#xfem!oc

[justiceiswater]

the intimacy! the awkward innocence of it all! his intense love and respect for her and complete commitment to protecting her for further sexual trauma just rings around in my head and fills me up with appreciation!!

Nightingale - 37

Fandom: Naruto Pairing: Hatake Kakashi &/x Fem!OC Contents: Time lapse, fluff, angst, sweetness, smuttiness/smut, feels, awkward situation. It’s a bit random this time. A/N: As usual, ASK or REBLOG for tag! HUUUGE thanks to all who are reblogging already <3

Ch. 37

A few weeks have passed, and Uguïsu’s bandages have come off – at first leaving the hands raw and red but soon improving and keen to pull Kakashi close whenever there is a chance. It isn’t as often as he would like because the snow doesn’t put a stop to the missions, it merely changes the theme of them a bit as now roads have to be cleared for officials or merchants to get from one place to another. And of course the genin teams available double as guards – even highwaymen are forced to take what they can get as traffic has slowed to a near stop.

A new trend is rising this winter: randomly, spread throughout Konoha, lanterns made of perfectly shaped snowballs appear during wind-still nights, the light from the tea candles shining out between the gaps onto the crisp snow wherever they are placed. Toddlers are quick to pick up on the idea, the lumpy creations less stable than those made by the girls a few years older who carefully insert little sprigs of fir for decoration, making their creations stand out from the original maker’s.

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[warmaidensrevenge]

It's not a never

Pairing: Eddie x friend!fem plus size reader

A/N: Hi! So I lied. This is gonna be a three part series. I was getting a little carried away with everything I wanted to put in this fic. So that pushed it out to one more part. Tonight's part is basically filler. Just a heads up this is a slow burn. So if you don't like that kind of fic, this one is not for you. Anyways, thanks for reading. As always love ya. Byyyyeeeee

I do not give permission for my work to be posted anywhere else. Please respect all creators. Also, all pictures and songs are from a Google search and found on Spotify. A credit to original posters and artists. Thank you for your work.

Word count: 3,230

Warnings: 18+ no minors please. Language, angst, pinning, slow burn, slight fluff and not proof read.

Summary: A trip to be remembered and a confession that leaves Eddie puzzled.

Part 2

Bags were packed and loaded. Snacks and drinks were bought. A Ziploc bag full with coins for tolls and a map were in Eddie's glove box. And hours of music were picked. All that was left was to wake up at the ass crack of dawn. 

This senior ditch day was going to be epic. Months and months of saving and scrimping was all going to be worth it. 3 days of total and complete freedom. The road trip of a lifetime. One last hurrah. Together. 

Only this was gonna be tough. Being in close quarters with you for 3 whole days. How was he gonna deal?

Lately he was doing pretty good at keeping his feelings at bay… well that wasn't true. You had left for a week after the senior outing to visit the college you got into.

He missed you more than ever. But over those few days, he reflected back on everything. Sure how he now felt about you came unexpectedly. Still, he never wanted to be with anyone more. Especially since he realized you were perfect for each other.

However if he decided to make a move, there was no certainty that you would be up for it. Also, what would it do to the friendship? You guys had been friends way too long. It would be awkward. 

So he chose to push all that he felt away and enjoy this last trip with his friends.

… 

It was 4 am on Friday and everyone was ready to hit the road. You had just hopped in the passenger seat with a huge thermos of coffee. 

“ Sorry. Thy birth giver wanted to pray for safe travels and a safe return.”

Eddie smiled. “ Welp, hopefully one of the pagan gods heard her.”

You turned around and offered up some coffee and donuts to everyone. When you turned back, you pulled out the map.

“ Okay Eddie. Please for the love of all that is holy. Please don't kill us.”

He chuckled. “ Ye have little faith kid.”

You rolled your eyes and took a bite of a donut and pointed forward. “ Let's do this.”

Everyone whooped and hollard. “New York! Here we come!”

-

3 hours later

“Oh crap! Munson please!” Jeff whimpered.

Gareth backed away a little. “ Man oh man. I told you not to have that second cup of coffee.” 

Eddie shook his head while you were laughing your butt off.

“ Calm down.” He said. “ The next gas station in 3 miles out.”

“ I-I don't think I- I can hold it!” Jeff stammered.

“ YOU BETTER!” Grant yelled.

You turned around. “ Guy, guys guys!” It's gonna be fine. Jeffrey. 2 ½ minutes. You can do this. Just squeeze.” 

You looked back at Eddie and just grinned away. All he could think about was how nice your eyes looked. 

As soon as he pulled into the parking lot, Jeff kicked open the back door and ran into the store.

Once Eddie turned off the engine everyone sat there quietly for a few seconds before laughing like crazy.

When it died down you guys got off to move your legs around.

Eddie went to fill up while the other guys went to see about some real breakfast. 

He had just put in the gas nozzle and turned to find you doing toe touches.

He shouldn't have done it, but he did. He checked you out. Loving how your leggings hugged your round bottom. How beautifully wide your hips were.

When you stood back up you walked towards him.

“ Eddie? Can you pop my back?”

He nodded and took a step closer to you. “ Turn around and cross your arms around your chest.”

Once you did as you were instructed, he stepped behind you and wrapped his arms around you. He then took a deep inhale in and caught a whiff of your shampoo. He instantly got goose flesh. 

Stop it! He told himself.

After lifting you up for a second, he quickly put you back down. Your bottom brushed his lower half in the process. 

Fuck!

His hands fell down to your hips. He mentally had to tell himself to not pull you to him.

“ W-was that okay?” He nervously asked.

You turned around and nodded. Bodies only inches apart.

“ So much better. Thank you.”

He stared at your lips as you spoke. Were they always so full? They definitely looked incredibly soft.

“ G-good.” He stuttered as he kept looking at your mouth and thinking.

“Eddie? You okay? Do I have something in my teeth?”

“ Hmm?” He met your gaze. “ Yeah. No. Yeah. You're good. I just ummm…sorry I was just trying to decide if I should take a leak.” 

“ Alright dude." You held up your hand. " Too much info. Go, I'll finish pumping.” 

With that said he practically ran away. Rushing into the first stall that was empty. While sighing deeply he cursed himself. He really wanted to kiss you.

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a god awful stench.

“ UGH! Jeff what the hell man?! Ever heard of a courtesy flush?”

“ S-sorry man.”

…

Eddie smiled when he saw the buildings in the distance. He looked at you and your eyes were so big. 

“ Guys look! We're almost there.” You said excitedly. 

Gareth moved between you and him. “ Awwwww yeah baby. Just think, in a couple of weeks we're moving here.”

Eddie caught a sad look on your face. He knew how bad you wanted to go to Columbia. To be close to them while they followed their dreams to be rockstars. But things didn't work out. Instead, you were going to a college on the west coast. 

It was a good school. Everyone knew that. It had a great biology and geology department. Something you were excited about. Still, you were scared because you didn't know anyone there. Everyone you knew and loved would be on the other side of the country.

That's why Eddie understood the sad face. He remembered conversations he had with you about it. He remembered wiping away your tears as you told him about your rejection from Columbia. And though he was the one to talk you into getting some California sun, he now realized he didn't want you to go either.

He tapped your knee and started writing.

‘ okay?’

You peered out the front windshield and slightly shook your head. Then you put your hand on his and squeezed it gently. Letting him know you would be fine. 

He knew you would be. You were awesome and you would make friends easily. It's just now he didn't know if he would be okay without you.

…

You put your finger against your lips.“ Shhhh! Guys I know you're freaking out, but I need you to trust me.”

Everyone was following you down these concrete hallways for a good 5 minutes now. After checking into the hotel and getting food, they had all found themselves sneaking into a building.

Jeff was the first to doubt you. But as soon as a security officer came close to catching you guys, everyone tried to convince you to turn back.

Eddie looked into your eyes and nodded. “ Okay.” He whispered. “ If we go to jail, it better be worth it.”

You held out your hand for him. “ It will be. I promise.”

Your hand was everything he thought it would be. Soft, warm and fit perfectly in his. He swore he would follow you anywhere if it meant that he could hold your hand. 

