

For as crass and disrespectful as Sabini was, he wasn’t the dumbest criminal in London by a long shot. He’d thought about what Niko said after patronizing him in front of everyone. Even though he didn’t agree, he did have a few points of sense that he hadn’t meant to make. Alfie would be having to change up his repertoire. He had Shelby in Parliament and an uncle in law that was the head of a crime family. Albeit was in France, but clout was clout and bodies were bodies when fighting broke out. Sabini didn’t think Gen would be a problem, as he had heard of her seriousness with her newly found Judaism and expected her to be a good little wife and let her husband rule the roost. But Sabini only knew of the slurs and stereotypes for the Jewish people, not so much their beliefs. Because if he had, he’d know what sort of power, Gen, as the wife would hold in their household. Instead, he saw an opportunity to mend things with Alfie. A peace offering for the joyous occasion so it wouldn’t seem suspicious. As he had said, he knew Alfie. He knew what he was capable of and what a pain in the arse he could be. He’d like to make things easier, not harder so he knows it’s time to make a truce, to show him he wasn’t a threat. Sabini knew it was time to reach out to an old school mate. Because he most certainly didn’t want Alfie Solomons on his bad side.

———

Genevieve’s giggle could be heard from the other side of her bedroom door. The raised hand to knock hesitates.

“Do I have to do it?” The young boy winces, fearing interrupting Solomons during his time with his fiancé.

“Oh fucking-c’mon!” Claire gruffs and shoves him out of the way. “Gen? Alfie? Pardon the interruption but we have some little birds with news out here.

The groan of Alfie can be heard, rolling to his back and throwing his arm dramatically. “WOT THEY WANT?” He shouts as Gen pops out of bed to throw his pants at him and slide on a gown before slinking back into bed. “WHO is it?” He asks quickly after.

“One of yours and one of Genevieve’s.”

“Both?” She hears the women in question ask.

“Come in.” Alfie commands, now sitting up with the covers pulled up under his arms.

“Go on.” Claire shoves the two young boys into the room who feel immediately as if they were trespassing. She stands in the doorway so they cannot leave and watches them creep forward.

“Ya gonna speak or what?” Alfie asks with a jut of his chin.

“Yes sir.” The taller of the two mumbles as he steps forward.

“Come to the foot of the bed and speak up.” Genevieve directs with much more kindness in her tone, directing them with a pointed finger.

“Yes ma’am.” The boy keeps his eyes lowered, his hat being wrung in his hands, a clear ring of sweat around his collar. “Who first?”

“You dear, you’ve been employed the longest,” She explains to Alfie's nervous spy. “Seniority.” She nods.

“Yes ma’am. There was news of a meeting last night.”

After a pause, Alfie makes a rolling motion with his hand. “Anything else to go wif that to make it useful?”

“Downtown they saw some men meeting in one of the old warehouses.”

“Some men?” Genevieve tries to get more out of the boy.

“Gangsters, ma’am.”

“Mmmph. And who?”

“Only person I was told the Greeks.”

“Fuckin ell.” Alfie sighs. “That all ya got?”

“Yes sir.”

“I have more.” The smaller of the two adds sheepishly.

“Then out wif it.” Alfie demands loudly.

“The Greek was there first, then some of the English Hill lads and the bookmaker Comer. Triads, Sabini, and the other Italians.”

“Now that’s the kinda report I need yeah?” Alfie says in a fatherly tone to his informer.

“Is that all?” Genevieve pries a final time.

“No one was inside to hear what was said but no shots or shoutin' and it was over very quickly. No one we knew was there.”

Alfie hums with narrowed eyes in thought. “What of the fascists?”

“No political men, only the kind what run the streets like you, sir.”

“Good lad.” He nods in approval.

“Claire pay them their due.” Genevieve points her way. “Leave with her boys, thank you.”

“Give the missus boy more,” Alfie calls out and the young one's eyes blink with surprise. “We reward detail. Leave nothing to interpretation when ya can lads.”

“Yes sir.” In unison comes from the shabby pair.