Once you guys were finally in the spot, you told them to stay put. When you let go of his hand, he now felt like a part of him was missing. 

You were only gone for a second. But in those few moments they had all realized where they snuck into.

Eddie was speechless. There were absolutely no words that could describe how he felt. 

A few spot lights turned on. Pointing directly in the middle of a huge stage.

You returned on top of it. “ So?”

“ Shit!” They all said in unison.

You gave them a huge smile. “ I know right? Obviously you guys can't perform or anything like that. But I wanted the first time you step foot in here, that it's with your biggest support. Cuz I know one day I'm going to be standing right there… screaming my head off.”

They looked at the spot where you pointed. It was right in front of the platform.

You locked eyes with him.“ So get up here and take it in.”

The guys looked at each other then ran to get up too. Once up there you asked for help getting down. You then watched them laugh and wrestle playfully.

“ Alright freaks!” You announced. “ Imagine this.  Every seat is full. And the floor is packed with bodies. All waiting for you.” 

They all stared at you after moving to their respective place. As if they're standing by their instruments.

“ The crowd is chanting. Corroded Coffin. Corroded Coffin….Then the lights go out. The ones that are sitting jump up and everyone screams in anticipation. But then... it goes silent…”

Eddie pictured everything. It was all him and the guys ever wanted.

“ Then they hear you.” You point at Gareth. “ Then you.” You looked at Jeff. “ Then of course you bud.” You nodded towards Grant. “ And finally the strum of a guitar along with oooooohhhhs and awwwws from you.”

Eddie finally had your eyes on him. And he knew right then and there that he was in love with you. It wasn't just a silly crush anymore. It was the real thing. The can't eat, can't sleep, the winning touchdown, the home run, the one in a lifetime love.

He loved you because you loved them. You believed in them. And the way you laid out the scene with so much conviction, it had him convinced that they were gonna make it too.

You smiled at him and continued. “ And while you blow off the roof of this place, the crowd sings and sways with you."

-

Later that night everyone settled into the shared room. Gareth and Jeff in one bed, Eddie and Grant on the sofa bed. And of course being the only female of the group they gave you your own bed.

Eddie has just come out of the shower to find everyone asleep. Except you. You weren't even in the room.

He looked at Grant who took up the whole bed and he sighed. Looked like he was gonna sleep on the floor. 

He waited a minute to see if you would come back but after about 5 minutes, he went to look for you.

You weren't far though. He found you sitting on the steps reading something.

“ Hey kid. Whatcha doin?”

You gave him a quick little smile before looking back at your book. “ Uhhhh nothing really. Just checking out courses.” 

He sat next to you and pulled out his pack of cigarettes. Before he could light one you plucked it from his mouth.

“ No you promised. No smoking on this trip.”

He gave you a thin lip before taking back the smoke and returning it to the carton.

“ You really should quit. I don't want to see you end up with an oxygen tank.”

He put the pack back in his pocket. “ One day. I promise.”

You flipped a page. “ I'll keep you to that.”

You guys sat quiet. Listen to the bustle of the city. Eddie was trying to gather the courage to tell you how he felt. But he was scared. What if he took a leap of faith and it turned ugly? What if you did like him the way he liked you and things didn't work out? Or what if his confession lead to you guys not being friends anymore?

Doubt filled his thoughts. But then a bit of hope shined on him. What if it did work out? What if you guys made it past the long distance thing and were truly happy together? What if this love was meant to be?

“ Eddie?”

His inner rambling came to a halt. “ Y-yeah?”

You closed your book and started fidgeting with the corners. “ You know you're my best friend right?”

He softly cleared his throat. “ Yeah.”

“ And we always tell each other everything.”

He nodded. “ Yeah.”

You sighed a little. “ So you know that I have family out here….well my uncle actually works as a security guard at the garden. He worked tonight…he knew we were coming and he did me a solid…we wouldn't have gotten in trouble if we got caught.”

For a second there his heart sank. He thought you were gonna say that you liked him too. But then he smiled and wrapped his arms around you. 

“ I'm really gonna miss you.” He said softly.

You hug his waist. “ I think I'll miss you more.”

The hug lasted a minute or so, but it was the best damn hug he had ever had. And when you tried pulled away he hugged you tighter. Making you giggle. 

When he finally loosen his grip, you stared deeply into his eyes. The way you sat there, it was like your eyes were trying to tell him something your mouth couldn't. It was almost as if you were asking him to kiss you.

He was gonna go for it. He was gonna take that leap. However the second he leaned in you yawned. Pulling completely away from him so you wouldn't do it in his face.

“ Wow I'm beat. We should get some sleep. Big day in Time's Square tomorrow."

He frowned at the fleeding moment that seemed to be fate. 

“ Yeah you're probably right.” He conceded to it. “ You think you could lend me a pillow and that blanket you brought?”

You looked at him and raised a brow. Silently asking why?

“ Gonna crash on the floor. Grant's a bed hog.”

You laughed lightly and yawned again. “ No. You can sleep with me.”

His breath hitched in his throat while asking a shaky. “ W-what?”

You grinned and stood up, holding out your hand. “ Like when we were kids. If you're worried that I'll get handsy then we can make a pillow barrier.”

He chuckled. “ Maybe I like handsy.”

He regretted it as soon as it came out.

The silence that followed his comment nearly made him shit a brick. You stood there with an almost visible question mark above your head.

Shit! He thought. Shouldn't have said that.

You then shook your head and laughed. “ Stop being weird and take my hand.”

He practically wiped his brow and said whew before grabbing your hand. Allowing you to lead him back.

He laid there for a while thinking about all that happened. He couldn't believe he was gonna kiss you before telling you how he felt. That wasn't the guy he was. He always made sure he got consent. And with you it would be no different. All he had to do was get some real alone time with you so he can finally say something.

When we get home. He said to himself. 

He heard you sigh and felt you move a bit. Then he felt your arm sliding across his stomach. Without thinking he lifted his arm and gently pulled you closer. Slipping his arm under your head. 

Both of you sank further into the bed. He smiled and his last thought before falling asleep was how much he loved you.

…

The next day and a half was the best in his life. Exploring the city, eating the best pizza and getting some information about playing at clubs when they moved there. It was fantastic. 

Now it was time to head home and finish up the school year.

The drive seemed longer this time. More quiet. And he knew why. In exactly 2 weeks things were going to be different. Everyone was going to graduate and their adult lives were going to start. For a long time he couldn't wait to get the hell out of Hawkins. So did his friends. But now that it was happening, it was so hard to see the next chapter. Well with this little monster of love inside him.

When it was time to switch off. Jeff and Grant traded places with you and him.

You guys crawled in the back with the sleeping Gareth and tried to catch some z's. 

You leaned your head on his shoulder and started to hum a familiar tune. He put his hand on your knee and started tapping to the beat. He caught a small smile from you. 

“ Hey Jeff? Could you drop me off first when we get into town?” you asked.

“No problem.”

You went back to humming and Eddie was trying to figure out what exactly he was gonna say. Before he knew it he was sound asleep with you. 

Until he heard the vans break squeak to a stop. 

He opened his eyes and saw they were in front of your house. You had just opened the door and hopped out. 

Though he wanted this to be a private moment, it was now or never.

He sat up and followed you. “ I need a minute man.” He said to Jeff. “ Hold up kid. I'll help you.”

You tried to refuse his help in carrying your duffle bag, but he could see you were too tired to try.

You stoped on at your doorstep and reached for your bag. “ Thanks Eddie.”

He handed you the bag and took a deep breath. Just as you turned to open the door he said your name.

“ Yeah?”

His eyes fell to the ground as he rubbed the back of his neck. “ Uhhhh nevermind. I'll tell you later.”

You cleared your throat gently and took a step towards him. “ I hate when you do that.”

His gaze shot up to yours. “ D-do what?”

You put your free hand on your hip. “ When you look like you have something important to say then just brush it off…Just tell me because I'm gonna be up all night wondering what you wanted to say.”

He looked away and stood quiet for a few seconds. “ I-I’ve been acting different lately.”

“ I know.”

He met your eyes again. “ Yeah?”

You didn't say anything, but he knew that you did.