After the door is shut behind them the minds of the two business owners are piecing together what they had.

“Of course I wasn’t invited to this but I’m assuming you weren’t as well?”

“No,” Alfie says with a slow shake of his head. “No Jews at all actually.”

“But no fascists. Curious.”

“Not about us then.”

“Not as a whole, no. But Niko…”

“Yeah that... fuckers up to somefin.”

“I’ll keep an ear out, poke around at my retailers today.”

“Good, good. I know I can lean heavily on paranoia…”

“It’s kept you alive this long.” Genevieve smirks. “Listen to your gut, always.”

“But no one you run wif was there. None of ours. Leads one to believe this might be personal, yeah?”

“I do agree. We know the man isn’t happy about us. Now we're being left out and those with known loyalty to us are as well. I don’t believe that to be paranoia so much as putting together a bigger picture. Perhaps you could ask-“

“Sabini, yeah.” He finishes her thought.

“Mmm Hmm. He’s been behaving as of late. Due for another check-in I’d say.”

“And I’d say you’re right.”

———————-

Sabini happened to have reached out to Solomons for a meeting before Alfie had the chance to initiate. Alfie knew this meant one of two things, that Sabini needed him, or he needed Sabini. Or perhaps a third option of both? Alfie was prepared for all outcomes as he prided himself in.

For anyone else the smugness on Derby’s face, set to its usual twitch of him acting as if he’d smelled shit, would’ve been an indicator of which option was on the table for discussion. But this observation was useless against someone like Sabini. He didn’t give himself away until you dug in close and arrogance was his base nature.

He waltzed in like some greyscale silent film star with shiny shoes and a coat draped over his shoulders. His appearance next to Alfie gives nothing away that they were both raised in the same streets as the learned posh facade Sabini had long practiced to appear authentic. Alfie even has the passing thought of observing Sabini’s practiced measures of sitting down to be a tad too feminine at this point but that was neither here nor there, he supposes.

Alfie’s nose twitches both from his business mate’s luxury cologne and his impatience for the small talk. He was only interested in faux comradery if he could benefit from it. Sabini was lamenting on the state of the cabinet, the changes, and the way the kids no longer remembered the war and it was leading in directions he didn’t particularly care for. Perhaps it was an attempt to be personable, but Alfie had no time for such things when it came to someone who he’d known since before his balls dropped.

Alfie perks up his demeanor, hands flat and wide on his old wooden desk, dust unsettling as he hit heavily against the top. “Now DERBY… “He clears his throat, lips pooching out ever so slightly to appear in thought, but it was clearly making a mockery of the behavior of Sabini. “We could, y’know, sit and listen to you talk out ya arse ‘bout shit no one gives a FUCK about.” he blinks rapidly and nods his head with his low brow directed at his associate. “Or we could just skip it, the gossipin’ like the birds ‘n that, and get down to business. Like men.” his tongue punctuates against his teeth to show through his deepened voice that he meant what he said. In case Derby had forgotten.

“Now for what it’s worth, your precision is something I always did like about you Alfie.”

“Compliments ain’t like you now, Derby, old friend. Should I pull me cock out for those sweet words or do you want to get to your fucking point?”

With a slight wince of his lips, Sabini takes a deep breath to crispen his delivery. “I am here as a show of good faith, right? I have some information that you need and I want to discuss how this might affect us in the future.”

“Us?” Alfie laughs and sits back in his chair with a smug grin. “Presumptuous, innit?”

“Yes. Us, Alfie.” Sabini states with the annoyance already showing through in his voice.

“Go on then.” a demanding hand motions forth from the leather chair.

“The Greeks are trying to upset the truces.”

“Ahhh.” Alfie groans. “Always the fuckin’ Greeks, yeah? If not then it’s the Italians.” he jokes.

Sabini chose to ignore the jab. “I have the information you want. But I need something from you in return.”

“How do you know I need it? How do you know, yeah? That I don’t already know?” Alfie's lip curled up almost in an almost childish taunt.