“ So I-” he cut off. Suddenly his nerves were getting the best of him. “ I don't- ummm shit…I- well the reason…damn it! I cant- I don't know-”

You grabbed his hand and lightly squeezed it. Letting him know that it was okay. To calm down and take a breath.

He took a deep inhale and slowly let it out. “ I think possibly, maybe I’ve fallen for you.”

Your expression after that gave him a sinking feeling. You didn't feel the same.

Your frown said it all.

“ I'm sorry. I-I just needed to say something.”

You nodded but surprisingly you didn't let go of his hand. You were actually staring at his hand in yours.

“Eddie…I want to talk more about this. But I can't even think straight and my knees are about to give in.”

That wasn't what he was hoping for. 

“Right! Umm yeah. Sorry, just forget I said anything.” He said trying to walk away. 

But you held his hand firmly. Preventing him from taking a step further. “ No. Don't do that.”

He looked back at you and you had your eyes closed. 

“ Eddie, this is important. If it wasn't then you wouldn't have said anything at all…This deserves a real conversation that I can't give you right now. So please don't leave thinking that I don't feel the same way."

He was in disbelief. Did he hear that right?

You gave his hand one last squeeze before letting go and going inside.

He stood there staring at the door. Did he dream that? You like him too?

Gareth rolled down the window. “ Munson, let's go. I wanna go home!”

He sighed and smiled to himself. " Y-yeah. Okay."

…

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[mysticalmallard]

🦆: Ahh, my first oneshot. I hope you guys like it. Please feel free to comment your feedback. I'm still new to this.

Pairing: Happy Lowman x OC (Can be read as xfem!reader)

Word Count: 524

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The last straw

He scoffs when he sees her face

"Not today, Hap. I'm already in a pretty shitty mood." she stares at her drink, lost in thought.

He scoffs again "..and why's that missy?"

" You wouldn't care it's stupid, I just want to be alone"

She continues to not look at happy trying to keep the tears at bay. A few moments pass with nothing but the background chatter of the club.

Happy seems frustrated and takes a seat in front of her, leaning in her personal space. "...I'd like to know" he says in a hushed voice voice

"WHY!!" She shouts, grabbing the full attention of the room. "Why the fuck do you suddenly care about me now Hap!! Huh? Why?"

Everyone's head in the club turns their way whatever they were doing before can wait for now. Their expressions are a mix of shock, surprise, confusion and humor wondering if it was actually happening. Their heads go from looking at her, happy, and between her and happy trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Happy remains completely calm and doesn't raise his voice, but he looks a little annoyed.

"...because ... I do."

He takes a deep breath and a swig.

"...do you not want me to?" He says in a stern voice.

"Fuck off hap" She furiously rubs the tears from her face. Everyone else are more confused as ever wondering what the fuck they are missing what the hell happened.

After noticing everyone's attention on them both looking around at all their expressions she calmly gets up and walks for the door.

The crowds mixed emotions stay the same but with a hint of glee at what just happened to their most feared member. The silence in the club after she leaves is so loud that it becomes deafening. When they notice that nothing else is going to happen today they return to whatever they were doing before as tonight doesn't seem like the right night to tease the tacoma killer. Happy's eyes are watching the door where she left.

As she gets into her car, fat tears run freely down her cheeks she starts hitting her steering wheel over and over again as she finally lets the emotional dam break. It's only when she catches her reflection in the small mirror that she stops. After taking a beat to compose herself, she whispers, "If he was ever around, he would already know what's wrong, I shouldn't have to tell him."

As she drives off out of the lot, she thinks about what she said. It's true that Happy has been very busy lately, and she really misses being around him. She wonders if her current issues have anything to do with him being occupied with someone else.

Back at the lot Happy is stood in the shadows as he watches where her car drove away, clearly seeing how upset you were. He knows the club was probably not the best place for you both to hash things out. He takes in a deep breath, lets it all out, and starts walking back inside with a light but noticeable frown on his face.

How on earth can he fix this?

🦆: hope you guys liked it. Guess in the comments what you think happened ? And let me know if you want a part 2.

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Almighty (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Can't believe we're already here I'm so excited -Danny Words: 2,041 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Choreomania' -by Florence and The Machine

XXXVIII: I Get Diagnosed With Omnipotence

Lester gets pulled over. 

"I shouldn't have let you drive," Ara mutters.

"Hey, if we're going in a Mercedes the least you can do is let me have the glory," he argues, glancing nervously at the approaching cop.

"You look too young to be driving a Mercedes."

"Oh, and you look every bit the wise wench?" He shoots back.

"Just be quiet and let me talk," Ara whispers when the officer stands next to them and asks for Lester's license.

"This is a junior driver's license from New York, kid," he examines the papers. "What are you doing driving a car like this? Where are your parents, and where're you taking these girls?"

"She is my—"

"Little sister," Meg offers. "He's taking us to piano lessons."

"Uh, yes."

"And we're late! Because my brother is stooo-pid."

"Hey, officer," Ara drips charmspeak on every syllable she utters. "Give the license back and get out of my way, please. Forget you pulled us over, thank you."

The cop's hand shoots forward hitting Apollo's face as he hands back the license. "Sure. Have a nice day."

When he leaves, Ara nudges Lester. "Get going!"

"Right, yeah," he blinks. "I... I still can't get used to that."

"You shouldn't pay attention to it," Ara warns him. "I don't give harmless orders on most occasions."

Lester frowns, eyes on the road. "I know, but I can't help it—Not even Leo, he stumbles over himself during fights when you use it near him."

"Yeah well, he's my boyfriend, he can't help it."

"What makes you think I can?"

Ara senses a strange undertone to his words. "Why can't you?"

Lester squeezes the wheel. "Forget it."

"I want piano lessons," Meg breaks their argument.

"Piano lessons? Now?" The boy glances at her through the rearview mirror.

"Not now, dummy. But sometime. Can you teach me?"

Ara looks at him and raises her brows expectantly. Lester sighs, then nods. "Very well. Assuming we survive this morning's adventures."

"Deal."

Ara smiles and stares ahead. "What a good older brother."

"We should talk strategy," Lester changes the subject. "When we get to the caverns, we'll need to find the secret entrance. I doubt it will be as obvious as the regular mortal entrance."

"Mm-kay," Meg replies while munching on baby carrots.

"Once you've dispatched whatever guards we find—"

"Once we have dispatched them," the girl corrects him. 

"Same difference. We'll need to look for two nearby streams. We'll have to drink from both of them before—"

"Don't tell me. No spoilers."

"Spoilers? This information might save our lives!"

"I don't like spoilers, I want to be surprised."

Ara snorts. "Meg, knowing beforehand is good, so you know what tools to take with you."

"Nature is my tool," Meg replies. "I'm okay."

"Talk to her," Lester demands, briefly scowling at Ara. "Out of all the demigods we've met you're the only one she esteems, teach her to be a proper demigod."

Ara shrugs. "She's kind of right."

"What?"

"Meg's powers give her an ampler reign out in the open, she's a powerful daughter of Demeter. If that doesn't help, I've got Almighty and my blessings ready to go. And you, er... you can blurt out fun facts or songs to keep our minds active."

Lester scoffs, displeased and offended. "Yay."

"I'm lost," Lester mutters after half an hour of driving.

"Knew it," Meg huffs.

"It's not my fault! I followed those signs for God's Place!"

"The Christian Bible store we passed?" Meg scowls. "Why'd you do that?"

"Well, honestly! The locals need to be more specific about which gods they're advertising!"

"Gods Almighty—pull over!" Ara snaps. "I'm driving."

"Ask the arrow," Meg orders.

Lester mutters insults before getting out of the car and grabbing his arrow. "O, Wise Arrow, we're lost... What I mean, is that we need to find the entrance to the Cave of Trophonius. Quickly. Can you direct us there?" He listens while arranging his seatbelt on the passenger's side. "That... was actually helpful... Ah," the boy frowns. "Less helpful."

"What's he saying?" Meg presses.

Lester lifts a hand to silence her. "Great Arrow, I don't suppose you know how we should get into the cave?" Five quiet seconds. "Yes?"

"Apollo? What's he saying?"