“Because you aren’t reaching out to anyone. You’d be doing damage control if you knew. Gettin’ all the little ducks in a row to keep everyone in line.”

“You are being rather bold, y’know, there mate... Don’t much care for it to be honest. Arrogance, innit? Which means, you tellin' me how you think I fuckin’ run things, which you can fuck RIGHT OFF with, mate, respectively, I mean that Derby old mate… THAT indiscretion leads me to believe, yeah? That you do genuinely think that the information you have is valuable.” he taps the desk in front of him to demand the information with not only his words. “So what is it that you think is so important that you’d come down here to mingle among us… dirty dust bin lids, I believe is what you call us.

“I need something from you in return.”

Alfie throws his hands up half way, “Let me ask you this Derby, in all seriousness now lad, Are you thick? Are you lame? NO! No, listen ‘cause that statement was something an imbecile would say to a man like me.”

Sabini sighs and rolls his eyes, “Me ‘n you go way back Alfie. We’ve been enemies, and we’ve been friends. And isn’t it much better when we’re friends?”

“Oh yeah, mate.”

“I need us to be on the same side here. We grew up together. Immigrant lads and the like. We know war, we know the streets, we have an advantage here as a pair and I want to propose we work together instead of apart for the foreseeable future.”

“Mmm.” is Alfie’s only response. Best you stay silent and let the other man do the talking.

“Can you agree to that? We can do it formally, with your contracts and that. I know how your lot loves to have documentation of everything.”

“Can ya fuckin’ blame us? What with whats’ goin’ on out there?”

“That’s why we need to work together.”

“How’s about you tell me what this information is and I will tell you if it’s worth me workin’ with a man like you? You Italians aren’t known for your inclusivity ya daft fascists.”

“Alfie.” Sabini groans. “You know I'm not that stupid and I know you aren’t either. Let’s move past this yeah? I’m English, I don’t live in bloody Italy, my parents don’t live there, I work with what’s in front of me don’t I? Not with my head in some other fuckin’ country. Give me a bit of credit here, I'm not some amateur.”

“A truce?” Alfie quickly switches the conversation direction in a show of understanding.

“Yes.” An exasperated Sabini spits out.

“What terms?” Alfie asks with a rather dainty placement of his gold spectacles and a lick of his pen.

“We share the tracks. I can give you more races to share if you agree to not come for me or my men. We won’t cross on each other territories of businesses. No fighting over pubs and theatres. We’d have each other's backs, like the good old days.”

“Good old days.” Alfie snorts as keeps writing. “I get one race a month of my own. Share the rest.”

“Fine.”

“NO crossing territories, no murderin’, no fightin’.” Alfie repeats, with a mumble as it’s the least of his worries.

“Agreed.”

“And the giving of men for circumstances of attack and revenge on other groups if the situation arises.”

“Acceptable.”

“Then sign here,” Alfie says with a satisfied expression. “You must be in a right spot, mate. Givin’ up this.”

“It’s an investment.”

“Mmm.” Alfie hums and shakes the paper to dry the ink. “Now. This information…”

“There was a meeting-”

“Remember when I said I knew things…?”

“Let me bloody talk now. We get it you KNOW things, Alfie.” he interjects with an annoyed wave of his hand. “What you might not know is that Niko tried to gather the lot of us from all of London and turn us on you.”

“Mmm.” another sound of acknowledgment that meant nothing.

“He doesn’t trust you or your bride to be. Congratulations by the way.”

“Thank you.” he nods gracefully.

“We all know he’s after her, yeah? But he wants us to believe she’ll turn you against everyone and try to take us all down one by one. Which after your reaction to Horne, almost all of us aren’t sure what the fuck to think about you.”

“Couldn’t possibly have been intentional.”

“I wanted a truce because I don’t want you coming at me how you did Horne. A new war between us will do nothing but lead to problems I don't fucking have time for anymore. Not with how the worlds changing and us getting older.”

“Yeah, I feel it in my legs mostly...” Alfie groans.

“Niko is going to come for you. I believe you need to set up a meeting of your own and address him and, well bloody almost everyone else. It might help, might not. But at least then when faced with you and not behind your back you might see what sort of man Niko has turned into after taking over.”