"Something about fresh eggs," he pushes away Meg's poking fingers. "What road sign of the emperor?—And then?—Fantastic. I don't supposeth—I don't suppose your Wikipedia article has more information about these unkillable guardians? Yes?" Lester rolls his eyes and pushes the arrow under his seat instead of his quiver. At Ara's inquisitive stare, he shrugs. "Arrow told me to do that."

"Unkillable guardians? What does that mean?" Meg asks cautiously.

"It means we got a special welcome waiting for us," Ara turns on the engine and sighs. 

"Is this it?"

"Yeah, looks like it," Lester grabs his things except for Dodona's arrow. They climb over the fence and the boy rips his pants in the process.

"I've no good memories of cattle," Ara tells them as they examine the odd animals before them. "Mythical herds are such a pain in the—"

Lester yanks them back and whispers urgently. "Stay very still. Those are yales."

"Yales?" Meg mutters. "Isn't that a university?"

"Yes. And one of Yale University's symbols is the yale, but that's not important. These monsters... The Romans knew them as centicores. They are absolutely deadly. They're also attracted to sudden movements and loud noises. So shh."

Ara scowls. "As I was saying, herds suck."

"What do we do?" Meg asks. "Kill them? They're kind of pretty."

"The Spartan warriors were kind of pretty, too, until they skewered you. No, we can't kill yales."

"Okay, good." Meg pauses, and then caves to her own impatience. "Why not? Is their fur invulnerable to my swords? I hate that."

"No, Meg, I don't think so. The reason we can't kill these creatures is that yales are on the endangered-monster list."

"The what now?" Ara tilts her head.

"When monsters start to fade from mortals' collective memory, they regenerate less and less often from Tartarus. We have to let them breed and repopulate!"

"Are you kidding me?" The girl demands. "So now I gotta carry a guide when I go on quests to ensure I don't kill endangered monsters? Even if they're trying to kill me?"

"If you were to die and feed them, you'd be doing an honourable thing. You're into that sort of thing, aren't you?"

Ara scoffs. "If we don't kill them, then how the heck we move past them?"

Suddenly, one of the animals decides that looking at them is also annoying and charges at a disorienting speed. Lester's leg gets scratched by the animal's horn. 

"Trees!" Meg shouts. Ara pushes Lester to his feet and helps him climb as fast as possible. "They're not so pretty now," the young girl struggles to breathe. "You sure we can't kill them?"

"No!"

"Scare them, then!" Ara urges him, clinging to the trunk.

Lester points ahead. "The cave entrance must be there, over those boulders!"

Meg follows his gaze. "So do we run for it and jump in?"

"No! There should be two streams. We have to stop and drink from them. Then the cave itself... I doubt it will be an easy descent. We'll need time to find a safe way down. If we just jump in, we might die."

"These harvards aren't going to give us time."

"Yales."

"Same difference. How much do you think those things weigh?"

"A lot."

"Okay. Get ready."

"For what?"

"No spoilers."

"I hate you."

Meg makes the grass grow around the creatures, keeping them from charging forward. "Go!"

Ara and Lester reach the waters and tumble to a stop, watching the two streams. "Are we going to drink it straight from there?"

"We get in," Lester nudges her. "Mnemosyne, the Spring of Memory, is black. Lethe, the Spring of Forgetfulness, is white. If we drink both at the same time, they should counteract each other and prepare our minds—"

"Lester, my soul has been in contact with Lethe too many times, is this going to mess me up? Because if I start to tweak—"

"Drink!" Meg screams.

Lester is unable to ignore her orders so he takes a whole gulp. Ara dives in too, ignoring the panic it gives her. Lester winces and stumbles, starting to giggle like the day in the camp's borders when he was having a breakdown.

"Your turn—Drinkie, drinkie!" He says to Meg.

"And lose my wits? Nuh-uh."

"Silly willy! If you don't prepare yourself for the Oracle—"

The yales run through the barrier of weeds and Ara grabs her sword, but just then her mind splits and flashes memories, not from past lives, just the one she's living, and it's enough to incapacitate her. Meg tackles Lester and Ara by the waist and jumps down the cave's entrance.

It's a push and pull of forgetting and remembering, something she's deeply familiar with. Every waking day since fourteen, all she's done is try to forget while also memorizing every little detail of her shortcomings. That buzzing she's been hearing now splits into noises and images, orderly coming forth starting from the moment she first took a breath as Arae.

The girls drop into the water and Ara feels Meg pull her out. "General!"

Experiencing full consciousness is strange, every memory bubbles into view all at once and yet you feel like you have all the time in the world to revisit them. I see my father's face—I know everything, and I remember the orphanage, the way other kids would lock me up in closets, how I'd get frustrated about not being able to read and rip out pages of books, then be told I was stupid... I remember and forget, and it hurts, but it frees me. I understand why I love how I love.

In a flash, I see Percy in our New York bedroom, staring at the bulletin board I keep above my bed with all the pictures of our friends. He's calling my name in thoughts, and I can hear him. Another flash and Nico is staring at my empty seat next to Chiron. Another flash—Lily is brushing Pollo's fur, her eyes stormy as she hums Mike's song. Another flash, Piper curled up in what looks like her bedroom but it's too empty to live in. She's got a torn picture of us in her hand, Jason used to be in the missing part.

Leo is the last to show up, snoring quietly on a Waystation couch. He frowns as if sensing me. "You shouldn't be here..." He's right, but I can't stop this—It's not a dream.

Ara slips back underwater and suffocates for a second. She pushes herself out and coughs. "What the—where?"

"Help me with Apollo," Meg's voice shakes in such a way that Ara's mind presses back into regular size and gets to work instantly. Together, they bring Lester out and lay him on the shore.

"I feel like I know you," he mumbles. "I want to say Peg. Or Megan?"

The girls share a look before Meg speaks. "You're not kidding, are you?"

"Nope!" He giggles weakly, then looks at Ara. "I remember your face. It's too pretty. I can't stand you."

"I'm Ara, this is Meg," she says. "Do you remember your name?"

"Yes, of course. Thanks. I'm—"

"An idiot." Meg interrupts him.

"Hmm. No... Oh! That's a joke."

"Not really. But your name is Apollo."

"Lester," Ara says with surprising tenderness. He's a demigod, one of the lamest she's ever met, but gods, look at him, he needs her. "Sit up..."

"We're here for the Oracle of Trophonius," he looks around, gathering his wits.

"You can't remember our names, but you remember that?" Meg scoffs.

"Strange, isn't it?"

"I think I forgot things, too," Ara tells Meg, feeling something's off within her. "I... I don't know what, though."

Meg eyes her with concern. "But you know our names and why we're here?"

"Yeah," Ara nods. "I'd never forget my duty."

"I remember the steps for petitioning the Oracle!" Lester says. "First, we drink from the Springs of Lethe and Mnemosyne. I did that already, didn't I? That's why I feel so odd."

"We need to keep moving or we'll freeze to death," Meg tells Ara while wringing her skirt.

"Freeze...?" She can't pinpoint how bad or good that is, only remembers that it happens to some people. "That isn't good, is it?"

Meg gives her a weird look but says nothing, pulling Apollo to his feet while he keeps talking. "After drinking from the springs, we descend into a cave. Oh! We're here! Then we go farther into the depths. Hmm. That way!"

"There's only one way," Ara says, distracted. "He's waiting..." She frowns at the path ahead. "He used to be a demigod, but I can't help him now."

"Yes, he was my son and died. He's angry," Lester smiles. "Time to see him!"

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𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄 | Soshiro Hoshina xFem!Oc!

❛Despite the odds and risks, he carried on the family legacy. He created his own Joshitai team, even if it caused life to slip through his fingers and sanity to slip away.❜

"Everything in life has a price; nothing is free, because even life has to be paid back." 

❛I got married at sixteen to Soshiro. Sometimes I wonder how we lasted so long. ❜

❛That's a very rare compliment, darling.❜

❛It wasn't a compliment. ❜

❛Wait, what?❜

English is not my mother tongue, so there may be spelling errors. An apology for that in advance :D

00 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄

00 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

00 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

01 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

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O3 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

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ׂ╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫🧺🍓 - Ellie Williams Xfem!oc ᖭི༏ᖫྀ

•Enemies to lovers

•Xfem!oc

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Alexis/Lexi- oc

Jolene & james- Alexis’ siblings

Morgan- their father figure

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

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"I just can't believe she said that to me!" Jolene ranted, her voice muffled by the pillow she had buried her face in.

Jameson rolled his eyes dismissively. "Girls are just so damn dramatic."

I scoffed. "Oh please, like you boys don't practically strangle each other over football." I took a sip of my orange juice. "Let's not act all high and mighty here."

"But, I mean, that's not—" Jameson stammered, flustered.

"Uh-huh, sureee." I flicked his forehead, dragging out the word.

"Kids!" William's booming voice echoed from downstairs.

"What?" Jameson shouted back, his voice grating in my ear.

I winced and scooted away from him. "Jesus christ, do you have to yell so freaking loud?"

He just snapped a "Whatever" in response.

"Get your asses down here!" William yelled.

I groaned and heaved myself up from Jolene's bed, my joints cracking as I stretched. The three of us tumbled and shoved our way downstairs, racing to see who could get there first.

William stood in the kitchen, spatula in hand. "Y'all have chores to do today."

I threw myself dramatically onto the last step of the stairs, groaning. "Oh, come on!"

William fixed me with a stern look, hands on his hips. "You do realize we have responsibilities 'round here, right? People to take care of?"

I scowled. "Yeah, well, I don't really want to 'provide' for certain people." Clearly making a snarky remark about the snotty, know it all kids who live in our community.

His eyebrows shot up. "I don't want to hear it. Get to work."

He rattled off the assignments: Jolene on cow and chicken duty, Jameson helping Mrs. Edwards get ready for the day, and me on plant and gate check. I sighed and trudged upstairs to change, making sure to lock my door behind me. The others literally never respected my privacy.

I pulled on my favorite outfit - a white dress, and of course black safety shorts, just in case. Along with my sturdy cowboy boots that made me feel like a total badass cowgirl. Time to get to work, I guess. At least the chores would give me a chance to escape from my siblings for a bit.

The outfit: https://pin.it/1ILq6zLUo

I started my morning routine by brushing my hair and styling it into my signature two braids - a hairstyle I've been wearing since I was a little girl. It's a simple yet comforting look that has a bit of sentimental value, as it was one of the first styles William learned how to do. As a cute finishing touch, I added two small white bows to the ends of the braids.

After freshening up with a quick tooth-brushing, I hurried downstairs to join my family for breakfast. We were all a bit tired this morning - James along with Joley and I had stayed up late chatting and snacking in Joley's room, leaving James with a bit of a stomach ache. In fact, he ended up having a bit of a bathroom emergency that had Jolene and I struggling to hold back our laughter, though we did make sure to restock his toilet paper supply. Hopefully he'll fare better when he heads out to check on the elderly neighbor later.

Our family has lived in this old farmhouse since I was 13 years old. The property was previously owned by a kind older gentleman named Hershel, who had owned this land way before the outbreak. The sprawling plot has several houses spread out but still close enough for us to share resources. What's really great is that each home is surrounded by tall sturdy fences and secure gates, keeping us safe from any threats outside. There are quite a few other kids living on the land too, though admittedly some of them can be a bit... difficult to get along with at times.

After finishing my breakfast, I grabbed my trusty woven basket, which was stocked with a sun hat, gardening tools, and a handgun. Ever since our harrowing encounter with a large group of infected, where I narrowly escaped harm, William had insisted on giving me and my siblings firearms to keep on hand when we're out on the property alone. Thankfully, I haven't had to use the gun yet.

Whistling a jaunty tune, I stepped down the brick porch and made my way to the garden, basket in hand. I unlocked the gate with a click and shielded my eyes from the bright morning sun that was already beating down heavily. Reaching the tomato plants, I checked for any ripe ones, even engaging in a one-sided conversation in hopes of encouraging their growth - hey! don't judge, I read it somewhere!

After harvesting the tomatoes, I moved on to the other veggies and fruits, bending down to pluck fresh carrots. Suddenly, a voice screamed "Boo!" right in my ear, making me yelp and lose my balance, landing squarely on my butt.

"Oh my god, sorry!" Jordan, my brother's best friend who lives down the road, laughed as she came into view.

I sighed, placing a hand on my racing heart.

"Nearly killed me," I groaned, but she just grinned and offered me a hand up, which I reluctantly accepted.

"Whatcha doin?" Jordan asked, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.

"Picking shit for the community," I replied, brushing dirt off my butt. "You know, the usual thankless chores."

"Ooh, someone's grumpy," she teased, fiddling with a loose thread on her shirt.

"Stop that, you're going to ruin it," I scolded, then had an idea. "Hey, why don't you just come over and let me fix your shirts? You're always tearing them up with your fidgeting."

"Come over?" Jordan asked, eyebrows raised.

"I mean, you know, whenever you want to," I said, trying to sound casual despite my awkwardness. "No pressure or anything."

Jordan just laughed. "Alright, I'll leave you to your 'fun' gardening then," she said, running off to join the other kids playing football.

I sighed, muttering to myself, "Why can't I just screw around like the rest of them? It's the freaking apocalypse, for crying out loud!"

My self-pitying rant was interrupted by a throat clearing behind me. Slowly turning around, I found myself face-to-face with William."Got something to say?" he asked, hands on his hips.

"Nope, happy as one can be in an extinction event!" I replied with an overly enthusiastic thumbs up.

He just laughed and gave my shoulders a pat. "You've got enough food for now. Go check the gates, see if anyone needs help, and then you're free for the day, okay?"

"Yes, sir!" I saluted him playfully before heading off, grateful for the chance to take a break from the endless chores.

I double-checked the gates, carefully inspecting each one to ensure they were securely locked and undamaged. As I approached a house with an open gate, I moved to close and inspect it, guessing that perhaps the wind had blown it open overnight. But to my surprise, I soon realized this was the home of Mrs. Edwards, the cranky old woman that my brother James was meant to be caring for. Strange, his bicycle wasn't parked outside like usual.

I furrowed my brow in confusion as I made my way up the creaky wooden steps to her porch, setting my basket down. An old, melancholic song was blaring from within the house, the lyrics hauntingly proclaiming "I'm laughing on the outside, crying on the inside." An ominous chill ran down my spine.

-Recommend to listen to "Laughing on the outside by Bernadette Carroll" whilst reading.

"Mrs. Edwards?" I called out, my voice echoing through the eerily silent home as I stepped inside. No response. I ventured further, my boots crunching on shards of broken ceramic in the kitchen. Orange slices were scattered across the floor, a knife lying amidst the mess. My heart began to race. "Mrs. Edwards, are you alright?" I yelled, hurrying down the hall towards her bedroom.

A continuous, hollow thudding noise was emanating from the bathroom. I paused, gripping the wall as a wave of dread washed over me. "Mrs. Edwards?" I called out, my voice quivering. No answer. Summoning my courage, I bolted to the front door to get my woven basket. As I approached the basket, I reached into my it, fingers trembling as they wrapped around the cool metal of my revolver. I clicked off the safety, holding it steady with both hands as I inched into the house.. to the hallway...

"Mrs. Edwards, I'm coming in!" I shouted, then slammed my boot against the door handle, flinging it right open. I stumbled backwards, the gun shaking in my hands as I beheld the gruesome scene before me. Blood. So much blood, pooling across the tile floor. And there, in the bathtub, a nightmarish figure writhing and gurgling, its rotting flesh hanging in bloody tatters.

"Oh God, no," I whimpered, my knees threatening to give out. But I steeled my nerves, recalling William's training - in times of danger, don't let your emotions control you. Focus on the task at hand. I took a deep, shaky breath and raised the revolver, lining up my shot.

S̶h̶e̶.. it lunged forward, its grasping, skeletal rotting hands clawing towards me. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Edwards," I whispered, and pulled the trigger. The thunderous report echoed through the house as the bullet tore through h̶e̶r̶.. its skull, sending it crashing back into the tub in a spray of gore.