“Never was much of one to begin with.” Alfie rolls his eyes.

“No, which makes him behave like a child and thus not act according to the truces that are set in place.”

“Yeah yeah.” Alfie nods. “There needs to be somethin’ said. Can’t have the little wanker goin’ round runnin’ his fuckin’ mouth bout me. OR my wife. “

“All this over a fucking woman.” Sabini groans.

Alfie points a ringed and aggressive finger his way. “You can’t be talking about her either, yeah? That’ll break this little agreement faster than I could put a bullet in your fuckin’ skull, right?”

“I'm not. Nothing personal just… he’s acting like a little boy. I know marriage is important to you Jews.”

“Always the tasteful one, Derby.”

“You know what I fuckin’ mean.”

“Unfortunately I do speak prick.”

“Alfie, I’m not after you or your wife. In any capacity. How I talk is just how I talk, yeah? I don't mean nothin’ by it, it’s just how I am. How we grew up. And I know you. We know each other right? And I would rather work with the devil I know than the devil I don’t. And that’d be you. Especially after what you did to Horne.”

“Mmph.” Alfie nods. “Spose that checks out.”

“I was impressed, I’ll admit. We haven’t seen a retaliation wipe out a whole enterprise like that in decades.”

“And I’d dig him up, skull fuck him and set him on fire if I could. Salt the fuckin’ earth wherever his feet touched.” Alfie's eyes are familiar darkness to Sabini. He’d expected as much from him after seeing the ash fall from the city skyline line it was snow from the destruction Alfie orchestrated. “I don’t blame you for not wantin’ me on your bad side. I know they say we’re both crazy now.”

“But see...I know neither of you are.”

“And that’s why we’ve not killed you yet, mate. Every now and then, you use your brain. ”

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2) What if.... Crossover with PJO? Like: Bakugou being a child of Athena or a child of Hephaestus or Ares or even Apollo or Nike. There are other demigods like Mic (Apollo's kid) and kids on other clases (gen ed maybe). Usually the demigods don't become heroes, it's too much doing quest and also being a hero, they want a pice of normality, but Kat is different and want to protect and save and win. The monsters are more difficult to fight but it's ok. Points extra if the class finds out. 😉😉

Okay, so I only read the first book of the PJO series (idk why i didn’t read the rest) YEARS ago, so I barely know anything about it. Only the very basics.

That’s why it took me so long to answer this!! I had to look some stuff up after I finished my morning classes!!!

Anyway, this would obviously take place after the original series ends for plot convience and more artistic liberties.

SO!!!

After much consideration, I say that Bakugou is the son of Zelus. (have I ever heard of this god before? no.)

He’s the god of many things, but what fits Bakugou is the Dedication, Emulation (though not imitation), Eager rivalry, and Zeal.

I was tempted to make him the son of the goddess of victory, Nike, but I feel like this would fit more. This way, he has a rival (“you’re the child of Nike, but i’m the one that’s gonna win”).

Also, in this AU, All Might would be Heracles.

Of course, people wouldn’t know that.

They’d think that he just has a quirk, but no, he’s Heracles. Maybe, still got the quirk from the previous OFA user, so he still passes that off to Deku, but he’s still extremely strong and whatnot.

I think that during the battle at Kamino, he still shrinks, but he’s still the strongest man. He was still injured, so he still coughs blood (does that happen with gods? idk but it does now).

So Bakugou still feels guilty and whatnot.

———

Every summer, Bakugou went to Camp Halfblood. Obviously, no one except his parents knew that.

(his canon parents. He looks like Mitsuki because she’s mortal and had a child with Zelus. Masaru is basically Katsuki’s stepdad)

At the camp, Katsuki met Shinsou, son of Aizawa, who’s the god of sleep. (greek name is Hypnos)

So when they find out that they’re both attending U. A., the only hero school that knows about gods and goddesses and whatnot and trains them, of course both of them are excited.

At the camp, they bond, and even when they have to go back to school, they find themselves meeting on the weekends and whenever both of them are free.

(There’s really no plot I have in mind, just characters and relationships)

So they get into UA, and here, Shinsou got accepted into Class 1-A of the hero course.

————

Things stay relatively the same plot wise, except more of the classmates are children of gods:

Momo and Jirou, daughters of Apollo (sisters in this AU)

(or if you don’t want them to be sisters, Momo could be the daughter of Athena and Jirou is the daughter of Euterpe, the muse of music)

Deku, son of Hephaestus (he was weak, but his father didn’t just have a fire breathing quirk, he was the god of fire, and this is why after only 10 months, he was able to wield the strongest quirk(s), OFA)

THAT COULD BE THE REASON WHY BAKUGOU HATES THE NOTEBOOKS. BECAUSE IT REVEALS ALL OF THEIR SECRETS.

OR DEKU COULD JUST BE A REGULAR HUMAN AND THE REASON WHY BAKUGOU PUSHES HIM AWAY IS BECAUSE DEKU IS THE CLOSEST THAT ANYONE HAS COME TO FINDING OUT HIS SECRETS!!!

Kouda, son of Gaia, “Mother Earth” and sister to Rhea, goddess of nature (the reason he’s so quiet is not only because he prefers nature to people, but because he’s a terrible secret keeper, and he doesn’t want to accidentally reveal anything)

Not in UA:

Ms. Joke could be Thalia, one of the Muses. the muse of comedy!!!

Inasa is obviously the son of the god of wind, Aeolus.

AFO could be Ares, god of war. ig

I DO NOT KNOW IF ANY OF THESE ARE ACCURATE. IM JUST LOOKING AT THIS LIST OF GOD(DESSES) ONLINE LMAO!!!

(and the formatting is probably really weird but i wanted to provide a hint of organization!!!)

————

So anyway, there are a few demigods and gods that either teach or are students.

They all somehow gravitate towards each other, and kinda bond over this.

Really all I can think about is them trying to balance living normal lives with normal humans and trying to deal with the monsters that are constantly being sent after them because they’re always managing to piss off the other gods and goddesses.

Like,, for some reason, Aizawa and a lot of the students that never miss a day are gone. The rest of the people there are panicking when none of them answer any calls or texts.

After about a day, everyone is ready to wreak chaos in search of their peers when they hear what sound like people collapse outside.

They run out only to find their classmates and their teachers in a heap on the ground, covered in dirt and superficial injuries and passed out.

They’re all confused/worried and just try to get them all inside.

Deku either wakes up and pulls out a notebook (demigod ver) or gets suspicious and pulls out a notebook (human ver), and Bakugou immediately gets up, destroys it (whether with his quirk or he just eats it) and passes out again.

Ofc everyone else is Even More Confused and Worried, but they just take care of everyone’s injuries and cleans them up as much as they can.

When the students and Aizawa wake up, they’re bombarded with questions, and everyone has a different excuse or just doesn’t answer.

After the 5th time this has happened, anyone that has the displeasure of having to take care of the exhausted pile of a god and some demigods just stops asking questions. (yes, they have woken up in stranger places and situations).

THIS IS REALLY LONG BUT NOT A LOT OF PLOT LIKE MY OTHER ONES!!! I JUST DIDNT KNOW MUCH ABOUT THIS, SO I HAD TO TRY MY BEST AND MOSTLY ENDED UP EXPLAINING WHO WOULD BE THE GOD OF/CHILD OF WHAT/WHO!! ITS NOT TOO BAKUGOU CENTERED BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE LITTLE BIT OF ACTUAL WRITING AT THE END!!! IM SO SORRY!!!

THANK YOU THOUGH!! I DONT KNOW MUCH ABOUT MYTHOLOGY, BUT IT HAS NEVER BEEN BORING WHEN I HAD TO LOOK STUFF UP FOR IT!!! 💖💕💓💞💗💝

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really LONG CHARACTER SURVEY. RULES.