The ensuing silence was deafening, save for the eerie, looping song still playing faintly in the other room. I stood there, trembling, staring at the pool of blood seeping across the floor. I retched, the acrid stench of death burning my nostrils. Tears streamed down my face as I stumbled out of the bathroom, desperate to escape this nightmare.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" I screamed, rushing to the record player and wrenching the needle from the spinning vinyl. The house fell silent, save for my own ragged breathing.

"Jesus, Lexi?"

I whirled around to see William in the doorway, his face etched with concern. Without a word, I flung myself into his arms, burying my face against his chest as I broke down into sobs.

"It's okay, you're okay, Lex," he murmured, holding me tight and stroking my hair. "I've got you,baby."

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Also, if you see the name “morgan” ignore that!! its supposed to say william ( the father figure) , but my dumbass got confused.

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OC x CANON MATCHUPS OPEN AGAIN

If I get an xFem!Reader I am blocking you because i'm tired of the bs.

Send me your specific requests/matchup requests/OCxCanon requests along with a personality blurb, and I'll give you a paragraph or two about you and your beloved.

I write for: Tinkerbell Movies, TF2, LoTR, Captain Hook, Smiling Friends, Star Trek(TOS/TNG), Black Butler, Ouran HSHC, Baldurs Gate 3, and Stardew Valley

ETA: since the FIRST MESSAGE i got was "do you do nsfw" the answer is yes.

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Head in the Clouds Content (Bradley Bradshaw x Mitchell!OC)

Young Mav ✈️

Angst, Hurt/comfort

Pick up the Pieces (x Bradshaw!Wife!Reader)

Worry (xWife!Reader)

Fluff/humor

Spitfire Sweetheart (xfem!reader)

X Bartender!Reader collection

Reassurance

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To Be Loved

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Angels of Devildom

Obey me Fanfic (by me)

Leviathan is the main character

Leviathan x Reader soon(?)

Share pls 😭🙏

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what other fandoms do you write for?? because I'd love to see what you can do!!

though if its okay!! what about Top! Vinny Santorini with male reader- and they are idiots in LOVE

I’ll write for basically any fandom I’ve ever heard of, ones I think I’d do well with are:

Modern warfare 2

Welcome home (no nsfw)

Hannibal

Supernatural

The walking dead

Sherlock

Merlin

The secret history

The lord of the rings/the hobbit

The maze runner (movies)

The 100

Criminal minds

Mushi shi (only anime I’ll write for)

Euphoria

Atlantis (obvi)

Narcos

The last of us (please specify show or game)

Community

Shameless

Alice in borderland

Cobra Kai/Karate kid

[Possibly] stranger things

The outsiders

Young royals

Heartstopper

Any other fandom someone requests that I’ve heard of

Will not write: In3est, p3dophilia, noncon, ocs. I will update boundaries when they arise

Will write: xfem!reader, xgn!reader, xmale!reader, xtrans!reader (ftm or mtf), character x character, mlm, wlw, heterosexual, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort (will write comfort for things such as sh, sa, eds, phobias, anxiety, and other health/mental health issues, however I am not a professional and there may be some inaccuracies. Also I will not be describing these in graphic detail) I’m open to things like gore or stalking or other crimes but in moderation.

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Reblogging this because AAAAA give this a chance u guys

Removed the xFem!OC description because there's no real ship here as said in the A/N. Very König-focused piece.

König bumps into his childhood bestie

A/N: There's no real ship here. Just König in a café and a look-see into his life.

Photo by Annie Spratt

Never Forget You // Noisettes

“Here you go,” a waiter said as he set a cup of coffee down on König’s table. “By the way, I’m really sorry for the plate thing last time.” 

“It’s all right, danke,” he replied with a nod.

König’s eyes trailed the waiter as he walked away when he saw a woman standing tall in front of the counter waiting for an order, which he assumed she was having to-go. She looked elegant in a tweed blazer and trousers. Her auburn hair was tied back in a loose ponytail. While he was almost certain he never met her before, her face seemed familiar.

Ok, don’t stare too much, he thought. Might be creepy.

He looked down and feigned inspecting his coffee, albeit too intensely. Then he realized something.

“Bruno?” said a woman’s voice.

There was only one person who would call him that.

He looked up and realized the lady in tweed was now in front of him, excitedly waiting for his response.

“It’s me, Lutz!” she continued.

His best friend from childhood.

Despite the uncanny resemblance with their faces, the Lutz he knew carried herself entirely differently. Back then, Lutz sported shaggy, jet black hair that was up to her chin. Her eyes looked sharp thanks to smudged eyeliner. She dressed like a boy and punched other boys, especially those who would tease him. If the boys in his hometown were mean, she was meaner—except to him.

Not this Lutz. This Lutz looked like a sweet woman who had her shit together.

Lutz made waving gestures before him and slowly raised her brows. “Still the silent type, huh?”

“Oh schei—” König awoke from his mild shock and pulled himself up to shake her hand. “It’s been a while,” he chuckled, running his other hand down the back of his neck.

“Eh, what’s this? Don’t we do this instead?” she responded, slapping the back of his hand.

And a slap to the back of her hand. Fist bump. Then the top. Then bottom. Lock fingers. One shake. Explosion thing—pshhhh….

“I didn’t forget,” he assured her proudly.

They both erupted into laughter over them remembering such a silly thing. They went on to catch up with each other’s lives. They were quite the duo when they were little. A classic story of an extrovert kid randomly adopting an introvert one. At some point, she invited him to secretly check out this “new stupid film about Austrians” with her and they found it funny. In reference to the film, they jokingly agreed to give each other bizarre nicknames. He was Bruno because it sounded like his surname, Brunner. And she was Lutz, his assistant’s assistant.

By high school, they both did their own thing, König preferring to hang out by himself and Lutz finding new friends. But every time someone tried to bully König, Lutz still fiercely had his back. After they graduated, they never spoke again for no apparent reason other than growing apart. In the years that passed, though, he stayed with the military until he retired and was back and forth between Germany and Austria ever since. She went off to college, found work abroad, and settled there.

“A banker? That’s great to hear, but very different from the old Lutz,” he said.

“Right? Younger me would’ve been straight-up an outlaw. And I’m glad the military worked well for you too. I really couldn’t see you wanting to do anything else after high school.”

“Me neither. Ah bitte, have a coffee with me?” he offered, gesturing to the chair in front of his.

Her smile turned upside down. “Oh sorry, I’d love to but I’ll just be quick. Gotta get these drinks around before they get cold.”

Suddenly, a kid’s giggle rang out in the distance. “Mama!” the same voice called out. Some meters behind Lutz was a little girl, the exact image of her face. Same pale skin, same ginger hair. Lutz’s daughter ran to her mother and hugged her leg.

“Sweetie! You came here early, darling, I was going to fetch you. Where’s Papa?”

The child pointed to a man who was now walking towards them. Lutz was relieved to see her husband not far from their child. She greeted him with a kiss.

“I should introduce you,” she said to König, “This is my husband, Alex, and our daughter Emma.” She moved her gaze towards her husband and gestured to König. “This is Lukas. We grew up together in Austria.”

König and Alex shook hands. Meanwhile, Lutz picked up her daughter in her arms.

“Sweetie, say hello to Uncle Lukas.”

“Hallo,” she murmured before hiding her face in the crook of her mother’s neck, which earned chuckles and awws from the adults.

It wasn’t long before the family had to bid their goodbyes to König.

“Well, I guess we have to go now,” Lutz told König in mild sorrow, “See you around, maybe?”

“Yeah, tschüss,” he said, giving a short wave goodbye.

König sat back down and watched the family leave. Bumping into his childhood buddy after so many years made him feel as if the world was indeed small. It was sweet seeing her again. Also, he would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t find this new version of Lutz pretty. If he denied that his stomach dropped at the sight of her daughter, then her husband. If he convinced himself that he didn’t wonder how things would have turned out had they met again sooner.

Nevertheless, he is genuinely happy for her, and in no way does he want to ruin someone else’s family, especially that of his friend’s. There is not sadness, but emptiness gnawing inside of him, basking in the what-ifs and maybes brought about by nostalgia. A longing for the familiar. After all, she was the only girl in his life whom she had the deepest connection with. But then, he understood that was simply the way things are. All that would just be a passing thought.

He sighed, and did what he recently would in the face of heavy thoughts. He took a red bracelet out of his pocket and looked at it, rolling it around in his hand to look at the intensity of its color and the way light reflects on it. He then threaded his fingers into the bracelet, almost stretching the string that bound it, then let it loose, the beads sticking together in a synchronous click. He would do the same thing over and over to soothe himself. Thread. Click. Thread. Click.

He stopped himself, remembering that the clicks of the beads were audible in the cafe. To avoid further embarrassment, he paid the bill and headed out, continuing his fidgeting on his walk home until his thoughts quieted down.

Thread.

Click.

Thread.

Click.

Thread.

Click…

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Almighty (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Leara being sickening is my favorite thing in the world -Danny Words: 2,025 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'BIRDS OF A FEATHER' -by Billie Eilish

XXXVII: Girl Talk! *Guttural Screaming*

Once the night comes, Ara talks with Calypso and Leo on the rooftop. She stands before them, no longer stressed about what she'll say. "Your journey ends here. We all know it even if we don't want to admit it."

Calypso smiles hesitantly. "I like it here." She looks at Leo, who's not smiling. "But Leo can't stay when you're on the move, all you wanted was to be together—"

"Because I thought he'd be happier, now I see I was wrong. He'll be better if he stays."

"Why don't you stop talking as if I'm not in the room?" He raises a brow. "I can speak for myself, ladies."

"Speak, then," Ara shrugs.

Leo opens his mouth, looking like he has a counterargument, but nothing comes. His brow furrows. "Well, so what if I like it here?" He says, sounding childish. "I also like it at camp, and I love you! Calypso can stay, she'll have fun with the garden and Jo can help her with her magic—and having people around won't let her miss the island, but me? I'm good on the run, Sunshine."

"You're tired, Leo," she retorts tenderly. "You've been carrying the weight of this quest for a whole month, and this isn't what you came back to life for."

"Cal, can you give us a moment?" Leo requests, his voice strangely steady.

"I'll give you the night," she squeezes his shoulder gently, then reaches for Ara's hand, "thank you for bringing me here. And Leo..." she looks at him with understanding. "You risked your life just to get me out of Ogygia—a friend like you is rare, and you can always count on me."

"Thanks, Cal." Once the girl leaves, he runs a hand over his face and sighs. "Listen, Arae... You know this don't come easy for me, and it sounds like the same over and over, but it's not. It is, but different—"

"Take your time," Ara guides him to sit on a nearby bench.

He sits and repeatedly taps "I love you" in Morse code on his knee. "When I met you, you wouldn't look at me for longer than a second unless I was doing some cool, Hephaestus-like thing. You liked me for my skills—I had only been called a good-for-nothing delinquent thanks to them before I met you..." His hand laces with hers. "A part of me felt I was just another boy that came to help you learn something about yourself and would eventually dissolve into nothing like..."

"Michael?" She offers softly. 

Leo lowers his gaze. "There is so much about you that doesn't need me... Chiron was right, romance is a distraction—And I'm selfish because I know it and I still cling to you and tell you I love you."

Ara squeezes his hand. "You're so wonderful—look at what you've accomplished! And I love you just as much as you love me, but we're not Helen and Paris, we're more than just a good couple, and I think we owe it to ourselves to find out what we can do without curses forcing us to speed-run our lives."

Leo cleans his nose with the back of his free hand. "Just my luck... Meeting a hot girl, then getting dumped once she's not forced to be with me."

"I'm not—"

"I know, I just—"

"I'm not dumping you," she clarifies. "On our first date, you told me 'I don't do slow', and that's why we're here. We ran through every first without enjoying them because we were too busy trying to reach the next step, and we don't even know where we want to go."

"We haven't done all the firsts," he points out. "But I get it."

Ara gifts him a smile. "Knowing that we'd like to be together forever isn't enough to make it work. I don't even know if I'll even grow old!"

"Man, that's the worst part," Leo runs a hand over his face once more. "If I felt sorry just for myself, that would be nothing new. I'd sit my ass and wallow in my misery knowing I'd survive it, but your fate? That's what's got me stressing—heck, I can't even begin to list all the ways the fates are screwing with you."

Ara stares at him plainly. "Thanks."

"Sorry," Leo says offhandedly. "But it's true. You gave your 100%, and they were like—Actually, you've got some left. Hand it over!"

"Well, I wanted everything I could get, and when you want everything..." Ara shrugs, her palms facing skyward. "You gotta give up all. I can't be the best and have a life."

"No life at all?" Leo asks, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. "Are you really going to let yourself die?"

Ara kisses his forehead. "No. What I did for Georgie and Lit..." she blushes with pride. "I think stuff like that would be worth all the thousand other terrible things immortality brings."

Leo feels himself breathing for the first time in days. "Good. I'll burn juicy offerings for you tonight," he kisses her neck. "What do you want?"

"From you? Cash only—or kisses, if you're feeling generous," she retorts playfully.

The boy grins approvingly. "You're my favorite Olympian already." He pecks her on the lips. "You know, I know we're not them... but I think Paris was right to start a war over Helen. People just don't get the vibe nowadays."

Ara laughs, which is all Leo ever truly wants out of life.

"I'll go find Cal so we talk to Emmie and Jo, tell them we're staying," Leo says as they reach the living area. "I'd tell you to sleep well, but..."

Ara kisses him softly. "Have a good night, I'll finish Festus for you."

"You're an angel," he mumbles before kissing her again.

When the boy leaves, Ara goes to the bronze dragon, crouching and opening a panel to ensure his wings aren't loose. While she's working, someone speaks over her, where the griffins' nests are. "Not tired?"

"Oh!" Lester's voice comes out shaky when he finds himself alone with Jimmy. "Um... Nah."

"You should try to sleep. The challenge you face tomorrow... I cannot imagine."

"I can," Ara whispers. "I've had this kind of night for years on end..." She could make her presence known, but as a former Aphrodite, hearing Lester make a fool of himself in front of a crush is far more entertaining. Also, Jimmy's voice is so nice and smooth that she could listen to it all day without a single thought in mind.

"Oh, I don't sleep much. I used to be a god, you know." Lester tries to flex. "And you? Are you a demigod?"

"An interesting word. I would say I am e·lo·mìíràn—one of the others. I am also a graduate accounting student at Indiana University."

Ara pauses at that, she didn't know he was old enough to have graduated, that means he's gotta be about the same age as Beckendorf if he and Silena had lived... the thought makes her a weird mix of happy and sorrowful.

"But Sssssarah said you worked for Commodus?" Lester continues. "You're a gladiator?"

"Not a gladiator. I only fight on weekends for money. Mixed martial arts. Gidigbo and Dambe."

"I don't know what those are."

A little laugh escapes Jimmy, though his chuckles are just as grave as his natural voice. "Most people don't. They are Nigerian martial-art forms. The first, Gidigbo, is a wrestling style of my people, the Yoruba. The other is a Hausa sport, more violent, but I like it."

"I see... You fight for money?"

"To pay my tuition. I did not know what I was getting into with this emperor person."

"And yet you survived... You can see that the world is, uh, much stranger than most mortals realize. You, Jimmy, must have lots of ìgboyà."

Jimmy laughs more, and Ara sees the reflection of Lester's soul light hitting Festus's surface. "Very good. My name is actually Olujime. For most Americans, Jimmy is easier."

"Well, Olujime. I'm pleased to meet you. We are lucky to have such a defender."

"Mmm. If we survive tomorrow, perhaps the Waystation can use an accountant. A piece of real estate so complex... there are many tax implications."

"Uh—"

"I am joking," he says, sounding amused. "My girlfriend says I joke too much."

Oh.

"Uh," Lester speaks, he sounds like he's about to throw up. "Your girlfriend. Yes. Will you excuse me?"

Ara hears his steps hurrying away and pulls herself out from Festus's ribcage, she looks up and finds Jimmy staring at the corner where Lester vanished with slight confusion. "You have to excuse my buddy," she speaks up, "he's acting like this whole thing isn't freaking him out, but he's barely holding on. A former god turned mortal, now that contains many tax implications, don't you think?"

Jimmy smiles in greeting. "General."