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FULL NAME : Katrina Elaine Garcia (nee Lovett). NICKNAME : Kate. AGE : 25. BIRTHDAY : February 3rd. ETHNIC GROUP : Caucasian. NATIONALITY : American. LANGUAGE / S : English and Spanish. SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Heterosexual (possibly heteroflexible). ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Heteromantic (possibly heteroflexible). RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Verse independent. Usually played as single, but can also be either married to David or in a relationship with Javi. CLASS : Middle-lower class. HOME TOWN / AREA : Adrian, MI. CURRENT HOME : Verse dependent, previously Detriot, MI, but now nowhere in particular. PROFESSION : Former housewife, wanted to go back to college to become a professional dancer.

PHYSICAL. HAIR : Chestnut brown, long, wavy, side-braided. EYES : Hazel-green, almond-shaped, doe eyes, dark circles underneath. NOSE : Greek shaped, average length, rounded tip, freckled.  FACE : Oval shaped, freckled, high cheekbones. LIPS : Full, faint cupid’s bow, shorter, thinner upper lip, fuller/wider bottom lip. COMPLEXION : Olive, clear, soft/smooth, freckled. BLEMISHES : None. SCARS : None. TATTOOS : None. HEIGHT : 5′7″. WEIGHT : Roughly 120lbs. BUILD : Subtle hourglass shape, medium build, tallish, thin, not very muscular, most likely malnourished. FEATURES : Ears pierced once on each side, crescent shaped necklace, diamond wedding ring worn on the right hand. ALLERGIES : None. USUAL HAIR STYLE : Long, wavy hair worn in a side-braid on her left side. USUAL FACE LOOK : Content, peaceful, alert. USUAL CLOTHING : Plaid/flannel, t-shirt, rolled up jeans, Adidas, as well as a jacket, t-shirt, white capris, and Adidas. She wears jewelry, too.

PSYCHOLOGY. FEAR / S : Dying, losing the people she cares about, running out of supplies, running into David again. ASPIRATION / S : To survive. Previously it was to go back to college and make it big as a dancer. POSITIVE TRAITS : Adaptive, decisive, caring, tolerant, alluring. NEGATIVE TRAITS : Stubborn, paranoid, impulsive, impatient, short-tempered. MBTI : ENFP, the campaigner. ZODIAC : Aquarius. TEMPERAMENT : Sanguine. SOUL TYPE / S : Leader. ANIMALS :  Rabbit. VICE HABIT / S : She smokes weed way more frequently than she’d like to let on. FAITH : Free-thinker/Not religious. GHOSTS ? : She’s believed in them even prior to the apocalypse. AFTERLIFE ? : She wants to believe. REINCARNATION ? : She’d like to believe in this. ALIENS ? : She believes in them the same as ghosts. POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : Independent. ECONOMIC PREFERENCE : She’d like it to be middle-upper class. SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION : N/A. EDUCATION LEVEL : College graduate.

FAMILY. FATHER : Emerson Lovett. MOTHER : Lorraine Lovett. SIBLINGS : Javier Garcia (step-brother). EXTENDED FAMILY : The Garcias, and various aunts, uncles, and cousins. NAME MEANING / S : Katrina/Kate - Pure, Elaine - Bright, shining light, Lovett - Wolf cub/Young wolf, Garcia - Brave in battle. HISTORICAL CONNECTION ? : N/A.

FAVOURITES. BOOK : "The Great Gatsby”, “Pride and Prejudice”, “The Catcher and the Rye”. MOVIE : "Beauty and the Beast”, “Psycho”, “Fight Club”. 5 SONGS : “Hey Good Lookin” - Blonde Tongues, “Somethin About U” - Astronomyy, “Killing Me To Love You” - Vancouver Sleep Clinic, “Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby” - Cigarettes After Sex, “Breezeblocks” - alt-J. DEITY :  N/A. HOLIDAY : Halloween; she likes dressing up. MONTH : October; for the holiday and the weather. SEASON : Autumn; the weather isn’t too hot or cold and the leaves are changing color. PLACE : Her grandmother’s; it’s where she felt the most comfortable, safe, and loved.  WEATHER : Cloudy and raining since she finds it to be peaceful, but she likes breezy sunny days as well. SOUND : Music, laughter, crickets chirpping, waterfalls. SCENT / S : burnt out matches, clean linen, macintosh apples. TASTE / S : Spicy, salty, and sweet. FEEL / S : velveteen pillows and blankets, hugs, cuddles, someone playing with her hair, and fuzzy socks. ANIMAL / S : Chinchillas, otters, polar bears.   NUMBER : 3 since she considers it to be a lucky number, plus it’s the day she was born on. COLOUR : Crimson red, gold, olive, tan, chocolate brown, dodger blue.

EXTRA. TALENTS : Singing, dancing, cooking, baking, skateboarding, painting, styling hair. BAD AT : Sports, cards, cleaning, dishes, being subtle, controlling her impulses. TURN ONS : Funniness, a nice smile, friendly, charming, attractive, open-minded. TURN OFFS : Yelling, violence, rudeness, prudes, seriousness, close-minded. HOBBIES : Dancing, painting, styling hair, playing board games.  TROPES : Deadpan Snarker, Nice Girl, Unresolved Sexual tension. AESTHETIC TAGS : Flannel, plaid, music, weed, dancing, art, jewelry. GPOY QUOTES :  “The lights will guide you home.” “She’s caught been who she is and who she wants to be.” “Sometimes you’ve just gotta let go.” 

FC INFO. MAIN FC / S : Berenice Bejo. ALT FC / S : Jocelin Donahue. OLDER FC / S : None. YOUNGER FC / S : Mackenzie Foy. VOICE CLAIM / S : Shelly Shennoy. GENDERBENT FC / S : None.

MUN QUESTIONS. Q1 : if you could write your character your way in their own movie , what would it be called , what style would it be filmed in , and what would it be about ? A1 : It would basically be the same as it is now, but nothing bad would happen to the Garcias and somehow stuff would go back to normal, except Kate wouldn’t me married to David anymore and she’d be happy and finally be able to pursue her dream of becoming a dancer. Also, she’d live happily ever after with Javi because yolo. Q2 : what would their soundtrack / score sound like ? A2 : Just a mixture of indie, 80s, and 90s music. If you can imagine hipster music, that’s it. Q3 : why did you start writing this character ? A3 : I already fell in love with her at first sight, but it wasn’t until my friend Maddie talked about making a Mariana that I was like, “Welp. It’s settled. I’m making a Kate.” I’d already wanted to RP her, but it was Maddie who gave me the push I needed, lol. Q4 : what first attracted you to this character ? A4: I was awed by how beautiful she was firstly, but then I got a glimpse of her personality and I was like, “Omg, you’re so precious!!” She’s very relateable imo, and it was also the fact that I really felt for her after seeing how her relationship with David was. Not to mention, I’m almost always attracted to the parent characters, so... Lol. Q5 : describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse. A5 : How she let her impulse get the better of her and run out to grab Mariana when it was pointless to do so. Like, Mari’s dead, and Kate knew that, and yet, she still ran out to grab her even though it was open fire. Like, I love Kate dearly, but that was pretty stupid on her part. But ofc, it happened just to progress the plot, which also annoys me, but yeah... Q6 : what do you have in common with your muse ? A6 : We both like flannel/plaid and Javi, we both wear wedding rings on our right hand, we both tell it like it is, and we both care a lot for our friends and family. There’s probably more than that, but I can’t think of it atm. Q7 : how does your muse feel about you ? A7 : I never really thought about it guess??? I’m sure she’d be flattered that I like her so much, lol. I’d hope that she likes me, pfft. Q8 : what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ? A8: Any of the Garcias tbh. You never know what to expect. Q9 : what gives you inspiration to write your muse ? A9 : Re-watching playthroughs on Youtube or playing the game for myself. Q10 : how long did this take you to complete ? A10 : FOR-FUCKING-EVER BC CHROME KEPT CRASHING ON ME!!! But no for real, it took me probably about 14 hours in total. orz;;;