"I noticed you're not sleeping either," she pulls up one knee and leans on it, still holding a wrench in her hand. "Nervous?"

"Concerned," he admits. "For the well-being of this place. What you said today is true, it would be a pity to lose it, there aren't many spaces for people like us."

"People like us?" Ara raises a brow, but she's smiling. "But you and I are not quite the same, are we?"

"I asked that hunter about you, this Thalia Grace, and she seemed to know you well," he confesses. "All you've done for your people, the losses you've faced... We may not come from the same place, but you want what's best for everyone, and therefore I will follow you."

Ara's mind goes to something of less importance for the greater good, but far more pressing to her current situation. "You said you have a girlfriend?"

"She studies in Washington," Jimmy replies, his soul light a rich shade of jade.

"So long distance," Ara nods thoughtfully. "Can I ask you about her?"

The young man looks surprised that a girl like her is interested in his love life, but he agrees. Maybe Thalia mentioned she was born a daughter of love. "You can."

"What do you do when you miss her?" She asks, reaching for a dirty cloth to clean the stains off her wrench. "When nothing goes well, and she's far, and you can't reach her."

"I think of the good things," he responds, "good memories. Her laugh, our most recent call, or our dates."

"And when that's not enough?" She continues. "Like when Commodus locked you in that cell and you didn't know if you'd ever see her again, and you had no way to contact her. What was in your mind?"

Jimmy ponders. "On those days, I would simply talk to her in my head."

Ara stares at him. "But she didn't know you were doing that."

"She didn't know I was in danger either, so I was the only one who needed comfort," he replies wisely. "Sometimes looking after oneself is enough."

Ara lets out a scoff, looking down at her grimy hands. "I hear that a lot when people tell me what happiness is to them. Enough. They tell me they have enough friends, activities, or plans to keep them satisfied for a lifetime. I sit there thinking—what is enough? I've never had it."

"Is that why you became a General?"

"I wanted to prove others that I was capable of great things."

"And once you prove it, what is left for you?"

"That's still to be discovered," she gets up with a grunt. "But I've seen many people give everything for the safety of others, just like me..."

"And where are they now?"

"Dead."

"So when I steal it's bad, but when you steal it's all good?" Ara crosses her arms as she glares at the Mercedes Leo got for them.

"Hey, first of all, this isn't stolen, it's borrowed. You gotta bring it back within 24 hours or we're cooked. So you better avoid cops." He wraps his arms around her waist. "Second, it isn't free. It'll cost you five smooches."

Ara leans in, pressing five quick, gentle kisses on his lips while giggling. Lester clears his throat behind them before sliding into the car. "Better get going."

Meg fist-bumps Leo before sliding into the backseat. "Good luck."

"Yeah, you too. Look after my girl, won't you?"

"Yeah."

Leo kisses Ara's cheek and mumbles against it. "Pointless to ask you to be careful, huh?"

Ara moves away, giving him a look. "How about 'Come back on time to crush lame-old 'Modus butt'?"

He smirks, pulling her into a kiss one last time. "See you."

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[gh0steater]

| I promise

| promise me

| warnings: fluff? angst?

 luna lovegood x fem!oc

| word count: 972

“Tell me how bad it is, please.”

Madam Pomfrey turned her head to Professor McGonagall in question, not wanting to hurt you anymore.

A pale girl with blonde hair lay still on the bed, which the other 3 were gathered around. Her eyes were gently shut and sweat was collecting around her face.

“Tell her, the poor girl deserves to know.”

Pomfrey sighed and nodded, turning to the ravenclaw girl beside her.

“Miss. Lovegood here doesn’t have much longer to live. I’m afraid there is no cure for what she has.”

“What?” She began breathing heavy. “You’re a nurse for Rowena’s sake! You can’t cure a bloody cold?”

Madam Pomfrey sighed while Professor McGonagall gave her a pointed look that said ‘have patience, you know what this means for her’

“No, I’m afraid there’s absolutely nothing I am able to do-“

“Are you sure? Have you tried everything?”

The nurse nodded solemnly.

“Everything. All you can do now is spend her last day with her, and cherish the moment, dear.”

Juniper, the girl, began tearing up and nodding. “I understand Madam Pomfrey, thank you. But I know there has to be something we can do, a cure, a potion, I’ll even check the restricted section, there has tk be a cure and I know it. She’ll live until tomorrow, and when she does, I’ll have a cure.”

Professor McGonagall spoke up. “Hope is wonderful dear, but don’t have so much faith this time around, believe it or not Madam Pomfrey knows what she’s talking about.”

Juniper nodded and walked out with her head hanging low.

Later that day, around 6pm, Juniper was sitting in the courtyard on a little stone bench. The sixth year was deep in thought and frustration, she couldn’t believe that the bloody nurse of the school couldn’t cure her girlfriend.

So, she didn’t notice when she came up behind her.

���Darling, are you quite alright?”

Juniper shuddered and turned around. “Oh, Luna, you’re ok!” She shot up and wrapped her arms around the girl. It was a warm embrace, too good to be true. The blonde pulled away and cupped her girlfriends cheek. “Oh darling,” she smiled lightly, although pain was barely evident in her gray eyes. Juniper put her hand over Lunas and quietly muttered, “No, no, no”

“I’m not going to make it past tonight. Madam Pomfrey was able to get me on my feet, but we only have a few hours left. I’m sorry.”

The moon shone bright on the girls as they both thought to themselves.

One thinking: “Why her? She didn’t deserve this.”

And the other thinking: “It hurts to part but I’m ready. I’m ready.”

Luna pulled her hand away and instead placed it on the back of her neck, pulling her in for a sweet kiss.

From the outside, it was picture perfect. Large, leafy trees, a bright half moon, birds flying through the night, and a gentle breeze.

But on the inside, at least for one girl, a storm as strong as a hurricane was raging, anger, sadness, regret, hurt.

“We should end how we started, I think,” Luna said, pulling away.

Juniper scrunched her eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

Luna just laughed and gently pulled Juniper along to a tree nearly the size of the Whomping Willow.

Then it clicked.

Luna sat against the tree, Juniper laying in front of her with her head in Lunas lap.

The latter made a routine of picking flowers and putting them in her lovers hair, arranging them beautifully.

After a few minutes, the silence was broken.

“I’ll miss you, Lu, so much.”

Luna just smiled. “I know you will love, but there’s nothing we can do to stop th-“ she was interrupted by her own rough cough, it clawed at her throat and pounded her head.

Juniper hurriedly began sitting up but was quickly pushed down by Luna.

“I’m ok,” she said with her hand on her chest. “I’m ok.”

Juniper sighed and took in a deep breath. “How much time do you have left now? I lost track..”

“10 minutes at most, the moon has been out for a while now.”

Juniper had silent tears rolling down her face now.

“You-you can’t leave me, Luna, you can’t! I need you, I can’t-“

Luna shushed her and stroked her hair. “I know, darling I know, I don’t want to leave but I must.”

“We-we were gonna face seventh year together, we were gonna get married, have a life! There’s so much you’re gonna miss because of this goddamn illness”

Juniper was breathing heavily and crying now, but Luna just sat there stroking her hair and humming a light tune.

“There there, darling, it’ll be alright, i promise.”

She then motioned for her to get up, so Juniper sat in front of her.

The blonde grabbed her hands and looked her in the eyes.

“Juniper Ray, I love you so much, and there’s something I need you to do for me.”

She could feel her energy waning, and her head began to sway, blurring her vision and quickening her heart rate.

Juniper nodded, “Yes?”

“Close your eyes, and imagine I’m still here, imagine i’m holding your hand and I’m smiling at you.” She tightened her grip. “Let me leave a good memory in your head, just this last time.”

“Oh Luna, I already see you everytime I close my eyes, please don’t force me this time. Not now.”

Luna shook her head, her body beginning to shake.

“No, promise me.”

Juniper shook her head, pulling Luna in to her chest, wrapping her arm around her head, tears streaming down her face.

Luna went slack in Junipers arms, her breathing slowing.

“Promise me,” she choked out.

As Lunas heart began to stop, Juniper said in a quiet voice, while rocking them both,

“I promise.”